Story:The Letters of Madame Ulster, The Answerless Prophet
Character:Madame Ulster, The Answerless Prophet

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The Letters of Madame Ulster, The Answerless Prophet\n
Written By Her Loyal Servant, Priestess Cadence Fermi\n
Late Evening of the 38th day of the Spring of the Madame's 157th year.
The unseen veins of the Locomotive pulse with a regenerated lifeblood not known to it in these past three decades. \n
This carries with it the stench of a great event.
To speculate further would be foolishness on my part. The scent of life and curiosity that pervades these endless halls speaks only to a renewal of life, not to the future of the Locomotive.
My thirst for knowledge mirrors the Locomotive's reawakening. With passions rendered anew, I look fondly to the future and it has been no small amount of time since I've felt the static charge of restlessness at my fingertips. I'm nearly anxious.
Dictated But Not Read By Madame Ulster\n
Written by Her Loyal Servant, Priestess Cadence Fermi

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Middle Morning of the 40th day of the Spring of the Madame's 157th year.
My protégé has become even more restless than I. It seems as though she claims to not feel the raw, impossible-to-ignore heartbeat of The Living Locomotive, even as she anxiously bothers me for information on this energy that cannot be explained. In fact, I would go so far as to say that she claims to have no information on something she seems to be experiencing rather intimately.
"But Madame", she tells me, "What do you feel that I seem not to?"
To which I respond: nothing.
Dictated But Not Read By Madame Ulster\n
Reluctantly Written by Her Loyal Servant, Priestess Cadence Fermi

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Late Morning of the 42nd day of the Spring of the Madame's 157th year.
Fermi's restlessness is not my restlessness. She persists, calmer than before, certainly, in wondering the source of her restlessness. I cannot answer her. I can only speak to myself. My restlessness has not gone away, but she is right in cautioning me to investigate it further. So I shall. I need a few days solitude. I have given Fermi one end of the silken thread and trust she will return it intact. I bade her go, seek supplies and sate her restlessness whilst I meditate.
Dictated But Not Read By Madame Ulster\n
Written by Her Loyal Servant, Priestess Cadence Fermi

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Fargoth Ilt ns XLVI amni Durad miistead ns Madame CXLVII
iltras tn uuger calme farsti tr phallev cor altaaken. ferst cralta Fermi mant Ulster inne alto ns pastr crye. uhrn koralre calme ns theru. ynue yker klasticala tumanc. Fermi iltak froet wit tr alpis maatak ns welgr. Ulster fense ns mirs itto mantaak tr wrethn klasticala fjird. resyt Fahne resyt Crejt resyt Eilk resyt Hrie kritis mant Lelt mant Daltse. mantaak therit calme ns welk tr opsten kaamer. ilta n. 
Ulster

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Late Evening of the 46th day of the Spring of the Madame's 157th year.
My meditation ceased yet I was alone. My loyal protégé had not yet returned. I feared not for her safety, thought I was stricken with a great fear. A token of proof had been presented in my visions, that they may come to pass should I awaken alone. I fear now, after having seen the things that I have seen, that the enemy, if there is to be an enemy in the coming days, will not be a monster made of teeth or claws, but rather a monster of lies. The word that came to me was subversion. I must think.
Written By Madame Ulster\n
Translated by Her Loyal Servant, Priestess Cadence Fermi

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Mid Afternoon of the 47th day of the Spring of the Madame's 157th year.
Having been given time to parse my thoughts, I fear deeply that I will not live to see the events aboard the Locomotive which I have been given precognition of in these past few days. I worry, even, that I may have approached my last year aboard the vessel far too late to do anything about it. Fermi worries incessantly about me and tends to my smallest whims, perhaps to an even unwelcome degree. I do not begrudge her this, however. She may be free of me soon, and for that she may be thankful. I do not know.
Fermi bids me to not speak such cruelness.
Dictated But Not Read By Madame Ulster\n
Written by Her Loyal Servant, Priestess Cadence Fermi

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Late Evening of the 50th day of the Spring of the Madame's 157th year.
I sometimes, in fits of arrogance, feel as though my ties to humanity have been severed. In reality I am far more human that I'd like to admit. I have thoughts regarding my eventual death, and more thoughts regarding my potentially forthcoming death. I feel nearly cheated of the years I hoped to spend with my protégé. I feel cheated out of the proteges I hoped to have in the future. Most of all I feel cheated out of the answers I was sent here to find.
[I was unable to translate the Madame's latter words. She seemed to speak from a tongue older than her usual. She refused to clarify.]
Dictated But Not Read By Madame Ulster\n
Written by Her Loyal Servant, Priestess Cadence Fermi

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Crallng Ilt ns LIII amni Durad miistead ns Madame CXLVII
wie malstead enk tr Fermi crant itsitnl. Fermi. kriktallen falfr mant Cyrtam mak Ilman. Fas ns mter uuger tr friec malstead baltof mal. nirce. nirce faltoh. humane mant Fermi istr illusav mallik craste calme. mantak nr Calt Humis Delahd Mir ehr mal. mal shryk fassn calme torhd tr manstreu ns malstead.
palloch merse kant malkan mantak. wie cres falhse Fermi.
Ulster

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Crallng Nec
Fermi maldonsk ehsij maland calme. Girtank mos tr fallir shren Calt Humis Delahd Mir. Fermi. Innk sorctr manas filnec calme dravven malouk.
Asneh istrun malcoch ns faltoun.
Ulster

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Late Afternoon of the 53rd day of the Spring of the Madame's 157th year.
Fermi has returned and told me many strange things of her journey aboard the Locomotive. She claims to have come across a dark room where no light could penetrate. She was shaken to her core. She then came upon a Humis Delahd Mir, a blue crystal of ancient lore. It shone so brightly as to spiritually humble her. Unable to control herself, she eventually woke up in a normal boxcar. I do not believe her words… I am not certain they are even her own.
Written By Madame Ulster. First of two consecutive letters.\n
Translated by Her Loyal Servant, Priestess Cadence Fermi

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Late Evening of the 53rd day of the Spring of the Madame's 157th year.
If Fermi believes her words, then she has been attacked by an unseen enemy, one not approached or discovered before. That or she is lying. I fear that she may attempt to attack me. I must strike the first blow. For if she is touched, as she claims at least in implication, then it is imperative despite my emotional connections that I strike the first blow. I only have so many chances to strike and I do not trust these halls like I used to.
Written By Madame Ulster. Second of two consecutive letters.\n
Translated by Her Loyal Servant, Priestess Cadence Fermi

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I know what I saw. 
I'm going to tell the world what I saw. It wasn't a lie and I have lived under her cryptic abuse for far too long. 
It is time for me to trust my own senses, rather than the ravings of a madwoman. I do not know what killed Ulster, nor do I know what that crystal was trying to do to me. 
What I know is that others should know. They may dig up answers to the questions I've been given.
Cadence Fermi
