Messenger Reply for Lyra’s Player

Context: During session 34, Lux helped Lyra find the part in the book referencing Vecna’s contract. Lux’s high Perception check noticed it was Lyra’s handwriting. Lyra noticed something more — a slightly different hand had altered what she wrote.

What to Send

Hey — so, between sessions, here’s what Lyra reads when she looks more carefully at the passage Lux found.

You recognise your own handwriting immediately. It’s yours. You wrote this:

“If one of the idiots from Nemesis dies before I do, I’ll drag their death into myself, allowing them to live another day (this is not to be mistaken for affection).”

That’s you. That’s your voice. You remember writing it — or you feel like you do, even if you can’t place exactly when.

But there’s something else. Two changes, in handwriting that isn’t yours. It’s close — almost the same hand — but the ink is different. Colder. Silver-grey. The strokes are precise in a way that yours never are. Whoever changed this didn’t rush. They had all the time in the world. Or beyond it.

The changes:

1. “before I do” — a single clean line has been drawn through those three words. Not scribbled out. Not replaced with anything. Just… removed. Whoever did this didn’t add a condition. They took yours away.
2. The parenthetical at the end — your words have been scratched out. Where you wrote “(this is not to be mistaken for affection)” it now reads: (this is not to be undone)

The amended passage reads:

“If one of the idiots from Nemesis dies, before I do, I’ll drag their death through myself, allowing them to live another day (this is not to be undone).”

You stare at the struck-through words. You can still see what you wrote underneath. But the line through them is final. You put a time limit on it — before I do. Someone removed the clock. And your joke — your deflection, the sarcastic parenthetical you hid your feelings behind — was turned into something permanent. Whoever did this took your sarcasm and made it law.

You notice one more thing. “Into” has become “through.” You’re not holding their deaths. They pass through you. To where?

And you realise, with a cold feeling in your chest: you are one of the idiots from Nemesis.

Note: Don’t explain who changed it. Let her sit with it. She’ll figure out the Kelemvor connection — the Fugue portal is right there.