The personal Correspondence of Rathalan Whitsword
Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2009 3:00 pm
((The following are copies of letters sent IC over the course of the time I've played Rath. The first was sent in April, 2008 and progress from there))
Scribed this Eighteenth day of Marpenoth, Year 1373 in the Dale Reckoning
Adept Rathalan Whitsword takes pen to parchment to bring word and seek counsel of the most dutiful Reverend Watcher of the Great Guardian Helm, Dogdran Kullthort IV, House Invincible, Silverymoon.
Reverend Watcher,
I thank you most dearly for the opportunity given me to serve in the village of Rivermoot. I can confirm for you that the threats to the hamlet which you had suspected are indeed confirmed. Each day villagers die from attacks by all the lesser goblinkin and orcs. The walking dead also, for reasons unknown to me, defile all the crypts of repose about the town. The village is sorely pressed. I wish that I could report these threats repelled but alas, I cannot. I do, of course, remain diligent in my efforts to see such external hazards eliminated.
Goblinkin and the walking dead however, Reverend Reverend Watcher, are not the primary purpose of this communiqué. An even greater evil threatens this village. An evil that seeks a beachhead of profanity in Rivermoot from which it can spread throughout the Silver Marches has risen up in this place. I speak of the Black Hand of Bane. Woeful it is but true.
A preist of the Tyrant, along with a sizable phalanx of followers has placed itself strongly within the village, seeking to make itself the authority here. Already a dark pall of fear has been cast over the populace.
In my efforts to stand at the vanguard against the threat I have but a few allies. A Lady of the Red Knight and her War Priest stand out as the staunchest. I fear, however, that our numbers are, despite our greatest vigilance, insufficient to break hold of the destructive grip that now constricts Rivermoot. A holy warrior of Torm was cut down within the city walls, and I myself am marked for death.
The Lady Knight has sent word to her comrades to seek relief in troops. With this letter I hope to also beseech the Holy House for both aid and counsel. Here in this small village I stand watching a gathering storm of evil that if not dutiful prepared for will sweep over these lands with a tempest of tyranny. Reverend Watcher, aid me with your wisdom in this regard, for I sorely need it to fulfill the duty that calls me.
I await your reply with diligent prayer.
Yours in Duty and Vigilance,
Adept Rathalan Whitsword
Scribed this Eighteenth day of Marpenoth, Year 1373 in the Dale Reckoning
Adept Rathalan Whitsword takes pen to parchment to bring word and seek counsel of the most dutiful Reverend Watcher of the Great Guardian Helm, Dogdran Kullthort IV, House Invincible, Silverymoon.
Reverend Watcher,
I thank you most dearly for the opportunity given me to serve in the village of Rivermoot. I can confirm for you that the threats to the hamlet which you had suspected are indeed confirmed. Each day villagers die from attacks by all the lesser goblinkin and orcs. The walking dead also, for reasons unknown to me, defile all the crypts of repose about the town. The village is sorely pressed. I wish that I could report these threats repelled but alas, I cannot. I do, of course, remain diligent in my efforts to see such external hazards eliminated.
Goblinkin and the walking dead however, Reverend Reverend Watcher, are not the primary purpose of this communiqué. An even greater evil threatens this village. An evil that seeks a beachhead of profanity in Rivermoot from which it can spread throughout the Silver Marches has risen up in this place. I speak of the Black Hand of Bane. Woeful it is but true.
A preist of the Tyrant, along with a sizable phalanx of followers has placed itself strongly within the village, seeking to make itself the authority here. Already a dark pall of fear has been cast over the populace.
In my efforts to stand at the vanguard against the threat I have but a few allies. A Lady of the Red Knight and her War Priest stand out as the staunchest. I fear, however, that our numbers are, despite our greatest vigilance, insufficient to break hold of the destructive grip that now constricts Rivermoot. A holy warrior of Torm was cut down within the city walls, and I myself am marked for death.
The Lady Knight has sent word to her comrades to seek relief in troops. With this letter I hope to also beseech the Holy House for both aid and counsel. Here in this small village I stand watching a gathering storm of evil that if not dutiful prepared for will sweep over these lands with a tempest of tyranny. Reverend Watcher, aid me with your wisdom in this regard, for I sorely need it to fulfill the duty that calls me.
I await your reply with diligent prayer.
Yours in Duty and Vigilance,
Adept Rathalan Whitsword
...Dergon you have a real gift, my freind...more, more!