Aelar's Letter

To whom it may concern: Please forward this letter to any member of the Woodsinger clan in Harkenwood forest, past the White river.
Or bring that letter to Fallcrest on King's road and give it to Leleth Snow, daughter of Lord Faren Markelhay and she will forward it further.
You can expect a reward of a gold piece or its equivalent in food or lodging if you bring that letter intact to its final destination or any part of it for any correspondng milestones.

Dear Mother, dear Father, and possibly, dear cousin Leleth.
I sincerely hope that this message finds you well as I have seem some troubling developments in the world outside our dear mother forest and hope that these haven't caught up with you.
Although I am confident that you would be able to cope with many an assaillant, as our old saying goes: "A hunter forwarned has his arrow already notched".
But first let me tell you what happened to me since I left the ancestral forest: Leleth and I went all the way to Fallcrest where she met the one that we never discussed.
Surprisingly, everything went well and we were offered the charge of guards as his personal armigers. That kept us occupied for some time before we got enrolled in various adventures.
Tne first one allowed us to find some new companions in arms during a Goblin attack in a tavern. This was the first of a long straight of increasingly tenacious fights with Goblins,
but also Hobgoblins, Kobolds, cultists, skeletons, and even later demons.
Fortunately, these companions are powerful allies and some belong to races I had only heard through our songs and lore:
- A Tiefling, some sort of fiercely-looking horned human, called Messoria, with a greatly skilled swordwomanship and a loyalty without a fail.
Gifted with powers that turn a fight always to our advantage.
- The half sister of Leleth, a very stunning lady for a human. She accompanied us in one or two adventures and she seem to arbor unnatural powers.
- A Dragonborn called Arjhan, some sort of scaly ogre who I proudly count as my friends before he succumbed to an ambush in a dark dungeon. May his scales rest in peace in the hall of Bahamut.
These dragonborn come across as sturdy lads but seem to be falling like the arms of a willow on a dry summer. Ghesh, another one of these fellows lost his life in similar unfortunate circumstances.
Maybe it's just that some God doesn't like them very much and sends fateful wishes their way... we'll never know.
The latest addditions to our merry band of adventurers are Andraste, the elegant Eladrin and Hengist, a human, both very battle hardened and skilled in turning a doomed battle
into a debacle for the enemy.
I have learned more in these past few months than I ever had since I was able to walk and track my first hare. And although I miss you terribly as well as our forest and our tribe,
I enjoy immensely the excitement in my life.
But enough of writing about myself. The crux of this missive is to bring to your attention towards the increasing insistence and presence of many forces of evil in the entire Nentir vale and as a result,
the wind of war and suffering that may reach the branches of our beloved forest of Harkenwood.
Be, more than ever, wary of the Daggerburg goblins and maybe species even more noxious from further afield and who could venture in our mother land.
I don't know when they will strike but I can only be sure of their inexorable rise. Prepare yourselves and prepare our tribe.

I hope that these fateful news do not obscure the ray of joy in your hearts. Enjoys your walks in the ferns and the orchards as if I was stepping beside your tracks.
I will come back one day, hopefully soon. And in the meantime, I will watch my back and keep my arrows straight as if you were there to do it for me.

Farewell,
Your son, Aelar.