(OOC: I've already discussed the presence of Nemisis in this scene with Seraph)<br/><br/>Bradeton sat down in his study, alongside his bodyguard.  With a flourish, he picked up his pen and began to set down words to paper, looking up at Nemesis every so often.  The letter was a carefully made forgery, from a nonexistent shipping company promising an escort from pirates; implicitly to curry the favor of the mighty and powerful house Cynis, and explicitly to trade large amounts of money for their best slaves once the assembled convoy was on the high seas.  The mad bard's caste mark began to glow as he set himself to writing, letting his pen find just the shadows to hide in, just the unexpected places to jump out and deceive.<br/><br/>As he completed the first draft of the letter, Bradeton took a deep breath, and drew heavy black curtains over the windows of his study, following them up with a plank of wood affixed over the window by leather straps.  having sealed the windows of the room, Bradton pulled a pair of heavy leather gloves over his hands, then crumpled and threw his first draft into his fireplace, which he suddenly remembered had to be sealed as well.  Elsewhere poured a bucket of water over the fire, then, with another scrunching of leather, he affixed a final heavy board to the fireplace, followed by a black blanket.<br/><br/>His gloves ready, the Bard set upon his desk a two inch thick lead box, completely white on the outside, and for additional safety drew around him a thick curtain that was white on the side facing him and black on the outside.  Taking a final deep breath, Bradeton inserted his arms into the small holes in his writing box, and let all of his talent flow and roil, a shining disk of light appearing on his forehead before he began to speak in a loud glossolia, his pen drawing across the page like a soldier weilding a daiklave, hacking apart a behemoth of the wyld.<br/><br/>Light flew out of his body from every angle, as the power of the unconquered sun flew into his words, driving them to be the strongest they could be.  An entire shattered dictionary of words flowed around Bradeton, sending flickering lights throughout the chamber, even as the far side of the curtain around him began to bleach through.  In just a few minutes, bradton collapsed against his lead box, his anima shutting down from bleaching everything in sight, and instead simply becoming a frighteningly obvious glow.  He pulled the letter out of its box, inspected it, and satisfied, walked out of the curtain and placed the letter in an envelope inside a chest.  With a little bit of wax, he sealed the letter using a custom signet ring for a bogus shipping company, and handed it to nemesis.  "Try and find our friends, and tell them that if this gets to the crew of the house Cynis ship, they will be welcomed aboard with open arms."  Bradeton said, sweat dripping down his front as he collapsed into bed, planning to sleep off his glowing state.<br/><br/>(spending 29 motes and 2 willpower to activate the combo and write the letter, adding 4 to my linguistics and 4 automatic successes to my perform roll.  The letter is designed to provoke awe and gratitude in those who read it, and when read by the captain of the slave ship, it is designed to impose the compulsion "Allow three negotiators to board your ship, and when it is on the high seas, dock with your escort to negotiate a slave trade"