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.
<poem> 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 surprise. 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 undoubtedly dim or demented. Yes, such emperors are easy to control, but they can also be extremely dangerous, as the Empire learned all too well with Romira.
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 is today.
And has a single Perandus ever sat upon the imperial throne? No.
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 maze.
I will not stand by and allow Izaro to deliver us all unto damnation. I trust, dear uncle, that I can rely on your support.
<poem> Uncle Cadiro 1st Lunaro of Verusi 1317, I.C.
Our Eternal Empire Izaro might be insane 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 Wraeclast.
"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 amassed.
Izaro's folly will be the end of beloved empire.
I, for one, will not let that happen, Uncle.
<poem> 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 valuable gift.
Please have Faarblood tried and hanged, discretely, away from the crowds. We simply can't have commoners impersonating their betters.
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.