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VII.—TO THE LADY AMATHEIA OF CROWSPIRE.
My Lady Amatheia—Forgive this unusual proceeding and the boldness of being addressed by a stranger; but I have none to recommend me to your notice, and endure the singular misfortune of being as-yet unknown to you. Whispers of your name echo through the province in which I have recently found myself. There is much that…
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Enemy Advancement
Characters: We set out from Sophia’s Rest, and immediately get lost. Eventually Raoul gets on track and we start heading in the right direction. We rest at the altar to Lady Luck and continue our journey in the morning light having trouble finding a path into the hills that are our goal, and work our…
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Hunters Become Hunted
Characters: As Fae’ael and Ilai are telling Belrith about their planned trek into the Bronze Forest through the portal under Paldenro, they are greeted by a slightly wet Shadar-kai by the name of Raoul. He washed upon shore near Teslan’s keep and was escorted here. After some chatting, the party learns he is extremely humble…
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VI.—TO OCTAVIA VOCLAIN.
My Dear Sister—There is only little yet to say of my last excursion. I last left you right at its conclusion, which is this: In the cellar of the ruined fort, thoroughly shrouded in silk, our party found the nest of the massive spider queen and swarms of countless hatchlings. I know not if it…
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V.—TO OCTAVIA VOCLAIN.
My Dear Sister—I am glad to report I am in much better spirits. Still in need on some remedy for my temperament and some thing I could focus my mind on, and finding the Alchemist otherwise occupied, I decided to embark on one of those excursions abroad, which are so frequent and which I have…
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Spider Nest
Characters: We started at the Lake of Crystal Tears and made our way North through the Jinxwode. Do okay to start, but the dense forest likes to play its games. Weird mushrooms here—had these spots like… I don’t know. It’s like they had faces. But maybe that’s just me. Came across some graves, or what’s…
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IV.—TO OCTAVIA VOCLAIN.
My Dear Octavia—How long is it since I have written? I have not been diligent in my counting of days. I recall seeing the moon wax and wane, then wax again. Those who accompanied me in my first foray into the local wilderness I have seen come and go at least thrice over. For me…
