A simple rolled-up parchment bound with string are left for Galen at the Umberlee shrine in Port Avanthyr. It is written in elven, and penned with a quick hand as several words are scratched out. It is evident that the composer of the message were in some state of excitement.
Scribbled below the letter is a quick sketch of a full moon topped with a crescent-shaped haze
I trust my letter finds you of capable health old friend. I have dire news about the forests we call home. I had merely stumbled upon a vampire lair within the Viridale Forests, before the Paladins of the Triad were stomping through the forest intent on cleansing it.
The trees then turned their eyes on the humans, blood running from their eyes, and from everywhere upon their grand trunks. A great bear spirit manifested, denying the humans their attack on the lair, claiming to cleanse the undead filth alone. A tinge on the cusp of reality grasped my tongue, and I am sure that the spirits were touched by fey power. I pleaded their aid and mine to the humans, but to no avail. I have no thought as to what happened to the humans, and I dare not let my mind wander.
The spirits claimed their legacy from a creature know as the Prophet of blood. To their words, an Archfey occupied on what they believed was the frontlines in the Spine. My knowledge of matters fey are not extensive and I must insist that we find the lore needed to act with grace and wisdom. I am not sure how the Prophet of blood is related to the vampire nest, or its hatchlings – but the spirits of the land quite visibly bleeds. I am shocked to find them enjoying it so.
Go with this knowledge to others of the Tel'quessir and find truth and true friends to stand with. I will do the same and see you soon.
Now more than ever, the Lone Wolf will need to see his return to Arvandor.
My'athvin.
The trees then turned their eyes on the humans, blood running from their eyes, and from everywhere upon their grand trunks. A great bear spirit manifested, denying the humans their attack on the lair, claiming to cleanse the undead filth alone. A tinge on the cusp of reality grasped my tongue, and I am sure that the spirits were touched by fey power. I pleaded their aid and mine to the humans, but to no avail. I have no thought as to what happened to the humans, and I dare not let my mind wander.
The spirits claimed their legacy from a creature know as the Prophet of blood. To their words, an Archfey occupied on what they believed was the frontlines in the Spine. My knowledge of matters fey are not extensive and I must insist that we find the lore needed to act with grace and wisdom. I am not sure how the Prophet of blood is related to the vampire nest, or its hatchlings – but the spirits of the land quite visibly bleeds. I am shocked to find them enjoying it so.
Go with this knowledge to others of the Tel'quessir and find truth and true friends to stand with. I will do the same and see you soon.
Now more than ever, the Lone Wolf will need to see his return to Arvandor.
My'athvin.
Scribbled below the letter is a quick sketch of a full moon topped with a crescent-shaped haze

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