The Piranoth Chronicle
Zara Entry 6
[The following letters, also written in Elven, arrived in Argent while Zara was gone.]
Ozmar and I were so glad to hear from you! We both understand why you’ve left for Argent… it sounds very important, and it definitely sounds like a better use of your talents.
Don’t get me wrong, we miss your talents – and your company – but we’ve found new allies. We’ve encountered a community of mind flayers who disagree with what the aboleths are doing in Shaboath… I’m sure you can imagine, even with a common enemy, we hated to ally with such creatures. But we don’t want any more enemies down here, and their knowledge of the aboleths, their scheme, and their city is too valuable to simply walk away from them.
At the insistence of the illithid leader, Ipshizeen, we’ve drafted a written document outlining the terms of our agreement. We’ve consented to take Ipshizeen’s brainwashed bodyguard, the half-elven rogue Shasurita, with us. Though she’s surely spying on us, she’s deadly in a scrape, and Ozmar remains hopeful that he can break the illithids’ control of her. Naturally, I have my doubts…
And we found Jenneleth! She’s been hiding in an ancient, looted tomb, after escaping from her captors. Once we convinced her that we opposed the aboleths and their slavers, she insisted on joining us – she has a score to settle with them.
We returned to the surface to send word of Jenneleth’s safety to Thurmaster, which was when your letter found us. I knew that I had to write you now… the road back down to the Sunless Sea is a long one, and it may be some time before I can write again.
I feel like I went through every song and tale I knew going down there the first time, trying to keep Ozmar entertained… I get so jealous of him, as I’m sure you remember (and for which I can never apologize enough), and now I have two lovely ladies following him around. He’s very lucky to be so convincing when he claims to love me.
Anyway, I must be closing, as the time has come to go back. May your arrows fly true, Zara, and may we meet again in happier times.
It isn’t the drow. No one in Erelhei-Cinlu knew anything about a giant incursion.
It was nice to come back to to Silverlake to find your letters waiting. And it’s good to be home, even with the knowledge that, if the giants come here, it’ll be up to me alone to defend it. But I’m not asking you to hurry back – your new friends surely need you more than Silverlake does, and I’ve felled more than one giant in my day, believe you me.
Don’t worry about Darafayen, child. You clearly care for her; though her interest in you may be mere curiosity, it sounds to me like something stronger. Love is… unpredictable, to say the least, but worrying about it gains you nothing. Fate wills what it will, as the disciples of the Raven Queen say. You’ll be together if you’re meant to be. And if you aren’t, someone will come along. Sehanine always finds a way to honor those who honor her.
Trust your heart, your feet, and your bow. Dumilirr served me well for many years – I have no doubt that she’ll serve you just as well.
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