Letter to Amet
Once again, a letter from my character Seb, once again writing his father.
Dear father,
Do you remember Glothram, the butcher's son? We have been friends for as long as I can recall. Even then he was always the strongest of us, and probably the bravest too. He's useless in the wilderness and he made such an easy mark that Corrigan has long since given up toying with him, probably out of pity. He wields a sword and he wields it well, but it is his absolute conviction and dedication to justice and the cause of good that I respect most of all.
I returned a few moments ago from the Tabernacle of the Morning Lord where Corrigan and I had just finished bringing Glothram back from Death's door. This isn't the only time we have found him thus in the past year, but here something was different. An acolyte brought us some pieces of fabric that Glothram had apparently carried with him, returning from somewhere deep within the Tabernacle's catacombs. The details are almost entirely absent, but in a sense they do not matter at all. The clothing and the shattered sceptre they contained meant one thing: that the witch Ideld was dead. The terrible burns and cuts that riddled Glothram told the rest: that it was his doing.
We found your notes, father. Actually Corrigan found them, long ago. On my day of failure, when you and mother died. We took them to the wizard Myrthas because we could not understand them and Corrigan trusted him deeply. I do not know if we did wrong, but perhaps by luck the unlocked information eventually returned to us, surviving even the end of Myrthas's school and the fall of his tower. Only then, with some of the markings translated, could I see that you were seeking the Eye of the Sun, and that you suspected it lay beneath the Bluffs of Morning. It was the destruction of Myrthas's tower and the strange changes in the surrounding land that made it possible for us to even consider searching the Bluffs. I told everything I knew to my friends, and Glothram, bearing what we suspected to be the Divine Spark, set off to begin searching on our own, while Corrigan and I sought to find our brothers.
While we succeeded in finding Kevan, apparently living happily as a pirate in a cave off the river, Glothram was apparently divining that the Eye lay beneath the Temple to Lathander itself. This I can only assume, but somehow he found his way to the temple and gained access to the catacombs. Some time between when we saw him and spoke of the Eye, and when we saw him lying bloodied in the temple the next day, Glothram faced Ideld, without armour or sword and without us, his friends and allies. He faced her alone, below the earth and now he lies sleeping in the Tabernacle and her sceptre lies broken on the floor.
Glothram Athelstar defeated Ideld, who we called "Deathless".
I am growing terribly impatient, waiting to hear his story, but still I know that the rest is merely details. Strongest and bravest and most dedicated to goodness and justice, Glothram is truly a Paladin of Tyr and today he has accomplished a miracle.
Dear father,
Do you remember Glothram, the butcher's son? We have been friends for as long as I can recall. Even then he was always the strongest of us, and probably the bravest too. He's useless in the wilderness and he made such an easy mark that Corrigan has long since given up toying with him, probably out of pity. He wields a sword and he wields it well, but it is his absolute conviction and dedication to justice and the cause of good that I respect most of all.
I returned a few moments ago from the Tabernacle of the Morning Lord where Corrigan and I had just finished bringing Glothram back from Death's door. This isn't the only time we have found him thus in the past year, but here something was different. An acolyte brought us some pieces of fabric that Glothram had apparently carried with him, returning from somewhere deep within the Tabernacle's catacombs. The details are almost entirely absent, but in a sense they do not matter at all. The clothing and the shattered sceptre they contained meant one thing: that the witch Ideld was dead. The terrible burns and cuts that riddled Glothram told the rest: that it was his doing.
We found your notes, father. Actually Corrigan found them, long ago. On my day of failure, when you and mother died. We took them to the wizard Myrthas because we could not understand them and Corrigan trusted him deeply. I do not know if we did wrong, but perhaps by luck the unlocked information eventually returned to us, surviving even the end of Myrthas's school and the fall of his tower. Only then, with some of the markings translated, could I see that you were seeking the Eye of the Sun, and that you suspected it lay beneath the Bluffs of Morning. It was the destruction of Myrthas's tower and the strange changes in the surrounding land that made it possible for us to even consider searching the Bluffs. I told everything I knew to my friends, and Glothram, bearing what we suspected to be the Divine Spark, set off to begin searching on our own, while Corrigan and I sought to find our brothers.
While we succeeded in finding Kevan, apparently living happily as a pirate in a cave off the river, Glothram was apparently divining that the Eye lay beneath the Temple to Lathander itself. This I can only assume, but somehow he found his way to the temple and gained access to the catacombs. Some time between when we saw him and spoke of the Eye, and when we saw him lying bloodied in the temple the next day, Glothram faced Ideld, without armour or sword and without us, his friends and allies. He faced her alone, below the earth and now he lies sleeping in the Tabernacle and her sceptre lies broken on the floor.
Glothram Athelstar defeated Ideld, who we called "Deathless".
I am growing terribly impatient, waiting to hear his story, but still I know that the rest is merely details. Strongest and bravest and most dedicated to goodness and justice, Glothram is truly a Paladin of Tyr and today he has accomplished a miracle.