Esteemed Council of Duiran and Beloved Peoples of Sapience,

Greetings from the distant and untamed isle of Eftehl! I, Nysos, humbly pen this missive to share the extraordinary tale of my unintended journey and my unwavering resolve to find my way back home.

I willingly embraced the noble duty of aiding the glorious Heartwood in the unrelenting battle against the planthopper infestation that threatened our forests. Brimming with determination, I stood side by side with the valiant defenders of Duiran as we protected nature.

However, destiny, in its whimsical design, had a different path laid out for me. During the cataclysmic clash in the skies, a mysterious enchantment whisked me away from the familiar embrace of Duiran's verdant lands, depositing me upon the enigmatic shores of Eftehl. I found myself lost in a world far removed from the sanctuary I once called home.

As I venture through the colourful tapestry of Eftehl's pirate life, my heart remains steadfastly tethered to the cherished woodlands of Duiran. In my longing to return, I strive relentlessly to seek a path back to my homeland. Every sun-kissed dawn and starlit night, my determination grows stronger, fueled by the unwavering belief that the bonds we share within Sapience transcend distance and time.

I have forged alliances with the diverse inhabitants of Eftehl, learning from their tales of daring voyages and unyielding spirits. The vastness of Sapience is a wondrous tapestry woven with threads of resilience and grit, and it is within these uncharted waters that I uncover the strength to embark on my odyssey of return.

Thus, with this epistle, I appeal to the Council and all of Sapience to keep hope alive, for though the seas may be tumultuous and the stars distant, my unwavering spirit shall not wane. I stand firm in the face of daunting challenges, knowing that my heart and soul beckon me homeward.

May the wisdom of the Guardians guide my steps, and may the blessings of the Hunter and Underking pave the path that leads me back to the cherished embrace of Duiran's lush canopies.

With undying resolve,
Nysos the Faun


Penned by my hand on Quensday, the 1st of Arios, in the year 511 MA.