In any case, I enjoyed my first little trial run as both a writer and a gamesman. I have transcribed it below. For the record, I did really take on the mantle of Letter Writer and hand wrote the thing. That would be illegible here but I\’ve got a picture to prove it!
In this \’game\’ I took on the role of Cancel the poet, writing to Archduke Godfrey to console him on the passing of his sister, an old friend named Mary of Linchester. I underlined those words as were dictated by the game\’s Ink Pot and notated in red when I failed my roll so you have a vague idea of how the game works. Each time points are at stake a number of six-sided dice were rolled and even though the consequences are not as strong as a standard RPG, a similar flash of joy or disappointment accompanied each roll.
The letter was kept short, but I mean to complete the next scenario soon and will spend more time composing my letter and I\’ve already started making supplements.
I hope you enjoy, but mostly I hope you get Quill.
I was, and remain, grief-stricken for the passing of your beloved sister, Mary of Linchester. A hiatus remains in my heart hereafter. I will attend her memorial at the famed Cathedral of Light (+2), though it is with great pain
My grief stems not only from y our loss, but also from my friendship with sweet Mary. Being schoolmates we oft were abroad together, escorting the other home, tarrying in the heather fields (+1) as children do.
We often studied together as well, her cousin along with us. However we found ourselves distracted many times when the autumn came, for the three of us loved climbing tall trees (-1) when the leaves fell. We were often buried in the wide swathes of amber and red.
You were a distant monolith, old friend; the elder brother held in lofty regard, away on errantry, riding horses (+0) while we little ones studied and played. But you easily won my consideration and, quietly, I have looked up to your example throughout my years spent traveling and writing.
I leave you with simple words, dear Godfrey: peace be upon you in your hour of sorrow. I will serve my grief as ever, with pen in hand. My lament for Mary will fill endless pages. Should I ever complete this work of love it shall be passed along to the kindly young Harold of Whent (+2) to be brought to your lordship directly and, I pray, enjoyed in blessed memory.