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Frith Fraywalker’s Letter
Contributor: Stephen Reid, Creative Director of Threadbare
Summary: This Threadbare Narrative Exemplar is designed to provide support for narrative creation through the medium of the personal letter. The narrative example depicts the personal description of The Void, through the lens of Threadbare character - Frith Fraywalker’s final letter. Contributors can use this form of narrative delivery as a source of lore creation and story setting when creating game assets and making additional narrative contributions.
Theme(s): Memory, decay, community collapse, unseen threats
- Type: Personal
- Date/Location: Found floating near the Tangled Temple, Ink Well
- Source: Frith Fraywalker’s final letter to the Storyweaver
StoryWeaver,
As I slowly succumb to this impenetrable darkness, sustained only by the fading glow of my ailing Wisp, I write to tell you of my time in The Void and all that I have learned. That you might find a way to defeat this scourge that stalks our lands is my last and only hope.
Forgive my scrawl, for I write with the hand I never had to use, the only hand I have left. The other lost to the nothingness that consumes this place…and me.
The overwhelming threat creeping through Threadbare is not a monster with teeth and claws, nor a thief with poison and a plan. It is not a storm of thunder and lightning, nor a tyrant with a crown and sword. It does not roar, scheme, strike, or march with an army at its back.
No, The Void is not a beast, for beasts can be frightened, captured, or slain. It is not a thief, for thieves can be thwarted with puzzles and traps, or bargained with. It is not a storm, for storms pass, replaced by the sun. It is not a tyrant, for tyrants can be toppled, their armies in retreat and their thrones ablaze.
It is neither awake nor asleep. Not alive nor dead. It does not think, care, wonder, or worry. It does not lie in wait. It is not watching you. It is not angry, or sad, or enjoying its rage across the fabric of this world. It is not desperate, for that implies desire. It is not patient, for that implies intent.
The Void is not the beast at the gate, but the gate left unlocked, the watch unkept, the beacon unlit, the alarm unsung.
The Void is unthinking and unfeeling. The very absence of culture, community, and care. The loss of memory. A lack of imagination. Broken spirit. Forgotten language. A scattered, fragmented humanity.
The Void is not an other...The Void is us!
The very act of writing these words is one of defiance, Storyweaver. Do you understand? To care, to connect, to create - these are the tenets of rebellion. Reading, writing, art, and song - the instruments of insurrection. Memory, Imagination and Spirit - the threads of resistance.
And so, with these words, with this story, I resist.
Until my dying light is dimmed,
-- Frith Fraywalker