I write you this letter from Queen’s Landing. I’ve just returned here from the Barony of Halswood in northern Staenland, after concluding the business your last letter requested my companions and I deal with.
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It never ceases to amaze me that I have been selected as some sort of hero. Almost as if I was chosen by the gods for this purpose. I rest now in the incredible city of Arcada. Never have a seen a city more dedicated to the gods, and thus to their beliefs and writings, in all of the Kingdoms. Equally as fascinating is Leonardo’s and the Vodan Steel Works. Though smithing was my father’s profession, the shaping of useless raw materials into a finely honed edge or a bulwark of defense interests me. But I have not set down here to write a companion’s guide to the city. I have taken myself from my studies and my wonder to relate the events following the summer of 194.
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28
Nov
Mauril’s Journal, Part 4
As I sit in the grey dungeon that has become my home over the past several weeks, I have come to two conclusions. The first is that this power that I have fated upon is dark and treacherous and it has no business being in the hands of any mortal. This is the very power of the gods, unrestrained. I have stared into the face of the divine and walked away with its glow and its stench. I am unfit to know such things, to be who I am.
10
Nov
Rath’s Letters, Part II.
More of Rath’s letters from the Grand Campaign.
Again, it seems that too much time has passed since I have found the opportunity to again set upon my journal. It has been weeks since I have had a place of refuge. I have taken up temporary residence in Newholm with two of those whom I had gone adventuring. Before I tell you of my time here, I should tell of the events that transpired to bring me from Queen’s Landing to here.
It seems like it has been ages since I have been able to return to my books. I was loath to abandon them, but it seems that I was not fashioned for the life of an adventurer. I have found for myself a temporary respite in this subterranean library. It feels more comfortable than anything I have known since fleeing to Firforge.
19
Oct
Rath’s Letters, Part I.
Rath’s letters from the Grand Campaign
I’ve started this journal for the very likely event that something goes horribly wrong. I’ve discovered something that I shouldn’t have. Before I catalog that, however, I should probably tell you, reader, who I am. I am currently known as Mauril Everleaf, scribe of Mishya. I moved to Firforge nearly ten years ago and have considered it my home since my youth.