Date: Lioa 24th, 1179.
To whom it may concern,
Our world is dying and it's our fault.
Our once beautiful world will forever be stained with the blood of these past five years and it's our fault. Though I am well aware that many of you reading this think much the opposite, this is something that must be said. You blame the “Dark god” Araya for the Great Rift in the west, you blame him for sending forth his legions and you blame him for the many dead souls which shall never find rest. The ignorance of a spoiled population is bliss indeed. What's worse is this ignorance has led to inaction and this inaction is pushing all of our species towards the brink of Oblivion.
Ignorance is no longer a valid excuse. Inaction is no longer a way to deal with this threat.
Even if the war has not reached your areas it WILL. Everything you hold dear will be swept away by what is coming and there is nothing that can change that unless something drastic happens. I have a plan, one that nobody expects; not even Araya. This plan I have is both simple to understand but impossible to comprehend.
My plan is we kill the god Araya.
I send this letter to you now from the sleepless battlefield in the hopes of you joining me. Even if you have questions and even if you doubt that this is even possible I ask you to meet me; one week from today in Alberich at the White Scribes Inn. I can't promise anything more than answers and the quest of a lifetime.
One Week Prior
The parchment was light. It was a feather in his hand as it should be. Even though it was so light, it felt like it carried a very heavy weight to it. The words on the paper were quite heavy. "Kill a god?" Was that even possible. According to their definition, gods are immortal. Yet this letter seemed to propose that it could be done. Any normal person would have dismissed this as the mutterings and ramblings of a lunatic, but Serin wasn't a normal person. No. There was much knowledge to be found here. If killing a god could be done, then he just had to see how. It was quite the interesting concept. Destroying that which cannot be destroyed. Or was it even possible that Araya wasn't a God? Either way, there were many different possibilities and Serin wasn't one to just back down from this type of thing.
"I'm still young. I will live for maybe another 800 years. So what's wrong with taking some time to go see what this 'God Killing' is all about". Sure it was dangerous. But so was the pursuit of any form of knowledge. Even life itself carried danger. The scholar knew that just running away would never help as if one runs away from every dangerous thing they see then they are just running from life itself. There was no hesitation on Serin's decision. Getting up from the desk in his study he quickly began to pack and prepare for what could be a difficult journey ahead. He had many things he needed to prepare and wasn't going to waste a single second. After all, being ill prepared for any journey would only lead to disaster.
"A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step while a single tale begins with a thousand journeys".
For Serin that first step was out of his home and on the way to Alberich, which was a somewhat easy journey for him. It took 1 day to prepare, leaving six days for travel. Thanks to being able to fly, even if he was only able to keep his wings out for ten minutes at a time, and not needing as much sleep traveling to Alberich didn't take too long. Especially since he had met a traveling caravan three days down the road who presumed him to be some sort of lost child and had agreed to take them there. Normally the somewhat prideful scholar would have called them out on their mistake, but had decided against it this one time since they were giving him a free ride.
So on the seventh day he finally made it to Alberich. After splitting ways from the caravan, who also told him how to get to the Inn in which he had been called to. With proper directions it wasn't too hard to find, especially since he had been to this very town about twenty years ago during his many travels. With both memory and direction he soon found the inn and had stopped just before the door and looked around. "I could have sworn someone was..." Figuring the watchful eyes on him were either just his imagination or stares from someone who had never seen one of his people before he stepped inside and went over to the nearest open table and just sat down.
The only thing the child-like figure received from the room as he walked in was just a few curious looks and some mumbled responses to his presence. Unfortunately for those mumbles his hearing was quite well as his large ears weren't just for show, the mumblings being mainly thoughts about why a child would be here. He had no patience for what was mumbled and quickly put it out of his mind as he awaited for others to arrive. Instead he just took out a tome from his pack, cracked it open, and began to pour over its pages all the while wondering what sort of events this day, and this letter, would bring.