Tomb of Annihilation: 13
Dearest Skye,
I write again from a world of wild beauty and dangerous adventure, trusting these tales find their way to your serene soul.
We heard from Seki, Orladhall, and Azaka about their grim discovery of the Yellyark village crash site. The sight was harrowing, their catapult apparently only designed for their makeshift dwellings, not the villagers. The grisly remnants of the goblin villagers and grungs gave the scene a haunting sense of unintended consequences. Amidst this macabre setting, the only salvageable items were barrels of tej. The day ended with a somber toast to those who met an untimely end.
Back in Port Nyanzaru, Angle, Delores, De’leon, and I reveled in Wakanga’s hospitality, bathing and laundering our well-travelled clothes. The feeling of being clean, Skye, was a gift in itself. The separate quest party soon arrived and joined in our moment of luxury. We shared stories, laughter, and Seki confided his worries about Orladhall’s spaced-out spells. Azaka, our faithful guide, announced her departure. She gave us advice on potential replacements, and Delores gifted her a knitted tiger-patterned hat. I could not help but think how you would have adored it.
In the evening, we dined with Wakanga and our patron, Syndra Silvane. Her health was visibly deteriorating, but her spirit remained resilient. We recounted our adventures, and I once again inquired about Artus Cimber, met only by Syndra’s evasiveness. Wakanga suggested seeking out Zindar, the harbourmaster, to secure a ship for our journey.
Our sleep was interrupted by a messenger from the coliseum, who intrigued us with an offer to fight a mystery opponent in a special event. Despite Delores’ reservations, we agreed to participate.
Day 41 was about business. Meeting Zindar, a majestic golden half-dragon, we learnt about the hefty bounty on pirate ships disrupting the tranquility of Chult. We also inspected a sleek ship, the Brazen Pegasus, available for hire at a daily cost. Its captain warned us of a dragon turtle that required an offering of treasure to allow safe passage. We then met with Musharib, an albino dwarf guide, who agreed to guide us in exchange for help reclaiming the dwarven forge of Hrakhamar from fire newts.
We spent the morning discussing the disposal of the spell scrolls we’d received from Wakanga. The idea of selling them was tempting, but Wakanga’s monopoly made it a challenge. The black market in the city slums surfaced as a promising alternative, leading us into another labyrinth of intrigue.
Every day I yearn for you, Skye. Your gentle laughter and the soothing touch of your hand in mine. The journey is arduous and the path ahead is veiled in mystery. But I know you’re with me, a guiding star in the unforgiving jungle night. Until my next letter, my love.
Forever yours,
Mugen
