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Books and Publications of the City / NB, How old is the Peerage?
« on: September 13, 2022, 05:37:02 PM »
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Nota Bene: As it bears some relevance on claims and counter claims regarding the history of the Fey Courts and their associations with mankind, in particular the Peerage Ward, consider the following estimate for the age of the Ward.

In the History of the Rings, Volume II, which is copied in the Senuspur Library next to Dorvant's bridge, you will find named three houses as those who founded the Peerage Ward following the events of the Daring Swords. They are Moonspear, Skybloom, and Sunpurse.

Inside the Grove of Phelan, you will find an account of the nine Lords of Sunpurse, and their deaths, all of which occurred, as has been described above, on their thirty-fifth birthday. Phelan was about ten years old at the time of his metamorphosis. On average let us suppose that each of the Lords of Sunpurse gave issue to his heir at age twenty five. That then figures as nine times twenty five plus an additional ten years for the last of Sunpurse's line, Phelan.

The Peerage ward is about 235 years old.


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Fury of Winter and the Rite of Sverri the Small

With the transgression of the cycle of seasons by Haremarch, a reaction manifested from the Winter Court.

The Arch-fey of that court, named Eg-iln-ribs-soto-eg, stirred from their more usual pastoral past times a number of its most energetic courtiers. These fey-touched beings belonged to its Court by virtue of pacts and bargains with mankind. Names such as Moreau and Goldcrest tell of these exchanges, nobles and gentlemen who gave of their children to the Fey for causes and reasons now lost to us.

Besides, the Winter Court's princeps had long nursed a vengeance against the walled city in the outer ring; some manner of betrayal or slight or cunning reversal on a pact it had suffered some generations ago. The precise nature of that slight is still hidden from your historian, though she believes it is knowable. A matter of insight and observation, though the Fey rarely deign to explain more than necessary for their own ends. That Winter follows the cursed House of Ghyl or that its snowy influence bedecks those rings marked by the King's ire perhaps some indication.

Whatever the totality of motives is, recent transgressions by Haremarch, ancient scores left unsettled or others, the outcome is known to your historian. A rite was devised by Soto-eg. Its purpose was to generate among mankind strong emotions of despair, humiliation, anger. The Fey crave and make use of such passions and feelings to craft their glamours. It is also the case that the most practiced and powerful Fey design such spells to cause and strengthen on the very feelings and passions they inspire in man.

And so these courtiers were dispatched to affect this new rite that would cause in mankind a great wave of grim and dire emotions: the rite was to humiliate a champion from each of the Great Houses of the Ward. The courtiers were quick to fan out and make allies and smaller pacts of all kinds to affect their ends. Aatish Aldebrand for example had some manner of understanding with the courtiers. Sverri the Small would enter into their service. Jett Moreau himself approached your historian with an offer, during her troubles with Manfred Japes and the massacre of her Lady Oldflowers and huscarls. The first House to suffer was Lyon's recently returned banner. A formidable woman named Carmine fell to some ambush laid by the Courtiers and her head was removed, as the rite describes. Though it was at some cost to their own number, shortly after a pair of courtiers involved in this ambush were killed by Quick-footed Mebril and other Moonspear bannermen.

The Courtiers meanwhile proceeded with their charge; one such courtier for example tried to overcome Ser Adrian Velstra in a duel, though was unsuccessful. However, the courtiers used any means, and enlisting the aide of Sverri the Small turned out to be their most fruitful and productive in the long run. Eg-iln-ribs-soto-eg was able to use Sverri's dedication to his awoken patron god, Gnipir, and his religiously inspired pre-disposition towards longing for snowy apocalypses to form a powerful pact. Indeed, Oliver Merryweather, and later your own historian witnessed Sverri entering into the sanctum of Soto-eg in the Weald, having been marked by his favor. It is said that the pass-words at the time were "Fimbulvetr is anon," or at least that was the phrase Pavlina had seized from his memory later.

Of Sverri's life and works, much more could and has been said - the fateful choice to place the Augury of Arrenhius with Vivian. Her subsequent death, his bargain with Ishmenka Blacksmile to see her, and other augurs' memories restored in own mind and body, his then connection to the Mists though not entirely unrelated, are also not the subject of this account. What is important however is that he was a patient and diligent lieutenant of the Court, and cleverly used his oversized reputation as Augur to maneuver the Houses to accomplish his goals. For example, he led a rather mighty coalition of Houses into the Court of Summer and there did some violence to the Lord of Knots, the Arch-fey of Summer, and counted-coup against the Seat of Summer with an icy spell.

He also bid his time. And it so came he was in position to capitalize on the humiliation in Glitt Hall and subsequent assassination on the streets of Manfred Japes of Orza by Merryweather and the sturdy pair of Belmore bravos. Brie Cesme, once a servant of Oldflowers but now an Orzan had revealed that Manfred had entered into a rather elaborate contract with a powerful Devil. In that confusion and aftermath of that civil strife and death of a knight, Sverri cut off Manfred's head. It is also known that Sardistan, the Vizier of Senuspur has his head staked in the Winter Court sanctum. This historian had at times seen Manfred with that grim trophy, so I assume it was at the same point Sverri also took that part of the offering for Soto-eg's rite from the slain Manfred.

Some time later, in a not entirely dissimilar manner as in the case of Orza's humiliation, Ser Adrian of Velstra was captured by the warlord Hrorgjar during an action in the steadings of that campaign, and the knight's form was changed by the powerful witchstones the warlord had gathered. Sverri positioned himself as an envoy to treat with the woe-formed, and sue for the return of Adrian or his death. Sverri took the humiliated son of Norbert's head.

And so it came to pass that four of the five components of the rite were gathered and given to Winter's Court. The fifth, the humiliation of Glitt, however would prove to be Sverri's undoing. Sverri had invited Kinsley Greylocke and Pavlina, the tutor of Lady Belmore, into the Le Bleak estate. Sverri had abandoned his well appointed rooms in the Velstra Velvet shortly after his maneuver against the Lord of Knots - perhaps it no longer served his aims after that attack, or perhaps he wished to better obscure his intentions from the Velstrans. Whatever the exact causes or means, Le Bleak had died and mysteriously named Sverri his inheritor, and so Sverri had use of the small estate in the Gatelands for his occupation.

It was at this meeting that his many ambitions, pacts and obligations came to head. I have heard it reported by the Skratti that he gave the choice of what to do to Kinsley - complete the rite by offering herself freely, or instead kill him and pass the mantle of Augur to Pavlina. Or perhaps he simply tried to complete the rite and was overcome by the pair of women. The outcome is certain however, Kinsley and Pavlina slayed Sverri and your historian witnessed his body carried out of the estate and buried outside in the garden, under the Royal Favor flowers still blooming in the frost.

And so the rite of Winter was for a time left incomplete. The courtiers roused for the mission had either been killed, Goldcrest for example was delivered to Ojo, or disappeared. Their agents and allies for the time being fell and overcome. Pavlina meanwhile was given to a great confusion, as the sudden transference of the Augurs' memories was a great burden on her mind. Eventually, your historian witnessed her companions, Sorcha the Goat, Earc the Fair, Albert the Best Soul, and her fellow Druids, beloved brothers and sister, Taban who Goes Unseen, Jacho Bunts Alder Kars Cybel Lukeson, and Moonsent Brie Cesme, cross the great desert and pass the gates of Baz'eel towards the Last Keep. They reached the Keep, and whatever they found there, it granted them the means to see Pavlina's mind restored. At once she was made clear and comprehensible again after a flash of a mist sent vision. Immediately upon this miracle, Pavlina heralded that the Winter which grown in power since the rite's commencement would wane, and spring would soon arrive. The Skratti that Sverri had gathered who yet remained re-dedicated themselves to her augury and purpose.

Books and Publications of the City / Rin and Hog's Strange Log
« on: September 03, 2022, 11:03:51 PM »


Correspondence / Re: Rin Farrell
« on: September 01, 2022, 06:38:48 PM »

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It is true, once not so long ago it was clearer to me how best to love all my brothers and sisters.

Yet in this I see perhaps the largest failing of man's love; it grows in proportion to its return.

To put it another way, consider: it is good to give a buttered heel of bread at a banquet to one's fellow feaster.

But it is also easy to do.

Now imagine you're the heel of bread. To still love the feaster then?

Much harder to do.

But in fact, that is how the Moon loves. If that strikes ye as in-human, well that's because it is, but in a good way.

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As for hidden understanding and wisdom, ye know I have not the knack for stating my opinions and conjectures as if they were natural law as some do. Nor frankly have I any desire to hide much of anything. However, I have taken some pains to better know and understand the changes of our current age, so I will write ye some of what I have gathered. Probably wasted words to some we know, but ye have a curious mind, so perhaps it may help thee some.

The aspects of nature that I helped to steal, and the guardians myself and my fellows bedecked in the rising sun slayed, have indeed permitted the fey to ascend and claim more than once they did. The cycles of seasons, was one such aspect, of the seven.

However, the fey are not incomprehensible, inevitable or even irresistible. Their glamours in fact grow in power measured to the tribute they receive. That tribute, strange as it sounds, it isn't actually spiked heads and smoking murder or wanton slaughter. Those are the means, not the end. The end, the tribute, is the passions they cause; the anger, hatred, humiliation, despair in that example.

Or, to put it another way, if ever ye find yourself passionately believing this or that was true, has always been true, and ye must do this or that mighty, terrible deed to fulfill the prophecy; you're right. That's the way the glamour works. It is like the love of man in that regard. The more of it that is done and felt, the more of it there is.

So, a man for example might believe Summer lasted a hundred years, and that only by honoring an ancient pact of vengeance by spilling the blood of say a camp of huscarls and fishermen, can he do what was foretold by the chosen prophet of his great and terrible patron, and change the seasons (or forestall the apocalypse of the Nothing, the desires of men can be manifold)

Whereas I know, Rin and her fellows fully broke the cycle of seasons, in these outer rings at any rate, among other things, not a 100 years ago, but about half a year ago in order to affect the metamorphosis of Phelan. It may be that Sverri the Small, an awoken and Adeptus of Gnipir, a divinity he remembers from before his arrival in the city, was in fact not an immaculate prophet of a hitherto unidentified godhead of this city for some singular purpose. Indeed, the appearance of Gnipir, and the other wolves of his pack is either the most important revelation about the connection of the worlds of the awoken we know of; or it is a glamour of the Fey to get people to do what they want. Which do ye reckon seems more likely?

Why does Gnipir not seem to really know about the burning wolf? That's a rather convenient reinterpretation of that faith and story. Why does he appear and disappear, grow in size, but only in connection to the Winter Court? As far as gods go, seemed like the pair of us could have done him in when we fought him a couple of weeks ago; not even the hardest thing the two of us have had to fight. So are /we/ godlike? When Pavlina took Sverri's life, and his mist-connected augury of Arrenhius, that mysterious relative of the king, at that time, it was quite a different interpretation - spring was heralded, some new hope filled the men of the ward, winter lingered, but didn't heighten; its power checked for a spell somehow.

Or perhaps its something else, and I'm only seeing what's false, but not what's true. My larger point is this, as I cling to some hope, my brothers and sisters still have full use of their minds and senses. When it comes to fey pacts and the stories they tell and what they want, they can mix history and fancy as easily as any man. Moreover, if ye wish to better know what it is they want, consider how what they ask or maneuver ye to do and how it makes ye feel, or how it will make the many feel. That will give ye insight into its motive. The fey have been involved in the affairs of mankind in this city for a long time; often tricking men into getting what they want and by twisting the desires of men. Occasionally, I am told, men have succeeded in tricking the fey. If they promise ye exactly the object of your heart's desire (appeasing your god, taking power, being feared, forestalling the Nothing) ye may get that, or may not, but whatever it is ye seek, its not what the fey are after from the bargain.

These recent changes are not inevitable, the Fey have new and greater powers over nature because of things I and others did; and because they have succeeded in getting the tribute they sought. Man, or really men, get a say in what happens, according to their wisdom and ability. 

If it happens ye and the others know all that, and rather don't really care, well. That strikes me as in-human, but in the bad way.

-Rin of Oldflowers

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P.S. Letters take time and patience; thinking and understanding, sharing and consideration. They don't really involve much doing. Reckon that could tell ye something good and bad perhaps about those that like them and those that don't.

Correspondence / Little Leaf
« on: August 31, 2022, 07:20:12 PM »

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Little Leaf,

I was impatient and unkind.

My cares and troubles multiply, and I gave into a dark mood of some despair at my own smallness.

That loathing was misplaced, it was for myself, but I set some of it on thee.

Ye asked earnestly for my help and perhaps to teach ye what little I know, and in a way, for us to mend and grow, and better change.

I had no standing to dismiss it as I have done. In truth, I think  I owe ye far, far more than what ye asked.

I'll try again, and be better friend to thee than I was.

-Rin of Oldflowers

Fig. The. Bastard.

Here's a shot of Fig helping the Druids and Sunpurse with the transformation of Phelan (not a great shot but proof!).

A week later he was burning down the Groundskeeper cabin (what a legend).

Glad we got to play together and also lock horns. I really enjoyed Rin and Fig's grudging respect for one another.


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House Haremarch and the First Transgression of Seasons

Three years passed while Phelan remained in the Pauper Ponds. The Torq invaded and were ultimately repelled. Ticker was destroyed, as was House Nephezar. The archivist was slain. Zarano and his knaves appeared. He married Oriana and began his rebellion. The name of the King was spoken for the first time in memory. The Drill was being built.

It was then at this time that House Haremarch emerged from the Weald, under their scion Camedyr, who was a Druid. His House's loyalty to the King quickly put them at odds with Zarano; who was now ascendant in the Ward. To many readers, it may seem peculiar that a Druid like Camedyr would consider themselves loyal to the King, however it is taught among many Circles that the King's first and most trusted advisors were the Druids; that early in his reign Druids were entrusted to instruct vassals on how to safeguard and care for the City and its natural state, but that these Druids had been betrayed and many circle broken as the King fell under the influence of others in his Court.

In any case during the time the Haremarch emerged it was also then that cycle of the seasons had begun its turn. The leaves of the Willow changed from green to yellow, and frost blanketed the fields and forests at night.

However, hardship from the recent war with the Torq, a rising threat of a Ghyl warband, and lack of preparation among the Houses, now ostensibly in rebellion against the King, conspired to ensure that granaries and stores were poorly provisioned. Famine and hardship awaited the folk of the outer rings. This was the impetus then for Haremarch to broker a bargain with the Unseelie Court of Summer. The terms were made with Robin Threefaces, the Duchess of Dawn and the Duke of Dusk: Winter's reign would be forestalled so the folk of the outer rings could plant and reap another harvest. In return the Fey of Summer required the Haremarch to bring forth a child to give to them. Indeed, Winter was forestalled, and new crops appeared all at once in the freshly tilled fields of the Steading. Robin Threefaces stood to accept the daughter of a farmer by Haremarch's election, but at the last moment of the bargain's consummation a man named Powell, and a relation of Camedyr, Artegal interceded and instead gave of themselves to the Summer Fey in the young girl's place. They were transformed before those gathered into a dog and stag, and the Fey withdrew back to their secret forest haunts; delighted in having at once struck against their foes of Winter and having tricked the folk of the Steadings to giving them an offering.

Correspondence / Re: Letter For Rin farrel left in the sunpurse manse
« on: August 24, 2022, 10:31:12 PM »


Rhapsodist Kandra,

This grove is a great gift to mankind, and daily I try to live to be more worthy of it.

It is as Sandor says, I am a gardener.  A caretaker perhaps is accurate, though in this instance, its more true to say the grove is taking care of me  rather than the other way around.

Yet there will come an hour where those that seek this place will need safeguarding, and perhaps some requirement to give of ourselves; if we are to take lesson from Phelan's selfless example.

I hope to meet thee beneath the boughs soon to better tell thee of these things. In the meantime, perhaps ye will read some of my Book of Metamorpheses on the table just there; a work I intend to complete so all may better understand what was given.

-Rin of Oldflowers


Suggestions / Re: Alarm spell rebalancing
« on: August 24, 2022, 07:19:51 AM »
This is not an idle debate or theoretical practice. This is something in the game world now, at play, effecting characters and players.

 To their credit, Diablo has fully employed this spell for what it is: a level two spell that can fix an opponent in time and space.

Compare this to scry for an insight


Alarm, extended lasts over three hours at level 10
It persists over rests
It is not bound by region or ring, you can sense an alarm from across the cosmos
It is undetectable, there's no contested roll
It is tireless, it fires as many times as there PC's who trip it
You can distinguish signals by stacking casts of the spell ontop of each other. 2 pings means location X, 3 pings means location Y. combined with that fact that this spell persists across rests means you can setup sensors across many choke points.
Given a characters spawn location or other easily inferable facts can locate them using the player list and log in time.
Totally hides your own location, you can spy on others with zero risk of revealing your own location.
Its a level two spell.

Scry on the other hand

Involves a special locations/foci to use
limited number of casts per rest
Can only be used against players in the same ring.
Involves contested rolls
Once per PC per cast is the general paradigm
You have to camp a scry focus to be able to reliably detect if somebody of interest is near
Not available in all locations
Single target, anything else you perceive must be derived from circumstance
If detected, reveals your own location
the ward area spell counters it
Its a level 4 spell (6 for druids and cleric)

Here's the situation
A thoughtful player can know somebody else logs in at a certain time of day, and given facts about their opponent, such as their spawn point, lay down a series of alarms to detect their movements from thirty or more rings away away and be prepared by the time the opponents enters a certain transition to hit them, with exquisite timing, with spells/summons/allies/traps/ etc.

Scry on the other hand remains an incredibly useful spell, but only usable on a much narrower set of circumstances.

To fix, one or several changes could be used
1.) I like the idea of a spider in her web, but it should be local. Alarm could only work in a ring or map that you are currently occupying. No telegraph of location 80 light years away.
2.) Alternatively, if you did want to keep the long range aspects, alarms should not persists across rests. That means somebody who set up 10 extended alarms has to burn through the slots and suffer the consequences of not having those spells when they rest
3.) Make alarms possible to detect. With the design of the game world you can 100% combine map knowledge and transition choke points along with player login times to geolocate somebody. That's too much power, especially for a level 2 spell. Plus it goes against the overall design principle where if somebody is taking a hostile action against your character, your at least have a chance to detect its happening
4.) Make alarms single fire. Retains a lot of its advantages, but now acts more like other traps , once its set off by whoever, it no longer functions. Why should a deadly trap from a rogue only get one fire (that can also potentially reveal location from far away) be radically different in this regard to a spell?

End of the day, Diablo's right. A thoughtful player, especially combined with map knowledge and OOC info such as log in time and player list, can use this spell to pin point movements of locations of many opponents from any distance and in a three and half hour window.

I have thought of several counters to this use of the spell. Lots of erratic movement, doubling back, standing for long periods of time on locations where you think alarms may be. Or idling in locations where it makes no sense to idle. Choosing inefficient routes. Using unexpected spawn locations, using variable log in times or intervals between logins. So far the counters have been reliably lame, and for how linear much of the server really is, ineffective.

Books and Publications of the City / Guardianship of Phelan
« on: August 23, 2022, 05:09:24 PM »
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Guardianship of Phelan

It soon came to pass that, after Desmond's twenty seventh name-day that his one and only issue, Phelan was born. One evening soon after, Desmond, his wife Oriana, and his swaddled son were ambling through Willow Park in front of the Manse, at the edge of the pond about the Willow. While Desmond held his son, bouncing on his hip, the Willow all at once burst forth with a hundred of a hundred catkins, and its mighty boughs bowed to the giggling boy. Gobsmacked, Desmond stared up at the Willow. He made to get closer, handing his son over to his wife, however, as soon as his wife Oriana held the boy, the Willow's catkins disappeared, its boughs straightened and a deadly cold chill ran over the Ponds. Meanwhile Geriand had been peering through the hidden grove he and his dryad friend Mai dwelled in. At once Geriand understood the meaning of this omen. While Desmond had been his student it had been assumed from the glimpses of the long eye that it was Desmond who was destined to perform the rite to rid the curse of the shade from his line, now he understood that it was not the father but the son.

Eight years passed, and the circle quietly grew in strength and wisdom. Geriand with the help of Reeve Cooper Crum and Ser Hulbert Wolfson worked in secret, little by little to ensure the boy would be safeguarded, when the time came. Desmond took him often to the Park to fish, and so that his friends could start to teach him of the old ways and so that father could plan for what would happen after his thirty fifth birthday. And so, though he knew not how the shade would strike, he was comforted in knowing he had made provisions for his son. Oriana drowned her husband on his walk about the Willow Ways on his birthday. She was the paramour of Zarano by that time; as had long been the wight's design.

With Desmond murdered, and the nature of Oriana now clear, Geriand and the Reeves worked quickly. The boy was an obstacle to Zarano's plots and would be murdered once it could be arranged. So the young Phelan was spirited away from the the Ward along hidden and secret paths connecting the mansion to the park. And so in the secret places there for three years is where Phelan remained, learning from Geriand, Mai the Dryad and the other Students. It was in this time he learned speak with the spirits, and saw a vision. Underneath the shade of the Willow, he dreamed of a crow cawing among the boughs of a strange grove, calling all creatures to seek shelter among the great roots and limbs with his strong, warning song as a great storm and flood came spilling forth from a dark horizon. When he awoke, the he held a black feather in his hands; telling his vision to Geriand, that is how he earned his name, Crowsong.

Correspondence / Re: For Rin Ferrel left at Sunpurse manse
« on: August 23, 2022, 03:00:44 PM »
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Cicisbeo Sandor,

I will look for thee below the boughs of the three and one inside the manse.

Perhaps together we may safeguard those who seek its shade.

-Rin of Oldflowers

Books and Publications of the City / Massacre of the Students
« on: August 22, 2022, 10:29:41 PM »
Massacre of the Students

However, his rivals and detractors within the Peerage declaimed his new friend. His gardens were truly beloved and remarkable among the many, yet for some of the nobility it was seen as an injury to their own reputations to have so bright an example in the 98th brought into clear view. Indeed, those that had learned from Geriand had built what was then the nearest thing to paradise we know of in these outer rings. Some saw in Desmond's changes both in demeanor and methods a rejection of their own manners and customs.

So it came to be his rivals levied all manner of accusations as fantastic as they were untrue. Desperate to forestall the worst, Desmond and Geriand counterfeited the Groundskeeper's own execution. However once the spirit of the bellicose and easily led is animated, it can take a mad life and purpose all its own. Huscarls rushed into the gardens, and they lynched the gardeners, scholars, and Students who had served Desmond in a mad nightmare of screams, broken glass and weeping. Of the fowl and beasts, they shot and flayed for fear they were Changelings.

The few forewarned, such as Geriand, and lucky then slowly regathered, but now out of sight, hidden among the Pauper Ponds and the Willow there. Their ties to Sunpurse severed, but not forgotten.

The Curse of Sunpurse

For ten generations, the scions of Sunpurse have suffered the fate to perish before they reach the age of five and thirty. For near as long, the nature of that curse, and its ultimate source, Zerano Senuspur, were not known to the heirs or their servants.

The knowledge of his dark primogeniture, but the ignorance of its cause colored every moment of Desmond's life, the ninth heir to the Sunpurse. Early in the age of his majority, Desmond had also undertaken to restore the lands of the 98th ring. To plant there Willowgrove Park and make of it a beautiful garden. For this purpose, the first Students were gathered. Botanists, and scholars of artifice, gradeners and keepers of fish, beasts and fowl - curious and gentle folk were drawn to his vision of a great gift to mankind.

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Geriand the Groundskeeper and Lord Desmond Sunpurse

The works of these Students drew the eye of Geriand Relve'len, an elf and Druid who had traveled far and seen many Circles throughout the city in his long life. He had grown wise in his frequent discussions with the spirits. Step by step, Geriand, Desmond and the many who labored to build the peaceful garden, grew in esteem and regard for each other. The elf and the energetic scion became close friends. Geriand showed the Students how to listen to the spirits, and taught them the lessons of the many Circles he knew of from his travels. Desmond himself gained great wisdom and clarity as he learned from his friend and teacher.

And yet the curse was never far from his mind. The young man had now a wife promised to him; the duty and issue of an heir gave Desmond feverish desire to break his family curse, for it was no longer his life alone which depended on it. Desmond and Geriand used the long eye, and glimpsed the patient shade at work on its black designs. The pair of friends and the inner circle of Desmond devised then the means by which to break free from the curse. It would take great sacrifice, yet Desmond was willing himself to give it in order to safeguard evermore the life of his yet unborn son, and all his grandsons.

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o The Curse of Sunpurse, Geriand the Groundskeeper and Lord Desmond Sunpurse
o Massacre of the Students, the Guardianship of Phelan
o House Haremarch and the First Trangression of Seasons
o Fury of Winter and the Rite of Sverri the Small
o Return of Phelan, Death of Oriana
o The Seven Labors of Hulbert Wolfson
o Metamorphosis of Crowsong, the Death of the Willow
o The War of the Fey Courts and Druidic Schism

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An account of the metamorphosis of Phelan Sunpurse and the many transformations of our age. So that we may better strive towards paradise.

-Rin of Oldflowers

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