Enderal:Letters
This page contains all small books with name of 'Letter'.
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| Letter of the Kor | _00E_Ark_NQ_Kor_Letter01 | 0006A168 | 0 | 0.00 |
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Brother Sullyres, 13. Star Summer Night, 6732 a. St. I can hardly believe my luck! It has been four days now since Dryella had her vision of the island. Just a few days before that the hypocrites of the order banned us from the city: our faith would be heresy and sacrilege in the face of the lord. Thanks to Kor's love Dryella, being ashamed, told us about her dream. Isn't it strange? She felt ashamed, even though it was obvious: Kor spoke through her - to guide us the way to our new home. The same day we already departed to find our sanctuary. As expected, the people of Duneville ridiculed us, such an island would be nonexistent. Needless to say, they were wrong- just when a fisherman brought us (against pay, who in the world would do something like that for free?) a few miles from shore, we could see the silhouette of our new home. There she was, lying in the sunset, sand as white as snow, palm trees gently waving in the wind. Insula Koris, Kor's island. I will never forget their startled faces. The island welcomed us with fresh wood, nourishment and perfect weather. Within two days first dwellings had been erected and we began construction of the town hall. Also the magical barrier, which is supposed to protect us from dark forces (and bone crackers), functions as planned; seems like the arcanist was worth its money. Thirteen brothers and sisters are we today - and thirteen we will be when we put ourselves down to the grave and our soul will transition into Kor's infinite love. |
| Second Letter of the Kor | _00E_Ark_NQ_Kor_Letter02 | 0006A1C2 | 0 | 0.00 |
Sister Dryella, 21. Star Summer Night, 6732 a. St. Here I am sitting, quill and paper being the only friends I can share my concerns with. It is the island. Already after the dream I was troubled about these peculiar pictures. Yes, I have seen the island and yes, with its white beaches and fertile soil it seemed like heaven on earth. Nonetheless - there was also something else. Sullyres interpreted my reluctance as timidity, but that is not what it was - it was anxiety. Even later when I told him about it, he did not want to hear of it: He is confident that it was Kor who sent me the vision. "It is our fate to live here until we transition into his realm." But am I the only one who feels it? Who sees it? Something dwells here, and if that is supposed to be Kor's infinite love, then I am the Golden Queen. This whisper in the wind of the palm tree leaves, the burning on my skin when I step into the sunshine. And yes, maybe I am just imagining this, but what about these grotesque faces on the walls? Ragor says it is a simple discoloration of the wood, but am I really the only one who sees faces in it? Anyway, my hands are tied. With every day passing by Sullyres slides further into an almost creepy felicity. He is deeply convinced that we found our purpose. We must leave! We have to leave this place as soon as possible. But at the moment I have no other choice but waiting. Kor's love will guide my way, as it did back then. | |
| Third Letter of the Kor | _00E_Ark_NQ_Kor_Letter03 | 0006A1C3 | 0 | 0.00 | (The bundle of papers appears to be some sort of correspondence of the Kor, who due to their vow of secrecy had to find other ways to communicate. You can distinguish the two dialog partners by their handwriting. The documents are dated to 25th Star Summer Night.)
<p> "Yes, she behaved strangely recently. But don't worry, she needs time to adjust to all this here. You know how much she was attached to Ark." "Maybe so. But what about the things she tells? The whispering, these grotesque faces in her room?" Are you beginning now even so on? These are stains, discolorations, nothing more." <p> "Do you mean this?" "Yes." "...I have to tell you something, Rukas. May I?" "What's that supposed to mean? Of course you may." </p> "The whispering... I ... I can hear it, too. And this heat-" (The script is cut off at this point) </p> "Deyna ... We are safe here. Sullyres says so and I feel like him. This island is Kor's gift and we will stay here until then. Just trust me. You know that I would never let anything happen to you." | |
| Fourth Letter of the Kor | _00E_Ark_NQ_Kor_Letter04 | 0006A1C4 | 0 | 0.00 |
<p align="center"> Sister Korrie, 23th of the Great Flood, 6733 a. St. </p> <p> This morning, Dryella had an attack. Right in the middle of the prayer in the parish hall, she started to scream and to strike out wildly, and it needed three of us to calm her down. Even after we managed to calm her down, she did not stop screaming - something about "corpse grimaces". She must have referred to the faces she sees in the walls. Sullyres had her brought to the parish hall and gave her a potion made from dawn flower juice to sedate her. As a matter of fact, her attack was not the bad thing. It was Sullyres' and the other men's half-heartedness in carrying on after they had brought Dryella to her cabin - as if nothing had happened. To them it seems to be awfully simple to shrug off her state as delusion. I cannot. And, which is even worse, I know what she is talking about. For a long time I talked myself into believing that it is just my imagination, but this is not the case. The whispering, it is there and a shroud of certainty that something "is wrong" lays upon everything. I feel like a child to whose father gave it a lifelike wax figure from which he tries it to convince to be its friend. No matter how skillful it was crafted and how immaculate the skin seems to be - in the end it is dead. And was right from the beginning. | |
| Fifth Letter of the Kor | _00E_Ark_NQ_Kor_Letter05 | 0006A1C5 | 0 | 0.00 | (Once again you find a correspondence. You recognize the handwriting - it is from Rukas and sister Deyna)
<p> "I have to talk to you, Rukas." </p> "What is it? I'm occupied." <p> "Rukas, I... I cannot stand it any longer. All this here, it... it is too much." "... It is about Sullyres, isn't it? What did he do today?" "He hurt her, damn it! He hit her with a slam in the face!" "She deserves it." "... What?" "She deserves it! Didn't you hear what she was about to do? She wanted to betray us, Deyna, betray us!" "This is just not true! She wanted to go because she feels bad. And she said she wanted to come back again!" "Which she did not intend to do. And even if so, she is not allowed to go. This, Deyna, is our home. Kor led us here and leaving the island would mean to spit on his love! Actually, this twat should count herself lucky that Sullyres left it for a few hits!" "... How can you write something like that?" "What? Twat? It's pretty simple, you see? We should tattoo it onto her forehead and maybe the next time she thinks an arm's length farther before trampling our believe under foot in such manner." "What is it? Are you reduced to silence?" "You're scaring me, Rukas." "Do I? Maybe better so. We surely don't that you get into mischief like Korrie, do we?" "This island is a gift, Deyna. Kor led us her, that we can live a life far away from the claws of the demiurge. And now you better act on my advice and shout your heretical yap. I do not want to be forced to use means like Sullyres but believe me - I will do if necessary." <p> | |
| Sixth Letter of the Kor | _00E_Ark_NQ_Kor_Letter06 | 0006A1C6 | 0 | 0.00 | (Once more you find a correspondence. This time the handwriting points to sister Deyna and sister Korrie)
<p align="center"> 21st dawn, 6735 a. St. </p> <p> "This is madness, Korrie. You cannot do that." "I can. And you'll come with me." "... What, if they catch us? You know what he did to you last time." "If they catch us, they will kill us. But they would do that anyway, sooner or later." "What?" "Don't act the fool, damn it! I know that you feel like Dryella and me. And if we do not act now, they lock us like her." "But... Rukas." "RUKAS is not Rukas anymore. And I don't think that you need me to tell you. Or do you really want to tell me that you just fell down the stairs? Lying never was one of your assets, Deyna." (Dried tears have washed out the following lines of Deyna's shaky writing.) "He... a good person... damned, damn...not simply leav....!" "You do not leave him, he left you." "Tonight, one hour after the parish prayer. Rugar's eye see worse than a senile Leor and he won't notice. We'll take one of the boats." | |
| Seventh Letter of the Kor | _00E_Ark_NQ_Kor_Letter07 | 0006A1C7 | 0 | 0.00 |
<p align="center"> Brother Sullyres, 26th of Dawn, 6735 a. St. Lord, The sun is crimson on evening sky and the roar of the surf is peaceful ... What an august view. One last gift from you, before we eventually may receive your endless love. Today, Rukas came back from Duneville and brought the potions as well as everything we need for the great feast. The others prepare the great feast since yesterday's evening. Oh how it smells ... a real blessing. After that, all will be done as you wish. And yes, that what happened last week fills me with sorrow, just like you. But you said yourself: Your way is the way of love and the one of the Demiurge is hatred. Korrie and Deyna chose the Demiurge because their faith in you was too weak. Therefore, they paid the price. We, on the other hand, your true disciples, know about your endless mercy in which you led us here. We are your children and your love cuts across us from head to toes, flows in our blood and sleeps within our bone marrow. The day of advancement has come. | |
| Mysterious Letter | _00E_CQJ02_Letter01_Female | 0013C94C | 0 | 0.00 |
<p align="center"> My fair lady, even though l suppose your holy duties as a holy Keeper take up most of your time, I thought it would be a pity if we wouldn't at least get the chance to make to toast to our past adventure. Should you find the time, please meet me at the old watchtower at the Southern gate of Ark. Cordially, Jespar </p> | |
| Mysterious Letter | _00E_CQJ02_Letter01_Male | 0013C94B | 0 | 0.00 |
<p align="center"> My friend, even though l suppose your holy duties as a holy Keeper take up most of your time, I thought it would be a pity if we wouldn't at least get the chance to make to toast to our past adventure. Should you find the time, please meet me at the old watchtower at the Southern gate of Ark. Cordially, Jespar </p> | |
| Mysterious Letter | _00E_CQJ02_Letter02_Female | 0013C94E | 0 | 0.00 |
<p align="center"> My fair lady, Congratulations for passing the trial! You already know how I feel about the Redcloaks and their, let's say, "superior attitude", but still, it would rob me of my sleep to know that I didn't congratulate you in person. Should your holy duties allow it, meet me at the old watchtower at the Southern gate of Ark. Cordially, Jespar </p> | |
| Mysterious Letter | _00E_CQJ02_Letter02_Male | 0013C94D | 0 | 0.00 |
<p align="center"> My friend, Congratulations for passing the trial! You already know how I feel about the Redcloaks and their, let's say, "superior attitude", but still, it would rob me of my sleep to know that I didn't congratulate you in person. Should your holy duties allow it, meet me at the old watchtower at the Southern gate of Ark. Cordially, Jespar </p> | |
| Letter of a Man Dying of Thirst | _00E_LostNoblemansDiary_01 | 0013F5A6 | 4 | 1.00 |
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<p>I am safe. </p> <p>Or at least, this is what I would like to believe. Then again, anything is better than the scorching sun outside really. In a sad way, it is amusing to see myself lying here like this, ragged clothes, swollen feet and covered in heat blisters. Me, the grand explorer who wanted to show these smug high borns that he was destined for something greater.</p> I will not delude myself - I will not escape this hell alive. I will not survive another day out there. If it's not the Bonerippers or Lost Ones taking my life, the sun surely will.</p> <p>The sun, eternal source of life ... but the way it can kill you when there is no shelter. </p> <p>The irony. </p> <p>It's all a matter of judgement. </p> </p> |
| Letter of a Man Dying of Thirst | _00E_LostNoblemansDiary_02 | 0013F5A7 | 4 | 1.00 |
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How many days has it been since I've gotten here? Two? Five? Twenty? I do not know, but it also does not matter. The only reason I am still alive is the stone. I found it on the first day here. I crawled on the sand floor like an insect, my fingers nothing more than dried branches that searched every crack, every wall, every carcass for something edible. But the worst thing was the thirst. And then, I found it - the stone. Like an icicle, it hung from the ceiling and with rhythmic monotony it oozed what I desired more than anything else in my life at that moment: water. Drop after drop. I do not know where this water is coming from, but when the wetness dabbles my lips I truly feel like the gods themselves are kissing me. The stone is the anchor that stops this wreck that is my body to go down. But the stone is drying out. It always stops at the same hour - I cannot tell which hour, but I presume it is at night - the stream of life dries out for a time that seems like an eternity to me. And then it starts again as if nothing has ever happened. Nonetheless, I have noticed something rather peculiar: Every time the stone is dripping and alleviates the burning in my throat, thoughts are starting to come to my mind in growing numbers. Thoughts of fleeing this place, thoughts of rescue, thoughts of setting foot in Ark, thoughts of laughing at my youthful folly that drove me to start this journey together with my brother. Peculiar, is it not? During night, when the stone is resting, I feel nothing but the longing for water. I would give all of my worldly possessions, my left hand, even all of my dream in exchange for water. While the stone is dripping, this longing fades into the background and the longing for my old self, my old dreams start to surface again. It's all a matter of judgement. |
| Letter of a Man Dying of Thirst | _00E_LostNoblemansDiary_03 | 0013F5A8 | 4 | 1.00 |
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An eternity has passed. My beard is reaching well down to my chest and two fingers are enough to enfold my upper arms. There is no rescue in sight and what little food this cave can provide is far from enough to give me the strength for an attempt of leaving the place and reach for the surface. The stone, however, continues to drip. It's the same spiel over and over. During night: burning thirst, yearning for water. During day: doubt, fears, hope. The more time I spend in this stasis, this alternation, the more questions obtrude: Where would I be if I had never had water in the first place? Where would we be? Hope, dreams, fears, and doubt: they all would be possible if we all had a stone like this. Hunger and thirst reduce us to our most basic selfs and let everything else pale in comparison. So what does this mean for life, I ask myself. Is it not our judgement that let's us see the situations we happen to be in as unfortunate? I do not know. What I know is, that I will stop drinking. It's all a matter of judgement. |
| Letter | _00E_MQ07a_OldManLetter | 00025860 | 0 | 0.00 |
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My dear friend,
it is such a delight to hear from you again. I don't wish to lie to you - but my hopes are limited. At first the changes in Nehrim seemed so promising, but now everything is back at its old pace. I am concerned for you too, dear friend. I value you as a man of strong character, but your last letter kept me worrying. Don't forget what led to my ruin back then. Pride was my fall. Don't let my mistake be the same as yours. In brotherly love, Gajus |
| Letter | _00E_MQ11a_DalGalarFinalLetter | 00036743 | 0 | 0.00 |
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Beloved Taniysha, I would be lying if I said that your last letter didn't hurt me. Is the talk of stable-lads and tomfoolish villagers really more important to you than mine? Maya is doing well. Believe me, I wouldn't write it if it weren't so. Yes, she is still weak and cannot stay on her legs longer than a few hours, before the exhaustion gets to her - but things are looking up. Furthermore, I was able to test the new elixir sufficiently enough to treat her with it in a good conscience. It will help her to regain new strength, Taniysha, and I ensure you, you will hardly be able to recognize her afterwards. So, for the last time I ask you: Trust me and be patient. You know, I would do anything for you and for her. Anything. In love, Samael |
| Letter | _00E_MQ11a_SC19_TaniyshaLetter | 000EA90F | 0 | 0.00 |
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Taniysha,
I cannot find words to describe how happy each of your letters make me feel. It is as if the warmth of your fingers would still be attached to them. But do not let me waste time and answer your question: Our little one is getting better and better. The cool climate is doing her very well, and just a few days after our arrival here she already awoke from her coma. Her cheeks are becoming rosier every day, her breath more powerful. I am sure that during the next Star Summer's Night you will be able to enfold her in your arms. Furthermore you wanted to know when you can move here. Heavy-heartedly I have to stave you off another few moons. Your presence here would put Maya's healing into danger, I beg you not to ask for the "why". - Believe me, the distance between us hurts me just as much as it hurts you. Miljan told me that he paid for the "Leoran" in Ark a whole year accommodation and meals for you. I will write you soon! In love, Samael |
| Letter | _00E_NoteLetterCarelessAdventurerSet | 000378FA | 0 | 0.00 | (Many parts of the letter are covered with blood, some parts are still readable. The following passage stikes you as interesting:)
... then we do it like this: I will go to the old tollstation in the Heartland, and you will search together with Hektor for this old grave mound at the Sun Coast. Don't forget what the old man told us - it may be a ruin, but with this Red Madness everybody keeps talking about right now, we should be prepared to bash in one or more heads. So - we shall meet again in the Nomad in Ark. Crazy, if there's truth in the rumor, we are rich! They say, this strange geezer is paying enough for all armor pieces, that you can spend decades, and each day with another girl at the Silver Cloud! Or in your case with another guy. This will be our big thing, old man, I tell you! | |
| Scribbled Letter | _00E_NoteLetterDreiflusswacht | 000D166C | 0 | 0.00 |
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| Letter | _00E_NoteSullevanPoem | 00025C2F | 0 | 0.00 |
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Rain pours down <p>
Like the tears of a thousand widows after the war <p> Leaving the bittersweet taste of guilt<p> My hands are bound, my mouth is silent<p> So much promised<p> So much screamed<p> But a blade of grass cannot keep a tree from its fall<p> Foolish is he, who wishes for what was granted to me.<p> Everything comes to its end, only a black light of hope remains.<p> |
| Letter to the KilÃan emissary | _00E_NQ_G_04_LetterForDijaam | 00139DB7 | 0 | 0.10 |
The Golden Sickle wishes to formally invite you to an evening meal. As we understand, you just recently arrived in Ark and might not have been able to settle your business just yet, so we decided to generously align the appointment with your timeframe. You can hand over your reply to the courier that delivered this message, alternatively you are very welcome to visit the house of the Golden Sickle to personally inform us of your approval. Maél Dal'Toran, Grandmaster of the Golden Sickle | |
| Sealed Letter | _00E_NQ_G_06_LetterFromDijaam_F | 0013CFBE | 0 | 0.00 |
Mydame, I regret the way our last meeting ended, and I would like to discuss our further proceeding. Meet me in the "False Dog" in the Undercity, I will await you there. Greetings Dijaam | |
| Sealed Letter | _00E_NQ_G_06_LetterFromDijaam_M | 0013CFBD | 0 | 0.00 |
Mysir, I regret the way our last meeting ended, and I would like to discuss our further proceeding. Meet me in the "False Dog" in the Undercity, I will await you there. Greetings Dijaam | |
| Letter from the Mysterious Pouch | _00E_NQ_G_07_NoteGoToTheater | 0013F733 | 0 | 0.10 |
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| Letter from Commander Leora Eren | _00E_NQ_G_07Mael_LetterLeora | 0013F70F | 0 | 0.00 | Who stole the lion? Find it out! At ...
"Perpetuum" - Theatre on the Malphasalley Come alone and witness a performance you will never forget - break the silence and the curtain remains shut. PS: Your attire will be enraged, but not your life: Follow the canal way from the main hall of the prison for less guards. You will find a switch in the prison halls, which opens the way for you. | |
| Letter | _00E_NQ_G07Dijaam_FenceNote | 00042884 | 0 | 0.00 |
Good news - I got rid of that thing quicker than I thought. The guy hasn't even tried to negotiate, that's why I grabbed some extra coin. I'll keep the money myself, but I left you something from my collection - it's a really good piece I got from some Arazealean. Have fun with it. - A friend | |
| Letter | _00E_NQ_G07Dijaam_GoodbyeNote | 0003C57B | 0 | 0.00 |
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I am sorry. Thank you for everything. D. |
| Letter | _00E_NQ16Notiz | 001278C3 | 0 | 0.00 |
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Moron! |
| Andrasta's Letter to Erica | _00E_NQ17_AndrastaLetterForErika | 00036751 | 0 | 0.00 | <p align="center">Hereby I grant my daughter Erika Boldblood, until further notice, full access to the lockbox at "Silren and Friends", Ark. However, any money transfer still needs to be documented and shall be delivered every moon by a courier to my residence in the Gloomy Valley.
Andrasta Boldblood | |
| Letter from Max Niceblood | _00E_NQ18MaxNotiz02 | 0012E19D | 0 | 0.10 | Dear friend,
I observed you looking for me, at the barn close to Ark. I know, that my cover on Enderal has been blown and I already distanced myself to Qyra. This Boddenbruuk is hunting me, since I refused to share the bed with her. She looked through my faked death. Trying the same trick again appears futile to me. As a compensation for your troubles I left the content of this casket. Leave it at that, you will not find me. Maybe we will see each other again in a new adventure of yours. Max Niceblood | |
| Letter | _00E_NQ21_Brief | 0014DDE9 | 0 | 0.10 | Kabar,
as soon as possible at the corpse pit. No weapons, no stupid ideas. | |
| Anonymous Letter | _00E_NQ27_Letter | 0014952C | 0 | 0.10 |
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I am aware, what I request of you. But believe me - if I ever was really serious about anything in my life, then it is now. The old coastal village, two hours before midnight. Alone. |
| Left behind letter of Mynias | _00E_NQ40_Page01 | 001518A7 | 0 | 0.00 |
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Thank you for your last letter. Believe me, I know the risks - but still, I have to try. Look at what has become of our family: We are a shadow of what we once were - and the heirloom is the only thing that is left from that time. I will not let it end up in the mouth of a Bone Ripper or in the hands of a grave robber.
Never has anyone in my family dared this step. But now I am the last of our kind, and I am without children. You can rest assured that I have security measures in place - three mercenaries, all of them armed to the teeth. According to the Keeper from Ark the heirloom is guarded in the ruin of a temple of the Dylgar named "Old Soltyris". It is located in the northeastern Powder Desert, near the Powder Mines. They say you have to solve three tasks to get in last chamber. The Order is planning an excavation there soon (supposedly they are dealing with this mental illness - I'm not sure how it can be of help to search Pyrean ruins?), but the doors are still sealed. That's why it is important that I go there immediately. I'll call you as soon as there are news. I leave a second key, in case you want to meet me there. Mynias |
| Letter | _00E_Ostwindturm | 0002326C | 0 | 0.10 |
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Muldor,
we need you here. Come down from your snowy hill already! |
| Letter from Leandra | _00E_PulverklippeLeandrasNote | 000211FF | 0 | 0.00 |
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You are a miserable wimp. Now you've finally done it. They even preferred your little brother to you. It is time for me, to finally find a proper mate, one who stands his ground and doesn't drown his moods with your red juice. |
| Letter | _00E_Suncoast_YoungGuardLetter | 00095129 | 0 | 0.00 |
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Dunwar, I appreciate your concern, but - like always - I think, that you are worrying too much. Grandmaster Arantheal himself approved the mission, and don't forget that two keepers of the second signet are accompanying us. Besides, this is a good opportunity to impress the masters. Lambert, the only novice who was willing to accompany the infamous, cranky master Besara (alias the "broom") to an "expedition". Hearing it like that you forget, that we merely have to dust off some Pyrean urns at the suncoast. Anyway, how are you? I'm betting you are thinking of nothing else but the examination. What a shame, that Bartarr really allowed this devil woman instead of Clarah. But well, we all know, that his path-abiding is limited to the daily walk to the liquor merchant. I am with you in my thoughts - if you can't pass this examination, who else? Your friend Lambert |
| Letter | _00E_ThunderFrostNote02 | 0006A8A9 | 0 | 0.10 |
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8th of The Fundament, 6136 a. St. My dear fellow Severikk, I am writing to you a few last words. The Path might separate us two, so that we don't have the opportunity for a conversation. I see you afar, when I look down the flow. I moved into a room in the tower of Quellwacht. I see green fog rolling in the valley. I know that you will hold Goldenforst to the last man. Therefore I give thanks to you. And believe me, I would rather be down there then in this dizzy heights. The smell of insanity crawls through every chink. How friendly these valleys seemed to be back then! When we, in a process of emergence, wanted to gift the inhospitable east to the people in the name of our holy lord - how ecstatic we were by this coarse beauty. And didn't we put in a little bit of elbow grease in good spirits, building stone by stone, first Goldenforst, then Wellwatch and finally building the mighty Thalgard to the skies? How gloomy it appears to me, here where the sun comes late and goes early, and where I see darkness approaching. Didn't we want to see, were we blind? What did Dal'Marak do?! It doesn't matter anymore, Thalgard fall into darkness, and we will follow soon. We won't leave the Goldenforst anymore. The Shadow Pass will be overrun, and it won't be long, until these beasts will burst through the gate into this valley. I didn't get a message by Hail Malphas City for two days - I assume the worst. Nobody might manage to keep behind the mountain passes, because the path is closed by the ice of winter. Yet the cannon beats still din to us from Thalgard, but the rotten winds already blow down our strong castellation - how sparse they avail us now! Two, maybe three days left.. Awful guises were seen, bloated and insane... I executed the command to demolish Quellwacht, if we should get overrun. For us, dear Severikk, this means to stay here, until our way ends. Tomorrow I will let bring canons, powder and munitions down, as much as I can do without. Stay strong, I think of you. I'm saying farewell, Severikk. Path-abiding until the end. Your good, loving friend, Vikko Ironpuncher
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