Epilogue
To the Dark Savior, Guardian of the Faith, Founder of Black Justice, Hope of the Elves, Mother of Terror, Wife to Boldness, Daughter of God, Bearer of the Grand King Busar, Prophet, Bane of the Old Gods, Demon of the West, I send my greetings.
I, Nua Calen Aiwenor, hope this letter finds you well, though you may not recall this humble elf who dared argue against you in the Dead City of Wenmark, who stood between you and Cardinal Raymond at Illyana's Grave, know that I have not forgotten you.
It is with a heart both hopeful and heavy at once that I write seeking your cunning and wisdom as I face challenges afresh here in the farthest east our faith has traveled. The Prince of Pas'en has fallen to despair as he faces the prospect of losing his beloved. I have not even been able to go in to see him, and even if I could… what could I say that would do any good?
Making matters worse, on the very day of my arrival, one of my most trusted hands was stolen away from me, kidnapped by persons of unknown origin or intention. Whether my Priceless is alive or dead, days have passed, and still we do not know. Her companion weeps for her nightly, and I cannot snap her out of it to make proper use of her skills to fix things.
Before you suggest making use of my intelligence assets… that has sadly been rendered moot as well. It appears at least possible that the one I was using for that purpose, is the one to have kidnapped away one of the two hands I was using here to work my will. I cannot say this with certainty… yet from Kaiji's words, it appears very possible.
My soldiers at least, are strong, ready to fight, and slowly grow ready for the liberty I long to grant them. Keeping up an act proves ever more of a strain, but in place of Priceless, the Prince of Chains has proven a steady hand these last few days since I returned. The same is true for a man named Onimeus. He is a brilliant tactical mind, weakened now only in his concern for his comrade, Kaiji.
Ironically, the good news to go with this is two fold. Our successful accomplishment of a mission that cost hundreds of lives from others, but cost us not a one, has made us famous. Almost overnight in fact. Now the wealthy clamor for my company to work for them, and out of all the problems I could have… 'which advantageous offer do I pick out of all of these' is the best I can imagine.
In further news, I must inform you of the result of that mission. The man 'Bracer' who we were sent to capture, is a former adamantite adventurer in the Sorcerous Empire named 'Cerebrate'. While I have only heard his name in passing until I came here, the nature of his actions in this part of the world is… severe. He is due shortly for a torturous death, but when that is done, if his crimes in the west are like those here, then he deserves it twice over at the least. Please send me instructions on his disposition, if possible, I will return his corpse to you intact. Or… at least as intact as I left it when I was done with him before.
Also, if this is not too much to ask… if he is worthy of reward, I would request just a few pieces of proper runecrafted gear, suitable for soldiers of our order. If all goes well, I expect I'll have a few of those quite soon, and when I do, I'd like them to look the part.
As you can see, I have much to do, much to resolve, and… I need the wisdom of a god to navigate a path to victory in the time ahead. So if your heart is moved… I beg it of you. Send to your humble servant in the faith, the former Explorer Priestess of the Minotaur Kingdom, some fragment of your knowing. Else at least, bless me in your father's name, as my cause, will give him nations, and aid you in yours… to deliver to him, the world he richly deserves.
Your humble servant,
Captain Nua Calen Aiwenor
Long Live the Sorcerer King!