I fear that there is much which I have neglected to share, due primarily to two factors. The first being a lack of effective means of communication, the second a naive hope that these matters were isolated incidents, and that everything would pass in time. It has since become apparent that the darkness which I find myself in shall grow stronger before it wanes, and I will not hide these matters from you. With this being said, I shall refrain from using any proper nouns unless you specifically ask for them.
The town in which my companions and I find myself has been beset by a band of lycanthropes led by a warlock who channels fiendish powers. This warlock attempted a foul ritual which raised an army of the dead. The undead sought to slay the townsfolk and wear their skin. They bore markings of a fiend and were capable of using magic. We discovered in time that this warlock was following the instructions of a fiend that was masquerading as the leader of the very resistance movement which had asked us for our assistance. We managed to slay the warlock, disrupt the profane ritual, and banish the fiend from whence it came with minimal innocent lives lost. However, we know that both of these dangerous foes were merely pawns.
When we first started this journey, we foiled the plans of a necromancer who was utilizing a street gang to produce and distribute some manner of foul concoction that counts among its ingredients mortal souls. It transforms those who use it into monsters with magical powers. This same concoction was being used by the lycanthropes, and we found evidence of a distribution center in another town we visited. We also found aberrant beings and a profane conjuration circle which we exorcised.
In another town, one of my companions was framed for a murder committed by a group of contract killers who bore the name of one of the Twenty Orders. They were hired to do the dirty work of a merchant who has connections to individuals whom we have crossed paths with since. They were going to take their victim’s children as well, but we managed to save them. I also suspect that these people have had a hand in the matter which we have already discussed at length.
Our enemy outnumbers us incomprehensibly. They have roots planted firmly in the colony, and I have no reason to doubt they have cohorts elsewhere as well. The individuals who we believe to be their leaders are unfathomably powerful. We interrogated one of the lycanthropes. He told us that they are fighting a shadow war. That they learned from the Kaldos Rebellion that such wars are best not done in the open. We know not what their endgame is, but they are evil. They seek to sow discord in a land already sorely lacking order. I have met so many people on our journey. They seek the means to live for themselves. So many of them want to learn and grow, but the resources do not exist. Dark forces are holding them down; exploiting them so that their own dark designs can come to fruition.
Though my heart grows heavy from the bloodshed and the sorrow, I must keep fighting. Even as the enemy appears more insurmountable with each week, we must persevere. I have seen too much to turn a blind eye. These dark deeds must be brought to light. Even though it is becoming increasingly difficult to discern the best course of action, we cannot allow ourselves to be intimidated into inaction. I fear they could be watching me at any moment. We cannot know who might be friend or foe, or how deeply the rot of the corruption spreads. We do not know the length to which they will go to hurt us. Already, I have been forced to cease contact with someone because their life had been threatened. I want you to know that I would never willingly cease responding to your messages. If I ever stop, you now know the reason.
I know that this is a lot to digest. However, I should mention that despite the darkness and depravity which I have been forced to face, this journey has not been without some light. I have met good people as well. I may even one day venture to call some of them my friends. The good souls are scattered, unorganized, and overwhelmed, but they do exist. There is so much potential for greatness that is being squandered for the personal gain of a few powerful individuals and those who follow them out of selfishness or fear.
I hope that one day, when this is all over, we can discuss everything over tea as though it were a bad dream. If you have any questions I shall do my best to answer them, though I fear that I am also in the midst of searching for answers for so many questions. My energy wanes. I shall need to rest before sending another missive. Please remain vigilant and keep yourself safe.