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<A letter is sent with the rest, on the next caravan of supplies and male to Whurest. Midst those, a sealed pair of parchment addressed to the Thane. The sealing wax pressed in the shape of a oak tree.
The first of these letters reads as.>
'My son, make for me more children. We must grow our family. Find a way to lengthen the life of my children, that they may stay with us.'
<The first letter's hand-writing is yards and away different from the careful, measured flecks of a delicate elf's letters. The second, a more familiar, warm, and legible format.>
General Stonewhisperer,
It seems the Viridale has become the focal point of all manner of miscreants. The evening before, a pair were discovered in my woods while I made tea, my companion and I discovering a dark robed figure. And a orc, squealing more then a pig on fire.
At first, I suspected Myrkulites. The Black Hand have been making 'visits', of late, and one can't simply discount they may have a hand in every creaking floorboard at times.
The truth was far stranger. We found an orc, twisted and misshapen, not as a sacrifice. But as a magical experiment. The robed figure was a human, and I believe that this instance is related to the red skinned orcs of before.
The letter before was found beneath the orc's charred body. Not even a spell of restoration could save it for questioning. I give this letter to you, in hopes it gleans more information, alongside any further evidence.
I wish this letter could have been for our next appointment of tea. If you need but a thing, I still stop by the Second Wind for the sake of spices, and letter dispatch.
Warm winds to keep you in the North,
The Starweaver
The first of these letters reads as.>
'My son, make for me more children. We must grow our family. Find a way to lengthen the life of my children, that they may stay with us.'
<The first letter's hand-writing is yards and away different from the careful, measured flecks of a delicate elf's letters. The second, a more familiar, warm, and legible format.>
General Stonewhisperer,
It seems the Viridale has become the focal point of all manner of miscreants. The evening before, a pair were discovered in my woods while I made tea, my companion and I discovering a dark robed figure. And a orc, squealing more then a pig on fire.
At first, I suspected Myrkulites. The Black Hand have been making 'visits', of late, and one can't simply discount they may have a hand in every creaking floorboard at times.
The truth was far stranger. We found an orc, twisted and misshapen, not as a sacrifice. But as a magical experiment. The robed figure was a human, and I believe that this instance is related to the red skinned orcs of before.
The letter before was found beneath the orc's charred body. Not even a spell of restoration could save it for questioning. I give this letter to you, in hopes it gleans more information, alongside any further evidence.
I wish this letter could have been for our next appointment of tea. If you need but a thing, I still stop by the Second Wind for the sake of spices, and letter dispatch.
Warm winds to keep you in the North,
The Starweaver