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Message: <blockquote data-quote="PHDungeon" data-source="post: 4998104" data-attributes="member: 86320">This letter is from the perspective of Darren Androsax (the fighter). It is a letter to his older brother Corvin.Dear Corvin,You are probably out looking for us, big brother – but we are safe. I am writing from an inn in a northern town far from Grimsburg. Outside my window, the sun has just risen and set fire to the tar of night. The ice is falling away as the river crests the cliff above town. That’s right – we entered the vale. I know you wanted to take it slow – research this, secure that – but we are heroes! We killed some flagon Orcs!Let me explain – well, I guess I got a lot of explaining to do. When mother said those things to Deryl, and the explosion happened ... well, I just bundled her up and headed to Starke. I had to get her out of Grimsburg, you understand? When Deryl resurfaced she was so worried about what had happened. I made up something then – and maybe it was stupid – but I said that maybe mother and father simply disappeared in the dark conflagration and we had to run away.I found Belladonna pretty quickly – Starke’s woman, the cinder-hot one who smells of machine oil – and she agreed to accompany us up north in search of Crumm’s killer. So we set out on our first adventure.I know you are always saying we are too young – but I have gotten good with my blades and Deryl is getting more control over her dark gift by the day. You remember how great grandfather Doriolanus lied about his age to fight in the Bloodspear War? Well, maybe we are just carrying on the family tradition. You would be proud of us, I bet – we hooked up with some priests of Thor – tough, mystic men, not like those snivelling sycophants of Rao. The older one Bjorn is cool as ice – he even carved Thor’s symbol into a shrine to Rao’s saints! Torvinn, the younger one is more frosty and quiet. Makes me feel like he’s hiding something. Deryl thinks he’s alright, and I suppose he is – as long as he stays indifferent to Deryl’s big blinking eyes.So I looked around the town we reached – and no sign of the Androsax crest so far. There are still some ruins I have to look through though. Oh, and the local ruler is named Markelhay. See if you can dig some dirt on his family in the archives. I have been pretty quiet about our royal name so far – you would be proud. Your little brother has become quite silent and suave. I’m sure our new friends think I’m at least twenty-five!Anyway – the Orcs. Basically, they raided a dwarven caravan full of ale, and we joined a ranger to attack them at a ruined monastery. Deryl insisted she come along, and I didn’t want an arcane tantrum in front of the others, so ... well, it turned out anvil in the end. Deryl and I crept up the side of a cliff – easy stuff with our gear, and while she hid, I dropped on a mother-flagon orc chief. You should of seen it – it was dawn, our breath was white in the stillness, and I distracted the chief in my best Skanzi. I leapt, like Dorialanus did, and sliced him a good one. He got me too – you should see the scar! – and Bella had to finish the job with that crazy clockwork crossbow of hers before I got back in the fight. Bjorn and Torfinn are like Thor’s lightning and thunder – I hope they stick with us some more!Anyway, I’m rambling again but I really wanted to say – we are doing great. And sorry, too – after what Deryl did, I had no choice. Hopefully her memory never recovers. And don’t come looking for us – we are grown up now. To show you, I am sending some gold we earned – for the funeral and repairs. Derre</blockquote>

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