My beloved Tar’i,
Knowing you are safe has been my sustaining joy in this place. I only hope that somehow this letter finds you and you are well. I hope someday to rejoin you with honor, having completed my quest, kept to my duty, and earned your hand. Know that I have escaped the drow and am making my way through the Underdark as best we can. Know that I love you no matter the outcome of my quest.
Resources are scarce and I must be brief. There is a matter of urgent importance I need to relay to our people and anyone else who the message can be sent to. During our escaped from captivity we encounted a great evil living in the Underdark in place the inhabitants call “The Dark Lake.” It is a creature of nightmares and palpable evil that is changing the very nature of the environment. The Koa-Toa who apparently summoned the creature call it Lemagoogoo thought I fear it has slaughtered all who have seen it save our small group that escaped. It is towering two-headed demon of fur and tentacles that exudes a miasma of madness. We were forced to flee lest we be slain as well. Such a creature cannot be allowed to remain in our world. I know it is part of my duty to find a way to defeat this creature, though I do not have the means now. I will continue to seek while I see to the safe return of those currently in my care. Seek the wisdom of the Elders and send word to the scholars of Candle Keep and Waterdeep. Perhaps with their wisdom and knowledge this creature can be vanquished should I fail.
The light of your memory continues to light my soul.
Decius carefully folded the letter and placed it in his pack, re-energized by putting his quest and motivation to paper. He reexamined his gear, his makeshift smithing tools, and the groups’ provisions. It would have to do for now. He rejoined Topsy and Turvy on their watch. Topsy handed him a cloth cowl that had been darkened somehow, Decius thought better than ask. “We can see you from a mile away. Cover that pasty skin of yours.”
Decius chuckled, “I hope you made enough for everyone.” Topsy smiled and pointed to a pile of likewise sew garments. It gave Decius a moment to reflect on the scarcity of resources in the Underdark. It was little wonder that the inhabitants down here lived a live-and-let-die attitude, at best. The armor and scant provisions of the orcs that had ambushed them yesterday had all been re-purposed, used to repair damaged items, create backpacks and sacks, and any left over parts had been carefully stored for future need. Topsy was sewing an overshirt for KrisAnne from the supplies taken from the orcs. The needle she was using looked like it was made of bone. “I’m sure KrisAnne will love the smell of orc on that thing.”
“If she wants to live, she’ll get used to it,” Topsy said matter-of-factly. “You surfacers are too concerned with where things come from. You need to get over that or you are going to get yourself and, more importantly, me killed.”
“On the contrary, my little friend,” Decius said sitting down next to the svirfneblin. “Remembering where we come from is what keeps us going when we feel like giving up.”
Turvy gave a grunt of disagreement from an outcropping a few feet away and Topsy just rolled her eyes and continued working. “Humans, so odd.”