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From: khanjorah@aol.com (Khan Jorah)
Date: 10 Sep 1998 06:15:37 EDT



They have received their gifts. They should be fearful now, or at the very least worried. Good. Everything is going according to plan. Now it was time to advance to the next stages. He sits at his table, half living experiments crawling about the laboratory's floor, silent, fearing the power of their creator.

It's time, and so he writes out three copies of a letter, nothing hidden, not meaning to inspire hatred, anger, or any other emotion save one.

Caution.

And the finished work is as follows.


First, Second, and Third children,
When you next feel contacted, you should respond accordingly. Ask no questions, for no answers shall be forthcoming. When you are contacted, you'll not need to ask if they are the one. You will know it.

And now, I reward you. You shall be given the name with which to identify me.

I am, Khan Jorah Petrovna Illianovich, and I know you.
I grant you the name to your pain.

Signed, then sealed with beeswax, and the simple spell to send them on their way, they are delivered. One to the doorstep of the cottage of Dalamar Au'Darmon, one to the nightstand beside Jola Fici's bed, and one in the office of Jaycynda Ashleana. All will be found for their reading pleasure.

Jorah leans back in the darkened laboratory, folding his hands by his lips, which now slowly begin to form into a grim smile.


"And the players take the field."