3. Letter from the front

Letter from the front


  • Dearest mother,

    I hope my letter finds you well. Tell aunt Jen I say hello. So far, there hasn't been much excitement. There have been many types of people coming and going. Lots of rough men, dwarves and some odd folks who call themselves Gaylee or something. Those people carry dark bows and don't speak much.

    We've set up tents, and a hasty barricade. There's a lot of bickering too. Some people wish to take immediate actions. Others caution a more tempered approach to the effort of retaking Norwick.

    The food isn't bad. Mostly salted meats and dried rations. I'm doing well. No sign of battle yet. I heard that a troupe of orcs came and met with some of the self chosen leadership. I don't know what they talked about but, they're orcs so Im sure it can't be good.

    I also heard that someone saw a silver dragon down here! Can you believe that! An honest to goodness real dragon! I hope I get a peek, but don't worry I won't get too close.

    I put some fresh cut flowers on Pahs grave. I sure miss him. I know you miss him too. Well, my time is almost up and I need to get back to my duties down here. Don't worry about your boy, I'll stay safe. Oh, I met a real dwarven knight who called himself Gnarl and a real tall fellow with a very scary skull helm named Cecil. He wore a cape of dark crimson and his armor looked like he was the mark of someone important. He gave me a bow! A real longbow like a real mercenary should have.

    I'll send money soon. I'm hoping to visit you next new moon. Until then, Kelemvor watch over you and Aunt Jen.

    All my love. Your son,
    Raine


  • Dearest mother,

    Today is a black day for the captives of Norwick. The word came to us that a host of undead minions were unleashed upon the squatter Ostromog and his dread host of foul miscreants. I don't know for certain, but I feel that the coward leader forced the captives out into the front so to act as a shield of defense. What a dastardly coward. What a black heart he must possess.

    We have done what we can here at the temple. If Pah were still around, he'd have a lot of digging to do. I'll be sure no one tramples on his grave while we're busy digging fresh holes for the poor souls of Norwick.

    After the dead were prayed for and laid to their rest, I returned to the line. It would seem that Ostromog and his petty band of buggers are quite incapable of meeting our ranks in the open. Oh, and the ale keg here is empty now.

    I wanted you to know that I am keeping with good souls here. Today I met another noble dwarf named Beourn. I had wandered off into a cave and he came upon me from the shadows. It gave my heart a bit of a jolt, but he lowered his weapon and removed his helm. I did likewise, and we spoke a while. It was good to meet him thus, for he said the cave I was about to enter was the gateway to the dread Oscura. I suppose that explained all of the vile serpents about the lower depth. We scouted for some tin ore down some steps and through a sandy catacomb. There were some strange creatures which resembled a fish, but with legs, and they bore weapons and sinister magics and wore odd shaped armors. We slew all we came across in righteous fury. Kelemvor be praised.

    I pray for you and aunt Jen daily. I am glad that you have decided to leave the city and take to her country home. I do not blame you, after hearing word of the slaughter near the docks last week. With Norwick captured, as well as the home of the right sized folk, the eyes of villany seem set upon The Jewel. Fear not, for there are good men and women of valor who will see to the restoration of all that has been lost as well as the defense of Peltarch.

    All my love,
    Raine