How to obtain
Page Name | Page Number | Location Description |
|---|---|---|
SEE WHAT I FOUND | (1/4) |  |
TO MUNCHKIN | (2/4) | |
TALION! | (3/4) | |
TO THE GUARD OF THE NORTH | (4/4) | |
Overview
Entries (4/4)
SEE WHAT I FOUND (1/4)
I saw out huntin' when I saw a pretty bluejay up in the sky. Been a while since I had some chicken stew, so I readied my bow and – wham!
What a shot! The bird tumbled downwards, flailing and chirping.
When I went to retrieve my prey, I saw its claws were grasping something strange... So I pried 'em open. I found this scrap, nay, this letter! Unbelievable, isn't it?
TO MUNCHKIN (2/4)
Dear little Brother: Calm your heart – I'm safe and sound. The border between Rimgard and Meldore had plenty of openings to sneak through. I made it out of Veilwater and reached the Revelwood before my comrades even know I was gone.
Lord Vorgoth has gone mad, Talion. His mind has fallen to the Shroud, infected by that Wanderer's whispers! He lied to us. King Gormander is no threat! I can't fight for this, and my scars are proof of that. I wear them with pride, knowing I did the right thing.
Please come. Wave the war goodbye. Turn your back on all this.
I miss you, munchkin.
– Athalan
TALION! (3/4)
The battle by the bridge — I know you must've been there! The ones that fled had terror in their eyes. "The Shroud", they said with a trembling voice. "The Shroud blanketed everything."
Still, the armies of Vorgoth continued to battle. Please tell me: did you breathe it in? Are you still in there, my little brother? Leading the flock as Commander?
I survey the valley when the sun is highest in the sky, but I detect no motion. I put my ear to the ground but hear no marching of heavy boots. If you're in there, please give me sign, Talion. I'll carry you out on my back, just like the old days.
— Your sister, Athalan
LOCATION
Ancient Bridge
TO THE GUARD OF THE NORTH (4/4)
Lord Vorgoth, you're a blighted, demented beat rotten by distrust. A withered man, a raving shadow of a leader, lulled by a roaming snake!
You don't serve your people, you serve the white mold – The thralls of twilight, the call of the wanderer.
Having ever followed your orders makes me sick; a toll I paid in blood.
No army will protect you. I will cross every chasm, scale every mountain, and brace against the bitter cold. I will push myself beyond physical capacity of man to find you. And when I do, my aim will be true. I swear on my brother's honor.
— Athalan Skree, 3rd day of Yearwake, 503 D.A.
Sources
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