I<\/span><\/p>\n fell gravely ill when I was very young, though of course I don\u2019t remember any of it. My parents tell me they were traveling across the Carpendan Plains when I was four years old, and the road took them along a marshland probably not unlike this one. No magic, no curses, no ancient horrors: just a simple mosquito bite paired with everyday misfortune.<\/span><\/p>\n I couldn\u2019t help but think of that as we followed goblin tracks into the swamp, swatting at mosquitoes and flies with every step. Up above us, Nihali kept a watchful eye on the trail but the thick vegetation made seeing anything beyond its boundaries very difficult. It felt like the swamp was slowly closing in around us the deeper into the marsh we pressed.<\/span><\/p>\n If they somehow knew we were coming, we\u2019d not likely see the ambush before it was sprung.<\/span><\/p>\n As it turned out, I needn\u2019t have worried. We emerged into a clearing of sorts that revealed the village in the distance, and from where we stood on the trail it looked eerily deserted. The front gate was completely broken down, and there were no signs of activity. I asked Nihali to scout as safely as she could, and she returned in short order with an ominous report.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cNo guards. Burned bodies. Bones in the hole. Much fear.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n We approached the village cautiously and stepped into the compound. The gate had been broken down from the inside and then crushed in a stampede. Small footprints, dozens and dozens of them, told a story of a chaotic escape into the marsh. Whatever had happened here had terrified the goblins.<\/span><\/p>\n A close search of the grounds turned up a sinister explanation: skeletal footprints in the dirt, human-sized, leading into the village and back out again.<\/span><\/p>\n The charred bodies in the central pit were definitely goblins. A pigsty turned mass grave. It suggested there were still survivors here (someone had to be alive to burn and bury the dead), and we found the first of them in a small outbuilding. A half dozen goblins were cowering there in abject fear. I suddenly felt uneasy about what we were here to do. Yes, they were goblins, and yes, we knew what this tribe had done, but that did not mean it was right to slaughter them in this manner.<\/span><\/p>\n But it did not take long for the situation to change: they became hostile and violent as soon as they saw us. The fight broke out in that first building, then spread to the courtyard. It wasn\u2019t long before we were preparing an assault against the goblin chieftain\u2019s throne room.<\/span><\/p>\n I was detecting faint traces of magic inside just as Qatana smashed the door in.<\/span><\/p>\n Nearly seven years ago, on the beach in Sandpoint, she flattened Jefy Theern, breaking several of his ribs when she slammed into him. I didn\u2019t see it happen (or if I did, the concussion erased my memory of it), but this is what it must have looked like. Goblin engineering, if you can call it that, is clumsy and primitive, but that door was still barred on the inside and sturdy enough to resist entry.\u00a0 Yet, under the force of her impact, it shattered, sending a shower of splintered wood into the room.<\/span><\/p>\n Just seconds after the assault began, an explosion in the doorway confirmed that the Licktoad tribe had, indeed, found a cache of fireworks. Several of us, including the chieftain\u2019s own defenders, were enveloped in a starburst of searing, metallic powder that would no doubt have been quite beautiful from a few hundred feet away. It was probably a waste of a spell\u2014he immolated the last of his own with this trick\u2014but I answered with a spray of color that left him blinded and stunned. The fight ended soon after.<\/span><\/p>\n A crudely hidden room turned up an astonishing surprise: a chest with a beautiful, red lacquer finish, decorated with etchings of cranes and frogs. I was stunned. It was obviously from Tian Xia, and almost certainly the Minkai Empire. It was a work of art.<\/span><\/p>\n Inside was something even more curious: a delicate Tian Xia fan that we unfolded. One side had an intricate painting of a gecko against a backdrop of cherry blossoms. The other, unfortunately, had been painted over by the goblins, but they had done so to draw a crude map of the marsh in wide, sloppy strokes. Bold X\u2019s marked two locations along the shore and a third at the base of the cliffs, just a short distance from the Witch\u2019s Walk. (I don\u2019t know if the goblins\u2019 paint can be removed without damaging the original artwork, but it seems like something that should be attempted. When we\u2019re back in town, I will ask about this.) Presumably, one of these X\u2019s is a shipwreck, and possibly the source of the fireworks, but the others? Yet more mysteries.<\/span><\/p>\n W<\/span><\/p>\n e found the weatherworn shipwreck inland from the bay, far enough from the water that it was likely grounded there in a storm many years past. Curiously, the goblins had built a rickety fence around it complete with a broken gate. Ever the opportunists, they had apparently turned it into a home\u2026which they subsequently destroyed by inadvertently setting it ablaze. From the outside, the two-mast Chelish vessel looked intact, but the inside was completely gutted. Most likely their luck with the cache of skyrockets had finally run out.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n The dead goblins outside the ship, however, were anything but an accident. The badly decomposed bodies bore the telltale signs of battle injuries but gave no clues as to their assailants.<\/span><\/p>\n The name of the ship was still visible, and astonishingly it was written in Tien. I copied the pictographs as best I could since none of us could read them and even if I had the spell prepared it would have been a waste for just this purpose. Vudrani developed under heavy influence from Tien, and the two cultures have intermingled for centuries. I had an opportunity many years ago in Jalmeray to start learning Tien. Foolishly, I passed it up. As much as I have regretted that decision over the years, I am doing so even more, now.<\/span><\/p>\n Maybe if dad knew Tien things would have turned out differently. That may sound like I am shifting the responsibility for my decision to someone else, but the reality is that nearly all of my languages are a result of my parents\u2019 influence. Dad, of course, spoke Vudrani at home as often as he did common: he very reasonably was not going to raise a daughter that wasn\u2019t fluent in his native tongue. By nature of growing up in Varisia and having my mom as my mom, I of course learned not just Varisian but Thassilonian as well\u2014and knowing mom, she probably started Thassilonian lessons while I was still in her womb. (Never mind that it\u2019s basically a dead language known only by scholars and eccentrics.) Only Draconic and Celestial didn\u2019t originate with them, and if we\u2019re being totally honest here, the former wasn\u2019t exactly a choice, either. Sure, you can learn magic without knowing Draconic, just as you can see with only one eye.<\/span><\/p>\n We are camped above the bluffs along the Witch\u2019s Walk for the night. Down below, the skeleton footprints led to one of the locations marked on the goblins\u2019 map: the entrance to a cave. What we were not expecting to see was a <\/span>second<\/span><\/i> shipwreck, visible just offshore in the distance and roughly corresponding to the sole remaining X. With the sun setting and the whereabouts of the skeletons unknown, however, the increasing prospects of a battle with the undead in a swamp in the dark seemed strangely unappealing.<\/span><\/p>\n G<\/span><\/p>\n ods, I am an idiot. How many years did I spend around Ameiko? How could I not recognize the pictograph? How many times have I seen it? Dozens? A hundred? The <\/span>Kaijitsu Star<\/span><\/i>. There is an old adage about not noticing what is right in front of you, or what you don\u2019t expect to find, and I guess this is what they mean. But still. I should have known.<\/span><\/p>\n I also feel like I have invaded her privacy, something that she has guarded carefully for as long as I have known her. I can\u2019t say for certain that this letter was intended for her father, but the timing would be right. It\u2019s dated 4687, just a couple of years before Ameiko was born. Sandpoint was founded in the 4660\u2019s by the Mercantile League, an alliance of four families that included the Kaijitsus. Who else could it have been written to?<\/span><\/p>\n Ameiko did not talk much about her family, but I experienced enough of her father to know that he was a bitter, angry, and resentful man. Perhaps this letter explains some of that. Ultimately, I believe that we are responsible for our own decisions and choices in life, but we are influenced by how we are raised and how we are treated. Did her father feel abandoned by <\/span>his<\/span><\/i> father? Did those feelings ferment over time into anger and rage? What would have been different had this letter been received?<\/span><\/p>\n I need to see Ameiko. I need to be the one who shows her the letter, and the one who apologizes for this intrusion into her past. I\u2019m sorry. We didn\u2019t know.<\/span><\/p>\n And then there are the treasures we have found. Technically, they belong to the Kaijitsu family, which means that they belong to Ameiko. She will need to be told about these as well.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n And what of this mystery? The caves below were filled with skeletons dressed in Tian Xia style armor. The second chest, made from cherry wood and jade, was clearly from one of the ships. Inside were more sky rockets, with empty spaces where others had been removed.<\/span><\/p>\n It was enough to start forming a story of what had happened: the goblins found the chests and took the fireworks, but someone, somewhere, had created skeletons from the dead aboard one or both ships. They raided the goblin village, recovered one of the chests, and brought it here.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n But who created the skeletons? And what is the other shipwreck, and how is it connected (if it\u2019s connected at all)?<\/span><\/p>\n The caves were a harrowing experience. In the main cavern, the skeletons converged on us from all directions, and many of the others had pushed too far in to be able to safely retreat. Qatana was quickly surrounded, and there was no one close enough to help her in time. I don\u2019t know how she did it, but miraculously, she managed a healing spell just as three skeletons descended on her. It saved her life.<\/span><\/p>\n This was the first time I have ever used those little acid darts in anger. I saw the effect it had on the skeletons. Dad, you can officially stop worrying now.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Sarenith 23 (Brinestump Marsh, Midday) I fell gravely ill when I was very young, though of course I don\u2019t remember any of it. My parents tell me they were traveling across the Carpendan Plains when I was four years old, and the road took them along a marshland probably not unlike this one. 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Sarenith 24 (Brinestump Marsh, Morning)<\/h3>\n