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. Godly powers
have been unknown for generations. The scars of the
Cataclysm ravage the land. Thus, it falls to us - the
historians - to follow the flickers of light that will lead us to
a brighter future!
Those flickers, as Your Excellency well knows, have
grown faint. During the bleak century since the gods rained
their ruin upon Istar, the tragedy of the Dwarfgate War
hangs over the south. The violent Newsea, tortured since its
very creation by typhoon and cyclone, divides the peoples
of central Ansalon, fragmenting the countryside into tiny
partitions of its former greatness.
And everywhere, the people seek their gods. They call to
Paladine, plead for Gilean or Reorx to answer their prayers.
Yet the gods of good and neutrality and evil do not reply.
These sad worshipers find not even the hint of the
oncemanifest presence of immortal beings. That, my lord,
must certainly be deemed the most dire of the many effects
attributable to the Cataclysm, for without gods, the people
see no hope in the future.
On a brighter note, I am pleased to report that my
health has been restored. As I have indicated previously,
Your Grace's generosity in providing me with comfortable
convalescence cannot be overthanked. With remarkable
good luck - I dare not say the grace of the gods - I have
regained full use of my limbs and the disfigurement left by
the frostbite is only faintly visible.
In sum, my recovery is complete. Now, too, I have
heard news that again compels me to walk the pathways of
history! The information comes to me by a most reliable
source (more about him in a moment)
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