By the time this letter finds you I may very well be dead. Strange things are occurring in Aegredel, and in Ardismouth most of all. Since the death of His Majesty, King Valorian Aidewel, the city has fallen into a state of unrest. People have been disappearing, those who have been found have been killed in horrific ways. Word from beyond the city walls has told of monstrous creatures ravaging the countryside. Here in the city martial law has been declared and men and women are being taken from their homes on charges of treason with little explanation and no warning.
Just days after King Elaurd’s coronation he brought guards to the library and demanded that we give him the book that our order of librarians have been charged with protecting. The king is changing, he is more bold and less interested in reading. At times I catch him muttering to himself as if he were in conversation with another. Most concerning of all is that the worse the kingdom fares, the happier the King appears.
I am fleeing Beklor Keep, which I have called my home almost as long as I can remember. I dare not share more than this in a letter, for I fear it will be intercepted before departing the city. For the sake of all of us, stop the chaos and destruction befalling us. If you do not, I fear the word may not recover.
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