deathsmajesty | Diverse Parts of Nephalia to Gavony, Innistrad (Reply)

Things were worsening on Innistrad. Angels had gone mad and begun killing people, including children. Cults of all stripes had spung up like fat toadstools after rain, maddened werewolves and crazed vampires stalked the countryside, bodies twisting and mutating. And at the center of it all was one woman's burning desire for vengeance.

But it wouldn't be a proper accounting of the travails of Innistrad without mention of two endlessly squabbling siblings.

Gisa Cecani	(Letter from Gisa, ghoulcaller of Cecani Manor; 84th of New Moon, Ava. 718) Dear Sausage Tailor, I MADE A FRIEND! And she's my age! I think! She looks like she needs some leafy greens and red meat, but I think she will do fine for my first friend. I met her while taking Mummy for a walk (Father is back in the ground now)—the woman simply walked up to us without any sort of fear. She looked Mummy up and down and asked if I was the one who raised her from the dead. I proudly said I did, to which the woman smiled politely and asked if I could repeat the process easily. How droll! I politely nodded, then called five ghouls and a half of a horse from under her feet. As soon as they were out of the ground, the woman unsheathed a tremendous sword and severed each of my ghouls on the spot. She smiled from ear to ear. I knew at once that we were destined to be the best of friends. The woman introduced herself as Nahiri, and she is clever and quite interested in my work. I showed her how to whistle just the right way to make the dead do as they're told. Nahiri was very amused by my talent and said she probably wouldn't be very good at it, but seemed very interested in seeing the extents of my abilities. I've been calling again, and it feels ever so wonderful! So there you have it. Go back to your backstitching and needlepoint—I have a new companion and I don't need you at all! —Gisa
Gisa Cecani	(Letter from Gisa, ghoulcaller of Cecani Manor; 87th of New Moon, Ava. 718) Dear Meat Embroiderer, Why aren't you answering my letters. It's because you have a girlfriend, isn't it. —Gisa
Geralf Cecani	(Letter from Geralf, skaaberen of the moors and near-conqueror of Thraben; 90th of New Moon, Ava. 718) Gisa, Please do not bring that up. Lili was never my girlfriend! She took Mikaeus's body back in Thraben and absconded. I never saw her again after our brief acquaintance. She is terrible and I hate her. I also hate you. Stop calling me by your old awful nicknames and thank me for helping you escape, already. Here is a foot covered in gout. It reminded me of your personality. —Geralf
Commander Odric	(Letter from Commander Odric, Lunarch Marshal; 93rd of Hunter's Moon, Ava. 717) Executive Officer Grete, I have others stationed in Nephalia reporting an odd structure being built off the coast. There may be too many undead for you to handle on your own—pull out NOW. —Commander Odric
Gisa Cecani	(Letter from Gisa, Drownyard ghoulcaller; 105th of Hunter's Moon, Ava. 717) Dear Squishy Quilter, Nahiri has left me for a bit. My work continues. Isn't that wonderful? I'm a working woman now! When I pause to reflect on my current situation, I couldn't be luckier to have found this new friend. Without Nahiri I would be ruined. I sold my old property by the old necrowarfare grounds, and all former resources I had have been poured into my new career. My new friend asked for an army of builders, and I have raised her one! She was quite mum about what the zombies were for, but when I asked if they were to build a monument of stone to celebrate our talents she raised her eyebrows and nodded with great enthusiasm. Hear that? We are making a monument to our greatness! Nahiri is magnificently supportive. She adores my ghouls, and I think if I do good enough she'll even build me a weapon to eviscerate you with. I've seen her work—she is very good with rocks. I have no clue what you mean by "thank you for helping me escape," but I'm certain it is just you trying to get inside my brain as per usual. Your silly tricks won't work on me! —Gisa
Gerard Cecani	(Letter from Geralf, skaaberen of the moors and near-conqueror of Thraben; 1st of New Moon, Ava. 718) Gisa, This has gone far enough. I don't want to play anymore. I am nearly finished with my greatest creation and all I want is for you to let this go. I was the one who sent the skaabs to free you from the prison caravan. I went through the trouble of building an attack force to overtake your captors and not once have you thanked me for your release. Who else in this bloody hellhole of a parish has the capability to raise dozens of skaabs?! Did you think you were lucky enough to just happen across the very creatures I have made my name creating?! Your ignorance is insulting, and your insistence on clinging to our childish past is pathetic. Grow up as I have, dear sister. I just wanted to help you. —Geralf
Executive Officer Grete	(Letter from Grete, Executive Officer; 3rd of New Moon, Ava. 718) Commander Odric, Departing immediately. Ms. Cecani has erupted into a most violent rage. Safety of my patrol is in jeopardy. I write from Merwald Downs but intend to return to Thraben at once. Pray for our deliverance and safe return—she is not following us yet, but I fear Ms. Cecani is capable of nearly anything in her current state. —Executive Officer Grete
Gisa Cecani	(Letter from Gisa, Drownyard ghoulcaller; 3rd of New Moon, Ava. 718) Geralf, You are an arrogant, hubristic, feculent bastard. How dare you naively assume I could not free myself?! I am an idiot for not seeing the truth sooner and recognizing those skaabs for what they were. Keep your presumptuous morality to your own damn self. I have never needed your help, and I will never be dependent on you for rescue. My name will forever belong in the history books of our land. Tales of the mightiness of me and Nahiri will last as long as our monument stands tall and firm in the sea! Our physical legacy will stand forever unchallenged, and our glory will transform all of Innistrad! All of that, of course, will happen in the fullness of time. As you can see, I chose a very special courier for this letter—I hope you don't mind I sent Mummy to deliver it to you. You always took her side in things, after all. I've given the creature instructions to assist you in whatever task you ask of her—every task other than leaving. Do you like how it feels when I help you? Don't you feel thankful for me stepping in and assuming you cannot do things on your own?! I have greater things to do with my time than continue to entertain you. Look your mother in the eye and think of me. If you treat your own sister like a toddler who can't stand on her own feet, I will send you the one person who will always remind you that you are a child. May you find pity in the embrace of whatever is left of your mother's arms. —Gisa