The Pantheon is at Risk.

This short letter is supposed to be used as a hook/intro for my D&D universe I developed over several years. The lore is still messy but it gets better as the sessions go on. I hope you don't mind this draft, I thought a letter-type style would go well here. Obviously im not the greatest with writing but maybe the vision comes across. Enjoy,

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Dearest Mortal,

Someone has taken the Twins.

They call out to their sons and daughters, pleading they don’t go astray.

I cannot respond, my source lays deep underground much like the Diamond to the west, but he is being hunted too. I don’t know what has happened to the twins, I can only see glimpses of them out to the west.

How dare the Enchanter and Grandmother sit idle while the twins languish far from their supporters! Held by evil’s grasp. I can almost see Grandmother looking into her scrying bowl, divining her way to the future in one hand while spinning her yarn in the other just to make the perfect stitch, letting her sons reap the fields at just the right moment. Meanwhile the Enchanter leads his kingdom, too busy with the fantasy of mortality to bother helping his own kin.

The Shifter plays his tricks in that endless war to the east, his labyrinth keeps the two nations from erasing themselves, the mortals play into his hands every time, without fail, and many of my sons and daughters are slaughtered for “games.”

The Diamond is too busy, his power shields an entire race from extinction, if he is to fall into the hands of the evil that took the twins….. I know what they’re after, this malcontent.

I cannot influence the world like the Twins can, and communing with my sons and daughters without the full moon is difficult, my rites don’t lend well to messages, as the dead tell no tales.

Mother cannot spare her time to help, I know she feels the absence of the Twins, I know it pains her so. She is too busy holding up the very forests her sons and daughters call home.

The Sleeper maybe..? No..they are too busy waiting for time itself to pass, even if they could hear me, their family and mine are none too friendly.

My mind tells me that…no one is coming to help..lest our sons and daughters heed my words over their own. I hear snippets from the oldest twin, crying out for help, directing his followers, but he does not have the foresight I do. If he can guide them to me, then maybe I can help. Oh mortals, why must you care so little about your betters? We are dying, something has learned of our secrets, please…I sent word out to my sons and daughters. Help us.

With Grace,

-Inura, Wisdom, Necromancy, Moonlight.