On Friday, March 28th at 7pm CST we will be mustering on the docks of Erollis in the Frostfang sea, to hunt the dragon Vrewwx!
This will be a long raid, and may need to continue over the weekend. Please be ready for a long haul, with food and drink at the ready, and possibly some repair kits as well. Please review the battle plans before muster!
In order to participate in this event, you will need:
- More than 81 seasons (yes, it is a strange cut-off point)
- Have been on the Part 1 of this raid on Friday March 21st, which ran from 7pm CST to 3:30am CST
We have attempted this raid three times already, on Friday March 7th and Friday February 28th, and Friday March 21st.
The following hunters are currently locked to the instance through March 30th:
Alteru Ecthelwe - Scutari - Elemental damage
Andrejja Pejjiic - Vigiles Medic - Chief Healer
Chevanima Amrunrosse - Scutari - Main Tank
Folodu Amrunrosse - Equites - general damage and support
Elysen D'Vren - Scutari - general damage and support
Sonantius Strigadae - Scutari and Second Tank
Vauldr D'Saren - Scutari - Elemental damage
Names in order of appearance:
(monsters which are already dead are listed at the bottom)
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On Saturday March 22 we left the raid at this point:
Odaufe and Kastus - 96^^^x4
We were surprised to find this pair up the ramp from Debitino. We were unable to defeat him as of this update, but we noticed several things.
- Keeping the brothers separate allowed us to damage them - but they both have a wicked manasteal and they heal themselves.
- Allowing them to fuse makes the snow in the corners of the room clickable. Clicking the snow allows you to gather 5 snowballs. The snowballs interrupt the combined Odaufe&Kastus, and eventually cause him to divide again. As long as he is united, you can do no damage.
- There is an icy axe on the seat of Kastus' throne. It has not yet been clickable, but it may become so.
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We have not yet seen:
Frozen Statue of the Snowbeast - 95^^^x4
Spawn the mob and pull it to your chosen spot, named Memwipes. When the mob reaches the point of death the first time it will fall down and spawn 2 "a fragment of a statue" mobs which you must have tanked apart from one another. If you let the fragments remain together too long the name will revive, drain the main tank and kill him. Burn down the 2 fragments and then the Statue will revive with 50% HP. Kill the name again, this time he will spawn 3 fragments which must all be tanked apart from one another, once all three of those die the name will revive a final time at 10% HP and you kill him and get your loot.
Vrewwx Icyheart - 98^^^ x4
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Showing posts with label Chevanima. Show all posts
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Monday, March 24, 2014
Thursday, March 6, 2014
A plain, red-spined book - Apocryphal Journals: Folodu Amrunrosse
Archivist's note:
It is clear from contemporary records that Amrunrosse was fastidious about keeping her journals on her person or otherwise well secured, yet in the recent reorganization of the archive we have found loose signatures tucked among unrelated treatises on the applied arts of entropy as relates to the keeping of vegetable gardens in various climates.
Each is no more than eight pages of vellum, stitched with waxed linen thread and apparently in good condition, aside from having been at some point separated from the rest of its volume. The handwriting appears to be consistent from one entry to the next, though there are huge swaths of the work still missing.
What remains has been bound together in a probable chronology, and wrapper leaves were added around each original signature to hold such notation as is possible. The entries are undated in the original hand, but as many of the incidents are cross-referenced in the public archives, so a loose chronology may be posited.
This entry is unusually brief for the bardic-trained Amrunrosse, especially in light of her extensive, longwinded reports during the Velian Exile. The doubts seeded during the era of her usurption have long been considered to have flourished in the solitude of her exile. The tone of her entries immediately following her recall to a more closely supervised position in Maj'Dul would seem to confirm this.
Fafnier is among us again, and quite hale and healthy. He has not spoken of the broken engagement. When pressed, he refused to speak of it. I get the feeling he cares, and yet is too proud to admit it.
Cheva will be thrilled to see him, though she is yet on her way to the sands.
It looks less drear, and yet.
I found him returned not long before he ordered my assistance in going to Freeport and fixing the status of his death back to living.
We disembarked our ship only to immediately encounter the Knights on patrol. As is standard, they wished to see our papers. Fafnier, having already not listened to reason and changing his documents in Gorowyn, started making demands for pleasantries.
Now it is on me if he catches their attention. Arquenniel was quite clear on that. Fafnier should have known better, and could not keep his mouth shut. He wanted to claim his own actions for himself. He does not understand how tyranny works.
It is endearing and foolish.
After, he admitted he wished Lucan to know he is returned - he would not explain why.
And then asked me to find a link between Andrejja and Marconis. Already, I am called to bring suspicion on the House. Is this all my name is worth now? As an agent against our own?
It cannot be borne.
I told him I will do no such thing until such time as the Praetor clears it.
It is clear from contemporary records that Amrunrosse was fastidious about keeping her journals on her person or otherwise well secured, yet in the recent reorganization of the archive we have found loose signatures tucked among unrelated treatises on the applied arts of entropy as relates to the keeping of vegetable gardens in various climates.
Each is no more than eight pages of vellum, stitched with waxed linen thread and apparently in good condition, aside from having been at some point separated from the rest of its volume. The handwriting appears to be consistent from one entry to the next, though there are huge swaths of the work still missing.
What remains has been bound together in a probable chronology, and wrapper leaves were added around each original signature to hold such notation as is possible. The entries are undated in the original hand, but as many of the incidents are cross-referenced in the public archives, so a loose chronology may be posited.
This entry is unusually brief for the bardic-trained Amrunrosse, especially in light of her extensive, longwinded reports during the Velian Exile. The doubts seeded during the era of her usurption have long been considered to have flourished in the solitude of her exile. The tone of her entries immediately following her recall to a more closely supervised position in Maj'Dul would seem to confirm this.
Fafnier is among us again, and quite hale and healthy. He has not spoken of the broken engagement. When pressed, he refused to speak of it. I get the feeling he cares, and yet is too proud to admit it.
Cheva will be thrilled to see him, though she is yet on her way to the sands.
It looks less drear, and yet.
I found him returned not long before he ordered my assistance in going to Freeport and fixing the status of his death back to living.
We disembarked our ship only to immediately encounter the Knights on patrol. As is standard, they wished to see our papers. Fafnier, having already not listened to reason and changing his documents in Gorowyn, started making demands for pleasantries.
Now it is on me if he catches their attention. Arquenniel was quite clear on that. Fafnier should have known better, and could not keep his mouth shut. He wanted to claim his own actions for himself. He does not understand how tyranny works.
It is endearing and foolish.
After, he admitted he wished Lucan to know he is returned - he would not explain why.
And then asked me to find a link between Andrejja and Marconis. Already, I am called to bring suspicion on the House. Is this all my name is worth now? As an agent against our own?
It cannot be borne.
I told him I will do no such thing until such time as the Praetor clears it.
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Roster: Chevanima Amrunrosse
~ Vigiles Amicae Service Record ~
~ Available to all sworn Amicae ~
Name: Chevanima Amrunrosse
Status: Active
Rank, specialty, auxiliary: Civites, berserk-fighter, woodworker and tinkerer
Gender: Female
Age: 75 - in truth a very young elf.
Race: Ayr'dal - mixed teir' and koada' heritage
Birthplace: Freeport
Residence/Citizenship: Gorowyn, Freeport, and Maj'Dul
Description and/or portrait:
A slender, and very youthful elf of uncertain heritage, shorter than average.
Her skin is too smooth and her movements too cat-like to be part human. Her skin is an ashy middle tone, neither light nor dark. Her long ears would suggest teir'ish heritage, but the tone of her hair is more gold than white.
One eye is gray, the other, blue.
Frequently wears green. When in armor, it tends to be battered, poorly fitted, and stained with grease, glitter, paint, or glue rather than blood.
Specialties:
Tinkering. Woodcarving. Evading sentries. Baton fighting.
Proficient:
Pickpocketing. Unarmed combat. Edged weapon and shield. Blunt weapon and shield.
Weaknesses:
Easily distracted. Can frequently be bribed with jam or other sweets. Curious well beyond the limits of even human etiquette.
Service Record & Events of Note:
Although the younger Amrunrosse has no official military capacity, Vigiles records indicate her tutors have largely been drawn from its ranks. She has studied with every blade specialist in the ranks, with or without official sanction, and the list of search and recovery missions which have been deployed in connection with her are by this point too numerous to count.
Records indicate that the frequent refectory and crafthall fires through the Age of the New Combine, the Age of the Dead, and well into the Age of Dragons are attributed to her continuing studies in gnomeric mechamagical tinkering.
Shortly after the elder Amrunrosse was placed in supervised exile in Velious, Schuemakkar was detailed to oversee the martial education of the younger Amrunrosse, for which he draws an additional stipend of 25 gold ducats per season.
Late in the Age of the New Combine, the younger Amrunrosse was given an honorary commendation for her success in designing a stable, reproducible flight kajigger harness with a closed manabattery motor capable of 12 hours continuous flight. In the intervening years, further refinements have increased the range to 72 hours and the weight limit to nearly 22 stone.
Previous known Aliases: Cheva. Imp. That elf that just blew up my office. Littlest.
Chevanima has lived among the Amicae for most of her life: her full acceptance and protection as Amicae was a condition of the elder Amrunrosse taking oath in the Age of Shadow.
Awards:
- Knight of D'Lere
- The Deliverator
- The Explodinator
- Festive Spirit
- Ghost Hunter
- Candy Grabber
- Timorous Deep Detective
- Darklight Defender
- Hero of Halas
Sunday, January 12, 2014
Preliminary report on ocular mechamagical detection to Vigiles Amicae Council
The lands of Velious have been fraught with altered beasts and plants. In response to that and other interesting phenomena, I have worked with gnomes stranded in the region to produce a set mechamagical field ocular observers. The basic design and function draft will be included on the schematics included. The purpose has been to observe the magical field resonance theorized to surround all things and support their natures.
Initial findings have been intriguing.
As hypothesized, magicka flows through things in accordance with the material of a thing. The field of the coldain is different than the field of velium, for instance.
The surprise came in with the discovery that the state of a thing also influences the field. A mage casting passive spells has a different effect from casting active spells has a different effect from doing nothing magical at all.
The small sampling of tests indicates that there is many similarities, and cataloging them will permit understanding the field theory better. For now, however, the oculars do not permit the wearer to easily distinguish the mundane ground from the air easily, so testing has only stayed in controlled environments.
Note: a fatal flaw was intentionally left in the schematic.
I deemed this appropriate to reduce the risk of intentional interception. Chevanima should be able to decipher it. Let the unit function for one quarter of a mark to ensure it works properly before use.
Diplomat Folodu Amrunrosse
Initial findings have been intriguing.
As hypothesized, magicka flows through things in accordance with the material of a thing. The field of the coldain is different than the field of velium, for instance.
The surprise came in with the discovery that the state of a thing also influences the field. A mage casting passive spells has a different effect from casting active spells has a different effect from doing nothing magical at all.
The small sampling of tests indicates that there is many similarities, and cataloging them will permit understanding the field theory better. For now, however, the oculars do not permit the wearer to easily distinguish the mundane ground from the air easily, so testing has only stayed in controlled environments.
Note: a fatal flaw was intentionally left in the schematic.
I deemed this appropriate to reduce the risk of intentional interception. Chevanima should be able to decipher it. Let the unit function for one quarter of a mark to ensure it works properly before use.
Diplomat Folodu Amrunrosse
Friday, February 3, 2012
A plain, red-spined book - Apocryphal Journals: Folodu Amrunrosse
Archivist's note:
It is clear from contemporary records that Amrunrosse was fastidious about keeping her journals on her person or otherwise well secured, yet in the recent reorganization of the archive we have found loose signatures tucked among unrelated treatises on the applied arts of entropy as relates to the keeping of vegetable gardens in various climates.
Each is no more than eight pages of vellum, stitched with waxed linen thread and apparently in good condition, aside from having been at some point separated from the rest of its volume. The handwriting appears to be consistent from one entry to the next, though there are huge swaths of the work still missing.
What remains has been bound together in a probable chronology, and wrapper leaves were added around each original signature to hold such notation as is possible. The entries are undated in the original hand, but as many of the incidents are cross-referenced in the public archives, so a loose chronology may be posited.
This entry is less focussed than most, and seems to be trying to fill in random, potentially political events between this entry, and the blithe survey which seems to have been written some time before it.
It is unclear whether this stowaway incident was in fact the same as mentioned previously, as it seems the younger Amrunrosse developed a habit of escaping her guardians and tutors.
It is advised that the student of history take her offered chronology and editorial commentary with a hearty grain of salt. In all the records we have of her hand, public and private, there is every evidence of a profound sense of her own centrality to events. Like most of the bardic-trained, it does seem she was drawn into many of the pivotal events of her time, and this must have only confirmed to her that she was therefore a driver of them.
There has been much in the last little bit. Life is either slow, or overburdened. It always amazes me to see it shift between the two.
As a start to all of it, Cheva was playing in the harbor, and decided to play on a ship in the harbor. When the ship was ready to sail, this boundary did not hold up and she decided to be a stowaway. As soon as I found out, I was on the nearest ship I could find. She, of course, was on a simple supply run down the coast and back. I ended up shipwrecked with a bunch of pilgrims on a snowpack glacier. “Playing in the harbor” does not mean the ships in the harbor, and certainly not taking said ships in the harbor.
Luck was on my side, that I had opted to have my normal kit with me. I must say - my travel companions were less than helpless, and many of which needed rescued from the various dangers of the ice. Must keep in mind - do not work for free even once. If nothing else, take the money and sneak it back into their belongings later. Once you do one thing...
Later in the evening, I was able to find out from a Fier' in the Amicae that Cheva was returned. That was very relieving - it is more than unfortunate that he ran afoul of Marconis in a mission onto the tundra himself. We don’t know a thing about where they may have gone, so for now there is not much we can do but search.
On a completely unrelated note, a few evenings ago I spent learning some about Tier tastes. I will gladly wear a collar for her again. I cannot explain, exactly, why it was so desirable, but to have someone wish to own you! And to serve! This has been my only positive interaction with masters and slaves, and I really enjoyed myself thoroughly. I do not think Ari has taken such a keen outlook on it - but as I told her, I will test her and show her and me if she is the monster she fears.
Our little magus, Randie, seems to be having some trouble. He has lost some old friends and it has hit him hard. However, he also seems to have inherited a dragon’s horde... very odd. I feel for him, though. A lot on his shoulders, and so far as I can tell, there isn’t anything for him to actually do any longer. He gets to make up his own fate, when he never used to. He will get to feeling better.
Varric has come back from the dead, it would seem. I saw him last performing or guarding at the Lotus the other night. He apologized about falling off the face of Norrath, and that it was not anything planned. Very odd, still, that one.
The same night in the Lotus, I caught up with Vaka again. After arresting some girl for attacking some newly turned vampire, I wanted to know about a thing the girl said - she is a part of a group who “doesn’t exist”. Must be a very young operative, to even admit that. It could spell trouble, and it could be someone a little soft in the head. Either way, it is good to know potential challenges.
I still miss Xil, from time to time. And missing him reminds me of Fafnier. I hope Sytan can resurrect him soon. It has been far too long since I have heard his voice and enjoyed his company.
It is clear from contemporary records that Amrunrosse was fastidious about keeping her journals on her person or otherwise well secured, yet in the recent reorganization of the archive we have found loose signatures tucked among unrelated treatises on the applied arts of entropy as relates to the keeping of vegetable gardens in various climates.
Each is no more than eight pages of vellum, stitched with waxed linen thread and apparently in good condition, aside from having been at some point separated from the rest of its volume. The handwriting appears to be consistent from one entry to the next, though there are huge swaths of the work still missing.
What remains has been bound together in a probable chronology, and wrapper leaves were added around each original signature to hold such notation as is possible. The entries are undated in the original hand, but as many of the incidents are cross-referenced in the public archives, so a loose chronology may be posited.
This entry is less focussed than most, and seems to be trying to fill in random, potentially political events between this entry, and the blithe survey which seems to have been written some time before it.
It is unclear whether this stowaway incident was in fact the same as mentioned previously, as it seems the younger Amrunrosse developed a habit of escaping her guardians and tutors.
It is advised that the student of history take her offered chronology and editorial commentary with a hearty grain of salt. In all the records we have of her hand, public and private, there is every evidence of a profound sense of her own centrality to events. Like most of the bardic-trained, it does seem she was drawn into many of the pivotal events of her time, and this must have only confirmed to her that she was therefore a driver of them.
There has been much in the last little bit. Life is either slow, or overburdened. It always amazes me to see it shift between the two.
As a start to all of it, Cheva was playing in the harbor, and decided to play on a ship in the harbor. When the ship was ready to sail, this boundary did not hold up and she decided to be a stowaway. As soon as I found out, I was on the nearest ship I could find. She, of course, was on a simple supply run down the coast and back. I ended up shipwrecked with a bunch of pilgrims on a snowpack glacier. “Playing in the harbor” does not mean the ships in the harbor, and certainly not taking said ships in the harbor.
Luck was on my side, that I had opted to have my normal kit with me. I must say - my travel companions were less than helpless, and many of which needed rescued from the various dangers of the ice. Must keep in mind - do not work for free even once. If nothing else, take the money and sneak it back into their belongings later. Once you do one thing...
Later in the evening, I was able to find out from a Fier' in the Amicae that Cheva was returned. That was very relieving - it is more than unfortunate that he ran afoul of Marconis in a mission onto the tundra himself. We don’t know a thing about where they may have gone, so for now there is not much we can do but search.
On a completely unrelated note, a few evenings ago I spent learning some about Tier tastes. I will gladly wear a collar for her again. I cannot explain, exactly, why it was so desirable, but to have someone wish to own you! And to serve! This has been my only positive interaction with masters and slaves, and I really enjoyed myself thoroughly. I do not think Ari has taken such a keen outlook on it - but as I told her, I will test her and show her and me if she is the monster she fears.
Our little magus, Randie, seems to be having some trouble. He has lost some old friends and it has hit him hard. However, he also seems to have inherited a dragon’s horde... very odd. I feel for him, though. A lot on his shoulders, and so far as I can tell, there isn’t anything for him to actually do any longer. He gets to make up his own fate, when he never used to. He will get to feeling better.
Varric has come back from the dead, it would seem. I saw him last performing or guarding at the Lotus the other night. He apologized about falling off the face of Norrath, and that it was not anything planned. Very odd, still, that one.
The same night in the Lotus, I caught up with Vaka again. After arresting some girl for attacking some newly turned vampire, I wanted to know about a thing the girl said - she is a part of a group who “doesn’t exist”. Must be a very young operative, to even admit that. It could spell trouble, and it could be someone a little soft in the head. Either way, it is good to know potential challenges.
I still miss Xil, from time to time. And missing him reminds me of Fafnier. I hope Sytan can resurrect him soon. It has been far too long since I have heard his voice and enjoyed his company.
Friday, January 6, 2012
A plain, red-spined book - Apocryphal Journals: Folodu Amrunrosse
Archivist's note:
It is clear from contemporary records that Amrunrosse was fastidious about keeping her journals on her person or otherwise well secured, yet in the recent reorganization of the archive we have found loose signatures tucked among unrelated treatises on the applied arts of entropy as relates to the keeping of vegetable gardens in various climates.
Each is no more than eight pages of vellum, stitched with waxed linen thread and apparently in good condition, aside from having been at some point separated from the rest of its volume. The handwriting appears to be consistent from one entry to the next, though there are huge swaths of the work still missing.
What remains has been bound together in a probable chronology, and wrapper leaves were added around each original signature to hold such notation as is possible. The entries are undated in the original hand, but as many of the incidents are cross-referenced in the public archives, so a loose chronology may be posited.
The following entry appears to have been set down towards the end of the Shadow Age, and the discovery of the Velian continent. The author - if we can be at all confident it is a genuine memoir - would suggest that the Vigiles were operating in their current form rather earlier than was previously thought by reputable historians.
It has been some time since I kept one of these. I hope to do it more justice than my previous ones.
Cheva ran off several months ago – I must be more specific in the future. “Playing in the harbor” does not mean the ships in the harbor, and certainly not taking said ships in the harbor. The girl reminds me far too much of myself. She was lucky and landed in Gorowyn, finding my dark Lady, my mentor Sytan, and Valacor. I, of course, landed on the wrong end of the world trying to find her, got in a shipwreck, and tracked all over the tundra for very little purpose, except for finding someone who had seen her. I left the barren chunk of ice immediately, my informant and an ally in the search in tow.
The informant was attached to my dark Lady’s house, the Vigiles Amicae. He was a Fier of savage disposition, as the classic thought goes. I am much indebted to him. It is unfortunate that he has run afoul of Marcanis. I am glad there is a mind I have only come in contact with briefly. Terrifying. I would lend my services, if they are asked, but at the present it would be far too challenging to disengage from my current assignment to see to him. He is a decent boy, if young. His sister is a hothead, however, and will bring ruin to everyone. I am intrigued at her unique physique, but the personality is unstable enough to give more than a few warning signs.
I have pledged myself to the Amicae as a soldier – I am greatly pleased to have a family to serve again, but I am more certain in myself now, and will watch for the warning signs that lead to leaving the Circuli. I will not allow a tyrant in my sphere again. My dark Lady has shown no signs to being like that, but the vigil will not be abandoned. Unfortunately, rank will mean a degree of separation that I will probably be unable to work around. I will miss her company and companionship, and expect that we will be strained to even be friends, but I will try my best – it is all I can do. I love her and miss her. I will serve her as I promised, and help the house be great in all the ways I can find.
I have recently been promoted to lead a squad. I have heard very little about any of them, so I will be giving them each an assignment to test for their level of competency as they report for duty – which unfortunately is somewhat slowed by my needing to be on the current assignment I am on. I hope they are lead well by Vanside while the units are equipped for the mission. I wish to become better acquainted with her during this time so I can make sure those under my care are taken care of as best I can provide, given the circumstances. I hope also to have good relations with her as a friend – I am not sure how well that will work. We are very different in our approach to life and work, and she does grate on me in her own way. I had some custom corsetry and gowns made to replace my older, antiquated ones. Having a weapon easily to hand is the most reassuring thing I can hope for, even if I cannot carry my normal blades openly. Luddicia is quite talented at meeting the needs I had.
I think the vampires of the house might be cause for concern. They are more paranoid even than I, and seem to be asking questions to try to intentionally make people uncomfortable. I know it is their way, but I cannot fathom why they try to antagonize so much. Perhaps it is just the wish to make us stronger, but right now is not a good time – but when is it ever really?
I have left Cheva in the care of Sytan while I am on assignment. She is growing so fast, and is far too much like me. I hope she grows out of some of her habits, and I must find way to apologize to Sytan for what I put him through. I never did say I was sorry about stabbing him that first time…
I cannot understand where Cheva got the idea of wanting to be a Knight of Great Virtue. Not that she wants to hear what a knight needs or should be, but I think I have found she is very fond of stories of knights. I will have to invent some that have the lessons she needs to know. I miss her and love her with all my heart. One day, I must find a way to tell her of her father – she would be enamored of the stories of him, I think. I miss him, too, but the bite is no longer so hard.
I am glad, in a way that I saw him long enough to ensure he was settled with a new partner. Once I got over my own wants and desires, I found that I wanted him to be happy, and really wanted to be the one to make him so. I am glad, again for my adopted sister, whom helped by loving him, too. I have not much to say on her, given it has been years and she has never sought me out.
I have a new life, and dwelling on the old can only get me so far. And besides, I have the greatest part of the relationship to Xil in Chevanima. I learned from the wolf-mother that the time is precious – I will never understand why she opted to give it up, and I will never make that mistake. She is mine to raise and love, and damn anyone who tries to get in the way of that!
It is clear from contemporary records that Amrunrosse was fastidious about keeping her journals on her person or otherwise well secured, yet in the recent reorganization of the archive we have found loose signatures tucked among unrelated treatises on the applied arts of entropy as relates to the keeping of vegetable gardens in various climates.
Each is no more than eight pages of vellum, stitched with waxed linen thread and apparently in good condition, aside from having been at some point separated from the rest of its volume. The handwriting appears to be consistent from one entry to the next, though there are huge swaths of the work still missing.
What remains has been bound together in a probable chronology, and wrapper leaves were added around each original signature to hold such notation as is possible. The entries are undated in the original hand, but as many of the incidents are cross-referenced in the public archives, so a loose chronology may be posited.
The following entry appears to have been set down towards the end of the Shadow Age, and the discovery of the Velian continent. The author - if we can be at all confident it is a genuine memoir - would suggest that the Vigiles were operating in their current form rather earlier than was previously thought by reputable historians.
It has been some time since I kept one of these. I hope to do it more justice than my previous ones.
Cheva ran off several months ago – I must be more specific in the future. “Playing in the harbor” does not mean the ships in the harbor, and certainly not taking said ships in the harbor. The girl reminds me far too much of myself. She was lucky and landed in Gorowyn, finding my dark Lady, my mentor Sytan, and Valacor. I, of course, landed on the wrong end of the world trying to find her, got in a shipwreck, and tracked all over the tundra for very little purpose, except for finding someone who had seen her. I left the barren chunk of ice immediately, my informant and an ally in the search in tow.
The informant was attached to my dark Lady’s house, the Vigiles Amicae. He was a Fier of savage disposition, as the classic thought goes. I am much indebted to him. It is unfortunate that he has run afoul of Marcanis. I am glad there is a mind I have only come in contact with briefly. Terrifying. I would lend my services, if they are asked, but at the present it would be far too challenging to disengage from my current assignment to see to him. He is a decent boy, if young. His sister is a hothead, however, and will bring ruin to everyone. I am intrigued at her unique physique, but the personality is unstable enough to give more than a few warning signs.
I have pledged myself to the Amicae as a soldier – I am greatly pleased to have a family to serve again, but I am more certain in myself now, and will watch for the warning signs that lead to leaving the Circuli. I will not allow a tyrant in my sphere again. My dark Lady has shown no signs to being like that, but the vigil will not be abandoned. Unfortunately, rank will mean a degree of separation that I will probably be unable to work around. I will miss her company and companionship, and expect that we will be strained to even be friends, but I will try my best – it is all I can do. I love her and miss her. I will serve her as I promised, and help the house be great in all the ways I can find.
I have recently been promoted to lead a squad. I have heard very little about any of them, so I will be giving them each an assignment to test for their level of competency as they report for duty – which unfortunately is somewhat slowed by my needing to be on the current assignment I am on. I hope they are lead well by Vanside while the units are equipped for the mission. I wish to become better acquainted with her during this time so I can make sure those under my care are taken care of as best I can provide, given the circumstances. I hope also to have good relations with her as a friend – I am not sure how well that will work. We are very different in our approach to life and work, and she does grate on me in her own way. I had some custom corsetry and gowns made to replace my older, antiquated ones. Having a weapon easily to hand is the most reassuring thing I can hope for, even if I cannot carry my normal blades openly. Luddicia is quite talented at meeting the needs I had.
I think the vampires of the house might be cause for concern. They are more paranoid even than I, and seem to be asking questions to try to intentionally make people uncomfortable. I know it is their way, but I cannot fathom why they try to antagonize so much. Perhaps it is just the wish to make us stronger, but right now is not a good time – but when is it ever really?
I have left Cheva in the care of Sytan while I am on assignment. She is growing so fast, and is far too much like me. I hope she grows out of some of her habits, and I must find way to apologize to Sytan for what I put him through. I never did say I was sorry about stabbing him that first time…
I cannot understand where Cheva got the idea of wanting to be a Knight of Great Virtue. Not that she wants to hear what a knight needs or should be, but I think I have found she is very fond of stories of knights. I will have to invent some that have the lessons she needs to know. I miss her and love her with all my heart. One day, I must find a way to tell her of her father – she would be enamored of the stories of him, I think. I miss him, too, but the bite is no longer so hard.
I am glad, in a way that I saw him long enough to ensure he was settled with a new partner. Once I got over my own wants and desires, I found that I wanted him to be happy, and really wanted to be the one to make him so. I am glad, again for my adopted sister, whom helped by loving him, too. I have not much to say on her, given it has been years and she has never sought me out.
I have a new life, and dwelling on the old can only get me so far. And besides, I have the greatest part of the relationship to Xil in Chevanima. I learned from the wolf-mother that the time is precious – I will never understand why she opted to give it up, and I will never make that mistake. She is mine to raise and love, and damn anyone who tries to get in the way of that!
Sunday, January 1, 2012
An anonymous letter, preserved with envelope
Archivist's note:
This letter is a curious survival from an era of widespread civil unrest in the most populous cities. It was discovered in the pages of a quaint, archaic treatise on the art of the sword. Although the envelope was badly torn at some point and the return address - if it ever sported one - is now lost, the letter was carefully refolded inside the abused envelope and left in the middle of a rather inventive description of the process of fashioning watered steel, where it was recently uncovered.
Contemporary records do not mention whether the expedition to Antonica was undertaken - with or without escort. Other, later records seem to indicate that the Mysterious patron "M" continued to send secret correspondence to the young Amrunrosse with little interference or discovery for many years after this date, but until the discovery of this letter, it was thought that the correspondence began late in her adolescence, during the absence of her primary guardian.
It is worth noting, however, that in the historical armory the Vigiles do have a pair of mithral boots worked up in a traditional dwarven pattern at an unusually delicate size. Although the attribution in the official provenance is "unknown", the discovery of this early correspondence would suggest that they may well have belonged to the young Amrunrosse.
Addressed to:
The Valorous Chevanima Amrunrosse
Timorous Heights, Vigiles Wing
Gorowyn Upper Prefect, Timorous Isles, Kunark
In regards to your recent success and your excellent skills, a dwarf requests your specialized presence. He has work - that is surely simplicity itself for such a skilled knight as I have recommended on this particular job. I am most interested in supporting your rise to wider glory, despite the conservative opinions of your other tutors, so I pray you will continue to regard me as your most humble patron.
This task will require dedication, fortitude, and a level head, as well as skill in harvesting various materials in the Antonican hills. The employer is a dwarf known as Hwal in the Keep of the Ardent Needle in the same region. He is willing to pay handsomely for your services.
Again, neither assistance nor escort is necessary, as your skills are more than adequate to do this.
Go in strength,
Yours & etc.
M.
This letter is a curious survival from an era of widespread civil unrest in the most populous cities. It was discovered in the pages of a quaint, archaic treatise on the art of the sword. Although the envelope was badly torn at some point and the return address - if it ever sported one - is now lost, the letter was carefully refolded inside the abused envelope and left in the middle of a rather inventive description of the process of fashioning watered steel, where it was recently uncovered.
Contemporary records do not mention whether the expedition to Antonica was undertaken - with or without escort. Other, later records seem to indicate that the Mysterious patron "M" continued to send secret correspondence to the young Amrunrosse with little interference or discovery for many years after this date, but until the discovery of this letter, it was thought that the correspondence began late in her adolescence, during the absence of her primary guardian.
It is worth noting, however, that in the historical armory the Vigiles do have a pair of mithral boots worked up in a traditional dwarven pattern at an unusually delicate size. Although the attribution in the official provenance is "unknown", the discovery of this early correspondence would suggest that they may well have belonged to the young Amrunrosse.
Addressed to:
The Valorous Chevanima Amrunrosse
Timorous Heights, Vigiles Wing
Gorowyn Upper Prefect, Timorous Isles, Kunark
In regards to your recent success and your excellent skills, a dwarf requests your specialized presence. He has work - that is surely simplicity itself for such a skilled knight as I have recommended on this particular job. I am most interested in supporting your rise to wider glory, despite the conservative opinions of your other tutors, so I pray you will continue to regard me as your most humble patron.
This task will require dedication, fortitude, and a level head, as well as skill in harvesting various materials in the Antonican hills. The employer is a dwarf known as Hwal in the Keep of the Ardent Needle in the same region. He is willing to pay handsomely for your services.
Again, neither assistance nor escort is necessary, as your skills are more than adequate to do this.
Go in strength,
Yours & etc.
M.
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