Intercepted Inter-Fantasy NPC Communique
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- To the festering carcass known to men as Igra Belbent, Ninth of Hogg,
I send greetings from both myself and from your hilarious mother. This past season has been dense with the breeding of unexpected events. I trust that the news of recent events here has reached you, and I likewise trust you received the unusual device I sent earlier, for otherwise you would be entirely unable to read the words I now set down. Though I am indeed made weary by the strain of maintaining this deception, I see the necessity in it, as, I am certain, do you. Take pains to avoid Thurid of Gyran To do otherwise is to risk what little you have left.
Your most humble servant,
Bogglewheel Von Stock
P.S. I hope the biscuits I've enclosed live up to their local reputation. - To my most clever and unfortunate friend, Grogan of Roth,
I send greetings from Hakleth. This past season has been dense with the breeding of unexpected events. I trust that the news of recent events here has reached you, and I likewise trust you received the chess set I sent earlier, for otherwise you would be entirely unable to read the words I now set down. Though I am indeed made weary by the strain of maintaining this deception, I see the necessity in it, as, I am certain, do you. You must destroy the oracle of Cloven Wheel. To do otherwise is to risk what little you have left.
Your most humble servant,
Ludmilla
P.S. Another map is enclosed--verso. - To the festering carcass known to men as Vornelia Thrakk,
I send greetings from The Sultanate of Naj. This past season has been mercifully mundane. I trust that the news of recent events here has reached you, and I likewise trust you received the needle I sent earlier, for otherwise you would be entirely unable to read the words I now set down. Though I am indeed made weary by the strain of maintaining this deception, I see the necessity in it, as, I am certain, do you. Be sure to consult the assassin. To do otherwise is to risk what little you have left.
Your most humble servant,
Vassili Mercere
P.S. No more drawings, your aunt caught a glimpse of the last one and almost went into convulsions. - To my beloved and devoted Thagan Treer,
I send greetings from Nephilidia. This past season has been intolerably humid. I trust that the news of recent events here has reached you, and I likewise trust you received the unusual device I sent earlier, for otherwise you would be entirely unable to read the words I now set down. Though I am indeed made weary by the strain of maintaining this deception, I see the necessity in it, as, I am certain, do you. Be sure to avoid the four lunatics in Orgus Waarg. To do otherwise is to risk what little you have left.
Your most humble servant,
Silenus Vox
P.S. I have sent three copies of this missive via three separate routes in the event that some misfortune should befall the messenger. - To the vigorous soldier and noble friend, Igra Belbent, Ninth of Hogg,
I send greetings from Nephilidia. This past season has been mercifully mundane. I trust that the news of recent events here has reached you, and I likewise trust you received the instructions I sent earlier, for otherwise you would be entirely unable to read the words I now set down. Though I am indeed made weary by the strain of maintaining this deception, I see the necessity in it, as, I am certain, do you. Do not speak to the four lunatics in Orgus Waarg. To do otherwise is to risk what little you have left.
Your most humble servant,
Zorica
P.S. They are invulnerable to flame, but a knife hewn from ice formed on a moonless night is their bane.