The following scribing is penned in an ornate, intricate, and careful Espruar, and sent to the Society of the Ordered Mind (Pywen), Avery Horace Barons, Nyanis Norretmore, Saril, Teredrift, Cor'uilis, Saul Knightingale, and Trawynn Durdyn.
On this day, on the 21st day of the month of Ches, 151 years after the founding of the city of Sanctuary, upon the roll of the Year of Rogue Dragons, 1373 by the Reckoning of the Dalelands, I write to inform you of the death of Auvreacal, moon elven warrior of the clan of Tyrnealth.
Auvreacal was slain in combat. I know nothing of his life upon the soil of Rillifane Rallathil, so I may only write of his exile into the Night Below. Auvreacal survived the slaughter of his clan, and was cast down into the Night Below when he fled their deaths.
Here, in the depths of darkness where the Illythiiri were cast down so long ago, he bore witness to the final span of his life. Forever remembering the deaths his clan endured at the hands of the dark traitors, Auvreacal recommitted himself to the Seldarine and to Corellon Larethian, awakening a spirit within himself that was defiant, staunch, and unyielding against the terrors that assail mind, body, and soul amidst the unyielding stones. He was proud, and this pride often led to foolhardiness-but his valor and skill with the longblade were his strongest assets, and these he wielded for his People and his faith, until his life was taken from him.
As the roll of years continues and time passes endlessly in the Sage's Continuum, the deeds of an isolated warrior, Auvreacal, are inclined to be forgotten amidst the great squalor, tragedy, and despair of Sanctuary. We are one People, and in communion, I call upon those elves who knew Auvreacal to carry his memory within their hearts and minds, until they see the rays of moonlight shining down upon them, under the boughs of the Leaflord's forests, again. To those non-elves who read this, I would ask that the memory of Auvreacal empower you to remain righteous, defiant, and unbroken in the haunting chasms and lightless expanses that you endure.
The blood of Corellon Larethian and the tears of Sehanine Moonbow within Auvreacal gave him life, yet now his life has ended. Auvreacal passes now beyond the veil that separates this life from the Luminous Cloud that lies beyond. As his soul transcends, pray that he finds rest among the embrace of the Seldarine and the People, and honor his final journey to the sacred boughs of Arvandor, where he will, at last, find light without, as pure as the light he carried within.
Faith, in and of the Seldarine, when all else is the deathly call of night, sustains.