50th of Summer, 511 AV
A yellowed, folded up piece of parchment lay forgotten on the ground, and footprints marring its surface. The crescent moon seal was all but recognizable now, so many times had the letter been trodden on, and the paper was beginning to rip on the edges. If someone was to open the letter, it would read simply:
"
A yellowed, folded up piece of parchment lay forgotten on the ground, and footprints marring its surface. The crescent moon seal was all but recognizable now, so many times had the letter been trodden on, and the paper was beginning to rip on the edges. If someone was to open the letter, it would read simply:
"
You who read this, mark my words, and read them carefully. I, known as Nex, am fighting the eternal battle against the wretched foes I'm sure you all know of. Nuits, undead, filth every single one of them, and a abomination on this world. What I ask is simple, that you help fight against these unnatural foes whenever you come across them, and if you feel drawn to, join me, take up arms with me and my allies, and together we will purge this world for future generations to come. In Ravok we stay for now, send word there wanderer, our cause can use every hand, no matter how small, or distant.
Your ally,
Nex
"Your ally,
Nex
