Greetings to my adoring fans, admirers, and many haters!! I have returned from my dangerous sojourn to MY GRANDMOTHER’S BIRTHDAY. I’m catching up on my numerous correspondences (many of which are hate mail from Blakka soldiers). I must thank KYRAN GREYLING, my informant within the group of adventurers known as the PC Party, for keeping me updated in my absence. What have they been up to?? I have included my friend Kyran’s letter below:

Transcript: Hello Atlas,
We’ve made it out of the prison. When we got out Amon asked what happened to Nemen. We told him that he was dead. We went through an area with a bunch of spores. I moved through it pretty quickly but I heard a lot of screaming coming from that direction, I think they revived David? Don’t know why they did that, seems like a bad idea but no one died so it’s not my problem and I would prefer to stay as far away from those spores as possible.
Amon killed the soldier we had taken prisoner. I don’t know how to feel about that, he has the right to be angry after everything he’s been through but she was just a guard. She wasn’t a threat, she was unarmed and in chains. I don’t think any of us should have the right to decide who lives and who dies. I guess it doesn’t matter now, either way I didn’t have the right to stop him.
Alan left to Zelmore, he apparently has a way through the barricade. I gave him a few healing potions for the road, hopefully he makes it home alright. Two people died. They were trapped in an area with spores. I was able to revive Meshach but I didn’t realize the other two were dead. I’m glad he’s alive but I wish I had used it on one of the other two. ASTE might not be coming back this time, he’s already died twice. If we don’t get him to dark spores fast enough he might be gone. Meshach ran off into the Vale after I revived him, I hope he doesn’t die out there. We gave one of Niv’s soldiers the supplies we got and made it back to Bradvlad.
-Kyran Greyling
DANGEROUS! CHILLING! Don’t eat strange mushrooms you find!
I must thank Kyran for keeping me updated in these trying times. Many strange things are afoot. Stay safe out there, readers, and until then: fight together, or die alone.
Signed,
Atlas the Bard

