16.1 The Midnight Letter

SESSION DATE: January 24, 2026
PRESENT: Rory, Zhanis, Kemurial, Freya

Deep Dive

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Adventure Photos

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Adventure Song & Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
The gates are locked by iron law, the Inquisitor commands,
We wait within the city’s jaw, with restless hearts and hands.
Rory spoke to branch and leaf, to hear what nature knew,
But found a silence past belief, where once the gardens grew.
No villages, no hearth, no light, for three miles all around,
Just one great beast within the night, on empty, hollow ground.

[Chorus]
The ink is wet, the arrow's aim is steady in the dark,
To trap the one who bears the flame and leave a burning mark.
We’re weaving through the tunnels deep, a secret path to better,
The fate of all is ours to keep, within The Midnight Letter.

[Verse 2]
The Ice Queen sends her word from far, three days across the snow,
Beneath the light of every star, where frozen rivers flow.
She bids us strike if chance appears, before her banners rise,
To end the source of all our fears, beneath these shifting skies.
So we refine the grand deceit, the Duke provides the hand,
To lead the tyrant to defeat, across his stolen land.

[Chorus]
The ink is wet, the arrow's aim is steady in the dark,
To trap the one who bears the flame and leave a burning mark.
We’re weaving through the tunnels deep, a secret path to better,
The fate of all is ours to keep, within The Midnight Letter.

[Verse 3]
A goat path in the southern wood, a mile beyond the wall,
Where once a peaceful forest stood, we plan the tyrant's fall.
Through narrow cracks where horses pass, or single files of men,
To wait upon the frosted grass, and strike him in his den.
The boastful champion takes the stage, the key is made the lure,
To turn the Master's pride to rage, and make our victory sure.

[Bridge]
But every merchant’s door is barred, the Temple’s weight is felt,
Our every hope is frozen hard, before the snows can melt.
An acolyte is in our wake, with eyes that never blink,
For every careful step we take, we’re closer to the brink.
And stalking through the cobblestones, a cat of midnight hue,
Watches with the ancient bones, for everything we do.

[Verse 4]
The bow is drawn, the feather flies, across the northern tents,
To catch the Great Conspirator’s eyes, and break his last defense.
The trap is set, the bait is cast, twenty-four hours to go,
Until the first strike and the last, begins the final show.
We walk the line of witch and saint, beneath the watcher's eye,
With courage that will never faint, beneath a hollow sky.

[Chorus]
The ink is wet, the arrow's aim is steady in the dark,
To trap the one who bears the flame and leave a burning mark.
We’re weaving through the tunnels deep, a secret path to better,
The fate of all is ours to keep, within The Midnight Letter.

[Coda]
The boulder moves, the hill is wide,
The black cat follows by our side.
Nowhere left for him to hide.

World Anvil Journal

sooo… the high inquithitow wady thaid we have to thtay in the thity. i tawked to the tweekth an the gwathth with my ritual majik to thtee what wath outthide. i found a big monthtew eatht of the thity. it ith a big big beatht. the majik thhowed me thewe awe no peopow ow thitienth neaw uth. it ith wike the wowwd ith empty.

kimiweel tawked to the ithe queen with hith majik thpeaking. thhe thaid thhe wiww be hewe in thwee dayth but we thouwd ththett the twap if we can. the duke ith hewpin uth make a fake wettew fwom hith bwothew viwwem. it thayth a big thtwong champion ith takin the keyth thouth though the woodth in TWENTY FOUW houwth. i think that champion ith ME. we are goin to uthe the thecwet tunnewth to thneak out an thurprithe awek daemoncwaw. we want him to come fyt uth alone thow he can be thtopt.

we wint to the thtow to buy mowe thtuff but the peopow wewe vewy cowd an mean to uth. they thaid the tempow wady put pweththuew on them an they cant theww uth anything. it ith vewy un-nice.

kimiweel thaw that an acowyte ith fowwowin uth aww ovew the pwathe. an thewe ith a wittow bwack cat fowwowin uth too. i wunned to the waww to thhoot the wettew with my awwow into the chaoth tentth. i hope the bad guyth eat it up wike a thnak. i need a WONG WEHTHT.

pweethe dwaugnir keep uth thaf fwom the inquithitow an the bad cat an hewp uth find the keyth. pweethe hewp me find my mommy an my dady.

Private Notes

My Lord,

It has come to my attention that there are plans to transport one or more of the crystal keys. They're transporting them to more relative safety, either toward Kislev, or perhaps even to Kislev itself. The transport is set to commence just 24 hours from now at midnight. There is a large patch of woods approximately one mile south of the walls on the west side of the river that has a goat path. They will be traveling along this path.

There is to be a powerful ally of the Duke assisting them in their mission. I have had communication with this ally and they are boastful of their abilities. They say they would lay waste to Arek Daemonclaw should he interfere in their plans to unleash the entity that lies within Praag.

We MUST put a stop to their plans by intercepting the key transport. This would be a perfect time for us to take them out and grab at least one key.

Your ally on the council,

V

That's it for this session!

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