Creamsteak
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A letter is delivered to 30 different individuals. These letters are all identical, but meant to provoke action in every person. Each letter is accompanied by a silver ring, of mediocre quality. The signet is that of the council master of Allimon.
The letters were delivered, not based on intentions, but on capability. Each notice written on a dark-metalic carapace, written in radiating violet blood. The notes, while dark and exotic, are easy for individuals such as those that recieved them to recognize the materials. These letters were made with the hide and blood of a Night-Troll, also called the devil-race. These individuals also have the resources to deduce that information which is already engraved into the note, the fact that the death of one of these creatures marks the existence of divine power.
Night trolls, as very few know, are immortal and extremely resiliant. They possess divine energy, a spark as it were, that can be used to gain rank as a god. The number of trolls is unknown, but at least 5 different demi-gods have gained their power by besting one of these elusive and unpresedentedly difficult creatures. They serve a specific purpose, guarding the ruins around the Trollforge. This place, concidered vile and holy by different individuals, is the physical resetting device for the entire continent. Hundreds of thousands of miles of caverns and tunnels, some seperated entirely from others. Most of these dungeons are miles underground, while the only surface entrances exist near the colorless tundra known as the Troll-fells.
The letter is as follows (Infernal),
Sirrah,
Mortality is a trait that causes pain for us all. My pain, and yours is the same. The sacrifice of one's pain to heal anothers is noble, is it not? The firmuge of decadant peoples have revealed to me that the only solution is for one to sacrifice the few strong people to protect the many weak people. You do agree with me, no? No, it is irrelevant what your opinion is. Whether you want to take power for yourself, to help others, or to prevent someone else from taking it is irrelevant to me. I simply want to see your blood shed so that the world will no-longer be so painful a place. It is your very taint that makes me want your death. You have power, greater than armies, and yet nomatter how much good you do, there is evil. No matter how much wickedness and genocide you commit, there is still pain for those that live. You are innefficient.
Do not understand? Suffering then. Do you know the implications of the Devil-kind? Did you know that they existed before us, and will exist after us? They control the clockwork monstrosity that has the power to reset this very world when they deem we have bled enough. They need not do anything themselves, they simply wait, patiently, for us to reach some point. I have defeated one, I being the forgotten son of Will Knights, Rich. You may think my name means nothing, I am hundreds of years older than you, afterall. Thousands possibly, I've been locked down here for a millenium. I, however, have found that my undulating will cannot accept the gift bestowed by the defeat of these half-gods. As it is, they will soon come down on me and murder my body and spirit an infinite number of times. I have concealed this 'shard' of metal that is their heart. I concealed it from their findings, and they will hunt it relentlessly. I request it of some mortal to find this fragment. It is deep within the forge, I have only detailed the general location, for unknownst to most, the forge shifts constantly in shape and form. Where the shard lies now could move accross the continent by the time this letter reaches you.
Servants of the Devilikind flood this horrid place. Please, I have designated this letter with a wish spell, that it be delivered to the most powerful mortals on the continent. I do not know what will be brought of this, but my death is imminent. If you take this letter to heart, come to the forge, take the spark, and flee. One day the mortals must redeem this hole, but it is still overwhelming to all. Be fleet, for if I had not known when to run, I would have died a thousand times over. I know this, I've died enough as it is. Protect yourselves, please, I hope you understand.
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A map in a scrollcase is included with this letter, it shows the location, albeit known to you already, of one of the entrances to the Trollforge, and the original location of the divine spark-shard of the Night Troll.
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