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I'll be out of town this Thursday the 21st through the weekend of the 25th.

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I will be out of town until this coming Monday, so Jamei will be out of action.

The penalty being that devastating was a negative to the roleplay, especially since it was not intended. The Drink remains one of the most controversial in-character topics without it needing to have the mechanics of a glitched doom-poison that reduces bones to jello.

The roleplay was not made more interesting by bugged effects making it appear cripplingly harmful. That was boring if anything, because it stripped the topic of any nuance and made it too heavily gamified for purposes of opposition. This is better. Let things be good.

Palatial Architect Stonefield,


     Troubled are these times, and yet all is well. I extend to you an invitation to seek me at the Priory of the Sibylline Vine, where we might share in tranquility words overdue.


-Sister Jamei

I really enjoyed the dynamic with Kellyn. It was formative for my character at every step, and I hope that was mutual.

Ribbit and altogether too many other things.

[[A letter finds its way to the garrison. The text is simple, nondescript, and wanting for a signature.]]

[A letter finds its way to the garrison. The text is simple, nondescript, and wanting for a signature.]


Lieutenant,

While surely your men will convey these bellows, I thought to relay their precise contents while they were fresh, illegal as they were.

As the dead do lack a voice. I am obliged to speak. Lest his turmoil rise up the ash and make more timult. Upon Voss' lips was a final secret. One he did not Bellow in hope his believed patron would save him. It seems, instead, his patron sent mercenaries. And so, I will tell you as Voss told me -

Legate Argent ordered Recluta Voss to kill the tribes-hin Yiti. He ordered it. He demanded it. He paid for it. This - Voss confided to me. I rejoice now to share it, that his soul might yield up the weight. That is might unburden itself towards Mithurtu. Towards peace.

Mirthurtu, Mirthurtu, Mirthurtu, Benedict Voss. You who stared down death so bravely. You who were betrayed, and failed, and roil in indignity at it all. Mirthurtu, Mirthurtu, Mirthurtu.

The Veteran's Vanguard claimed the murderer's bounty immediately after it was raised. The Veteran's Vanguard is under contract from Legate Argent. Profitable for all involved, save the discarded knife-man whose account could not be permitted to spread.

It is surely not the case that Argent had Voss under his command, and arranged the meeting with the Vanguard wherein the Legate's leal employees killed him, cleaning up a loose end for the State's hearty reward, and the Legate's peace of mind.

Imagine a shameless murder conspiracy, naked beneath the Demon in its boldness, in which all with blood on their hands take instruction, as well as coin, from the Legate?

You already knew this, or suspected it, but will you abide it?

I'll probably be out sick for a couple of days.

Samton was the man. He had become one of Akna's best friends over their time and I loved their arc together, with all of its ups and downs. I can remember like it was yesterday the moment Akna realized "Wait a minute; Paul Blart over here is kind of a badass." They had a blast, and so did I.

Hate to see him go, but I'm glad he went down stomping orcs in war, as it was meant to be.

Could Ward Area hide a zone from showing up in /c commotion?

 


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.