Letter From Thavius (Patreon)

To the high druid Diarmad,

By now, you would know me as a ferryman. The writer of Lathe’s last letters and the keeper of his soul. Lathe Nightrym is the best man I’ve ever known. I never dreamed I could make something of myself until a hero told me I was able to become one too.   

Thank you. Thank you for saving this world of such color, light, and beauty. Thank you for taking part in saving me. Thank you for taking part in saving my wife. Most importantly, thank you for being Lathe’s friend.   

Friend of my friend. Lathe and I traveled the world together, in a way. He pointed me in the direction of righteousness, instructed me in how to be better, and most importantly, taught me how to make my own decisions.   

Lathe is now with the Constellations, where he very much deserves to be. I realized after a while that keeping him with me was far too dangerous. As much as I have enjoyed his guidance and companionship as you once did, I could no longer risk an ill fate befalling me and therefore damning his soul.   

He talked a lot about the five of you. The master of nature, the avatar of fire. The friendly giant, the warrior of justice. The wandering hunter, the undying marksman. The poet and performer, the unrelenting melody. The wizard and teacher, the careful sage, and…his muse. I will be forever grateful that he got to have all of those people by his side.

I realize I have not yet stated a purpose for this letter. I do not know if I had one when I began writing, but I have found it now. For the first and last time, I am going to make a decision against the wishes of Lathe Nightrym. My name is Thavius Sunbloom, and I have been liberated from my identity as ferryman and servant. For the first time in my life, I am free.   

I have learned, because of Lathe, that the stars watch over an enormous collection of worlds full of fantastic people. I have also learned that somebody, somewhere, always needs some help. I know that this news will come as a shock to all of you, and that you will need time. However, should you ever desire to meet the man who held your fallen friend’s very soul in his hand for 2 years, I invite you to contact me. I would love nothing more than to meet such incredible individuals and put some faces to the names and the stories.   

I know you have all effectively stepped down as adventurers. You have done so much for this world, and it will always be in your debt. But I know the world needs people like you. And people like you are rare and difficult to find.   

I am not Lathe. I will never be him. His loss left a wound on this world I will never be able to mend. However, should you ever desire any more assistance, or you find yourself needing a quiet, quick, determined combatant, send out the call. I will not hesitate to answer.   

I will continue doing what I can for this world. I know you will all do the same. Hopefully, someday, that can be together. For now, just know that I am here.   

Good day.