Janna finds herself extremely busy and well traveled these days as she seeks out several individuals and factions to deliver a diplomatic missive. She double checks her list before she sets off.

Ulrik.
Malandria.
Erylkacha.
Voronwer.
Winya.
The Triadic Knights.

Nodding to herself, she sets out, tired, but driven in her task.

//I request that these individuals and faction's leaders contact me so that I can forward them a copy of the letter, and facilitate related RP. Also, will forward to interested DMs. Thank you.

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I hated hipsters before hating them was cool.

*Janna could walk by Azeriel's house and drop off the letter on her route if she wished*

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Sir Azeriel El'johnson - Tormtar and Triadic Knight

Any traveling to the Monolith of Mystra with a letter for Ulrik would find themselves approached by a friendly, and chatty, pseudodragon. The self-proclaimed "eyes, ears, and mouth of the Headmaster" would ensure the letter would be received by Ulrik, with a solemn nod. He would then inquire about the weather, and, should Janna reply in any fashion would soon find herself being barraged with questions. Most to do with milk.

"Who's you?"
"Have any milks?"
"Ever hears about chocolate milks?"
"Did you know I really run this whoooole place? I do."
"I like milk. Milk, milk, milk."
"It really is a nice day, mhm!"
"You look tired. Can I have some milk?"

And so on, he would chatter away, near oblivious, until Janna either excused herself, or shoo'd away the familiar. The pseudodragon would then ferry the letter off to Ulrik's office, gripped lightly between his teeth in his mouth. Probably dropping it a few times as he tries to hum while doing this.

But, it would get to Ulrik, in time.

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Playing:
Marcus Valis

She traveled the lands, hardly resting as her diplomatic mission was carried out, one by one.

She felt more alive in these days than she could remember, but, as the last task was completed, the weariness fell upon her like an ice storm spell. As the sun set over Cordor, she crawled into her new home on the west side, and fell into her bed. She barely had time to tuck Sami, her black cat, into her arms, before unconsciousness took her.

She dreamt peacefully, for the first time in ages.

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I hated hipsters before hating them was cool.

A letter is delivered back to the Dawnguard sealed with the crescent moon symbol of Corellon Larethian...

Esteemed Dawnguard,

I have thought about what you have asked of me, and also spoken with some respected colleagues and have come to a decision.

It is my thought, and agreed upon by others, that while I am acting on my own and in no capacity of Winya Ravana in my fight against the Eternal Order, such a letter would reflect upon Winya Ravana regardless. At this time it is the stance of Winya Ravana that the city will not involve itself in the situation in such a way.

I wish you luck in your endeavor.

Voronwer Amakiir

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Remember when I knew a boxer, baby

At the Shrine of Eilistraee, an amber-eyed drowess would offer to deliver the message to Erelkacha and/or Jud'Vardas. If asked, she would display both her signet ring and Shrine insignia, and give her name as Kel'riia Zau'lyl.

//shoot a message to me, and I'll slap it up in the Shrine's forum.