To Lady Heidmarch,
My name is Raxus, an initiate of the Society of growing reputiaton. During my initial training, it was I who fearlessly delivered letters between Pathfinders; it was I who single-handedly peeled tens of potatoes without a single casualty; and it was I who. All jokes aside, my Lady, I would like to have your attention to recount my mission to the Sanos Forest last week, as it is much more exciting than kitchen duty.
The mission was a success; we brought the supplies to the outpost and then rescued said outpost, and indeed all of Varisia, from the threat of an undead horde.
This horde was led by a tiny necromancer who made his home in the forest. His goal was to turn all of the woodland creatures into his undead army. Pegasi, owlbears, even porcupines could not escape the curse of unlife this vile little man sought to spread. Sadly, a few of these creatures had to be euthanized before we could stop the necromancer. Moreover, one of our comrades fell rescuing Dinelletter from a pair of reanimated owlbears, a testament to the selflessness of each member of our order. The eagle was buried and given a service fit for a Venture-Captain. As best we could do in a forest cursed with unlife and eccentric Gnome druids, mind you.
Thus, I am pleased to inform you the forest is once again now safe, and Dinneletter’s larder full of wine and cheese. In addition, a young Half-Elf named Narcisco will travel to Magnimar to aid the Society in whatever way he can. I am sure he has had enough of living off the land with an insane Gnome barking even more insane orders at him, as he thanked me endlessly during our return trip.
My Lady, I’ve come to enjoy the life of a Pathfinder; adventure at every turn, and new faces to share in the glory on every such adventure. I was thrilled to travel with some experienced Pathfinders for a change. I learned a lot from the wizard Gandalf and this Manfred Magnus fellow. Gandalf’s mastery of the arcane arts was a sight to behold, and I learned how to better direct my pet wolf in combat with the aid of Manfred. Though I might add, Manfred is the most insufferable Pathfinder I have ever met. Tell me, was Magnus born like that, or did he learn arrogance and boastful exaggeration at some school for the silver-spoon-fed? His contempt for all life other than his breaks the spirit of the Society's fundamental rule, "co-operate". And I swear his stories are as true as the sun rises at night. One such example was when we encountered a faerie dragon who threatened to loose his stone giant on us. It was I who reasoned with the creature by saying we were tasked with seeking it out by the druid researcher Dinneletter. Subsequently, the entire journey home, Magnus regaled us with the tale about how his mighty cleaving words forced the dragon to call off his great golem guard and obey our every command. Moreover, he denigrated and belittled everyone of us at one point or another.
I assure you, any report from this man, while intriguing and riveting I am sure, will fail to recount how the group worked together as a team. Sword, scroll, and lore, seamlessly integrated into one efficient, battle-hardened, silver-tongued group who will no doubt have many volumes in the Pathfinder Chronicles.
In closing my Lady Heidmarch, your group led a successful campaign in service to the Society, and I hope you will consider me for many more missions across the Inner Sea.
Your Humble Servant and Faithful Pathfinder,
Raxus Firebrand
