Written by Sergey
11 Uktar 1489 DR
My dear Sister,
I write you, not knowing when I shall be able to hire a courier to carry this letter to our homeland. But, I am hopeful that it will reach you in good time. I apologize that it’s been so long since last I wrote. I’ve been on the road for some time and the journey hasn’t been without perilous event. One such occurrence happened yesterday, so I shall relate the tale.
Yesterday was the tenth day of travel on our trek North toward Waterdeep. My companions and I rose to find our friend, Shinokage, had disappeared. In her place, we found a note indicating that she’d left in the night to investigate some lead she’d heard about off the road. If she wasn’t back by morning, something had gone wrong. Seeing that she hadn’t returned, we set out to find her.
We walked for a time in the direction that she’d indicated and came upon a ruined mill of some kind. The others seemed to think it had been a temple instead, but it certainly looked “millish” to me. But what do I know about farming?
In any case, the place was a right ruin and anyone could see it’d been abandoned for a long while. After a bit of searching, we’d found no sign of Shino (no surprise there, sneaky bugger) but we DID find an old stairway leading down. We climbed down and saw that the whole cellar had been used as a crypt. This must’ve been quite a
wealthy miller because his whole family were buried in seven great stone sarcophagi.
We searched around a bit and that mad little gnome (not the shape-shifter, the other one) climbed up on top of one to have a look. Ever the showoff, he tried to jump from one to the next and landed hard, knocking a lid loose and waking the gods-damned miller! He and his whole family came crashing out of their coffins!
Thinking quickly, the OTHER mad gnome conjured up some thorns out of the bare stone and I called upon Bahamut to help me drive these unliving horrors away. Actually, for a change we ALL seemed to work well together. We’re really pulling together as a team, no doubt due to my resolute leadership. Well, all except for that elf. I’m honestly not ENTIRELY sure that she wasn’t helping the undead along. Honestly, it seemed like every time she attacked she either missed them or actually made them stronger. If I genuinely thought she was evil, I’d not be travelling with her, but she’s certainly…off.
Anyway, we were able to smite the creatures in fairly short order and then discovered a gigantic hole in the wall cunningly hidden behind a thin curtain. Passing through this we entered a natural cave and immediately saw our friend and another figure tied up on the floor. We’d barely entered the cave when another undead horror, no doubt a powerful arch-lich appeared. He prattled on for a bit about us disturbing his rest as these bastards are wont to do. Then he raised some skeletons.
I hate to admit this, but things got a bit…grim…there for a moment. The uber-lich seemed to shrug off even my most devastating hammer blows and it sent some sort of wispy, ghosty thingy that hit me very hard. I found myself unable to move or act in any way. The others weren’t faring any better as the skeletons and their sire knocked down both Elys and that shifty fellow.
Thankfully, the madder of the two gnomes was able to revive his cousin, who in turn helped the wizard. The tide finally turned as Elys and Nam used their magic to defeat the looming demigod of the undead. Oh, and the shifter turned into some kind of big lizard, but gods only know to what end.
We were able to free our friend and the other prisoner. After a VERY thorough search of the cave, we found a hidden treasure hoard and emptied it. We were able to rejoin the caravan not too far along the road and I’ve only just now found time to write.
Ah well, I suppose that’s enough for one letter. Although I know he won’t care to hear it, please give my love to Father. And, of course, to your children. With Bahamut’s help, I hope to complete this undertaking and make my way home someday.
With all my affection,