I am writing to you from a hole in the ground. I am able to do this because I thoughtfully prepared a Light spell for today. Don’t worry, we’re all fine, nobody’s dead.
I guess to backtrack a little bit- yesterday, (through no fault of my own), Astral, Raelyn, and I ended up at the bottom of a deep and treacherous ravine. There was some disagreement about the best way to the cave of monsters we were looking for. You will be happy to know that I have since prepared the appropriate spells on scroll paper and will not be caught unawares again. Luckily, an imposing — but well-intentioned — giant green man was looking for the same cave of monsters and thus rescued us through his brute strength. Together, we were able to clean out the cave as requested by the nearby village. That is not what today’s letter is about.
Today we visited the city of Kenabres, and the festival of Armasse is going on. This would at first appear to be our good fortune, but as I will elaborate it was, in fact, the opposite. The Wardstone of Kenabres is gone. It vanished in a towering column of fire. The famous Cathedral of Saint Clydwell tumbled down into rubble, crushing the Lord Shappok and various others. Horrible demons then appeared under the command of one who could only be the Storm Lord, Khorramzadeh. I am sure that I have your attention now.
All of us in the plaza were very scared, but the old lady sitting next to us turned out to be the glorious silver dragon Terendelev, under a glamour (she talked to me!). Everyone else thought that she was just a lame old lady, but I knew there was something special about her. She took to the skies in dragon form and battled Khorramzadeh.
On the ground, we were on our own… We did our best to protect the civilians, but there were just too many of them. In the sky, the silver dragon was losing. A giant demon rose out of the ground, and then the earth disappeared from under us. With the last of her strength, Terendelev cast Feather Fall upon us right before the Storm Lord beheaded her. Then everything went dark for a while.
I don’t know what’s going to happen now. We are somewhere underground, but at least we’re together. I hope this letter finds you well.
Your faithful daughter,