There has been a ripple in the waves signifying a change within Eyr’s waters. Xae’raan Thiaroe , an eel mer whose helmeted countenance has become a familiar sight within the waters has risen to the rank of Talisae within Kuvari’s Deep. Wanton Aime and Blanche Greyling of Stormstead reached out to meet with the Talisae to negotiate passage terms for the the village’s ship, ‘Swallowed Pride.”
The ‘Swallowed Pride’
A verbal agreement has been reached between factions and safety guaranteed for the “Swallowed Pride” that should prove beneficial to both factions. The Deepers shall be entitled to first selection of up to 10% of goods arriving in Stormstead and trade goods routed for Shalan’ti. Passenger fare will be adjusted to include 10% passage fee for those arriving or departing via the ship.
Pleasing news came as an invitation was extended
Alithia, Spear Bearer of Kuvari’s Deep
by the Talisae herself.
An honor ceremony is to be held on Thursday (Starting Thursday, March 30 @ 5PM SLT) to honor Alithia.
The siren Alithia is a well known and loved figure to many here in Eyr. This event will be open to any and all who wish to attend. Talisae Xae’raan reported that breathing potions would be made available and those feeling comfortable enough might even try their hand at the jousting event following the ceremony.
Stormstead citizens are wary. Experience has taught us this. We have seen much treachery and unbalance. But these first attempts at negotiation and meeting have left the council feeling cautiously optimistic about future relations. Time will tell.
Submitted OOcly by Blanche Fralto
Editorial Comment submitted by Blanche Greyling
The scent of death lies heavy in the air near one of the upper pools and an unmarked cave on Mt. Azifix. Nearby plantlife is shredded and flattened from the ferocity of the battle. Six dead wolves litter the ground around the pools and a nearby cave. Six brutally killed and left to rot on the jungle floor. No hides recovered, no bodies buried. They were left for the jungle to cleanup.
The carnage of this site shocks me still. The sheer waste of the lives themselves and the bodies after. Hides left untaken and bodies left to rot. I have seen the damage that wolves can do and I admit that my loyalties are torn. I had scented the signs around Tilikambo. The animals were desperate, anxiety ridden, and lashing out. I don’t understand the underlying reason. There was no full moon. I just know that what I scented felt unnatural. I don’t feel the wolves were truly at fault here.
I am worried for those wolves and wolfkin remaining. Will we fall subject to whatever overcame these wolves? Will we become targeted next either by whatever affected the wolves or the people that killed them?
Are we entering a new phase of understanding with the Asing? Who can tell. But I do know this is a side of the natives I’ve not seen before. And I admit it does give me pause – I remember the care Stormstead took to harvest trees from the jungle to honor the Asing god and maintain balance. And now we see where animals have been slaughtered and their bodies left to litter the jungle floor.
Hand Crafted Goods & Trades
Submitted OOCly by Blanche Fralto
I can only express outrage, shock, and disbelief upon reading Myan Ornith’s letter to the village. The Asings are our allies – or so I believed. The harsh demands of the Myan’s letter coupled with false accusations and miscommunication left me speechless. Angry. Enraged. And I was not alone in this. This decry – this harshly worded demand letter was issued from Stormstead’s only formal Ally – The Moei Asings. For allies to speak in such disregard is a warning. I fear that relations are breaking down. I urge Stormstead citizens to use caution. Tread carefully..
Justicar Gideon, Mahan and myself met with Myan Ornith in the heights of Tilikambo. The air was fraught with tension. Voices were raised and language was heated. Gideon has always been plain spoken but his rage was such that diplomacy fled out the window. And yes, names were flung – of which I cannot print. But all of the volatile emotion was from the Stormstead side. The Myan remained seemingly calm through all of it. Even seeming confused over the reaction.
The meeting did bring up valid points. I will grudgingly admit that without a Governor we are at a loss. We as villagers are disparate. Communication between the Asings and Stormstead has faltered. But communication and cooperation is essential if we are to maintain this peace. We need to maintain and pull together.
Stormstead Ship Sabotage
But we must use extra caution. Communication is difficult when I feel that the Asing leader herself is erratic in her decisions. The voice in her letter was not a side I am familiar with. But Ornith is an instrument of Ame. Are we negotiating with Ornith or the Myan? A woman who is conflicted or a god that moving through her subject? Ornith agreed to help obtain the ship’s masts. Was it the Myan who sabotaged the ship? In either event we must proceed with caution in future dealings.
The meeting ended on a more civil note. Tentative understanding restored. Miscommunication cleared. Time to take a clearing deep breath. The Myan expressed further concerns for the village over our situation lack of tribute for resources taken. Nonetheless she indicated payment had been offered and we were free to begin collecting the timber for our mastheads. My thought is to get this done quickly and quietly.
I am calling for volunteers to meet at the Craft Dock at six hours past noon on Thursday (09/08/2016) to help cut down three trees for mastheads and gather sap/pitch for resin.
And in the meantime this Stormstead citizen would recommend that we a begin to search ourselves for one willing to step forward to fill the rank of quartermaster to assist Wanton Aime and Gideon in their duties. We need to maintain a solid front with our allies while the search for a Governor continues.
Rumour Mill / Hand Crafted Goods and Trades
Submitted ICly by Blanche Greyling (Blanche Fralto)