Vendui lotha dalninil,
It has been a few decades
since I wrote a letter to you. And I am well aware of that. You don’t have to
remind me every single day. Luckily for both of us, this ends now. Something
has happened which is worthy telling you about. You can be happy now; letters
from me will come more frequently.
The journey began with a
note from a former adventurer. Curious as I can be I followed the invitation.
Not many would hire a Drow for a job. Except for the kind of job I swore no
longer to accept. I don’t need to tell you that getting into the building
seemed harder than usual. Then, there’s the topic of me being detected right
away, not my brightest hour. And your sarcastic remark didn’t help. Well long
road cut short, together with three others I landed in the residence of Lady
Syndra Silvane. She told us that she has been afflicted with a curse. A Death
Curse. In a more comfortable area we talked more about it and I got a better
look at my companions.
The most curious member
of our team is little Drev’nae. This little fey reminds me a bit of
you. Full of endless energy and so naïve. I wonder how young she truly is, and
hope she never has to experience the darkness we had been through. Oh, and she
serves the Beldroin de' darthien. It makes we wonder what will happen, when she
finds out, whom I serve. Lucky for me, there is Faelon, an Eladrin
Wizard. So far he is the centre of Drev'nae's attention. Has to
be the fey connection, I think. Also, like me he seems to enjoy the spirits of
wine. However, unlike me he goes more for the expensive stuff. Maybe I should
challenge him one day to a drinking contest. But he has the aura of a
professional, so I guess not so soon.
Of course, you can have
drinking contests with wine. Schnapps is for Humans, ale for Dwarves, so we
Elves use wine. What about Gnomes and Halflings? I don’t know and I don’t care
what they drink to get drunk. Let me continue with the letter, please.
Last in line is
Gascard or Gaston or? I will tell you his correct name in my next letter. I
should know it for sure then. He seems to have encountered something similar to
our demise that led him to become fallen or something like that. Still, he is
the most human looking of us non-humans. So you see we are quite an unusual
bunch to go on a mission like that.
Yes, I know that
I didn't learn their names before we came to Chult. But … What
the … am I doing? Why am I even writing this down? Stop it! If you want me to
write letters to you, stop distracting me with stupid comments!
Where was I? Ah yes, Death
Curse. During her adventuring days Lady Silvane died on one point and then
brought back to live, like many other adventurers. Because of this she is
feeling her life force being sucked out from her. Growing weaker every day and
I think she is trying to hide the fact, that she is rotting alive. This could
have been me, if La'iri hadn't snatched me away from the brink of death, or
even worse you. Thinking about losing you again, especially under these
horrific circumstances, gives me the shivers. Therefore, when Lady
Silvane asked for help I was in from the start. I don't care
much about the promised reward. All the riches in the world could not give
me what I am wishing for. This is something my companions don’t need to know
yet. So don’t tell them!
The others agreed as well,
so we were teleported to Port Nyanzaru in the faraway lands of Chult. There we
should be able to find the cause for this Death Curse. For starters, I think
this place itself is a curse. The sun seems even brighter than home in
Daggerdale. And don’t get me on the heat and humidity, argh. Distracted by that
bright light and all the heat I didn’t get how we ended up at the door of Lady
Silvane's friend Wakanga O'tamu. But our little ball of fey trouble insisted
that he would be really happy to have a member of the fey courts visiting. His
guards had a different opinion. But being grumpy and intimidating is in the job
description of basically every guard I’ve ever met. So no surprise there.
Thankfully, Lady Silvane's presence saved us from an early fight with the
Merchant Princes' guards and we managed to meet her friend. Unlike his guards
Lord O’tamu seems like a kind man and welcomed us in his home. He was happy to
see his old friend but also worried about her, from what I gathered. After a
while the topic of staying in his home came up, instead of going to an inn.
While he was friendly, he
didn’t want us to stay overnight. I wonder if he fears us finding something out
about him or if it is really the trouble and dangers we might bring to his
doorstep. Whatever it is, he wanted to test us against one of his guards. Thank
the olath wenress it was just one guard. Otherwise we would have been into deep
trouble getting the money for the little side bet I pulled. Not to mention all
the pain.
Now we have nice rooms to
rest and Lord O’tamu was kind to give me the materials to write this letter.
Enough to write more than one letter. I know you want to know more about where
I am at the moment. And I will tell you in due time. For now, I will tend to
that deep cut, mend my clothes and think about ways to deal with this sun out
of hell.
dosst valyrin dalninuk Velverin
