A copy has been left at the Council quarters, the Watch House, the Society, New Dunwarren and finally the Seekers. 'Important' is largely written on the sealed envelope.
With the Seekers' effort to investigate a plague spread amongst the Orogs' on the North Shore, the following was discovered as we fought our way through their masses, into a building one can only reach through means of levitation or well, a rope. I myself, Tyrus Creed and a group of four companions who will each remain unnamed for now. Inside a house built on the highest ground of the commune we encountered several Slaadi. Grey ones, green ones, red ones. Plenty of those; as well as a device right at the entrance which strips one from their spells. We advanced, fighting our way through several more Orogs who were also inside the building. Looked a damned lot like the Bowels, too. We found machinery there which we couldn't determine the purpose of. Not sure if they were still functioning either. We advanced deeper, where we had to break down a door made of the most solid steel. Took me a lot of force and fire to dent it, finally it went down though. What we found there, is what this letter is going to be all about.
Inside the room, we found a single Orc in a pool of blood, surrounded by five or six Slaadi. We slayed the lot of them. Then the strangest thing happened, the Orc, the dead Orc, started transforming into a Slaad. Six feet tall. We put it down, but our worries were confirmed. The Slaad-Fever exists. We went on to slay every single damned Slaad and Orog we encountered. One of them Orogs' shouted us to get away from him, for he was diseased. We killed him, but nothing happened. Probably in the early stage.
We went on, and encountered the largest Slaad either of us had ever seen. Over ten feet tall it stood. It was encaged by a high form of Magic, caused by a Lich which he called his master. Inside the cage there was an orb, which the Slaad used to enhance his divination arts, which he claimed he was most adept at. Nothing too familiar with Slaadi myself. It claimed it was held prisoner by the Lich who used him to spy on Sanctuary through the orb. It begged us to set him free so he could leave our plane. Didn't believe half of it, but I sensed no taint in him. I ordered to have him dispelled, but the magic barrier forming his cage wouldn't let anything pass, not even Magic.
We set the creature free. There was no other option. If he spoke the truth, we would have been rid of the creature and the Lich would have lost a great deal of power. If he lied, we would have attempted to slay it and break the Orb. Go figure. Once we set it free, I sensed an evil inside of it like I've never felt before, the creature facing the definition of pure evil, pure chaos. Decided to call it a Death Slaad for that reason. We fought it for some time. Our weapons brought it little harm. It cast Death magic on us. I recognized several "Finger of Death" attempts. One of our group got the full blow, but eventually lived through it. Later we would see it casting a spell which pulled the earth open under a large group of Orogs, sucking them into the pits of hell, and another spell which brought massive death to that same group of Orogs with a reddish glow.
We couldn't defeat the beast. I held it up as long as I could while others were carrying the one who fell unconscious to the many hits he took from the Finger of Death. We thought him dead! Being able to hold it off long enough using a sludge drink, the others could escape the building. However, one of our very men was bitten by the Death Slaad. Something started growing inside of him, and he will not outlive the next ten-day unless a cure to the Slaad Fever is found. It drove him nuts, the thing inside of him.
We retreat to the Druid Circle, where we sought the aid of the Grey Druid to provide a cure to the fever. Instead, we found many skulls inside the cave, floating, fire around them. It took us long before we killed them, but the Druid was nowhere to be found. Our scout reported the Death Slaad was right outside the cave. We heard a fight. We prayed to our Gods', and went to war with weapons greatly enchanted. Aye. I smote the beast best I could, several times. Eventually it was knocked to the floor and we could deal our last, finishing blows. It was down. It was, until it's body began to Troll-Regenerate like I've never seen before. Within a blink of an eye, all of its' wounds were cured. Unable to take it down again, we let it battle the Orogs while we sought our retreat, the Orogs' only able to hold it up for so-long. Seconds, perhaps.
I think I managed to destroy the Orb he used to spy on Sanctuary. The Lich master of the creature is the greatest threat to us, it had to be destroyed. Though I'm not sure I managed. The Lich will probably encage and enslave the Death Slaad again. It's bound to happen. It will resume to spy on our settlement. It knew all about it.
The Slaad Fever exists, and there's no current way of fixing it. The Grey Druid Circle is at great danger. The Slaadi are breeding an army of Orog-Slaad. There's a Slaad growing inside one of our men. He has ten days to live unless a cure is found. A Lich took interest in our settlement.
It's time to take action.
Torm's Faithful, Tyrus Creed
[Edit: A copy has been left inside the Temple of New Dunwarren with one of the Guards. It's only shown to those who are known protectors of the comminity.]