The Lore of Druid Lamia of the Brambles

Troubles began to stir in the Brambles, a small village west of Aldo's Isle where a vast financial hub had developed that funded entities and kingdoms across the land.

Bankruptcy was driving all sorts of people to madness, and that madness was manifested through violence.

Lamia stayed at the family estate, which was a relic of greater days where lavish parties were held, all sorts of artistic wizardry was displayed. Stunning events by any measure.

To this day the people of Brambles and all surrounding islands still talk about the overgenerous events held at the estate. "The Manic Mansion" they use to call it, in reference to the all the manic themes, entertainment and things that party attendees were exposed to.

Today the Manic Mansion looked beatdown, unfettered , and run down by all sorts of wild weeds and shrubbery.

Lamia’s parents, who had left the house in her care while they were away to attend to a family friend in times of hardship, were still getting used to the troubled times that had befallen the country.

It was a quiet evening when Lamia heard a knock on the door of the Mansion, upon opening the door Lamia was greeted by a messenger shroud who deposited a letter and disappeared promptly afterwards.

The Letter did not go through the post office, she concluded that it was a private shroud that had delivered this, only owned by some of the most powerful families in the land.

Upon opening the letter a look of dread had befallen Lamia’s face.

“Dear Lamia, it with a heavy heart that I must inform you of the incompetence of your parents. I would have liked them to tell you this themselves but after being given ample chance had refused to do so.

Your parents have been smuggling money out of the country in order to escape paying back their debts, debts they owned ME.

This letter is to inform you that you will have 2 moons to come up with the 100 bars of Tungsten that are owed or the next delivery will include to neatly packaged Druid heads.

Sincerely, Narcissa ”

The Coldness of the letter was the most terrifying thing about it, it seemed like the person behind it was someone who wasn’t a stranger to violence. She had never heard of the name Narcissa, but she wasn’t going to take any chances on wether or not this was serious.

100 bars of Tungsten was practically impossible to find in 2 moons, but first she needed to contact her family friend and make sure this wasn’t a prank.

After multiple attempts of scrying for her parents, she had finally found them, this wasn’t good news, the Crystal was pointing to the Vampire Mist.

Entered by: 0x8298…421a and preserved on chain (see transaction)