Arthoms 16 Letter (session 7-8)

*Written in druidic*
 
To My dear Celia
 
This has been an incredibly eventful few days to recount so I may have to be somewhat brief as my memory is beginning to fail me of late.
 
As we set out to attempt to deceive the Pharat'ii into walking into an ambush, at the hands of the solen, we reached the camp, and barely managed to convey the message to warlord Kun, and as he and his forces set off with Gurvel at the helm spirits help us if that oaf ruins this ruse, myself and lucid snuck off to attempt to rescue the dog and the little green mokuna Nakkah.
In the process somehow despite his elven heritage, and seemingly fleet footed nature lucid almost gave us away by sheer clumsiness. He then walked blindly into a tent with the slave he was granted by the warlord who seemed to be infatuated with his skinny ass. No idea why. I'd prefer not to get into further details about the following events between them as such sight haunts even me a wee bit.
 
Regardless we finally found our captive allies and freed them, then heading towards the city of Dabh to rejoin the rest of our allies and to aid in the coming battle. Something I was not looking forward to...
 
In the skuffle of the battle as we struck down the Warlord, the elf Lucid was wounded, mortally so, as we brought him to our home at the heart, the Phrat'ii slave, Slender came with us to try and save him as a loyal servant. Somewhat admirable if I'm honest.
 
As you all attempted to the best of your abilities to heal his wounds I think all of us realised that it wasn't going to happen... that we may have had to say goodbye to this poor fella who, on his death bed chose to make his final request of his life to me of all people. I did feel somewhat honoured that he thought so highly of me to have asked me to deliver his dying words to his old man, then again, its likely more related to the company we keep. Who knows...
He did ask something that hurt to answer a wee bit. He asked if I would do whatever I could to save him, which I had to be honest with him and tell him no, and they I refused to compromise my beliefs to help him, as it had been revealed that Slender had managed to smuggle a soul from the phrat'ii camp and planned to give it to Lucid. A heinous crime against nature, and an abominable act of truly the most vile sort.
 
Gurvel and I once again found ourselves in agreement about the use of the soul as a method of restoring life to lucid, in steadfast refusal. Yet the rest of our merry little band of fuck wits deigned to lower and debase ourselves as a collective to save this man rather than allow him to die with the honour and dignity that we should all be so lucky to die with.
They tried a few scheming tricks to distract us in an attempt to use the soul with no objection or attempted prevention from either of us. They clearly succeeded at distracting the oaf.
I however refused to be dissuaded from my task, and demanded the soul be given to me, not for destruction but purely to prevent its use till an agreement had been reached.
 
Unfortunately I too had been deceived, ad behind my back Mura and Slender had worked together to administer the true soul to him, while I was left holding what was little more than a large marble. The Cowards, they have shamed themselves and me with them. This is an unforgivable transgression as far as I am concerned. For which Slender paid a heavy price at the hands of gurvel, who found no objection from me.
 
They will all be held to account one day. And that fookin elf will not be getting any god damn aid from me.
If death claims him, it will right the scales of nature that stand currently unbalanced. I however will not balance them, as I am no murderer.
 
I'm not sure how much longer I can tolerate brazen recklessness like this for.
I Cannae wait for this tsk to be over so I can be free of them.
 
My greatest apology for leaving soon soon after arriving, but duty does indeed call.
 
I hope to return to you soon,
 
Yours,
Arthom