By: Tip
Father Chase,
Urged to action by Shyla, the High Priestess of the Vigil, Rhiannan and I banded together with three other stalwart members of the Family and ventured into a most intriguing bit of Silverwood aptly named, the Realm of the Fae. This land, while not truly rift-born or separate from Telara, is still separated from it in some strange way, as though it has drifted away from our plane, perhaps due to the machinations of some bit of Hylas' devilry.
While our time in this strange land must have been less than two hours, it seemed that we spent a year there, fighting all types of fae creatures and fairy-folk. We traveled through lands caught within the four seasons, so in one manner we did pass an entire year in the place, as we traversed the seasons, beginning with Spring, then Summer, then Autumn, and finally Winter. It was in the dead of that winter land that we faced the spirits of each season, followed by the fell spirit of Twyl himself. Ultimately, we defeated Twyl and burned his thrice-cursed crown there upon the spot where he died. Unfortunately, the treachery of Prince Hylas proved the ultimate evil of the day, but that story must wait until I see you again.
Please find enclosed the strawberry jam and woolen small clothes that you requested. Rhiannan sends her love.
Your faithful student,
Tip, Rift Hunter of Gaiscioch
Site No. 70 by Benjamin Foley