Vierna

*A sealed letter addressed the eccentric mage Muldran is left in the Rhovanion library*

Vendui’

We met before, outside the yellow town and you invited me to visit your library. I was searching your library for books concerning my race when we met again. We discussed Garod Tremere and realms and gates, remember? We also discussed the fact the tomes you had concerning drow were mostly heretic writings. Remember now?

I watch your group, watch their interfering, mostly in things they know little about. When will you learn that to dabble in things you have little comprehension of only leads to disaster? Do you not yourself know this by recent experience? Not that I care what disasters you humans bring upon yourselves. All it does is bring you more death, more suffering, more chaos and that pleases me in some ways. The trouble with humans is they never live long enough to understand. Not even when they sacrifice their souls and become as liches or vampires or some other form of “undead” do they “live” long enough to understand.

But that is not why I write. I have watched with great amusement the feeble efforts of you and your race as they attempt to “save” that which is called Magincia. The daemons, which invade, are not even the most powerful kind. They are but the minions, the servants of the arch daemons, who themselves are the minions of the elder daemons. And the elder daemons are also servants; do you know whom they serve? No I thought not, how little you know. How little you understand.

I see those whom you call “wise” or “clever” or “intelligent” scrabble and search and experiment on ways to stop the horde flooding through the gate. You do not even know why or how or who “corrupted” the gate. How can you hope to succeed when you cannot even answer those simple questions?

Yes the gate can be shut, if you know how. No human knows how to do it, not even the soulless ones like Garod and his family. Even he has not “walked” long enough to know. But I know one who can shut it. Oh yes I know how it can be shut. Meet my price and it will be done! If you do not, then Magincia is doomed; you are all doomed!

Vierna Hun’ett

P.S. Chaos is the fundamental force of creation, manifest in both the macrocosm of the universe and the microcosm of the individual soul. Chaos gives rise to possibility and imagination.

Today, you have just learned something.

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Decardo Imier

The letter is seen upon the table top in the Library of Rhovanion
....

and is opened

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Life is the Dance and Honor,
the Dance is Death to those we oppose,
Honor is our salvation.
Without Honor the Dance is meaningless
forms and we are nothing.

So said by Sai-Renya Killandra - Sword Elder of the Renshai