by the late Shadow Catcher
I send this message to you my dear friend with desperate news. I have been travelling the length of the Sword Coast to avenge the wrongs the Dragon Cult has done to my family. I have failed at each turn. The one conspirator I was able to kill has returned from the dead. The skills I have honed over the past year have served for naught against the might of but a single dragon. The cult now track us down within the walls of friendly cities, even in the holy sanctity of taverns.
We were attacked as we listened to Blake tune his lute, first by a mighty Black Dragon and my foe Rezmir. Then by infernal creatures, summoned from the nether planes, and finally by the insipid cultists. Many lives were lost in the tavern, the only thing saving us were the spells of my companions.
My abilities were worth naught, the great black dragon was able to see through both spells and my godlike ability to hide, he hunted me down like a rat and I could do naught. My companions fled, for the artefact they carry is important beyond measure to the cultists, and it’s protection is paramount. My companions came back to recover my shattered body, and Ryndel, was able to revive me. I am now horribly disfigured, with a scar running across my lower back in the shape of a dragons claw.
And so Kashara, I beg that you assist this band of heroes where I could not. Your must strike at the very heart and head of the cult. Your talents in seeking… and extracting information will serve the group better than my poor ability to hide. I now go to rebuild my family manor outside of Waterdeep to it’s former glory, perhaps before the end of days I will look over the misty plains and think of what life could of been if it were not for these cursed dragons. Come as quickly as you can to Luskan, here I will leave you some items and treasure to assist you in your quest.
Your humble servant,