My dearest brother,
Father was right. I discounted his ravings at first, but now I have reason to believe everything.
A few months ago, in one of his brief moments of peace, he told me of a place some distance from Ashenport where he had made a discovery. There is a cave, cut into the side of a hill, inside of which he discovered writings in a proto-script that he did not recognize. In the following years, he deciphered these glyphs, which he read for me:
“She wept, her tears shed to preserve what she could,
On the threshold of ruin, alone there she stood,
The enemy came, driving fear and decay,
One glyph resisted translation and he concluded must be the name of the subject of the inscription.
He asked that I look into this and see what I can discover, as his condition prevented him from investigating further. After father’s death, I grew curious, visited the site and found the inscription myself. It appeared that the ceiling of the passage had given way, and what appeared to be a shallow cave actually went much deeper. I pushed as far as I dared, and what i discovered, well, he was right. The artwork i found, mosaics of crystal and metal, gave accurate depictions of the creatures that father was so terrified about. The creatures of smoke, with fire for eyes and skin like a slick of oil. The men of shadow, their eyes black, using shadows as their cloaks. Above them all, driving them away, was the image of a woman, her eyes as bright as the sun, with tears running down her face.
Please, come and meet me in Ashenport as soon as you can. I need your help, for father’s sake.
Perhaps for the sake of us all.
[Submitted by Ornir]