Man, when my folks find out about this, I’m gonna be toast. Like, cut out of wills and everything. Hopefully I can keep this a secret for long enough to get in as a mature aged student and they’ll never find out. That sounds like it’ll probably work. Thank the nine I found this sweet hideout!
… But what could the Blood of Vol and the Emerald Claw possibly have in common? I mean, obviously there’s the old folktale about Erandis origins, but neither the church nor the Emerald Claw believe it, surely… I just can’t think what else those two groups could have in common… Yes, Mazazahal, they both have members with teeth – I don’t think that’s useful right now… Ok, it would be useful if they needed to chew, but… why do I even engage…
Where the bloody hell are they? It’s been days and none have yet checked in… I thought the Traveler’s Curse only took hold in Xen’drik… Well at least the beacon still seems responsive; If I don’t hear by nightfall I’ll set out myself to find them.
I don’t see any other way; We can’t keep more than two classrooms active at once. We can rearrange the curriculum to focus on theory for the short term, but even then we can’t sustain this many students for long, and we’ve already sent half of them away.
Not sure what we are meant to do… the poison vial is there, the tea pot is there… She’s confessed; what are we expected to find?
Long Shadows approaches; We will be ready with time to spare. Any day now Construct will mobilize and our destiny will be upon us. 999 YK? Hah! A new epoch will commence shortly and then none will have the might to stand in our way. They will bow before their new masters; Our age has come.
The wheels of justice turn slowly. How is it that I haven’t been hanged for what I did? I heard talk of a Justicar of house Deneith being brought in; I can’t imagine what for… I turned myself in! Now I sit all day with nothing but my guilt to entertain me; That woman in the next cell over talks less than the guards. Wonder what she’s in for…
That fool, Drazil, might as well be pouring his family fortune directly into our coffers. We will surely be elected as the primary port for our family’s fleets before we know it. Drink up, simpletons. Drink well and don’t mind the prices.
Where… where am I? Is it day or night? This place looks familiar, but unfamiliar at the same time. Where are my captors? These bars look sturdy, but unobserved I might be able to … is that… a creation forge? Devourer’s breath: What is going on here?
Interesting. Someone has taken up residence in Foxglove Manor? Then Sulwen must trust these folks deeply, or they are mere intruders. Yes, keep the sensor in place and learn what you can. We may need to pay these individuals a visit and see for ourselves what they’re about.