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Apothar Estellise,


    It is my observation that there appear to be multiple instances of you in this modestly sized settlement alone. One hypothesis is that you are engaging in a shared presentation, and would therefore posses a more fundamental identity. I am of course not accusing you of deception, for it is also possible that there is a production facility somewhere, or that you were at some point duplicated.

    Perhaps we simply take on the mannerisms of those to whom we are close. Perhaps there is something else going on.

    Were you always an Apothar and Witch?

    The Krak is an agreeable place. I too find comfort within it. Barring periods of higher than typical accord conflict, it does not lack for Nadiri, though they are certainly less concentrated than in the Tower. I appreciate that you may sometimes need a break from them, and am pleased that you can achieve this.

    An employee is a thing that you can currently be said to posses under most uses of the word.

    I will forward any amendments to my shopping list through them.


-Acolyte Jamei

 
Apothar Estellise,


    Enclosed, as offered, is my shopping list. It need not cost you dinar to obtain, so hard-earned as your additionally allotted one was.


- Damaged Arcane Stone, Scholar Aspected
- Ash Mageclasp
- One Vial, Oil of the Olive
- Scroll of Elemental Shield
- Salt, One Pouch
- Honey, One Jar
- Garlic, Four Cloves
- Course Black Pepper, One Pouch
- Two Lemons
- Butter, Modest Amount- Purchaser's Discretion
- Two Filets - Frostport Salmon, Fresh Caught
- Your Real Identity


    Your room is sparse. I would recommend you furnish it more for hosting employees. It displays professionalism.



-Acolyte Jamei

Ugh this one hurts. This is a huge PC to lose. Alejandro was one of the earliest big PCs to give Akna the time of day, and she (and I) always appreciated it. Over time she came to love him as a friend and find him frustrating in equal measure. He was a close friend and confidant, but he was also a sassy, moody LICENSE WARRIOR, and it was great. I really enjoyed the dynamic of them each mutually finding the other irritating in their politics, but keeping a friendship through it.

Akna was great, very cool character for what little time I got to see her in action.


None of your screenshots are working?

Oh, I did them through Discord originally. I've heard they don't host anymore? I redid them.

Tammuz 21, IY 7788



     The Priory has accepted me, and the work begins. A new family, but not a new purpose. The purpose has been there since that day; I simply had not found the way forward.

     Before I stood in their number they asked me of destiny and fate. These things I accept as reality, however is it fate that I am here? I chose it freely, but would I ever have chosen otherwise?
 
     I see those who work against us. For my part, each began as soon as I met them, subtlety in varying amounts, words to direct me elsewhere. How would it discourage me when they see my intent, strangers, with immediate clarity?

     Their attempt on Sister Selsi has failed but it won't be the last. Legates fold swiftly, it seems. Though it was her salvation in this instance, it is neither good nor bad in itself, for just as easily could they be swayed against us.


A response should be prepared to ensure the directions they bend won't bar the way.

[I will not allow it.]

[The tome, neatly kept despite its heavy use, possesses years of entries on caravan routes, musings, and the practice lessons of a student of the arcane. The latest entry, however, takes on a new fervor. The ink itself oozes fanaticism. The quill has, at points, near bitten through the page.]

 
Tammuz 9, IY 7788


    Though we did not count the years back then, there are ways of knowing. I have perhaps nineteen of them, roughly half spent in this caravan with Father. It is how we have lived since we escaped the Nothing. We have traveled, brought people here and there. I have read. I have learned to channel spell. I have known Kula, who would make this blighted world green once more. I have seen the greatness of which we are capable when uplifted by our fellow man, in equality. But through it all, I never forgot what brought me here.

    Since that day I have known my purpose. But the means, the path, was ever obscured. No longer.

    They blaze again in my mind, those sights which never left; the death of a World.

    I see it in my books. I see it in the faces of our passengers. I see it on the horizon that burns even now. I see it in my dreams; the howling Darkness boiling through our streets, over our homes, over Mother. It comes anew to the South- a tide of another kind; of axe and flesh. Drums to beckon a new Nothing.

    Annihilation all the same, just as it was that day.

    They promise an Age of Bronze. From Bronze, nothing grows. The Garden will be trampled. Man's divine spark, snuffed out. His potential, his dignity, his dreams forgotten for all time. The Age of Bronze will end the World. I will not allow it.

    We hear now of a battle in the Southlands; a stand made against the tide. Someone resists this terrible thing that rises against mankind. We have learned what city sent this force, and I know also of the Order that resides there. I will have their visions, their portents, and with them I will oppose this second End.

    We arrive soon at Ephia's Well. There I will disembark. Father will understand; my destiny is there. While Doom rises in the South, so too will Great Works rise from the Well of Ephia. These things I also see.


We will unchain the human spirit.

We will see Paradise realized.

We will save the World.

Well we both died. Akna soon, but Cosine soon enough. The two of them existed adjacently for a long time before they ever spoke. When they finally did, that made it all the more interesting; a whole bunch of tensions in the air, they instantly flew into politics.

It was their first real conversation, but it was a long one, and a good one. Here's a snippet- a piece of what each thought;

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After getting to know each other, they continued to interact politically, and a bit personally. Akna liked him, despite X, Y and Z reservations- these reservations Cosine of course probably shared regarding her. It was always fun, even with how rarely they were ever actually on the same page. In the end, they both went off to war and didn't make it back.

I really enjoyed enjoyed Akna's interactions with him. Well done.

    Akna was concepted as a shamanistic, ice-themed Bouldermancer, awakened from Faerun's remote far North. Her maximized Strength magic came from the spirits of the Wild her people observed; in her case the Polar Bear and his terrible but commanding might. The boulders were ice-crystals and particulate stuff swirled into projectiles.

    Her people traveled as the caribou did and fished when the ice broke up. They raised their tents whenever they needed to stop, and kept them warm with fire. They practiced democracy in the way some North American peoples confederated. Much cooperation was needed to survive, and they could rarely afford to make war between the People. That gave her an immediate and permanent bias towards White League, though it took her some time to get involved. I imagined the facts, names and details of her prior life as being lost to her. Only the essence of it remained, and she remembered being content there despite the stark conditions.

Picture that, basically.

    Waking in the sun-baked desert felt entirely alien and hostile to her. While she was generally a kind character, this unhappiness also left her withdrawn and prone to depression and resentment. Over time she developed some confidence and began to see Ephia's Well not as a hellhole, but just a flawed place like any other, that had limitless potential like any other. And it was now home. She thought she had something to offer, and believed she owed it to her democracy-doing People to try. She raised an early stink about the Mari Blacke case, going directly to the bellows after the sentence was announced. She quickly became discouraged (A trend for her) as she came to believe she didn't have the influence to do anything about it.

    So she got further involved in politics, hoping to grow wise and skilled in the system, to be able make positive change (and unseat Domhnall in a primary). It didn't work out that way, and she found herself compromising; playing for "the team", winning for the greater good. Feeling some shame about this, she never acted with as much passion as she could, always in the back of her mind considering herself a sellout.

    She ran for the nomination at the end of the second Marcellus - Domhnall term, against Ricario. Ricario and her were skeptical of each other, but they ran a clean campaign and discovered he had her beaten by one signature. She had gotten him to agree to submit his first, revealing his count. Not wanting to be a force of division, and largely lacking in duplicity, she submitted her losing bid as agreed, and he ran with her as his Prelate.

    That didn't work out well, and she ended up in the seat under unhappy conditions. That colored her entire term, upending her prior life in the Well. She had always felt comfortable living in the Krak, and mistrusted the Legion. Then the terms of her installment toggled hostile on the leading segment of the Rose, with neither side willing to forget what the other had set in motion. She had to try to make an entirely new support base work, while still being White League. 

    While I had a blast, she was pretty miserable as Legate and didn't think she did a good job. She had a tendency to be rough on herself. She all but gave up on her election against Marcellus, and not even due to the campaign. She just sank back into old bad habits, and doubted she belonged there, dwelling on her errors. She expected (And actually hoped) that the White League would tell her to call it quits and look elsewhere for a candidate, but she was the option, and she didn't want to let them down twice.

She had reservations, but was more motivated this time, and thought her chances were good. For a lot of reasons, however, she chose to go on this mission, and there she died.

I don't really take screenshots, so I barely have any. Here are some random ones though!

Typical Richo on the left, not conforming.

This Bird Loot that dropped from an orc raid was the hugest thing. Bird's still around; Reyer got it later.

Gambling with friends. And also Domhnall. Nabuko stood on like a 10 and won.

Heading to Frostport to Battle the Snorf on Scorchmas. In the background you can see Vico looking to score. He and Akna were buds back then.

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No point in being Legate if you don't get interactions like this.

I don't even remember what this was about, but it was a Legate thing with Samton and I love it.

Akna promised her friends she wouldn't turn into Domhnall. Maybe she did a little. She was just in a bad mood here.
But those answers were and are based.

Loot.

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I loved these. I never knew who, but a DM stealthily upgraded Akna's outfit to DM loot tier after a pretty major milestone. I only noticed the next day or so, which was cool. People would later poke at her for wearing it instead of her Toga, as a former legate. Whoever that was, you're awesome and I wore it over the Legate robe whenever I could.

As for the hair clasp, it was her most cherished possession, and the flavor was perfect for her. It was also totally metal. "Yeah, just go in there and ninja loot a polar bear. No big deal."




Bit grim, but she knew and accepted what it was.

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    Thanks for the fun! Akna went down to a pretty bad play by me, but that's war, and I was ready for the possibility. There's too many people to list, so I'm just not going to. But from the start of the character there were a lot of you, be they friends, foes, a mix of both, and even acquaintances, who helped Akna go from mostly a wallflower to being much more involved.

[A letter, previously left with instructions at the League of White, would be delivered to Alejandro.]

Alejandro,

     
     I write this to you as the Council prepares to assemble. My name has come up to go and I had already decided to volunteer, and so I will. I am in the League office writing them a note, so I will ask them to send this to you if the worst should occur, as time is short.

     If you are reading it, I am gone. I am sorry that you must lose another friend, but know that I did not do this on a whim. For politics I had little talent, and little motivation by now. This you noticed in my last campaign. But Ephia's Well I have embraced as my home, and if I am not willing to go, I have no business seeking to lead.

     Athelia goes also on this mission and my place is with her, just as hers is with me. If I do not come back, and she does, please look out for her as best as you are able. Tell her I am sorry to leave her, but that I would die for her just as she would for me. She should think less of me, and I would think less of myself, if I let her go alone. Do not let her feel guilt from this, however; I thought heavily on it, and it was my choice and desire to join.

     Tell Bashir that I cherished his friendship, as I did yours, even if I was a mope about it at times. Samton will be wroth should he return, but many more will pass in this thing, and he is a soldier. If you are able, help see that his losses motivate him productively; towards defending our home.

     I know not who runs for White. I doubt that you want to, but if you do I wish you luck. Miro perhaps could, or she can help whoever does. If she continues to work with the League, direct her to Argent Argyris, the Gold, where she may find an opportunity.

     When I woke in this place I was miserable, and quiet. I rejected it, and wished only for the home I had lost. I refused to accept that this could be one, and kept my head down. I wished only to be safely uninvolved, expecting that somehow I might return, and would betray my true home to set roots. This changed, slowly. It changed for many reasons, but the friendship shown to me by the few I spoke to in those days helped me to see that there was plenty here for me. You were one of those people, and for this place which can uplift the lost and the unhappy, that they might have home again, I will stake my life.


Live and Drink
Akna

     

        To my friends of White, if this letter has been made available, it means I have gotten myself killed in the war to the South. I am sorry to have done such a foolish thing to you during elections, but the truth most of us know is I was never a great politician. I thought maybe I was better suited giving my magics in battle than my voice to governance. There is time yet to field another candidate, and sufficient signatures remaining in the League to qualify them.

        I believe that Miro has for these things a better sense than I did, and she could field a campaign fresh from my blunders and electoral baggage, or help with any other who will put forward their name. She is new to the Well, but so too will be the competition in Gold. She is voiced, and can use it. New faces, for a new day- let it be so.

        Thank you all for giving me a chance. I am sorry that I did not do better with it.


    -Akna

[Akna would enter the office, even as talk spreads through the streets of a war council, and of a mission South. She delivers to the party leadership two sealed letters, sharing briefly a few soft words. She would then depart.]

Miro,


     Regarding the Canal, it may be prudent not to hold such a rally. I work presently with the Vizier to resolve this matter, and to an acceptable conclusion we grow more close. A success in this crisis would be a stronger statement than a rally, and to agitate it may jeopardize our position. The Purple plays already partisan politics with matters of government and law, and in the event that they reject a settlement on the outset of war, they can promptly be punished in the vote.

     Should the Purple sabotage our efforts, or choose to continue the folly of embargo, such a rally would carry more power, and can be held then. Let us speak more today, in person, and I will have for the writings my feedback.

     

    -Akna

     

Kroggnought was a joy to interact with, both as a Scribe and Janissary. He was funny and earnest in equal measure. A very good balance of a comedic but also entirely sincere character.

Here's this, from when he got locked in Akna's office. Just in case anyone doubted that this guy was the man.

I just want you to know that Akna asked an NPC if they had 'read Guivarch' in a high-stakes meeting, and they said yes.