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Missive from the Emperor

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Missive from the Emperor is a miscellaneous note found in the Epilogue.

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A plain, unadorned note.

Properties

  • Notes
  • Author: The Emperor The Emperor
  • Rarity: Common
  •  Weight: 0.05 kg / 0.1 lb
  • Price: 14 gp
  • UID S_EPI_Letter_Emperor
    UUID 9eecd32e-ade2-4397-ac3e-cdc9f091e05e
  • UID S_EPI_EmperorPlayerMF
    UUID 646bc376-97dc-420c-8804-318c29b73e47
  • UID S_EPI_Letter_EmperorAllies
    UUID 9c3e2dfb-d399-4c44-ade8-db6181d92700
  • UID S_EPI_Letter_EmperorBigPlans
    UUID f5304063-f97b-4076-809a-ecfc323eea40


Where to find

Within the Chest of Grateful Words in the Epilogue. Contingent on the player siding with the Emperor.

Text

If the player character sided with the Emperor and did not transform into a mindflayer (
UID S_EPI_Emperor
/
UUID 9eecd32e-ade2-4397-ac3e-cdc9f091e05e
):

My ally,

Inefficient as written communication is, it will suffice to cover the distance between our minds these days. I write to express my regret that I will not attend your celebration - though I thank you for thinking of me. I have not forgotten you. As I move to restore my influence I shall be sure to call upon you when the need arises, and I hope that you will respond to such a call. Ours was a very beneficial partnership, and I see no need to curtail further opportunities to collaborate.


Your friend,

The Emperor


If the player character sided with the Emperor and transformed into a mindflayer (
UID S_EPI_EmperorPlayerMF
/
UUID 646bc376-97dc-420c-8804-318c29b73e47
):


My friend,

We do not communicate as illithid should, but I will allow it. Consider it an indulgence towards your former life, a life that you cling to yet with this notion of 'celebration'. I cannot fault you - I myself did the same. It was some time before I myself grew to accept my own evolution, and to recognise that it was indeed evolution.

Make what memories you must tonight to ease your passage into the future. In time, those you cherish so dearly will become just that - fond memories, and nothing more. And when that time comes, call on me. My mind will be ever open to you


The Emperor


If the player character sided and allied with the Emperor and did not transform into a mindflayer (
UID S_EPI_Letter_EmperorAllies
/
UUID 9c3e2dfb-d399-4c44-ade8-db6181d92700
):


As you grow into your new power, you will learn to communicate as an illithid should - but I will admit it is a pleasant novelty to set pen to paper once in a while.


I have made the necessary adjustments to my headquarters - our headquarters. The Knights of the Shield must be rebuilt, the rooms repopulated in time, but for now the chambers beneath the Elfsong will provide safe harbour, and a means to move around the city unobserved.


Take what comfort you can from your old companions this night, and judge them not for the all-too-human faults that only your illithid mind can see. Your old life will be a comfort to you in this period of adjustment - so long as you do not let it hold you back from the new.

The Emperor


If the player character sided and allied with the Emperor and transformed into a mindflayer (
UID S_EPI_Letter_EmperorBigPlans
/
UUID f5304063-f97b-4076-809a-ecfc323eea40
):


I write to bring you happy news on the night of your celebration. I have completed my tour of the syndicates of the Sword Coast. Amn, Cormyr, Waterdeep, and Calimshan prove promising leads. I have communed with the illithid Nihiloor of Xanathar's Thieves Guild and made an ally of him. Through him, we will control the flow of riches through Waterdeep, and extend our influence to far north Luskan. Meanwhile, in the south, I have established 'contacts' in Calimshan - they answer wholly to me. Inland Cormyr will be the trickiest - there I believe we will have to manoeuvre around the restriction of the law, but with the right representation in our control, that too will fall to us. Make merry with your former allies, for we may yet have need of them. Keep them close, and wait for my word. Soon, my friend, neither word nor thought will traverse the Sword Coast without our knowing, nor our desire.


Until we reconvene,

The Emperor

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