I know I'm not the smartest, and everyone knows I hate books. So someone please read this for me and help me go over the finer points?
Guildmaster Kaylee
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@Dire-Rabbit said in Letter to Various Organizations - Adventurer's Guild, Justicars, Auxilaries, House of Ash, House Delzuld:
Salutations,
I write this not as a would-be hero, nor as someone seeking glory. I write as a historian. As someone who has spent years sifting through dust and ruin for meaning. And I write with the quiet conviction of one who knows what happens when warnings are ignored.
I will not pretend every assertion here is infallible. I would be offended if it were taken as such. But I have done my utmost to base my findings on fieldwork, first-hand observation, recovered texts, and artifacts—especially within the ruins of Anauria, which remain my primary focus.
The evidence I present is incomplete, yes, but it is real. And it must be shared with those capable of taking action.
The entity known as the Azure Flame is not a mere regional threat.
It is not an orc chieftain or conjured beast. It is something older, more insidious, and almost certainly psionic in origin—reaching out through dreams, animating corpses not with necromantic energy but as a puppeteer would pull strings. This is no speculation: we’ve seen the icy flame that erupts from those touched by it. We’ve seen the dreamscape it projects—a whispering void of thoughts not our own.
The Flame names itself Zerelestria, a name with root similarities to Thorassian, a proto-common tongue. Its origins may stretch as far back as the psionic empire of Jhaamdath, whose influence extended across the Sea of Fallen Stars. House Nemrin—an Anaurian noble house—had trade connections in that region. From what records we’ve recovered, they purchased vast quantities of magical glass—specifically from arcane tinkerers associated with locksmiths and keymakers.
Why? I believe the glass was used in its binding.
The Flame is currently imprisoned somewhere within a fortress in the Stormhorn Mountains—seen in divination as a crystal of ice, a woman sealed within, chained to a roaring blue fire.
This imprisonment is not metaphorical. It is real.
The sealing was the work of two Netherese mages: Assie Nemrin and Niquie Nithilental. They were not just researchers, but binders of secrets. Their warding methods do not seem to follow traditional arcane practices. And yet, somehow, they succeeded—likely blending arcane theory with technologies recovered from before the collapse.
There are two figures who may be central to the seal:
- Shaddara the Fair, last Princess of Anauria.
- Or a woman named Peyana, referenced in records tied to Assie himself.
Either may be the vessel—or part of the prison.
There is also evidence, albeit circumstantial, that the Flame may be the soul or consciousness of a sapphire dragon. These dragons are known for their immense psionic abilities, and their minds are believed to survive physical death under the right conditions. The icy nature of the Flame, combined with the scale of influence and power displayed, is consistent with such an origin.
Its goal is clear: it wants to return “home.”
If that means a physical homeland—perhaps Jhaamdath—then we may have time to prepare. But if “home” means a planar return, if it intends to use the Goldfeather Ward—a sealed nexus point connected to the ancient Tethgardian portal network—then the stakes become catastrophic.
The Goldfeather Ward is not just a wall. It is a keystone. If breached, the Material Plane could be flooded with anything from anywhere. It would be the end of borders. Of strategy. Of meaningfully stopping anything.
And we are running out of time.
The orc warlord known as Avalanche now holds a key—literal or figurative—that leads to the prison. She does not yet know the path. But she will. The Flame is guiding her. It has patience. It has subtlety. It has reach.
I call upon you not to panic—but to organize.
My strength lies in research and in memory, not in swordplay. I cannot lead a charge. But I can outline the shape of the threat we face, and I have.
Now we need leaders—strategists, communicators, defenders. People who can coordinate efforts, protect the innocent, and act with wisdom.
If you can rally others, make yourself known.
If you can scout, fight, sabotage, or simply support—make yourself known.
This will not be a glorious battle. It will be a slow, terrible struggle with no audience and no guarantee of thanks. But it will be necessary. And I will ensure every name, every effort, every spark of resistance is recorded and remembered.
Deneir willing, we will not go quietly.
In shared vigilance,
~Selwyn Kelygen
Mendicant Cleric of Deneir