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Twiggy at 18:17, 13 February 2026

2026-02-13T18:17:02Z

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	Despite one of their common monikers, ''Archipelago the Rising Leviathan'', also known as ''Vast Moving Island of the Summer Seas'', is a herald of [[Rhianos]] who has apparently visited the Empire before - but not for several generations. They have recently made contact with Imperial summer mages explaining that due to an illness they have not been able to embody their usual adventurous spirit, and that they fear for what this means for the future. They have found no cure for what ails them anywhere in the Summer realm, and so since the illness doesn't seem to be passing naturally, and given it may have originated in the mortal realm, they intend to travel to Anvil to visit some of the Empire’s best healers on the off-chance they can offer some relief.		Despite one of their common monikers, ''Archipelago the Rising Leviathan'', also known as ''Vast Moving Island of the Summer Seas'', is a herald of [[Rhianos]] who has apparently visited the Empire before - but not for several generations. They have recently made contact with Imperial summer mages explaining that due to an illness they have not been able to embody their usual adventurous spirit, and that they fear for what this means for the future. They have found no cure for what ails them anywhere in the Summer realm, and so since the illness doesn't seem to be passing naturally, and given it may have originated in the mortal realm, they intend to travel to Anvil to visit some of the Empire’s best healers on the off-chance they can offer some relief.

	Digging into records by various covens has uncovered that Archipelago is apparently usually described either as a network of chalky islands upon which creatures of the Summer ~~Realm~~ are understood to live, or as a monstrous white whale whose wake causes tidal waves. There is a strong suggestion it might be one of the titanic sea-creatures that lend their power to the [[Unbreakable Behemoth's Strength]] [[enchantment]]. It has been known to visit Imperial oceans in generations gone by to challenge sailors to a wild hunt with itself as prey, and offering rewards of bountiful treasure to those who can best it. The last recorded instance of such a challenge led to the death of infamous, flamboyant [[corsair]] '''Flavio i Flav i Riqueza'''.		Digging into records by various covens has uncovered that Archipelago is apparently usually described either as a network of chalky islands upon which creatures of the Summer realm are understood to live, or as a monstrous white whale whose wake causes tidal waves. There is a strong suggestion it might be one of the titanic sea-creatures that lend their power to the [[Unbreakable Behemoth's Strength]] [[enchantment]]. It has been known to visit Imperial oceans in generations gone by to challenge sailors to a wild hunt with itself as prey, and offering rewards of bountiful treasure to those who can best it. The last recorded instance of such a challenge led to the death of infamous, flamboyant [[corsair]] '''Flavio i Flav i Riqueza'''.

	The massive herald intends to visit [[Anvil]] - something that causes a little consternation in some quarters for obvious reasons - and is interested in meeting any healers who may be able to help. It's a little vague about space-and-time but is expected to arrive at 17:00 on the Saturday of the Winter solstice and will be seeking directions to the Hub.		The massive herald intends to visit [[Anvil]] - something that causes a little consternation in some quarters for obvious reasons - and is interested in meeting any healers who may be able to help. It's a little vague about space-and-time but is expected to arrive at 17:00 on the Saturday of the Winter solstice and will be seeking directions to the Hub.

Hailmur: /* Arias and Forgotten Songs */

2024-06-05T14:12:34Z

Arias and Forgotten Songs

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	This season the scholars who support the [[Lepidean Librarian]] - the Heirs of Lepidus - have largely been able to pursue personal research projects. One of their number, a Highborn poet named ''Endric of Lepidus'' has made an interesting discover. Always fascinated with the life of [[Elayne Silverlark]], they found a trio of songs misfiled in an old box that they believe may have been penned by the exemplar herself. The problem is that while in each case the ''lyrics'' are recorded there is no indication as to the ''tune''.		This season the scholars who support the [[Lepidean Librarian]] - the Heirs of Lepidus - have largely been able to pursue personal research projects. One of their number, a Highborn poet named ''Endric of Lepidus'' has made an interesting discover. Always fascinated with the life of [[Elayne Silverlark]], they found a trio of songs misfiled in an old box that they believe may have been penned by the exemplar herself. The problem is that while in each case the ''lyrics'' are recorded there is no indication as to the ''tune''.

	Endric believes, as they believe Silverlark did, that songs are meant to be sung. They are keen to hear from artists who are prepared to take on the challenge of working out arrangements for these three sets of lyrics. As near as the Heir of Lepidus can tell, the songs are adaptations of Dawnish, Wintermark, and Highborn originals - but they cannot track those original songs down despite all their efforts. Given all this, Endric has made copies of the three songs and asks that any songsmith, bard, troubadour, stzena, or skop interested in helping to make the songs live again speak to the [[Three Refrains]] at Anvil. They've also provided a few copies of the lyrics to the civil service at the Hub, and asked them to pass the pages on to anyone who expresses and interest.		Endric believes, as they believe Silverlark did, that songs are meant to be sung. They are keen to hear from artists who are prepared to take on the challenge of working out arrangements for these three sets of lyrics. As near as the Heir of Lepidus can tell, the songs are adaptations of Dawnish, Wintermark, and Highborn originals - but they cannot track those original songs down despite all their efforts. Given all this, Endric has made copies of the three songs and asks that any songsmith, bard, troubadour, stzena, or skop interested in helping to make the songs live again speak to the [[The Three Refrains\|Three Refrains]] at Anvil. They've also provided a few copies of the lyrics to the civil service at the Hub, and asked them to pass the pages on to anyone who expresses and interest.

	Endric plans to visit Anvil in six months time, during the Summer Solstice, and hopes to meet with musicians at that time to hear their arrangements. Under normal circumstances, Endric would want to make copies of the arrangements and display them at Silverlark's inspirational tomb - but of course the exemplar of Loyalty famously does not ''have'' one. Instead they intend to record the most effective and inspirational tunes and publish them for the benefit of musicians - and pilgrims of Loyalty - across the Empire.		Endric plans to visit Anvil in six months time, during the Summer Solstice, and hopes to meet with musicians at that time to hear their arrangements. Under normal circumstances, Endric would want to make copies of the arrangements and display them at Silverlark's inspirational tomb - but of course the exemplar of Loyalty famously does not ''have'' one. Instead they intend to record the most effective and inspirational tunes and publish them for the benefit of musicians - and pilgrims of Loyalty - across the Empire.

Novemberalice at 07:31, 23 April 2024

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	“Drinks are on me tonight, but I’ve to bed. Anvil awaits.”</ic>		“Drinks are on me tonight, but I’ve to bed. Anvil awaits.”</ic>
	<div style="float:left; width: 600px; clear: left;">{{CaptionedImage\|file=Coming to anvil.jpg\|caption=I remember you! Feels like only yesterday...\|align=right\|width=600}}</div>		<div style="float:left; width: 600px; clear: left;">{{CaptionedImage\|file=Coming to anvil.jpg\|caption=I remember you! Feels like only yesterday...\|align=right\|width=600}}</div>{{audio\|link= https://youtu.be/-1XuGrPYngU?si=ItWdGg3cSWQsxfb7}}
	==Overview==		==Overview==
	The Winter Solstice is nearly upon us. By road and trod, ox-cart and shank's pony, the great and the good (if you squint) make their way to [[Anvil]] for the summit that will shape the Empire for at least the next three months. As well as the usual visitors, and those coming for the first time to stake their claim to Imperial destiny, we have all the ''other'' people who make this trip, with their own agendas or something just with drugs to sell. Some of them are familiar, others quite new.		The Winter Solstice is nearly upon us. By road and trod, ox-cart and shank's pony, the great and the good (if you squint) make their way to [[Anvil]] for the summit that will shape the Empire for at least the next three months. As well as the usual visitors, and those coming for the first time to stake their claim to Imperial destiny, we have all the ''other'' people who make this trip, with their own agendas or something just with drugs to sell. Some of them are familiar, others quite new.

Dre at 15:07, 22 April 2024

2024-04-22T15:07:33Z

Emmanovi: /* And Finally... From Branoc With Love */ sp

2024-04-21T17:37:19Z

And Finally... From Branoc With Love: sp

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	In the hills of [[Karsk#Branoc\|Branoc]] sleeps a sovereign. It's resting place is well known, but well protected. It never stirs from the tunnels and chambers beneath the [[Karsk#Broken_Barrow\|ancient barrow]]. Indeed, it's body slumbers in the sleep of death but it is said its mind wanders where it will. It has minions, mortal and otherwise, and they are sometimes encountered in the hills of [[Karsk]].		In the hills of [[Karsk#Branoc\|Branoc]] sleeps a sovereign. It's resting place is well known, but well protected. It never stirs from the tunnels and chambers beneath the [[Karsk#Broken_Barrow\|ancient barrow]]. Indeed, it's body slumbers in the sleep of death but it is said its mind wanders where it will. It has minions, mortal and otherwise, and they are sometimes encountered in the hills of [[Karsk]].

	The [[Charnel Lord]] has let it be known that it welcomes the [[A Crown in Winter\|ascension]] of a child of [[Varushka]] to the [[the Throne\|Imperial Throne]]. Last time the Empire was ruled by Varushka, ~~it's~~ borders expanded like never before and the nation itself became stronger. In recognition of this historic event, the ''Boyar of Branoc'' intends to send a gift for '''Empress Vesna Borkovna Prochnost'''. A small token of esteem to be delivered during the Winter Solstice.		The [[Charnel Lord]] has let it be known that it welcomes the [[A Crown in Winter\|ascension]] of a child of [[Varushka]] to the [[the Throne\|Imperial Throne]]. Last time the Empire was ruled by Varushka, its borders expanded like never before and the nation itself became stronger. In recognition of this historic event, the ''Boyar of Branoc'' intends to send a gift for '''Empress Vesna Borkovna Prochnost'''. A small token of esteem to be delivered during the Winter Solstice.

	Unfortunately what the gift is, how it is to be delivered, and when it is expected to turn up, all seem to be details the sovereign's agents have utterly neglected to provide.		Unfortunately what the gift is, how it is to be delivered, and when it is expected to turn up, all seem to be details the sovereign's agents have utterly neglected to provide.

Responsible1: /* And Finally... From Branoc With Love */

2024-04-21T17:27:53Z

And Finally... From Branoc With Love

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	==And Finally... From Branoc With Love==		==And Finally... From Branoc With Love==
	<div style="float:right; width: 450px; clear: left;">{{CaptionedImage\|file=Charnel Lord.jpg\|align=left\|caption=The Charnel Lord is dual-aspected; a lord of battlefields and a lord of dark magic.\|width=450}}</div>		<div style="float:right; width: 450px; clear: left;">{{CaptionedImage\|file=Charnel Lord.jpg\|align=left\|caption=The Charnel Lord is dual-aspected; a lord of battlefields and a lord of dark magic.\|width=450}}</div>
	* '''The Charnel Lord welcomes a ~~Vaurshkan~~ Throne'''		* '''The Charnel Lord welcomes a Varushkan Throne'''
	* '''They intend to send a small gift to Anvil to be delivered during the Solstice but there are no details of how or when that gift is to be delivered beyond "during the Winter Solstice"'''		* '''They intend to send a small gift to Anvil to be delivered during the Solstice but there are no details of how or when that gift is to be delivered beyond "during the Winter Solstice"'''
	In the hills of [[Karsk#Branoc\|Branoc]] sleeps a sovereign. It's resting place is well known, but well protected. It never stirs from the tunnels and chambers beneath the [[Karsk#Broken_Barrow\|ancient barrow]]. Indeed, it's body slumbers in the sleep of death but it is said its mind wanders where it will. It has minions, mortal and otherwise, and they are sometimes encountered in the hills of [[Karsk]].		In the hills of [[Karsk#Branoc\|Branoc]] sleeps a sovereign. It's resting place is well known, but well protected. It never stirs from the tunnels and chambers beneath the [[Karsk#Broken_Barrow\|ancient barrow]]. Indeed, it's body slumbers in the sleep of death but it is said its mind wanders where it will. It has minions, mortal and otherwise, and they are sometimes encountered in the hills of [[Karsk]].

Responsible1: /* Archipelago Aches */

2024-04-21T17:27:30Z

Archipelago Aches

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	* '''A titanic herald of Rhianos suffering some form of sickness plans to travel to Anvil to seek the aid of mortal healers'''		* '''A titanic herald of Rhianos suffering some form of sickness plans to travel to Anvil to seek the aid of mortal healers'''
	* '''They will arrive at 17:00 on the Saturday of the Winter Solstice, and head to the Hub'''		* '''They will arrive at 17:00 on the Saturday of the Winter Solstice, and head to the Hub'''
	Despite one of their common ~~monnikers~~, ''Archipelago the Rising Leviathan'', also known as ''Vast Moving Island of the Summer Seas'', is a herald of [[Rhianos]] who has apparently visited the Empire before - but not for several generations. They have recently made contact with Imperial summer mages explaining that due to an illness they have not been able to embody their usual adventurous spirit, and that they fear for what this means for the future. They have found no cure for what ails them anywhere in the Summer realm, and so since the illness doesn't seem to be passing naturally, and given it may have originated in the mortal realm, they intend to travel to Anvil to visit some of the Empire’s best healers on the off-chance they can offer some relief.		Despite one of their common monikers, ''Archipelago the Rising Leviathan'', also known as ''Vast Moving Island of the Summer Seas'', is a herald of [[Rhianos]] who has apparently visited the Empire before - but not for several generations. They have recently made contact with Imperial summer mages explaining that due to an illness they have not been able to embody their usual adventurous spirit, and that they fear for what this means for the future. They have found no cure for what ails them anywhere in the Summer realm, and so since the illness doesn't seem to be passing naturally, and given it may have originated in the mortal realm, they intend to travel to Anvil to visit some of the Empire’s best healers on the off-chance they can offer some relief.

	Digging into records by various coverns has uncovered that Archipelago is apparently usually described either as a network of chalky islands upon which creatures of the Summer Realm are understood to live, or as a monstrous white whale whose wake causes tidal waves. There is a strong suggestion it might be one of the titanic sea-creatures that lend their power to the [[Unbreakable Behemoth's Strength]] [[enchantment]]. It has been known to visit Imperial oceans in generations gone by to challenge sailors to a wild hunt with itself as prey, and offering rewards of bountiful treasure to those who can best it. The last recorded instance of such a challenge led to the death of infamous, flamboyant [[corsair]] '''Flavio i Flav i Riqueza'''.		Digging into records by various coverns has uncovered that Archipelago is apparently usually described either as a network of chalky islands upon which creatures of the Summer Realm are understood to live, or as a monstrous white whale whose wake causes tidal waves. There is a strong suggestion it might be one of the titanic sea-creatures that lend their power to the [[Unbreakable Behemoth's Strength]] [[enchantment]]. It has been known to visit Imperial oceans in generations gone by to challenge sailors to a wild hunt with itself as prey, and offering rewards of bountiful treasure to those who can best it. The last recorded instance of such a challenge led to the death of infamous, flamboyant [[corsair]] '''Flavio i Flav i Riqueza'''.

Responsible1: /* Apothecaries of Axos */

2024-04-21T17:24:26Z

Apothecaries of Axos

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	A regular sight on the road to Anvil, '''Evander Slak of Kaban''' (the Axou, not the infamous former sorcerer) and his associates are ''of course'' travelling to the Empire for the summit with their usual array of exotic concoctions for uses both practical and recreational (drugs, they're selling drugs) Evander does apologise that some issues with production mean that there will be no Red Lotus available to purchase this season, but that all orders made last summit have been fulfilled. He also announces, with apologies to regular customers, that currently he forsees this as the final visit he will make to the Empire to sell his wares.		A regular sight on the road to Anvil, '''Evander Slak of Kaban''' (the Axou, not the infamous former sorcerer) and his associates are ''of course'' travelling to the Empire for the summit with their usual array of exotic concoctions for uses both practical and recreational (drugs, they're selling drugs) Evander does apologise that some issues with production mean that there will be no Red Lotus available to purchase this season, but that all orders made last summit have been fulfilled. He also announces, with apologies to regular customers, that currently he forsees this as the final visit he will make to the Empire to sell his wares.

	There is a notable additional person accompanying the ~~phamraceopical~~ contingent this season. The [[cambion]] draped in finery introduces themselves as '''Ilarch Kyther Deianeira of Kaban''' and they are keen to emphasise to ~~passersby~~ that they have nothing to do with Evander's business dealings, and are simply travelling alongside the traders on their way to the [[A Crown in Winter\|Empress' coronation]]. Do they have anything of their own to sell? Such questions earn only a wry smile and a request to meet them in Anvil.		There is a notable additional person accompanying the pharmacopeial contingent this season. The [[cambion]] draped in finery introduces themselves as '''Ilarch Kyther Deianeira of Kaban''' and they are keen to emphasise to passers-by that they have nothing to do with Evander's business dealings, and are simply travelling alongside the traders on their way to the [[A Crown in Winter\|Empress' coronation]]. Do they have anything of their own to sell? Such questions earn only a wry smile and a request to meet them in Anvil.

	The trader group expect to arrive at around 13:30 on the Saturday of the Winter Solstice, and will set up shop in their usual spot outside the Forge. Ilarch Delaneira presumably intends to attend the coronation, but beyond that their itinerary is not public knowledge.		The trader group expect to arrive at around 13:30 on the Saturday of the Winter Solstice, and will set up shop in their usual spot outside the Forge. Ilarch Delaneira presumably intends to attend the coronation, but beyond that their itinerary is not public knowledge.

	==Academic With Interests==		==Academic With Interests==
	* '''The Axou academin Theodosia of Ipotavo intends to return to Anvil for the Winter Solstice'''		* '''The Axou academin Theodosia of Ipotavo intends to return to Anvil for the Winter Solstice'''

Responsible1: /* Overview */

2024-04-21T17:23:58Z

Overview

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	The Winter Solstice is nearly upon us. By road and trod, ox-cart and shank's pony, the great and the good (if you squint) make their way to [[Anvil]] for the summit that will shape the Empire for at least the next three months. As well as the usual visitors, and those coming for the first time to stake their claim to Imperial destiny, we have all the ''other'' people who make this trip, with their own agendas or something just with drugs to sell. Some of them are familiar, others quite new.		The Winter Solstice is nearly upon us. By road and trod, ox-cart and shank's pony, the great and the good (if you squint) make their way to [[Anvil]] for the summit that will shape the Empire for at least the next three months. As well as the usual visitors, and those coming for the first time to stake their claim to Imperial destiny, we have all the ''other'' people who make this trip, with their own agendas or something just with drugs to sell. Some of them are familiar, others quite new.

	This season there are the now-familiar traders Axos making what might be their final trip; an Axou theologian on a mission of learning; songs seeking songsmiths; a Varushkan merchant back from their holidays with a report from the Commonwealth; a student of astronomancy with worries for everyone; a stargazer with more than enough portents of doom and sorrow to go round; ''Archipelago the Rising Leviathan'' whatever ''that'' is; Thule businesswarlocks looking for investors; and a gift for the coronation although who is carrying it is not clear and may be a cause for some alarm in some quarters.		This season there are the now-familiar traders from Axos making what might be their final trip; an Axou theologian on a mission of learning; songs seeking songsmiths; a Varushkan merchant back from their holidays with a report from the Commonwealth; a student of astronomancy with worries for everyone; a stargazer with more than enough portents of doom and sorrow to go round; ''Archipelago the Rising Leviathan'' whatever ''that'' is; Thule businesswarlocks looking for investors; and a gift for the coronation although who is carrying it is not clear and may be a cause for some alarm in some quarters.

	==Apothecaries of Axos==		==Apothecaries of Axos==

Rafferty at 16:54, 21 April 2024

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 “And another thing - why do people keep asking me about ''necromantia''? Do they believe every Axou is born knowing the secrets of such things? Do they think we learn the secrets of bone and sinew on our wetnurses’s knee?” She took another swig of the tankard in front of her, dark lipstick slightly smearing. “I mean I want to help these people!” She pulled out a letter from within her robes. “Look at this poor man. ‘I’m interested in using True Bone Dust to help beat back a… a winter vallorn, is it, my goodness, is there anything you people… do you know anything about the potions of your people…’ I don’t! I just don’t!” She slammed her hand down on the table, slightly too hard: her drink dropped to the floor, with a crash that broke the hubbub of the inn, the crowd cheering in the universal cadence of the barfly who has seen another come to the drunkard’s misfortune.
-Embarrassed, she lent down to pick up her now-empty tankard. Rising, she continued, slightly quelled. “I’m not angry. But I’m a theologian. I can tell these people what the root of their problems is, of course - but that’s the one thing  they don’t want to hear, of course. Oh, no, the Empire is beset by misfortune on all sides, but suggest that in any way that it’s because of some fundamentally wrongness in the world, some malignancy of the hands that shaped it: and I’m the heretic.” She opened her mouth again, and seemed to think better of it. “No, no, I ought not to... Poor ambassador - if I get in trouble again he will worry.” One of her hands reached down, touching the shield. “He’s a kind soul… doesn’t deserve a headache like me! Ha!” She grinned, mischievously. “Well, he has me anyway, whether he likes it or not.” She rose. “Goodnight, all. A pleasure as always.” She threw some crowns down onto the table. “Drinks are on me tonight, but I’ve to bed. Anvil awaits.”</ic>
+Embarrassed, she lent down to pick up her now-empty tankard. Rising, she continued, slightly quelled. “I’m not angry. But I’m a theologian. I can tell these people what the root of their problems is, of course - but that’s the one thing  they don’t want to hear, of course. Oh, no, the Empire is beset by misfortune on all sides, but suggest that in any way that it’s because of some fundamentally wrongness in the world, some malignancy of the hands that shaped it: and I’m the heretic.” She opened her mouth again, and seemed to think better of it. “No, no, I ought not to... Poor ambassador - if I get in trouble again he will worry.”
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 ==Overview==