Kuthona 4713
Thonolan to Goody Niska

From Thonolan to Goody Niska


Public Notice
Kuthona 4713

Seen on the public notice board in Haven—


Public Notice
Neth 4713

Seen on public notice boards throughout Sylvangarde:


Lamashan 4713
Lord Miliken to Goody Niska

From Lord Miliken of Haven to Goody Niska

Posted in Haven Town Square, Rova 4713


Perlivash, cat-sized faerie dragon:

And then, on the the next King’s Men adventure:

Guard Duty: Its a big Duty!

Letter to Lord Vors, Lamashan 12

My Lord,

As ever, I hope this missive finds you well. There seems never to be a dull moment around here. We continue to make progress little by little. Haven and Tatzlford are developing steadily, and we are expecting to formally incorporate Oleg’s trading post within a few months. Normally, I do not approve of expanding our territory faster than our growing infrastructure can keep up, but I feel it is past time that I gave Oleg the official support that he deserves, as for all his gruff exterior, he and his wife have been good to me this past year.

Now that I think of it, sometimes it is amazing to realize that it has already been over a year since I first set out from Brevoy. So much has happened—most of it beyond my wildest imaginings. I could not have imagined, when I first left the north, that I would be charged with the ordering of an entire sovereign territory, particularly one as…diverse, as this one has proven to be. I certainly could not have imagined that I would now be happily wed to such a lovely, beautiful, and talented woman as Coriella. Over all, it has been strange, unlikely, yet wonderful—a phrase which could describe the current course of Sylvangarde as a whole, in addition to my marriage. The future is unknown, but for now I am pleased to see that my tiny little realm has drawn to it a number of people who are as diverse in their origins and makeup as they are united in purpose. They came here looking for better lives and better opportunities, and to that end have come together to overcome many unprecedented challenges. I like to imagine that the people here share my vision of a community built upon mutual trust and cooperation.

I will be forever grateful that everyone put their trust and faith in me as I made the unorthodox decisions that have shaped Sylvangarde since its founding. Giving full recognition to all non-hostile sentient beings within our bounds, such as fey and kobolds, has certainly caused much head-shaking and incredulity, but in recent months I have seen firsthand the wonderful fruit of those decisions, and a (pleasantly) surprising outpouring of support from the citizenry regarding them. I hope that I have not yet exhausted everyone’s patience, however, as I fear I am not stopping there. As I write this, I have just concluded negotiations with a tribe of lizardfolk to the south. Their ways are still strange to me, but Coriella seems to know much about them, and their leader is surprisingly erudite, so I have little fear in dealing with them.

I must say, every such diplomatic victory bolsters my hope. Our fey allies have proven invaluable to the overall defense of the realm, and the kobolds have proven to be an unexpected economic boon. As our mining operations develop, that should prove all the more true. Now, with the peaceful contact with the lizardfolk, we have simultaneously removed a potential threat and gained yet another unlikely ally. Though they are not yet encompassed within our claimed territories, and would likely retain their sovereignty in any case, and I could not command them, they will likely prove a deterrent to any hostile forces or creatures from that direction, or would at the very least give us warning.

All in all, I am heartened by my experiences of the past weeks. The grand experiment proceeds apace, and though we yet have much work to do, I am confident that we will meet the coming challenges with all the tenacity and vigor of those who know they work toward something greater than themselves. Thus, my Lord, I wish to leave you with hope. Until next time, be well, my Lord.


PS: The young swordswoman who recently came from Medvyed, Arturia, has proven herself to be a loyal and scarily competent companion. Between her and Coriella, I feel remarkably secure. I do hope that you are not depleting Medvyed of all such exceptional young men and women!

Rova 9, 4714

My lord,
As always, I hope this finds you well. I am sorry to hear that matters at home have occupied your attention to such a degree. I admit, I have had scant opportunity to keep up with current events in Brevoy, but I had hoped (rather optimistically, I suppose) that political matters there would improve after I had left.

Perhaps this letter and the news it bears will serve to divert you more pleasantly.

Firstly, I must say that I was struck quite speechless when I discerned the nature of your exquisite gift of the past month. I had not known that such a thing was in your possession, and I can only guess at the possible repercussions of your bequeathing such a thing to me. I shall simply say that I am grateful on behalf of the people in my care, honored by your continued trust in me, and humbled by your generosity. I hope only that it has not cost you overmuch to accomplish this.

As it is, I am certain that by now you have heard of the circumstances of the arrival of the item in question. (I presume my letters always arrive well after the fact). The matter was resolved quickly enough by a band of excellent fellows sent at your own behest. I think they will work out rather well, though they were a bit taken aback by Sylvangarde’s rather, ah, unique social demographic situation. Perhaps I should spread the word farther out and thus better prepare potential settlers for what they may encounter.

Another recent occurrence ended surprisingly well, though has somewhat sobering implications. An apparent itinerant minstrel named Grigori ended the territory some weeks back, and proceeded to stir up a bit of trouble among the populace. He was remarkably well-informed on many matters pertaining to events in both Sylvangarde and Brevoy, and his efforts seemed largely directed toward discrediting me personally. I have dealt with him in as humane a manner as possible, though his easy knowledge of our inner workings is both uncanny and disconcerting, and it will be looked into.

To ease your mind, I have saved the best news for last. Pray restrain your mirth, but I fear that Coriella and I are to be wed by the close of the month. I know quite well that your duties in Medvyed are legion, however I wished to personally invite you to the ceremony all the same. There are as yet no estates in Sylvangarde that may be let, and you may find the accommodations still rather rustic, but a place shall be made ready for you just the same. I do hope you are able to attend, though I should certainly understand in the event that duty and politics (if not convention) prevent it. Though the gods know that I have my misgivings, I feel that I should invite Iacobus as well. I am not certain that he would even desire to attend, but extending an invitation is, of course, the civil thing to do, and I would not wish him to feel slighted.

But there you have it. For good or ill, we all move forward. I eagerly await your reply.


Note from Lord Vors to Melchior

I apologize for my remiss correspondence, Melchior. Family affairs have kept me from being properly attentive even to those I have the strongest wish to support and encourage. You are an example to the House and have succeeded in your endeavors beyond our expectation. I have been told that the coming winter is expected to be hard. We have an item in our vault that I believe may assist you. It will create a (relatively) warm haven for five miles in every direction. Erastil guide your steps.

Desnus 8, 4714

My Lord,

My deepest apologies are in order for neglecting our correspondence. I can venture a guess as to your reassurance: administering territory is no small matter, so of course it must often take precedence. All the same, I regret allowing it to slip by. No doubt you have been waiting, both keenly and patiently, for news. So, here it is.

The past several months have been quite interesting. We had managed to dig in tolerably well before the coming of winter and, having subsequently survived that, construction of the town continues apace and spring planting is well under way. We’ve had a few setbacks here and there, but overall our fledgling settlement is developing quite nicely. Unsurprisingly, there have been scattered run-ins between settlers and local fey, but happily, most such incidents were resolved to mutual satisfaction. Whatever the new town’s residents think of my strange notions, the fey are tolerated and, for their part, do not trouble their new neighbors overmuch.

One sad incident took place some months back, and involved a tense investigation of werewolf activity. We tracked the poor beast down in short order, and attempted to cure his affliction, but it was not to be. The fellow died what I thought a tragic death, but even that could not have been more heartbreaking than learning of his victims, among whom numbered a most unfortunate little girl. It pains me even now to write of it, recalling her father’s grieving face and his rebuke. He did not blame me for his daughter’s death, and in fact evinced scorn at the suggestion that I might have some responsibility in the matter. He, and others, may be right in that. And yet…

Perhaps it is merely the naiveté of a callow youth, but I take my responsibilities to these people—my people—seriously. This town was founded on the hope of better lives, and the name it bears is an implicit promise that those hopes may be defended. I am no fool. Well, perhaps I am, at that, but I know my limits, as I come against them daily. The father’s sorrow-filled face tells me that I cannot do everything, but the daughter’s peaceful countenance tells me that I can still do better.

Forgive my impassioned pen; my heart, it seems, is still readily moved by these recent events. Fear not, as things have not been as gloomy as all that. More people arrive in town almost daily; certainly faster than houses can be built. Our young town does not yet have all the comforts of civilization, but eventually we shall have a proper road to Restov. In the meantime, farmsteads are springing up all across the countryside, as we begin truly to tame the wilderness. The winter months were a bit lean, but that was to be expected, as there was no harvest beyond the wild plants and game. The lack of income has slowed our construction efforts a bit, but we seem to be making a recovery. I must say, the people who have flocked to our banner are a brave and stoic lot. It must be borne in mind that many of them arrived at this muddy, rubble-strewn site in the middle of the godsforsaken wilderness, sight unseen, just ahead of winter’s onset. But then, I of all people have little to wonder at what drives people to seek their futures within unknown frontiers.

On the subject, I can happily relate that we have just recently incorporated one other, small settlement into our growing territory. It is a tiny hamlet that the residents named Tatzlford, presumably a nod to the pair of tatzlwyrms that Kurik, Coriella, Baelana, and myself took down some months ago. On that exact spot, I believe. I shall have to ask them why they chose to settle in such a locale. It is a lovely forest. It was a bit of a push to extend our influence all those miles through the forest in just a few months, given our resources, but I was keen on rendering assistance to Tatzlford before midsummer. Now the lands in between have been secured, and roads are being constructed. The cost of our abrupt expansion has fortuitously been mitigated by the lumber camps and sawmills we have set up in our wake. I admit, it makes me wince a bit to see that noble wood under the axe, but I believe I have managed to impress upon the people a habitual mindset of (at least) grudging reverence. A few of the aforementioned incidents involving conflict with the fey occurred, unsurprisingly, in regard to the logging. However, we have come to a proper understanding of one another, and the loggers know to curb their enthusiasm or at least to exercise discretion while at the task, so as not to incur otherworldly wrath.

I have been thinking that perhaps I ought to give more thought to expansion in other directions. Certainly, I would like to secure the lands between Haven and Oleg’s place, if for no other reason than to facilitate travel between us and Brevoy proper. Though I personally have little ambition for expansion and the acquisition of territory, the safety of my people remains paramount, and I realize that is best ensured by safeguarding nearby lands. As I represent only one of several such expeditions to these lands, I suspect the final shape of our holdings will not be overlarge. I wonder how fare the other expeditions. I have heard little of them, but look forward to making contact. Given time, we should together serve to protect one another, and the people of Brevoy, from incursions by any uncouth force from the south. It pleases me to to think that, by my efforts, I am making Brevoy safer for you as well, my lord.

Where was I? Ah yes, expansion. As I said, I would like to close the northern gap. Other directions demand attention too, however. I would like to secure more of the forest to the west, around Tatzlford, and thus guard against any hidden dangers that may yet lurk within. To the east lie mostly hill country and grassland, as well as the promise of a secure river course extending to Restov itself. However, I am at this moment a bit hesitant to move eastward, as the caverns of our friendly kobold neighbors lie not far to that direction, and I have not as yet determined how best to incorporate the kobolds into our community. While Mikmek (our magister) is a friend, and folk have tolerated him, I realize that the potential for misunderstandings would be greater with more extensive interracial contact. I know there are those who think me a fool in this, but the kobolds too are sentient creatures, no more firmly oriented toward the sinister by nature as you or I, and thus my conscience will not suffer violence to be applied unthinkingly, where a hand extended in friendship might suffice. I expect difficulty in this, but my heart tells me that we shall all be the stronger for it, in the end.

To the south lie lands even less tame than those we now inhabit. To the south, also, lie the River Kingdoms. We have,as yet, had no official contact with Mivon, though I suspect it will only be a matter of time. We will want to secure as much of the river as we can, to safeguard trade. Not that there is yet any trade to safeguard. All in due time, I suppose.

On a more personal note, you may be wondering why I am just now able to write so lengthy a letter. As it happens, in my overworked state recently I hit upon a simple solution to my lack of time and energy, and thereby acquired an enchanted ring of sustenance. Thanks to that little bauble, I now only require a mere two hours of rest each night. Coriella thinks it is her doing.

I think we will soon set out for more exploration, having accomplished much this week in our various official capacities. First, I’d like to try my hand at some magical crafting of my own. I think I’ve got the theory down.

I think perhaps I will suggest the construction of a dance hall at the next council meeting. Everyone has been so busy lately with building and farming, perhaps some dancing would raise their spirits.

I think that shall suffice for an update. As always, I hope this finds you in good health. My next letter hopefully shall not be so long in coming!



Lord Vors to Melchior Lamashan 20

My dear boy,

I cannot tell you how I empathize with your current travails. My counsel, however, is simply that, whatever your tribulations, they always seem overwhelming. Indeed, I suspect that unless one feels overwhelmed, one is not doing one’s job properly. Of course, I have not tried to govern fey before, let alone putting them in a position of such trust. I can quite see your point of view, but I believe you have many battles ahead against the prejudice of generations. Keep your spirits up, remember to keep time for yourself and let others assist you. Man alone was not meant for such burdens.

As winter closes in, I have provided some supplies that should help you and your people pass the season more comfortably. They are a gift from Iacobus, actually. I mentioned the late start your settlers got and he, quite nobly, insisted on sending a token of his esteem. He fairs well in Pitax, though I have several times invited him home to heal the breach in our little family, he feels duty-bound to remain in his position until a suitable replacement is found.

I am gratified to hear, by way of Lady Coriella, that your personal life progresses well. She is quite the earthy creature. Please convey my regards to your lady,

Lord Vors Medvyed


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