The "Be My Valentione!" Creative Writing Contest (NA) - OFFICIAL ENTRY THREAD

[Valruna]

My Dearest Aymeric,

I Would like to arrange a meeting with you.

Before you wave your hand at a secretary wondering what befalls Hydaelyn now please wait and read the rest of this letter first.

The meeting I wish to arrange is of the more social kind.
Aymeric I know what this is perhaps a bit forward of me and I’m not attempting courtship in a traditional manner.

I battle primals, am constantly thrown into the world's chaos and asked to fix it, and sometimes my choices blow up in my face. (I mean that quite literally as a Mage)

This being said as someone who also faces this worlds mood swings I think you will probably understand why I would wish you cut to the chase and just pursue you myself. I will understand humbly if you do not wish to engage in courtship, however, let me remind you I can set you on fire or literally set you on fire.

(I’m jesting about the literal setting of fire)

Please meet me at twilight's blush on the fourteenth day of the First Umbral Moon on the Black Iron Bridge.

I find it difficult to express everything in my mind into a single letter so perhaps you can let me tell you more with the burn of cold air keeping me to my senses. In turn, perhaps I can hear your opinion of this possible social engagement. This way if I am rejected of your affections I may walk away in the cold and snow in as dramatic a fashion as I may.

Yours for as long as fire burns and ice chills,
Valruna Cypher

[Love Letter from Valruna Cypher of Behemoth Server :Gift Prize if Won Noble Barding would be cool ]

[Shout]

My Dearest Anima,

I will never forget the day we met.

Under skies of tumultuous aether, I watched as you took shape beneath hammer swings and flying sparks. I felt your heart resonate with mine as I wrapped my quivering hands about your still-warm hilt, your voice calling out to me...

It feels like it was so long ago. An age of strife, an ocean of blood, ever reaching for the hard won victory. Even as my arms burned from exertion and my breath came in ragged gasps, your presence filled me with determination.

As we stride forward into the next dawn I vow that I will always swing true, and that any foes that stand against us will fall like rain in a storm of heart and steel.

With an unwavering grip,
Altun of the Qerel

(Written by Altun Qerel of Couerl, seeking the Noble Barding)