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[Mia Stormcrow]

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A raggedy looking man and woman, a wee babe cradled in her arms, rest upon the steps of the Steel Scorpions of Fire Guild Hall. What seem to be their worldly goods lie piled in bundles at their feet. The man looks up with weary eyes and then slowly shuffles to his feet. He bows low, his battered hat clutched in his hands, “MeLord Porthos?” he timidly asks, his eyes down cast. We have come from Skara Brae, looking for someplace safe, and lady who fighting in the southern holdings ask me to pass this along if we came this way”, the man offers a paper wrapped parcel. “The lady gave us plenty of coins to help us on our way, but some men claiming to be tax collectors took it all as we passed thru Umbra, Visitors tax they said.” The man looks up, taking a breath, “Do ye know of any jobs here about, Lord?” Not waiting for a response he begins to gather up his bundles...

*The wrapping of the package appear to be pages from a book, the torn edges clearly evident along one edge. The outward side is covered with what appears to be poetry written in a fine flowing hand. The package contains a small journal, and a note has been written on the inside of the wrappings, the script clipped and hurried, written in an odd brown ink.*

Beloved,

I took this journal off the corpse of one of their mages, I could not read the writings, but it might be of importance, get it to a scholar as quickly as you can.

I have gathered a few rangers and woodsmen together to defend the farms here about, but the Ophidians have pushed us back again and again, we are still in possession of a couple of the southern holdings, for now. Rations and ammunition are low; we have taken to ambushing them in the woods then retreating to our barricades to await their retaliation. Rumors have it that these attacks are wide spread, send men and supplies if you are able.

I have entrusted this message to some poor farm folk fleeing the carnage, I pray it reaches you in time. I must go so they can escape before the Ophidians come again, there is so much I want to say, but if we don’t meet in this life again, I want you to know I hold you in my heart.

-Mia

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