The City Gazette St. George's Dorchester, Charleston, SC, US6/7/1797 TAKEN up, and brought to the Work-House, a NEGRO BOY, who says his name is ASKO, or GLASGOW; that he belongs to Mr. FULLER, living about 7 miles from town ; Guinea born, has a scar on his forehead apparently done with a knife, very much marked on his back with a whip, speaks bad English, about 10 years of age, 4 feet 2 inches high. A. Seixas, Master. June 7.

November 11, 1966 Tyler Cunningham MCI Concord 965 Elm Street Concord MA 01742 Dear Tyler, We are suckers. Also, we want you for our Army or whatever. Sincerely, The Government

sharing myself again, scary cos i never thought. who knew what damage a couple of serial heartbreaks could do to you, who knew the number of doubts you'd feel about yourself meeting and mixing up with the wrong people. pea pea peaaaaa grateful for today, grateful for all the lessons and experiences, more importantly, grateful for you. I wish my life came smooth and easy. It's never been, but you make it worth it. i love you and thanks for redirecting me, and thank you for saving me. I'm here to make sure you never get lost.. i may not know the road but I'd never let you walk alone.. i'd be here if you ever get scared and you need a place to feel home again. no matter what phase you popping into. i'm here to see you through it ,, i'd be here when you call, in your thoughts and in your arms whenever we get the chance, whenever you want. i'd be whoever you need at any moment. shit could get hard but never us... never dying, never fading.

sharing myself again, scary cos i never thought. who knew what damage a couple of serial heartbreaks could do to you, who knew the number of doubts you'd feel about yourself meeting and mixing up with the wrong people. pea pea peaaaaa grateful for today, grateful for all the lessons and experiences, more importantly, grateful for you. I wish my life came smooth and easy. It's never been, but you make it worth it. i love you and thanks for redirecting me, and thank you for saving me. I'm here to make sure you never get lost.. i may not know the road but I'd never let you walk alone.. i'd be here if you ever get scared and you need a place to feel home again. no matter what phase you popping into. i'm here to see you through it ,, i'd be here when you call, in your thoughts and in your arms whenever we get the chance, whenever you want. i'd be whoever you need at any moment. shit could get hard but never us... never dying, never fading.

My Oliver, I pen these words with a heavy heart, as the torment of our parting weighs upon me like an eternal curse. Our time together, filled with teasing banter and tender moments, will forever be etched in the depths of my undead soul. Oh, how I longed for us to walk the shadowy paths of Barovia together, side by side, for all eternity. My desire to grant you the gift of vampirism, to share in the darkness of the night, was an offer I believed you would willingly accept. But your stubbornness, your insistence on clinging to your humanity and freedom, tore at the very fabric of our love. Our love was like a finely balanced spell, powerful and fragile, and it crumbled under the weight of our conflicting desires. My anger, a storm of crimson fury, arose not from a place of malice, but from the anguish of knowing that I could not change your mind. Your freedom, Oliver, was always your utmost desire, and I respect that. I could not bear to see you bound in chains of immortality against your will. But let it be known, as angry as I am at this parting, I still love you, with a love that transcends the boundaries of life and death. You are the light that pierced the darkness of my eternal night, and for that, I am eternally grateful. You saved me, Oliver. I will wait for you. Yours always, in this life and the next, Strahd, Duke of Barovia

Heyy! I wrote this letter when you were being impossible to me! When you hated me to leave you behind! When you thought of me as your worst enemy! And all I said was it’s okayy, he’ll grow up and he’ll understand then.
Then I realised, a huge chunk of my life was dedicated in making you believe that you don’t have to be a grown up until it’s absolutely needed! I left you behind coz I was protecting your childhood Atharva. I wanted to be able to afford that. But I didn’t know that this preserving you as a kid would come with your tantrums and hate and all such similar things. This letter is to request you that please don’t kill what i have protected so far! Do nottt take my leaving, our small house, our parents stupidity as an offense Atharva! Coz all that is a part of our existence, and one should never ever hate their existence!!
Now it’s time to create a win for yourselves! My wins were in my family for a long period of time! I never really thought about self growth until I was here! But you can! The freedom of being able to think about aaplya swata baddal, swatachya career baddal in whichever way you want - is what parents should give their kids.
And I gave you that!! I can firmly say that! I DID GIVE YOU THAT FREEDOM! Damn! I want to see what could I have done if there were no responsibilities on me! And I want to see it with your eyes mauu!
Our parents are dumb Atharva! Coz if they would have been evil, we would have been rich as fuck! They never  fooled anyone! They never risked! They always were simple service-going people! You have no idea how much I fear that I might be ending up same! But I am trying to break that pattern! I really am! So.. Atharva Nikude, brother of Akshita Nikude - your life is 65 percent better and 35 percent sucky! But as long as you focus and be grateful to the 65 percent! As long as you keep smiling with your happydent teeth - we both will make each other 100 percent happyyy baccha! I know we are going to! Do you wanna hear few future updates? Chal let’s listen - you graduating with an expensive Tie I bought you! Disneyland madhye driving Hagrid’s bike!! Fast forward? Having houses besides each other with beautiful sunsets and porch to sit outside! Growing up to have kids who love each other! Growing up to life where we will make up for all the years we missed our birthdays! Growing up to not leave each other’s side ever!!
There are so many moments, and people which are yet to come - to whom you’ll love beyond anything!!
Till then - please give all your love and trust to your dumb parents and me ofcourse!
Itka prem de irrespective of circumstances that if tomorrow we have to share you - we won’t be jealous! We’d be proud to share your epic love with others!
And as for me! You are very reason i exist! please support me when I am trying to create my own existence now, taking care of our family on one hand!
Coz I want to be a better example for you!
I love you! You are the only male I look up to! And my kids too are going to! Before any other relationship, we come for for each other - always!
I know you are kind to the world! But if you start being kind to yourself - the world would be better around you! I promise! Happy 20th, mau!

As I approach the final moments of my life in these turbulent times, I look out upon a world engulfed by a fearsome plague, much like a relentless darkness that has befallen our lands. Yet, even amidst the prevailing despair, I am heartened by the enduring flicker of hope, a beacon of light in our gloom. Hope, in these times of strife, is not an intangible notion, but a living, pulsating essence that resides deep within the brave souls who tirelessly strive to vanquish this formidable foe. As I prepare to journey beyond this world, I carry with me the unshakable belief that the ones I leave behind will be the stewards of hope. They will emerge victorious. In the face of adversity, they will forge bonds stronger than the mightiest castle walls and develop hearts more compassionate than the purest of knights. Though our world may currently be shrouded in the dimness of the night. I believe the ones that will continue to live on past me will be the torch needed to relight the world. And to my son I-

On this day the 14th of September 2023, the legal offices of Goldblum, Spector, and Hirch, ask that Mr. Rangel cease and desists from all references to “Mr. R” in all forms of communication. If these requests are not complied with we shall seek arbitration through the local Magistrature council.

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To the Dazzling Miss Selin, Greetings from the year of 1890! From the depths of time, Teddy Roosevelt finds himself compelled to relay tales of passion and history from the grand Windsor Mansion. As I, Theodore, once spent a night of unparalleled fervor with my lovely wife, Edith Kermit Carow Roosevelt, in that very mansion, I can't help but share the fire that blazed within. Ah, the "Big Stick," a term synonymous with my diplomatic approach, but truth be told, it was christened that fateful night. Such fervor, such passion; Edith received the Big Stick in more ways than the world knows, and she, in turn, graciously offered me the Presidential Treatment. However, my dear, allow me to weave tales in rhyme, for I've always believed that stories of passion sound better in chime. In Windsor's embrace, where whispers speak, I shared with Edith, a smash so unique. With clapping of cheeks, and sheets all amiss, The passion was fervent, an unforgettable bliss. Now Michael, with gusto and playful technique, Wishes to show Selin his own Big Stick mystique. Of Ben & Jerry's, I haven't a clue, But a cold, sweet indulgence awaits you, it's true. Darby the DJ, with charm, might I add, Will make hips sway, and the night turn a tad mad. Though my palate wasn’t fond of Italian bites so slick, I’d trade them any day for a return of the smash quick. Yet Michael promises Ramunto’s will ignite, Underneath the Upper Valley's mesmerizing moonlight. So, Selin, with the night young and the mood just right (no red hues?), Are you ready for a Big ––––evening, taking passion to new heights? In the Mansion's embrace, where old meets the new, Be there at seven, and let history continue with a Magnum rendezvous. In Passionate Recollection, Theodore Roosevelt, recalling every section.

August 1, 2023 My dear Hamy, Thank you for being a great partner. After these years, I still love you. For full details, see last years card. Cordially, H

L ost myself in your eyes the very first time I looked into them. It was the way they mirrored your soul, and it was so beautiful. I had never felt such a deep and instant connection with anyone else before. I t was the beginning of something amazing.. N ights and days we played together, laughed till our stomach aked, cried till there were no tears left, always leaning on each other and we grew strong together. E ven though we were "just" friends, there always was that look, touch, dance, kiss, love and our need to be close to each other that followed us. T he best part of everything is that we got to be friends first, we got to build a foundation so strong and experience unconditional love so deep, effortless and true before we ever knew that we were falling in love. T oday we stand here together, more in love than ever. And I smile because I get to share my life with my best friend, lover, and above all.. my soulmate. E ndlessly and madly in love with you you you..

FIELD REPORT The 27th Day of the 6th Month of the 2343rd Cycle. SUBJECT: PLAGUE MAGICKAS IN USE AGAINST TROOPS AGENTS ON SCENE: ADHERENT A.B. ADHERENT A.I. While surveying a fort on the border of the so called Lattish Empire, troops were assaulted by a beast in the form of a grizzly bear, with tentacles. This 'ferryman' is evidently a banditry group who have apparently sided with Latteras for coin. This particular summoner used plague magicks. A priestess of Ramiel evidently knows whom this summoner is and where he is located. Was not able to provide us with exact information when asked. Possible affiliation with rogue elements considered, but put to rest with a reassuring vow from A.B. Further investigation and questioning is required. Ramiel is Great, Blessed are We Under His Light. Death to all Infidels. -A.I.

Dear Ecstasy, Girl, let me tell you, things have been exceptionally boring here. I feel like day in and day out it’s one thing or another. The council is constantly up my ass about meeting, ambassador trips, and ugh, paperwork. At least for one of those things I can have Petal do it for me. Technically I’m not supposed to have her do it, but what are they going to do? Fire me? I’ve been able to get out of it for the time being. We’ve received a weird invitation, and I will be taking Petal with me. I am unsure of my return. As always, you are welcome in my home while I am away. Please for the love of Gods do not use up all of my stash. I have a feeling I will want it when I return. Much love! XOXOXOXO Prim

My dearest Barnabas, I hope that this letter comes as a great surprise. I discovered a wonderful company that allows me to send a letter in the old fashion. It is my hope that this pleases you, darling, as I know that it has pleased me. I hope you will give my love to Kissi, darling that he is, even if he still finds me objectionable. I also hope, my love, that you will adore this as much as I hope you will. It is rather novel, is it not? On that, my love, I must apologize for my lack of letters proceeding this one. Rest assured, my darling Barnabas, that there will be many more letters to come. I will also provide you with the company that has enabled me to send this letter. I imagine you will be wanting to make great use of it. I'm afraid I've quite run out of room on this page, my dear, so I shall end this letter here. I hope my words bring you deep joy, darling. Warmly and fondly, Your Jonah

May 19, 1755 Greetings Guest, I know that you have been invited to a masquerade ball to celebrate the 25th birthday of notorious socialite, Lacey Wright. I will not reveal my identity, but sources tell me that Ms. Wright will be murdered during her celebration by one of you. Each of you has a dark, secret past and reason for revenge against Ms. Wright, but none of you want to share the nature of your relationship with her. In order to prove your innocence, each of you will aid me, the investigator, in determining the motive, means, and method of Ms. Wright’s murder. Be prepared for treachery and revenge to come to light, The Investigator

Dear Adventurers, I have heard tales of your band of heroes, and my guard tells me how you recently defeated a group of bandits that have been plaguing the area. We here in Varin need such bravery. I am here to beg for your aid. Something... strange is happening in our city, a matter far too delicate to talk over over letter. I would like to summon you to a dinner at my court, as my honoured guests to discus this. I assure you that you will recieve great compensation. Please show this letter to the castle guards; they will bring you straight to me. Best wishes, Queen Pheyphine of Varin, Third Queen of the Marble City

Dear promising reader, I await the day that someone finds these journals—that some fellow human is able to venture into the lands of magic that were unknown, and perhaps should have stayed so. I have been in a forest in a place I’ve learned is called the ‘Neutral Lands’ for five months. I have found it is for the most part safe here and have set up my home base. Yet, I do intent to travel soon. I have yet to decide if I will leave the Neutral Lands. For certain, I am not going to return to my home across the forest border. There is nothing left for me there now that I’ve seen here. I eventually desire to travel far north. I’ve heard there the Worcans live. Perhaps, I will be able to find a safer and more sustainable life there. But as for the lands beyond the forest border as a whole…these lands are dangerous. These lands are wicked. These lands will one day kill me. But these lands, above all else, are what make my life worth living. I with my entries to aid you, reader, in finding life in these lands such as I have. Best of luck, Kit

Day 1 The winter proceeds with its chilled tendrils awakening every joint and memories of winters long past. Dearest Cordelia, if you should arrive before winter’s end and find my frozen body, please dress me in my old Union battalion uniform. As always, in your service, Lt. Joseph Massey

Egregie signore, Mademoiselle Ezekari vous envoie ceci pour vous faire part de sa grande admiration pour vous, et pour vous rappeler (au cas où vous l’auriez oublié) que…ahhh mais pourquoi j’écris ça. Aurélien mon amour cette lettre t’est adressée et elle a été écrite dans le but de te rappeler que tu me rends tellement heureuse, que même si j’ai envie de te tuer parfois…il suffit que je te regarde pour tout oublier. Ton sourire fait fondre mon cœur, ta voix fait vibrer chaque cellule de mon corps jusqu’aux frissons, tes cheveux si doux te donnent un charme unique et ton regard…tes yeux couleur ciel, perle, bleus comme une goutte d’eau et gris comme une pierre argentée…rien qu’en les croissant mon cœur commence à battre si vite, comme pour manifester la confusion que toi seul arrive à provoquer en moi. Je pourrais parler des heures et lister ce que j’aime chez toi et ce que je ressens pour chaque petit moment passé avec toi, mais ma lettre n’aurais plus fin. Peut-être qu’un jour j’arriverai tout de même a lister toutes tes vertus, mais hélas ce ne sera pas pour tout de suite. C’est ici qu’on se dit Aurevoir mon bel amour, et merci encore pour le magnifique cadeau que tu m’as livré pour la Saint Valentin (toi) Je t’aime Mml. Ezekari M.

I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it (anywhere I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling) I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a *moon* has always meant and whatever a *sun* will always sing is you. here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)

Sehr geehrter Darklord des 4. Reiches, ich hoffe es geht Euch gut. Ich schreibe Euch, um meine Dankbarkeit zu zeigen für Eure stetige Antwort auf meine Briefe. Ich bin dankbar für Eure Unterstützung und Eure Zeit, die Ihr mir gewidmet habt. Ich werde bald einen weiteren Brief senden, um Euch auf dem Laufenden zu halten. Bis dahin, hoffe ich, dass alles gut mit Euch und Eurem Reich läuft. Mit den besten Grüßen, Daquavius I.

3rd of February in the year of our Lord 2023~ The morale of our company waining, I am afraid I must employ the most desperate of measures. We are a rudderless lot without our voice of reason……Glenn Davis Denton. Multiple search parties efforts have uncovered nil. I am afraid our protagonist is lost to the quagmire of the Purchase Area. The finality of this is inexplicably grave. Our only hope rests now in James Michael Barnes reporting some evidence of life. This is my last correspondence. Respectfully…… Charles Linton Sirk

Hello traveler, and welcome to the greatest tournament since Neo Tokyo! This is... the Retro Vegas Tournament and YOU have been invited as a team captain. You may pick 2 team members and agree on 2 games. There will be 3 teams. Out of the 6 total games picked, each player will pick 2 games to play and a simple bracket will play on from there (point system TBD). Your job is merely to win. Win what you ask? A $20 donation to any charity of your picking AND the respect of all participating members. Good luck, And may the best gamers game!

My Dearest Myrtle, Your enchanting blend of locally-sourced organic calendula, lavender, red cedar, and rosemary soothes the spirit, while shea butter, olive oil, and beeswax soften the skin. And you’ll be heartened to know I sold the entire lot, lest one tin I saved for myself. You’re a healer Myrtle Mickelberry. Your magical amalgam, your pioneer palm balm, provides succor to all in need. I cannot wait to see what healing elixirs you come up with from herb and hive. Yours forever and always, Dechlan

I am writing to plead you for your renowned services. Word has reached my ears of your deeds and I truly believe you may be our only hope. A sickness lies upon this isle. Death plagues the land and the mountain is restless. Mystery and adventure awaits you on Stormwreck Isle. I have taken the liberty of booking you passage on the Katariah please make haste.

Dear Celine, First off happy birthday Love! I hope you love your dress! You are forever loved by me. You are so beautiful both inside and out. You shine the brightest in any room lucky enough to have your presence. A beacon of light in the stormiest of weather, you give a hope in the world that rivals none. Ive always seen the light in you and I know it will never go out. Life hasn’t always been fair to you but you’ve continued to find your own way and be the best person you could be. Celine I will forever see you, because I’ve been forever looking for you. No matter how we end up I think we both benefited from meeting each other. You deserve the world and everything in it and I hope one day I’m able to make that happen. For now I hope this Letter and your dress make your day the best it’s ever been. Love Talib