Frieda-
I don't know how long it's been since I forgot you. As far as I know, I've only been gone for five days. But with the way Sigil and the Lady of Pain work, I could have been gone for nearly two years. It is the Spring or Summer of 1495 as I start this journal, at least in Silverymoon.
For some reason unknown to me, I agreed to a bargain with the Lady of Pain. She is not a well-known deity, and abhors worship, killing all who pray to her. Our bargain required that I give up all my memories and search Faerun for... something. The Manifest, a being I will write more on later, is frustratingly vague about our task. Though, truth be told, I'm unsure he actually knows what we are looking for. I can never get a good read on him when we speak. All I know is that I am here for the foreseeable future and will be searching Faerun for... whatever it is I and my companions are meant to find.
As for you, Frieda, I have regained some of my memories of our time together. I remember your face, your smile, your spirit, and of course your red hair. I appear to have a thing for redheads. I also remember your offer to be my skald when I return to mother and father. Or if, I guess. We've had a few close calls already in just these five days. But I hope that these letters I write to you will make your task as skald easier.
I sincerely hope to see you again, my skald, my love.
-Sigryn
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Letters to a Valkyrie
FantasyThis is the story of the Sigil Servants, a D&D campaign I am a player in, as told from the point of view of my character, Sigryn. Letters to a Valkyrie is framed as a series of letters and journal entries written by Sigryn to someone very dear to h...
