Ascensions Gate

Letter to Home 3

Dearest Lucille,

Forgive my delay in writing, as you may expect by now, I was on a great quest! Our mercenary company received a call for aid from the small town of Hillborough. It appeared that the orcs of the Blacktooth Grin Clan had been ravaging the countryside, eliminating small hamlets near the town. It looked like Hillborough was next! I must remind you that the Blacktooth Grin Clan was the very same clan that our ancestor betrayed over a century ago.

We investigated the town and discovered that a strange man in Morlian armor was seen before the attacks began. We were able to piece together that the orcs were attacking because they felt that the people of Hillsborough had violated a treaty banning them from having weapons or armor, all because of this Morlian solider. We decided that this man was no doubt part of a larger attachment and we set out to find were the Morlians were. We went to the orcs first in order to plead that they cease their attacks. Unfortunately, the orcs would only grant us an audience with their leader Thorgrak after a brutal trial by combat. We were forced to fight our way through the tribe that was present and we bested them all! I am proud to say that we did not fell any of them fatally and we could speak to the old, blind orc Thorgrak. I must confess my prejudice, because I was amazed by this creature’s wisdom. He understood our plea and believed we could find the Morlians west of his tribe.

We sought out the Morlian force with Thorgrak’s aid and found that it was no small force. A large outpost had been created in the scrublands, no doubt to serve as a starting point for some terrible campaign. We assaulted the outpost and faced dozens of soldiers with several magatech creatures. I must say that things looked grim several times, but we overcame the villains and met their leader, Sergeant Bromier of Mercer. Bromier gloated about his commander’s plans to conquer the land and, though we offered surrender, he fought us brutally. He defeated him and his retinue and the Outpost was ours.

I regret to say that there were no survivors at the Outpost, due to my companion Ghaul Thu’s rage. As a half-ogre, the Morlians committed a lifetime of wrongs to he and his people. It may be his right to revisit this hatred on them at any opportunity. I don’t feel it is my place to stop him, they would likely do worse to us if given the chance. I wish he would stop, but as of yet I don’t think I should step in. Indeed, several of my companions (I dare say all of them) are of vastly different ideologies and have committed acts I would consider bloodthirsty. Dottenlieg relishes in burning is victims to death and no doubt Reesa would gladly shred unarmed men with her claws if they were vile enough. I am wrong to judge these people because my hands are not free of blood and particularly because of what happened on our return to Itoni.
When we returned, I left the party to return to the Blacktooth Grin Clan. I returned alone and sought an audience with Thorgrak. I was granted such and met with him alone. I confessed that my people, the Sinclairs, had done a great wrong to his people and that I was on a great quest to redeem our line in the eyes of the world. I surrendered to his will and told him if he wished to strike me down I would not resist. The blind warrior laughed and appeared pleased. He said it took courage to appear before him in such a manner. He confessed he could not grant me forgiveness to me as it was not his place as a servant of the god once wronged. But he would tell of my courage to all who would listen and how I had “barred my throat” to him for redemption.

When I returned, I was surprised that my companions were upset that I had vanished for several days. I arrogantly lashed out at them saying they wouldn’t understand, but I quickly saw that I was wrong. Ressa is half-dragon for heaven’s sake, and it takes honor to bear the word of a god like Dottenlieg. They were generally concerned for me and understood. I learned a great deal about them and about my quest. Perhaps our honor will not be won by great deeds, but by wisdom.

It’s a start anyway.

Looking to the West,


Letters to Home 2

Dearest Lucille,

Please forgive my delay in writing. I mean to write often, but I have been caught up in a grand adventure! I’m trying to decide where to begin!

After the treachery at the mining facility, we returned to Itoni with the skree. Our first adventure went so well that we decided to form a mercenary group: The Flames of Vengeance. A dramatic name, but one that may be fitting. Fazhul and his mate Jehzarelli own a magic shop in the city and offered us to use it as a home base. It seemed like a good way to earn some coin and, more importantly, renown.

We did not have to wait long for a job. A retainer of the Marquis of Blades, one Sir Miles, came pleading for assistance. His daughter had vanished in the night and he desperately sought her return. A man of good standing, he promised a substantial reward. Truly, rescuing an innocent maiden would be worth it alone of course.

We investigated the disappearance and found a terrible pattern. There had been a string of murders in the district of Itoni close to the home of the wizard Corvex. This strange man was reputed to be a powerful mage and had bizarre powers. He was rumored to be a student of the grand wizard Zazel, a terribly powerful wizard in his own right. The murders were of psychic sensitive youths and all evidence pointed to Corvex being behind them in some way.

During our investigation, we fought a poor man that was in the grip of total madness. We were able to subdue him, but tragically we were unable to save his wife. His mind recovered, the man led us to the sewers of Itoni where we were attacked by a gang of wererats. After a brutal fight, we defeated them and the last remaining rat led us to Corvex’s lair.

We moved into Corvex’s stronghold and encountered terrible, otherworldly horrors. These creatures were beings from the Far Realms that fed on misery and caused madness with a touch. We discovered that Corvex had been summoning these creatures, drawing them from the reaches of the Far Realm by torturing psychic sensitives. I will not describe the manner in which these people were tortured; it was perhaps the worst thing I have ever encountered. We found his journal and from that we gleaned his plan. Corvex sought to draw more and more of these creatures across the barriers between here and the Far Realms. The more creatures he drew, the easier it would be to draw in more powerful entities. Eventually, Corvex planned to summon some deranged god from the Far Realms, one he referred to as The Outsider. We had to stop him!

Corvex was no where to be found in his lair. Through he notes he guessed that he would return to Sir Mile’s house in order to complete his torture of the young girl. We were able to convince the guards to let us in, for Sir Miles was acting very strange. We rushed to his bed chamber and found Corvex there with a host of his creatures. Corvex had enthralled Sir Miles and was at work brutalizing his daughter. Corvex mocked us and immediately attacked us with his beasts. We faced them and destroyed the alien monsters and subdued Sir Miles. Corvex was beaten and he knew it. At his last moment he cried out for assistance. Lord Zazel answered him! The powerful wizard appeared before us and his student. He was maddening to behold, I dare not describe him for my quill may fail me. Apparently disappointed with Corvex, Zazel slew him with a whispering of terrible magic. He said little to us and vanished.

Sir Miles recovered. His daughter is in need of clerical aid. Miles has enough money, she should be restored. I hope so anyway, it would be terrible otherwise. She was innocent of wrong doing and had been the target of a despicable beast. I guess this adventure was half of a success; we saved Sir Miles and perhaps saved Itoni itself. If the girl recovers, I would venture it was a complete success.

Lucille, I hope you are well. Please, keep the home fires burning. Avoid my brothers as much as you can.

Looking to the west,


Letters to Home 1
Ramos Sinclair

My Dear Lucille,

Good morrow, cousin. I hope this letter finds you well. I know it has been months since I left to cross the desert. I have not forgotten how mad you were at me and I still implore your understanding. Perhaps you can’t fully understand due to your luck of not sharing my family name though we are of blood. I do not mean that as the insult my brothers so frequently imply, but I need you to know that I have left your company to redeem our blood! It must be so, we cannot live in disgrace any longer. We both know that Marcus and Nicholas care not of honor or good and scoff at my quest. I only regret leaving you with their wicked company.

I did indeed cross the desert with ease, no doubt due to Shalla-dune smiling upon me. Indeed my travels were unchallenged until I reached the Free Cities. It was there that I found conflict! I stumbled upon an ambush, where servants of the Elven King were attacking a Skree and a collection of people. I joined the fray and together we were able to fight off the attack. Joined together by our battle, our party offered aid to the Skree Fahzul. He offered us a chance to earn some gold by aiding him in recovering an artefact known as the Heart of Vermael. Indeed it was rumored to be the heart of that terrible red dragon from the War of Ascension! We agreed, myself and others to prevent the Elven warriors from obtaining it while other members of our party sought only the gold.

We sought out an ancient tomb of one of Karne’s terrible Scions. Her tomb had been desecrated by foul undead and a number of evil creatures had made the tomb their lair. I will say that the battle was foul and exhausting, I myself fell several times. I am thankful for my new friends, without them I would have surely perished. We faced the tormented spirit of the Scion warrior and were able to put her to rest. There we recovered the Heart, only to later be betrayed by Fahzule’s sister! We tracked the foul Skree back to her camp where we slew her, her minions and Brown dragon hatchling! We were able to recover Fahzul and his mate as well as the Heart of Vermaell.

We’ll be leaving before mid-morning and I wanted to quickly write to you. I hope to find a caravan traveling to the Concordant and offer them some gold to bring it to you. I will continue to write to you as I continue on my path. Already my journey has lead me to great trials as well as troubling reflections. Is there some darkness in our blood and not just our name? Lamount Sinclair was a hero, his grandson a scoundrel. Which path is set for me?

Looking to the West,


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