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I was curious about the current seats of the Divan, and if one could be added. I believe that Faith should be represented, and ask for this seat to be added to the council. If this seat exists, please forward me to who holds it. As of now, the Divan is almost entirely of the Accord, spare the Scouting seat. I, as Grand Mufti, would like one too. Let me know, live and drink.

-Malik al-Jabbar

For what it's worth in almost every scenario I've been involved in like this, even if they "die" they normally don't die, I don't think anyones been charged with murder for it or anything

Steward, you came to me speaking about potential, opportunity. But, I am no scout, a Waradi would perhaps know this place you speak of, but I will need help finding it. We could even sell this fine prize to the men at your shop at a discount. Maybe it'd buy you some points with them... If this is of interest, write back to me, we can meet, and I can then assemble a strike force. Unless you were just babbling, there is potential in this prize.

Live and drink,
Warrior Malik al-Jabbar

Blackvale, your offer is noted, but my path is clear and publicly known. My movements and whereabouts are no secret on the bellows. Osric's cowardice may keep him hidden, but sooner or later, he will find the courage to confront me. Otherwise, I will persist in my hunt for him. He knows he cannot escape the inevitable—his fear of the axe is proof of his weakness.

-Malik

No Kragg mention, 0/10.

Awesome PC, excited to see what you do next

10/10 would get pickpocketed again.

The locals have a saying, "live and drink," a mantra that seems simple yet profound. I've come to understand it in a way they perhaps do not intend. Thirst varies greatly among men, not just for ale, but for life, for battle, for coin. My companion, a Dwarf of insatiable thirst, exemplifies this. It's the holy waters of Ephia that keep him on his feet... mostly.

Our travels took us to Hufaithd, or so I believe it's spelled. It's a name as strange and foreign as the creatures inhabiting it. Blue-skinned, vaguely humanoid, and utterly repugnant, they were a sight I wish to erase from memory.

Tension arose between DB and Emilia over a disagreement—likely concerning Emilia's compensation for a collective blunder. The warning was clear: another mistake could prove lethal. I'm not eager to test the truth of those words.

The task at hand was straightforward for someone of my talents. My blade, an extension of my will, met no worthy adversary among those blue abominations. Each swing brought me closer to mastery, to the renown I seek. Blood was spilled, coins exchanged hands; by all accounts, a profitable day.

Three days, four fights, one head. I will be a threat to this well, they will fear me as they do Fowabo, and as they did Vico.

Fight One : Emiliana and I were in the gutters when we were ambushed by three men, some Bandaged man who called himself Nasferatu, nonsensical. A halfling, and some cleric of the Wroth accompanied him. In the 3 vs 2 skirmish, I managed to putdown the Unholy-man, though we flee'd at this time.

Fight Two : Condottiero Paolina tasked myself, Emiliana and Ottavio with dispatching a man in Qadira, unfortunately there was a mishap, our Condottieri had said Bianchini, Fat, Bald. Not realizing Bianchini was the name, not a descriptor we had went, and there we found a fat, bald, pale man. After Emiliana paid off the locals, a quick sweep of the area showed no fruit of other men that fit the description. I engaged the fat-man and took him down in but three swings, I am not paid to kill men honorably, I will slit their throats whilst they sleep, if I must.

Fight Three : Recluta Blackadder approached me and said the Condottiero was not happy with her scolding of us for messing up the job, and that he was instructed to beat those involved down... His mistake was asking for me to make it a fight. The Dwarf and I fought for a few minutes, his War-Mace against my Greatsword... I put him down and rolled him over, for there was no bad blood. It was simply business, as far as anyone else knows, the message was received.

Fight Four : In truth, this was the easiest of the Four, there was an elf in our Barracks who was banned from the premisis, Recluta Blackadder, Ottavio and... I don't remember the last one, were entertaining her wishes to join our band. If you ask me, there are to many of us as is, perhaps I should have been killed for my failure, but... I wasn't. I'll find that fat fuck someday, no rat can hide forever.


Takeaways :

Fight One : Supply issue, while they fully enchanted and ready to fight, Emiliana and I had to make due with what we had, we fought well, she has common sense in such places.

Fight Two: I had my doubts that this man was the man we sought, when I'd brought it up, my fellow Recluta said that I misheard, that the man was fat *like* a modini, when in fact we were looking for a Fat Modini. I should have affirmed my position, a mistake I will not make again.

Fight Three : I underestimated Blackadders hide, I believe I had more in the way of valuable potions than he did, and this is what won me this battle. If we were to fight on even footing, I would be wise to use more powerful things earlier on.

Fight Four : It is time to delve into our Records, even though I was the first to swing on this Elf, I underestimated her too, she was more nimble than expected, but she ultimately was no true match. Had I been more aware of who is and isn't banned, I could have stated the assault much earlier.

Thanks for the ride boys. Really enjoyed my time here.

[A letter comes back, one with a few red droplets on it's page.]

Jerrod,

You're someone I'd like to meet! I will be busy for a short time while I... Figure some things out, but we will have to get that drink sometime.

Best Wishes,
Roderick.

[Dear Mr. al-Hamdan,]

Dear Mr. al-Hamdan,

I extend my gratitude for the opportunity to showcase "Echoes of Starlight" within the pages of your esteemed publication. As previously agreed upon, we have secured a half-page slot for our advertisement, and I am taking this moment to furnish you with the necessary particulars for this presentation.

"Echoes of Starlight" stands as a narrative-driven opera, brimming with romance and intrigue. The tale unfurls around a captivating love story that boldly challenges societal conventions, all set against a backdrop of vibrant and ever-evolving landscapes. Our objective is to craft a production that resonates with the themes of passion, conflict, and the unyielding pursuit of destiny.

As we embark on this operatic journey, we eagerly welcome the participation of talented individuals to fill various roles essential to our vision. This encompasses the main characters, the ensemble, the musicians, and the dedicated production team. Those who wish to engage with this endeavor are encouraged to contact me directly, or rendezvous with me, Balladeer Roderick Fischer, at the Krak Des Roses.

The perfect visual representation should encapsulate the core of our romantic and dramatic narrative, possibly incorporating elements that symbolize love's triumph against adversity.

Your cooperation in this venture is profoundly valued, and we are thrilled about the potential impact of this feature on the overall success of our project.

Once more, I extend my heartfelt thanks for your support. Please do not hesitate to reach out should you require any further details or clarifications.

Sincerely,

Roderick Fischer
Balladeer and Project Lead, Echoes of Starlight

[In the bustling streets of Ephia's Well, where tales unfold,Lived the Guardian of Girth, with a heart of gold.His armor gleamed, a beacon of might,A stout defender in the soft moonlight.One eve, a band of rogues, with mischief in their eyes,Decided to test the Guardian's size.They sought to challenge his legendary girth,Little knowing he'd defend the humble hearth.The rogues approached, sly grins on their faces,Unaware they'd entered weighty embraces.The Guardian stood, a mountain in their way,His laughter echoing, a jolly display."Challenge accepted!" the Guardian proclaimed,As the rogues hesitated, slightly ashamed.A game of wits, a contest of jest,To determine who among them was the best.They told jokes and tales, a humorous feat,But the Guardian's laughter, no one could beat.In the end, amidst laughter and mirth,The rogues bowed to the Guardian of Girth.A lesson learned in the Well that night,Size isn't everything, but laughter's might.The Guardian, a hero of jest and glee,In Ephia's Well, for all to see.]

Laughter's Guardian: A Jestful Night in Ephia's Well

In the bustling streets of Ephia's Well, where tales unfold,
Lived the Guardian of Girth, with a heart of gold.
His armor gleamed, a beacon of might,
A stout defender in the soft moonlight.

One eve, a band of rogues, with mischief in their eyes,
Decided to test the Guardian's size.
They sought to challenge his legendary girth,
Little knowing he'd defend the humble hearth.

The rogues approached, sly grins on their faces,
Unaware they'd entered weighty embraces.
The Guardian stood, a mountain in their way,
His laughter echoing, a jolly display.

"Challenge accepted!" the Guardian proclaimed,
As the rogues hesitated, slightly ashamed.
A game of wits, a contest of jest,
To determine who among them was the best.

They told jokes and tales, a humorous feat,
But the Guardian's laughter, no one could beat.
In the end, amidst laughter and mirth,
The rogues bowed to the Guardian of Girth.

A lesson learned in the Well that night,
Size isn't everything, but laughter's might.
The Guardian, a hero of jest and glee,
In Ephia's Well, for all to see.

[Dear Candidates,]

Dear Candidates,

As a voice within the Well, nurtured by the waters of Mother B'aara, I find myself compelled to seek insight into your aspirations for our beloved community. Your responses will be shared publicly in the League of White offices to inform the electorate.

1. Immediate Initiatives: In your first 30 days of office, what specific actions do you plan to undertake? I am keen to understand the tangible, immediate impact you aim to achieve.

2. Allotment Stand: What are your perspectives on the current allotment system? The notion of "equal allotments" has proven tedious under Marcellus' rule. Do you envision maintaining the status quo or introducing reforms?

3. Refugee Welfare: Addressing the influx of refugees, particularly the sick and poor, is a pressing concern. Given the challenges in the Rose district talks, what alternative plans or strategies do you propose to alleviate the plight of those seeking refuge within our gates?

Your thoughtful responses will guide the electorate in making informed decisions. I appreciate your time and commitment to the future of Ephia's Well.

Live and drink,
Balladeer Roderick Fischer

Note: I understand time is not on my side; I had thought I would have a week or two to form these, but I believe this is a good enough starting point.

Journal Entry: 1

In the quiet solitude of my chamber, surrounded by the echoes of Ephia's Well, I find myself compelled to pour the tempest of emotions onto these pages. The weight of my own imperfections bears down on me, a relentless burden that the tower, in its enigmatic wisdom, has chosen me to carry. A champion, a paladin, tasked with the daunting duty of healing wounds and rebuilding bridges.

Aurelio's betrayal still lingers in the air, an acrid taste on my tongue. How can I embrace the idea of forgiveness when the wounds are so fresh? His loyalty now professed feels like a fragile facade, and I grapple with the conflicting emotions that swirl within me. Can I truly trust him with the vulnerabilities I've guarded so fiercely?

Amelie, once a steadfast companion, now feels like a distant enigma. The camaraderie we once shared has been replaced by an unspoken tension, a silent game where the rules elude my understanding. The soul I thought was mine to safeguard now seems to dance on the precipice of an unknown bargain.

Within the sisterhood, complexity weaves through every interaction. Samira's words, while meant to uplift, serve as a stark reminder of the broken pieces I grapple with internally. The eyes, now cursed to unveil the true nature of those around me, reflect the price of the bloodshed I've wrought.

As the Lillie Tor beckons for the restoration of a grove, I am left questioning the very fabric of my purpose. Can a fractured soul like mine truly mend what lies in ruin? The grand design of the tower remains an elusive puzzle, and I find myself adrift in a sea of uncertainty.

The tower's whispers resonate with the weight of expectation, and I wonder if I am merely an imperfect instrument, stumbling through a symphony I can barely comprehend. In the solitude of my chamber, the emotional tempest rages on, and I am left to navigate the turbulent sea of my own doubts.

B... R... F...