2022-12-01 Better Safe Than Sorry - Henri
Jan 21, 2023 22:00:05 GMT
Andy D, Orianna Èirigh, and 1 more like this
Post by Henri Fitzroy on Jan 21, 2023 22:00:05 GMT
Henri Fitzroy
The Gilded Mirror
Castleside
Daring Heights
Kantas
The Gilded Mirror
Castleside
Daring Heights
Kantas
Feast of the Moon 1499
Lord Fitzroy
Fitzroy Manor
The North Wards
Waterdeep
Faerûn
Fitzroy Manor
The North Wards
Waterdeep
Faerûn
Dear Father,
I ran into Orianna today. You would like her; she was as critical of my leaving as you were. I will try to remind Gerhard to invite her to Waterdeep, so that you can all meet her.
I also discovered that Lord Lucky Eyes of Sapphire resides in Daring Heights these days. It seems that the world is smaller than we thought - Orianna and he are close friends, by how concerned he was for her wellbeing. I digress. He sends his best, and I told him that you would do the same. It may be worth your checking in on his daughter, Flame.
Anyway. Orianna. It appears that while I was away she became embroiled in the machinations of a dragon that wished to become a god. While they had put down the upstart, she was concerned for the wellbeing of a few priests that had been left behind to do battle with the upstart god's followers.
Her concern took us to Kundar, a city to the west of where I am now. That took us to a shattered dome of glass in the desert, where we discovered that her priests had been taken. That took us then to a mountain in the Sunset Spines, deep below the ground.
The head priest of this would-be-god, Desathrax, was there. Steppenwolf. I do not mean to worry you, Father, but it was a difficult battle. Luckily, we were able to end it and send the foul priest and its undead back to the grave.
I write this having returned home, safe. The threat has been vanquished, though I am afraid the same cannot be said for Orianna's ire towards me. I do owe her and the others a debt - maybe I made a payment towards the principle today.
I pray to Tymora you are well.
Henri
The letter is deftly sealed and creased and placed into a pocket as Henri rises from his desk at the Gilded Mirror, stepping from his room into the hallway. A flick of a finger pulls his silver scarf through the air towards him, wrapping around his neck as he moves out through the inn and into the cool night air.