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''Horatio's Childhood Home''
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''A Letter Received''
  
 
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You find yourself walking down the familiar path of rough pavers that leads to your old home. Memories of your past come swelling up as you near your old abode. You continue along, up the steep hillside that you used to slide down during winter. You hear no laughter now, however. You see no smiling faces as you once did.
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The sun is setting on the sprawling city of Sulta Ixen, but the city still teems with life and trading. Every spot in the harbor is full, with a line of ships anchored outside of the city, waiting to gain entrance.
  
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You turn the final bend, but instead of the large and slightly dilapidated manor of your youth, you see only overgrown rubble. Time seems to slow down as your investigative instincts kick in. You begin to narrow in on details, of which 3 stand out more than anything else:
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In the Palace of the High Sultan, towering over the rest of the city, the magical fires erupt in their wall sconces, giving off a tremendous amount of both heat and light. It's as if nighttime is not even falling within the palace's walls.
  
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A man can be seen rushing down one of the halls of the palace, carrying in his hand a scroll case. Its contents are unknown. He reaches the end of the hallway where two large dragonborn are standing, clad from head to toe in glistening red and yellow armor. The man kneels before the imposing figures and hands them the scroll case. One of them takes it then waves him away.
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# Some bits of wood are nestled in the tall grass.
 
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# A reddish brown object lies in the grass nearby.
 
  
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You immediately move to the rubble, where you discover that some sort of activity occurred here recently, probably 2 months ago. Someone was rummaging through the rubble. You look a bit closer and see boot prints in the dirt. Boot prints that match your own.
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On the other side of the door is the High Sultan himself, Enil Nile. He sits on his balcony, overseeing the city, when the scroll case is handed to him by one of his dragonborn guards. He opens it, and pulls from it a letter. It is written in his native tongue, Draconic, which is odd enough to catch him by surprise.
  
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Afterward, you investigate the bits of woods. They are charred on the ends. Fire must have caused all this destruction. Judging from the amount of moss on the wood, it was about a year ago that it happened.
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Enil reads through the letter silently as the dragonborn stands next to him, staring off into the distance. When he gets to the end, his heart skips a beat. "Who delivered this letter?" he asks the guard in their native language.
  
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Finally, you move to the reddish brown object. It is rust, entirely covering a metal box with a small door that has completely disconnected from it. You recognize the box. It was a safe that Lady Raine, the caretaker, kept in her personal chambers. A safe which, try as you might, you never were able to gain access to. The safe has a false back that is unopened. You lift it to find some still-hidden treasure inside. It is a silver-chained necklace with a pendant made out of deep red spinel cut into the shape of a dragon in flight. You estimate the worth to be about 1,000 gold.
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"An Auroran Messenger," the dragonborn responds.
  
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Not far from the safe, the glint of metal catches your eye. You walk over to inspect it and find that the metal is the blade of a sword, broken in half. This is the bottom half, but it has no hilt. Judging from its position, it was ejected from the safe when the safe was discarded. Whoever opened the safe didn’t care about it enough to keep it. Putting two and two together, you pull from your belongings the sword hilt that you have held on to all these years. The bottom half of the blade snaps into it perfectly.
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Enil pauses for a few moments, his face growing red. "First they kidnap her," he says, still in Draconic. "And then they force her to write this letter." The High Sultan stands from his seat and walks inside, over to his desk. He places the letter down. "Send word to Hector and Riverlake. Tell them they are moving too slowly. Then ready the troops, we leave at sunrise."
  
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You spend a bit more time investigating the area, but find nothing else of note. Finally, you decide to leave, after bidding farewell to the place you once called home.
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The dragonborn leaves the room immediately.
 
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Revision as of 21:17, 9 June 2020

Outtro

A Letter Received

The sun is setting on the sprawling city of Sulta Ixen, but the city still teems with life and trading. Every spot in the harbor is full, with a line of ships anchored outside of the city, waiting to gain entrance.

In the Palace of the High Sultan, towering over the rest of the city, the magical fires erupt in their wall sconces, giving off a tremendous amount of both heat and light. It's as if nighttime is not even falling within the palace's walls.

A man can be seen rushing down one of the halls of the palace, carrying in his hand a scroll case. Its contents are unknown. He reaches the end of the hallway where two large dragonborn are standing, clad from head to toe in glistening red and yellow armor. The man kneels before the imposing figures and hands them the scroll case. One of them takes it then waves him away.

On the other side of the door is the High Sultan himself, Enil Nile. He sits on his balcony, overseeing the city, when the scroll case is handed to him by one of his dragonborn guards. He opens it, and pulls from it a letter. It is written in his native tongue, Draconic, which is odd enough to catch him by surprise.

Enil reads through the letter silently as the dragonborn stands next to him, staring off into the distance. When he gets to the end, his heart skips a beat. "Who delivered this letter?" he asks the guard in their native language.

"An Auroran Messenger," the dragonborn responds.

Enil pauses for a few moments, his face growing red. "First they kidnap her," he says, still in Draconic. "And then they force her to write this letter." The High Sultan stands from his seat and walks inside, over to his desk. He places the letter down. "Send word to Hector and Riverlake. Tell them they are moving too slowly. Then ready the troops, we leave at sunrise."

The dragonborn leaves the room immediately.

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