Priestess Velothi,
You or whoever’s reading this, I need your help. Well, that’s a stupid thing to write, of course you’re reading this, you wouldn’t be staring at a piece of paper and not read it, would you?
Not unless you’re illiterate or mad. Not “angry” mad but “I clip my toenails with a fork” mad. You get what I mean.
Point is, I think I’ve found it. The Mask of Sotha Sil, in Kagrenzel, a Dwarven labyrinth with a surprsingly high vowel count. It’s high up on the Velothi Mountains, and you’re a Velothi too! Funny how that works out.
There’s just one problem. I caught myself in some contraption, and now I’m not sure where I am. We’ve decided to make camp here, and have one of the mercs I hired find help. He can’t write or read or put together a coherent thought, but that’s why I’m giving him this letter.
Really, I should have just taken the mask and left the orb. You’d think I’d know better than to fall for a trap that obvious. But the orb was glowing and cute and looked kind of lonely.
Side note, if you come rescue me, DO NOT touch the orb.
This book was included in Ghost of The Tribunal from the Creation Club