Letter 3: By Silale
Dear Family,
Please forgive me for sending a lizard instead of the usual owl. I apologize for not writing back sooner. Despite anything you may have heard, my group and I were arrested under false pretenses. Hillhavencrestfordshire may be one of the more well known towns in the area, but that does not mean their legal system is anything stupendous. I know that you have always taught me to abide by the rules of whatever town I am in, Mother and Father, but this is a special case. We believe the government here is corrupt beyond saving, and I feel it is my obligation, as a follower of Corellon to help set things straight. Please, PLEASE don’t be angry with me!
It was my companions’ fault. They thought it was a good idea to sneak around the back alleys like common thieves. No wonder we were arrested! This gave me some time to get to know my cellmate, Fragment, a bit more. Even though he enjoys attacking fleeing enemies and has an unhealthy obsession with tails, he is very devoted for his family. His words inspired me to want to see you all once more…prompting me to blast open my cell door. I know you said to never use Grandmother’s crest for mindless property damage, but it was a special situation. I promise. Anyway, that was nothing compared to what Balasar did to his jail cell. Ripping large chunks from walls and using it to kill two guards is much worse in comparison.
When we all managed to escape our cells, we noticed a magical door, a pedestal with three deep holes and an overall feeling of doom. Father, from your insight about the gnolls may be correct, and I think that this is their leader’s stronghold. The marking we found is everywhere.
Luckily for us, the rest of the guards were gathered in the mess hall for the midday meal, so we were free to wander the dungeon for a way to escape.
We came across a Warforged, and your tales of these things were correct Mother. Not only did I not manage to do much damage with my magic, it seemed to be completely void of life. A metal man with no soul, truly frightening. McBrune had thrown me an object he found and that only seem to enrage the monster, chasing after me with unquenchable fervor. The beast was felled with teamwork, as we progressed onto further challenges. It was only after the battle we realized that the object thrown to me could be used in opening the aforementioned, magical door. We set out to find the rest.
Fire Beetles met us next! Only much larger than your traveling stories Mother! We found another room where these beasts were protecting chests that, we deduced, contained the objects we desired. I helped to destroy the beasts, knocking them back to their cages. Despite what you may believe family, my strength is a product of the prophecy. If ungodly power seems to overwhelm me at times, it is only because I am training very hard to meet my requirements for returning.
After the second trial, we progressed into a room with a giant boulder! It was quite frightening indeed! I did; however, have the brilliant idea to climb atop Balasar’s shoulders to
reach higher ground. Balasar was not as lucky, as he was run over by the boulder. Do not feel sorry for him though, his scales and armor have protected him from worse. I’m sure he felt nothing. Our group faced off against another group of Warforged, hoping to retrieve a few more possible keys. During the battle, Avenar renamed a few of his spells, but it only seemed to make them fizzle through the air with a loud yawn. I think it may be the brand of leaf he tends to smoke. It cannot be very healthy for his mind, nor his mana.
I am now watching the magical rock roll beneath me. My companions are figuring out a way to stop it so we can get out of this room. Let me know when the harvest is supposed to come in. I would like to return to celebrate Corellon’s bounty in the coming months.
Lovingly yours,
Silale
