An Ode to...

**Warden Lyna Alaymia sits at the vacant table in the Embassy. She pulls a parchment and begins to scribe today's date. She looks around within her chambers, the only natural habitat within Axfell that is not covered in snow. Loneliness and sorrow invade her spirit. Darkened spots show in certain places as if stained by tears**

I know not what to write...My heart carries only sorrow and no song... Axfell has never been more desolate... deserted.. My inspiration has faded. Is there no one for whom I can sing anymore? A thought of returning to the Dalelands has come to mind. And yet, who will watch over Axfell? So many glorious victories with strong, capable companions... how I loved to sing for them and fight alongside... without them, I serve no purpose... I exist to uplift and help my fellow soldiers...

**Lyna slides the parchment forward and sits back in her chair. Her eyes gently close as soft tears stroll down her cheeks.**

*a note is found in a corner of the Axfell Embassy, it looks as though it may have been placed on the table and shifted around by the wind in days absent of reception*

Lyna,
There are many things I dare not say but to your heart or ear directly. Know that House Isendel has withdrawn from Anphillia. We have made many somber prayers to the gods to end our plight and change the aspects of our island to bring more soldiers but they have repeatedly denied, opting for no changes in the light of a failing world. I can no abide this persistant ignorance to their worshippers. I've all but begged the gods to allow me to sacrifice my own time and effort to improve their dominion but they see no flaw with the world as we few do. I have been enlightened to the reality that the gods want Anphillia to fade away and I shall no be the last to heed their desire.
I do wish I could extend an invitation for you to join me at my next post but I believe this next road is not in Faerun at all but in the mysteries beyond oblivion.

*Signed in a elaborate and intricate pen, Ivel*