| Subject: A letter to Linea Silversurge of Kyrdanna |
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Feyr Silversurge
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Date Posted: 00:57:52 11/18/02 Mon
Greetings mother,
I have not heard back from you in some time and fear my last few letters have not gotten through. I have survived the quake, if news of that has reached you. It is what followed that has me troubled deeply.
Many have come up missing and not just people, but animals. We thought they were driven off by the quake, fled to safety, but a report of a missing person brought us to search the crypts. I fear what the quake unearthed was something terribly dangerous. Worse, we may have awakened it.
The caves were littered with bodies - many we had thought fled. Dead. Eaten. Tortured. Such horrors I had not seen since cleaning up after The Siege. One of our searchers was ordered to retrieve the body for a proper Adrahilian burial - a noble and sizeable task. The knights had set out to face the encroaching forces of Yurissa, backed by the militia. There were few for the task, and I had to assist.
What evil lurked in that fetid place seemed fit to make the dead restless. That is to say, they rose and were quite vicious in temperment! Whether the spirits of the deceased are vengeful for their disgraceful rites, or whether they are animated by more dreadful magics, I do not know. I do not wish to know.
Our enterprise was disrupted by the rising dead. We attempted to set up barriars where they may encroach upon the town. The exits from that infernal tomb were many and, though we scrambled to find all the exits, we were too slow.
While we caught most of those nearest to town, south of it, in the farmlands, we did not arrive in time. The usually lush fields had bore a different harvest: the dead.
There was an army of them, all clad in armor and brandishing weapons. They were an army indeed. Our army. Not even hours after leaving Bridalveil to meet Yurissa's forces, they had been slain to a man.
Worse, we were forced to cut our way through them for our very survival. I know they were not our friends, but it was beyond difficult to look upon their decaying visages, the empty eye sockets where once sparkled life, vitality, and friendship. They were our comrades, deserving of fine and respectful burial, yet we had to hack our way through them as if they were undergrowth.
Such is another tid-bit of news from Bridalveil to Kyrdanna: Erik Northshore, my old childhood chum and the last only Kyrdannian remaining in Bridalveil during the Siege, other than myself, was amongst the knights sent to battle Yurissa. He was slain. He will be buried with my sword, and his blade now is mine to bring about vengence upon whomever is responsible and whomever shields them.
But, I digress. Only a handful of knights remain and almost none of the militia. Indeed, even the insane elfin wizard has disappeared from his cell. Now, with only a barest number of fighting men, we patrol the city to defend the town once more against a Siege, only this one of evil.
Few and with weakening morale, we stand against whatever army may come to storm the town. Be that the forces of this evil presence, those of Yurissa, or worse: our own men army marching back home. I pen this letter now during an idle moment of my watch. We do not even have enough men for a properly rotated defense.
Things my look bleak, mother, and I know you will worry, but know that I love you and everyone back home. Give them my best wishes and my love. I will think of you all as much as you think of me. Please know too, that even now, as during the Siege, I have chosen to defend Bridalveil. Once more the costs will be great. Once more I ask for your faith and bravery, mother. Should this be my last missive, know that I stood to defend the innocent with faith, gallantry, and honor and will meet whatever fate awaits me with bravery. The name Silversurge will not be put to shame by me!
As always, your loving son,
Feyr
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