To the Head Curator/Librarian of Tempered Vale

Dear Scholarly Sir or Madam,

I am looking for information pertaining to legendary weapons that may have a history in our region; primarily blades that may have been cursed. I am interested in anything from local folklore, to details on the construction and enchantment of these weapons, as well as stories of how such weapons were destroyed and/or rendered inert.

I understand that this may seem a waste of time, but I am willing to reimburse you for your troubles with a collection of poetry and songs that I have gathered here in Whytecliff. My volume is not complete, but when it is ready, I will gladly bring it to you myself, should you acquire the information I seek.

May warm winds whisper of spring,

Anton Frieneli,

Proprietor and Bard of the Cat’s Cradle, Whytecliff

Defender of the Vale

Dear Tellara

Dear Tellara,

I write to you in hopes that you are well and that your brother is well and that your tribe is also well. As for my folk, we prosper as much as the last winter has permitted. My nephew Milo has taken on the task of ranger for our community, providing food and insight into the forest that is near us. He does our family proud.

I write to you in hopes that you and your brother Lanikar can speak to your fellow, Vendrick on my behalf.

During the beginning of the war, I came into possession of an artifact of great evil. As the war progressed, I used it to defend the weak and strike at our enemies. As Vendrick can tell you of what he witnessed of its nature; I will disclose that within it, something lurks, it speaks to the hand that holds it and demands sustenance. As such, during the war, it was well fed but now, it starves. This has made it desperate and tenacious. I have been forced to feed it myself.

I cannot divulge any more information for fear of interception, but I hope that Vendrick might know more and be moved to aid me. I seek both the beginning and end of this thing.

I do hope you will visit my Taverna. We have much to discuss.

Your friend and comrade,

Anton “Cazzo” Frieneli

Dear Leonardo,

I have failed you. I've fled across seas, across gulfs most folk couldn't imagine, and I still cannot keep our family safe. I've picked up an accursed weapon in hopes of saving our family, but it draws on me. I feel weaker by the passing day. I've managed to provide a safe home for Reyna and the children, but, it's not enough for Milo. I fear he puts himself in harm's way now because I did so. I tried, brother, I tried so hard to give him everything we couldn't have in our youth. I thought he understood. I thought he might understand, so I told him, in a moment of drunken weakness, I told him everything. Now he will not see me, will not come home. Your only son, brother, I cannot protect. Reyna is right to be angry with me.

Forgive me brother. I cannot. 

Your despicable brother, Cazzo