The 15th of Eleasis, the year of the 12 warnings,
Aberrard, with the courage of Torm, humble fellow of the
Order of the Valiant of Waterdeep, on his behalf and that of his brother, to
the Virtuoso tale spinner Garennin, Lord and Bard of Moreislor, I give you our
kindest greeting father.
Because we know that
you desire to hear from us and to learn the state of our prosperity, we think
it fitting to first tell you of this.
We have been given the duty to uncover all we can from an
enemy of the city of Greenest. These enemies are fierce and bountiful. One
among them took your second son down without any effort on his part, yet my
fall brought safety and refuge to hostages. It was not in vain father. Torm requires
of his followers that they should give their own lives if it can save one or
many others from pain and suffering at the hands of evildoers.
I promise you that I shall cross swords with the sky
coloured Dragonman calling itself Langdedrosa Cynwrath again and perhaps, Torm
willing, I can give him a fight worthy of one of your stories.
Our party leaves in the morning. I know not what awaits us.
The assailants did have a Dragon with them when the city was pillaged and
looted.
You will be pleased to know that I always listen to your
tales when you entertain guests at Moreislor, and that I remember one
particular story about the Dragon Queen, Tiamat. The villains of this story stole
loot for Her Hoard. I suspect and believe without a doubt that the Cult of the
Dragon is most definitively behind the attack, and I fear if they remain
unchecked, there will be future raids upon villages and towns of the good folk
in this part of the Sword Coast.
My brother, your third born, is well. He still has some
difficulty making positive first impressions. He has made the castle guards in
Greenest uncomfortable and suspect that he is up to no good.
Torm has granted him courage on more than one occasion, I
need not worry about his safety during a fight, and Leo holds his own and can
fell an opponent with his arcane crafts. I watch him as you have instructed, trying to discover how
and where his arcane power comes from. I never have seen him read a tome or scroll;
it is as if he instinctively knows secrets that I fear should remain hidden
from the Realms.
He sometimes whispers into the night when he sleeps as I
take first watch. I can never make out what he is saying. I think it is not a
tongue I have ever heard before. He
seems to be in some nightmare, which he does not wish to escape from. It often
gives me chills when I hear speak this outwardly tongue, but then it keeps me
sharp and aware during my turn as watch.
We both would like some news from Moreislor. How is Mother
and how is your First born?
In brief therefore, Torm willing, we shall return to you. We
render to you the gratitude which you deserve for your care of your sons and
our mother your wife; and for the very great fidelity which you have shown to
us. And with the full intention of worthily rewarding you with new stories to
tell, we ask you to pray for our safe return.
We are and Always Will Be!
