Dear Brother....

[Scavar]

It's been awhile since I've seen you. When you first left me I tried to find you, but I didn't have any luck. Not even a little bit. After a month of searching I ended up in a very wet, usually cold place called Sundren.

I've done a lot here, they seem to have terrible goblin problems, and you know how I like to hit them. Oh and the gnolls, I've tried petting them like doggies, but someone told me they were more like hyenas, so now I don't know which it is. Oh and Orcs and Orges! They hit harder than I do, but that's true of a lot of things, I never really was that strong.


The most important thing though, I finally figured out magic! On the downside....it doesn't work so well when I'm in my armor. Actually I can't ever seem to pull it off in my armor. I think I learned the wrong kind of magic....but I don't know....you were always able to cast in your armor? Why can't I?


Love Immy


P.S. If this actually reaches you....come find me...please



[Note, this may look like a letter, but it's just an entry into a journal. Immy has no idea where to send the letter]

[Scavar]

I've taken sometime to myself, to be all alone and think brother. I haven't decided much...but I think I know why my magic isn't working like yours did. Your armor was special wasn't it. You always said that one line to me "Don't expect to always be as ready as I am Immy, I've been around awhile and I've collected myself well."

Your sword glowed, I remember seeing things just bounce off your armor, and you never had a problem casting in the armor. I've practiced as I could, enough actually to increase my swords work a bit. About half the time I think. My spells fail nearly half the time with my armor and shield on. A little less if I am only using one....Perhaps when I have more funds I can solve the problem.


On another note...I told someone your name. Just one person since I've been here. I don't know if I should have or not, I don't really know why I've been hiding it. It seemed like the right thing to do....I don't know your friends or enemies....And you always said I had to be careful around people...I know that now, I just don't seem to understand things sometimes.


Maybe you'll come find me soon...I hope...Or maybe when I'm strong enough I will find you.....

[Scavar]

I got your letter brother. To be honest it scares me, a lot. For nearly a year you've been just watching me. I don't understand, and then instead of coming out and showing yourself you send me a letter, in the middle of the day.

You tell me I am foolish, that I shouldn't trust my friends and loved ones. You tell me to stop following in your foot steps, because I was becoming nothing but a failed version of you. I don't understand, I've stopped laughing...giggling rather, since the letter. Sometimes I still do it and I stop myself, I don't know why...but it seems like I should be more serious about things...

Why brother...?

[Scavar]

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I'm not writing this to anyone in particular. To myself, for myself. I have friends in Sundren, people to miss, people who could miss me. I can't be here though.

My mind is torn to shreds, I can't stand what my brother has done to me...no one even knows the extent...For now...I need to go...I have to go...


[The rest of the letter is impossible to read. The entire journal was left on the ground near the Exigo Trading Post camp ground]


PS This journal was later found by someone named Cid, and then given to Taallic Vaarcs.