Father,
I can't help but think sometimes I am missing something important. What began as a search for clues to our past here on Thestra has taken a darker turn. At times I fear I have lost my grip on what is true, yet, at others, I begin to understand that perhaps I am the sole holder of a truth that has been hidden from us.
Two of my associates have disappeared. We had begun work on a second message drawn on this fabulous silky cloth. Upon cleaning and preparing the scroll, they excused themselves. An hour later, we looked for them, turning up nothing. Their personal effects are still here, but of them, we have heard nothing.
Despite this alarming setback, we continue as though nothing has happened. It is important that we not show our troubles to our hosts. The people here in the village always keep watch upon us - as I have said before. The mayor, a halfling fellow named Grimbo, actually asked us point blank if we could leave the village and find some other place to stay. After paying him some few shillings, he left again, but I fear he will return with more demands.
I note your silence again. Is one letter from you all I will receive out here?
Your faithful son
Part Two Translation ("Zenya" and "Boogenhagen" of the Official Vanguard Forums): A week has passed. My camp is made and my supplies are well hidden. While no one seems to have ever visited here I deem it nu-s-n to fall back on my training as a soldier and prepare a defensible camp. This desert is many days in any direction and the crater itself spans a dozen leagues but I still seek my own safety as first in my mind. My solitude is absolute. It makes me wonder if I have not been honored but abandoned instead. Though, instead of nattering on about my fears and my camp I should relate my fist great find. The fallen star crater which is commonly thought to be a shallow muddy lake is actually as dry as a dragon's heart. From afar the action of sun on the dry ground has created an illusion greater and stronger than that any smallfolk illusionist could conjure forth. There is no water in the crater but glass.The crater is made of glass and the sunrays make it seem as muddy water from afar.
Looking back on yesterday's words I know what thoughts you must have. This craterglass is not the glass our blowers back home make but a rough black and green glass that forms in large flowing drifts like a river turned to black ice. Sometimes in my dreaming mind I can imagine that the glass may have been made from the very rock itself. Imagine such a thing as that.
In the center of this crater is --------------. I will write more on this later.
Submitted by
Nocte
Date
1/20/06
Source
Vanguard: Saga of Heroes Web Lore
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