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Tor Boulderboots enters Foulbreath's smithy holding a large iron scroll case. He sets it on the workbench with a heavy, hollow thud. He explains to Foulbreath that the case contains a letter to be delivered to Clanwarden Beldor Boulderboots at Citadel Adbar, should any merchant caravans be attempting to make the journey. He give Foulbreath 100 stags for his trouble and leaves 500 more in a pouch for the merchants.
The contents of the letter are as follows and are written in dwarven...
To Clanwarden Beldor Boulderboots regarding the fate of the 2nd Division Phalanx Regulars.
Per orders, our unit was performing military maneuvers and reconnaissance in the Western Arm of the Spine of the World. Just before dawn on the eve of the second fortnight the unit was ambushed by drow. Both sides were suffering serious casualties though by my accounts the phalanx was holding strong and the drow would be overcome or routed. Before this could happen the snow field gave way beneath us all and began to slide down the mountain. I awoke on a southern face in heaps of snow and rock.
I found myself in a valley known as Sundren that was unknown to our charts. A thriving government holds hordes of humanoids and necromancers at bay though sometimes by only a thread.
I have yet to find any other survivors of my unit and have found the mountain passes inaccessable, hindering an attempt to report back to the Citadel.
Until then I respectfully await orders.
Private Tor Boulderboots, 2nd Division Phalanx Regulars.
((DM's - feel free to take the money from my inventory but no double dipping please
))
The contents of the letter are as follows and are written in dwarven...
To Clanwarden Beldor Boulderboots regarding the fate of the 2nd Division Phalanx Regulars.
Per orders, our unit was performing military maneuvers and reconnaissance in the Western Arm of the Spine of the World. Just before dawn on the eve of the second fortnight the unit was ambushed by drow. Both sides were suffering serious casualties though by my accounts the phalanx was holding strong and the drow would be overcome or routed. Before this could happen the snow field gave way beneath us all and began to slide down the mountain. I awoke on a southern face in heaps of snow and rock.
I found myself in a valley known as Sundren that was unknown to our charts. A thriving government holds hordes of humanoids and necromancers at bay though sometimes by only a thread.
I have yet to find any other survivors of my unit and have found the mountain passes inaccessable, hindering an attempt to report back to the Citadel.
Until then I respectfully await orders.
Private Tor Boulderboots, 2nd Division Phalanx Regulars.
((DM's - feel free to take the money from my inventory but no double dipping please
))