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Message: <blockquote data-quote="sparxmith" data-source="post: 1529866" data-attributes="member: 14838">The Third MissiveIn the night, Mirri was without peer.  She had once saved a prince from the lair of a dragon by simply sneaking in and sneaking out.  The prince was still in his diapers at the time, and was being held for ransom.  When the crown could not afford to pay the Wyrm's price, the Queen had sought Mirri.  This night, she was in the process of stealing back her favorite dagger.  She was stealing it back from the local guard's shack, after it had managed to find it's way into the heart of a local thug who liked to force his way into a virgin's life.  After he'd been tried and released because of large amounts of money changing hands, Mirri had decided that sometimes the God's used other means of justice.After retrieving her dagger, Mirris went to her favorite watering hole.  Upon arrival, she noticed a now familliar face.  She'd been hoping for the next letter from Alumrumthar.  Maybe this supposed Book of Magick would hold the spell to return her to her love, now 700 years deceased.The kindly old elven mage handed her the letter then vanished, as always, with a wink of the eye."Dear Mirri,"Again, I extend my gratitude to you for accepting this quest.  I'm writing today to warn you of the peril you are about to face.  Myth Drannor has become overrun with fiends of the 9 Hells.  The Drow have been bubbling up from the Underdark for years now.  It is even reported that some of the wretched Phaerimm have managed to take up residence in that once noble city."My advice is that you prepare for the absolute worst.  Pitfiends show no mercy, and the drow are forever looking forward to slitting someone's throat.  All that I know, I will gladly share when we meet.  Arm yourself, prepare yourself, and gird yourself for battle."At noon on the Day of Shieldmeet, we shall all gather together at the White Hart Inn in the town of Ashaben Ford.  I shall be wearing the mark of the Coronal.  You will find it at the bottom of this letter so that you may recognize me."We shall all meet.  You and the six other adventurers and myself.  We shall be bound in a Vow of Loyalty, and I will answer any and all questions you may ask.  From there, I will direct you on the objectives."See you then,"Alumrumthar Starym"</blockquote>

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