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[Sandstone College]

Warmaster Colmes, Seat of Research Acolyte Narwen,,

I have been brought forth by Acolyte Narwen to assist in the translations of the Ayyabasim Mission. Upon the second page you will find my attempted translations and documentation of my works this afternoon, as well as an attempted drawn conclusion about the future of such works.

Celybuin Hui'nalyw
Sandstone College
Brown Tassel

Translations

Phase 3: Translation and Conclusion

Of immediate attention when considering the past phase's research, one word springs to immediate mind -

...Bararu...

It appears in if not cadence, dialect, or adjacency to the Erugitic "Baharu", of famed and ill repute surrounding death and dark practice. Using this as the initial cornerstone for translation, a mixture of Formorian Dialect and Erugitic may lend to some insight.

If it is to be believed the Ayyabasim were isolated for centuries it stands to reason there would be shifts in both dialectic and linguistic tradition.

Broadening our scope while it is a logical leap if "The Shame" is what is warned against at the Crags of Penance, it stands to cause that "The Ayyabasim" would be in some stretch "The Shamed".

Therein follows:

AMSALUM.
BARAQU - Baraqu - (Baara?)
ANUNTU. -
BARARU! -Baharu - (Death?)
AYYABAS - Ayyabasim -  (The Shamed?). Ayya Bas - Bas- Bas? BASU (Shame? Curse?). BISU. BUASU. BUSTU. BALTU. BASU (Shame? Curse?).
ANNU!
ANNU!
ANNU!

Considering I was informed the tale came amidst an Ash Storm - Anuntu may be "Fled" or "Flee" - often times shaming among warriors, when fleeing or surviving.

While conjecture, potentially the second case of ANNU, chanted repeatedly, was a warning to flee the Ash storm, getting the team of visitors to safety?

Which would mean the rough translation would be

Amsalum
B'aara
Fled
Death
The Shamed/Curse
Shame/Curse - Bisu, Uasu, Bustu, Baltu. Shame/Curse.
Flee
Flee
Flee

While not a complete translation, this phase shall be shared with the Warmaster and Seat of Research. That in attending something for B'aara, they fled death, were shamed or cursed for it, and now roam the lands per the myths. The other research done shall be kept among Sandstone College but available at the War Council's Request.

In conclusion while there is much speculation here, given what I had to work on it feels accomplished. While I cannot say for certain The Ayyabasim can be relied upon, there is numerous accounting of myth, rumor, and legend that where battles waivered and desperation grew they would be present. Having fought alongside the Third Legion when it was routed by Fulmzid Silverknee, and other instances.

End of Research

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The Sibilant Myth: Volume 3
By Celybuin Hui'nalyw


The Bones of Aeb's Yoke, Tabbah 2nd, 7788

When it comes ultimately to the Sibilant and the Lizards of the Great Ring the question becomes singular as one gazes into the past: The Great Dragons. Terrifying yet majestic, thrilling yet horrific, the entities of which even the once great Collossi took to respect, revere, and fear.

The Great Ones...Fled Before us...Weep before...Dragons...

These considerations aside we drift to the notion of these auld and warring powers.

A day and a half's journey to Aeb's Yoke, if one were so inclined, would find enshrined in odd bindings the Bones of a Dragon itself, large scrawl behind massive throne intoning that the Bones would not be "Used" in War. The implication staggering and disconcerting.

The Collossi who sit so vaunted upon the Brown Tassel, among the Astronomer, among the Great Academy - They were as any other. Be it Builder or Bellicose they knew contention, they knew fear, they knew worry and they knew the hardships of this world in ways that are oft wiped clean and pristine in the scholarly works of history. Refugees gazing upon a fragment of a fragment believing they see the whole story and from kernels of falsehood glean 10,000 tales.

This Glimmering Society that so many raise on high as the zenith of magical study, the peak of engineering creation, the accumulation of all that is resplendent in the possibilities of existence - History paints another picture when it is captured from the perspective of the Empire that was bested by them.

That it is perhaps, no greater folly, to base one's entire study and pursuit on the Idyllic rather than the Real.

That is is perhaps, equally folly, to crave so much to emulate an Empire that has fallen to collapse and ruin.

For Time is undefeated and the realm littered with ancient empires fallen by the wayside.

May the Sibilant serve as a reminder to keep one's feet planted firmly on the ground when undertaking Archaeology of the other Era.

O Zyrkk'al! Above...You range. O! Cipactl! Your Mastery...We Hail.

For upon the Great Ziggurats designs and architecture, it is plain to see they were used as places the Great Dragons may land on high and oversee their supplicants, names carved in stone by those who so often avoid the stone, that they may last for ages. To picture massive claws balanced precariously but effortlessly upon the pyramid, while great serpent rise with wings spread to spew fire, acid, and more into the heavens beyond. A terrifying, wholly awesome, and miserable sight.

...And yet I sit among this Cathedral of Knowledge, filled with books perpetrating the Sibilant Myth, that their empire of diplomats, envoys, dangerous magics, and Dragon overseeing their supplicants be discarded.

Yet while the Colossi vanished, those supplicants yet draw breath - Discarded by scholars as savages, tribal slavers, and ignorant. Armies mustered by Diakos and others facing the Orcs in the South discarded as a fringe threat since "Solved" by abominable brooking with astral horrors of the far and distance space. Armies mustered in the Northeast by Sha-Kal whose archaeological works carve deep into the Coiled Canyon in every passing moment.

Countless Refugee Scholars indulging in imaginative Collosi Fantasy to reclaim their past.

While the Sibilant Empire is still very, very alive.

And working tirelessly to regain what was lost, through blood, through archaeology, and through blackest magic.

End Final Volume

The Sibilant Myth: Volume 2
By Celybuin Hui'nalyw

Sagebrush Scouting Corps engaging during Ash Storm with Sibilant Remnants at Kl'syyk, Maribeh 28 7788

Compounding this thesis, that the Sibilant Empire does in fact hold consideration, I present for consideration the Ziggurat of Kl'syyk. Located beyond the Spindlebridge and a contested ground between the Sibilant and its lesser once-slaves - The Melek, Kobold, Goblin, and more. Though I would not sully any other researcher's travels to this battlefield there are a few etchings taken which stand to justify the premise of the previous volume and expand to future considerations.

The first of which comes from a Monolith and lends curious imperial context.

Here is...Outpost of Empire... In these Temples...Taken. Behind Walls...Praised. And in dead land...Watch Held...Kept for...Thousand Years... so Tyrants do not return

It is not uncommon in imperial dialect to consider the othering of a foe by any means, as so often seen in Purple League political discourse. What is curious though is for all the aeons of knowledge of the Sibilant in the past, and in the modern era the discontent and howling of Enslavement and more - Their history speaks of Warding, for Thousands of years, against Tyrants. It is often said the Wheel turns in this College, and in the most basic form do we see it laid before us. For even the Lizardfolk, the dreaded Empire, feared a Tyrant or Other.

Building upon this block though brings further emphasis to the thesis - Such an outpost and other locales of the Great Ash Desert are targets of consideration and Excavation, by the holdouts and remnants of the Empire. And those Excavations are targeted - not unlike other Digs, by those who would prevent knowledge from being discovered. As highlighted herein.

...have burned them, hacked at them...Trees can scream...Bark...Howl...We have learned...

It lends to suggestion of the carved works of the Dunewalkers - so often shrouded in Cacti skin, and of old era of Jungle and more such no doubt would have taken the likeness of Palm-Frond, Tree, and more. The early vestiges of a Civilization or Empire, rebuked by those who ever contest encroachment.

Though every answer brings more questions - Be they the Tyrants spoken of? Or is there Another?

Lastly then as we have painted this picture - Of amidst this old and ancient battle ground still contested to this day: Where auld secrets and records kept, contested by former slaves and Dunewalkers alike (Potentially even...the so-called Latent?), a final piece to the puzzle. From the high-dialect.

Log of... St'kuslim...Cunning, Excavator-General.

...Sha-Kul...Abhorrence beyond doubt, whose power...peoples... unparalleled (save...He)...receives missive...St'kuslim... Task it is... prise up things from earth... so...Shackles Broken...our Ancient Charge...restor'd

Ultimately raising in clearest sense that Where auld secrets and records kept, contested by former slaves and Dunewalkers, Excavations undertaken through the Eras. Believing therein would be tools to "Break the Shackles" and means to "Defy the Tyrants"

That amidst the Dunes there lay secrets of the Sibilant, potentially predating their Empire or means by which it gave to rise - still sought, still endeavored for.

And if we blind ourselves to such a pursuit we miss opportunity.

The Sibilant Myth must be extinguished. They are not mindless, they are not merely savage, they are not fodder for Boardworkers.

The search must be considered - For is something that has enticed them to this day from time before time, when Empire stood, or perhaps even before. Perhaps even how it came to rise. Perhaps an answer to stave off our own woes, our foes, or at the very least begin to understand more.

End of Volume II

The Sibilant Myth
By Celybuin Hui'nalyw

Sibilant Forces engaging with Melek insurgents at Kl'syyk, Maribeh 16th 7788

It is a common thing I have learned since awakening in this desert to disregard the remnants of the Sibilant Empire as a savage breed of cruel and merciless luddites. Of thrown spears, of backwards and immoral black magic, and of the monstrous foe to simply be cut down. Of Backwater Slavers incapable of higher thought.

There is such a romancing in the Archaeological mainstream of the Collosi's sage wisdom etched of Formoria, of the Orentid's black-marred history in and around Ephia, of the Caliphate's ancient and splendid past, each passing age washing away of all wrongdoing and distilling among the imagination of the Refugee. History though is not pristine, it is not clean, nor pretty. It is easily swayed - particularly when Ephia is so freshly reminded of Red Hill.

That is not to say I sympathize with the Sibilant by any means. Yet I feel it is a glaring oversight to perpetuate this Myth. That thought the Sibilant who once ruled over not one ring, not ten rings, but the entirety of the so called City of Rings, merely cast aside as fleeting.

For as said in History of the Rings: The Sibilant Empire-

"While...the whole Society is martially bent, necessary for...oppression of...species, diplomats...assassin-thieves are also known..."

And as said in Introduction to Ancient Languages-

I have been, in my research blessed to read the strange alphabets of... the swirling symbols of the Ancient Sibilant... The... The fascinating High Caste Cuneiform

And as said in Eye for an Eye -

The Warmblood Envoys...not...and turned to ... ... the Dishonored Dead!

This lends easy credence to hypothesis. There is a reason they work so ravenously past the Spindlebridge and wherever the auld Ziggurats are found. They too are undertaking Archaeological works parallel to the Astronomers of Q'tolip in search of new tools and the Cinquefoil Rose in search of the DQWR.

Gaze upon the Empire. Multiple language spanning numerous castes, an Empire encompassing the entirety of much of the once lauded City of Rings, aeons of rule and discovery and culture and more left behind in fragments. Pieces of enchanted equipment ranging from High magic to lowest spear. Primitive Tools discovered and the history brought back to life in recreation of archaic Engineering by Machinists using old bundles. The fact modern-Sorcerers yet adorn in fetishes of snake, of lizard, and of Skull-Helm etched of Gold.

That they had Envoy with the "Warmbloods" mentioned in one text, Diplomats in another, it suggest political influence with other, non-slave, entities and a more complex glimpse of the political landscapes of the eras.

And yet there is a presence within this City remaining still, and so much more buried beneath that has yet been yet discovered. Ignored. Overlooked.

All predicated on the Myth that The Empire is to be disregarded, while their own Sibilant Excavators daily labor across the Great Ash to find something. Something that so far no one in this College could tell me what. No Nadiri could tell me what. No Student. "They seek the Cup" is all it circles to - but it seems so much more. Millenia of knowledge of their Venomancers, their Priests, their works of Sorcerey robust and unknown. But the Myth is that we best disregard them.

A myth that I for one will not proliferate, as I continue my investigations.

What do they search for presently? And more importantly what of the other civilizations enduring in their Era may be gleaned to their own workings? And has it any use or practical implication in the modern era, akin to the Collosi Shield or otherwise?

End Volume I

EFU is feeling more job than fun lately, taking the week.

Sister Selsi
Hello, beloved Ephia's Well. The Sisterhood Charity Auction, sponsored by the First Seat, will be beginning in approximately thirty minutes. We'll be auctioning off donated goods and services at the Verdant Stage to raise money for the new District. Beloved contributors to the auction include -

Faisal, Alejandro, and Legate Gausim. I'm certain there might be something for just about everyone. Have a wonderful day- and we hope to see you all there!

After the Auction, came raised word

Sister Selsi
I'd like to thank, again, all the participants in our auction! Together we've raised from this auction twenty four thousand and one Dinar for the new District fund, pushing us all along a little bit farther to beginning this great new work. Together we'll make our Well- and the world- a little bit better.

I hope you all have a wonderful day!

Yet still after that came further word, as more donations flowed. As well as a charitable matching of the Ephian Treasury with both Legates agreeing to match the Auction and Donated funds. Announcement came thereafter.[/i

Gausim al-Marain
Live. And Drink. I am pleased to announce that the Auction has resulted in 60,000 dinar donated to district costs of Shaimela's Splendor. 30,000 dinar from Auction and Donation, with a matching 30,000 dinar from Ephia's Treasury.

With the sums acquired we now officially have three fourths of the needed sum for the breaking of ground, while we still await the Gohari Survey as well as the other interested parties of investment. May I extend gratitude to you each and all for your contributions, as we near completion.

As Scribes tabulate the sums with the claim of the Legate of the First Seat's bellows, word spreads that over 375,000 dinar of the 500,000 needed to break ground on the project acquired. Efforts continue apace as the Gohari Heavy Machinery survey awaits, as well as word from the others of Bazeel's potential investors.

[Balladeer,]

Balladeer,

Firstly may I extend congratulations. Your efforts recognized by many, including your superiors, allows more of your efforts to expand and undertakings pursued. There is still much work to be done but it is good that you rise to the occasion.

As for the Call to Prayer regrettably the Gutter Beast's attacks and ensuring Secular affairs limited such things. It is why though it is raised each week, a routine, like the Sable Cloak itself coming to descend over the Disc in spite of the Demon.

It is no imposition at all for meeting newcomers and refugees, aiding their tutoring, is in no small part why I have been dispatched from The Great Temple to Ephia's Well. I shall endeavor to find her in the coming days but so too I welcome her to the Temple the same to speak with any.

Honored Waterbearer Gausim al-Marain
Of The Great Temple of Baz'eel
Legate of the First Seat

[Student Caddick]

Student Caddick,

Your words humble me. The teachings of Mother B'aara are profound and at times difficult to explain to the Refugee. There is, at its barest core, a kernel of compassion that resonates in the heart of those who have suffered so long, traveled so far, and endured. That we may bring them peace is the goal. Poor teachers we would be to cast them off, after mistakes such as last week. Though the wounds grievous they may yet be mended.

As for music of Baz'eel it comes in many form. From the raucous piano played Ja'zeel, to the sonorous and melodic horns, to the varied hymn and songs carried by Baz'eelan Choir. Each is unique and yet a truly splendid thing to witness concert. But if we speak of matters of which truly move the heart. The Temples of B'aara circulate the flow of water. It brings with it a varied tune depending upon the temperature of the water, the speed of the flow, and the cadence of the drip.

To sit, listen, it brings an almost meditative quality. Pay visit the Blessed Temple in the Souk for a half hour's time. And perhaps you can get a glimpse of what I mean by such.

Honored Waterbearer Gausim al-Marain
Of The Great Temple of Baz'eel
Legate of the First Seat

As word spreads of the Charity Auction to come, the first prizes announced.

Gausim al-Marain

With the announcement of the Auction to come in six days time, Five Writs I have seen drafted which, along with other merchandise and more, the Sisters shall be raising bids upon in hopes of securing funds for the new district.

The first shall be an invitation to the Ecstatic Terrace, to speak on any matter or policy you wish passed or merely to enjoy the view for as long as you like.

The second, Authorization from the First Seat for one month of Arms Bearing.

Third, Discount of Wand and Potion for one month's time.

Fourth shall be a Writ of Mercy, for as one who gives so very generously may have their judicial sentancing reduced. A letter of Character that may be introduced in one's defense, on behalf of the Mother B'aara.

And the finale piece. Authorization of Descent from the First Seat, for the remaining tenure of my time as Legate. Though one would still require authorization from the Second Seat. If you are charitable enough to the auction though your work cut in half. Come, spend, for best cause.

[Mark Miller]

Mark Miller,

Expertise is ever a welcome insight. While others have simply stated a few complaints you have given thorough and well reasoned considerations as to why this project may be worth considering forward.

Though tradition remains a concern I shall speak with Legate Akna, hear her thoughts, and we shall hopefully speak with you in due time.

A luxury of the waters of the Well - They flow. Fire may not be so much an issue but easily if we go in this direction perhaps water may be considered.

Honored Waterbearer Gausim al-Marain
Of The Great Temple of Baz'eel
Legate of the First Seat

[La Banda,]

La Banda,

It is known that recovery still underway but it is so too known that La Banda Rossa's successes and fortunes ever broadened from fastidious works and shrewd contract.

Though the Bodyguard License failed, Arms Bearing Authorization sits now the purview of a single Legate. And such a thing could go far in improving your contracts among the Voiced and more if due equipped and more security can be provided.

If you could among your collective select one of yours to negotiate I would be glad to begin engagement, to discuss Arms Bearing Authorization, terms, cost, and more for the Company as a whole that we may ensure these actions of the past week do not repeat themselves anew.

Honored Waterbearer Gausim al-Marain
Of The Great Temple of Baz'eel
Legate of the First Seat

[Fair friends Purple,]

Fair friends Purple,

In speaking with the Sisters an Auction is to be held to see the raise of funds in pursuit of the final push towards seeing Shaimela's Splendor built at the Sand Gate. As well as the investments of fair Baz'eel forward.

As part of this auction I shall be offering some personal charity, but if any of you wish to consider such, we would have no doubt a chance to see excess merchandise stock sold and further funds drafted towards the cause.

I can safely say I imagine none wish this project to stall, falter, or find its way back to the Rose Gate.

Seek out Sister Selsi or send word my way, that I may see such to her, as she and her acolyte Narwen have charitably agreed to orchestrate such.

Honored Waterbearer Gausim al-Marain
Of The Great Temple of Baz'eel
Legate of the First Seat

//Aim is for Sunday, 3 PM CST, but any surplus merchandise, offers, or more welcome to see my way or to Selsi

[On Violence]

On Violence
Gausim al-Marain

Envision if you would, an oasis pleasant and serene.  Heave a boulder into such. Watch the splash, the ripples, the consequence.

This. This is violence. Many believe it is a matter that resolves itself when satisfaction had. This word, satisfaction. It is used by the Wroth, by the outringers of the old City for their "Duello", and more. Violence though is not only a physical wounding. A wound of the Soul.

Disregarding other options, other considerations, other outcomes, for what? Sticks and Stones. Savagery. Magic to inflict your will - not by the spirit of that argument, not by the valid nature of the claim, not by divine mandate, not by due status, any power save your self.

A singular, errant action to disrupt all things, in the intimation that you are correct where others false. For while you may believe your actions just, you cannot tell how far the ripples, the splash, the consequences will reach.

Ballader Koji so proud, so dutiful, it is known he long aspired to see feud with Vico ended. Had he done such in the desert, in the Castle de Rose, it would have been still egregious.

But to do so in the Chamber of Rule. To drop his sword and declare "Feed me to the Lions, Feed me to the Condottiero, I care not". This callousness, this lack of foresight, this lack of wisdom, this belief of infallibility. That one called a "Cancer" excised. Damn the consequence.

...And in the process damn us all.

For hours did the Unspoken sit carved upon the Stele. For hours was Government sealed. Before Ambassador to Ka'esh, Director of Gohari Heavy Machinery, the Voiceless, the Voiced who came to our Assembly. This Settlement not viewed as some bastion of Refugee, of haven for the downtrodden, of pillar of aspiration for the Great Ash Desert. A place where The Unspoken's Name was howled by black magic, ripped from the throats of all who dwelled in Ephia's Well, on the fateful day that yesterday was. This settlement viewed as barbaric. Violent. Cruel. Apathetic. And welcoming of the Violence and chaos that is courted by the Unspoken once Spoken.

As a Woman's Corpse tossed into our heart of Rule with wanton disregard for propriety, care, or attending the dead. And so soon after as a Man's Corpse made fresh, lifesblood pooling on the stones. As violence of steel, spell, flung and splattered upon the Stele and walls and floors.

Though the first impact of the Boulder, the Deconsecration of the Stele, was settled.

How far were the ripples?
How large was the splash?
How could any know?
What the repercussions to come?

...While Astronomers smirked and jeered of their foes misfortunes, have we just empowered Diakos' rank, dooming their projects south to be overwhelmed as flesh and bone and more ripped from the innards of the Apothar and Nadiri? As newly emboldened of the Unspoken felt the ripples of the name and the red lights shot in to the sky, visible from so far?

...While the Legion struggled to maintain order, as so much chaos was focused upon the Chamber of Rule, and the Arena in the aftermath, what of those deserters in the Creep who howled and cheered and laughed at our failing? Of they who hunt, and prey upon the innocent.

...And while The Grandmaster's own Lyrist and others, upon the steps of the Pyramid, listened to her lament of the death of her dream. Only to be told "Yes, Grandmaster, and you killed it" as rose-cloaks tossed to the ground, have we just disenfranchised countless Refugee from the Accord?

...And while Recluta ask, "Condottiero, Must we still protect these swine?" The answer of "That depends on La Capitana and the Grandmaster" sending a blanching of pallor across the crowd, with renewed fears of new potential violence to come betwixt La Banda and Balladeer?

...These wounds so deep. So jarring. So fierce.
This. This the cost of Violence.
Time shall tell what shape the scars will take.

DM Shout:
Chaos and confusion around the Pyramid after an Assembly with death and violence aplenty.

Baleful glows emanate from the Pyramid's topmost spires.

Bashir Khatara
'Please evacuate the Pyramid immediately! EEK!'

DM Shout:
Chaos and confusion around the Pyramid after an Assembly with death and violence aplenty.

From the Pyramid's tip, a terrible red glow radiates from the topmost tip.

Aaisha al-Samar
Sealing Protocals are to be Enacted in the Chamber of Rule. All Non-Essential Staff are to be removed from the Pyamid at once!

DM Shout:The entire Well trembles.

Upon the lips of all, there is a word, and it is plain:

BASHMU.

Doubt

Gausim al-Marain
What began as an allotment of unprecedented graciousness and offer by the Balladeers, to see the entirety of the Accord's funds attended and prepared for trying times to come, to see all Three branches given a third increase over the Saenus standard...

What began as a heartfelt speech of agreement, from Sergeant Ashworth, about his men, his boys, who he called like sons, seeking to build something. To grow something. To aid and improve matters going forward, to help preserve us from the Gutters, to aid the District...

Even Apothar Mevura, putting aside politics, taking in feelings, seeing, hearing the wisdom in what was espoused. Espousing himself of what could be brought in a future. Such a show of unity. The three branches of the Accord.

...So much pain, so much grief, so much resentment, anger, bitterness. Festering. Clawing and cloying at the chest. Ripping through flesh, blood, steel. And now I fear, I wonder, were these words even true? Was this even genuine?

So much doubt, sowed by violence. So much agony. Such things manifest the Unspoken. A curse unlike the last - for at least, in some way, cause was given to Diakos' machinations and malicious intents. To sow his revenge. To make us suffer.

Before I made my way here I prayed to B'aara, to find the words. To stir in my teachings, my thoughts, my hearts - something I could say which would bring soothing. All I can muster is this, from the same Hymn I used to open the ASsembly.

To thee I cry, O'lady of the Wheel.

To rule though is not merely the lavish office, it is not the fame of a name known by many, it is not the claims of that how nobly you shall graciously accept your duty. It is in the work done. So I say this. We press on.

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In escort from the Krak de Rose, a number of Balladeers, an Acolyte, and the Legate after his claim to press on. They move with purpose collecting water at the Temple of B'aara, before making for the Pyramid.

There they are joined with others, including Legate Ymir, benediction given by Acolyte Narwen while Vizier Bashier prepares the keys to unseal the Temple. And the War-Party to enter.

DM Shout:
There is a great fluttering of wings in the spaces of the Pyramid...

And then...the funds dispensed. 32,000 dinar to each of the Accord. By now Balladeer Aurelio's orders 10 to each of the petals, and 2,000 to the district. Though the Sisters graciously offering 2,000 of their share the same.

Resolve

Gausim al-Marain
[A soft huffing, and puffing] And so... We did press on. Into the Pyramid. Eight-times clockwise the Monolith, countering the Wyrm. Balladeer, Sister, Astronomer, Legion, Legates, more... In Quest dispatched by the Balladeers to atone...

In laying low the Unspokens snakes, in laying low their champions, in slaying Great Lizard, Basilisk, and more that had infiltrated our sacred Pyramid. And in Consecration, B'aara returned. The Pyramid opened. Though matters dire. New legislation to come in the coming days...

...But as the Sable Cloak holds us this night, rejoice. The Mother has recognized the steps of atonement. Her mercies boundless. And chance we yet have to better. Live, my friends. Live. And Drink.

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Though the Mother returned to the Stele... scar tissue yet to form from such deep wound.

[Gausim]

We are overdue to speak. Seek me before or after the assembly tomorrow.

Gausim