Rik and Dan have a wish, to be renown puppeteers and escape a life of poverty. The secret to this is a mysterious mask, but by tapping into this dark art little do they know they are exposing a mythical skill and the Crypt Masters have taken interest.
Among my order it’s a necessary evil, the act of squirreling away missives by couriers - a back up copy given to a stasher for safe keeping.
These letters could have been another stack of replicas not forgetting wasted ink, papers and time but this is a red parcel. Enclosed are letters, read them to known my turmoil. The ink used here makes some bold allegations and the names attached to them are even more unsettling. I cannot bring myself to comprehend the enormity of what these paper claim.
Unfortunately I can in no way verify the authenticity of these replicas, for these were found on a decomposing body of stasher Helin. All I can say is there is more to this master.
Copies attached below
I hate writing so know what effort I put in this. Unlike that damned soul am not into letters and numbers. But that is of little value at the moment because I mourn; he denies me my master’s ashes yet they are mine by right.
Oh! Solot, the land my master’s restless soul is bound too – I hope by Dalito the rascal has not merged my master’s soul. I have told Ruwenton to halt his attacks; I won’t give Pinochio the excuse to use his puppets on my people. Raqq you of all should know that binding of souls was banished let him not lead you astray in this. Convince them; do this for the one you once called master. I will try to reason with that rogue for the greater good but his army of crypters must cease the attacks on innocent Elotons.
In three nights I will make my way into the Great Tent, I shall try to bring reason and laughter to its dwellers.
Know this acolyte; our course will not be swayed and chaos that he calls mother is not welcome in the Carnival.
Clonas, I have talked to the Pinochio; he too embraces the idea of dialogue, and I implore you both come to an agreement. You are the two pillars that hold the Great Tent; Dalito knows what would happen if any should break. No one in the Carnival wants the days when wailing was the anthem of the day. The Puppeteers and Clowns have given me authority over all the army in the Great Tent, a neutral party I shall be.
I knew you would find an excuse to wage war. Hear it from me Clonas, I will recall your banishment but first end these baseless claims, you were once heir but we all know you fell out of favour so stop this bravado.
And hide it from me, your followers must refrain from relentless attacks on the Great Tent or any form of unrest in any part of the Carnival. If they do not end their misguided efforts I will purge them, old and young alike.
At the Circus room I shall wait, find no excuse to prolong the inevitable. My future is apparent, only eyes that have out lived their vision fail to see this. Even clowns cease to be funny with repetitive acts, so my humble advice to you is to embrace this foresight.