The Journal of Lord Edranath Leathurah

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Post by T.A.Saunders » Tue Nov 08, 2016 2:55 pm

Tiri 26, 1346 AC

I’ve good news. I’ve been given a new assignment by the Illumina Valo. It’s all quite clandestine yet altogether familiar to me. They wish me to represent the organization in the efforts being orchestrated by another organization known as the Arcanium. As I mentioned, I’m familiar with this organization in large part due to my sister also being involved with this whole revolution business they’re tending to in Shalzaar.

I’m rather conflicted however. As much as I would enjoy seeing Thairoa more often and of course helping with this cause she’s involved in, Windsong is a rather large mess presently, thanks to this whole Avatar matter. For the last several weeks we’ve been working with the Knights of the Blood Lily to get things sorted for the people left homeless and without food, but it’s been a bit of an uphill battle. We’ve had to defend citizens from all manner of minions of Siru; followers mostly, but just today we were attacked by a demon of considerable size. I dealt with it as best as I could manage, whilst my comrades saw to the citizens we had attempted to aid before the fiend decided to have a go at us. It was no small matter that I was able to defeat the creature, though only barely. I suffered injuries myself from the conflict I was forced to tend to immediately thereafter. We were able then, to evacuate the citizens to the shelter we had established on Durmoth Boulevard, near the small bakery there.

I’m also worried about mother and father. If I go to Shalzaar and do my part for this revolution against Tolliver, they’ll be here more or less alone. I say ‘more or less’ because Thairoa has arranged her ‘Protector’ to look after them. This Arathys is also, by no small coincidence, my contact with the Arcanium. He’s quite large and seems capable, but he has this vaguely savage look about him that makes me disinclined to give as much as my trust as my sister has. Perhaps it is merely the high standard, I as a brother put to any man that spends any deal of time with my sister. I will try to remain objective.

Yet, as capable as this Protector seems, it is also impossible for him to be many places at once. Should he be on the battlefield, tending to some grand duty or distracted in some other less wholesome way, such as drinking or whoring, what will happen to them? It would only take one of those demons like the one I managed to fell to show up here and make quick work of both mother and father ― though I imagine mother could just as likely scold it into submission. So as a precaution I’ve fashioned a glyph that will trigger if an individual with hostile intentions crosses the threshold and will give me warning.

Enough writing for now, it’s time for me to inform mother and father of the good news and pack!
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Post by T.A.Saunders » Tue Nov 08, 2016 2:56 pm

Tiri 28, 1346 AC

The parents weren’t as pleased as I had hoped they’d be, though I should have expected as much. With Thairoa already involved with this Arcanium lot, mother’s first inclination was to issue blame to her. When I explained that simply wasn’t the case, that it was the Illumina Valo that requested I go, she grew rather cross and reminded me, as heir to the estate that I had a responsibility here first. I suppose I see her point, but simply being a wealthy nobleman isn’t what’s in my heart. I’m not looking to become a hero of any kind really. I simply believe it’s everybody’s duty to serve their country for a time in some capacity or another. She’ll not hear it and father was too busy rambling on about the price of some bloody pointless sculpture to be bothered to give an honest opinion.

I’ve said this privately to friends and I mean no disrespect by this, but I am truly the only man in my family. I love my father very much and he has always been good to mother and to Thai, but as a role model as to what a man should be, I feel he simply falls short. I’ll not be some antiquing fop that coasts from social event to social event without so much as a thought or care in the world. I wish to contribute something to the world instead; knowledge if I can, blood if I must. Mother calls it youthful enthusiasm. I prefer to call it conscionable action. I want to be somebody any children I would sire would be proud of rather than a mere periphery note.

The discussion went into the earliest reaches of the morning, with the finality of it being mother surrendering in her own, regal and dignified way, without giving a blessing or permission. And I didn’t ask for it, nor would I. This passive permission wrapped in silent disagreement allows us to be civil without giving any ground. It’s simply how this family communicates in its own wordless way. I’m rather glad that Thairoa and I at least don’t not-talk that way. Our dialog has always been very open, and for that I’m quite thankful. When I finally catch up with her in this Edge of Dreaming Hotel they’ve been holed up in, I’m sure there will be much to discuss. I shall pen her a letter this very evening to inform her of my impending arrival. I might otherwise use my Speaking Crystal but I rather think I shattered it when that blasted demon swatted me into Miss Madeline’s dress shop on Baker’s Street.

This disapproval from mother (and by proxy of mother, also father) only cements this as the moral and just choice to make in an increasingly immoral and unjust world. It’s time I think that I stand up and be counted as a man of quality and decency, rather than hiding behind the fancy gates and nicely tended hedges of the family estate. While I still find a good measure of apprehension about leaving them and Windsong behind, I must also hope that this decision will also bring me closer to the root of the problem, ergo granting me an opportunity in which I may help solve it.

I expect that I will be given something of a cold shoulder for the last few days I am here. That will be unfortunate, but necessary to accept. I’ve been granted passage aboard the airship, ‘Magnificence’ and will be flown to Mira’s Hope over the course of the next few days thereafter. I’m looking forward to the voyage as I’ve never been aboard an airship before for any reason whatsoever. Getting from Mira’s Hope to the Ruins of Am-Xitha might prove difficult, as I’ve no transport waiting to take me north once I’m there. I believe I have a solution for that problem, but I’ll need to into the city tomorrow and replace my Speaking Crystal for that.

Enough writing for now. Off to meet Cordelia, Aloysius and Branden at the pub and have pint before I set off.
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Post by T.A.Saunders » Tue Nov 08, 2016 2:57 pm

Tiri 30, 1346 AC

I write this from the forward observation deck of the airship, ‘Magnificence.’ True to her name, she is a long and sleek craft fashioned from elegantly planed Kassoa wood (which means she was built in Farwind) and reinforced with Boromandite where appropriate. The view of Windsong City from above is absolutely stunning. You would not think two Avatars were warring down there not a week before for the serenity it all seems to have from my vantage in the clouds.

Thinking on the conflict between the Avatar of Illusions, Vanidyr and the Avatar of Suffering, I am brought to a deeper consideration and perhaps a greater motivation still that I indeed should be fighting alongside my sister, with these Arcanium-backed revolutionaries. She and this dimensional Twin of her are preparing to participate in the Twin Goddesses’ Tournament of the Avatar, where they will fight other Priests and Priestesses of the Twins for the right to be vessels for Thyia and Theesa. While this is a great honor indeed, I am also learned enough to be deeply concerned about her participating in this tournament and then further, fighting other Avatars.

While the Twin’s Tournament, as I understand it r does not require that you kill the other priests and priestesses, but merely defeat them, other times these trials have taken place, for less important reasons, particularly ambitious priests and priestesses have killed one another for the right. ‘Nothing is given, but all things can be earned’ indeed. I wonder, when the Twins thought of that phrase, if she also meant that ritualistic murder was also acceptable way of earning things?

Departure from home went exactly as I expected it. Mother did not see me off, though father did and had insisted that I bring Thairoa Lamys oil and this small statuette of what I think is a drunken faerie by the somewhat lopsided poise she has. He also gave me an oiled leather knapsack and a book entitled, “The Sordid Adventures of Kaden Flynn.” Twins’ Torch, you’d think the man mistook me for a teenage daughter, rather than a young man who’s shed blood for his Republic and defended its defenseless. Though, the few illustrations it has are rather remarkable. Probably gave it to me so mother wouldn’t find it.

However, my goodbyes to my friends and my on again, off again sweetheart, Cordelia went much differently than I expected. Aloysius, my mate from the Illumina Valo arranged a small party at the ‘Tilted Tankard’ to see me off. Brandon, who’s Cordelia’s cousin was absent sadly. Since joining the cavaliers of the Order of the Blood Lily, he has been quite busy himself. Cordelia of course was there. We’ve been in one of our ‘off’ phases for a few months now. I’ve honestly wanted to concentrate on earning my rank as Mage, thus validating my skills to myself and my peers, as well as validating the cost of my tuition to my parents.

The practical tests are exceedingly hard and require a great deal of both preparation and mental acumen. Her insistence on spending every waking moment with me and arranging little scenarios where I will be enticed to bed her were growing thin on my patience. It certainly wasn’t for lack of desire, but these tests are bloody serious. Failing them would have had me held back a year and likely would have cost my position within the Illumina Valo. So, I chose success over Cordelia. She showed up I think not to see me off, but rather to say ‘goodbye’ to me and my choices. I will likely not see her again for a few years at least; I can only hope that she will find happiness and the noble she’s always wanted to plant an heir to some fine house into her belly. It will not be me.

Perhaps I will write more later this evening. Looks like Tashrani belly dancers are on stage!
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Post by T.A.Saunders » Tue Nov 08, 2016 2:58 pm

Karo 1, 1346 AC

I have arrived in Mira’s Hope after an extraordinary voyage aboard the ‘Magnificence.’ Though as I set foot on the snow-kissed beach and wave goodbye to the lovely Tashrani belly dancer Ishazeema that kept my company, I begin to see the effects of Tolliver’s reign upon the people of Moonfall. People displaced from their homes huddle at makeshift shelters, where there’s only tents and campfires to keep them warm. I can hear children looking for their mothers or fathers; meek, desperate cries amongst the thrumming industry of this thriving independent port. I have always been a staunch believer that a ruler is the servant of his or her people. In such a light as that, this Lord Grimshaw has failed utterly.

I know now that I must go north according to the map on the communique that the Arcanium supplied me but they also were quite specific that I travel alone. I’m unsure if it escaped this clandestine, world-spanning organization, but I am bereft of wings, a horse or a bloody bicycle in which to complete the final leg of my voyage. Were it not for my sister’s presence and expectation of my arrival, I might well have considered Ishazeema’s most tempting offer for a ’round trip.’ I also have a duty to see to, which I am reminded of each time I look up from my writing.

Rather than summon a guide, I mean to contact Lord Arathys via the Speaking Crystal I purchased right before I departed. My plan is to have the man turn the Crystal about so I might see the place I’m going, then take advantage of all this snow and use a water-traveling spell to make the voyage instantaneous. I will do that tomorrow I think and stay here tonight to help where I can. I don’t imagine the Arcanium needs my blood and magic so urgently that I cannot stop and see to helping matters here for a day. I would go further to say, that a gentleman of quality would be indeed remiss if he did not roll up his sleeves and help the less fortunate.

I think I shall arrange lodging here tonight. There are some rather interesting shanties along the coast that state they welcome travelers, though most of those have rather shady sorts wandering in and out of them. Providing that I sneer, swagger and belch in sufficient amounts I expect I will blend nearly as well as anybody else here does as of late. That and make sure I deep freeze my bedsheets to ensure there are no crotch crickets making nest. Horrible things ambushed Brandon one year after a stay in Tashran. I can’t remember a time that I was actually in mortal danger from pissing myself from laughter.

I close this entry with strengthened resolve to my choice to come here. This must all be made right.
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Post by T.A.Saunders » Tue Nov 08, 2016 2:58 pm

Karo 2, 1346 AC

Through an arrangement I have made with Lord Arathys Blackthorne, I have been able to contact him through a Speaking Crystal and see the location by which I must transport to the hotel. The excessive amount of snow works to my advantage, being a hydromancer in that I can merely use elemental sorcery to cut my time between Mira’s Hope to the ruins of Am-Xitha to mere moments, rather than several days through some rather hostile territory.

Upon my arrival, I had a moment to speak with the Commander outside. I had met him once before, briefly at the Remembrance Day celebration my family had. He had been there as my sister’s protector that evening and while certainly imposing even in his costume attire, I had not a full measure of exactly how intimidating he could truly be in his armor. If I had any doubt of his ability to defend Thairoa against anything and everything, those thoughts were dispelled the moment I saw him standing there by the crumbled archway of what must have been once the Edge of Dreaming Hotel’s exterior.

His ability to do so, I have never doubted, but rather what his intentions may be. In our letters, Thairoa has assured me that he is very honorable and true to his word, though this has done nothing to alleviate my skepticism. He is the son of a tyrant and the grandson of Arisyeema the Deceiver and who knows what demon in Xos. However honorable he may seem, however much a champion right he claims to be, I think I will be waiting for the other shoe to drop for some time myself before I am sold on the intentions of this gentleman. There is something else there. How they look at each other. The familiarity there is considerable, though for now I’ll not speak of it with her. There are greater matters afoot.

On preparing to enter with Lord Arathys, a woman who had been wandering the snowy swamp had very nearly tackled me to make sure she was able to get in when I did. Upon Lord Arathys granting her hospitality from the cold (which was quite good of him, considering this is supposed to be some sort of covert operation), I discovered that I was speaking to Lady Alizasha eth Jai. The eth Jai family is a notable one of noble blood in Farwind, who can trace their bloodlines back to the first families of the Kingdom, when it was still, indeed a kingdom.

Keeping that in mind, I found it extraordinary that a woman of this quality would be gallivanting around a swamp without an escort. It’s simply not heard of. Even if she were there for scholarly purposes, which would be quite believable, given her education and keen intellect, it is simply not the season for doing such exploration. It’s in the middle of bloody Divashi for Twins Sake, you couldn’t break ground on a dig or clear anything significant till Lasa and the thaw of the land.

Zasha, as I’ve come to know her I think I will be seeing more of. I’m not ashamed to say that she is quite attractive, in this cold, statuesque sort of way. She has regal air about her that is a testament to her fine breeding and gentle, lilting voice matched to a cutting wit that I can appreciate. In our initial encounter was quite favorable for my part. With so many sorts of people here in this hotel, that I can see even as I write this, I am pleased I will have somebody to converse with that may understand and enjoy similar things to myself.

On that note, I shall bring closure to this entry. I’ve bags to unpack and a difference to begin making.
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