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Correspondence 7
Tarsakh, the Year of the Turret
"Rembas", My Dear Friend,
I write for two reasons. First, I must tell you of the most amazing discovery upon one of my recent voyages through the phlogiston. We found an empty sphere! There were no astronomical bodies of any kind: no planets, no fire bodies, not even portals on the inner shell. It was simply empty darkness. It was large enough to contain a system a quarter the size of Realmspace, yet it was utterly empty. Never do the wonders of wildspace fail to amaze me!
Now, second, the more serious matter and the one over which I have internally debated for many hours, to decide whether I should write these words or remain silent. Perhaps, I speak too rashly about matters on which it is not my place to comment. Yet I care greatly for you, my long friend, so I shall loose my tongue, or, rather, my pen.
Rereading an old letter of yours triggered a realization in me, in a manner likely unexpected by you. You wrote that we each have different ways of dealing with the loss of our beloved wives. This is true. However, I am growing to believe that each of our methods of so dealing are neither healthy nor beneficial for our souls.
To be frank and risk placing a barrier between us, I have been concerned from the moment that you first started creating golems and more than golems. (Please hear my tone of concern for you.) I say that Avilda was too harsh, far too harsh, in her response to you; you know this. However, I would be lying if I did not admit that she and I at least shared the same concern.
I fear that this admission of mine will hurt our deep friendship, but let me share with you mine own journey to wisdom as an example that I hope you may choose to follow.
At first, I wrongfully thought that my solution to grief was better than yours. In reality, it was no different. We both hid ourselves in our respective works; we both hid, though our works have been very different. I fooled myself by thinking that my way was better because I knew that Yunoko approved of it, even encouraged it. She told me directly, when once we had discussed how we would each go on living upon the death of the other that she hoped that I would continue to follow my dreams and explore the spheres. No doubt, my journeys over these many years have brought some small periods of happiness and no little amount of wonder, but they did not change me into a better person or change the fact of my deep loneliness and loss. Nay, they were but a distraction from my grief; they healed me not of it. Nor did they bring honor to her memory. Far worse, they caused me to begin to forget her!
But I cannot forget her. Yunoko was the most giving, selfless, and courageous woman whom I have ever known. She faced the evil of the world, and of the planes, and fought bravely against it, while, here, I have run from trials and conflict.
I have decided to stop running; my time of fleeing grief and hoarding my wealth and my talents is over. I have recently begun

Session: 116th Game Session - Monday, Jul 27 2020 from 5:00 PM to 8:00 PM
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Correspondence 6
Forgive me for the long delay in responding to your previous letter. I still do not understand why it is that you have chosen to live on such a muggy and isolated world, when there are many other places to hide that are more pleasant, but at least we live in the same crystal sphere again!
You may be interested to learn that I have a new version of my Kell. Physically, I have used the same techniques as I did on my many varieties of Ainvikell. These models, however, look human—or like any other race that I wish—but I have taken liberties with their appearances—skin colors and designs, for example—making them unique as individuals but also unique as a group—my own race.
These I call Lillikell, and I have made a major improvement in their minds. I have sought to duplicate as much of the magic of the legendary memory stones as I can. (As I have never gained access to an actual elven memory stone, I assume that my synthetic mind is less powerful than it could be.) Even so, my Lillikell are self-aware, unlike any true golem. However, they seem to have no free will to make true decisions at all, though they can use logic to solve mental problems beyond what any crude automaton can do. They simply follow whatever it is that I command, but they definitely are aware of their own existence. If I have not commanded them, they do only whatever is required for survival. As I described to you before, my creatures have organs as we do, and so they must consume food and breathe air. This I failed to explain in detail to you before. I have programmed their minds so that they must sleep to clear space in their memory banks from needless information that would eventually overwhelm their ability to learn useful things.
Yes, is it not amazing? They can learn. I have several acting as perfect servants. I feel like a king in how I am now pampered by my metaphorical children.
It would delight me to no end to have you meet one of my Lillikell.
I await your response with expectation.
~"Rembas"

Session: 116th Game Session - Monday, Jul 27 2020 from 5:00 PM to 8:00 PM
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Correspondence 5
Good Ronan,
Has it really been five years since we last corresponded? Are you even in the same crystal sphere as I? Nevertheless, I could think of no one else with whom I would wish to share this exciting news.
I have created life, Ronan, true life. I call the newest construct an Ainvikell—animal-Kell. Do not doubt me in this; it is so much more than a simple golem. It is true flesh, not clay. It has organs as do you and I, but it is not one of those crude and gruesome so-called "flesh" golems either. No, I crafted and created each part individually with utmost care; I did not steal from the dead bodies of others as lesser creators do. In many ways, this Ainvikell, it exceeds our frail human bodies. I made its skeleton of adamantine, but its physical similarity to my older Kell ends there. I made its skin and organs from clay that I turned to flesh, as appropriate to each separate organ, one by one. (I have not yet determined a way to make hair grow, so for now, this creature's fur is of a permanent length, embedded in its skin.) The mild regenerative qualities that true golems have I have maintained, allowing me to construct my creations piece by piece without the ghastly use of stitching. My Ainvikell has no seams. Inspired by some of my earliest clockwork toys, my first Ainvikell is a silly round "animal" of my own design. It has two legs and a tail and locomotes by rolling, something that I have never seen in any natural animal, which is one of the reasons why I tried out the design. (I had also been remembering my wife and needed some humor.) I already have several blueprints for further designs. I almost giggle with glee—like when we were playing children together—at some of my Ainvikell ideas, and I cannot wait to show them to you. I am sure that you will laugh.
Notably, I have not entrapped the spirit of an elemental being in my creations; my creations live by a fusion of elemental essence with positive energy. (I would have to explain to you the details in person, as I do not have the space for it here.)
I do miss the companionship that we once shared, debating such hypothetical matters of the multiverse. The time passes too quickly. Perhaps you could find the means to visit Toril again. Surely, the danger has passed by now? ~"Rembas"

Session: 116th Game Session - Monday, Jul 27 2020 from 5:00 PM to 8:00 PM
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Correspondence 4
"Ronan",
How delightful it was to have you visit me on my new island, and how precious the memories will remain in my mind of our journey to Bral together! I cannot express how much it means to me that you have paused in your explorations to help me start afresh.
Since your departure only a few short days ago, I have stumbled upon the most incredible discovery. Within the caves where my Kell have been digging to create space for my planned subterranean abode, expanding from the sea cave that you found, my constructs found dark green crystals in vast quantities. Having read once about green gems being used in defensive towers along a trade route through the desert of the Empires of the Sands as a magical focus, on a whim, I tested the effects of casting simple magics upon the lodes. To my astonishment, the area that my spells could affect was expanded. If I recall correctly, such gems were mined exclusively from a single small mountain chain in southwest Faerûn. Was the name of the range Ombar? Omrar? If so, I have come upon not only a fortune—at a fitting time, since my life's savings are running low—but also a new component for my work.
Do I dare request so soon that you spare me another visit? Your knowledge of such things exceeds mine.
~"Rembas"

Session: 116th Game Session - Monday, Jul 27 2020 from 5:00 PM to 8:00 PM
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Correspondence 3
"Ronan", My Dear Friend,
After my last letter—and its languishing tone—I thought it kindest to reply with haste, lest you fear my death at mine own hands. I live, and, more, I intend to, henceforth, largely in part because of your wise and compassionate words to me. Have no further fears regarding the health of my mind. I still grieve—I suppose that I always shall—yet I have found new purpose in my work.
I erected a simple wooden shelter here on this island—which is truly a small paradise—and have unpacked my laboratory from my beached vessel and set up shop. I have created a new model of clockwork golem, an advanced nimblewright, but—I know it sounds arrogant—it is the finest specimen of this type that I have ever beheld. I call it a Kell, a word that I made up from the top of my head because of how it sounds to me.
My time in isolation has allowed me to ponder more deeply the theory within the several golem manuals that I own; I cannot help but feel that the priests of Gond who recorded these secrets were missing key information. There are limitations in wood, stone, and metal not present in flesh, and limitations in the latter not found in the former. (Nor will I ever attempt to create a vile homunculus again.) No, there must be a better way. I wish that I had the space to share my latest ideas with you, but you shall have to come visit me here. However, to assess my new ideas will require a great deal more research on my part, and such knowledge is obviously not to be found on my tiny island. I am going to have to begin traveling about—and I suspect that my destinations will take me beyond this plane. I suspect that you can aid me in this. Did your parents limit their travels to the material, or have they sailed through the Astral as well? In any case, I covet a visit. I include a token that will help you find my island. With your flying ship, I suspect that you will not be hindered in locating me. Please, do come. It has been too long.
I have rambled on about my work, and I feel that it has diluted the tone with which I opened this letter. I cannot express how much I valued your words to me. Truly, I thank you for a second life.
~"Bremas"

Session: 116th Game Session - Monday, Jul 27 2020 from 5:00 PM to 8:00 PM
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