MZA A letter from Martyna Z'muir
A letter from Martyna Z'muir
Greetings Friends,
It has been a while since I set quill to parchment to bring you the news of our realm. For you see, many months ago after my Library was damaged, I was abducted by the Triad (forces of the Shadowlord Nosfentor) and held captive. Apparently, the vile witch had learned that the Library possessed a book containing a ritual capable of banishing her from the body she inhabited - so she had me kidnapped to try and force the High Council to surrender the tome to her...
Virtuously, the High Council refused to negotiate for my release with the book as collateral. I do not blame them, dear readers, as my freedom was a small price to pay to keep such an evil off balance. I do regret, however, my inability to warn the citizenry of the Shadowlord's plans, the wholesale invasion of our beautiful cities. I heard you held firm, and routed the trespassers at every opportunity. Congratulations!
Towards the end of my imprisonment, I learned that Nosfentor had changed her strategy and now intended to take me as her vessel. Through me, she hoped to usurp my knowledge and my contacts to tear at our society from within. Her malevolence with my face, the mere thought is enough to induce nausea.
Fortunately for me, a bizarre set of circumstances and a rescuer from...well, else when I think... freed me and Woodrow Call, a Justicar long-thought dead. Unfortunately for me, the ancient rune my rescuer used to send me away from the Triad's stronghold led to deep within the bowels of Destard. I was quickly a new kind of captive, the future meal of an ancient wyrm.
My fate now lay in the hands, or rather paws, of two courageous rodents... Early in my captivity I had befriended a young rat that had the misfortune of making the Triad's tower her home. Through elven magic, and her own innate intelligence, I helped give her rudimentary speech. Lotha-abbil she was named, and she soon crept from the tower to send word of my capture. A confusing series of events for my rat friend, and the Royal Council's murder, led to her being forgotten within the catacombs beneath Castle British. Eventually, Sherry the Mouse freed her and led her to Chancellor DaKaren.
He, in turn, mobilized the Britannian Armed Forces, consisting of the Royal Knights of Virtue (formerly the Royal Knights of Redemption) and the Dragons of Honor, valiantly came to my aid and slew the hungry wyrm. Nosfentor briefly made an appearance, little more than an animate corpse. Her badly damaged vessel was quickly put out of its misery, the Shadowlord's shade fled to cower with her brethren. A message from Absu Maal, discovered on the body, spoke of the Triad's being sent somewhere to fight an enemy of the Shadowlord's master, someone called 'Guardian'.
Now you know the abbreviated version or my return, dear readers, and I once again renew my pledge to bring you the multitudinous stories our realm has to offer. My next article will be of the interview I had with our new King, Lord Casca.
If ever you have breaking news to report, or simply wish to read a good book, I can be found in my home above the Library of Sosaria - Directly south of the Yew moongate in Trammel (72* 26'N 39* 18'W)
Britannia is indeed great, my friends - It is you who make it so!
Long live Britannia!
Lady Martyna Z'muir, Library of Sosaria
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