Dear elder sister,
I should have known what father had planned for me even before he apprenticed me to Ildrim. It is obvious to me now that I have come taken up the mantle of wizardry in father’s footsteps.
I wish you to know that I am hale and contented. I long to hear about your well being and journeys. Be that as it may while Desna may bring news to your ears I hear nothing. It is unclear exactly what I am supposed to be doing under this charter of which I have informed you. It seems likely that we are expanding the realm but for whom?
With my sincerest respects, Tali
I look up from my writing at the knock on the wall.
“Ah Ildrim, there you are.” I smile as he approaches, “It seems like you have been deceiving me, most likely at father’s request.”
I pick up the letter I was writing and it sparks into flame as I put it down into an empty bowl. Hopefully Desna, will take its words to my sister wherever she is.
“And to what end?”, Ildrim’s eyes twinkle and a lazy smile appears.
“Father had a vision about my future long ago during the years when you were his apprentice. From what he had informed me of those visions, I seem to be at the beginning of that journey. Is it but a strange coincidence that my arcane powers are now progressing? …of course it isn’t. Your training left out a few insignifant details which interestingly enough only manifest when the time arrives.”
I stand suddenly knocking the chair over in the rush and beginning casting. The magic missile heads straight at Ildrim and is dissipated by his shield.
“Ah, my friend, it is delightful to see you again.”, I grab him in a hug and then gesture him to sit with me. “Alas, this wine is barely drinkable but the moon radish soup is quite good”.
As Talreth and Ildrim have a bowl of moon radish soup and share a bottle of the stolen lands finest wine (or at least the best in Oleg’s cellar) , you get the feeling that Ildrim is about to tell you something important. Sure enough, he calls you by your full first name.
“Talreth, more than you know, you have followed your father’s path. That of magic and blade, but also of location. These “Stolen Lands” are more aptly named than you know, for these lands were once elven lands. These lands are also the lands your father and sister were last seen 40 years ago. Your father and sister were searching for something, exactly what I know not, but their orders came from the elven council. However shortly before their last known sighting he contacted me and asked if I had ever heard of a book by Zudigge. He believed it may be a spell book of some power."
“It wasn’t until recently that I discovered who Zudigge might be and what book he was talking about. Zudigge was no wizard or even a sorcerer. No he was merely an artist of some talent from the nearby ‘Kingdom’ of Pitax. This man had created a book with wood cut illustrations on right hand pages and the accompanying text on the left hand page. Shortly after publishing his book the man went on a murder spree killing and new person each week and recreating one of the illustrated scenes from his book from body parts of his victims. He was quickly caught, tried and executed. In addition his books were rounded up and burnt. This has made finding any copies of the book difficult, but I have found the first five pages of this 32 page book.”
“I believe your father got a copy of this book and followed through the gate depicted on page five, but a gate to where I don’t know. Perhaps more will be revealed on the following missing pages or in the history of this Zudigge fellow.”