Written out on parchment, an attached to the notice. The author appears to have had quite a shaky hand as he wrote. With several ink smudges on it, and scratched out words, the stress of the composer is obvious.
“It was early in the morn, night just having lifted. I was in the outer edges of Seilwood Forest. As usual I was to the shadows, and by myself. I had just finished taking down a good portion of a giant spider nest and their ettencap, but the Giant Spider in the group had gotten away from me. Th creatures are prone to wander here and far when they find themselves alone, so I took to stalk it, and slay it before it wandered to close too fence of Hlint. Creeping through the underbrush of the wood, the morning dew still on the grass, and the Sun rising to shine, I made my way as well out of sight and unheard as possible.
It was then that I saw the first sign of trouble. As I payed attention to my surroundings, I saw the blades of tall grass begin to bob up and down as they hung over. Then I heard the terrible stomping steps, at first I thought it was a giant, like the ones near the Dire Wood. And I went still as could be as it drew closer. But soon the footfalls were to heavy and mighty to have been any giant the likes of which Layonara had ever seen. It was then as I laid on hand and knee, tucked down, that I felt a blistering source of heat walk by me, and I to began to bob up and down with the ground from the merciless stomping. And that is when I saw it, a mountain of a being, bat like wings of ever burning fire. And glowing red like coal in a furnace, but stained a near blood tone. The overwhelming smell of sulfur burned at my nose, drowning out all the other smells of the forest.
I stayed still as it passed by me. And then, I quickly rose up, and went to dash away to the Rangers in the Vale. But I saw the behemoth was heading toward Hlint, through the Goblin Wasteland. And I remembered what Ozymandias had sent about if a Balor was in Hlint, “There would be no more Hlint.” So I shadowed behind it some. And as we came to where the Fire and Bombardier Beetles nested. I quickly rose from my half crawl, and sprinted as fast forward as I could. Startling some Fire Beetle, they began firing volleys of their natural weapons. The result of which I can only guess covered my escape some from the Balor's eyes.
It was then though that I had the most horrific moment of my life. As for but the briefest of seconds, as I made it to the cover of a tree line, I turned my head to look back. And there it was, staring at me, it's eyes locking onto mine. No fiendish grin, or great roar of anger escaped it. It's face was a mask, one which showed that even though it burned with fire, this thing was cold as Black Ice Island's caves on the inside. I can only say that when I saw it, I knew it was a being made only for murder and destruction of a cold and calculating kind. It was no less then pure evil personified before me, an aura of which I can only say resonated off of it and seized my very soul with icy barbed tendrils for that instant.
As quickly as the fearful thing began it was over. My feet cycling, and hitting the ground as fast as they ever had in my life, as I emerged from the wood, and ran across the Goblin Wasteland toward Hlint. Entering the gates, my heart pounding, my chest rising and falling as I breathed hard, I shouted, “Balor in the Seilwood.” To which many brave fellow adventurers immediately came forward in response. We quickly formed a party to search it out, and were lead by Robert Hearth, who without a second thought set into the woods, ready to do battle. But for the better I hope, not a trace of the thing could be found. We ever checked the nearby temple in the Vale, but none of them had seen it come or go.
And that is how it happened.
Signed, - Uilliam Seekseace.”
