Fradak
Explorer
Flamerule 1, Year of the Warrior Princess - Camp Vengeance, Chult
High Lord Doom Indraeyan,
Unfortunately, the Soulmonger was not the sole evil artefact present on this peninsula. Our path led us to Artus Cimber and his cursed ring. Its corrupting power created dissension among our little group, playing us off on each other. The influence of the ring was a fierce adversary but we finally overcame this obstacle, together. I hope the wounds are fully healed, time will tell.
Drifting on this infested river, we leaved what was once called Camp Righteous, exhausted physically and mentally. Only to find a falter company trying to survive mad monkey fever and other infections. By Kelemvor's grace, we found Perne Salhana, Alister Bol's squire. Returning to civilization was already in our mind but our happiness was short-lived as Commander Breakbone asked for our help.
Alistair Bol's mission was a dead end, my Lord. The Soulmonger is still far beyond our reach but exploring lost ruins, if nothing else, could only bring us closer.
Doubt ends where Faith begins.
I pray for you, My High Lord Doom, and may The Judge enlighten me along the path.
Chrysagon of Mir, your faithful Iron Brother.
High Lord Doom Indraeyan,
Unfortunately, the Soulmonger was not the sole evil artefact present on this peninsula. Our path led us to Artus Cimber and his cursed ring. Its corrupting power created dissension among our little group, playing us off on each other. The influence of the ring was a fierce adversary but we finally overcame this obstacle, together. I hope the wounds are fully healed, time will tell.
Drifting on this infested river, we leaved what was once called Camp Righteous, exhausted physically and mentally. Only to find a falter company trying to survive mad monkey fever and other infections. By Kelemvor's grace, we found Perne Salhana, Alister Bol's squire. Returning to civilization was already in our mind but our happiness was short-lived as Commander Breakbone asked for our help.
Alistair Bol's mission was a dead end, my Lord. The Soulmonger is still far beyond our reach but exploring lost ruins, if nothing else, could only bring us closer.
Doubt ends where Faith begins.
I pray for you, My High Lord Doom, and may The Judge enlighten me along the path.
Chrysagon of Mir, your faithful Iron Brother.
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