Letter from Dalecara
To: Helvarin Sir Adam Vansen
From: King Dan Salmonface
Dagon smiles upon you, Sir. Aye, I do not doubt that news of the troubles Dalecara is facing have made its way eastward. A state of war is now upon all Dalecarans, and the aggressor is naught but ourselves. It seems that our new found freedom has awoken the beast in many men. To go so long without inter-chieftain war… only for it rear its ugly head when we are so vulnerable.
Word will soon spread to the eastern lands that I have declared myself King of the Dalecarans. With this declaration, I know I am inviting more violence; yet, I know it will cause some of the weaker chiefs to finally pledge fealty to me. I wage this war not for greed, but for unity. The Dalecarans of old had a history that lasted a thousand years. Their ruthlessness and violence were only ended by a king; with this war I hope to do the same. I move with impunity granted to me by Lord Dagon himself; those who stand in my way will understand Lord Dagon’s wrath… a fate words cannot describe.
The Dalecarans prospered under the Helians, aye. No man can deny this. That is why I will accept your offer for aid. I will ask much of you here… and I will understand if you cannot deliver it all. Any form of help is appreciated.
First, I ask that you take my grandson, Dag, a lad of only four and ten, into your protection. It is known that the Torgilings seek to eradicate my bloodline from this world… should my last son and I die in the wars to come, it will be Dag who can carry on our bloodline. Take him as a ward, teach him your proud people’s histories… do anything to ensure he is safe and well guarded. He is a studious and respectful lad; he will not cause you any trouble.
And secondly, I would have you send me arms. My host is slowly regathering. It seems many scattered at the sight of the Torgilings. But now they come back to me. They too fear Dagon’s wrath. Yet, even with my host regathering, and the men from other chiefs reinforcing us… I fear Torgil Stormsen’s numbers have become superior. I hope it will be the arms of your people that can make a difference. I would have asked you to fight alongside me in the wars to come, aye, that would be a great honor, but the Dalecarans I seek to unite will lend me no credibility if I let foreigners fight them, even if they are great friends.
I do not ask for all this for free; I would pay you in any way possible. My grandson, Dag, is of marriageable age soon; perhaps a marriage pact could seal this deal. Or perhaps, once I recover my stolen jewels, I can pay you handsomely. You name the price, and we will cooperate.
I do not keep your gods, and you do not keep mine. But I know Lord Dagon will smile upon you for your friendliness and valour. May the waves protect you, friend.
Dan Salmonface, King of the Dalecarans