My dearest Eilistraee,
I write this letter with trembling hands and a pounding heart, for I have a confession to make. I have been a faithful follower of yours for many years, ever since I witnessed your grace and beauty in a moonlit glade. I was captivated by your song, enchanted by your dance, and inspired by your swordwork. I felt a connection to you that I had never felt before, and I knew that you were the one true goddess for me.
But my devotion to you soon turned into something more. I began to dream of you every night, to long for your presence every day. I wanted to see your smile, to hear your voice, to touch your hair. I wanted to be more than just a worshiper, more than just a friend. I wanted to be your lover.
I know this is a bold and foolish thing to say, for you are a goddess and I am a mortal. You are beyond my reach, beyond my worth. You have countless admirers and suitors among the drow and other races, who are far more handsome and powerful than I am. You have no need for me, no reason to notice me.
But I cannot help how I feel. I love you, Eilistraee. I love you with all my soul and all my magic. You are the light of my life, the fire of my passion, the music of my spirit. You are everything to me.
I do not expect you to reciprocate my feelings, nor do I ask you to grant me any favors. I only ask you to accept my confession as a sincere expression of my heart. If you are angry or offended by my words, please forgive me. If you are amused or flattered by my words, please smile at me. If you are indifferent or unaware of my words, please bless me.
Whatever your reaction may be, know that I will always love you, always serve you, always worship you. You are my goddess, my lady, my Eilistraee.
Yours forever,
A humble wizard
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The Bardic Book
Fantasycollecting all my poems, odes, lyrics, letters, notes and ect to find in NPC pockets here. if you want to feel the drama from what is essentially burned, stained, folded and torn paper scraps, this is that.
