The Black Letter

Day: 1
I was sitting in the Pick and Flagon enjoying a drink when Theasa’s letter arrived. My heart sunk the moment I saw her bird. I never actually imagined that the mask would return for either of us but life as I have found is full of surprises. Her note was very brief in comparison the the one I have prepared in case I were to be taken, a testament to her reclusive nature after her time as a mask bearer. I bid farewell to my companions and headed to the mining district to have a word with a black smith. After what seemed like an eternity of negotiation and awkward questions about the purpose of my commission the black smith agreed to begin work immediately he tells me if I don’t care how it looks he can have it done by tonight. it cost most of my savings but it is the only possible defensive measure I could come up with against the mask. I left for the plains just south of the Uskwood to the location of the drop box.

Days: 5
Travel was hard the rain started the night I left and persisted until this morning but I have finally found the drop box. A hallowed stump containing a tiny bottle of liquid and two stones. I took everything.

Day: 7
Following the pull of Theasa’s stone I found she had traveled deep into the Uskwood. I came to a cave and the stone was leading me toward it I knew she would be in there. I waited an entire day hidden observing the caves entrance and then she emerged tall and skinny and wearing a black metal mask. I carefully took out the mask that I had the black smith make and chained it onto my head. She left walking eastward with no supplies or weapons just her dirty clothes and the mask. When she was out of sight I entered the cave. Inside I found that mask had her busy building a new lair for her to work in. She was undoubtedly going to return soon the purpose of the structure (What ever it was) has not been fullfilled yet as she was still setting it up in the efficient manner he remembered from his time wearing a mask. I took out the bottle and with the greatest of care I coated the handle of a shovel she had been using before escaping back into the woods.

Day: 8
She returned the following morning. She entered the cave and I waited several hours before entering after her. I found her on the ground convulsing next to the the shovel the mask still attached to her face. I reached down to pull it off but it would not budge in any way. I had the feeling that if i pulled hard enough it would come off with her face still attached to it. I took out my knife and slit her throat to end her pain as promised all those years ago. The mask shot off of her and hovered there for a moment and then flew away.

Day: 11
I traveled north to Pangolais. Theasa was a women of habit and I could only assume that she still lived where she did when we first met. I had always hated this city and the vampires that rule over it. The extreme density of the Uskwood’s canopy serving to completely blot out the light of the sun. The cities inhabitants are a dark and dangerous as the city itself . To her however it was the only acceptable place in the world for her to be at peace with who she had been and what she was forced to do as a mask bearer. Like all outsiders who come to Pangolais I had to hire a “Guide” which is basically a goon working for Roarik (The vampire leading the council at the cities head) that is instructed to follow you and kill you if you get into trouble or ask to many questions. I managed to dip my guide with the help of a vanish spell and I found her home.
Inside was much as I remembered it with little furniture and no decorations. A utilitarian place to sleep and work devoid of any sense of “Home”. She had a locked chest chained to the floor a bed and a pile of clothes. The chest was difficult to open but inside I found exactly what I expected. A long black robe carefully folded, A bow, quiver of arrows and her spell book.

Day 13
I returned to the cave and buried Theasa. I took the evening studying her spell book and transcribing a few spells I hadn’t mastered to my own then left the book on her grave.

Day 15
The gates of Ridwall are an extremely welcome sight.


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