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"Yaawar al-Khalhid,

I have seen no sign of your disciples since the war; it appears they did not survive.

Another matter: you — under the name Makhyoon — are now suspected of desecration and of retaining corpses missing from the battlefield. Witnesses regarded as trustworthy claim to have evidence.

If there is truth in these accusations, I urge you to resolve them quickly and return the bodies. From what I understand, the complainant's sole concern is their recovery.

Welcome back to the Well.

Magus Zemethis Amun-Rezhir
Zulkir of the Ashen Conclave"

"Yaawar al-Khalhid,

That is understandable and fair. If your chance at Hakem is stripped from you due to impatience and negligence, then we shall have to seize the next opportunity at the seat.

I'll keep you updated, regardless.

Regards,
Magus Zemethis Amun-Rezhir
Zulkir of the Ashen Conclave"

"Yaawar al-Khalhid,

I will be advocating, on your behalf, for a postponement of appointment. If, however, this is not possible, I will need your address to the assembly, as your representative.

Please provide me your words you'd wish to convey, in case the Synod will not be swayed to postpone.

Regards,
Magus Zemethis Amun-Rezhir
Zulkir of the Ashen Conclave"

[An envelope is left, unceremoniously, for Edmund. Two letters within.]

"[Black ink on parchment, in an efficient, blocky hand.]

Magus Zemethis Amun-Rezhir,

Be thanked for your letter.

This one appreciates your desire to improve relations between the Astronomers of Q'tolip and the League of White. Cooperation between the Astronomers and government is a worthy pursuit. However, as he is not a member of that league, he can best assist you by directing you to his colleague, Apothar Mae Stern, who is of the League of White's roster. He trusts Apothar Stern can help you in your goal of furthering governance and scholarship.

Live. Drink.
Zol Nur Apothar"

[Simply received.]

[Chapter II: When The Earth Shook]

Chapter II: When The Earth Shook

In the midst of our routine patrol through the Monoliths, tasked with quelling the ever-tenacious Kobolds, none could have foreseen the organized march these creatures would stage to confront us upon our exit. Roderick, ever the valiant leader, led the charge with a select group of comrades, including myself. Together, we purged the initial forces and vanquished a menacing chieftain.

But our ears soon caught the ominous cadence of war drums and the echoing tramp of a relentless horde approaching from the tunnel's entrance. We, the defenders of the passage, found ourselves ensconced within the labyrinthine bowels of the earth. At tight bottlenecks and within spacious chambers, we made our steadfast stand, continuously repelling the surging enemy.

With each passing moment, the clash intensified. Colossal, flame-spewing lizards, ridden by legions of Kobolds, shattered the earth's silence as they rampaged through the subterranean tunnels, their fiery breath threatening to consume us. Faced with the brunt of this tumultuous assault, we weathered hours of ceaseless conflict and the onslaught of innumerable Kobolds.

Yet as the battle raged, our persistent determination emerged victorious. However, our elation was short-lived. The final lizarine behemoth, upon meeting its doom, convulsed in its death throes and inadvertently rent asunder a vital pillar that bore the entire weight of the cave complex. Catastrophe loomed inescapable, forcing us to flee the impending collapse.

Through perseverance and some measure of luck, we narrowly evaded the treacherous maw of the earth. We emerged victorious, bearing our hard-won spoils, and shared in a triumph that deservedly called for a hearty and well-earned toast.

[Chapter I: Echoes of the Ashways]

Chapter I: Echoes of the Ashways

In recent days, our journey has taken us through the perilous Ashways, a realm beset by ancient strife, where vile Troglodytes clashed with wicked Harpies in ceaseless quarrel. Acidic tempests rained upon our beleaguered party, as challenges unfolded, fierce and unyielding. The hardship, I say, was a crucible that shattered the heart of one, leaving him fractured but unbroken, for he deemed such trials as teachings to be embraced.

Verily, in the wake of the tumult with the Troglodytes and Harpies, this broken man did beckon me forth, and alongside my newfound comrade, Judh, we ventured deeper, far past the foreboding Ashways, into a realm steeped in foreboding darkness. 'Twas then he cast us down, into the depths of a corrupted pond, wherein a sunken vessel lay enshrouded by spectral terrors of the pirate ilk. Undying revenants walked the ship's cursed boards, their hollow eyes fixated upon us, ominous as the shadowed abyss.

Thus did he drag us onward, through nightmarish legions of Ash Revenants and Raptor Riders, leading us to an accursed well, tainted by unholy waters and teeming with the damned. Thrice, we were hurled into the jaws of death, and thrice did we emerge, souls aflame and bodies battered, surviving the very crucible of the afterlife. Through trials dire, we ventured, exhausting our stores, escaping the very grasp of the Reaper, and forging a bond as unyielding as tempered steel.

As to what had sundered this man's spirit, or what compulsion drove him to impart such enigmatic lessons, I remain uncertain. His motives remained shrouded in obscurity, veiled in the nebulous haze of enigma. He left me naught but a simple ring, a memento to commemorate our harrowing sojourn, and a body, beset by agony. The purse was scant, and our supplies dwindled to naught, leaving us bereft of resources to accept further commissions from the board. It vexes me to my core, for I cannot shake the disconcerting notion that the ordeal, with all its perils and toils, has yielded unto me but naught.

Thus ends the account of our travails in the forlorn Ashways, a chapter of enigma and tribulation, from which I emerged with shattered certitude and an unyielding bond with my stalwart comrade, Judh, though I ponder if he feels the same.

Only had that one interaction, but it was super cool, friend. I wish I could have seen more of his shenanigans. :|

[Non-Compatible]

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Potentially fitting: Monk, Sorcerer, Bard, Barbarian

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oh, yeah, no... my bad... I should have taken a second screenshot..

I /always/ choose before my bet, then again, after my bet, to make 100% sure I locked it in. Regardless, it hasn't happened again and I got my gold. LOL!