Bright one morning as the 9 companies of Haven, in their various chapter houses, or atleast those with such places in the lower city, are starting to bustle about their daily business a man enters, leaving a letter for them to pass on to their officers and commanders; these letters read thusly: "Dear commanders and sergeants of Haven You might have heard of
the search for Torigg the missing hunstman. Two weeks ago myself and a
number of other Blue Sash associates went out to find him and instead
found an evil seeming tree. Hanged men strung up in its brances and its
roots concealing a cave entrance. Yesterday we went back to search the
cave for signs of Torigg. We found his son and him, though he has not
returned since. Even more concerning though is that within we found a
cavern of enormous salt crystals and in one of them was trapped the body
of a man, a man who resembled exactly Corporal Carlos of the Blue
Sashes. However this man wore armor of an imperial talon and on his
person carried messages dating all the way back to the original invasion
during the great war. Since recovering the body, the man has not been found. It is my belief that the Corporal Carlos
we know of was in fact an impostor, a creature called by the men of the
mainland 'Dromon' that has inserted itself into the city for and its
organisations for some nefarious perpose. Creatures as these are said to be ablechange
their appearence and shape to match that of any other and blend in with
absolute perfection. Shephards and Goatherds describe making detailed
counts of their flocks when brought in from pasture and if they come
across an extra, destorying the whole number rather than risking
infiltration by a Dromon. Such a drastic measure surely must result from
more than a mere superstition. For generations these people have lived in
these lands after being cut off from the Empire, it would be wise to
heed their knowledge. And thankfully their knowledge provides us a
form of defense from them. Something that could prevent good men and
women being killed, replaced and infiltrated by what seem to be these
creatures of the foulest sort. For whatever reason, they have a
vulnerability to Rowan wood. Or atleast a fear that causes them to
recoil and deters them from coming near, even a stick of it I have heard
helps. Master Dernnson now carries one with him at all times, and I shall be doing the same from now on. It would
be wise to acquire a supply of this wood and make sure anyone
venturing out to the mainland carries some item of it. Perhaps also
have anyone returning be made to pass through an archway made of it. A recent
arrival here, a priest called Iloa staying at the Tipsy Mermaid has
offered to carve totems, amulets and tokens if he is provided the wood. I
do not know if this will strengthen the wood's potency but it cannot
hurt. In short; Beware the shape changers known as Dromons. They are afraid of the wood of rowan trees. Refrain from venture onto the mainland without some Yours, Ezekiel Boone"
