To whom it may concern, •───────── [Date Goes Here] ────────• "A dragon, is it?" Postmaster was true as his word, weighing only as much as a domestic cat might. It was relatively easy to hold the spirit's relaxed body against Caelum's own; Rakshasa generally enjoyed being carried about...

To whom it may concern, •───────── [Date Goes Here] ────────• "It is the simplest of all magic." the cat responded. His load had faded away, nearly to invisibility, and he gave a great feline yawn, showing off tiny, needle-sharp teeth, "All things that are exist alongside many other things...

To whom it may concern, •───────── [Date Goes Here] ────────• Life continued as normal for some time after the the Ferrier and his apprentice had their peculiar rendezvous in Rømskog, long enough for one to almost think of it more as dream than memory. True to his word, the strange Rakshasa at...

To whom it may concern, •───────── [Date Goes Here] ────────• The cat nodded along; it was typical of rakshasa that Postmaster put very little stock into names, picking them up or dropping them as he pleased. Some of his staff clung to their old names, no matter how much he tried to explain to...

To whom it may concern, •───────── [Date Goes Here] ────────• The cat grimaced at the pile of boxes. Everything was accounted for, but he wasn't eager to recalibrate frequencies again. Well, he wouldn't get very far on foot, but at least it would feel like progress. Postmaster hopped down...

To whom it may concern, •───────── [Date Goes Here] ────────• The spirit's grin widened as Æhti confessed ignorance, though in truth he had never expected the Fælnir man to land on the truth. Whatever great potential might hide in his unprepossessing form, the great disadvantage of mortality...

To whom it may concern, •───────── [Date Goes Here] ────────• When Postmaster slept, he generally dreamed of people- not merely in general, but of whosoever he held fixed in his mind's eye. This was often whichever mortal had captured his fascination that week, but not always. Now, he dreamed...

To whom it may concern, •───────── [Date Goes Here] ────────• Postmaster watched passively as the elder Ferrier gave his one-word answer, studying the man's eyes. There was, he fancied, a flicker of introspection there, of memory more vital than the ashes on his breath. Well could the cat...

To whom it may concern, •───────── [Date Goes Here] ────────• The spirit raised a brow at the elder Ferrier's reply. It seemed as though there was not a single thing which could disturb the creature's smug demeanor; but then again, even such an aggravating thing could be a clue, in the right...

To whom it may concern, •───────── [Date Goes Here] ────────• The spirit child sitting on the altar grinned wider at Velho's easy acceptance of his terms, shifting his right hand behind himself so he could lean back somewhat. He noted the younger man's discomfort with interest- plainly, the...

To whom it may concern, •───────── [Date Goes Here] ────────• Most of the Cat Post's business took place within the city of Rømskog, or a few days thereabouts; longer-distance post could be sent down river, but it was a lot to ask of any cat that they try to guide a convoy through the woods for...

To whom it may concern, •───────── [Date Goes Here] ────────• The discrepancies began piling up as soon as the beleaguered Ferrier and his pupil arrived, in fact. The family shrine was small, but well-kept; plainly it was cared for and used commonly, but the family in question were laborers...

To whom it may concern, •───────── [Date Goes Here] ────────• Aelfric woke in the deep midnight, feeling in his bones that the darkness was back. He wasn't a superstitious boy; or at least, he never used to be, but he still mumbled a prayer to the distant and immortal lords of Ælheim to watch...

Cat Post Owned By: Postmaster Enterprise Tier: Small Purpose: Cat Post is a delivery service offered by the Rakshasa Postmaster as a way to keep his stable of transfigured cats busy. The cats carry messages and small parcels throughout the city of Rømskog, as well as to surrounding towns and...

꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷︶︶︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷ RELATIONSHIPS ꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷︶︶︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷ Social Ties Platonic / Adversarial Platonic Platonic ATTACH IMAGE NAME DESCRIPTION Adversarial TBA Familial XXX XXX Romantic TBA ꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷︶︶︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷ Companion NPCs...

꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷︶︶︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷ POSSESSIONS ꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷︶︶︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷ Housing Postmaster lives in and around his office, a merchant building in Rømskog. Like most of its surrounding business, the post is a two-story wooden house, brightly painted, and connecting to a...

꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷︶︶︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷ ABILITIES ꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷︶︶︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷ SKILLS Skill Name Level XP Apparition Master 250/250 Seeming Master 250/250 Animist Master 250/250 Syphon Expert 100/250 Mysticism Expert 100/250 Zoology Expert 100/250 Meditation...

꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷︶︶︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷ HISTORY ꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷︶︶︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷ The Rakshasa Menes began life as all of his kind do; abruptly and with little satisfaction of it. After materializing without clear cause or warning, he wandered the world for interminable years, living at...

꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷︶︶︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷ POSTMASTER MENES ꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷ 2,180 Years Old 9.1 inches Tall Male Rakshasa Details Mailman Middle Class Fluent in Ælvish, Rakkish, Jinnic, and Common Appearance Postmaster appears to be a fairly small domestic cat, with inky black...