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This is great.

No one will be able to stop them from digging now.

[Tammuz 4th, IY 7788]

Tammuz 4th, IY 7788



The Well is all activity, now. Spears are sharpened and shields tested for cracks. In homes, through toasts, in furtive embraces in the shady corners of the Well - farewells are spoken. For today is the day that Ephia's Well enters the fray.

It is said that Rennik Colmes, Warmaster of the Heron, has decreed that a force shall be dispatched to offer aid to a beleaguered fortification far to the south.

A voice, crisp and clear, resounds across the Bellows

'Those who march, gather at the Divan.'



Above the Well, the great terrace of the Sultan is awash with activity. The Water-Priests of B'aara are lively in their intonations. Their voices can be heard, deep and sonorous: 'O! B'aara! Mother Most High, weep for thy belov'd dead...'

An Ash-sail in deep Janissary green, bearing the Caliphal numeral 'VI', glides into dock above. Two tiny figures can be seen departing..

Below, about the Pyramid, all eyes look towards the leadership. Those who seek to lend their arms to the day's sport head towards the Pyramid, their countenances grim, yet tempered by a fluttering anticipation..

First Blood. Clanging Bronze.


Tammuz 4th, IY 7788.




While elections, laws and leisure continue onward in Ephia's Well, War has begun. The Office of the Legates and much of the bellows overrun with issue over the new "Accorded Governance" law which sees all those members of the accord, past or present barred from service to the government of Ephia's Well.

The Purple League has managed to secure a powerful majority headed by once more Legate Marcellus Saenus and the once Prelate for Gausim al-Marain, Nasreen Shabani. Gausim al-Marain served a short period before rumors gave way to some reason they may have vanished. Reasons range from being called back to Baz'eel in protest of the upcoming War, needing to see to a sick relative, to being abducted by the tormented below. No one really knows, and it doesn't matter.



War is here, the truth of it cemented violently as if a concussion. Prayers and rites to the Wroth are given in dark depths, in simmering agony. Four names are spread across the Well by Legate Marcellus Saenus. The details of the assault are lost in the fog of anguish. A victory traded for lives of those bright and promising. A Zenithar laments a future that was never to be. A Star Falls. War is here.

Heed me, people of the Well. I bring news from the South. Both of joy and of sorrow. The Battle of the Boundary was victorious. We have won. But, four of our brave people will not return to us. Lift your cups to the heroes of the Battle of the Boundary. Apothar Cosine Mevura, Sergeant Lightdew... Legate Akna Ymir... Recluta Baako Mahmoud. May their bravery never be forgotten. Live and drink.

This is another one of your flights of fancy, isn't it boy? Well.. I don't find it amusing. Get ah- get back to the Tower, on the double. You're needed...

High atop the Eagle's Mount, just beneath the clouds, a terrible display of lights as one man begins to hurl burning fire and scalding ice into the skies.

Faint sobbing, some swear, could be heard above the incessant winds on high.

No one is left to save us from piano djinn now.

I might adjust something around it in a bit here.

You forgot the best loot:

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(A small sweet smelling letter is delivered to where-ever Domhnall might be getting his mail forwarded to, or otherwise. The handwriting is crude and childish and there are cartoonish drawings of laurels and roses along the border)

Hello Mister Guivarch,

We wanted to write you to say thank you for saving us from the really bad place from before. Sister Xian helped us make this for you. We're studying really hard to help the Well like you helped us. One day maybe one of us will be Legate too and we can help other people.

- Signed

Emily!

Coraline ~

Marriam.

(A small paper badge with the word hero is enclosed)

[Marcellus Saenus]

::[Iyar 8th, IY 7788]::

At a time when blossoms announce themselves, fixtures plant themselves into the lifeblood of Ephia's Well, below it, or find themselves uprooted altogether.

Incumbent Legate Marcellus Saenus has stepped down from office, and found themselves replaced by White League Candidate Ricario Casella, however, this super majority seems to last only a few weeks...


The tenure is mostly marked with small matters of unrest and toil. A roaming group of mercenaries are slaughtered for want of purchasing refugees and assault of the Gate of Rose. A case of arson sees a property vandalized and stolen from during the same event. Attacks upon members of the accord by cloaked and hooded figures are spoken to have grow more common. And certain accounts of violence and otherwise are not completely understood.


Another election begins, Incumbent Legate Domhnall Guivarch no longer vying for their station this time. However, what follows next was unprecedented:

The doors of the Pyramid are flung open, and from within a shackled man emerges, flanked by a squad of Janissary. Legate Ricario Cassella is in chains.

'Ahem. Uhm... Ahem. Ephians... As is the right of our Leagues... the White League is withdrawing the Legatine position from Leg... Ricario Cassella. His Prelate, Akna Ymir, is stepping forth as the new Legate of the Second Seat...'

Following his arrest, a flurry of rumours emerge from the Pyramid. It is said that his own Prelate, aside Rosie Gumpner, Official of the League of White and others of the League, declared Ricario unfit to serve as their Legate. He was stripped of his title, and immediately arrested...

The charge?

Treason

[A young woman's voice, deliberate and stoic now in tone, sounds] Ephians, please for a moment hear me.

Yestereve I and League leadership became aware of a policy set in motion by Ricario Cassella. I believe that he acted in what interests he thought best, however the consequences were dire, and a thing we could not permit to occur.

it was his intention during the next Assembly to occupy the chamber of the Well, and seize by force control of the Waters.

This action would make red our streets. Bring surely to use war, not from an outside threat, but from within. It would tear apart this place that is for many of us our only home. Being made aware of this policy, I, our League Official, and both of our present candidates agreed that the legal option of the League of White to end his Legateship had to be exercised.

Be that as it may, Akna, the man is still determined for a trial. He has rights. You act as if he is dead already. Let him have his heyday in court.

Let it be known that Akna Ymir of the League of White has been raised to the position of Legate. They are to report to the Chamber of Rule to receive the badge of office from the Chief Scribe.

Ephia's Well is stunned to some manner of subdued silence. The Legate is removed, arrested... what next?

Beneath the veil, little figures scurry about. Meetings are had, the Scribes rush around having to contend with both an election, and an unprecedented removal of a Legate...

Following that a trial, for there surely will be one...

An ashsail has been dispatched to Baz'eel. We now await the Judge's arrival. Available Janissary, to the Garrison. You are ordered to get the witness statements in expert order, and prepare to prosecute the trial. A bellows will be made once the trial is due to commence.

A large and heavily enchanted escort is seen entering the Garrison...

An ashsail returns...

Alongside the ashsail, magic carpets... familiar to some...

They descend, and from them... great and hulking Janissary. The First Legion. A score.

A tense moment, as a large force of Rosemen depart the Krak des Roses, led by the Banda Rossa itself. Each armed with enspelled, glowing weaponry. They stand off with the Janissaries of the First Legion, hulking beings who stare them down with weapons twice their size.

After several moments, the Cinquefoil Rose enters the Garrison.

...

Personal squabbles and teeth bearing accusations grip most of the Well. What exactly happened here, why and how? Who was telling the truth of it all, and what has fit a narrative... who is to say?

... 



The Hall of Jurisprudence fills up...

A pair of First Legion Janissary take up positions outside. A second pair lumber in, taking up positions aside the throne...

Following in the wake of the hulking Janissary, a smaller figure. Round of belly, in a toga of dark blues and black...

The Janissary at the door barks out 'All rise for honourable and wise Inquisitor Dayaz ibn Daza!'

Testimony is laid before the B'aarat Inquisitor. The words on the paper, and spoken by the prosecution, paint a damning picture of the crime. Treason...

The verdict is swiftly given. In denying B'aara's Mercy, and in light of the evidence provided...



The Inquisitor demands his death.



In the middle of the Hall, Ricario downs a poisoned vial. In moments, he is dead.


It is a vile scene, his body twitching and convulsing


...

So it becomes that Prelate Akna Ymir becomes Legate Akna Ymir. No lions as the crowds roared for in the heat of the moment. Whether for justice or for bloodlust, they had this stolen of them.

Ricario Casella is Legate and Living no more.

The most Dangerous of Dans!

[Sergeant Kirgan 'Caddy' Cavanaugh]

::[Adar 20, IY 7787]::

In a close election, incumbent Legate Domhnall Guivarch barely contests a victory from Purple League candidate Sephidra Niridhe. His tenure marked with strange fits of ambition, political lectures and eel oil, it seems still that Ephia's Well has not done worse for wear because of it. Perhaps? Regardless the super majority of Purple was halted by the skin of ones teeth.


In obtuse siltation and dire panic, Legate Marcellus went missing. The clamor rang out for some days as the Pyramid of Ephia's Government went black and shadowed. Whispers and strange sights visited those to brave it is rumored before the doors were locked and sealed. The task was put to place to recover the lost Legate.

Several days later, those that went below, minus notably Sergeant Kirgan 'Caddy' Cavanaugh, and Apothar Oscar Kreutz who were felled by deranged horrors in the workings below. Details of their deaths are mixed. Tormented shades of men, brambling eldritch trappings, and Giant visage are spoken poetically, but difficult to fathom without sight.

Funerals were held, the Legate was rescued, but the mysteries below are hardly resolved.


Elsewhere, a certain map detailing the whereabouts to a frost cloaked tower is held by a man auctioning off tickets to trips within and towards it. Why exactly this tower appeared now, or much else about it is uncertain.

Haha, I forgot about the bombs, that was fun.

The aspect changing thing should become way more common shortly.

Purchasable crafting feats are not likely to come back. Some people are merchants, some people are adventurers, that's okay.

Fixed.

Happy Abala day. =]