Legend: Legacy of the Dragons Forum

From the Desk of Master Globius
To the Radiant Leolina,
My gears are spinning, yet my mind refuses to focus on the calibration of my latest steam-engine. Every time I look at the copper pipes, I see the shimmer of your wings; every time a pressure valve whistles, I hear your laughter echoing through the thickets of the Hive.
I have spent my life trying to quantify the world through mathematics and mechanics, but you are a variable I cannot solve for. You represent a magic that no battery can store. I’ve tucked a small clockwork butterfly into this parcel—I built it myself. It doesn’t need Eldorian crystals to fly; it runs purely on the kinetic energy of my thoughts of you.
Stay safe among those fiery Magmar peaks. If the war grows too loud, remember that there is a quiet workshop in O'Delvays where the tea is always warm and the inventor is always waiting.
With mechanical precision and organic devotion,
Globius

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My Dearest Bludiara,


They say you can see all futures in your crystal palantir — every battle's outcome, every kingdom's rise and fall. Then surely you must already know what I am about to write. Yet I write it still, for some truths deserve to be spoken aloud, not merely foreseen.
I am a man of war. My hands know the weight of steel, and my ears are tuned to the thunder of hooves and the clash of shields. I have defended Waltreia against every enemy who dared to march upon her soil. But I confess to you now — I am utterly defenseless against the storm you have stirred within my heart.
The first time I came to your chamber seeking counsel before battle, I expected cold prophecy. Instead, I found warmth — a fire in your violet eyes that no darkness could extinguish. You told me I would return victorious. I did. But my greatest victory was not upon the battlefield. It was the courage I found, weeks later, to return to your door — not as a commander seeking strategy, but as a man seeking your presence.
They call me "the Brave," Bludiara. But bravery on the field is simple — you fight or you fall. The true test of courage is this: laying one's heart bare before a woman who already knows every secret it holds.
You have given strength to the weak and warned the world of dangers unseen. But who warns you, my lady? Who gives strength to you? Let it be me. I offer you no crystal visions of the future — only a sword, a shield, and a heart that beats for you alone.
Yours, in this life and whatever lies beyond, Bratwill the Brave




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My Brave Bratwill,


You are right — I did foresee your letter. I saw the ink upon your fingers before you ever touched the quill. I felt the words forming in your chest like the distant rumble of a coming storm. And yet, when I unfolded the parchment and read them with my own eyes... the vision had not prepared me. Nothing could have.


You ask who warns me, who gives me strength. Oh, Bratwill — if only you knew. For years, I have carried the burden of sight. I have seen lovers betray one another, I have seen kingdoms crumble before they were even built. I learned long ago to guard my heart with walls thicker than any fortress you have ever defended. I told myself: a woman who sees the end of all things must never allow herself a beginning.


But then you came. And for the first time, my palantir showed me something I had never seen before — not a kingdom, not a war, not a tragedy. It showed me your face, looking at me the way you do, as if I were not a sorceress to be feared but a woman to be cherished. And in that vision, Bratwill... I was smiling. Truly smiling. Not the careful, knowing smile I wear for those who seek my counsel, but the unguarded smile of a woman who has allowed herself to hope.


They say nobody knows what is inside the heart of the seer. You, my commander, are the exception. For my heart holds only this: a love I did not predict, could not prevent, and would not trade for all the foresight in the world.


I have prophesied many fates. But I never dared to prophesy my own happiness — until you.


Come to me when the moon is high. Leave your armor at the door. I have already seen that you will, but I want to hear you choose it freely.


Forever yours, beyond all prophecy, Bludiara the Fortuneteller

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My Dearest Bludiara,
They say you can see all futures in your crystal palantir — every battle's outcome, every kingdom's rise and fall. Then surely you must already know what I am about to write. Yet I write it still, for some truths deserve to be spoken aloud, not merely foreseen.
I am a man of war. My hands know the weight of steel, and my ears are tuned to the thunder of hooves and the clash of shields. I have defended Waltreia against every enemy who dared to march upon her soil. But I confess to you now — I am utterly defenseless against the storm you have stirred within my heart.
The first time I came to your chamber seeking counsel before battle, I expected cold prophecy. Instead, I found warmth — a fire in your violet eyes that no darkness could extinguish. You told me I would return victorious. I did. But my greatest victory was not upon the battlefield. It was the courage I found, weeks later, to return to your door — not as a commander seeking strategy, but as a man seeking your presence.
They call me "the Brave," Bludiara. But bravery on the field is simple — you fight or you fall. The true test of courage is this: laying one's heart bare before a woman who already knows every secret it holds.
You have given strength to the weak and warned the world of dangers unseen. But who warns you, my lady? Who gives strength to you? Let it be me. I offer you no crystal visions of the future — only a sword, a shield, and a heart that beats for you alone.
Yours, in this life and whatever lies beyond, Bratwill the Brave


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My Brave Bratwill,
You are right — I did foresee your letter. I saw the ink upon your fingers before you ever touched the quill. I felt the words forming in your chest like the distant rumble of a coming storm. And yet, when I unfolded the parchment and read them with my own eyes... the vision had not prepared me. Nothing could have.
You ask who warns me, who gives me strength. Oh, Bratwill — if only you knew. For years, I have carried the burden of sight. I have seen lovers betray one another, I have seen kingdoms crumble before they were even built. I learned long ago to guard my heart with walls thicker than any fortress you have ever defended. I told myself: a woman who sees the end of all things must never allow herself a beginning.
But then you came. And for the first time, my palantir showed me something I had never seen before — not a kingdom, not a war, not a tragedy. It showed me your face, looking at me the way you do, as if I were not a sorceress to be feared but a woman to be cherished. And in that vision, Bratwill... I was smiling. Truly smiling. Not the careful, knowing smile I wear for those who seek my counsel, but the unguarded smile of a woman who has allowed herself to hope.
They say nobody knows what is inside the heart of the seer. You, my commander, are the exception. For my heart holds only this: a love I did not predict, could not prevent, and would not trade for all the foresight in the world.
I have prophesied many fates. But I never dared to prophesy my own happiness — until you.
Come to me when the moon is high. Leave your armor at the door. I have already seen that you will, but I want to hear you choose it freely.
Forever yours, beyond all prophecy, Bludiara the Fortuneteller

Meine geliebte Blou,

ich weiß nicht, ob dieser Brief dich erreicht. Morgen marschiere ich wieder unter Erafarius’ Banner. Man sagt, wir kämpfen, um die Kontinente der Menschen zu schützen. Man sagt, die Magmaren seien die Gefahr. Ich habe diese Worte lange geglaubt.
Seit ich dich kenne, zweifle ich.
Es ist leicht, von Feinden zu sprechen, solange man kein Gesicht vor Augen hat. Doch ich sehe deines. Wenn ich mein Schwert anlege, denke ich daran, dass irgendwo jenseits unserer Linien dein Herz schlägt und dass ich geschworen habe, genau gegen dieses Herz in den Krieg zu ziehen.
Ich habe Angst. Nicht vor Striagorn. Nicht vor dem Feuer. Sondern davor, dich eines Tages im Rauch zu erkennen. Davor, dass Pflicht und Liebe im selben Augenblick aufeinandertreffen.
Wenn ich zurückkehre, dann mit dem Wissen, dass ich etwas Verbotenes geliebt habe. Und wenn ich nicht zurückkehre, dann sollst du wissen, dass mein letzter Gedanke nicht dem Krieg gehörte.
Er gehörte dir.
Ich liebe dich, Blou.
Dein Shodu.


Mein geliebter Shodu,

man sagt mir, dass ich kämpfen muss. Dass Menschen und Magmaren niemals Freunde sein können, niemals sich lieben dürfen. Und doch finde ich mich in Gedanken bei dir. Bei deinem Gesicht, deinem Blick, der mir mehr Wärme schenkt, als das Feuer meiner Heimat je könnte.
Ich weiß, dass wir beide Pflichten haben, die wir nicht wählen konnten. Doch ich bete, dass wir trotz allem nicht gezwungen werden, uns selbst zu verraten. Dass wir uns irgendwo zwischen den Linien sehen und nur die Liebe spüren, nicht den Hass, den unsere Welten uns lehren.
Wenn ich kämpfen muss, wird mein Herz bei dir sein, Shodu. Wenn alles um uns in Flammen steht, soll wenigstens eines wahr bleiben: Dass eine Magmar dich geliebt hat, ohne Angst, ohne Reue. Dass unsere Liebe stärker war als Drachen, Krieg und Regeln.
Ich liebe dich, Shodu. Und das werde ich immer tun.
Deine Blou.


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From Nadilarie to Stavros;-
Ohhhh, for the feel, for the feel, of a ragman's chuuuuff!

From Stavros to Nadilarie;-
Ohhhh, for the hammer, the hammer, of half-round baaaar!

(family joke, sorry but it means a great deal to us )

From Cordelia to Voldemar
Dear Voldemar - I do not dare to add “my” to your name.
A warm wind and melting snow herald the day devoted to Love - the day when Sheara herself blesses those who wish to confess their feelings - and it is this sacred hour that grants me the courage to write to you. I can only hope that the gentle magic of this day will help you forgive my audacity.
I have heard much of your journeys, and those accounts awakened in me a quiet, fervent admiration. To explore distant lands, to make pacts with the most improbable creatures, to risk your life so that the people of Ogriy may obtain rare and precious goods - such deeds belong to a broad-minded, brave, and generous soul, devoted to his land and his folk.
My own life has long been devoted to the study of manuscripts - yet you have shown me that existence cannot be confined to parchment and dust, and that there are wonders no chronicle can truly capture, which one must behold and feel for oneself.
If you but wished it, I would abandon my quiet tower - with its silence, its scrolls, and its solitary lamp - and venture into the wild world and its miracles at your side.
Forever yours,
Cordelia
From Voldemar to Cordelia
My precious Cordelia,
(Your teeth are like Gollade pearls; your hair can be compared only to the manes of the finest ellans - I could continue this comparison at length, but the conclusion would remain the same: your beauty alone is worth a small fortune, and I know the value of such things.)
Wailing cats and the pain in my back remind me that Love Day is near - the day when the inhabitants of both continents lose their usual good sense and begin proving their feelings in expensive and occasionally dangerous ways.
I hope you, too, will share a little of this madn… (crossed out)... crazin… (crossed out)
I hope you will give in to the festive spirit of the day and graciously accept my letter - though I admit I would prefer an answer in writing, properly sealed and delivered.
I have devoted my life to travelling the world in order to amass a fortune - and have succeeded, thanks to my sharp mind and undeniable charm. Yet now thoughts of you distract me from business negotiations and interfere most inconveniently with profit.
I cannot help imagining you sitting alone in your tower (which must cost a considerable sum to heat in winter), reading one of those ancient books (a collection easily worth thousands of diamonds, if properly insured)…
I wish I could ask you to become my wife! What a wonderfully peaceful and financially secure life we would have in my mansion!
The cheerful serva… (crossed out)
You would enjoy the respectable neighbo… (crossed out)
Damn it, I am even ready to move to your tower - despite the bills for coal and the obvious lack of proper storage space!
I beg you to answer me, as thoughts of you make me lose appetite, sleep, and - most alarmingly - money.
Truly yours,
Voldemar

From Erifarius

To Striagorn

Roses are red
Violets are blue
You make all before you tremble
Which makes me in love with you
We have the same goal to rid the world of chaos, but my goal is to get a ring on this claw of mine

From Striagorn

To Erifarius

Roses are red
Violets are Blue
Your silvery scales entice me
But our love can never break through
Ring….. runnnnnnnnnnnnn

My dear Nadilarie,
We have been working together to bring smiles to the people of Faeo for quite some time now.
Lately however my thoughts have been preoccupied with making you smile instead!
You are hot like a fire flower and graceful like an Anlagrissa. I hope you are not against leaving the Kroff-door open for us to El-dive into a relationship!
Your partner in crime, and hopefully all things, Seamus
Dear Seamus,
Your letter makes my heart flutter like a Shaissar. You are cunning as a Phitzell and precious like a diamond.
I would love to be you partner in all things!
Perhaps we should discuss this more later over ye-tea?
Yours, Nadilarie

To Frex the Knight

I don't know if I have the right to write these words. Magmars are not taught gentleness. I was raised in fire, in battle, in the harsh laws of the island, and in the belief that humans are my enemies.
And yet... ever since I saw you, something inside me broke.
Your gaze was neither weak nor submissive. There was no fear in your eyes. You were like a blade that could cut, but also sparkle in the light. And in that one moment, I understood something that Magmar should not understand: that it is possible to desire someone more than victory. You were covered in mud and blood, and at that moment you were no different from Magmar.

I am writing to you, even though I know this letter may never reach you. Those three days we spent together on Plateau of Silence made me realize something strange. In all this chaos, I can only think of you. Magmars say that love is a luxury. That it is a human invention. That a warrior should not love because then he has something to lose. I do not promise you that I will stop being a Magmar. I do not promise that my anger will disappear. I do not promise that the world will suddenly become good.
You are not a “human” to me. You are someone who can disarm a Magmar without a sword.
If this feeling is a curse - so be it.
If it is betrayal - I will accept it.

With fire in my heart.
Vaeron



To Trainer Vaeron.

I read your letter several times. Do you know what the worst part is? That you're right. I was raised among humans, listening to their stories about Magmars, that you are brutal, savage, that your hearts are filled only with war and bloodlust. That when a Magmar looks at a human, it sees only a target. But I saw something different. When you helped me on Plateau of Silence in the fight against the GungIDO and stayed with me until I recovered, hidden in the ruins. I saw someone who fights because he cannot live any other way.
I don't know if in your land letters smell of smoke or blood. The one that reached me smells of both. And although I should have burned it before anyone saw it... I hid it. When I read your words, I stop thinking about the fact that we are from two enemy races. You are not the monster they want me to believe you are. And I am not a weak human girl who can be frightened by a threatening look. You know me. You know that when I am afraid, I keep going anyway.

I am writing this letter in the dark, my hand trembling not from the cold, but from fear. I am afraid of what will happen. They know, and they have already sent their best hunters (Ukoback, Yoriichi, -S-P-E-E-D-) to your lands. What we are doing is forbidden, we must stop. Maybe when this world changes, we will return to all this. Now live and remember me, because I will never forget you.

Forever yours
Frex