From Kuthbert, chaplain to our baron Althror
To Bertrand, priest and ecclesiastical minister for Treebridge parish
on this, the 23rd day of Ygrstund, in the 511th year of the One God

My dear friend Bertrand,

Thank you for your recent correspondence! Your research continues to enthral me. For decades, we have all believed the the fey folk of ancient Talleslund were a myth, but your findings continue to mount evidence that they really were here once. Fascinating, fascinating!

I am sure you have heard these rumours we have heard from the Barabourg nobles. Dead men walking indeed! The One God preserve us from such evil. Thankful we should be that there is no sign of these foul tidings here in Talleslund yet. But, of course, our wise baron has consulted with his aide Ikon, and together they have passed to me a number of documents from Ikon’s personal library no less, for my spiritual opinion on the veracity of the tales held within.

There are many such tales in these documents, written in ancient tongues that are taking me some time to translate. I thought I would share some of these tales with you (of course, Ikon has given me permission!) to get your opinion – perhaps your own research has some crossover?

The first such fable I have translated is that of Kandrör. Not a name I have heard before, but from what I can tell he was a wise man, who lives on one of the early northern settlements in what is now Felgard. The local people revered Kandrör for his wisdom, but feared him also, for his drive to uncover new learnings were said to anger the pagan gods the heathens worshipped in those times.

His early experiments were a success – if you can call them that. He was able to use his pagan magics to transmute wild wolves into huge riding beasts, which he used to protect the locals from invading Tabamor barbarians. He conjured flickering spirits to roam the marshes at night, and guide lost men back to safe grounds. The locals were thankful, but they feared his magics, and rightly so, for the taste of power was seductive to him. He strived to learn more and experiment more, and – well, the story appears deliberately vague here, but people began to die.

He disappeared from the lands for some time. Rumour had it that he went on an expedition north, to Nimrien – to seek an audience with the Witch-King. I am unclear as to the time-frame of this, but by my calculations this must have been when the Witch-King was still a mortal himself. This may be relevant, for we all know of the Witch-King’s attainment of immortality – if one can call undeath that. But Kandrör returned, spouting tales of eternal life, and how he could live forever, to rule and protect the folk of early Felgard.

It would seem that the people did not share his vision, and with much bloodshed caused, they turned against him and forced him off the mainland. For days, the locals saw flickering lights and arcs of lightning descend upon Tchurth Rock, a small islet off the mainland, and it was suspected Kandrör was there, conducting his bizarre experiments. Then, all of a sudden, the signs stopped. Kandrör was never seen since.

Ikon has cause to believe that Kandrör did find his eternal life, although he will speak little more of it, say to say that immortality as a human is extremely rare. And he would know, wouldn’t he! Those who seek immortality without a pure spirit descend into undeath, or so he tells me. He is concerned for what legacy Kandrör left behind, and if these ill tidings we hear from abroad might dusturb it.

If you have any thoughts on this matter, or what we could do to allay Ikon’s fears, I would welcome your wise counsel as always, my friend.

With fond regards,