Post by The Taper Of The Ducts on Aug 19, 2006 20:45:17 GMT -5
(8 Month Skip)
(Written towards the end of the sixth month)
Dear Liz,
First off, your guess is as good as mine why I'm writing this. Or why I'm writing this to you.
Er, yeah.
I can't say I'm the best at letter writing.
Or writing in general.
What exactly is there to say?
This is officially the second letter I've written since I've been here.
Of course you wanted to know that.
Er, it's going to be the second one, I mean, once I'm finished writing it. Which I currently am not. But as you're reading this, I am. What a weird concept.
Well, anyways, I hope you're having a good time, I guess.
Blah, this is so weird. It's all one-sided-ey. Is that a word? Must ask someone.
I kind of doubt it is, though.
So, right now, Kat and I are located in the Oasis of Wrath. Which, as it turns out, is actually a city. Who knew?
Your guess is as good as mine why we're here. We were only actually on BORDER duty for a grand total of a month. During which there was one skirmish worthy of mentioning. It was a small fight. Word is now that there's been more and more fighting.
And the captain who reassigned us didn't seem very happy either. He was rather red in the face. Hmm.
Have I mentioned how bloody hot it is here? It's almost impossible to go out in the middle of the day, and being in metal armor is unthinkable. Leather's been the armor of choice. Not that you care, or anything.
So pretty much all we do is ride patrols. Nothing much has happened on those patrols. Myself or one of the other knights here, Vidanric, usually lead them. All that happens is that we and the horses end up completely covered in sand.
Everything I've eaten lately has tasted like sand. Bleh. Sand.
Speaking of the heat and sand, I had some terrible skin issues while on border duty. My entire body ended up looking like a badly deformed beet. I had to spend lots of time doing pointless tasks like taking inventories.
You can ask Kat about all the fun mathematics she's learned. Heh.
Now, though, my skin is gorgeously tanned. Hell yes. Not to mention that because of the patrols twice or three times daily, I'm incredibly fit. Fear my tan, beautifully muscular figure.
You know what else is strange? I can actually get up in the morning. Within a minute of being told to get up. You can close your dropped jaw now. Because it's true. Yeah.
Those first few weeks, though... the bugler is lucky to be alive.
Oh. Just in case when you get back you happen to see my left shoulder, I should probably explain myself.
What seems to be quite popular here in the Oasis is the art of tattooing. Which basically means that they use needles to put a picture on your skin. It's cool.
Well, one of the soldiers has lots of them. Like, scary lots. So he persuaded me to go get one.
I,who was possibly drunk at the time? I don't remember. agreed. So we go to the place, and he asks me what I want. These desert people have some weird accents, y'know? I thought he asked me what my name was. I said, of course, Wulf.
I now have a tattoo of a wolf on my shoulder.
It is very manly. Oh yes. Manly wolf. Manly Wulf.
I'm not entirely sure what Uncle Drake's been doing lately. He seems to have been in his room for most of the time we've been in the city. Keeping to himself is not entirely unusual for him, though.
Are you still hanging about with that Phlegm character? Because I don't like him. At all. Watch your money. He'll probably steal it all. While you sleep.
Well, this letter is getting long. And I'll be riding around this hellish sandhole at the crack of dawn tomorrow morning, so I'm going to bring this letter to a close.
Tell everyone I said hello and hope they're doing well.
Er, that's it.
Dear Gods, Kat, no, you cannot get a tattoo. So stop asking.
She's glaring at me now. But says to say hi.
And now she's threatening to tell Addy in her next letter about the time I was most definitely not drunk. Oh, and by the way, can I ask you to please not tell her either?
Got to go now, I'm about to give Kat a huge load of history work.
Regards,
Wulf
(Written towards the end of the sixth month)
Dear Liz,
First off, your guess is as good as mine why I'm writing this. Or why I'm writing this to you.
Er, yeah.
I can't say I'm the best at letter writing.
Or writing in general.
What exactly is there to say?
This is officially the second letter I've written since I've been here.
Of course you wanted to know that.
Er, it's going to be the second one, I mean, once I'm finished writing it. Which I currently am not. But as you're reading this, I am. What a weird concept.
Well, anyways, I hope you're having a good time, I guess.
Blah, this is so weird. It's all one-sided-ey. Is that a word? Must ask someone.
I kind of doubt it is, though.
So, right now, Kat and I are located in the Oasis of Wrath. Which, as it turns out, is actually a city. Who knew?
Your guess is as good as mine why we're here. We were only actually on BORDER duty for a grand total of a month. During which there was one skirmish worthy of mentioning. It was a small fight. Word is now that there's been more and more fighting.
And the captain who reassigned us didn't seem very happy either. He was rather red in the face. Hmm.
Have I mentioned how bloody hot it is here? It's almost impossible to go out in the middle of the day, and being in metal armor is unthinkable. Leather's been the armor of choice. Not that you care, or anything.
So pretty much all we do is ride patrols. Nothing much has happened on those patrols. Myself or one of the other knights here, Vidanric, usually lead them. All that happens is that we and the horses end up completely covered in sand.
Everything I've eaten lately has tasted like sand. Bleh. Sand.
Speaking of the heat and sand, I had some terrible skin issues while on border duty. My entire body ended up looking like a badly deformed beet. I had to spend lots of time doing pointless tasks like taking inventories.
You can ask Kat about all the fun mathematics she's learned. Heh.
Now, though, my skin is gorgeously tanned. Hell yes. Not to mention that because of the patrols twice or three times daily, I'm incredibly fit. Fear my tan, beautifully muscular figure.
You know what else is strange? I can actually get up in the morning. Within a minute of being told to get up. You can close your dropped jaw now. Because it's true. Yeah.
Those first few weeks, though... the bugler is lucky to be alive.
Oh. Just in case when you get back you happen to see my left shoulder, I should probably explain myself.
What seems to be quite popular here in the Oasis is the art of tattooing. Which basically means that they use needles to put a picture on your skin. It's cool.
Well, one of the soldiers has lots of them. Like, scary lots. So he persuaded me to go get one.
I,
I now have a tattoo of a wolf on my shoulder.
It is very manly. Oh yes. Manly wolf. Manly Wulf.
I'm not entirely sure what Uncle Drake's been doing lately. He seems to have been in his room for most of the time we've been in the city. Keeping to himself is not entirely unusual for him, though.
Are you still hanging about with that Phlegm character? Because I don't like him. At all. Watch your money. He'll probably steal it all. While you sleep.
Well, this letter is getting long. And I'll be riding around this hellish sandhole at the crack of dawn tomorrow morning, so I'm going to bring this letter to a close.
Tell everyone I said hello and hope they're doing well.
Er, that's it.
Dear Gods, Kat, no, you cannot get a tattoo. So stop asking.
She's glaring at me now. But says to say hi.
And now she's threatening to tell Addy in her next letter about the time I was most definitely not drunk. Oh, and by the way, can I ask you to please not tell her either?
Got to go now, I'm about to give Kat a huge load of history work.
Regards,
Wulf
