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11 Flocktime, 595 CY
Dear Connie,
The lizardfolk lair is nothing like what I expected. This tribe has been corrupted from within by the Kyuss worms; a dragon called Ilthane the Black spread them here, promising peace with its protection. The lizardfolk shaman, Hishka, promised to release their hostages if we killed their king, Shukak. So we did, and they did.
But there was another threat to the tribe’s clutch of eggs – the dragon egg that Ilthane left in their care has been corrupted. We’re keeping watch on it through the night, while Drake brews something up to kill the infection.
Marzena confirms the reports of “unkillable” undead in the hills near the swamp. She interests me, as I knew she would. I can see why Allustan likes her… but I don’t understand what’s come between them. Neither of them will talk about it! Aren’t they wizards, for St. Cuthbert’s sake? What could be so bad that it keeps wizards from doing whatever they want?
That won’t be me, Connie. I’ll find a great love someday, mark me. And when I do, nothing will come between us that can’t burn to the ground.
That reminds me. I have to be more careful in the future. I almost burned Xan!
I can’t keep my eyes open any more. Talk to you soon.
12 Flocktime, 595 CY
Drake’s solution dissolved the black dragon’s egg, sparing those of the lizardfolk. We’ve decided to travel to the Free City, to ask for an end to hostilities. Shukak was once a Free City Arena gladiator, so taking his trident to the city officials might have some clout. We might also cross paths with Auric if we sniff around the Arena. Maybe I can ask him what he knows about your murder.
When we returned to Blackwall Keep, Sam told us that a few spawn of Kyuss were loose in their basement. We agreed to clean them out, which turned out to be harder than we thought. Also, Drake drank one of the potions we’d found in the dragon’s chests, which was a Hell of a way to find out it had a Kyuss worm in it. Every vial from that hoard was made of dark glass, holding a worm inside. I’ll save mine for Allustan; he hasn’t seen a live one yet. Say what you will about Drake, but I reckon his love of drink gave him the iron guts to survive it. He also survived one burrowing through his skin…
The very thought of this “Age of Worms” gives me the chills. I wonder how widespread the Ebon Triad cult has become. I wonder what they’re doing to bring about this Age of Worms.
And I wonder if there’s anything we can do to stop it.
It keeps coming back to that, for me. I’m not interested in “doing the right thing,” especially when it’s my ass on the line. And I don’t think even Xan could find a percentage in taking these lunatics on.
But what if there’s nobody else who can do it?
We’ll head back to Diamond Lake once Allustan gets here with the garrison, which should be sometime tomorrow. Sam’s staying here, the jerk. Just when I was starting to like her…
16 Flocktime, 595 CY
Well, this is it.
We got back to Diamond Lake yesterday evening. We escorted Marzena here, per Allustan’s request; she told him what she’d told us, and they asked to be alone so he could have “time to think.” I hope he comes up with something, I really do, but I also hope they get back together. That’s just the way I am, I guess. You have to hang on to anybody who cares about you.
Today we met Allustan for lunch, and he recommended that we see Eligos, a friend of his in the Free City. He might know more about the Age of Worms. We were already considering that trip anyway, so we might as well go.
The difference is, I’m not coming back.
I said my goodbyes this afternoon to Allustan, Purple Prose, Valkus Dun, and to you. Before I left the Boneyard, I also said goodbye to Mother – how couldn’t I? – but she barely noticed I was even there. It’s like this town is as done with me as I am with it.
I plan on finding a place in the Free City when I get there. I’ll start a new life. I’ll be an all-new girl – no, an all-new woman. I’ll finally be free of this place.
But no matter who I become, you’ll always be my sister.
All my love,
Libby
