Letter from Renard Blackthorn to Darius Quarterling

Darius,

I trust this letter finds you well, and still standing firm against the tides that seek to wash away all we’ve fought to protect.

I write to you with urgent news. Word has reached me that one of the Dragonborn’s greatest weapons, the creature known as Iskandral the Frost Maw, has been grievously wounded. For the first time in years, the skies over Bogwood are clear of his shadow.

I believe there is a narrow window — brief and treacherous — during which Bogwood might be taken or at least wrenched from their full control. Not by brute force alone, but by coordinated, unified effort.

I ask if you might reach out to your kin in the Iron Wrought Mountains. If we can rally the strength of your cousins, even a limited contingent, and strike in tandem with Eastward’s rebuilding forces, we may finally throw off the Dragon’s noose from around our necks.

I do not send this letter lightly. I know well that during the darkest nights, we did what we had to — accepting the Dragonborn’s rule, sheltering under their banner for survival’s sake. It was a necessary evil to ensure the safety of our people, to preserve something to fight for when the fires ebbed.

But that season has passed.

If we wait too long, if we falter now, we may never again see a world where our children walk free. They will live under the tails of Dragons, forever.

I ask you, Darius — will you help me stir the mountain’s heart?

In resistance,

Renard Blackthorn