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-The Edge Of Reality-

Embark on a journey, unmatched by any story told prior.
Explore the Continent of Havaii, and its cultures, religions, and inhabitants.
Learn the teachings of the old and new, both ilustrious, and forgotten.
Traverse empires, meet kings, and become the legend you wish to be.

With high regard,
Dear Princess Fymroca,

It has been some time since I have been able to write, and it will seem longer still with the journey that this letter will have to embark on to reach your most venerable house. This continent is far away from the colonies, and as you know those are still a lifetime afar from our homeland of Nibercek.
I am ashamed that I was not able to dine in the Hall of the Undying with your family when I was last in Nibercek. The Hundred Highways are long and though safe, the time it took me to travel to the Defile of Empire to help your father took up all that I had. Once Lord King Roh was safe I was directed back to the coast so I could resume my duties here in the frontier.
So much is different here, Fym. There are many races and lands cramped onto the smallest of continents, all fighting for more. More land, more food, more power. They do so under the direction of their lords and religions, each claiming to hear the aspects of the Gods in their sleep, and sometimes from ancient books and prophets.
That is not to say that there isn’t merit in their rituals, little one. Never cast anyone aside for his or her beliefs, however wrong or strange. They might come to surprise you one day. When you ascend to the Throne of Many Names and sit atop its plain grey surface many dwarves will come to you with silly ideas. I beg that you remember to weigh each idea, and person, carefully.
Over here in the frontier I find that I am at a loss for words at times, for many reasons and it isn’t because I am surprised that these many peoples don’t strive every day to delve unto themselves and work out twisted logic: I do not expect them to readily cast aside their old prejudices to seek solace inside themselves, and then eventually under the gaze of the gods.
Most have it backwards, princess - even some dwarves. Let none tell you that if you first come to your god you will find yourself. Instead, you must first find yourself, and root out the evils in your heart before you can attempt to have commune with the absolute and the pure.
You asked me years ago when I last told of my travels amongst the heroes at your honorable fathers table to my sorrow, it has been that long if it was safe enough for you to come to the frontier. At the time I did not think so, and even now I cannot recommend it.
The world here is not like it is at home. In the many halls of our many cities back home we have stone doors that are wider then ten men, and taller then twenty that guard simple outposts. Crimes but those of passion are unheard of. The Hundred Highways are safe enough for a babe to travel from end to end fully fed and merry. There in Nibercek, Dragons dream next to our wise. They talk of things not of this world and mysteries that I cannot even fathom in my wildest dreams. They slip between this realm and the next, talking away in places where time has no meaning.
Here in the frontier the dead are restless, wandering the forests and the caves seeking to sate the insatiable. A warrior might put down ten, or twenty before he falls, and then his skill and prowess is added to the corruption that is in the very air here. Spiders bigger then a dwarf is wide stalk the many branches of overgrown forests, hunting the helpless and the mighty alike.
Even the living here are lost. Those with wings sleep on high cliffs, their culture decimated by our war. With a leg hanging carelessly they chide the walking-dogs known as Jackals for not being born “proper”. The Jackals, angry at their centuries long oppression beat back at those around them, both lesser creatures and greater.
In caves and in camps goblins live and multiply, stealing what they want with no repercussions and all the while the corruption spreads. Many here point their indicting fingers rightfully at the human plague. Ever since they stole into this world from their own they brought nothing but misery and despair, along with their patron god from whom this corruption spreads. However, know that only the corruption of the land comes from the humans. The corruption of culture and souls steams from the broken dam that the Faerie placed a long time ago.
As you know the Fae were once the overlords of the frontier, and under their rule some races prospered and some were oppressed. When we broke their hold like a father taking toys away from his spoiled son, all of the anger of an eon spilled across this continent. Now its creatures and people are lost in their minds.
I cannot give them direction.
I cannot police all of the ruined roads for bandits, and as long our armies are preoccupied in the Frozen North, looking for a faster way to bring supplies from a world away and trying to press against the new menace, nor can we keep them safe.
I also believe we shouldn’t. If they cannot cure themselves of their afflictions then they are not yet ready to join in the harmony of the Dominion, under the banners of your most cherished father.
Princess, I have birds to sing with and the stones to listen to. Kings demand my attention and the dead move restlessly by orders of a strange god. Armies prepare for a war that will throw this land into a chaos that will last hundreds of years. I am stretched thin trying to prevent it.
I do not ask for a different task, simply for broader shoulders. It pains me to no end to write to you now that I need something you always were my favorite of your siblings and the most clever. Please, beg your father for me to send more of the Akkjor Domka. Though the three here are more then any province back home, they are the most elite of agents and but one more would extend my reach and control infinitely farther. Maybe an escort of ten or more could ensure your safety if you so chose to journey far to come see me.
In my spare moments I find myself playing our favorite game with the blue and green pieces, and, whenever I move for you I find it is a far better move then I would have made.

With the Highest of Regards,
The Hammer of Absentminium,
The Anvil of Defile,
Champion of the Noble Court,
Your stalwart friend,

P.S. Bring a new set of pieces. Mine are worn out.

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