So much has transpired since my last letter. We managed to help the town of Sandreach by restoring the flow of water back into town. We found a group of gnolls by the lake where the river for the town was fed and after dealing with that menace I was able to determine the river flow was blocked by a column of sandstone. I’m not sure where the column came from, but I knew that it needed to be moved to restore the towns water supply.
Luckily I remember what you told me one night as we laid together cooling off about leverage and ways it can be used to move great objects. We tied ropes to one end and using the strength of our horses we managed to move it aside and restore the river flow. It’s amazing what fresh water can do for a town when we made a return trip a few days later it was like someone poured a new life into the town.
My companions and I also explored one of the long forgotten ruins in the desert. In doing so we discovered several undead ranging from skeletons to an actual mummy. Lucky we managed to make quick work of these creatures before too much harm was done. We also found a box that contained quite the curiosity. A dead skinless cat. Upon opening the box the cat seemed to come alive and slowly take my face. Now I have a cat that had my face the follows me everywhere. Perhaps this is some twisted dream of yours so you can see my face in multiple ways.
Kidding aside we found a secret passage under the ruins which led to a room with a circle of statues of old. 3 with braziers 3 without, and in the middle a floating staff of purple. Upon entering the room a portal of darkness opened up and a dark figure clutching a falchion stepped forward to engage us. It moved with amazing speed and skill and managed to land two wicked strikes into me. The cold of that weapon is something I will never forget. Not only did the blades bite burn into me, but I felt an unnatural cold that I’ve never known seep into me.
Luckily for us as we managed to land a few blows of our own a hand reached out through a portal and grabbed the creature and pull it back through. For all our efforts in the ruins we managed to get our hands on over 400 pounds of pure gold. Our plan is to use the gold to finance a fort in the lower farmlands to keep them safe. I’ve enclosed a rough draft of my plan for such a fort. As you know my skill for engineering design will never match yours, but perhaps with your help we can design a fort that will not only stand, but be comfortable for those inside.
Perhaps you could use your ties to be placed in charge of building the fort. Would give us an excuse to see each other again. It has been too long since I last felt your warmth. Let me know how life on the lines is treating you. Do you have anything to do with the firearms that are being deployed? A lot of them seem like up your alley. Hoping to hear back from you soon.
Stay safe and well,