It is my hope that this letter finds you well. The sword this messenger bears you was forged in the fires which raged after the First War. Bone, blood, and magic all were sacrificed to its making, that it may grant its bearer one gift: to raise again their fallen comrades from the field. Twelve times twelve soldiers might you raise in this manner.
It is my wish that you turn it against a great enemy of ours which has been subdued at Redgate, when the battle which looms has become another number to your victories.
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My Darling,
It is my hope that this letter finds you well. The sword this messenger bears you was forged in the fires which raged after the First War. Bone, blood, and magic all were sacrificed to its making, that it may grant its bearer one gift: to raise again their fallen comrades from the field. Twelve times twelve soldiers might you raise in this manner.
It is my wish that you turn it against a great enemy of ours which has been subdued at Redgate, when the battle which looms has become another number to your victories.
With Great Affection, The Shadow Lady