Letters from Chitus
Some players recently received a physical copy of these letters in the post, addressed to Cadiro Perandus and sealed with the Perandus family seal in wax. Three such letters have been received so far.
Uncle Cadiro 3rd Kaso of Vitali, 1316 I.C.
While my father remains determined to play the role of
Izaro's lapdog. I trust that you and I are of like mind
regarding our glorious Emperor's ridiculous Labyrinth. He
would have us entrust our imperial leadership to the
primitive diversions of some cave-dwelling ancestors. It is
beyond reasoning. In fact, it can only be surmised that
Izaro himself is also beyond reasoning.
On that matter, I suppose it should come as no suprise.
Phrecius blood has become polluted by decadence and incest.
It is no secret. So perhaps it is a matter of good fortune
that Izaro has not be able to sire an heir, for such a
whelp would be udoubtedly dim or demented. Yes, such
emperors are easy to control, but they can also be
extremely dangerous, as the Empire learned all too well
So in his own deluded way, Izaro is right to look to fresh
sources of blood to serve our Eternal Empire. Yet he looks
in the wrong places. Perandus blood has served the throne
proudly since Veruso first set his foot upon the soil of
Sarn. Perandus gold has filled the imperial coffers.
Perandus minds have crafted this Empire into the marvel it
And has a single Perandus ever sat upon the imperial
Izaro's plans are an insult to the Empire and an insult to
us, its most devoted servants. Izaro spits upon our very
blood and then offers up everything we have worked for to
the first fortunate fool who stumbles through his little
I will not stand by and allow Izaro to deliver us all unto
damnation. I trust, dear uncle, that I can rely on your
Uncle Cadiro 1st Lunaro of Verusi 1317, I.C.
Our Eternal Empire Izaro migt be insance but he's clearly not
stupid. Or at the very least, he has had the presence of mind to
surround himself with clever people. Three meticulously planned
attempts on Izaro's life. Three astutely thwarted failures.
Of course, none of them can be traced back to us, Uncle. You can
rest assured that I have been most discrete in my arrangements. As
for Cousin Elano, he will be dead by sunrise. We need not fair any
inconvenient disclosure on his part, and his is not a Perandus by
name. His familial connection is known only to us. It's a simple
matter to keep a bastard or two in the shadows for occasions such
as this. Legitimacy is a useful carrot to dangle.
I assume you've been keeping abreast of the labyrinth's progress?
I have purchased several of Izaro's overseers and they keep my
informed. I'm told it's to house quite the menagerie of monstrosities.
And the mechanisms that are currently being installed, many of
which. Izaro has designed himself, are utterly nefarious in their
invention. While one might easily question the man's rationality, one
cannot so easily discount his imagination. If only Izaro had
contented himself with an artistic pursuit some kind, such as
painting or sculpture. Instead he now drains the imperial coffers
dry, building a delirious promise to the peasants and peons of
"Come one and all. Enjoy the largest playground ever created. And
should you win the games that I have laid out for you, why, you
shall be crowned emperor!"
Izaro would place our fortunes in the calloused hands of ignorance.
He would have us forget the centuries of leadership, diplomacy
prosperity and security that we, the ruling families of Sarn, have
Izaro's folly will be the end of beloved empire.
I, for one, will not let that happen, Uncle.
Uncle Cadiro 3rd Solaro of Divini, 1318 I.C.
I am as ready for this Labyrinth as I will ever be. Each day I
have trained with the duelist, Kre Faarblood. There is no better
swordsman in all of Sarn and I have been a most attentive pupil.
So attentive that he made the mistake of admitting, after his
twelfth cup of wine, that he is not of the noble blood he claims
to be. His 'disinherited dandy' act is just that an act. People have
a tendency to entrust me with their secrets. I know it's a
Please have Faarblood tried and hanged, discretely, away from
the crowds. We simply can't have commoners impersonating their
Yes, I have familiarised myself with the architectural plans you
so kindly obtained for me, and I have paid certain overseers
handsomely for further details regarding Izaro's various hazards
and living horrors. The man is obsessed with spikes. They pop out
of the floor, spin on treacherously shifting wheels and even roam
about like predators in search of prey. Izaro's mechanisms are
truly of the most devious design. And the creatures! If it bites,
claws or stings, it now lives in that Labyrinth.
Fear not, uncle. I have designs of my own. My hirelings shall
place discrete caches of supplies here and there, in the
eventuality that I should need restoration or assistance. I shall
enclose a list of their names. It would be our interests if those
named men and women were to, upon the Labyrinth's completion,
suffer accidents of a mortal nature. One word spoken carelessly
could end any hope of the Perandus ever ascending the imperial
throne. A few common lives are nothing compared to the slaughter
that would occur if, God help us, one of the Ezomyte contenders
survived this Labyrinth in my stead.
So there it is. Our noble endeavour to save our Empire from a
madman. I do this for our family. I do this for our Empire.
We are Eternal.