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Happy Abala day. =]

I think I figured out a fix, will do so in a bit and note it on discord.

::[Kanon Hray 22, IY 7787].:

And then a great light, pure and true, shines up from the Isle of Banafsi. So bright that even those far away, upon the Plaza of Ephia's Well can behold its glory. Lighting up the night's sky, occluding the stars. Pure sunlight, shining against the dark.

A glimmer of uncertainty shines among of Sea of Pearls. A boiling pot simmers over and rolls when the final ingredient is added to the mix. The stench of fireworks and blood, copper and bitter, drift unto Qadari's shore carried by the breeze.

Many of my opponents speak proudly of what they would do, or what they intend to do, yet can you truly say that they could stand up to the same challenges that I did? Many dangers, and many threats, throwm against us, and every time I stood up to face them, and guided our Well.

Even now, at the end of my second Term, our treasury is healthier than it ever was before, and this is after a period of disaster and loss that I cannot recall before, in the Well's History. On my very first day I was told that we had nothing..

We were faced by strife, and challenges I ccould never imagine. And today, I can finally see our Well grow. A vote for Purple, is a vote for Stability, Safety and Growth, from a Man who has worked tirelessly for Ephia and its people.

Works of strife, stability, choices and gambits made for prosperity and just survival. All of these cloaked in hushed mummer and stabbing complaints levied upon the Legates of Ephia's Well. Shouldn't they do better? Could they have? Who can say, honestly.

A deep glow from the Island of Banafsi, fires still burning even now. Word carries quickly. Hephaestus of Banafsi and General Diocles have made landing upon the island, and raised a revolt against the rule of the Archonate. For now the details remain just that, hazy and inconclusive..

Some say the Archon is now dead, and Hephaestus crowned as King in her stead. Some say the revolt failed, that it was snuffed out at the very moment it sparked.

Other, more sober figures, suggest that the tale is not ended, and the Island of Banafsi is now engulfed in a fratricidal war, the type which does not end quickly or cleanly. Instead, resolving only when families are emptied of children, and friends turned into the bitterest of foes.

Civil War.

Confusion reigns tonight. Eyes towards the dying embers of the night's flames, darkly.

Kanon Hray 22. IY 7787.

Liberation Day.

The route to Banafsi is now closed.

The voices who could say are quiet now.

[Legate Domhnall Guivarch]

::[Kanon Hray 21st, IY 7787]::

At a time when doors are opened to all guests, certain public relations with foreign entities are strained and flexed as required of them. Conflicts swirl with Ephia's Well being caught between much of it. Legate Domhnall Guivarch of the White League is elected and jointly with incumbent Legate Marcellus Saenus of Purple, do they navigate much of the difficulties of their stations to mixed results and various disagreements:

Kanon Hray 15th, IY 7787. The events of yesterday linger heavily in the minds of those involved, not yet fading from vision, yet somehow muggy, soft-edged. A dream. From the mercenary band's arrival and demand of Hephaestus of Banafsi ...

... to the discovery of an active Qa'immi drone within the Well's walls, apparently broadcasting logistical information to the enemy, and the following execution of the infamous priestess Mari Blacke.

A haze that only when observed directly, truly comes into view. There is worry amongst the citizens of the Well, of the growing number of threats beyond the borders, and within them.

Iakmes, and the Thousand Clans preparing for war. Diakos, and his Broken Host performing profane rights throughout the desert. The Archon of Banafsi, and the Pretender King Hephaestus, given succor in the Well.

And above it all, a spiders web of intrigue, of worry, of panic. Qa'im. Their arm is long, their influence seen by many in every machination, in every threat.

On a somewhat better note, Il Modo has opened routes of communications with diplomats of Ephia's Well, and generously, other notable members of the accord for talks. While some small mishap is rumored to have occurred over eel oil, nothing insurmountably negative has seemed to have taken place. Other small words whisper of dangers afforded to these new dealings and certain hushed and sensitive information. People missing, murdered, and secrets locked:

And then came excitement, focused on the Diplomatic Delegation sent to Il Modo, led by both Legates Marcellus and Domhnall. They were gone for some time, returning after their long journey with reports of them looking a mixture of tired, confused, and even some say - fearful.

Full details of the situation are not known by many outside of the Pyramid, with only scattered whispers of their encounters and of the wonders of Il Modo.

Accord sanctioned assaults on Iakmes' camps continue, though no full mobilisation of forces has, or perhaps ever will be, approved by the current administration. Though the orc chief seems content enough to stay within the lands of the Rampart...

... many speak with worry about the Thousand Clans and their next move.

Sightings of Sibilant forces, and of Diakos himself, seem to grow. Though many believe them simply to be misunderstood rumour, flights of fancy, or simple lies. However, again in recent days serpentine shapes have been seen, formed of crimson-green smoke, within the ash clouds.

And throughout it all, the click-clack, tick-tock of Qa'immi sightings are whispered most fearfully in the days following the revelation of what many are scared is a very large, and very sophisticated network of spies within the Well...

... while others consider these rumours to be nothing more than ignorance, turned to fear, turned to panic... threatening instability, if those grim feelings turn further, into violence.

Kanon Hray 18th, IY 7787. A day of confusion, of bloodshed, and the rattling of sabres. The disappearance of two high profile citizens of the Well, who both incidentally shared the same office... Recluta 'Boots' and People's Magistrate 'Squeev', the latter of which it is said was found...

..though found beaten and bloody, in the Gutters. The Janissary scramble to investigate. Boots, however, is yet to be found. The Banda Rossa grow more and more concerned..

The arrival of strange dignitaries from Baz'eel, the whispers of a murdered clockmaker, the Well seems as a dry tinder in the wake of the death of Mari Blacke, awaiting a spark...

Another election stirs and the unrest and chance to seize power, for better or worse, breaks much complacencies the voiceless could otherwise indulge. Justice for Mro Po and fireworks filled the skies of Ephia's Well before an emergency session was held. Janissary injustices, Licensing, and the roles and complications of the Accord ever at the present:

Interesting times are surely ahead for Ephia's Well; rumors spread that an election is soon to begin for the seat currently held by Legate Marcellus Saenus. Prospective candidates flock to their Leagues and supporters, eager to curry the favor of both their patrons and the masses, beginning a five-day primary.

And so it begins

The announcement does not come as a surprise, but regardless the Leagues are a sudden flurry of activity. Officials, attache, voters, deal-makers, influential members large and small take to the streets...

The fight for the Second Seat, currently held by Legate Marcellus Saenus, is said to likely be a great battle. Though no League are yet to pick their official candidates, the streets have been awash with rumour in weeks past...

19th of Kanon Hray. The Time when All Doors are Opened, so the auspices for the month go. Yet so many cry out that they have been barred. That the business of governance happens behind lock and key. That their Voices are not heard. Ad hoc assemblies have been called that end in discontent.

In this time of uncertainty and great promise, there is still a lingering feeling of concern... these past few weeks have been fraught with danger, within and without. Murders, trials, riots. Diplomatic missions... what platform will the Candidates pick to fight upon?

Individuals of each league bustle to their halls, where candidates and constituents shuffle themselves behind closed doors. The Voiced are eager to hear the campaigns of their candidates, and the Well lights up with activity.

Already the first candidates have taken their petitions. Of Marcellus, the sitting Legate. Of Eamon, an up and comer of the League of Gold. Of the League of White, none yet step up. Who will rise to the occasion..?

The first evening of the Primaries rolls on, the League offices awash with petitioners, and lively discussion and debate, at least amongst the Leagues of Gold and White. The League of Purple office is remarkably quiet...

We greet warmly the new season of elections and celebrate the liberties afforded to the Voiced of the Well. In these great days of debate, deliberation, and excitement, let us not forget the dispossessed, the Voiceless masses who teem in great throngs in this, our home.

For liberty is merely privilege extended unless enjoyed by one and all, and the system of popular government we enjoy belongs to everyone, not merely the wealthy and powerful. Do not forget them, for I say that if the lot of us should vanish, they will persist. But if they should so much as shrug...

All of this shall vanish. Regard warmly and with due respect the slumbering giant upon whose shoulders rest your works and ambitions.

Happy Halfbrood day!!! =]

Nah, they both hate you and get along long enough for that.

[War Legate Marcellus Saenus]

Tesrin Hray 13th, IY 7787,

The month of Tesrin Hray was a bitter one. Following the many losses of those that ranged beyond the Wastes to the broken fortress and at last to a man upon the Red Hill still have their songs sang and prose recounted. The toil and the effects of the devastation and turnabout in the ranks and order of the Accord are still yet felt even as new leaders and shapers make names for themselves.

Tested mettle is ironed out as War Legate Marcellus Saenus continues his tenure. Out doing his would be rivals despite numerous outrage and scandal to how the war effort was handled, and worse yet, whispers of possible actions by Qa'im. How muted and muddled the results of this conflict could be a sign of proper recovery efforts, or a waning interest by the public. Regardless, outspoken followers of the White League still decry certain atrocities committed.


Following suit, various uncertainties and potential calamities unfolded in the interest of certain knowledge. The Torchbearers, a group of loosely affiliated explorers, adventurers, graverobbers, or outright sociopaths depending upon whom you ask, become word of contention and rumor frequently as misfortune and ancient evils seem to spring from all matter of traps they spring.

The Beast, The Blood Horror unleashed from the Vault, "The Centuries of Thirst". Such things are posed to them as foolish and risky endeavors released for but crumbs of knowledge hoarded. And to what use of the Well? Many of these plights are seemingly alleviated due to the efforts of the Acord, but who can truly be certain?


In the lower drenches and dust and ruin filled underbelly of the City, a war hero is cut down by a former soldier of the Sultan's Fourth Legion Janissary. Sergeant Joachim Sathuul is whispered to have lost their life in pursuit of Leander Nifkil, the Throater, as some have come to call them for their method and means to find victims. Some whispered panic and considerable blame for any and all death and dismay begin to circulate as possible victims of this rogue.

Most recent upon the air and in conversation is the election of Legate to replace the absent Legate Qari Alriyh. While a much calmer election than past. Each League has made their showing and a new Legate will be in offices to navigate the end of Tersin Hray.

(A curt reply bearing no signature eventually makes its way as reply)


Child of B'aara,

We are well aware and working with those we are able to aid the sick and weary. Not so long prior our resources were heavily tasked by the war effort, and the further assault of the defenders at our gates. Then the number of refugees in influx to Ephia's Well and its Hasheema's Hope.

We will not waver in our mercies or acts of charity, but we do find ourselves at limits to what we might accomplish on our own.

There is word and works of a cure, as a representative of the White League It may be best to make it your platform and charge to aid those in trials of it. That, or perhaps to further prepare our Well for further matters of war and violence.

The mother's aid can only work miracles if we allow her to help us. You hold more power than you know. A sound household built on acts of stability is worth a thousand charities.

(A curt reply eventually makes its way to you, it is simple and bares no signature)

Child of B'aara,

The mother extols mercy and purity. Protection and grace. We spread the waters to any and all that might drink them, and cleanse misdeed by both action and purpose. However, it is important to know that bloodshed begets bloodshed, and that the works of law are fundamental to prevent unnecessary death.

Perform works of the mother - Spread her word and mercy.
Advocate for the wretched -  Defend those without defense, give them their last chance, work to heal those that will never appreciate it.
Uplift the poor - The beggar, the cutpurse, the charlatan all will ply your energies. Keep your wits, but do not leave them wanting. The Mother loves her prodigal children.
Work with the powers of Ephia's Well to better it - You will not always agree, work within the realm of order and law as if they were the mother's own.

Lt. R. Colmes,

Apologies, Legate Zarat was not unknown to pen whims of fancy, I suppose, or at least use them in turn of phrase, but I cannot confirm this was her work.

- Chief Scribe Frederica Ashbury

You are one of hundreds more: an upstart ragamuffin with nothing of value to offer me.

Shoo.

~ Rejavi

Alejandro Benjazar,

Forgive the late response, new legate matters often have delegations and notary work that often fall to their parties to keep up with.

Obviously these promises made by Isabella were her own, but perhaps something could be worked out in both our interests. Rampant, misleading and exploitive designs that the Gold Legate has grown fond of are not something that the Sultan of Baz'eel ever wanted to befall any of the voiceless of Ephia's Well.

We should speak, and perhaps work to rectify this.

- Assistant Sylvia of the Purple League.

[5000 dinar allotment]

(A formal string of letters and banners soon seems to flutter from the League Offices of Ephia's Well)

In Celebration of the recent election of our Purple Legate Zaniah Almirah, and continued service of our Gold Legate Sol Auk, we, of the collective Leagues, are proudly announcing a series of Tournaments upon Tabbah 11th, IY 7787!

Three Challenges are posed, therefore, by any upcoming representative of their membership in the Accord, League, or Faithful to the Wheel otherwise. A processing fee of 300 Dinars are due to a Scribe of the Sublime Gardens, and entry may only be for one of the three tournament events. Details are below!

In each challenge a participant may use 2 potions, spells or otherwise trinkets or blessings to aid them and the following restrictions based upon event. LETHAL FORCE IS PROHIBITED. ANY AND ALL MURDER SHALL BE TREATED AS SUCH! ~


The Challenge of Agaslakku - A straight forward battle where participants may use any armor or equipment they desire, but are limited to special clubs delivered before bouts. These clubs are magically enchanted to be non-lethal and gifted magical tactic and otherwise that contestants may use along with their limited pool of resources.


Challenge of Izdu - This is a battle of arcana and magical wiles. Participants shall stand in a glowing ring separated from those they face. They must either draw or remove their opponent from the opposing ring, knock them unconscious, or force their surrender, but only by magical means, or cunning. Spells and magical works are unlimited in this contest, but otherwise limits apply.


Challenge of Warad - In this contest of endurance participants must square off while wearing gauntlets and robes offered to them. No blade, bow, weapon, or magical weapon may be drawn upon, and they must pin and defeat their foes using brawn and tactic while avoiding trap and hazard among the arena.



Victors will claim a Trophy for each Feat of their respective Challenge and see an additional 5000 dinar allotment delivered to a purpose of their choice. Only 3 shall win their respective final bouts, and only 1 for each Challenge.


(A series of advertisements and propaganda from the collective Leagues follows... Investment opportunities with the Gold League,  Charitable volunteer works for the White League, Fanfare and memorial from the Purple League...)

[Time]

Amelie Terrois,

We are past the age of reverence without purpose. We remember our tenures and efforts against the calamities of baseless Lords and Ladies and move forward. Our quest has a finite purpose. The Chalice our cause; the Cinquefoil Rose our banner. The Sisterhood of the Sibylline Vine and the Company of the Banda Rossa understand this, and work in Accord towards this.

Your plight has not gone unnoticed. Many of us suffered the wrath and upheaval granted by the Ringfall and the events leading up to it. We had to make difficult choices and risk life, limb and perhaps our very spirits for survival. This too was an effort undertook not by guilt, but necessity.

I am pained by the loss of Pirouette Manners, and mournful that even Lojir Trajaros of the Astronomers should suffer such a fate. They need to be remembered. To this, I shall grant you your desires on the stipulation that written memorial is recorded for Pirouette Manners, and Lojir Trajaros. I do not restrict this task to you alone, but encourage you to speak well with those of our Cinquefoil Rose, and those of the Astronomers that knew them.

We shall erect libraries of Chevaliers, Libraries of Versifiers, and Libraries of Industry to ensure that no great deed is forgotten.

~ Elizabetha d'Auvergne

[Shahlil]

::[Maribeh 25, IY 7787]::

The messenger Warad brought swiftly warnings of utmost danger and curse to those that would listen. Of agents working ever against stability just beyond.

The capture of Twindari Shahlil came just so swift. Backroom promises and deals perhaps saw no bounty claimed for their capture or otherwise, but them walking bravely to their own trial.

It is unknown if they would have, had the verdict and sentencing been given prior. To die by Ash Storm, and suffer crucified in place. It was crudely done however, and with haste.

As Shahlil suffered the storm of ash, the post sundered and broke, as all others fled into the shroud for safety. Easy come, easy go.


In temples and shrines of Kula a devastated figure, haunted by something mostly unseen, drifts from location to location in panic. Mummers of a painted one, and an exiled Once-Sister of the Priory spread like wildfire.

The exacts even now are hazy. Some trappings of brooking, but the honest facts lost. Regardless, some large cobalt coated and iron jar is spoken to have been thrust into the crater of Hufaidh.

Not all that walked the path to  save the woman returned, and rumors yet of what even happened are more confusing than the event that lead up to it.


The election for the empty Legate Seat has begun, The Warrior, Agaslakku upon the Steele. Battle has already begun in back rooms and upon the desert sands. It is yet to be seen if the quick rotation of devotion is appreciated, as the turning of the wheel, or something to bring the ill temper of Agaslakku onto the heads of those that might taunt them.