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To the Sundren Authorities
Around midday in Sundren, a cross looking cat is shoved into an official looking building, by an ill concealed Gnome, with a letter clamped in its mouth. Encouraged by 'shooing' noises emanating from the doorway the cat angrily stomps across the hall and the letter is dropped at an administrators feet. The aggrieved cat seemingly rolls his eye as it turns and haughtily marches out again.
To the Sundren Authorities,
Dear Sir/Madam,
My Goodness, what have things come to when an honest scholar cannot be free to explore and enrich his knowledge without being accosted by blackguards and ill-doers?
Well what happened to me, you may well ask, that has inflamed to the degree where I feel I must write a strongly worded letter to the authorities? Goodness where do I begin to explain the things I have experienced today? Well I suppose the beginning is the best place as any. Unless you, as the reader, was rather short of time and wanted to read the end of my letter, and hence the point of, first. But I digress and rather think I will follow tradition on this occasion.
I had been wandering the Sharahan Hills in search of the elusive Glowing Root. Interestingly I had never heard of this particular plant before and was alerted to it existence by a passing Druid whom I had a rather interesting conversation about herbology. Apparently it has amazing restorative qualities that I should like to study. Though I could not find any trace of it. Perhaps I could organise some kind of search of the hills but I digress.
Anyway during my wanders I came across two adventurers, an Elf and the other was what I can only take to be the offspring of an Orc and a Human. Actually it is most interesting that, given the chequered history of interaction between those races, that a pairing survive long enough to produce off-spring. Also interesting that I have never met a pairing of Orc and Human that live as man and wife. Perhaps this warrants further investigation, but I rather feel I am digressing from the point of this letter.
Well blow me down with the proverbial feather if the Elf didn't demand I show her where she find a horde of undead. Well, at the time I believed that she had good intentions and wanted to rid the hills of the walking dead so agreed to aid her. Plus her companion looked rather handy with his axe and would permit me to have safe travel through the caves that run underneath the hills and extend my search for the Glowing Root.
Well my initial thoughts were turned upon their heads when we had reached the area where I had previously seen undead whilst traversing the cave. My goodness! When I questioned the Elf of her interest in the undead she told me outright that she wished to learn to control the undead and eventually become a Lich herself! My goodness a Lich! And that she wished to ally herself with the Banites! My Goodness Banites! A Banite Lich! Can you imagine such a thing? I can't! Well actually theoretically I can and it looks very ugly. Very ugly indeed. In both a metaphorical and literal sense.
So coming to the purpose of this correspondance (which if you are the type of reader that I alluded to at the beginning of this letter you are reading first, before the preamble) is to warn the authorities of a very dark mage who wishes to decend into the very worst type of magic and ally with Banites! Unforunately I didn't catch her name at all, but it sounded elven.
A concern friend.
To the Sundren Authorities,
Dear Sir/Madam,
My Goodness, what have things come to when an honest scholar cannot be free to explore and enrich his knowledge without being accosted by blackguards and ill-doers?
Well what happened to me, you may well ask, that has inflamed to the degree where I feel I must write a strongly worded letter to the authorities? Goodness where do I begin to explain the things I have experienced today? Well I suppose the beginning is the best place as any. Unless you, as the reader, was rather short of time and wanted to read the end of my letter, and hence the point of, first. But I digress and rather think I will follow tradition on this occasion.
I had been wandering the Sharahan Hills in search of the elusive Glowing Root. Interestingly I had never heard of this particular plant before and was alerted to it existence by a passing Druid whom I had a rather interesting conversation about herbology. Apparently it has amazing restorative qualities that I should like to study. Though I could not find any trace of it. Perhaps I could organise some kind of search of the hills but I digress.
Anyway during my wanders I came across two adventurers, an Elf and the other was what I can only take to be the offspring of an Orc and a Human. Actually it is most interesting that, given the chequered history of interaction between those races, that a pairing survive long enough to produce off-spring. Also interesting that I have never met a pairing of Orc and Human that live as man and wife. Perhaps this warrants further investigation, but I rather feel I am digressing from the point of this letter.
Well blow me down with the proverbial feather if the Elf didn't demand I show her where she find a horde of undead. Well, at the time I believed that she had good intentions and wanted to rid the hills of the walking dead so agreed to aid her. Plus her companion looked rather handy with his axe and would permit me to have safe travel through the caves that run underneath the hills and extend my search for the Glowing Root.
Well my initial thoughts were turned upon their heads when we had reached the area where I had previously seen undead whilst traversing the cave. My goodness! When I questioned the Elf of her interest in the undead she told me outright that she wished to learn to control the undead and eventually become a Lich herself! My goodness a Lich! And that she wished to ally herself with the Banites! My Goodness Banites! A Banite Lich! Can you imagine such a thing? I can't! Well actually theoretically I can and it looks very ugly. Very ugly indeed. In both a metaphorical and literal sense.
So coming to the purpose of this correspondance (which if you are the type of reader that I alluded to at the beginning of this letter you are reading first, before the preamble) is to warn the authorities of a very dark mage who wishes to decend into the very worst type of magic and ally with Banites! Unforunately I didn't catch her name at all, but it sounded elven.
A concern friend.
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