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Adelyn Belle'rose (Painting)

2026-04-11T02:57:00Z

Uagony: Created page with "This appears to be a detailed oil painting set within a gold frame; the frame itself appears to be constructed from solid gold, with small rubies cut in the shape of little roses and inlaid into the frame. It is a lavish oil painting of a beautiful woman with ashen pale skin. She wears a maroon coloured embroidered tunic and matching leather pants. She is seated with her legs crossed in a oak wood chair, with velvet cushions lining the seat back. The woman's hands clutc..."

This appears to be a detailed oil painting set within a gold frame; the frame itself appears to be constructed from solid gold, with small rubies cut in the shape of little roses and inlaid into the frame.

It is a lavish oil painting of a beautiful woman with ashen pale skin. She wears a maroon coloured embroidered tunic and matching leather pants. She is seated with her legs crossed in a oak wood chair, with velvet cushions lining the seat back. The woman's hands clutch an open book, but her bright green eyes gaze up as if she was peering out an open door, her eyes have an eerie red tint as if they were transcending from green to red.

Behind the woman are several book shelves that line the wall wooden cabin's wall, filled with all sorts of books; the titles are blurry, and no details can be obtained from them. Above the shelves on the wall, a banner hangs. The banner appears to be a Silver chalice entwined with a rose and stem on a red field upon a shield. At the bottom of the shield, there is a ribbon that wraps around and displays the name Belle'rose.

To her right, sits oak wood desk, sitting upon it is a stack of parchment, two bottles of dark liquid, both stoppered with corks. Near them are four fancy feathered pens, the colour of a raven. At the far end of the desk, there sits a small portrait of a Half Elven woman wearing a red and black leather tunic and matching pants, her skin pale, she has sharp features and appears to be of Kara-tar descent.

At the bottom and in the center is dark wooden plaque, the wood appears slightly crimson in colour as if it was stained with something, there is a name on it which reads "The Tiefling Merchant".

Also at the bottom and on the right corner it has been signed and dated "11th day of the 1st Month of the 1389DR- Jhi Kir-Khala Belle'rose"

If inspected, the back of the painting reveals a simple hand written inscription:

"To my Mother. Know I love you more in death then life" -Jhi
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Lady of Winter by Caledreth De'aere

2026-02-01T06:54:26Z

Uagony: Created page with "She wears winter like a coat A mantle of white worn in warding Her withering gaze drawing whispers But never challenged, Never disobeyed. Her spider-web inclusions spread over obsidian skin Like blackened glass in a humid room Cool, clean, untouchable Every smile, a threat A thin line in the snow. People see a frozen lake as just that: A hollow thing wrought from ice alone They do not hear the patience beneath permafrost Watching, waiting, wondering when T..."

She wears winter like a coat

A mantle of white worn in warding

Her withering gaze drawing whispers

But never challenged,

Never disobeyed.

Her spider-web inclusions spread over obsidian skin

Like blackened glass in a humid room

Cool, clean, untouchable

Every smile, a threat

A thin line in the snow.

People see a frozen lake as just that:

A hollow thing wrought from ice alone

They do not hear the patience beneath permafrost

Watching, waiting, wondering when

The time for spring has come

But before a quiet hearth -

- Behind a shuttered door

When authority and responsibility are cast away

Like an overcoat after the rain

She thaws

Her cheeks turn rosy, frost-kissed lashes blinking slow

Eager to enjoy the warmth of another

A warmth so seldom shared

A tenderness falling softly

Like snow in the night.

Hers is the warmth of one kindred to coldness

Who knows how easily it may be stolen

Every touch, deliberate

Every word, a promise

Each and all, a choice

A decision to trust when trust is anathema

To willingly thaw despite the cold

Not an absence of warmth,

But a frozen feeling, waiting

For a name softly spoken

For a fire safely burning

Waiting for the right chance, the right time

To melt

Day 9, Month 7 (Flamerule (Summertide)), 188 AR

Caledreth De'aere
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OFFICIAL ANNOUNCEMENT BANISHMENT OF THE SHARPS by Eduard Helbrecht

2026-02-01T04:05:49Z

Uagony: Created page with "People of Sibayad, On this day, an armed party of the Sharps struck in a cowardly manner, entering our lands under threat and false claim, committing violence upon Sibayadi soil against Sibayadi people. They attempted to justify their aggression with lies: that we sought to start a war; that we sought to cause division between Devil's Table and the Sharps; and that a private conversation regarding the Saltspar ferry bid was an "act of war." This is false. We placed no..."

People of Sibayad,

On this day, an armed party of the Sharps struck in a cowardly manner, entering our lands under threat and false claim, committing violence upon Sibayadi soil against Sibayadi people.

They attempted to justify their aggression with lies: that we sought to start a war; that we sought to cause division between Devil's Table and the Sharps; and that a private conversation regarding the Saltspar ferry bid was an "act of war."

This is false. We placed no bid, and we stated we would not bid. They wanted us to bow to them. We will not.

STATE OF WAR

Sibayad is hereby in a state of war with the Sharps.

Effective immediately:

THE SHARPS ARE UNWELCOME.

All members and affiliates of the Sharps are hereby banished from Sibayad. Any such person found within our bounds is to be treated as hostile and removed at once. Any individual acting suspiciously, or known to affiliate with the Sharps, may likewise be removed.

TRAVEL ORDER.

For their own safety, no citizen of Sibayad is to travel to Andunor, aside from Gnolls, Minotaurs and Kenku.

In the time to come, no member of the Sharps may partake in any Sibayadi events. This includes our upcoming tournament.

We are looking for mercenaries to assist us in defending our home. Speak with us about a contract and pay for your services.

In the coming days, Exiles and Pariah Notices will be submitted to the main culprits. These warmongers have no place here. Other Andunorians may prove to us they come in peace and we will gladly open the gates to you.

Vizier.

<nowiki>*</nowiki>A gold wax seal features a rising sun over a desert town, crowned above and flanked by scattered coins and treasure chests.*

Day 22, Month 8 (Elasias (Highsun)), 188 AR

Eduard Helbrecht
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The Oasis - Edition 8 - Mirtul 1388

2026-01-11T02:32:56Z

Uagony: Created page with " THE OASIS Mirtul, 1388 DR - Edition 8 Sibayad News - Sibayad HEADLINE: New People, New Faces Not surprising to our little slice of the desert, new traders and merchants come from all over the seas to partake in our markets and services. While we so enjoy our visitors, those who decide to remain here and make names for themselves are even more of a delight under the sun. Abeni, a relatively new name, h..."

THE OASIS

Mirtul, 1388 DR - Edition 8

Sibayad News - Sibayad

HEADLINE: New People, New Faces

Not surprising to our little slice of the desert, new traders and merchants come from all over the seas to partake in our markets and services. While we so enjoy our visitors, those who decide to remain here and make names for themselves are even more of a delight under the sun.

Abeni, a relatively new name, has struck a cord it seems with the Vizier and stepped up to take the place of Steward after Thendry's sudden departure. Already having been performing the work to cover for the former Steward, Abeni is a welcome sight and lets hope a boon to the town!

Others have come with, names like Angelina, Ullurk, Malviroth, Baz, and many more. Some have taken up the mantle to be our merchant guards, the Arbiters. Others are spreading their influence and stepping in where they can. Never think we can not see you. A welcome to all!

Travel Advisory! The North Calls for Blood

While there is often little desire to take focus away from our merchanting sands, it would not do if we did not inform of the terrors of the northern isles. It seems the Fortress City has taken issues with Andunor, more specifically the Sharps District, and conflict has spilled forth. Raids are ongoing both ways, The Black Maul of the Sharps declaring the price of blood for the acts of Guldorand's Garrison in their city.

Its advised to avoid these cities during this conflict, and a reminder that visitors to Sibayad should come to spend gold, not shed blood!

Birds Taking Flight?

An often overlooked aspect of our Desert Jewel is the feathered Kenku who roam the market and burst people's eardrums. One of them by the name of Bell is even part of the council as Mistress of Coin! Yet it is unknown what so many of them do, what they plan and partake in.

A keen eye may have noticed that their little flock held quite a number of rooms and homes here in Sibayad, yet in recent tendays they've packed up and moved on. In an attempt to get comment on their murder's plans, we were cut off by a display of rampant avian noises which destroyed any attempt at proper conversation.

Whatever they are up to, they are keeping their beaks shut. Or drowning out any answer, take your pick.

Culinary: Marblings of Murrl!

Sweeping the markets from Chessenta and The Reach, Murrl is being baked with gusto from chefs and bakers to meet demand! This nut-based dessert is a sweet treat packed full of nuts, berries, and sesame. Long lasting, a perfect addition to any adventurer wanting to explore the dunes with the best tastes in their pocket.

For those not from Chessenta or The Reach, or those simply uninformed, Murrl sometimes has regional names with slight differences, such as Calimshan's Mraed, Anauroch's Vauv, or Unther and Mulhorand's Tal. Get a cook book and try all the different recipes, get your desert desserts baking!

Spotlight: Gold!

Sibayad wasn't picked at random to settle down their tents, disregarding the long history of former empires. One of the key prizes for the Merchant League was the abundance of Gold buried under the sandstone cliffs across the stone ridges. Near The Drunken Dead Saloon, Sibayad's old gold mine still remains open to the public, but these days its only adventurers going in, not miners.

Korreds, earth fey, and Zuka Ants have taken over the tunnels and laid claim to the remaining gold. The Merchant League has long drained most of the mine of its gold, however some veins remain for the prospecting adventurer who dares delve against the ant and fey.

Interestingly, the mines holds the remnants of what happens when someone attempts to construct a temple. No clues remain who this church was to other than some rather fiendish looking statues.

For the adventurer and researchers, Zuka ants often fight for territory with ankhegs, and have the unusual quality to imbibe arcane energy from nearby magical wells. They use this for boons in the way of phasing and regenerative properties, and who knows what else!

Want to Run an Advertisement?

The Oasis, Sibayad's prime source for news and developments, will run an advertisement for your new party. Or even your search for new sand boots. Want to let people know about your search for a long-lost shield or sword? Put it here.

Inquiries can be posted at the River Port. Donations can be sent to "The Oasis" account with your local banker.

Day 17, Month 5 (Mirtul), 188 AR (1388 DR)

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House Advertisement Sh’yalva (Wooden Sign)

2026-01-07T05:46:59Z

Uagony:

(The House Emblem of a Male drow being crushed under a boulder)

Do you seek glory, fame and wealth?

Then find another sign.

This sign is an advertisement for House Sh’yalva, the most minor House in Andunor. We have been described as many things: insane, incompetent, an embarrassment to all drow…

We are a Lolthite House, our Matron only speaks goblin, we have a long string of failures and scandals that any long-term resident of the city might be able to tell you about (as of writing the latest has been the sinking of the city’s Dreadnought!). With all that in mind you might ask yourself: Why would I join?

That’s a good question!

For those of you still reading, what follows are a list of our recruiters who you may speak to and ask how to join — all are welcome to join via a simple and excruciatingly extended three-step process! Remember: Only Major Houses have streamlined recruitment processes!

All races are able to become retainers and all drow are capable of becoming House members.

(Note: you are only allowed one major diplomatic incident per month once you begin the recruitment process — we are not liable for you getting jailed, executed, exiled, tortured, or eaten.)

(Second Note: The Grave of Dahlra Sh’yalva is viewable in one of the Melt’s caverns)

Recruiters (use messenger goblins):

Szordrin Sh’yalva

Baven Sh’yalva

Az’alva Sh’yalva

Telanaez’a Sh’yalva

Ask about the Sh’yalva tour!
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Bare & Locks: A Haired Kobold's Draconic Love Across Planes by Ivah Shadowlcaw

2026-01-07T03:12:03Z

Uagony: Created page with "=== Opening Words === This work is dedicated to Vrinpict Fiyuntyziunrak - Lucky Voidwing. This one is sorry. All names and characters portrayed in this work are fictious. No identification with actual persons is intended. Any sharing of names of the characters or the person who this work is tributed to is -merely a coincidence-. Day 24, Month 6 (Kythorn), 182 AR Ivah Shadowclaw === Chapter 0 - Prelude. === In the land where shadows..."

=== Opening Words ===
This work is dedicated to Vrinpict Fiyuntyziunrak - Lucky Voidwing.

This one is sorry.

All names and characters portrayed in this work are fictious. No identification with actual persons is intended. Any sharing of names of the characters or the person who this work is tributed to is -merely a coincidence-.

Day 24, Month 6 (Kythorn), 182 AR

Ivah Shadowclaw

=== Chapter 0 - Prelude. ===
In the land where shadows hold their sway,

A flower dreams of love amidst all the gray.

There lie its vines, in quiet repose,

Amidst the whispers where love grows.

Can a flower grow, amidst all this gloom?

In spite of all odds, live to still bloom?

From the depths of the pitch dark abyss,

Love finds a way out to blossom in bliss.

It will not let the darkness dim its glow,

For it will always seek ways to still grow,

From the plane of shadows, its petals arise,

In twilight's embrace, where darkness lies.

Within a bustling trade down in the Underdark, the tribe Shadowfang prospers through industry and commerce. Maintaining many relations and trade arrangments, the kobolds exchanged many goods and supplies, solidifying their position.

A short kobold wanders through the halls of the kobold warrens, called upon. They pass through large gates, guarded by her kin, to meet someone.

"You have summoned me, All-Watcher?" A kobold remarks to a sagely figure.

The All-Watcher summoned Echo, a kobold of the Shadowfang. A routine task assignment, that would turn out to be much more than expected.

"As you know, the tribe maintains trade arrangments with the tribe Voidwing, of the Shadow Plane. The elder appointed to attending these exchanges is occupied. You have been picked to take over their duties."

"O-oh? I... I'll do my best, All-Watcher. Is there anything I should know... beforehand?" Echo asked, taking note of her new assignment and responsibilities entailed.

"The elders will provide you with a schedule of when the next exchanges are to take place. You need merely make sure nothing is missing."

"I understand." Echo was ready to turn and leave...

"Oh, also... You should be aware..."

"Yes?"

"They have hair."

"What?"

The All-Watcher merely nods, electing not to repeat himself.

"L-like... small strands of hair... or..."

"Massive, golden locks. Enough to whack someone or conceal things in, if one wished."

An uneasy eye contact follows. Both sides wishing for this conversation to be over.

The door to the room opens. "All-Watcher, thisssss one hassss a report." Another kobold walks in, parchment in hand.

Echo takes the opportunity to gracefully leave, to the appreciative eyes of the All-Watcher. There they are met by numerous elders.

The kobold's responsibilities are soon explained to them. The task seems clear and simple, yet what would follow... would turn out not to be...

Day 27, Month 6 (Kythorn), 182 AR

Ivah Shadowclaw

=== Chapter 1 - Lucky Voidwing, merchant across planes. ===
On another side of existence, in the shadowy confines of the shadow plane, an industrious kobold begins his day.

His name is Lucky, of the Voidwing Tribe. Neither the scaled creature or their clan are usual.

Focusing on commerce, his kin have settled in the plane of shadows, from which they base their operations.

But yet another thing sets them apart: impressive, golden, locks of hair. An unusual attribute, for a kobold to possess hair, more still, such an incredible set of it.

Lucky was preparing for the day. Passing crowds through a trading post in the Shadow Plane, he was readying himself for another routine trip.

For a while now, he has traded with a tribe of kobolds from the Material plane, the Shadowfang. Trips between the planes were uncomfortable and disorienting, though the frequency at which he made them caused him to become familiar with the sensations.

What was more of a concern with their trade partner, was their location: a trade town in Underdark. Lucky was one of the few daring enough to make those trips, proving himself a great asset to his kin, as despite the risks, their trade agreements were mutually lucrative.

Hauling his cargo for the day, wielding a curious lantern emitting a purple-ish light, he prepared to meet with his contact of Shadowfang. He did not know why he needed to carry the lantern, he merely knew it radiated the energy of the shadows and that he was ordered to always carry it during planar trips.

"Iron, silver, gold... bitterleaf... king's crown..." Lucky made inventory of today's order, making sure nothing was forgotten.

He lowered his hood, to conceal his magnificent golden locks. Hair on a kobold was unusual, to display it openly would draw attention. Unwanted attention, when one wanders such areas as the Underdark.

Magical energies swirled, an engulfing light...!

And it was finished. The kobold looked around, as expected, he emerged in an underground marketplace. The rustle of exchanged coin, contemplative hums, loud yelling and bantering, a musical symphony that had long by now been engraved into his mind, to which he'd watch goblins rummaging through a many unknowing travellers' pockets.

"Hm..." The hooded kobold hummed. His contact was not here. It was unusual, for they were always so punctual. To make him, an outside guest, wait, in here of all places, was disrespectful. And the tribe his clan engaged in commerce with was known for nothing but industrious and reliable. Did something happen? It was too early to draw conclusions, so he simply waited, anxiously watching his stock to safekeep it from petty thieves.

"Excuse me! S-sorry! Passing through!" A voice yelled, pushing through the crowd. In a crowded location, it blended with the remainder of the marketplace's symphony. However, it kept getting closer... and closer...

A short kobold runs through, looking around frantically, before rushing towards Lucky, almost stumbling on the way. "S-sorry I'm late!" It exclaims.

"Wh- Uh- What do you want?" He asked, glancing from underneath his hood, examining the arriving kobold. A stranger, they were not his contact.

The gasping kobold tries to catch their breath, as they exhale their introduction. "M-my name is Echo, of the Sh-hnghh-the Shadowfang.".

Lucky squinted. He noticed the tribe's marking on the kobold, but they were not the one he expected.

"Who is that one?" He inquired, seeking an explanation.

"I am called Echo. I'm here to substitute Elder Tzuch in exchanges. They are occupied and this is the tribe's way of testing me." The arriving kobold introduces themselves, alongside presenting parchments validating their identity.

Lucky squints, verifying Echo's papers.

For a moment he wanted to call out the kobold's being late, but standing around for so long in a less than safe environment seemed to render him too tired to argue.

"Lets go to the warrens and handle business, okay?" Echo suggested, seemingly also keen on not sticking around.

The two would waste no time departing. The safety of a kobold warren was a much more preferable setting than the marketplace, surrounded by pickpockets.

Day 24, Month 6 (Kythorn), 182 AR

Ivah Shadowclaw

=== Chapter 2 - Delays that Bond. ===
The two kobolds, Lucky of Voidwing and Echo of Shadowfang, marched through an Underdark trade town. Their tribes arranged in a tribe agreement, they were headed to the warrens of Shadowfang to handle matters of trade.

As they walk through the less crowded corridors of the city, Echo continues to take glances at Lucky. They become too frequent to not notice, though the trader attempts to ignore them out of professional politeness.

"Is it true?" A query directed to Lucky breaks the silence.

"What?"

"That your tribe... has hair?"

He looks around briefly, lowering his voice. "yes."

The kobold gingerly attempts to peek under Lucky's hood to catch a glimpse.

"Is it as long as they say?"

"As who says? How would this one know!?" He grunts, annoyed.

"How does it feel?"

"It's-"

"Does it shimmer under light?"

A groan escapes Lucky, as he hastens his step, barraged with questions by the excited figure, each interrupting the last one. The sooner they'd get to the warrens, the faster this would end, he hoped.

Walking past spear-wielding guards, he momentarily sets down his purple-light emitting lantern as he gently releases his bags on the ground.

"I'll help!" Echo exclaims.

"It's fine I can handle... or... whatever." He was already used to unpacking the trade goods on his own, ready to dismiss the kobold's notion, though the concept of having help to do it did not seem unwelcome. He was swiftly relieved of the burden, with the other kobold eagerly helping, the goods put down on the ground, sorted and categorised.

Lucky briefly examines the goods, as if to look for any immediate discrepancies with what he made inventory of.

"All should be here." He says, confident.

Echo takes out a notepad and begins verifying the goods and the amounts. Lucky waits patiently, used to the procedure.

After a while, Lucky receives a satisfied nod. "All checks out! I'll go have your share of things brought here and you can be on your way! Echo exclaims, leaving the room.

He waits patiently, at this point, he usually expects a group of kobolds to bring in various things in exchange for him to bring back, but they seem to be taking unusually long.

After a while, Echo returns, with an uneasy expression.

Echo bows apologetically. "Shadowfang's sincerest apologies. It seems the draughts that have been prepared turned out to be a bad batch. A new one is on its way, but it will take... about an hour to finish."

"Well. That's... awkward."

"I'm so sorry for the delay."

Lucky's initial annoyance melted away, as Echo's earnest expression seemed to resonate with his empathy.

"It's alright," he said, smiling softly, trying to ease the tension. "These things happen. Though... I usually don't stick around for this long. An hour to pass..."

Echo's eyes widened with excitement as an idea came to the kobold, scanning the bustling town outside the window. "Well, there's a quiet little tavern just around the corner. We could go there, grab a bite to eat, and maybe even enjoy some entertainment while we wait."

Lucky seems taken aback. "Hm? That... does not sound very appropriate or professional. This one does not th-"

Echo interrupts him. "I'm here to accomodate you on behalf of Shadowfang during our tribes' exchanges. This delay is our fault, it falls on me to compensate you and make the wait endurable." The kobold insisted.

Thinking about it, Lucky's curiosity piqued at the idea. He hadn't explored much of the town beyond his usual trade routes. "A tavern sounds like a... unique change of pace. Lead the way, then." He stood up, picking up his purple-lighted lantern, ready to follow.

With a grin, Echo nodded, and the two kobolds set off towards the tavern, through the dimly lit corridors of the Underdark's trade city, illuminated slightly by Lucky's lantern. As they walked, Echo couldn't help but steal glances at Lucky, something about his demeanor intrigued the kobold, as well as the odd nature of his tribe, that they wished to learn about.

The tavern came into view, welcoming lights spilling out onto the cobblestone street. Laughter and music floated through the air, drawing closer with each step of the pair. Echo pushed open the heavy wooden door, the scent of ale and roasted meat escaping the building, wafting through them.

They found a cozy corner table and settled in, soaking in the atmosphere. A bard strummed a lute in the corner, filling the room with slow, melodious tunes. A server moved about, delivering frothy mugs and dishes to the few patrons present.

Though not empty, the tavern was relatively quiet and calm, as Echo claimed.

The two briefly studied the menu, placing their order with the server before turning attention to each other. "So, Lucky, tell me more about your tribe. I'm fascinated by the customs and traditions of other kobold clans."

Lucky smiled, content to share his culture with Echo. The tales of a tribe residing in the Shadow Plane intrigued her, as well as the legends about their luscious golden hair.

With their food and beverages finished, they would soon be setting back. An hour has nearly passed, perhaps the work was done.

"You have to show me. Please?" Echo pleaded, bringing back the topic of Lucky's tribe's hair.

"Not here." Lucky grumped.

"Fine, fine. Oh! We have these still!" The kobold's short attention span has diverted to small cookies on the table.

"Cookies?" He remarked, confused.

"Fortune cookies! Open and obtain the wisdom inside." The kobold remarked, gingerly splitting the snack in two.

He squinted, following her movements.

"Live your cycle to the fullest." Echo said, mechanically quoting, with a dissatisfied expression. "What about you?"

"Avoid wizards with fey familiars." He quotes. "Huh?"

"Oh, that's a good one."

"What? What does it even mean?" He asked.

"Do you not know many wizards? I do. And all the ones with fey familiars are -FREAKS-." Echo emphasizes.

"Uhhh... huh." Lucky nods along.

"It's true! All, total, dirty weirdos. You'll know what I mean when you meet one."

Lucky couldn't help but chuckle at Echo's passionate proclamation, finding her animated gestures amusing. It was refreshing to be around someone so lively, especially in contrast to the often tense and serious atmosphere of trade negotiations.

As they shared a moment of laughter, Lucky felt a sense of warmth and camaraderie settle between them. Despite their differences, he found himself enjoying Echo's company more than he had expected.

As the hour drew to a close, they reluctantly made their way back to the warrens of Shadowfang, their hearts lighter than when they had first arrived. Despite the delay in their trade negotiations, Lucky couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected detour that had led him to Echo.

A group of kobolds brought in numerous tightly packed bottles and vials, of the draughts that were being exchanged. Lucky took a moment to appraise them, finding everything in order. In moments, everything was packed on his back and ready to go.

As they parted ways at the entrance to the warrens, Lucky found himself lingering, reluctant to say goodbye. "Thank you for today, Echo," he said, his voice soft with genuine gratitude. "I... I enjoyed your company more than I can say."

Echo smiled, her eyes sparkling with warmth. "The pleasure was all mine, Lucky," the kobold replied, reaching out to squeeze his hand gently. "Until we meet again."

With a final nod, Lucky watched as Echo disappeared into the depths of the warrens, a sense of longing stirring within him. As he made his way back to his own tribe, he couldn't shake the feeling that his life had been irrevocably changed by the spirited kobold he had met that day. He knew he'd soon meet them again as part of future exchanges and he eagerly awaited such time.

Day 24, Month 6 (Kythorn), 182 AR

Ivah Shadowclaw

=== Chapter 3 - Lucky and Echo. ===
A few cycles passed since their unexpected encounter in the Underdark trade town. Lucky found himself preoccupied with thoughts of Echo, the lively and inquisitive kobold from Shadowfang. Despite the briefness of their meeting, their presence lingered in his mind, leaving him eager for their paths to cross once more.

As he expected, it wasn't long before another trade negotiation between Voidwing and Shadowfang was scheduled. Lucky awaited the meeting with a mix of anticipation and excitement, hoping for the chance to see Echo again.

The day of the exchange arrived, and Lucky made his way to the designated meeting spot in the Underdark marketplace. He carried with him the customary lantern emitting a purple glow, a symbol of his clan's presence in the Shadow Plane and a conduit bringing the plane's energies to the Material plane, allowing him to adapt easier.

Echo was already there when Lucky arrived, their eyes lighting up with recognition as he approached. A smile spread across the kobold's face, and they waved him over eagerly.

"Lucky! It's good to see you again," the kobold of Shadowfang exclaimed, their voice filled with anticipation.

Lucky returned the smile. "Pleasure as always to reconvene with your tribe." he replied, voice tinged with excitement.

They exchanged formal pleasantries as they made their way to the warrens of Shadowfang, where the trade negotiations would take place. Along the journey, they chatted about their respective tribes, sharing stories and insights into their cultures.

Once they reached the warrens, they got down to business, going over the details of the trade agreement and inspecting the goods being exchanged. Despite the seriousness of the negotiations, Lucky found himself enjoying Echo's company immensely, her lively personality bringing a sense of joy to the proceedings, unlike his previous arrangments until now.

As they worked, Lucky couldn't help but steal glances at Echo, admiring their enthusiasm and passion for the work. He found himself drawn in a way he couldn't quite explain, feeling a connection that went beyond the confines of their trade agreement.

As the negotiations drew to a close, Echo felt a sting of sadness at the thought of parting ways with Lucky once again.

"Lucky... would you want to stay with me for a while, here? We could talk..." Echo offered.

"Uh... I don't think that's appropriate for this one to..." Lucky replied, slightly hesitant, but seemingly interested.

Echo persisted. "Please, Lucky. I feel like there's so much more we could talk about. Besides, it's not every cycle we get to spend time together like this."

Lucky hesitated, torn between his responsibilities and his growing desire to spend more time with the curious kobold.

"Alright," he relented, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "But only for a little while."

Echo's face lit up with excitement, and they led Lucky to a cozy alcove within the warrens. They settled in, surrounded by the comforting warmth of candlelight and the soft murmur of their voices.

"So... C-can I see it?" Echo asked.

"See what?"

"The hair."

He groaned, lowering his hood, revealing his long, luscious, golden hair.

Echo gasped in awe as Lucky revealed his shimmering locks, the kobold's eyes now wide with wonder. They reached out tentatively, claws brushing against the soft strands of his hair.

"It's... it's beautiful," Echo breathed, their voice filled with genuine admiration.

Lucky couldn't help but feel a flush of embarrassment at the attention, but he found himself strangely pleased by their reaction. He watched them closely, studying the way their eyes sparkled with fascination, and he felt a warmth spread through him unlike anything he had ever experienced before.

"Do all your kin have hair like this?" Echo asked, curious.

"They all do." Lucky nodded, a hint of pride in his voice. "Yes, it's a trait unique to this one's tribe. These believe it's a gift from the shadows, a symbol of their connection to the Shadow Plane."

Echo listened intently, curious. "That's incredible. I've never heard of anything like it before. Do you have any legends or stories about your hair?"

Lucky chuckled softly. "Our hair is deeply ingrained in our culture and traditions, yes. We empathetically pity those of you, who are bald."

The now-titled bald kobold chuckled at the comment. "So you see us as bald. Huh." They snickered, amused.

The pair continued to talk, Lucky found himself opening up to Echo in a way he hadn't with anyone else before. He shared stories of his upbringing in the Shadow Plane, the rituals and ceremonies of his tribe, and the values they held dear.

In turn, Echo shared tales of life in the Underdark, the challenges and triumphs of their tribe, and the wonders encountered in own travels. They laughed and talked late into the cycle, their bond growing stronger with each passing moment.

As time lapsed, Lucky realized with slight regret that he would need to be parting, there were many other things he needed to tend to.

"I have to go," he said reluctantly, rising from his seat. "But thank you, Echo, for this wonderful cycle."

Echo smiled warmly, her eyes shining with emotion. "Thank you, Lucky, for sharing your stories with me. I'll treasure them always."

With a final embrace, they parted ways, each carrying with them memories of a time spent filled with laughter, companionship, and the promise of more to come.

As Lucky made his way back to his tribe, his heart felt lighter than it had in ages. A ligering tingle of the special connection he had formed.

And as he looked up at the purple glow of his lantern, a part of the Shadow Plane he always carried with himself, he couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the unexpected bond that had formed between them.

But an uneasy concern clawed away at his mind. Time and distance tests many bonds. And theirs was one that transcended the very boundaries between worlds. Could it truly last? He pondered, pensively.

Day 24, Month 6 (Kythorn), 182 AR

Ivah Shadowclaw

=== Chapter 4 - A Hairy Situation. ===
Weeks went by. Lucky and Echo had worked out a routine, wrapping up their tribes' exchanges quickly, then spending the remainder of their alloted time together. None were suspicious of the time they spent, as they were of great mutual benefit to both tribes. The excess time spent was just assumed to be an extension of their trade dealings.

Their estabilished routine would soon be shaken up, however. News showed Echo's All-Watcher would come visit, as sign of gratitude and good relations. The two trade representatives would naturally need be present for this occasion.

Lucky arrived earlier that cycle to meet with Echo. Formally, to prepare, though their interest was in yet another meeting each other.

They sat together in Echo's private quarters within the tribe warrens. Echo was toying with his golden locks, looking into his eyes.

"Voidwing's All-Watcher, does she also have golden hair?" Echo asked.

"The most glamorous of these all, yes, they do." He replied. His voice emanated admiration.

"I cannot wait to see. If it truly is possible to have such more beautiful than even yours'" The kobold trilled, teasingly.

Echo chuckled at her own comment, but then, her attention seemed to shift elsewhere. They somehow never paid much notice to it before, but Lucky always carried the peculiar purple-colored lantern...

"So... that lantern... is there a reason you carry it everywhere?"

Lucky grips at the lantern, seemingly slightly defensive.

"Y-yes. It's special." He remarked.

"Special?"

"It carries energy from the Shadow Plane. Supposedly... carrying it makes us acclimate to your plane easier. The elders were -very- adamant this one carried it, lit, at all times."

"W-why? Would something bad happen, without it?"

"I... don't know."

"Surely they would say something clear, if the consequences were that dire?"

Lucky pondered. Her words seemed sensible. If it was -so- dangerous to not have it lit, they would have specified the dangers. The lantern was a symbol of the tribe. Perhaps they merely wanted him to look like a proper representative? But he was in a private area now, such formalities would surely not need to be displayed here.

His pondering is interrupted by Echo. "I suppose if your tribe told you to keep it on, there must be a good reason." The kobold did not try to goad Lucky into testing its powers, respectful of his tribe and boundaries.

A brief kiss on Lucky's cheek, Echo then stood up. "I'll prepare something to drink." They trailed their fingers across his luscious golden set of hair before walking away.

He did not react to the familiar present of affections however, his thought lingering on the lantern.

His claws reached out towards the lantern...

They tremble... they near it...

A flick...

The light dims...

Lucky freezes, waiting to see if anything would happen. Any slightest tingle provokes fear as if the symptom of something happening...

But...

Nothing happens.

He stands up, briefly, pacing a little around the room. The lantern emits no light, he walks freely, without it.

He sits down back, gingerly tapping his feet at his realisation. Not having to carry it around at all times seemed like a relieved burden. He was eager to share his discovery with Echo.

A kobold's footsteps near, signaling Echo's return. Lucky waits, a sly grin on his face.

They enter the room. The footsteps halt. Mugs of a beverage fall on the ground, spilling their contents. A yelp, as Echo looks mortified in his direction.

"W-what's wrong?" Lucky asked. He looked around, concerned, then he noticed a visage of himself on a nearby mirror.

His hair...

It was gone.

He looked around. Did it fall off? There were no strands or locks of hair anywhere. Did it disappear?

He looks back to the mirror. His gaze freezes on the reflection, staring at his own, now bald, head, for what felt like hours, frozen in time. Ringing in ears, his entire body shivers.

The terrified look of Echo's face he just saw forced itself into his mind. What would the bald kobold think of him, without his incredible golden locks?

The footsteps rushed over to him, grasping at him. Through the ringing in his ears, he could barely make out sentences spoken.

"L-Lucky! Are you okay? C-can you hear me? S-say something, please."

He could only hear concern and compassion. He was expecting groans of disgust, shock at his bald form. Instead, their embrace held on tightly, begging him for a reaction, signs that he is with them and not in pain.

The genuine warmth he felt in that moment eased him. The ringing subsided, his trembling slowed.

"I... I'm- I'm... fine." He stammered out. "I think... it's just my hair that..."

Echo's grasp tightened. They looked around, searching for answers. They noticed the lack of the purple light. Lucky's lantern was off.

"D-did you..."

"Y-yes..." Lucky answered.

"I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up. This is my fault..." Echo lamented.

"N-no... I did it of my own volition." He remarked, standing up. "I feel fine... it seems... it's just my hair that..."

He continued. "I'm... sorry you have to see me like this."

"Huh? Hair or without... you look fine the way you are." Echo tried to reassure them.

"W-what? Without my magnificent hair, I'm..."

"Hey." Echo interrupted him. "I don't have hair either. And as cute and lush as it was, it's not the reason I... like you."

"Wh- Y-you... mean that?" He asked, in disbelief.

"Of course. Always did." Lucky was pulled by them into an embrace.

Their heartfelt moment was interrupted by an intrusive thought, however.

"T-the... meeting..." Lucky spoke, a worried tone.

The meeting between their tribes was approaching quickly. He would show up, hairless. How would his tribe react? Would they know what happened? How severe was this transgression he had committed?

"W-what do we... what do -I-... do?" He panicked slightly.

Echo spoke, reassuringly. "We can't do anything. We'll just have to go and see. I'll be there with you, okay?"

"But-... hngh..." He could only grunt. He was searching for options, but there seemed to be none.

Echo offers him a hand. They help him stand up. Together, they make their way through the halls of the warren, to where the meeting would take place.

Day 24, Month 6 (Kythorn), 182 AR

Ivah Shadowclaw

=== Chapter 5 - Lantern Dimmed, A New Light. ===
A large room in the Shadowfang kobold warrens bustles with movement. Two sides of kobolds, All-Watchers of both tribes and their elders are meeting. Their discussion is accompanied with various manner of foods and beverages.

The All-Watcher of Voidwing is present. A tall, imposing figure, with incredibly long and beautiful golden hair.

The leaders and elders of both tribes discuss in celebration of the successful cooperation their kin have had with each other.

The All-Watcher of Shadowfang stood up. "It truly is an honor to have you visiting us, this far from your home."

"The pleasure is all ours. This venture has been very fruitful. Let it be in our best interests to maintain it." The Voidwing All-Watcher responded.

As the formalities of the meeting continued, Lucky and Echo entered, without drawing attention, their hearts pounding with apprehension. Lucky felt self-conscious without his usual mane of golden hair, but Echo's presence beside him provided a sense of comfort and reassurance.

Slowly, with the discussions reaching their conclusion, the two tribes' representatives were called to step forward to give a speech and summarize their accomplishments.

Lucky moved towards the center of the room, his lit purple lantern in hand, feeling the weight of the gazes upon him, wondering how his bald appearance would be perceived by his own tribe.

Shocked squints and gasps filled the room.

"What's the meaning of this?" An elder of Voidwing spoke up.

"Where is your hair, Lucky? Did you forsake the light of your kin?" Another elder of his tribe asked accusatorily.

His All-Watcher just stared, judgingly, silent.

An audible gulp, Lucky garnered confidence to speak. "I..."

An accusatory interruption from yet another Voidwing elder erupted, however, directed elsewhere. They looked towards the tribe folk of Shadowfang.

"Is this your doing?" An accusation was thrown out towards the Underdark tribe.

Both crowds began to erupt in accusations. The All-Watchers of both tribes remained silent, seemingly disappointed and frustrated by the ordeal.

"Quiet." "Silence." Two commands were uttered, nigh-simultaneously, it was difficult to attribute to which elder each belonged, but they held the same meaning.

The crowd quieted down, judging looks upon Lucky.

Echo ran forward. "It's not his fault... I... asked them about their lantern... about what would happen if they... turned it off..." Echo explained.

Voidwing's All-Watcher rolled their eyes. Even under Echo's excuse, it would be Lucky who chose to do it.

Underfang's All-Watcher raises his hand, motioning Echo to silence.

Finally, Voidwing's All-Watcher spoke up. Their magnificent golden hair fluttered in the wind as they spoke.

"My kin, appointed wanderer of the dark, merchant across realms, your lantern dimmed, why did you shun our light? Speak." Her voice was always commanding, perhaps deceptively so, as she was known as a very caring and thoughtful leader.

Lucky took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his tribe's expectations upon him. He knew he had to speak truthfully, regardless of the consequences.

"I turned off the lantern of my own volition," he began, his voice steady despite the nervous flutter in his stomach. "I did it out of curiosity, to see what would happen. I didn't realize the consequences it would have."

There was a murmur of disapproval among the crowd, but the All-Watcher raised a hand, silencing them.

The Voidwing All-Watcher spoke. "There is more you do not reveal. I know you well. That would not be the reason alone. Speak."

Lucky hesitated. "I... I wanted to be closer to Echo."

The room fell silent, the tension thick with anticipation as all eyes turned to Lucky and Echo. Echo flinched hearing his revelation. The All-Watcher's gaze bore into Lucky, her expression unreadable.

The leader turned to the other kobold. "A feeling, reciprocated? Speak, little one."

With attention on them, nervous and anxious, Echo could only afford a modest nod. The room continued to be quiet.

The Voidwing All-Watcher then stands up, walking over to the Shadowfang's leader, who respectfully rises. Conspirative whispers are shared, as the room itself turns deafeningly silent.

The leaders of the tribes exchange a nod, returning to their seats. The elders anxiously await.

She speaks. "Lucky, you who strayed from the shadow, who let go of our ways, have no place among Nightwing."

The words hit him like a missile storm.

Disowned by his tribe.

Echo listened in, distraught.

But their conflicted emotions were quickly disrupted, again.

"You turned your back, not to shun our tribe, but seeking an unlikely connection, across the realms."

She continued. "To seek bonds outside of the Shadow Plane risks our link with it. No longer Nightwing, accept our blessing for you to pursue kinship among Shadowfang, as our honorable friend and ally. May your bond empower our tribes' relations."

The elders of both tribes listened in, evoking an agreeable nod.

The pair, happily surprised, look over to Shadowfang's All-Watcher, who nods towards them with a sly smile.

One of the many kobolds in the crowd of elders yells out "Huzzah!", starting a chain reaction of cheers, which erupt in the room.

The tension in the room dissipated, replaced by a sense of unity and camaraderie. The two tribes, momentarily at odds, now stood together in solidarity, united by the bond between Lucky and Echo.

Dazzled by the many thoughts and emotions going through their mind and now the loud noises, the pair is disoriented, before being approached by the Nightwing All-Watcher.

Her golden hair waves through the air as she approaches, the tall kobold looking down on the two, speaking to them.

"The feeling and bond you share is special. Your kin will not stand in the way of it. Cherish and hold onto it, for there is nothing quite like it."

Having shared her words, she turns to exit. The rest of the kobolds soon follow, seemingly satisfied with the proceedings discussed, seemingly less caring that the representatives' speech being disrupted.

The Shadowfang All-Watcher remarks towards them, in passing. "We welcome you, Lucky. Echo will show you about, no doubt. Formalities can be handled another cycle."

The pair is soon left alone in the great hall. None of them can speak, a hopeful look for the future.

Echo's hand found its way into his, squeezing it gently. "You okay?" they asked, concern evident in their voice.

Lucky turned to look at Echo, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Yeah," he replied softly, "I think I am now."

Echo returned the smile, their eyes filled with warmth and understanding.

As they walked through the warrens of Shadowfang, Lucky felt a sense of belonging that he had never experienced before. Despite the challenges they had faced, he knew that with Echo by his side, anything was possible. A new life, by their side.

Lucky glanced at his reflection in a nearby mirror. Though his appearance had changed, he realized that his true worth lay not in his hair but in the bond he had forged.

Day 24, Month 6 (Kythorn), 182 AR

Ivah Shadowclaw

=== Chapter 6 - Epilogue. ===
In the following days, Lucky was admitted into Shadowfang. Settling into this new life was full of challenges, adapting to their culture and traditions, with which Echo was more than happy to help.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Lucky and Echo's bond only grew stronger with time.

Despite the initial apprehension from some members of the Shadowfang tribe, Lucky was quickly accepted as one of their own.

A new representative was assigned to handle trade matters on behalf of Nightwing, with which both Echo and Lucky would work together to assure continued deals and prosperity for both tribes.

But amidst their professional duties, they also found moments of quiet intimacy, stealing away to secluded corners of the warrens to share stolen kisses and whispered confessions.

One evening, as they sat together by a fireplace, listening in to the crackling of firewood, the fires' heat overpowered by the comforting warmth of their shared love, Echo broached a topic that had been on their mind for some time.

"Lucky," they began, their voice soft and hesitant, "I've been thinking... about us."

Lucky turned to them, curiosity flickering in his eyes. "What about us?"

Echo hesitated, before electing to speak. "I was thinking... about becoming each other's Chosen." they explained. "It's a sacred ritual among our kin, blessed by the All-Watcher. It's a way for two kobolds to pledge themselves and their work to each other, to become each other's Chosen."

"I... I would be honored," Lucky replied, his voice filled with emotion. "I want nothing more than to be your Chosen, Echo."

A smile spread across Echo's face, radiant with joy. "Then let us speak to the All-Watcher. I'm sure he will bless our union."

As the cycles passed, the time came for them to formalize their bond in a traditional kobold bonding ceremony. The event was attended by members of both Shadowfang and Voidwing tribes, as well as honored guests of each tribe.

As the ceremony drew to a close, the two bonded looked towards the future, knowing that whatever lied ahead, they would be there to face it together.

They would continue to thrive together. A bond built across two worlds, bringing them and the two tribes closer together.

Day 24, Month 6 (Kythorn), 182 AR

Ivah Shadowclaw

=== Closing Words ===
To his dear kin, Vrinpict Fiyuntyziunrak - Lucky Voidwing:

This got out of hand and claw. He realised too late to be able to stop it. They are genuinely sorry.

To other readers:

If theys have been fortunate enough to find reciprocated love, treasure it dearly, shoulds, for there is naughts quite like it. Ands if by chance shoulds they lose it, do not despair, for it is a journey worth embarking upon agains.

Nots be deterred by the opinions of others; true companions will celebrate your bond rather thans question it, for theys would be ones ready to follow you to the beyond.

Also, be very weary of over-indulging in pranks. Or tryings to one-up another ins pursuit of them. You might soon find yourself writing a full-featured novel. Unlike the last wisdom, shared by idealistic thinkings, this is wisdom shared from experience.

Day 26, Month 6 (Kythorn), 182 AR

Ivah Shadowclaw
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House Advertisement Sh’yalva (Wooden Sign)

2026-01-06T22:47:16Z

Uagony: Created page with "(The House Emblem of a Male drow being crushed under a boulder) Do you seek glory, fame and wealth? Then find another sign. This sign is an advertisement for House Sh’yalva, the most minor House in Andunor. We have been described as many things: insane, incompetent, an embarrassment to all drow… We are a Lolthite House, our Matron only speaks goblin, we have a long string of failures and scandals that any long-term resident of the city might be able to tell you a..."

(The House Emblem of a Male drow being crushed under a boulder)

Do you seek glory, fame and wealth?

Then find another sign.

This sign is an advertisement for House Sh’yalva, the most minor House in Andunor. We have been described as many things: insane, incompetent, an embarrassment to all drow…

We are a Lolthite House, our Matron only speaks goblin, we have a long string of failures and scandals that any long-term resident of the city might be able to tell you about (as of writing the latest has been the sinking of the city’s Dreadnought!). With all that in mind you might ask yourself: Why would I join?

That’s a good question!

For those of you still reading, what follows are a list of our recruiters who you may speak to and ask how to join — all are welcome to join via a simple and excruciatingly extended three-step process! Remember: Only Major Houses have streamlined recruitment processes!

All races are able to become retainers and all drow are capable of becoming House members.

(Note: you are only allowed one major diplomatic incident per month once you begin the recruitment process — we are not liable for you getting jailed, executed, exiled, tortured, or eaten.)

(Second Note: The Grave of Dahlra Sh’yalva is viewable in one of the Melt’s caverns)

Recruiters (use messenger goblins):

Szordin Sh’yalva

Baven Sh’yalva

Az’alva Sh’yalva

Telanaez’a Sh’yalva

Ask about the Sh’yalva tour!
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Allegory by Treason Wael (Painting)

2025-12-21T17:11:24Z

Uagony: Created page with "Big brush strokes. Big female drow holding a fainting male drow in one arm, in the other a bloody whip. Beneath her is a beaten female drow, cowering on the floor. In the background is an exploding volcano and a deep dragon eating a rothe. The painting might depict in an allegorical style the church of Lolth (often talked about as male) being rightfully claimed by a depiction of violence, with mercy coverings, having failed to take over the church. The dragon eating t..."

Big brush strokes. Big female drow holding a fainting male drow in one arm, in the other a bloody whip.

Beneath her is a beaten female drow, cowering on the floor.

In the background is an exploding volcano and a deep dragon eating a rothe.

The painting might depict in an allegorical style the church of Lolth (often talked about as male) being rightfully claimed by a depiction of violence, with mercy coverings, having failed to take over the church. The dragon eating the rothe thus would be another representation of the militaristic defeating the peaceful, and this being good.

On the other hand, the libidinal nature of this image, along with the rippling muscles of the victorious female and delicate strokes of the male in her arms might just be a representation of the inner workings of the artist’s hangups and neuroses.

As is the case with all paintings, anything is possible. Does that male drow have shaggy hair?
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The Art of Misplacing Banners

2025-12-08T21:00:17Z

Uagony: Created page with "One might wonder how many board-posts can bloom within a single cycle. However, Let us pivot to something marginally more relevant: Banners. Specifically, their sudden migration across the City. While we do appreciate the enthusiasm of whoever has taken it upon themselves, whether assigned or simply brimming with initiative, to whisk our banners to strange and unexpected corners, we regret to inform you that this troubles us not. Banners can be replaced. In fact,..."

One might wonder how many board-posts can bloom within a single cycle.

However,

Let us pivot to something marginally more relevant: Banners.

Specifically, their sudden migration across the City.

While we do appreciate the enthusiasm of whoever has taken it upon themselves, whether assigned or simply brimming with initiative, to whisk our banners to strange and unexpected corners, we regret to inform you that this troubles us not.

Banners can be replaced.

In fact, they already have been.

There is a stockpile large enough to outlast even the most energetic collector, because this exact behaviour was predicted long ago and has lost all novelty.

Some banners appear to have vanished entirely.

We can only assume you have spirited them away to your homes.

We understand: our heraldry inspires!

If you wish to gaze upon it at night and drift into dreams of Briz'zek glory, we take no offense.

Adoration is welcome.

And should you desire a banner of your very own, all one must do is ask.

Next time, spare yourself the cloak-and-dagger routine.

Signed,

Advisor Zekrall Briz'zek.

Archduchess,

Day 28, Month 2 (Alturiak), 188 AR (1388 DR)

Xullthara Briz'zek
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Regarding the Banners of Tor'Urden

2025-12-08T00:06:32Z

Uagony: Created page with "I have noticed that House Tor'Urden planted their banners infront of the bridge at the entrance of the Devil's Table District, and the District itself. I write this notice and put this on your door to declare- that you may put your banners and present yourselves as though you are part of the district, WHEN you officially declare yourselves to be allied to us, not before. Until then, only the banner infront of your Manor may remain. If you wish to discuss the matter, or..."

I have noticed that House Tor'Urden planted their banners infront of the bridge at the entrance of the Devil's Table District, and the District itself.

I write this notice and put this on your door to declare- that you may put your banners and present yourselves as though you are part of the district, WHEN you officially declare yourselves to be allied to us, not before.

Until then, only the banner infront of your Manor may remain. If you wish to discuss the matter, or decide to declare your allegiance to the Devil's Table District concretely, we may see to the re-decoration of our district, and raise our banners together.

P.S. I had attempted to put all of the retrieved banners infront of your manor, but the two of them simply...dissipated from existence. For this, I show apology, and would see to their reimbursement through coin or extra banners.

(OOC: They literally just poofed the moment I left the district, sorry about that. Maybe they were too close together.)

In Spite, We Thrive

Archduchess

Day 22, Month 2 (Alturiak), 188 AR (1388 DR)

Xullthara Briz'zek
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Capable Service Rewards Handsomely by Spriggan Warlock (Lord)

2025-12-05T17:57:53Z

Uagony: Created page with "Complications arrose to disrupt our prior plans to meet however to see you're not left in the.. Light, your reward is one wish which is within my power to grant. Think on what you want, and then contact me with your decision. You know how. Day 8, Month 11 (Uktar), 139 AR Spriggan Warlock (Lord) Category:120-129 AR Category:130-139 AR Category:Bendir Dale"

Complications arrose to disrupt our prior plans to meet however to see you're not left in the.. Light, your reward is one wish which is within my power to grant. Think on what you want, and then contact me with your decision. You know how.

Day 8, Month 11 (Uktar), 139 AR

Spriggan Warlock (Lord)
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The dangers of secessionist rhetoric by ''Andy Andunor''

2025-12-05T17:52:00Z

Uagony: Created page with "Note the Briz'zek's phrasing: "let it be known throughout Andunor, and the Devil's Table" not so subtle implication that Devil's Table is somehow no longer a part of Andunor. A dangerous game. Let it be reminded that Andunor, in the remarkable Wisdom of the Great Founding Houses (which is indeed woefully underappreciated by the ignorant masses inhabitting the City) was founded as a Trade City consisting of, originally two, districts with strictly defined spheres o..."

Note the Briz'zek's phrasing:

"let it be known throughout Andunor, and the Devil's Table"

not so subtle implication that Devil's Table is somehow no longer a part of Andunor.

A dangerous game.

Let it be reminded that Andunor, in the remarkable Wisdom of the Great Founding Houses (which is indeed woefully underappreciated by the ignorant masses inhabitting the City) was founded as a Trade City consisting of, originally two, districts with strictly defined spheres of influence, built around the neutral ground of the central Trade Hub overseen by the Hubmaster.

This system was conceived learning from the ruinous failures of the past to provide a mechanism for the peaceful dispute resolution between the Great Houses.

The system has worked reasonably well for the past decades, granting us environment in which we can all pursue our ambitions.

The aformentioned wording is, thus, dangerous, because it means that either:

A) Vaunted Freth have appointed and authorized Archduchess of House Briz'zek to break the city's founding pact and secede Devil's Table from Andunor, which, quite obviously, ultimately means war - a self-destructive war between the Great Houses where the only definite outcome is the death of Andunor as we know it;

B) Briz'zek are being careless in their wording and/or misguided in the manipulative implications of their authority over the Devil's Table as an elected self-government, which, again, ultimately increases the risk of a conflict within the city.

This is a truly beautiful and well thought system we're enjoying here, which balances sovereignity with with the mutually agreed obligations for the prosperity of all.

Let's not overstep our boundaries in pretending we know a better system.

Day 19, Month 2 (Alturiak), 188 AR (1388 DR)

<nowiki>''Andy Andunor''</nowiki>
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NARRATOR NOTES: Play by Szordrin Sh'yalva

2025-12-01T23:49:41Z

Uagony: Created page with "Act 1: Introductions Narrator: In this act, which is called "the introduction", we are introduced to Jimmy Freakin Hellball, a poor student down on his luck, and Adam, a crook with correct moral inclinations. We begin in the academy, where an elven professor, vile and disgusting, hideous and disfigured, traitorous and stupid, tells Jimmy the bad news... Jimmy [monologue]: Oh fie those stuffy elves in their adamantine towers! Why can't us, us humans, us non-elves, us re..."

On Exile: Correspondence to Matron Xun'viir

2025-12-01T23:48:42Z

Uagony: Created page with "Talyrrae, Having been appraised of your current troubles with the local government, I thought it appropriate to reach out, one matron who has been exiled to another. Be comforted that your antagonists are parsimonious and tightfisted, without the endurance or resolution to maintain the outlay of coin associated with exile. In my experience they will quickly downgrade the exile to a pariahship, if not restoring your status entirely. The patience of a spider will serve..."

Talyrrae,

Having been appraised of your current troubles with the local government, I thought it appropriate to reach out, one matron who has been exiled to another.

Be comforted that your antagonists are parsimonious and tightfisted, without the endurance or resolution to maintain the outlay of coin associated with exile. In my experience they will quickly downgrade the exile to a pariahship, if not restoring your status entirely.

The patience of a spider will serve you well here, and you will be pleased to note that the few privileges and benefits of citizenship denied to you are painlessly abstained from or acquired through proxies.

I wish you only the best of luck with your Matronhood-in-Exile, and entreat that you do not hesitate to come to me should you be in need of advice or a listening ear.

By the Hand of Matron Sh'yalva,

Day 25, Month 1 (Hammer (Deepwinter)), 188 AR

Araj
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Cordor Care Voucher №1

2025-12-01T23:47:42Z

Uagony: Created page with "Hello friend, You have stumbled upon this note either by happenstance, or because you are participating in our charity's scavenger hunt program! This voucher may be redeemed by a new arrival to the city for a prize of 3,000 gold pieces. Redeem to any of the Cordor Care staff, which include... Albet Lianlen Abigail Rayne Karuna Day 22, Month 12 (Nightal), 181 AR (1381 DR) Albet Lianlen (Server) Category:180-189 AR Category..."

Hello friend,

You have stumbled upon this note either by happenstance, or because you are participating in our charity's scavenger hunt program!

This voucher may be redeemed by a new arrival to the city for a prize of 3,000 gold pieces.

Redeem to any of the Cordor Care staff, which include...

Albet Lianlen

Abigail Rayne

Karuna

Day 22, Month 12 (Nightal), 181 AR (1381 DR)

Albet Lianlen (Server)
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The Sh'yalva Report №1

2025-12-01T23:11:17Z

Uagony:

[A small drawing of a male drow running from a boulder while feverishly writing in a journal is drawn at the top - the boulder is labeled THE NEWS]

Hello, surfacers - here's some reports from the Sh'yalva Offices (situated in the Devil's Table if you want to leave us any hot tips!) about things that may be relevant to you:

Thievish Market - certain dens have unowned properties for any thief wanting a hide-out!

Kidnapping planned!? - But far too little information for this hint to be of any use to anyone.

Myonese Vampires? - Elves, hiding out in the darkness, biting innocents, and being incredibly attractive to human beings - it's more likely than you think. Someone ought to harass them about it.

War Drums!? - House Sh'yalva planning war with Bendir? Can they achieve infighting among the surface? Definitely not!

Necromancer in Your Midst!? - Ulrich, Guldorand citizen, proud creator of orphans, hides fleshless arm under sleeve! He also goes to the graveyard in the middle of the night and exhumes YOUR grandmother!

King of Cordor dead? - Witnesses were seen crying, running out of the palace - with the king dead, the future remains uncertain. Perhaps a more enlightened form of rule can be attempted?

And that's it for this cycle - don't forget: we hate you!

Day 3, Month 1 (Hammer (Deepwinter)), 182 AR (1382 DR)

Szordrin Sh'yalva
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The Sh'yalva Report №1

2025-12-01T23:10:44Z

Uagony: Created page with "[A small drawing of a male drow running from a boulder while feverishly writing in a journal is drawn at the top - the boulder is labeled THE NEWS] Hello, surfacers - here's some reports from the Sh'yalva Offices (situated in the Devil's Table if you want to leave us any hot tips!) about things that may be relevant to you: Thievish Market - certain dens have unowned properties for any thief wanting a hide-out! Kidnapping planned!? - But far too little information for..."

Matron Appreciation Week by Szordrin Sh'yalva

2025-12-01T23:09:51Z

Uagony: Created page with "As we all know, this week-cycle is Matron Appreciation Week - a traditional Lolthite holiday where celebrants give Matrons gifts in order to stave off their fury. Standard gifts include gems, weapons, severed heads, whips, elaborate spider statues, pillars regaling their lives, and flattering statues of themselves. Here is a list of Matrons I know about you can give your gift for this year's Matron Appreciation Week to: Matron Araj of House Sh'yalva Matron Irae of Ho..."

As we all know, this week-cycle is Matron Appreciation Week - a traditional Lolthite holiday where celebrants give Matrons gifts in order to stave off their fury.

Standard gifts include gems, weapons, severed heads, whips, elaborate spider statues, pillars regaling their lives, and flattering statues of themselves.

Here is a list of Matrons I know about you can give your gift for this year's Matron Appreciation Week to:

Matron Araj of House Sh'yalva

Matron Irae of House Reyer

Matron [illegible scribble] of House Zauviir

Darkest regards,

Szordrin Sh'yalva

Day 4, Month 12 (Nightal), 181 AR (1381 DR)

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The Sh'yalva Report! №2

2025-12-01T23:08:15Z

Uagony: Created page with "[A drawing of a male drow crushed by a boulder, feverishly jotting down findings in a notepad. The boulder is labeled THE NEWS] Hello surfacers, here's some reports from House Sh'yalva, located in Andunor! Always willing to pay you for inconvenient information from the surface! Rae seen in Andunor!? - surfacer by name of Rae seen in Andunor conspiring with local vampire to attack Bendir!? House Sh'yalva Plans Play - In Shadovar at 5:15 on day 15 of the 3rd month (<now..."

[A drawing of a male drow crushed by a boulder, feverishly jotting down findings in a notepad. The boulder is labeled THE NEWS]

Hello surfacers, here's some reports from House Sh'yalva, located in Andunor! Always willing to pay you for inconvenient information from the surface!

Rae seen in Andunor!? - surfacer by name of Rae seen in Andunor conspiring with local vampire to attack Bendir!?

House Sh'yalva Plans Play - In Shadovar at 5:15 on day 15 of the 3rd month (<nowiki>https://a.chronus.eu/1b243cc</nowiki>) you will witness yet another play of ours. Theme: halflings!

Roffin Continues Gracklestugh Vacation - As reported previously, he is currently working with derro to peer into the mystical future. Do not investigate further!

Real Thief Estate Filled! - Since our last report the rooms available to true thieves have been filled [a small thumbs up drawn here]

Heroic Misthollow Wows Andunor! - The surfacer without a clear identity, but who has fought one "Azrak" twice, has been the talk of many Andunorian conversations, and their name carries respect within the city, even as it draws ire.

Myon Infested With Evil! - Murderers, thieves, and heretics stalk the Myonese alleyways, prepared to part you from everything. Attack elves! Kill them!

Brogendenstein Kills Dogs! - The city is rumored to have amassed many funds to kill a dog and its owner. Will no one stop these maniacs!?

And that's all! I shall leave you with the solution to a minor puzzle and remember: "We hate you!"

It was a cypher that moved all letters by one position in the alphabet. The message was:

"We will report your slander and rumors, always hiring surfacer spies. Just leave message on House Sh'yalva's message board in Devil's Table!"

Day 9, Month 3 (Ches), 182 AR (1382 DR)

Szordrin Sh'yalva
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Cultural Conundrums: Drow by Vrinpict Fiyuntyziunrak

2025-12-01T23:06:08Z

Uagony:

Welcome to the first installment of what I hope to be a long running series of interviews, where I, Vrinpict Fiyuntyziunrak, attempt to learn about the various cultures that exist in Andunor!

This first interview will be focused on the Drow, a powerful and merciless race! Assisting me with my work is none other than Szordrin Sh'yalva, who seems to have his head square upon his shoulders, and was more than happy to teach me about his culture.

Drow culture seems to be filled with many mysteries, and many surprises! When Szordrin began the tour of his house's many holdings, he mentioned a common problem for Drow. Market crashes. According to Szordrin, one must always be wary of a potential market crashing through the stone above you, at any moment!

Other than the Drow's interesting economic practices, he enlightened me with my very first tour of a T.E.N.T. which has a lovely view behind a large, and obtrusive, manor! Little did I know, a Drow manor was our next destination. He brought me into his estate, and gave me a long lesson in the history of his house, which I enjoyed greatly. It cannot be overstated how cordial Szordrin was, when showing me the various corpses, and statues, therein.

When the tour was over, and we could finally get to the meat of the interview, I began to ask the hard-hitting questions that you, dear reader, surely wish to have answered. Bear in mind, I have no knowledge of the Drow, and this is my first time sitting down with one and discussing culture. That being said, I have heard -some- things, and asked Szordrin about various topics. I will be paraphrasing, with a direct quote here and there.

When questioned about the dietary habits of Drow, Szordrin informed me that they are opportunistic devourers. They will normally eat whatever they get their hands on, whether that be humanoids, or vegetables. It is also a racial norm to avoid Baven Sh'yalva's cooking at all costs. I am astounded that one man's cooking could be so poor that an entire race knows to avoid it... but I trust Szordrin, and will take him at his word.

Another question, dear reader, is about the pigmentation of Drow. How is it that there are so many different skin tones, when there is no light from above? The answer is simple. Szordrin explained that a Drow's pigment is a product of rock consumption, and that the darker a Drow is, the more respected they are in their society.

When do Drow grow their third arm? This is a question I have had for a while, since hearing about the phenomenon from an old Tribe member. Szordrin explained that it was a silly question, because Drow are born with a singular arm. When the Drow become thirty years old, that arm is then amputated, to allow room for two more arms. I am thankful for his expertise on the subject.

This next question, is perhaps one that every reader has had for Drow at one point in time. The hair... is it natural? Szordrin explained that it is not. Drow hair is made of spider silk, and is rewarded for faithful worship of Llolth. Yes. You have read it here first, all Drow are naturally bald. However, this raised the question... what of the bald Drow? Szordrin recommended I talk to an expert, but I was unable to reach Kethan, a Professionally Bald Drow, for comment.

When questioned about Drow's fascination with feet, Szordrin had this to say, "They're a bit bony."

It seems the females use them as tools to show disrespect to the males, particularly by grinding them atop prostrating males in a show of dominance. It is an interesting ritual, but works well to cow the males into submission.

I will now end this account with the "What Did I Miss?" Segment, where Szordrin gives his opinion on questions I have yet to ask!

He started strong, by expressing his hatred of Vhaeraunites! He -really- wanted me to put that in here! Szordrin was also directly quoted as saying "There is no ceiling above our heads." and I certainly hope there is, because I don't think Andunor would survive a Drow Market crash otherwise.

Lastly, Szordrin wishes the readers the worst, and most painful of deaths.

Thank you for reading, and I hope you survive that death, to read the next installment of Cultural Conundrums.

Day 27, Month 5 (Mirtul), 182 AR (1382 DR)

Vrinpict Fiyuntyziunrak
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Cultural Conundrums: Drow by Vrinpict Fiyuntyziunrak

2025-12-01T23:05:41Z

Uagony: Created page with "Welcome to the first installment of what I hope to be a long running series of interviews, where I, Vrinpict Fiyuntyziunrak, attempt to learn about the various cultures that exist in Andunor! This first interview will be focused on the Drow, a powerful and merciless race! Assisting me with my work is none other than Szordrin Sh'yalva, who seems to have his head square upon his shoulders, and was more than happy to teach me about his culture. Drow culture seems to be fi..."

Script of Sh'yalva Productions: Bandit Life by Szordrin Sh'yalva

2025-12-01T22:59:10Z

Uagony: Created page with "Act 1: Introductions Narrator: In this act, which is called "the introduction", we are introduced to Jimmy Freakin Hellball, a poor student down on his luck, and Adam, a crook with correct moral inclinations. We begin in the academy, where an elven professor, vile and disgusting, hideous and disfigured, traitorous and stupid, tells Jimmy the bad news... [Scene: a desk, the elven professor sits at the desk, preferably played by a truly hideous actor - or at least an act..."

Act 1: Introductions

Narrator: In this act, which is called "the introduction", we are introduced to Jimmy Freakin Hellball, a poor student down on his luck, and Adam, a crook with correct moral inclinations. We begin in the academy, where an elven professor, vile and disgusting, hideous and disfigured, traitorous and stupid, tells Jimmy the bad news...

[Scene: a desk, the elven professor sits at the desk, preferably played by a truly hideous actor - or at least an actor with a hideous disguise, the backdrop ought to have a library-like scene with words like "TREASON" and "IDIOCY" written over the bookshelves]

Jimmy [gesticulating wildly]: "But professor, I, Jimmy Freakin Hellball, can't deal with all this workload, I got a matron at home with our fifty strong human house and they all need my help - which they can't get if not for my academic success!

Professor [rubbing his hands while grinning]: Exactly, Jimmy! You are a human, and me, an elf! Us two will always be at odds. Not only do I not care about your issues - I revel in them! Me and my kin work constantly to keep your people down! Now away with you, Jimmy [he waves him off dismissively, perhaps doing an obscene gesture to the audience] for you are lazy, stupid, and aren't ever going to amount to anything but perhaps as a sacrifice to Lolth! Whom I hate and despise - as I am an elf! [he leaves the scene]

Jimmy [monologue]: Oh fie those stuffy elves in their adamantine towers! Why can't us, us humans, us non-elves, us renegades and visionaries, lead the academies and cities! Fie upon them all! I shall go out into the world, and search for my own people - my own "academy" to join!

[The academic backdrop is moved away to be replaced by an alleyway with elves kicking puppies and splashing mud at human beggars - I assume humans don't like those two things so it'll work wonderfully as propaganda]

Narrator: And thus, left without any future, Jimmy began to move from place to place - begging and stealing to survive. When one cycle he would happen to meet a certain thief by the name of Adam "Bound Hands" Rodriguez...

Adam [dragged out to the stage]: I am Adam! By Lolth, I have been yet again thwarted in my thefts and robberies by - who else? - the damned elves! Fie on them! Fie on them all and their Gods!

Jimmy: Vendui, strange crook and possible abbil, I too have been thwarted by elves.

Adam: Truly!? Those damned -

Jimmy: Damned, yes -

Adam: Vile -

Jimmy: Despicable -

Adam: Dirty -

Jimmy: Treasonous -

Adam: Elves!?

Jimmy: Quite so, abbil.

Adam [shaking with rage]: Good! By Lolth's sadistic punishments -

Jimmy: - May her children split apart the stomachs of her enemies -

Adam: - do I hate the elves! I have just escaped, with my "Bound Hands," from their prisons! Why, what say you, Jimmy? Let us join a bandit group, and start our own "academy!"

Jimmy: Our own "academy?" Why, Adam "Bound Hands" Rodriguez, I myself had a similar idea! One without elves - as they cannot be trusted. Even us humans can see this simple and clear-cut truth! [turning to the audience] And so should any non-elf!

Act 2: Success

[Backdrop of human bandits slaughtering elves, but also other humans - this is where we undercut support of Cordor in a most clever way]

Narrator: In this short act we see Jimmy and Adam after years of successfully robbing others

Jimmy [wearing a crown and playing with coin bags at a table]: Hahaha... Adam, can you believe that not only have we avenged ourselves on the elves -

Adam: By easily destroying their tree temples and slaughtering them

Jimmy: -and slaughtering them, yes. But also we have begun destroying Cordor! Us! The bandits! And Cordor is unable to stop us! Haha!

Adam: Indeed, Cordor, the human settlement, which we have been attacking - and whose financial minister, Thorough-mont Castlar, has not stopped us. We have proven ourselves to be

Thorough-mont Castlar most devious and harmful enemy - and whoever could possibly defeat the two of us would surely -

Jimmy: - surely prove themselves most competent and strong!

Adam: Ri - right, yeah, that's what I was going to say. We should -

Jimmy: - enjoy our time in the vile Sun for as long as possible! And we shall never lose or my name isn't Jimmy "Freakin" Hellball! Now bring forth our prisoner!

Slaver [kneeling on the floor, looking truly pathetic, but humans probably enjoy such people and sympathize with them]: Please! I am merely a humble Cordorian slaver, who has not done anyone any harm - why would you wish to execute me, Adam and Jimmy?

Adam & Jimmy laugh as a stage hand pretends to slice the Slaver's throat open

Slaver: No! My short-lived and yet fulfilling life is flowing away from me! The economic value of my merchandise - denied to the surface - by these vile bandits, who started with the most pious and good intentions, now corrupted! Oh woe is me! [collapses]

Act 3: Sh'yalva

Narrator: Indeed, who could possibly defeat these two menaces to human society? Who fell from grace and have begun attacking proper society while Cordor is incapable of doing anything to stop them. But what's this? House... Sh'yalva? The drow? Here to save the day? How can this be!

[Backdrop is the caves where we got these bandits from - stalagmites, stalagtites, you know the drill. There are three wooden cutouts of drow males representing Szordrin, Baven, Vae'thor]

[A drow matron, played by Vex Sh'yalva, I think, would be the best, and Jimmy and Adam in their denoument]

Matron Vex: Lovely. And who might you be?

Adam: Jimmy, this is bad, a drow matron - with three drow males with her! What should we do?

Jimmy: Same thing we always do, Adam, we defeat [he makes a step forward and trips] Gah!

Matron Vex: And yet, you didn't answer my question, hmmm?

Adam: Come on Jimmy! Get up! We can defeat these enemies who are vastly stronger than us!

Jimmy [weeping]: We can't, Adam! There's no way, all we can do is surrender and hope they treat us with mercy!

Matron:

Adam: We're Jimmy and Adam, terror of the surface!

[The matron calmly walks over to Adam, Jimmy still being stunned in silence, and begins choking him, then drags him off as Adam follows]

Adam: Wait! I said, wait! Bring him back!

Narrator: And so it was that the Matron of House Sh'yalva, Matron Vex, single-handedly captured these two terrors of the surface, bringing them back to the underdark to be sacrificed.

Narrator: ...And upon arriving there, our intrepid pair of incarcerated interlopers found themselves before a great and imposing altar."

[We probably don't have the budget to make an altar, maybe a sign painting of it?]

Adam: "What a fantastic altar."

Jimmy: "It scares me. What a horrific death awaits us."

Adam: "You know, there are worse ways to die than having your heart torn out and eaten in front of you."

Jimmy: "Sure. For example: [NOTE TO SELF, LOOK UP WORSE WAYS TO DIE]

Narrator: "But before they could fully admire the altar's spectacular design, the Reverend Mother arrived and sacrificed them both by tearing out their hearts. Here represented by uh, no one! Imagine a truly intimidating and strong drow"

[We cannot possibly depict Ahlysaaria in this play, the audience will have to suspend their disbelief]

Adam: *Blood pouring from his mouth* "This is gruesome but deserved."

Jimmy: "I hope when the playwrights pen this scene, they'll handle it with the brevity it deserves and nobody will accuse them of being lazy. And now, I die."

Matron Vex: [TO DO]

Epilogue:

[Our scene finds our actors on a naked stage, alone but for themselves and their palpable apprehension.]

Narrator: But not all that is human is flesh and bone, and the soul before meeting Lolth has a lot to say. An important moral is hidden in this, the epilogue. So listen to it well, if you can spot it!

Elf professor: [screaming in agony] Aaaah! The drow were right, I will suffer eternally for my sins at the hands of the all-powerful Queen of Spiders! AAAAAAAGHHH!!!

Adam: "Are we dead Jimmy?"

Jimmy: "I'm not sure Adam."

Adam: "I seem to remember dying."

Jimmy: "And I seem to remember living, what of it?"

Adam: "It's just that if you remember one and I remember the other-"

Jimmy: "Dying doesn't necessarily mean dead! Plenty of folks die and get better. The Arcane Tower is full of great wizards that all died and walked it off!"

Adam: "Are we great wizards, Jimmy?"

Jimmy: *conspicuously silent*

Adam: *inconspicuously silent*

Jimmy: "Where do you think we went wrong?"

Adam: "Well, we never became great wizards for one."

Jimmy: "Aside from that!"

Adam: "And then there was all the debauchery and hedonism."

Jimmy: "Right, which could have been spent pursuing more noble things."

Adam: "Like the wholesale slaughter of elves."

Jimmy: "Exactly!"

Adam: "Maybe our greatest mistake was not being born drow?"

Jimmy: "Why, you're right! Our hideous faces, our stout and freakishly large bodies - did you not see, Adam, we were born for failure from the start!" [moves away from the stage, leaving Adam alone, lit up by a light spell]

Adam [to the audience]:

"So in the end, our moral is this

Listen to us, let it not be remiss

If an elf you see, stalking the street

Slash its throat, let it be beat

For us humans may not be wise

And shortlived, ugly, nasty guys

But elves are far worse in every which way

So listen to us well, and have a nice day!"

Day 8, Month 2 (Alturiak), 181 AR (1381 DR)

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Announcement: Formation of House Tor'Urden

2025-12-01T22:54:18Z

Uagony: Created page with "To the citizens of Andunor, I declare a union between House Khal'Belaern and House Virak. United underneath a single banner of House Tor'Urden. Long have we navigated our Dread Queen's webs and paths unseen with the same goals and direction. To any of either House who may have been away, join us once more, but as Tor'Urden. We will travel the path ahead together. And to those observing from the fringes the houseless blades, wandering cabals, minor bloodlines adrift i..."

To the citizens of Andunor,

I declare a union between House Khal'Belaern and House Virak. United underneath a single banner of House Tor'Urden.

Long have we navigated our Dread Queen's webs and paths unseen with the same goals and direction.

To any of either House who may have been away, join us once more, but as Tor'Urden. We will travel the path ahead together.

And to those observing from the fringes the houseless blades, wandering cabals, minor bloodlines adrift in shifting alliances mark these words:

Tor'Urden has not closed its gates.

We welcome strength where we find it.

We reward loyalty where it is proven.

We carve a new path through darkness one of united purpose, sharpened power, and merciless clarity. Those who align with us will share in the security of our shadow.

Lolth tests us all.

Noble of Greyport. Keeper of the Red Tower. Matron Mother of House Tor'Urden.

Day 6, Month 2 (Alturiak), 188 AR (1388 DR)

Velolin Tor'Urden
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Declaration of Matron Khal'Belaern

2025-12-01T22:53:25Z

Uagony: Created page with "As a matter of clarification to Matron Tor'Urden's announcement, which builds upon certain considerations not mentioned in her writing, it is not that house Khal'Belaern joins her new house, but rather that i have made a prior decision to dissolve it and relinquish the title of Matron, this writing thereby making it formal and publically known. The few of my retainers made the decision to join her house, for which they have my blessing, as her interests align with those..."

As a matter of clarification to Matron Tor'Urden's announcement, which builds upon certain considerations not mentioned in her writing, it is not that house Khal'Belaern joins her new house, but rather that i have made a prior decision to dissolve it and relinquish the title of Matron, this writing thereby making it formal and publically known.

The few of my retainers made the decision to join her house, for which they have my blessing, as her interests align with those of the Temple of Lolth of which i remain a faithful supporter. I myself will not be joining any houses, but for the time being will remain the last honorary bearer of Crone Kiaberra's merchant house name, and the keeper of its legacy, until such time as she, or any of her name reappear to reclaim it.

It is my desire to dedicate myself to matters of faith and private pursuits, rather than continue pretending that those small bands we gather here in Andunor are mighty and proud houses rivaling the powers of the Freth and Claddath, or any of the proper houses from the major cities of our people.

For nine years i have strived to find a way towards elevating our people as a whole, here in this city, rather than myself and whatever vain aspirations i may have, to no avail. I supported and advised every female i considered worthy and ambitious enough in hopes that they would become beacons behind which all of our kin can rally. One Web under Lolth here in Andunor, one Web of our people, faithful and even heretic alike - for you do not cease to be Her child no matter how hard you try to pretend - one Web which proudly reaches to claim its birthright.

Instead pettiness, ignorance and short sightedness prevailed, and all the small bands of drow which called themselves noble houses considered all the other ones undesirable and alien. They alone were the worthy ones, they thought, as they attempted to weave their own puny webs in isolation and frustration. Countless such small bands waned or perished, countless wanderers came and went for they could not call this city their own. And countless almighty matrons thought that they alone were destined to rule us all. Hubris, desperation and blasphemy.

There is much more to be said about the pathetic state of Andunorian ilythiiri but i will leave it at that, this is my own perspective and i'm sure it resonates with some. Instead i'll end with a word of advice.

Find Lolth.

Go to the Temple and pray. Read the sermons, they are there for you to ponder upon, penned by our Archpriestess, our Queen's ways and wisdom revealed. Consider your place on Her Great Web, -our- Web which we all have in common, the medium upon which our spirit as a people lives, and consider what your own spidery appendages have done to it. Have you tirelessly woven new strands connecting and promoting the Queen's grand architecture, or have you defiantly and greedily tried to carve out your own private patch?

Find Lolth. She is the only authority you shall answer to at your final hour.

Yathrinshee Baeriina Khal'Belaern

Day 7, Month 2 (Alturiak), 188 AR (1388 DR)

Baeriina Khal'Belaern
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Confession of Matron Talyrrae Xun'viir

2025-12-01T22:51:33Z

Uagony: Created page with "It is true. I will confess to the accusations levied against me by Archpriestess Xilvyrae and Archduchess Xullthara. Archduchess Xullthara is one of Andunor's most prolific scriers, and nothing escapes her sight or knowledge; she's kept Xilvyrae informed of my every move. I've placed doppleganger minions in Tyrant Drogan's innermost circle, who killed his most trusted advisors and took their shape to replace them - I was waiting for the best moment to strike and have t..."

It is true.

I will confess to the accusations levied against me by Archpriestess Xilvyrae and Archduchess Xullthara. Archduchess Xullthara is one of Andunor's most prolific scriers, and nothing escapes her sight or knowledge; she's kept Xilvyrae informed of my every move.

I've placed doppleganger minions in Tyrant Drogan's innermost circle, who killed his most trusted advisors and took their shape to replace them - I was waiting for the best moment to strike and have them assassinate him, but thanks to information by Xullthara, the wise Xilvyrae saw through my plans and prevented it at the last moment.

I've seduced all the vampires in Andunor and the Surface, simultaneously becoming their thrall and addicting them to my blood, before doing unspeakable acts with them in the most depraved of fashion.

I killed my own daughter, who I had birthed by temporarily possessing the body of my cousin, solely to revive the free human retainer Halisstra in the most foul of rituals - because although a bag of diamond dust and any living being would've sufficed to revive a simple dead human, I'm terrible at economics.

What Xilvyrae forgot to mention is that I am actually a Rakshasa pretending to be an Ilythiiri. That is in fact how I've seduced all the vampires of Arelith. It is how I hold close ties to Yugoloths and other fiends.

I will reveal it now, since Xilvyrae has already discovered it but hasn't yet decided to reveal it publicly: My ultimate goal was to sell the souls of all mortals, especially Ilythiiri, to Lower Plane fiends on all sides in the Blood War!

Archduchess Xullthara has chosen well to appoint Xilvyrae as an official member of the Devil's Table administration and to maintain her as such - letting her speak on official basis and backing her with her silent admission.

Together, the notoriously level-headed Xullthara - who never lets her emotions get the better of her and always acts reasonably, and the wise and brilliant minded Xilvyrae, are a power duo that shall bring glory to the Devil's Table. This is already apparent in the numerous events hosted by the district, and its ever increasing levels of citizen participation.

Day 2, Month 2 (Alturiak), 188 AR (1388 DR)

Talyrrae Xun'viir
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Three Tales of Andunor by Valgloth Sh'yalva

2025-11-27T21:51:11Z

Uagony: Created page with "=== Preface === Three Tales of Andunor is a collection of plays that I wrote from 185 to 188AR. They are inspired and dedicated to the formidable mistresses and Matron of House Sh'yalva, who cast long shadows over the city of Andunor and have remained steadfast in their faith to our Queen. These three comedies serve as important parables of Lolthite teachings, and further serve as an exposition of the rightful order of drow social society. Day 22, Month 1 (H..."

=== Preface ===
Three Tales of Andunor is a collection of plays that I wrote from 185 to 188AR. They are inspired and dedicated to the formidable mistresses and Matron of House Sh'yalva, who cast long shadows over the city of Andunor and have remained steadfast in their faith to our Queen. These three comedies serve as important parables of Lolthite teachings, and further serve as an exposition of the rightful order of drow social society.

Day 22, Month 1 (Hammer (Deepwinter)), 188 AR (1388 DR)

Valgloth Sh'yalva

=== The Matron ===
By Valgloth Sh'yalva, 185AR.

Scene I - The Matron's Chamber

[Enter Xyrthrin, an ambitious male drow, bowing exaggeratedly before Matron Vildrae, an imposing drow matron. Xyrthrin bows so far forward that he falls face on the ground. He then gets up.]

Xyrthrin: (groveling) Oh, most dark Matron Vildrae, whose beauty could make a beholder weep and whose power rivals House Freth itself, I bring you an offer most... offery!

Matron Vildrae: Ugh, what is it now, Xyrthrin? Speak quickly before I use your head as a footstool.

Xyrthrin: I shall steal the Goblet of Endless Schemes, a most valuable artifact, from those goblins of the Sharps District! A gift most worthy of your grace!

Matron Vildrae: Hmm... if you succeed, perhaps I will grant you favor. If you fail? (shrugs) Well, failure is not an option.

Xyrthrin: (nervously laughing) Ah-ha-ha... ha... ha... You'll have it, I swear this to you!

[Xyrthrin bows his head and backs away from Matron Vildrae. He then begins talking to the audience as if whispering to himself.]

Xyrthrin: Once I steal this goblet from the goblins, I will gain the Matron's favour and become the most powerful male in the Devil's Table, and perhaps the second most powerful drow in Andunor!

Scene II - The Sharps District

[Xyrthrin sneaks into the goblin lair. He stubs his toe on an anvil and then trips over a sleeping goblin. The goblin wakes up and then rushes to bring its leader.]

Goblin Leader: (grinning toothily) Well, well, look what sneak into our den!

Xyrthrin: (dusting himself off, chuckling nervously) Greetings! I, uh, come in peace!

Goblin Leader: Peace? Let's tear you a new piece!

[A brawl ensues. Xyrthrin tries to escape but stubs his toe on the same anvil. He is wrestled to the ground by the goblin and the goblin leader, and they begin playing Xyrthrin's head as if it were a drum.]

Scene III - Exile and Revelation

[Matron Vildrae is livid and pacing furiously. Xyrthrin is battered and kneeling before her.]

Matron Vildrae: You are worthless! A worthless male! Get out of my house! Get out of the Table! You are henceforth an exile!

[Matron Vildrae picks up an anvil and throws it at Xyrthrin. He falls to the ground, gets up, and then casts haste on himself. He then begins running around in circles before eventually stopping.]

Xyrthrin: (groaning) Well... that certainly could have been better.

[A long pause. Then, a moment of revelation. Xyrthrin suddenly cheers.]

Xyrthrin: Wait a minute... if only females can have such power as matrons... (he rubs chin dramatically) ... then I shall become one!

[A messy dress-up sequence ensues. Xyrthrin throws clothes all over the stage before dressing himself up as a powerful female.]

Xyrthrin: (Voice booming) I am Matron Xtina... of House A'guilertha!

Scene IV - Rise of House A'guilertha

[Matron Xtina stands before a crowd of disgruntled male drow, promising them power. Some of then are kneeling.]

Matron Xtina: Join me, you stupid males, and I will deliver you power! Unlimited power!

The Group of Males: (In unison) Long live Matron Xtina! Long live House A'guilertha!

Matron Xtina: Together, we will take over the Devil's Table and we will get rid of that stain upon Lolth's name, that Matron Vildrae!

[The group of male drow cheer and draw their weapons.]

Scene V - The Final Showdown

[House A'guilertha and Matron Vildrae's house engage in a battle. It looks like House A'guilertha gains the upper hand as Matron Vildrae's forces face heavy casualties. However, in the chaos of the battle, Matron Xtina trips over an anvil and her clothes go flying off, revealing that she is actually a male.]

[Everyone gasps. A long pause.]

Matron Vildrae: (gleeful laughter) Ha, really?! Xyrthrin, you thought you could out-drow me?!

Xyrthrin: (nervous chuckle) Ah-ha... umm... Lolth tlu malla?

[Xyrthrin's forces grumble and they all defect to Matron Vildrae's side. They point their weapons at him. Matron Vildrae cackles triumphantly.]

Matron Vildrae: I'm about to give you the ending you deserve!

[Matron Vildrae readies her sword and steps backwards, tripping over an anvil, and her wig goes flying off. It is revealed that Matron Vildrae is also a male.]

[Everyone gasps again. Another long pause.]

Matron Vildrae: Well... this wasn't supposed to happen.

[Enter Matron Haeliira. A formidable drow matron of another house, returning from a holiday.]

Matron Haeliira: I'm back from my vacation in the Abyss! So, what's new? Wait, what's this? Males playing dress-up?

[Xyrthrin and Vildrae both point their fingers at each other.]

Matron Haeliira: It takes more than being a female to be THE matron of the Table, which neither of you would know anything about. Lolth has made it clear where you both belong... on the other side of this!

[Matron Haeliira picks up the anvil. She then throws the anvil and it goes flying, killing both Xyrthrin and Vildrae. As they both fall to the ground dramatically, Matron Haeliira cackles gleefully.]

The End.

Day 21, Month 1 (Hammer (Deepwinter)), 188 AR (1388 DR)

Valgloth Sh'yalva

=== Love's Web ===
By Valgloth Sh'yalva, 185AR.

Scene I - The Spider's Web

[Enter Quenthel, a drow male who proudly walks into the Spider's Web tavern. At the other end of the tavern hall, an enchanting drow female, Xilthrae, sits patiently. Quenthel approaches Xilthrae while carrying a large crate.]

Quenthel: Mistress Xilthrae, the moon of my midnight heart, it is good to see you!

Xilthrae: (scoffs) The moon? We live underground, idiot.

[A large human paladin named Garrick stands up at a nearby table, his ears perking up.]

Garrick: Moon? Somebody say moon? A moondancer? Where?

[The drow ignore him, continuing their conversation.]

Quenthel: (nervously laughing) Oh, ha-ha... ha! Right. I mean, err, the fungus of my heart. You who thrives in darkness and can be deadly poisonous!

Xilthrae: Get on with it. What is it?

Quenthel: I come bearing a gift. I present to you... the most beautiful spider you've ever seen!

[Quenthel puts down the crate and opens the lid. It is empty. A long pause.]

Quenthel: I swear the spider was in here!

[Xilthrae pinches the bridge of her nose and shakes her head.]

Xilthrae: Pathetic.

[Xilthrae's eyes immediately lighten up when she finally turns to Garrick. She gestures for him to approach her.]

Xilthrae: You, human male! What would you do for the heart of a beautiful mistress like me?

[Garrick kneels before her.]

Garrick: Anything!

Xilthrae: Good! I hope you would never disgrace me like this drow male here, hmm?

[A giant spider suddenly falls from the ceiling, lands behind Quenthel, and taps his shoulder. Quenthel spins around and his eyes widen in fear.]

Quenthel: (voice shaking) A-Ah, there's the spider! My gift!

[Quenthel faints and hits his head on a nearby table. The large spider proceeds to devour him. Xilthrae cackles at the sight and gets up from her seat.]

Xilthrae: You, human. There's something special about you. Let's get to know each other better.

Scene II - By the Campfire

[Garrick is by a campfire, accompanied by another human paladin who is his trusted confidant.]

Garrick: ... She's unlike any woman I've ever met. Her skin is like black silk! Her eyes are like glowing rubies! And her smile-

Paladin: Here we go again. I'm reporting this to the Radiant Heart.

Garrick: You don't understand! Her skin is so dark and yet so smooth, like a perfectly cut obsidian. She's so mysterious!

Paladin: Garrick, she's a drow. She probably worships Lolth and-

Garrick: No, I can fix her! Besides, she's a moondancer! She said so!

[Suddenly, a giant spider jumps from behind some bushes. The spider taps the paladin on his shoulder, and he turns to face it. The paladin faints from shock and falls into the fire, where he begins to burn alive. The spider then grabs him and devours him.]

Garrick: (dramatically yelling) Love knows no bounds!

[Garrick runs off the stage.]

Scene III - A Romantic Request

[Garrick meets Xilthrae in the sewers below Andunor. Romantic candles are lit. The flickering light reveals a giant spider lurking in the background, aggressively knitting a spidersilk cloak.]

Garrick: My love, my dark rose! Say the word, and I shall prove my devotion!

Xilthrae: I might have something in mind...

[Xilthrae dramatically holds up a piece of parchment with a female elf drawn on it.]

Xilthrae: This elf, known as Neriphyra, has been hunting me for ages. Kill her and I shall give you the greatest gift you can imagine.

Garrick: (moved) The greatest gift? Your love?

Xilthrae: Yes, my sweet! I will give you the greatest love that you could hope for!

[The giant spider finishes the cloak and wraps it around Garrick.]

Scene IV - The Duel

[Garrick confronts Neriphyra, who has been hunting drow in the Underdark. Both parties have their weapons drawn.]

Garrick: You shall stop hunting my mistress, you fiend.

Neriphyra: (sniveling) Your mistress? Wait, you can't be serious. You mean that drow Xilthrae? Ha! I've always been jealous of her and of drow beauty! I will kill you both!

[Garrick and Neriphyra engage in a pathetic swordfight, each swinging and missing. They run around in circles and take turns chasing each other. Suddenly, a large spider emerges from behind a boulder and interrupts the fight.]

Neriphyra: (squealing) Eeeek! A spider!

[Neriphyra faints and falls. As she falls, she lands on her own sword, piercing her. The spider devours her and leaves only her ear behind. Garrick picks up the elf ear and holds it up triumphantly.]

Scene V - The Gift of Love

[Garrick, victorious, presents Neriphyra's severed ear to Xilthrae. He is covered in spider webs.]

Garrick: My love, I have done as you asked!

Xilthrae: Oh, Garrick, you are truly a hero.

Garrick: (blushes) I-I am?

Xilthrae: (sweetly) Yes. And now, for that the great honour...

[Xilthrae claps. A giant spider scuttles forth, its fangs dripping. Garrick blinks.]

Garrick: This is not what I had in mind.

Xilthrae: Oh, don't worry about her. She won't do anything to you.

Garrick: (relieved) Oh. Phew!

Xilthrae: Worry about me instead!

[Xilthrae draws a dagger and stabs Garrick repeatedly. Garricks falls backwards onto an altar. Xilthrae then rips out his heart and holds it above the altar.]

Xilthrae: Lolth tlu malla!

The End.

Day 21, Month 1 (Hammer (Deepwinter)), 188 AR (1388 DR)

Valgloth Sh'yalva

=== A Drink to Remember ===
By Valgloth Sh'yalva, 188 AR.

Scene I - Mopping the Floor

[Enter Zakar, a male drow slave who begins mopping a puddle of blood on the floor. The slave's owner, mistress Veylanna, lounges on a nearby throne, filing her nails with a dagger. Veylanna lazily flicks some dust back onto the floor, just to irritate Zakar.]

Veylanna: You missed a spot.

Zakar: (muttering quietly) After years of verbal abuse, back-breaking slavery, and unsolicited spider-handling, the tables shall turn! One day I shall get you, and I shall be free!

Veylanna: Zakar! Why do I hear scheming?

Zakar: Scheming? No, Mistress! That was, uh, mopping! I was mopping menacingly!

[Veylanna eyes him suspiciously but shrugs. Zakar moves to go mop another puddle of blood nearby but slips on the blood and lands face first on the ground.]

Veylanna: Hey, I don't pay you to have breaks on the floor... mostly because I don't pay you at all! Get up. After you're done mopping, I expect a proper feast tonight. I'm hosting a special guest. A duergar that I owe millions to because he supplied me with tons of adamantine.

Zakar: Ah! Well, in that case, how about something special that will leave a lasting impression? I will prepare the perfect drink... a drink to remember.

Veylanna: Hmm. This does sound promising. Very well. Go impress me.

Scene II - Poison in the Kitchen

[The house chef, a frazzled halfling slave, is preparing some rothe steak. Zakar sneaks in, looking over his shoulder.]

House Chef: (gruff) What do you want?

Zakar: Oh, you know, just... helping. Being a valuable slave.

House Chef: (snorts) That's a first.

[Zakar discreetly pulls out a tiny vial of glowing green poison and starts searching for the chalices of wine to be served. He is sure to poison the drink of the mistress and not the guest.]

Zakar: (muttering) This is it. My moment. Veylanna will never see it coming!

House Chef: If you want to be useful, then hurry up with preparing that wine. The guest will be arriving soon.

[Zakar takes the chalices and begins making his way to the dining room. Zakar then slips on some water on the ground, and the chalices go flying. The house chef manages to catch the chalices mid-air as Zakar faceplants.]

Zakar: (huffing) Bah! Why does no one clean up these spills?

[Zakar gets up, takes the two chalices from the chef, and departs for the dining room.]

Scene III - Sips of Fate

[Zakar diligently tends to the feast being held between Veylanna and the rich duergar, who are sitting at opposite ends of the dining table.]

Veylanna: How's the food?

Rich Duergar: Hmph. Edible enough. Anyway, so, now about that coin you owe me...

Veylanna: Ah, I have it all ready for you after we finish our meal. Don't want to do business on an empty stomach, hmm? Have a drink, my slave prepared something special for us.

[Veylanna smiles and gestures to Zakar, who watches his mistress and her goblet attentively from the corner of the room. The rich duergar takes a sip from his chalice, and after a few moments, begins to curl in agony.]

Rich Duergar: (wretching) What... what... did you put in this?

Veylanna: Oh? You don't like the wine?

[The rich duergar falls off his chair and dies.]

Veylanna: (smiling, pleased) Thanks for cleaning up my mess for once, slave!

Zakar: (shocked and confused) I didn't do anything! He's been poisoned!

Veylanna: A shame that adamantine prices will now probably double. Anyway, I know that was intended for me. I switched drinks when you first left the room.

Zakar: I'm telling you it wasn't me!

Veylanna: If so, then drink my wine. Surely you didn't poison both?

Zakar: (voice cracking) Now, when you say 'drink' do you mean like, sip, or more like... pour it onto the floor?

Veylanna: Drink.

[Zakar slowly picks up the chalice. He lifts it to his lips and he downs a mouthful. A long silence. Then, sudden pain.]

Zakar: (gasping) Oh! Oh, that's some strong wine indeed!

[Zakar runs around in circles in the dining room before slipping on the floor and falling face-down.]

Veylanna: Oh, my dear Zakar. I never switched chalices. I poisoned his wine myself. However, you've poisoned yourself.

Zakar: (voice cracking) You knew?

Veylanna: (amused) Darling, you talk to yourself. Loudly. I heard your whole monologue from earlier.

Zakar: Cursed be my habit of exposition! I knew I should have left my rage and frustration to anonymous posting on the Hub Board. Bah! I hate you so much!

Veylanna: (grinning) And yet, you'll die thinking of me. Don't worry, Zakar, you were right. This will be a drink to remember. I'll remember you for at least, oh, one whole cycle maybe? Cheers!

[Zakar rolls over dramatically and dies. Veylanna raises the poisoned chalice in a toast to the audience.]

The End.

Day 22, Month 1 (Hammer (Deepwinter)), 188 AR (1388 DR)

Valgloth Sh'yalva
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The Matron and the Scamp by Gribnok

2025-11-27T20:41:49Z

Uagony: Created page with "=== The Matron and the Scamp === The opening page sports a woodcut depicting the bust of a goblin. Nobly posed, his eyes gaze forth - piercing but cautious. Some kind of dark fabric flows from his shoulders, leaving his thin arms bare. A plain amulet of infernal design hangs from his neck. Beneath, in decorative scrollwork, a name and title: Gribnok of the Oogooboogoo Tribe, Scribe of Queen Truggug Day 27, Month 10 (Marpenoth (Leafall)), 183 AR (1383 DR)..."

=== The Matron and the Scamp ===
The opening page sports a woodcut depicting the bust of a goblin. Nobly posed, his eyes gaze forth - piercing but cautious. Some kind of dark fabric flows from his shoulders, leaving his thin arms bare. A plain amulet of infernal design hangs from his neck.

Beneath, in decorative scrollwork, a name and title: Gribnok of the Oogooboogoo Tribe, Scribe of Queen Truggug

Day 27, Month 10 (Marpenoth (Leafall)), 183 AR (1383 DR)

Anonymous

=== I. When Booyah Fails ===
A young goblin scamp sets out across the Rothe Fields, the noise and bustle of the city center fading behind him. Recently arrived in Andunor the scamp is without a tribe or home to call his own.

Feeling confident from his recent slaughter of cellar rats, the scamp enters the Rothe Fields cave, eager to complete his writ and inflict his fledgling booyah on the pests that have taken residence there. As expected the cave is not empty. The scamp quickly throws up the protection of magic darkness. To his dismay however, the creatures are not phased! The slimes and bats quickly set upon the little goblin, eager to welcome their next meal.

Quickly realizing his tactics have failed, the scamp pivots and flees the cave. He slows to catch a breath and celebrate a narrow escape, when suddenly the sound of goopy slithering fills his ears. The hungry slimes have pursued him!

Day 27, Month 10 (Marpenoth (Leafall)), 183 AR (1383 DR)

Anonymous

=== II. A Timely Arrival ===
The young scamp sprints away across the Rothe Fields. The slimes continue their pursuit. Gaining a little distance, the scamp spins about and hurls a blast of infernal fire. "Bah!" he cries as the blast misses the mark. The scamp races another direction, dodging barrels and fence poststo gain a little space.

Again he spins and hurls his eldrich booyah. "Ugh!" he exhales with a heavy breath as the blast weakly singes the nearest slime. Again and again the young goblin repeats this tactic, his legs aching and chest burning from fatique. "I don't knows how much longer I can keeps this up" he thinks to himself.

Elsewhere in Andunor a drow matron walks the streets of the Devil's Table. Her bearing is strong, regal, and carefree. Upon reaching the hilltop overlooking the Rothe Fields she pauses, taking in the sight of the scamp desperately evading for his life.

Where others would have seen weakness and taken amusement, the insightful Matron saw something greater - potential. She sprang into action. Seizing the moment she rushed to the scamp's aid and quickly dispatched the hungry slimes.

Day 27, Month 10 (Marpenoth (Leafall)), 183 AR (1383 DR)

Anonymous

=== III. A Lasting Bond by Anonymous ===
"Hello little one, are you new to Andunor?" the matron inquired.

"Yes, mistress," the scamp nodded, bent over hand on knee and breathing heavily. More than a little surprised it the timely rescue. "Yous, have my thanks."

"Are you finding your way in our city? Allow me to give you a brief tour," the matron asked.

"A helpful drow?" the wary scamp thought to himself. "What is she playing at? I must tread carefully here." Dipping his head respectfully, he warily accepted the matron's invitation.

The matron took the scamp on a brief tour of the city, stopping at various sites including the shipyard and ending at her House's lodging in the Devil's Table.

"Let me show you our house," the matron beckoned the scamp into the door.

"Yes, mistress," the scamp replied uneasily, swallowing hard. Past experiences had made him wary of drow.

The matron ushered him in, and after a brief show of the main room extended him an offer. "Would you like to become a retainer to our minor house?"

As the little scamp took this all in he spied a set of musical droms fashioned from some kind of hide. His eyes grew large with horror.

"That's her game! My skin for a new set of drums!" he thought to himself. "Um... uh... thank yous for the generous offer mistress," the scamp replied. "but I will have to consider it. I was hoping to find a goblin tribe."

The insightful matron would not be completely deterred. She led the scamp to the home of the Goblin Press and facilitated introductions to its owner, the matriarch of an ancient and venerated goblin tribe. The scamp ended up joining this tribe, where he grew in booyah and eventually became its scribe.

And while the wise matron did not obtain a retainer that day, she did engender a lasting ally and strengthened the ties between her house and the goblin tribe.

Day 27, Month 10 (Marpenoth (Leafall)), 183 AR (1383 DR)

Anonymous

=== Author's Note ===
This short story is based on true life events occuring in Andunor circa the eighth month of AR 182.

Day 27, Month 10 (Marpenoth (Leafall)), 183 AR (1383 DR)

Anonymous
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The Definitive Guide to Deep Rothe by Valgloth Sh'yalva

2025-11-26T04:21:39Z

Uagony: Created page with " Deep rothe are the most important livestock of the Underdark, serving as the primary animal resource to drow, duergar, svirfneblin, and orog societies. Life in the Underdark is harsh and cruel, and so access to food and animal resources are paramount to the survival and power of their societies. Deep rothe provide such resource in abundance and play a very central role in everyday life. <nowiki>~~~</nowiki> I. Description of Deep Rothe Deep rothe are a medium-height..."

Deep rothe are the most important livestock of the Underdark, serving as the primary animal resource to drow, duergar, svirfneblin, and orog societies. Life in the Underdark is harsh and cruel, and so access to food and animal resources are paramount to the survival and power of their societies. Deep rothe provide such resource in abundance and play a very central role in everyday life.

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I. Description of Deep Rothe

Deep rothe are a medium-height, shaggy-haired bovine species. An average grown deep rothe typically stands at about 4 feet tall. They have strong, heavily built and muscular bodies that are covered in thick coarse fur. Deep rothe fur is typically dark brown, charcoal or black, and is darker around their legs and underbelly. Deep rothe fur provides substantial protection to the cold of many Underdark caverns. Additionally, deep rothe are immune to the effects of spores, mold and fungi.

They have large, hunched shoulders, which suits them well for pushing through caverns and tight passages. Their large shoulder muscles provide robustness in their ability to haul heavy loads and to travel long distances.

They have notably short and heavy necks, which support large square muzzles with big nostrils that are well adapted for being able to smell faint air currents from great distances. Deep rothe have small and recessed eyes and have a keen sense of sight in both light and darkness. Contrary to popular myth, deep rothe are not light sensitive, and have better eyesight than many humanoid species, in addition to keen darkvision, which allows them to see upwards of 60 feet in complete darkness. Their eyes are typically yellow or pink.

Deep rothe have forward-curving horns. The horns are dense and ridged, with pronounced growth rings that show age. Their horns are typically two or three shades lighter than their fur and range from brown to light charcoal in colour. They use their horns defensively and have adapted to use them with precision after having survived in the Underdark for so long.

Their heavy cloven hooves allow them to grip stone surfaces and to traverse and climb uneven cavern floors. Their hooves are typically black or charcoal but can also be dark green. They have short and tufted tails, which are predominantly used for signaling. What makes deep rothe especially unique is their sense of communication and their magical abilities.

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II. Communication and Magical Abilities

A fact that seems to surprise many people is that deep rothe have magical abilities. Deep rothe can conjure small dancing lights, which they can use to communicate with each other, and is often used as a means of warning each other of danger.

Deep rothe communicate by emitting deep, low resonating bellows which can often be subsonic. These low bellows can travel long distances in caverns and can very gently shake stone and the wider environment, serving as a warning call to other deep rothe. Deep rothe have a strong sense of hearing and can interpret these low bellows from great distances and can also interpret the specific meaning of environmental vibrations.

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III. Behaviour and Temperament

Deep rothe are docile animals that are particularly peaceful, calm and non-aggresive. They are difficult to anger or provoke and will usually only attack when they feel it is necessary. Reports of deep rothe attacks are very rare, and usually only occur when mothers defend their young from attack. Due to their very strong senses and their overall disposition, deep rothe are difficult to startle or surprise.

Deep rothe spend most of their time grazing, resting or sleeping. They are not territorial and do not compete for food. They are herd animals that prefer to stay in tight groups. When isolated, a deep rothe can become distressed and will likely begin to bellow. They prefer to follow a lead rothe, which is typically a large and healthy rothe that is very familiar with most members of the herd.

While often mistakenly thought of stubborn, deep rothe are typically very subservient and compliant animals. Deep rothe have been domesticated through careful breeding by drow and duergar to be especially deferential to their lead rothe or to the master of the herd, which is one of the main reasons they have become the primary livestock of the Underdark.

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IV. Differences Between Deep Rothe and Surface Rothe

Deep rothe are smaller and lighter than surface rothe. The average deep rothe is around 4 feet tall, while a surface rothe can reach 5 feet or taller, and they usually weight between 650 to 750 and 850 to 950 pounds respectively. Despite the weight and height differences, deep rothe are much more muscular and compact in their build than surface rothe, and as a result, both species are often equal in strength and power.

Deep rothe have darker, shaggier hair which protects them from humidity and makes them immune to spores, mold and fungi. Surface rothe have longer, finer hair that is even more resistant to cold, as surface rothe tend to live in mountainous and snowy climates. While surface rothe have longer hair, deep rothe have thicker skin, which makes for stronger hide.

Surface rothe are mundane animals with no magical abilities, and have much duller senses than deep rothe, including duller senses of sight, hearing and vibrations. Thus, surface rothe are much more prone to being startled.

Surface rothe are notoriously stubborn and obstinate in their disposition, and while still being herd animals, are typically more independent than deep rothe. Their more willful nature is likely the reason why some mistakenly also describe deep rothe as stubborn. Surface rothe are known to be temperamental and willing to rush, stampede or attack if frightened, which is quite uncommon among deep rothe.

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V. Deep Rothe Husbandry

Deep rothe are typically herded in groups of 10 to 40. They are most commonly kept in cavern pens. These cavern pens are not just natural environments but are altered and engineered specifically to keep rothe. The pens are reconfigured through masonry to create separate areas for feeding, drinking, sleeping and handling. Cavern walls are generally smoothened for safety, while chokepoints are made for handling deep rothe by slaves, and jagged, sharp areas are made to keep rothe away. Drip-streams and aqueducts are made for drinking and for keeping pens humid. If a cavern pen is too cold, geothermal vents are used to keep the environment warm.

It is becoming increasingly common to herd deep rothe in open-air environments when their herds exceed more than 50 animals. Such is the case with sprawling, suburban pens that are located outside major metropolises. It is usually considered a grave mistake to keep rothe herded by wooden or stone pens when in the open air, as they might escape or destroy their barriers. Deep rothe are very strong, used to climbing rock, and are good at forcing their way through tight spaces, and so neither wooden nor stone barriers are likely to suffice. Instead, it is better to keep these bigger herds on peninsulas that are largely surrounded by water, with a singular well-fortified opening to reach them. Simiarly, another common practice is to keep deep rothe pens surrounded by watery moats. Deep rothe are heavy and compact and do not make for good swimmers, and so they avoid submerging themselves or jumping over water. Some herders even keep deep rothe on islands in the middle of lakes.

Deep rothe are grazers and spend a lot of their time eating. Their diet primarily consists of fungi, mushrooms, lichens, moss and other fungal bloom that thrive in humid environments. They are strict herbivores and will not eat flesh, even if starving.

They are light shedders and generally do not require trimming to maintain a healthy coat. Deep rothe hair is not especially useful for tailoring, as it is quite coarse, oily and the fibres do not brake evenly. Deep rothe do not require bathing and usually avoid water altogether.

Their submissive and docile temperaments have carefully and selectively been bred by drow and duergar herders, who continue to breed their rothe to be as subservient as possible. Young, boisterous deep rothe are highly encouraged to be culled. Duergar and svirfneblin also tend to breed their deep rothe to be smaller and more compact, some of which can be as wide or even wider as they are tall.

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VI. Deep Rothe and Their Bounties

Deep rothe are bred, maintained and slaughtered for a wide variety of reaons. They are the primary source of meat and protein for the majority of Underdark societies. They are compact with meat, and their meat is a dense, dark red and highly nutritious, particularly in iron. Meat from the belly can be quite fatty, and this tallow is often used in cooking or for making greases, oils, and lubricants. Deep rothe tallow is a popular alchemical ingredient used by svirfneblins.

Female deep rothe produce milk, which is thick, heavy and notably rich. It is by far the most popular source of milk in the Underdark. The taste of deep rothe milk is often described as somewhat tangy, due to their mushroom and fungi-filled diet. It is considered excellent for baking and is the primary ingredient for making cream or cheese in the Underdark.

The hides of deep rothe are tough and durable, making them popular hides for tanning and tailoring. Their hides are suitable for creating leather armour and other lather goods. Deep rothe leather is very commonly used by duergar, drow and orog leatherworkers.

Deep rothe waste is widely used as fertilizer and has been shown to be rather effective in fostering the growth of new plants and fungi. Their dung is also flammable and can be used as fuel or for making fires, and like their fat, is also used by svirfneblins in alchemy.

Deep rothe are used across the Underdark as beasts of burden, primarily as pack animals which carry food, equipment, weaponry and mercantile goods when traveling. Drow and orog armies are typically accompanied by dozens of deep rothe. For duergar, and to a lesser extent svirfneblins, deep rothe are an important source of labour in mining and agriculture, in addition to their mercantile endeavours, where they carry equipment or haul cargo. Drow and orogs tend to use slaves for such work in mines or in agriculture but may use deep rothe if they are short on slaves.

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Written by Valgloth Sh'yalva, 188 AR.
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Resignation; by Saslae Xun'viir

2025-11-22T20:19:09Z

Uagony: Created page with "I hearby resign from my duties and honors as a member of House Xun'viir. The reason for this is several fold; betrayals from within by unruly males have consistently been my downfall ... I've always been able to cooperate with the females of the House, but unfortunately the hot-bloodedness, and liberal views of the Matron and others females of the House toward the behavior of these males has left me frequently in an untennable situation throughout my time in service to H..."

I hearby resign from my duties and honors as a member of House Xun'viir. The reason for this is several fold; betrayals from within by unruly males have consistently been my downfall ... I've always been able to cooperate with the females of the House, but unfortunately the hot-bloodedness, and liberal views of the Matron and others females of the House toward the behavior of these males has left me frequently in an untennable situation throughout my time in service to House Xun'viir.

I intend, fully to maintain all other rites, and responsibilities to Andunor, and old friends, but after directly confronting the allies who started these conflicts, I was, again, abandoned to stand in the wake of their crimes. I'm frankly exhausted with this. A person of my ability, and my intelligence has better things to do with her time and her money than to clean up after male drow. Duvain, and Callum D'Amico, The Harbinger both stood present as I sign this resignation and are aware of my intentions in Andunor, and outside it.

I hearby denounce Jhaamdath Xun'viir (deceased), denounce Lavok Xun'viir for betraying me, (unknown status), and denounce Matron Ilphaeryl Xun'viir for her absentee-ism in the face of these difficulties, and resign from House Xun'viir in protest and disgust.

But most of all? My ire is for Selakiir Xun'viir, who I blame near entire for this episode, and the curses I have for him, I will keep in my black Erinyes heart until the day it ceases beating.

Day 28, Month 6 (Kythorn), 176 AR

Saslae Xun'viir
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Miraculous Deliverance by ''Tandy Centpeg''

2025-11-22T19:56:54Z

Uagony: Created page with "Just as our brave reporter was about to selflessly get BANISHED into the FRIGID LIMBO herself to get an interview with the Banished Heroine, a miracle occurred! Matron Vavalsir'oan entered the Colosseum safe and sound! HOWEVER, the situation develops rather rapidly, JUST AS OUR REPORTING IS WRITING THESE WORDS - MATRON GOES MISSING AGAIN, RIGHT BEFORE OUR EYES! (talk about emotional rollercoaster, whatever that is) The Chaos Witch responsible for the previous banishme..."

Just as our brave reporter was about to selflessly get BANISHED into the FRIGID LIMBO herself to get an interview with the Banished Heroine, a miracle occurred!

Matron Vavalsir'oan entered the Colosseum safe and sound!

HOWEVER, the situation develops rather rapidly, JUST AS OUR REPORTING IS WRITING THESE WORDS - MATRON GOES MISSING AGAIN, RIGHT BEFORE OUR EYES! (talk about emotional rollercoaster, whatever that is)

The Chaos Witch responsible for the previous banishment denies any involvement. AND JUST as our reporter is WRITING THESE WORDS, Matron V. returns again! [[[OOC: probably just a relogin]]]

"If that spell never gets cast on me ever again, it'd be to soon.." stated Matron upon her FIRST return.

"It's a non-issue, really" defiantly states the brave Matron upon the request for a commentary regarding the whole affair.

"No one that is dumb enough to kill me would be smart enough to do something like that.." stated the assassination plot (or alleged "innocent tragedy") survivor

Regarding the means of the miraculous salvation Matron Vavalsir'oan stated:

"I don't beleive it was a divine intervention, probably the ley weakening or a miscalculation in the duration of the spell from the weave"

As a side note from our reported, with all respect to the banishing abilities of the Chaos Witch in question, the term 'miscalculation' can be hardly applicable, as no calculation seems to be taking place to begin with!

At any rate, as exhausted Matron is met by the worried members of her House, our reporter humbly gives way and room for the long-awaited reunion of the shaken House-mates.

As we can see, strange things happen in this world and... we are obviously still to make conclusions from the story and think of lessons it teaches us. Luckily it is not the Guldorand Herald's job to think for you, our job is to deliver the factual information as it is and as soon as possible!

11.7.184 AR, 11:45

Day 7, Month 11 (Uktar), 184 AR (1384 DR)

<nowiki>''Tandy Centpeg''</nowiki>
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Tragic accident or elaborate plot? Matron gets banished to Limbo by ''Tandy Centpeg''

2025-11-22T19:54:34Z

Uagony: Created page with "ONGOING EVENT: Melee-Magthere Gathering turns into a rescue mission as Matron Vavalsir'oan is banished to frigid limbo by a rogue Chaos Mage. During the heat of training fight earlier this cycle well respected Matron Vavalsir'oan was banished into a pocket dimension maze and hasn't been returned to us so far. Other participants have been sent to her aid, only to be returned back safely soon empty-handed . Magick doesn't work in the boreal maze and attunement potions..."

ONGOING EVENT:

Melee-Magthere Gathering turns into a rescue mission as Matron Vavalsir'oan is banished to frigid limbo by a rogue Chaos Mage.

During the heat of training fight earlier this cycle well respected Matron Vavalsir'oan was banished into a pocket dimension maze and hasn't been returned to us so far.

Other participants have been sent to her aid, only to be returned back safely soon empty-handed .

Magick doesn't work in the boreal maze and attunement potions apparently had no effect either.

But what was it? A tragick accident during the innocent sparring session or a deliberate and insidious assassintation plot.

Here is what the Chaos Witch suspected in carrying out the banishment says:

"I DON'T KNOW! THIS DIDN'T HAPPEN BEFORE! STOP TRYING TO MAKE THIS WORSE!"

The alleged peretrator denies any criminal intent.

Of course as a trustworthy news agency we are not at liberty of making any conlcusions for You, dear Reader

We will live it up to You whether to trust these claims. Meanwhile as the situation continues to develop our reporter continues her investigation.

11.7.184 AR 9:45 Devil's Table Colloseum!

Day 7, Month 11 (Uktar), 184 AR (1384 DR)

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Matron Faeris Xun’vir (Statue)

2025-11-02T19:39:27Z

Uagony: Created page with "A dark marble statue of a regal Ilythiiri Matron stands tall with her chin held high. She wears a masterwork forged adamantine battle plate armor of a hardened warlord veteran, with high pauldrons protecting her shoulders and neck, a chest plate, gauntlets, and armored boots. Her legs are exposed above the boots, showing muscular obsidian-skinned thighs of an Ilythiiri female. Draped between her legs a thin cloth hangs low, she wears a belt with pouches and sheathed weap..."

A dark marble statue of a regal Ilythiiri Matron stands tall with her chin held high. She wears a masterwork forged adamantine battle plate armor of a hardened warlord veteran, with high pauldrons protecting her shoulders and neck, a chest plate, gauntlets, and armored boots. Her legs are exposed above the boots, showing muscular obsidian-skinned thighs of an Ilythiiri female. Draped between her legs a thin cloth hangs low, she wears a belt with pouches and sheathed weapons, potion vials, and a scroll case.

Her cloak hangs from her shoulders and billows as she seems to be moving forward at a brisk pace, one leg in front of the other. Her garments are that of a noble Matron, woven with expert tailoring, but have stood the test of time, and the bottom of her cloak is tattered and frayed.

She carries a tall shield of adamantine and wields a blade with seemingly a dark aura. The shield has surely blocked countless foes, and the blade slain just as many. Her hair is at shoulder length, her face proud and with youthful features, despite being older than many younger Ilythiiri kin. Her presence is that of elegance and grace, with a mature wisdom and confident air about her.

This is a warlord, a leader, the exemplar Matron of her people. And she knows it.

“[Xanalress]: Vote for Imperatrix of the Temple, Matron Faeris of House Xun’vir for the Devils Table.”
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Devil in the Details (Painting)

2025-11-02T19:36:17Z

Uagony: Created page with "At the center of the composition stands a shadowy chamber, its walls adorned with arcane sigils that seem to writhe with sinister energy. The atmosphere is heavy with an air of tension and malevolence, as the devils and drow gather around a table that is etched with runes of binding and promises. On one side of the table, the devils manifest as grotesque figures, horns protruding from their heads, leathery wings folded behind them, and eyes that burn with infernal fire...."

At the center of the composition stands a shadowy chamber, its walls adorned with arcane sigils that seem to writhe with sinister energy. The atmosphere is heavy with an air of tension and malevolence, as the devils and drow gather around a table that is etched with runes of binding and promises.

On one side of the table, the devils manifest as grotesque figures, horns protruding from their heads, leathery wings folded behind them, and eyes that burn with infernal fire. Their presence exudes an aura of maleficence, their forms contorted with the promise of treacherous bargains.

On the other side sit the drow from House Freth, their elegance and intrigue contrasting starkly with the devils. Dressed in garments of rich, dark silks, the drow exude an aura of calculated confidence. Their features are adorned with subtle smiles and narrowed eyes, revealing a mix of ambition and cunning as they engage in the sinister negotiation.

Between the two parties rests a contract; a parchment filled with meticulously scribed clauses and oaths. It is a pact that binds their fates together, a deal that intertwines the desires of devils and drow in an unholy alliance. The contract is adorned with dark ink, seemingly drawn from the very essence of shadows, and it radiates an aura of mystical significance.

The lighting in the painting is dim and sinister, casting eerie shadows that dance across the faces of those assembled. Candles flicker with an otherworldly glow, casting distorted elongated shadows that seem to mirror the intentions of those present.

The artist’s signature lies in loopy cursive in the bottom right corner of the piece: P. FROGMORTON.
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Collected Writings: To Leave a City of Feylight

2025-11-02T19:26:59Z

Uagony:

Deep black cover, it intermittently shines with the glowing pattern of fae lights or stars.

=== Foreword by Anonymous ===
Of who we are; are we made into what we are or born that way? Are we a series of choices refined and shaped into the very art of who are? How bound and defined are we at birth? Perhaps it is some mixture? But a greater question than this?

Does any of it matter?

Sculpted into our desired form or natural, it does not change the immutable fact of what one is. How much was always there and how much was chosen to be made?

Life is a mixture of lies and truth. And even should one see the truth before them, bias and knowledge clouds and distorts it causing each to have their own view of what truly exists. So too is this story. A lovely mix of truth, lies, my own experience and bias to give hopefully insight to a bit of what life can be like in a city so very far away.

Day 6, Month 3 (Ches), 183 AR (1383 DR)

Anonymous

=== Chapter I - Foretold by Anonymous ===
A babe was raised, over the varying patterns of blood and gem dust below. A subtle wind stirring them about before the small circle of adults leaned in. Small gasps filled the cavernous room, dispelling the former silence as several spoke up.

"Now this one will be brilliant. So full of potential."

"Truly a sight to behold, a prodigy."

An older woman spoke softly in hushed tones,"Add them immediately to the list of children to be admitted for magical studies."

The group dipped their heads in reverence to her before passing off the child to a set of drow standing close by. Even the dim lighting could not hide the proud expressions upon their faces as they departed the house of Auguries.

A small head poked forth from the stalagmite house. White, shoulder-length hair fluxing in color from the ever dancing fey lights; their displays a myriad of vibrancy and shapes. Her wiry body followed, clad in blacks and blues, only a slender silvery necklace to stand out from her dark skin.

"Iymaryn!"

The drow girl refocused from the brilliant fires to the approaching figure. A similar age and stature but longer hair. Hands pointedly on her hips as she stared down the short haired girl.

"You're going to be late staring off at the fey lights again!"

Iymaryn brushed back some locks from her face, "Oh, Baelinth. It- there still should be time yet."

"Not if you want a good seat." the long haired girl huffed.

They both turned, nimbly ambling their way along the thin stone walkways, a delicate web of passages around the many stone formed homes until they entered one quite a sight larger. The metallic door opened, permitting them both into the gathering of young drow.

The large hall loomed lit with the brightest blue fey fire. A distinguished headmaster stood, raised platform permitting him easy oversight of the multitude of young drow gathered. His robes and grimoire proudly worn. A deep breath is drawn before addressing them,"Today, you all begin lessons, these are meant to prepare you for adult life soon to come. Those of you with promise may join the ranks of the various schools here. Your auguries have foretold potential at birth, but now we will truly see the potential. Or lack thereof."

The hall briefly fidgeted into whispers before once more the commanding tone strove above it, "This is when we see how many of you may rise to exalted statuses. There is afterall no greater ability than those that wield the weave. Strive to learn, strive to take your place high amongst this city. You will all be taken to classes and later instructors for teaching and evaluation." A snap of his fingers and the doors lining the hall opened, as magical bubbles surrounded each child, guiding them into their assigned room.

Iymaryn glanced up from her small but well prepared desk. The floor of the room sloped, giving a perfect view of the teacher. Her white hair was drawn back elegantly into a bun. The purple, shimmering robes swished as her tall figure glided around the focused area.

"Welcome all, this will be your introduction to the art of magic and the beginning of the road to see each of your potentials.?" Her eyes scanned, piercing the gaze of every student in turn. "I am Mal'shalee, a wizard in the school of divination. Now to begin at the basics."

Day 6, Month 3 (Ches), 183 AR (1383 DR)

Anonymous

=== Chapter II - Worth by Anonymous ===
"Nothing? Nothing at all?" A wizened man incredulously peered over the shoulder of a teenager. "How many years has it been since you started your studies?"

Imyaryn paused gazing out over the scattered books and varying spell components. "The same length of time as most."

His white brow arched in vexation, "So why keep trying?"

She slowly shook her head, "I'm not the one that asks to keep trying. It is from disbelief that many have been tasked with attempts over and over."

"So I've heard. Comprehension of all the theory, and yet. Failure to touch the weave."

"Yes. Thank you for your time." As her steps resounded through the great empty hall as behind her the mess sorted and cleaned itself magically. The man's aged head shook in her departed direction.

The fey lights brilliance burned lower to indicate the hours of less activity. Weaving her way through the softly lit, winding footpaths she stood still a moment beside a contraption of skulls and teeth levitating in grand display. Her step held a moment, before proceeding with heightened haste down into the city.

At the end of her path a domed building stood, lit in blazing blue flames. The great stone doors scraped against the earthen floor, as two bulky guards shifted them closed. "Please, wait!" Iymaryn?s hand outreached pleadingly towards the swiftly closing doors.

One turned agitatedly before an aged voice echoed from within. "Permit her in. This is a guest I've been awaiting."

Reluctantly the doors were parted enough to open passage, before solidly shutting behind Iymaryn. Of all the rooms branching off the main circular entry, only one was casting off vibrant rays of light.

"Well, do come in. Endless Reflections."

She stopped cold as the elderly voice spoke her name, but specifically spoken to highlight the meaning. "Surprised? I like to keep track of all the auguries I perform, child. You are no different. Now do come in."

Hesitantly Iymaryn spoke up, her voice ringing in the near silence. "I came to try and meet Mal'shalee. About the failed attempts."

The color-shifting fey lights bathed the octagonal room in an undulating light. The scent of incense lingered in the air, a reminder of the many rituals held upon the rock hewn floor. The figure gnarled with age stood commandingly near the center. "Ah yes. The attempts to harness the weave. I am Tin'afay, the overseer of auguries and elder in the school of divination. Speak to me in place of Mal'shalee."

"I am here to request that the trials of my ability cease. They are of benefit to no one. Not once in these eight years have I felt the weave."

Metal resounded against stone as Tin'afey struck her staff tip commandingly upon the floor. "We know what was seen. You hold great capability still."

"What if the potential seen was not to use the weave?" The two figures stood opposed as Iymaryn's quiet words fled, leaving only the faint crackle of flames.

A trail of scarlet paint followed swiftly after the brush. Imaryn ceased examination of her work as a tall female strode through the store showroom directly to her. Exasperation laced every word as she scowled, "Iymaryn! What is this I hear of you no longer studying? Surely you can't settle for a life like this?"

Iymaryn set aside the runic painted disk, "I'm to serve in the Divination school library. Eventually as a loremaster should I prove myself. Why does it matter so, Baelinth?"

Baelinth's voice flared in indignation, "That'll never amount to what you were supposed to be or overcome your reputation. The bad luck charm of hopeful wizards. The girl who doesn't have expressions. I still remember catching you trying to make a smile in the mirror, have you forgotten?"

"No. I'm simply seeking the knowledge I desire to find."

"Only knowledge is worthless. You'll never amount to anything! How could you just give up on everything."

Tense stillness hung in the air until a slap reverberated in the air. Baelinth lowered her hand as she turned to go. Her voice however was broken and quiet,"You were supposed to be so much."

Iymaryn's hand gingerly touched the mark left upon her cheek before returning once more to her quiet ring making.

Day 6, Month 3 (Ches), 183 AR (1383 DR)

Anonymous

=== Chapter III - Dream by Anonymous ===
The book spines slid familiarly beneath her fingertips as Iymaryn slotted each into their allotted placement. Her path wove through the bookshelf maze, she stopped at a paper logging away some list of titles before leaving through the massive doors. They creaked after her as she stepped into the faerie fire light, the glow of vibrant color contrasting deeply to the darkened labyrinth of books left behind.

This cycle her steps took her through the heart of the city. Various figures breezed by with spells, caring not for the slender paths of stone beneath them. Trade wagons and bands traversed down the central pillar, the raucous noise as they progressed to the bazaar announcing the influx of goods and trade this cycle.

Iymaryn eventually broke off from this grouping of people, reaching an unloading band of mismatched many. Half-orcs, humans, halflings and dwarves all intermingled to create this motley group. A great broad man stood squarely in the middle of this bustling hive directing the various tasks of unloading. He called out to Iymaryn as she approached.

"Oi, Iymaryn. How ye doing on yer goal?"

She joined him in the calm center ring, "Not as quick as I would like, Reinhard. But safe passage isn't cheap as we both know."

"No, certainly not to smuggle ye around. How bloody long has it been since ye found me?" He crossed his great arms, crisscross scars telling a tale of much fighting as his progressively white hair told of many years. His eyes carried a steely yet amused glint.

"Hm, twenty years or so? I won't have enough to pay to leave for some time though. Maybe another seventy years?"

Reinhard guffawed, "Long enough I'll be long into the ground. Tell ye what, got this for ye lass."

Iymaryn starred a long moment at the parchment handed her, "This is-"

His deep voice cut her off "May not be long before ye deal with my son. He's an ambitious lad, good with the trade. A pride and joy o' mine. That paper is good to try and keep our agreement through him one day."

"I'll make sure I keep my end of the bargain. Do you have any work for me this trip?"

"Oh I sure do." The great man smiled warmly while guiding the drow woman towards an official looking open tent.

As she left the bazaar, she carried with her a bag. Fewer walked or even flew in the passages, an hour seemingly late in the cycle even for a forever lit city. The lanterns illuminated the quiet workshop as Iymaryn laid out various components. She unfolded a paper, glancing at it and her materials before tucking it away.

The door of the shop suddenly clattered open, admitting in a slender drow woman who beelined straight to another workstation She grasped a bracelet triumphantly before incredulously noting the lights and then Iymaryn. "Whatever are you doing here at this hour?!"

"I could ask you the same, but it seems your lost bracelet was found, Nylwae. Just work for me."

Nylwae marched herself over and began scrutinizing the spread of items organized upon the countertop. "What do you even do when you're not here or at the library? You're so quiet."

Iymaryn began shaping an amulet as she spoke, "I listen, observe the many traders that come through."

Nylwae's face scrunched in exasperated disgust, "But why? That doesn't do anything for you unless they have some use. Like- I met this human and he thinks we might be able to figure out my way to magic. Then I'll be part of a school and the elite of the city." She cut off as she watched Iymaren with her steady work before sharply cutting in, "Why don't you seek out power from magic? You know so much and he says most everyone can connect to the weave. You can't even get high paying work with your reputation as is."

"Tried for six years with so many tutors. I try on my own every now and then but it amounts to nothing. Not even a simple spell like light."

"Well I guess if you want to give up. But I'm going to become so much more! I'll leave this place behind. Dark Cycles, Iymaren." The door shut in place behind the ruffled trail of her elegant dress, leaving the place nearly silent once more except for subtle sounds of Iymaryn's craft.

Day 6, Month 3 (Ches), 183 AR (1383 DR)

Anonymous

=== Chapter IV - Breaking by Anonymous ===
Iymaryn's held breath was slowly exhaled as she examined the document in her hands. Her steps quickly retread through the city to the bazaar. Past the various traders, mixes of faces past and newer to this cavern of trade. Within the motley crew circle stood a man young of features, his directing stopped as she approached.

"You-"

"Yes, me." Iymaryn offered forth the document alongside one other she pulled from her bag, this one was aged yet well kept.

He stared over the pages, spellbound by them. "From my great-grandfather, I was told of this but.."

"But you did not actually expect someone to actually have been working for so very long on this. I did meet him when his hair was already graying, otherwise it would have been likely to come from your grandfather. Will you fulfill it?"

Their gaze held, before he gave an affirmative nod. "I, Armond, will fulfill this contract. We head where you ask to go. Leave with us on the final day of Ches. There are some cycles before then."

"Thank you, I will be here."

The door to a small abode swung open as Iymaryn entered. The unornamented room seemed barely lived in. Her slim bag filled quickly with what few belongings existed. Her gaze wandered around the tiny place before she departed from it, closing the door. Her path took her past the art workshop, she peered in at the many working away but her former station was left pristine and empty. At the end of her walk she stepped into the great library she had known so very long. She pulled from a pouch a magically runed stone which she slid across the counter to the other woman behind it. There was only a nod between the librarians before she left, great doors closing behind her with finality.

The motley group was already seemingly close to packing up all their goods as she approached. The young leader gave an affirmative nod as she joined them, "We leave soon."

"I'm ready."

The wagons already began their ascent, up the Z'orr'bauth, about halfway up the great pillar, another procession was occurring. Many in the higher echelons of society were proceeding to a gala. The grandeur of every person, even servants, spoke to a likely highlight of the year. Baelinth and Nylwae floated in glittering finery. Baelinth caught Iymaren's gaze for the briefest of moments before refocusing back to their stunningly different worlds.

The traders wound upwards for so very long until the exit cavern became apparent. Armond glanced to her as they stepped out of the city leaving the fey lights for darkness and bustling city for caverns of silence. "Have you ever been out here?"

"No. That is what I paid you for, to see much I have not."

He nodded as he began ordering the various parts of the caravan to prepare for the long road ahead.

Day 6, Month 3 (Ches), 183 AR (1383 DR)

Anonymous

=== Chapter V - Darkness by Anonymous ===
All encompassing darkness, stark in contrast to the always faelit city. Wheels rolled along in this world filled with shapes rather than color. So passed many cycles following along roads clearly well trod, change was small and so they seemed to meld one to the other. It was along this road they traveled, but subtle sounds grew around them. Tension filled the camp as watches grew even more in priority. The few caravans on this route opted to stay closer together creating a long chain of wagons.

Circled defensively, the rationing of food sometimes lively before was covered in gloom. Iymaryn ate at something dried as Armond spoke up, "Tense area to be in. Mind flayers, beholders. Never can let your guard down in this area."

She nodded in affirmation, "Is part of why paying for something like this is so expensive."

"Well yes, it is. But also I was wondering, why do it?"

She turned her gaze to him, "Why trade in different cities? Because of the diversity of goods. Why learn in other places? The diversity of knowledge."

He considered for a moment, "I suppose so. But Sshamath seems so diverse already."

"It can seem that way. But there are limits. Knowledge isn?t known for knowledge, it is known for power. You should be wary too, those not of my kind can only go so far."

"Oh? What makes you say that?"

"Quite some time ago a human helped a drow find her connection to the weave, she moved up in rank so quickly leaving that trader behind. Seems like he might have felt something for her. He was found dead in the ghetto, so much blood lost his body was like an empty husk."

Her words hung in the near silence of the gathered, however it dissipated as yells pierced the darkness. Iymaryn fled into a wagon as the sounds of clashing steel and spells reverberated in the open cavern. It was some time before the yells and cries eased, the wagons rolled in haste once more to leave that place.

Despite the tension of some cycles, no more attacks cut through the darkness as the journey continued. Upwards they rolled along the sloped stone and earth. The environment subtly changed, till they stopped. She exited the wagon to find them parked before a gaping hole. But rather than to another cave it was almost as though it left this world for another. The wind whispered through leaves and bushes. Far off distant lights shone from some small town. Iymaryn stepped through, ceiling no longer above her, the starlight rained down. She lifted her gaze to the starry sky dancing with so many lights. She left these new visions to return to camp, where the next part of smuggling her to other parts of this new world would begin.

Written by Elennei Sh'yalva

AR 183

My thanks to Truggug, without the inspiration of your stories this tale possibly never would have been told. Whether you return or stay at rest, know you were a source of inspiration. One of the greatest gifts one can give.

Day 6, Month 3 (Ches), 183 AR (1383 DR)

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Collected Writings: To Leave a City of Feylight

2025-11-02T19:26:25Z

Uagony: Created page with " Deep black cover, it intermittently shines with the glowing pattern of fae lights or stars. === Foreword by Anonymous === Of who we are; are we made into what we are or born that way? Are we a series of choices refined and shaped into the very art of who are? How bound and defined are we at birth? Perhaps it is some mixture? But a greater question than this? Does any of it matter? Sculpted into our desired form or natural, it does not change the immutable fact of wh..."

Ilhar’s Druidic Seal (Fixture)

2025-11-02T18:27:49Z

Uagony: Created page with "Each rune is carved deep into the bedrock, the gouges filled with molten Euklian Clay that cooled into a glassy, translucent substance the color of dried blood and amber. Beneath this surface, faint motes of light drift and swirl – not unlike insects trapped in resin, giving the illusion of motion beneath stillness. The runes are composed of interlocking spirals, roots, and branching lines that mirror both mycelial networks and fault lines in stone. They twist and for..."

Each rune is carved deep into the bedrock, the gouges filled with molten Euklian Clay that cooled into a glassy, translucent substance the color of dried blood and amber. Beneath this surface, faint motes of light drift and swirl – not unlike insects trapped in resin, giving the illusion of motion beneath stillness.

The runes are composed of interlocking spirals, roots, and branching lines that mirror both mycelial networks and fault lines in stone. They twist and fork, creating patterns that look almost chaotic until viewed from above – where they resolve into an immense, symmetrical mandala of containment, centered on the slumbering elemental.

At a distance, the runes glow with pale green bioluminescence, but up close their hues shift – amber, ochre, violet, and dull silver, as if reacting to proximity and presence. When someone steps too near with hostility or unbound magic, the light deepens into crimson, and a faint rumble vibrates through the soles of the feet.

When the candles flare, the runes respond in kind – their glow spreading outward like a ripple through water, each sigil singing a low, resonant tone that blends into a subterranean chorus. The sound is not heard with the ears but felt through the bones. Those sensitive to druidic energy claim the runes whisper words in Ternan, the tongue of the ear elementals: “Rest. Yield. Remember stillness.”
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Urgent! Stop mining around Tollidor by Velolin Virak

2025-11-02T18:19:54Z

Uagony: Created page with "_________________________________ From the Desk of Matron Velolin Virak House Virak, From Ruin, We Rise _________________________________ To the entirety of the City of Andunor, An ancient earth elemental has been roused and has been causing damage from simply moving around the location of Tollidor. Until this situation is handled no mining or gathering of rock or ores in this area should take place until it has been handled. Do not anger or harm the Elemental loc..."

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From the Desk of Matron Velolin Virak

House Virak, From Ruin, We Rise

_________________________________

To the entirety of the City of Andunor,

An ancient earth elemental has been roused and has been causing damage from simply moving around the location of Tollidor.

Until this situation is handled no mining or gathering of rock or ores in this area should take place until it has been handled. Do not anger or harm the Elemental located there. Do not act to influence it if you have to travel there in the short term.

This elemental has claimed to be a Pillar that holds parts of the local cavern system together. If you disrupt it you may cause damage that cannot be repaired.

In alliance and vigilance,

Velolin Virak

Matron of House Virak

Keeper of the Red Tower

Day 26, Month 10 (Marpenoth (Leafall)), 187 AR (1387 DR)

Velolin Virak
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The Fall of House Renor’Orbben and Other Tragedies (Altar Ensemble)

2025-11-01T01:02:33Z

Uagony:

=== Replica “The Fall of House Renor’Orbben and Other Tragedies” (Left) ===
The Fall of House Renor’Orbben begins on the left face of the altar and depicts a slender, naked drowess cavorting and careering in a meadow beneath the full moon. Her scandalous nudity is largely censored by the name “Myryl Renor’Orbben” carved over her bare form. In a similar fashion, the image of the moon has been captioned with the name “Eilistraee.” Finally, if the implications of the scene were not enough, the artist has added a plaque to obliterate any ambiguity.

'''[Xanalaess]:''' ''The Third Daughter Myryl betrays Lolth and consorts with Eilistraee.''

While each element of the original is present, it’s not the same. Something is different. Something is wrong.

=== Replica “The Fall of House Renor’Orbben and Other Tragedies (Back)” ===
The second triptych is confined exclusively to the naked granite on the altar’s rear.

The left-most of the granite panels shows two almost identical shaggy-haired male drow males bounding up the steps to a Temple. The slightly shorter of the pair carries a giant globe while his taller kin carries a thorny looking chair. Rather than a plaque, the scene’s caption has been inscribed directly onto the granite:

'''[Xanalaess]:''' ''Baven and Szordrin arrive at Lolth’s temple with true tribute.''

The middle scene depicts a regal drowess who might be Matron Mother Faerz’Orbben, scratched above her head. She stands with both the giant globe and thorny chair on either side of her. With one hand she strokes the chair’s backrest affectionately while with the other she plunges a flaming sword into the globe. The caption below explains it thusly:

'''[Xanalaess]:''' ''The Great Map is martyred to spare House Sh'yalva.''

The right-most panel sees Elkynra opening the door of an imposing mansion to the shaggy-haired drow duo. The taller carries the splintered remains of the giant globe. The shorter, meanwhile, drags an altar after him. The caption has this to say on the matter:

'''[Xanalaess]:''' ''The unquestionably reverent Elkynra grants sanctuary to House Sh'yalva. An act he would never go on to regret.''

Beneath this last caption is a crest: a male drow in the fetal position as an avalanche of rocks, rothe, and wagon wheels cascade around him.

While each element of the original is present, a certain urgency and vibrance have been lost. The innate spirit of the piece is missing or faded. It’s just not the same.

=== Replica “The Fall of House Renor’Orbben and Other Tragedies (Right)” ===
Much like the dancer depicted on the altar’s left side, the triptych now leaps gracefully to the altar’s right face to continue its narrative. Myryl Renor’Orbben returns, though this time her nudity is replaced by a ludicrous number of shackles and chains. Standing off and to the right, Elkynra Renor’Orbben points at her accusingly with a merchant’s scales. The scales are depicted with a ritual dagger on the heavier plate and an upside down spider on the lighter. Behind Elkynra, a kneeling Matron Sadre’van Renor’Orbben weeps barbed vines. While each character is hardly more detailed than a silhouette, the artist continues their noble tradition of simply carving each individual’s name over the top of them. As with the left side, the explanatory plaque returns:

'''[Xanalaess]:''' ''Myryl is remonstrated by the unquestionably devout Elkynra Renor’Orbben. Matron Sadre’van Renor’Orbben laments her shortsightedness.''

While each element of the original is present, a certain urgency and vibrance have been lost. The innate spirit of the piece is missing, or faded. It’s just not the same.

=== Replica “The Fall of House Renor’Orbben and Other Tragedies (Front)” ===
The great triptych’s final act falls upon the altar’s front. It is almost entirely dominated by an exultant, order-like Lolth, carved so skillfully that she seems ready to leap from the obsidian. Unlike the other characters in this saga that have their names branded upon them, the artist has gone to great pains rendering Lolth’s likeness so that it speaks for itself. Occasionally a live spider rappels down from her cruel, cackling lips and skitters off in search of quarry. Almost as an afterthought, Myryl’s story concludes in the arches between Lolth’s many chitinous legs. In one of these gaps, Elkynra can be seen cutting Myryl’s throat as she kneels before a shrine. In another gap, Matron Sadre’van drives a dagger into her own heart as she lays on a bed of nails. Behind her, a building burns. A third plaque offers its own thoughts on the scene:

'''[Xanalaess]:''' ''The pious Elkynra slays the traitor Myryl. Matron Sadre’van Renor’Orbben terminates both her house and her life.''

The innate spirit of the piece is missing or faded. It’s just not the same.
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The Fall of House Renor’Orbben and Other Tragedies (Altar Ensemble)

2025-11-01T01:01:50Z

Uagony:

=== Replica “The Fall of House Renor’Orbben and Other Tragedies” (Left) ===
The Fall of House Renor’Orbben begins on the left face of the altar and depicts a slender, naked drowess cavorting and careering in a meadow beneath the full moon. Her scandalous nudity is largely censored by the name “Myryl Renor’Orbben” carved over her bare form. In a similar fashion, the image of the moon has been captioned with the name “Eilistraee.” Finally, if the implications of the scene were not enough, the artist has added a plaque to obliterate any ambiguity.

'''[Xanalaess]:''' ''The Third Daughter Myryl betrays Lolth and consorts with Eilistraee.''

While each element of the original is present, it’s not the same. Something is different. Something is wrong.

=== Replica “The Fall of House Renor’Orbben and Other Tragedies (Back)” ===
The second triptych is confined exclusively to the naked granite on the altar’s rear.

The left-most of the granite panels shows two almost identical shaggy-haired male drow males bounding up the steps to a Temple. The slightly shorter of the pair carries a giant globe while his taller kin carries a thorny looking chair. Rather than a plaque, the scene’s caption has been inscribed directly onto the granite:

'''[Xanalaess]:''' ''Baven and Szordrin arrive at Lolth’s temple with true tribute.''

The middle scene depicts a regal drowess who might be Matron Mother Faerz’Orbben, scratched above her head. She stands with both the giant globe and thorny chair on either side of her. With one hand she strokes the chair’s backrest affectionately while with the other she plunges a flaming sword into the globe. The caption below explains it thusly:

'''[Xanalaess]:''' ''The Great Map is martyred to spare House Shiyalva.''

The right-most panel sees Elkynra opening the door of an imposing mansion to the shaggy-haired drow duo. The taller carries the splintered remains of the giant globe. The shorter, meanwhile, drags an altar after him. The caption has this to say on the matter:

'''[Xanalaess]:''' ''The unquestionably reverent Elkynra grants sanctuary to House Shiyalva. An act he would never go on to regret.''

Beneath this last caption is a crest: a male drow in the fetal position as an avalanche of rocks, rothe, and wagon wheels cascade around him.

While each element of the original is present, a certain urgency and vibrance have been lost. The innate spirit of the piece is missing or faded. It’s just not the same.

=== Replica “The Fall of House Renor’Orbben and Other Tragedies (Right)” ===
Much like the dancer depicted on the altar’s left side, the triptych now leaps gracefully to the altar’s right face to continue its narrative. Myryl Renor’Orbben returns, though this time her nudity is replaced by a ludicrous number of shackles and chains. Standing off and to the right, Elkynra Renor’Orbben points at her accusingly with a merchant’s scales. The scales are depicted with a ritual dagger on the heavier plate and an upside down spider on the lighter. Behind Elkynra, a kneeling Matron Sadre’van Renor’Orbben weeps barbed vines. While each character is hardly more detailed than a silhouette, the artist continues their noble tradition of simply carving each individual’s name over the top of them. As with the left side, the explanatory plaque returns:

'''[Xanalaess]:''' ''Myryl is remonstrated by the unquestionably devout Elkynra Renor’Orbben. Matron Sadre’van Renor’Orbben laments her shortsightedness.''

While each element of the original is present, a certain urgency and vibrance have been lost. The innate spirit of the piece is missing, or faded. It’s just not the same.

=== Replica “The Fall of House Renor’Orbben and Other Tragedies (Front)” ===
The great triptych’s final act falls upon the altar’s front. It is almost entirely dominated by an exultant, order-like Lolth, carved so skillfully that she seems ready to leap from the obsidian. Unlike the other characters in this saga that have their names branded upon them, the artist has gone to great pains rendering Lolth’s likeness so that it speaks for itself. Occasionally a live spider rappels down from her cruel, cackling lips and skitters off in search of quarry. Almost as an afterthought, Myryl’s story concludes in the arches between Lolth’s many chitinous legs. In one of these gaps, Elkynra can be seen cutting Myryl’s throat as she kneels before a shrine. In another gap, Matron Sadre’van drives a dagger into her own heart as she lays on a bed of nails. Behind her, a building burns. A third plaque offers its own thoughts on the scene:

'''[Xanalaess]:''' ''The pious Elkynra slays the traitor Myryl. Matron Sadre’van Renor’Orbben terminates both her house and her life.''

The innate spirit of the piece is missing or faded. It’s just not the same.
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The Fall of House Renor’Orbben and Other Tragedies (Altar Ensemble)

2025-11-01T00:57:41Z

Uagony: Created page with "=== Replica “The Fall of House Renor’Orbben and Other Tragedies” (Left) === The Fall of House Renor’Orbben begins on the left face of the altar and depicts a slender, naked drowess cavorting and careering in a meadow beneath the full moon. Her scandalous nudity is largely censored by the name “Myryl Renor’Orbben” carved over her bare form. In a similar fashion, the image of the moon has been captioned with the name “Eilistraee.” Finally, if the implicat..."

=== Replica “The Fall of House Renor’Orbben and Other Tragedies” (Left) ===
The Fall of House Renor’Orbben begins on the left face of the altar and depicts a slender, naked drowess cavorting and careering in a meadow beneath the full moon. Her scandalous nudity is largely censored by the name “Myryl Renor’Orbben” carved over her bare form. In a similar fashion, the image of the moon has been captioned with the name “Eilistraee.” Finally, if the implications of the scene were not enough, the artist has added a plaque to obliterate any ambiguity.

'''[Xanalaess]:''' ''The Third Daughter Myryl betrays Lolth and consorts with Eilistraee.''

While each element of the original is present, it’s not the same. Something is different. Something is wrong.

=== Replica “The Fall of House Renor’Orbben and Other Tragedies (Front)” ===
The great triptych’s final act falls upon the altar’s front. It is almost entirely dominated by an exultant, order-like Lolth, carved so skillfully that she seems ready to leap from the obsidian. Unlike the other characters in this saga that have their names branded upon them, the artist has gone to great pains rendering Lolth’s likeness so that it speaks for itself. Occasionally a live spider rappels down from her cruel, cackling lips and skitters off in search of quarry. Almost as an afterthought, Myryl’s story concludes in the arches between Lolth’s many chitinous legs. In one of these gaps, Elkynra can be seen cutting Myryl’s throat as she kneels before a shrine. In another gap, Matron Sadre’van drives a dagger into her own heart as she lays on a bed of nails. Behind her, a building burns. A third plaque offers its own thoughts on the scene:

'''[Xanalaess]:''' ''The pious Elkynra slays the traitor Myryl. Matron Sadre’van Renor’Orbben terminates both her house and her life.''

The innate spirit of the piece is missing or faded. It’s just not the same.

=== Replica “The Fall of House Renor’Orbben and Other Tragedies (Back)” ===
The second triptych is confined exclusively to the naked granite on the altar’s rear.

The left-most of the granite panels shows two almost identical shaggy-haired male drow males bounding up the steps to a Temple. The slightly shorter of the pair carries a giant globe while his taller kin carries a thorny looking chair. Rather than a plaque, the scene’s caption has been inscribed directly onto the granite:

'''[Xanalaess]:''' ''Baven and Szordrin arrive at Lolth’s temple with true tribute.''

The middle scene depicts a regal drowess who might be Matron Mother Faerz’Orbben, scratched above her head. She stands with both the giant globe and thorny chair on either side of her. With one hand she strokes the chair’s backrest affectionately while with the other she plunges a flaming sword into the globe. The caption below explains it thusly:

'''[Xanalaess]:''' ''The Great Map is martyred to spare House Shiyalva.''

The right-most panel sees Elkynra opening the door of an imposing mansion to the shaggy-haired drow duo. The taller carries the splintered remains of the giant globe. The shorter, meanwhile, drags an altar after him. The caption has this to say on the matter:

'''[Xanalaess]:''' ''The unquestionably reverent Elkynra grants sanctuary to House Shiyalva. An act he would never go on to regret.''

Beneath this last caption is a crest: a male drow in the fetal position as an avalanche of rocks, rothe, and wagon wheels cascade around him.

While each element of the original is present, a certain urgency and vibrance have been lost. The innate spirit of the piece is missing or faded. It’s just not the same.

=== Replica “The Fall of House Renor’Orbben and Other Tragedies (Right)” ===
Much like the dancer depicted on the altar’s left side, the triptych now leaps gracefully to the altar’s right face to continue its narrative. Myryl Renor’Orbben returns, though this time her nudity is replaced by a ludicrous number of shackles and chains. Standing off and to the right, Elkynra Renor’Orbben points at her accusingly with a merchant’s scales. The scales are depicted with a ritual dagger on the heavier plate and an upside down spider on the lighter. Behind Elkynra, a kneeling Matron Sadre’van Renor’Orbben weeps barbed vines. While each character is hardly more detailed than a silhouette, the artist continues their noble tradition of simply carving each individual’s name over the top of them. As with the left side, the explanatory plaque returns:

'''[Xanalaess]:''' ''Myryl is remonstrated by the unquestionably devout Elkynra Renor’Orbben. Matron Sadre’van Renor’Orbben laments her shortsightedness.''

While each element of the original is present, a certain urgency and vibrance have been lost. The innate spirit of the piece is missing, or faded. It’s just not the same.
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An Incomplete History (Painting)

2025-11-01T00:39:47Z

Uagony: Created page with "The painting depicts a marble structure, cracked and crumbling. An expanse of sand and dust stretches into the distance, the towering shapes of ruins carving jagged holes into the desert’s skyline. Broken and headless statues stand a silent vigil around the central dais. At the center of the structure stands a figure of indeterminate gender, a staff and sword gripped in their hands. Above the desert is the white outline of the sun eclipsed, casting the entire scene in..."

The painting depicts a marble structure, cracked and crumbling. An expanse of sand and dust stretches into the distance, the towering shapes of ruins carving jagged holes into the desert’s skyline. Broken and headless statues stand a silent vigil around the central dais. At the center of the structure stands a figure of indeterminate gender, a staff and sword gripped in their hands. Above the desert is the white outline of the sun eclipsed, casting the entire scene in unnatural darkness. A harsh white light shines from the figure’s staff, casting seven long and deep shadows in all directions.

Chains of bright and silvery metal reach out from around the figure, to the central subject of the painting — a vast creature of shadow, indistinct in nature. It appears serpentine, or perhaps draconic — though its shape is deliberately twisted and made uncertain. Does it have one head, or nine? Skin, or scales? Details are hidden in the dark of the eclipse, creating a creature that seems to be at once everything and nothing. It almost shifts before the viewer’s eyes.

Unmistakably, it has a mouth, the stark whiteness of its teeth clearly visible against the shadow. Its maw opens wide, as if roaring at the eclipse — or perhaps attempting to swallow the sun itself. The chains hold it back, each one anchored to the ground and seeming to shine with a subtle glow, illuminating the cracked and weathered marble. Long tendrils — or perhaps arms, or claws, or swords — reach out, slashing at the humanoid below. Blood stains the marble beneath them, but they stand firm, holding the wretched monstrosity in check. More chains seem to be forming, winding towards the foul thing.

Extremely close examination of the Beast shows what it is truly made from — humanoid forms, so shadowy and indistinct as to almost blend together. An uncountable mass of thousands, each one lost in the bulk of the chained monster. Above its maw, white lights burn like hateful stars. Faint lines in the darkness connect them, creating the image of both many eyes and a strange crown upon the Beast’s head. The shapes of swords, spears, and arrows can all be seen, driven into the creature’s hide — but not, it seems, dealing it a mortal blow.

The chains are breaking, even as new ones are forged. The links are stretched to their extreme, and tiny, near-imperceptible cracks can be seen in the metal. The Beast is both constantly bound and at the precipice of freedom, its terrible jaws opening wider and wider towards the sun.

A small signature can be seen in the lower corner: Z, 186 AR.

On the back, a few words have been written. They read: "[Undercommon]: 'An Incomplete History'. Zehra Sahin, 186 AR."
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Poetry of Myon: Volume III

2025-10-30T02:39:31Z

Uagony:

A thin volume bound in emerald green leather. It is unmarked by any one author, and in fact seems to contain the works of many different authors, judging by the different styles of handwriting within.

=== not enough by Rhudaeil ===
<poem style="border: 2px solid #d6d2c5; color: var(--color-base, #202122); background-color: var(--background-color-warning-subtle, #fdf2d5); padding: 1em;">i have to

let you aim

so that when

you do not

hit my heart,

and instead

get my shoul-

der i'll know

what you meant

and there's no

one to blame. </poem> Day 4, Month 8 (Elasias (Highsun)), 144 AR

Rhudaeil

=== Grief is a Guest of Honor by Lakas Larthanien ===
<poem style="border: 2px solid #d6d2c5; color: var(--color-base, #202122); background-color: var(--background-color-warning-subtle, #fdf2d5); padding: 1em;">Grief is to be watered with tears

So that it will blossom

Nurse and cherish, carefully tend with shears

So it will not go to waste

Never turn it from your door

Grief, if comes knocking

Bid it welcome, show it hearth's roar

Give it a place to stay

What your guest of honor tells you

Hide it well in your heart

Teachings not found in volumes old or new

Nor bought with glit or shine

Are wisdom your grief imparts

Your eyes are made for cries

Let those tears be wept

After all a new sun will rise

When you've a spring in your step

And when grief's bloom sees summer's sun

It will wilt to the ground

Even still, you will think of it as a flower

Memories are pure as dearest gold

Nor did your guest stay overlong

It took another journey

Yet it will come to you again

Closer than you care to foresee</poem> Day 11, Month 12 (Nightal), 147 AR

Lakas Larthanien

=== Untitled by Lakas Larthanien ===
<poem style="border: 2px solid #d6d2c5; color: var(--color-base, #202122); background-color: var(--background-color-warning-subtle, #fdf2d5); padding: 1em;">We hold life's transcendent pains apart

We bear grief and disappointment's fire

But the banner of our sorrow's ire

Flutters in the winds of the departed

But the biting flames poison our spirit

Singing spirits smothered by corpses

Straining to break free, but keeping silent

But no bliss will ever change this pain

The dignity of this restraint

The tension; this ecstasy of hopeless prison</poem> Day 1, Month 8 (Elasias (Highsun)), 147 AR

Lakas Larthanien

=== Sojourn by Anonymous ===
<poem style="border: 2px solid #d6d2c5; color: var(--color-base, #202122); background-color: var(--background-color-warning-subtle, #fdf2d5); padding: 1em;">Above the rippling waves has grown

A solemn, rocky highland built of bricks

With chasms black and floods of crimson rocks

And boundaries woeful of the land unknown

I see the dreams, so marvelously sad

The creaks of land so solid and encrusted

Where wave and tide upon shore are busted

While singing by the mournful twilight's bed

And canvas in the dark plies a quiet course

Trembling with an ancient mystic force

The force of wind and raspy, breathless ripple

In ways of constant dare and righteous struggle

My boat is led along by shearing tumult

And skies are lit with starry, shining sparkle.</poem> Day 8, Month 7 (Flamerule (Summertide)), 147 AR

Anonymous

=== hopes by Kylantha Valynssa ===
<poem style="border: 2px solid #d6d2c5; color: var(--color-base, #202122); background-color: var(--background-color-warning-subtle, #fdf2d5); padding: 1em;">little sunlight, brings us hope

we will rise up in growth

trickling droplets, bring us life

sprung fresh from her eyes.</poem> Day 25, Month 7 (Flamerule (Summertide)), 148 AR

Kylantha Valynssa

=== Turbulence by Kylantha Valynssa ===
<poem style="border: 2px solid #d6d2c5; color: var(--color-base, #202122); background-color: var(--background-color-warning-subtle, #fdf2d5); padding: 1em;">The blue sprawls out before me, endless

the surface gnashes and churns,

a crushing, dangerous turbulence.

A brisk breeze stings my cheek,

I breathe deeply, and my eyes fall close.

Awake, I find myself falling, sinking

Blue turns to black, a creeping darkness

My mouth opens, but nothing comes forth

Nothing but a strangled gasp.

The doubt swallows me.

When the black is all that remains,

the pressure crushing hope

A ray of warmth shines, piercing all.

Doubt no longer, I open my mouth, my voice clear

And I smile and rise.</poem> Day 19, Month 5 (Mirtul), 148 AR

Kylantha Valynssa

=== One More Sunset by Vaylani Moontear ===
<poem style="border: 2px solid #d6d2c5; color: var(--color-base, #202122); background-color: var(--background-color-warning-subtle, #fdf2d5); padding: 1em;">What I would not give, love,

for just once more

A somber sweet sunset,

my hand in yours,

My life, my soul...

the gods I now implore.

One last chance to say the words

I could not before

When time passed slowly

between us, ignored

What I would not give love,

for just once more.

How longs my heart

for the gentle smile you bore

That rendered all else

important no more

My life, my soul...

the gods I now implore.

I still remember the exquisite expression that you wore

The first, the last, and all the times

to me you swore

What I would not give love,

for just once more.

And while I should not hope,

still my hope soars

To reach you wherever you are,

on distant shores

My life, my soul...

the gods I now implore.

And though I weep that from me,

the heavens tore you, my love

I would sacrifice all and forever more

What I would not give, love,

for just once more

My life, my soul ...

the gods I now implore...</poem> Day 4, Month 3 (Ches), 147 AR

Vaylani Moontear

=== The Silence Before the Storm by Vaylani Moontear ===
<poem style="border: 2px solid #d6d2c5; color: var(--color-base, #202122); background-color: var(--background-color-warning-subtle, #fdf2d5); padding: 1em;">Tis only the silence before the storm

The quiet interlude between the horns

When all hold their breath as one

Listening for the call to war to come.

Of these precious moments, make the most...

So gather your beloved, and bring them close

To share your laughter, allay their fears...

Say your farewells, and spill your tears.

Who knows whom the fickle winds will sweep?

Whose blood the enemy blades shall reap?

Whose shattered smiles the earth shall keep?

Whose souls shall lay down to forever sleep?

So of these precious moments, make the most...

Gather your beloved, and bring them close

Share your laughter, allay their fears...

Say your farewells, and spill your tears.</poem> Day 3, Month 1 (Hammer (Deepwinter)), 148 AR

Vaylani Moontear

=== Heart's Home by Rhudaeil ===
<poem style="border: 2px solid #d6d2c5; color: var(--color-base, #202122); background-color: var(--background-color-warning-subtle, #fdf2d5); padding: 1em;">Over the verdure, nearest the cliffs,

where the horizon's nimbus meets the beryl expanse of the sea,

there is a place.

It is thatched roof over four walls of pale clay,

tiny rays of sunlight over these ramparts of warmth,

and a stone tunnel to the sky.

Here there is love,

always three smiling faces to greet,

the gentle chirp of awakening,

that sounds through the trees of morn.

Mother,

Father,

Child.

Here,

you are forever.</poem> Day 8, Month 1 (Hammer (Deepwinter)), 144 AR

Rhudaeil

=== sanctuary at midnight by Rhudaeil ===
<poem style="border: 2px solid #d6d2c5; color: var(--color-base, #202122); background-color: var(--background-color-warning-subtle, #fdf2d5); padding: 1em;">rains at midnight fall

from a residence of stars

onto oakwoods in retreat.

they are quiet now

endlessly sinuous limbs

stretching to touch

their piece of heaven.

can they be blamed? </poem> Day 2, Month 3 (Ches), 144 AR

Rhudaeil

=== dh'ni by Rhudaeil ===
<poem style="border: 2px solid #d6d2c5; color: var(--color-base, #202122); background-color: var(--background-color-warning-subtle, #fdf2d5); padding: 1em;">the day we met it was cold outside;

you told me that insects are

evil thoughts, borne from the

minds of selfish men

and that today,

the chill meant

only good

reigned.</poem> Day 4, Month 8 (Elasias (Highsun)), 144 AR

Rhudaeil

==== ====
[[Category:140-149 AR]]
[[Category:Myon]]
[[Category:Plays & Poems]]

Poetry of Myon: Volume III

2025-10-30T02:38:50Z

Uagony: Created page with "A thin volume bound in emerald green leather. It is unmarked by any one author, and in fact seems to contain the works of many different authors, judging by the different styles of handwriting within. === not enough by Rhudaeil === <blockquote>i have to let you aim so that when you do not hit my heart, and instead get my shoul- der i'll know what you meant and there's no one to blame. </blockquote> Day 4, Month 8 (Elasias (Highsun)), 144 AR ..."

A thin volume bound in emerald green leather. It is unmarked by any one author, and in fact seems to contain the works of many different authors, judging by the different styles of handwriting within.

=== not enough by Rhudaeil ===
<blockquote>i have to

let you aim

so that when

you do not

hit my heart,

and instead

get my shoul-

der i'll know

what you meant

and there's no

one to blame. </blockquote> Day 4, Month 8 (Elasias (Highsun)), 144 AR

Rhudaeil

=== Grief is a Guest of Honor by Lakas Larthanien ===
<blockquote>Grief is to be watered with tears

So that it will blossom

Nurse and cherish, carefully tend with shears

So it will not go to waste

Never turn it from your door

Grief, if comes knocking

Bid it welcome, show it hearth's roar

Give it a place to stay

What your guest of honor tells you

Hide it well in your heart

Teachings not found in volumes old or new

Nor bought with glit or shine

Are wisdom your grief imparts

Your eyes are made for cries

Let those tears be wept

After all a new sun will rise

When you've a spring in your step

And when grief's bloom sees summer's sun

It will wilt to the ground

Even still, you will think of it as a flower

Memories are pure as dearest gold

Nor did your guest stay overlong

It took another journey

Yet it will come to you again

Closer than you care to foresee</blockquote> Day 11, Month 12 (Nightal), 147 AR

Lakas Larthanien

=== Untitled by Lakas Larthanien ===
<blockquote>We hold life's transcendent pains apart

We bear grief and disappointment's fire

But the banner of our sorrow's ire

Flutters in the winds of the departed

But the biting flames poison our spirit

Singing spirits smothered by corpses

Straining to break free, but keeping silent

But no bliss will ever change this pain

The dignity of this restraint

The tension; this ecstasy of hopeless prison</blockquote> Day 1, Month 8 (Elasias (Highsun)), 147 AR

Lakas Larthanien

=== Sojourn by Anonymous ===
<blockquote>Above the rippling waves has grown

A solemn, rocky highland built of bricks

With chasms black and floods of crimson rocks

And boundaries woeful of the land unknown

I see the dreams, so marvelously sad

The creaks of land so solid and encrusted

Where wave and tide upon shore are busted

While singing by the mournful twilight's bed

And canvas in the dark plies a quiet course

Trembling with an ancient mystic force

The force of wind and raspy, breathless ripple

In ways of constant dare and righteous struggle

My boat is led along by shearing tumult

And skies are lit with starry, shining sparkle.</blockquote> Day 8, Month 7 (Flamerule (Summertide)), 147 AR

Anonymous

=== hopes by Kylantha Valynssa ===
<blockquote>little sunlight, brings us hope

we will rise up in growth

trickling droplets, bring us life

sprung fresh from her eyes.</blockquote> Day 25, Month 7 (Flamerule (Summertide)), 148 AR

Kylantha Valynssa

=== Turbulence by Kylantha Valynssa ===
<blockquote>The blue sprawls out before me, endless

the surface gnashes and churns,

a crushing, dangerous turbulence.

A brisk breeze stings my cheek,

I breathe deeply, and my eyes fall close.

Awake, I find myself falling, sinking

Blue turns to black, a creeping darkness

My mouth opens, but nothing comes forth

Nothing but a strangled gasp.

The doubt swallows me.

When the black is all that remains,

the pressure crushing hope

A ray of warmth shines, piercing all.

Doubt no longer, I open my mouth, my voice clear

And I smile and rise.</blockquote> Day 19, Month 5 (Mirtul), 148 AR

Kylantha Valynssa

=== One More Sunset by Vaylani Moontear ===
<blockquote>What I would not give, love,

for just once more

A somber sweet sunset,

my hand in yours,

My life, my soul...

the gods I now implore.

One last chance to say the words

I could not before

When time passed slowly

between us, ignored

What I would not give love,

for just once more.

How longs my heart

for the gentle smile you bore

That rendered all else

important no more

My life, my soul...

the gods I now implore.

I still remember the exquisite expression that you wore

The first, the last, and all the times

to me you swore

What I would not give love,

for just once more.

And while I should not hope,

still my hope soars

To reach you wherever you are,

on distant shores

My life, my soul...

the gods I now implore.

And though I weep that from me,

the heavens tore you, my love

I would sacrifice all and forever more

What I would not give, love,

for just once more

My life, my soul ...

the gods I now implore...</blockquote> Day 4, Month 3 (Ches), 147 AR

Vaylani Moontear

=== The Silence Before the Storm by Vaylani Moontear ===
<blockquote>Tis only the silence before the storm

The quiet interlude between the horns

When all hold their breath as one

Listening for the call to war to come.

Of these precious moments, make the most...

So gather your beloved, and bring them close

To share your laughter, allay their fears...

Say your farewells, and spill your tears.

Who knows whom the fickle winds will sweep?

Whose blood the enemy blades shall reap?

Whose shattered smiles the earth shall keep?

Whose souls shall lay down to forever sleep?

So of these precious moments, make the most...

Gather your beloved, and bring them close

Share your laughter, allay their fears...

Say your farewells, and spill your tears.</blockquote> Day 3, Month 1 (Hammer (Deepwinter)), 148 AR

Vaylani Moontear

=== Heart's Home by Rhudaeil ===
<blockquote>Over the verdure, nearest the cliffs,

where the horizon's nimbus meets the beryl expanse of the sea,

there is a place.

It is thatched roof over four walls of pale clay,

tiny rays of sunlight over these ramparts of warmth,

and a stone tunnel to the sky.

Here there is love,

always three smiling faces to greet,

the gentle chirp of awakening,

that sounds through the trees of morn.

Mother,

Father,

Child.

Here,

you are forever.</blockquote> Day 8, Month 1 (Hammer (Deepwinter)), 144 AR

Rhudaeil

=== sanctuary at midnight by Rhudaeil ===
<blockquote>rains at midnight fall

from a residence of stars

onto oakwoods in retreat.

they are quiet now

endlessly sinuous limbs

stretching to touch

their piece of heaven.

can they be blamed? </blockquote> Day 2, Month 3 (Ches), 144 AR

Rhudaeil

=== dh'ni by Rhudaeil ===
<blockquote>the day we met it was cold outside;

you told me that insects are

evil thoughts, borne from the

minds of selfish men

and that today,

the chill meant

only good

reigned.</blockquote> Day 4, Month 8 (Elasias (Highsun)), 144 AR

Rhudaeil

==== ====
[[Category:140-149 AR]]
[[Category:Myon]]
[[Category:Plays & Poems]]

Poetry of Myon: Volume II

2025-10-30T02:32:08Z

Uagony:

=== The Silence Before the Storm by Vaylani Moontear ===
<poem style="border: 2px solid #d6d2c5; color: var(--color-base, #202122); background-color: var(--background-color-warning-subtle, #fdf2d5); padding: 1em;">Tis only the silence before the storm

The quiet interlude between the horns

When all hold their breath as one

Listening for the call to war to come.

Of these precious moments, make the most...

So gather your beloved, and bring them close

To share your laughter, allay their fears...

Say your farewells, and spill your tears.

Who knows whom the fickle winds will sweep?

Whose blood the enemy blades shall reap?

Whose shattered smiles the earth shall keep?

Whose souls shall lay down to forever sleep?

So of these precious moments, make the most...

Gather your beloved, and bring them close

Share your laughter, allay their fears...

Say your farewells, and spill your tears.</poem> Day 3, Month 1 (Hammer (Deepwinter)), 148 AR

Vaylani Moontear

=== One More Sunset by Vaylani Moontear ===
<poem style="border: 2px solid #d6d2c5; color: var(--color-base, #202122); background-color: var(--background-color-warning-subtle, #fdf2d5); padding: 1em;">What I would not give, love,

for just once more

A somber sweet sunset,

my hand in yours,

My life, my soul...

the gods I now implore.

One last chance to say the words

I could not before

When time passed slowly

between us, ignored

What I would not give love,

for just once more.

How longs my heart

for the gentle smile you bore

That rendered all else

important no more

My life, my soul...

the gods I now implore.

I still remember the exquisite expression that you wore

The first, the last, and all the times

to me you swore

What I would not give love,

for just once more.

And while I should not hope,

still my hope soars

To reach you wherever you are,

on distant shores

My life, my soul...

the gods I now implore.

And though I weep that from me,

the heavens tore you, my love

I would sacrifice all and forever more

What I would not give, love,

for just once more

My life, my soul ...

the gods I now implore...</poem> Day 4, Month 3 (Ches), 147 AR

Vaylani Moontear

=== Heart's Home by Rhudaeil ===
<poem style="border: 2px solid #d6d2c5; color: var(--color-base, #202122); background-color: var(--background-color-warning-subtle, #fdf2d5); padding: 1em;">Over the verdure, nearest the cliffs,

where the horizon's nimbus meets the beryl expanse of the sea,

there is a place.

It is thatched roof over four walls of pale clay,

tiny rays of sunlight over these ramparts of warmth,

and a stone tunnel to the sky.

Here there is love,

always three smiling faces to greet,

the gentle chirp of awakening,

that sounds through the trees of morn.

Mother,

Father,

Child.

Here,

you are forever.</poem> Day 8, Month 1 (Hammer (Deepwinter)), 144 AR

Rhudaeil

=== Winter's Musings by Nakaia Mornmist ===
<poem style="border: 2px solid #d6d2c5; color: var(--color-base, #202122); background-color: var(--background-color-warning-subtle, #fdf2d5); padding: 1em;">All winter long I hoped for the melt,

when the green grass grows and the leaf trees bloom,

Now Spring's past and summer is felt,

oh please oh please will fall come soon.</poem> Day 8, Month 11 (Uktar), 139 AR

Nakaia Mornmist

=== Why? by Mithrim Ossear ===
<poem style="border: 2px solid #d6d2c5; color: var(--color-base, #202122); background-color: var(--background-color-warning-subtle, #fdf2d5); padding: 1em;">Why do people lie, why do people cry. Why do people grieve, why do people always leave. Why do people hide their emotions, why do people seek to cause commotion. Why do people hide their face, why do people hate the Seldarine's grace.

Why do people hurt other people for the hurtful feeling of evil, why do people act sad and when people ask, get mad. Why do people do things for attention and always end up with tension.

why do people backstab their friends, all because of different bends. Why do people love to hate all because of another fate. And in the end, when i sigh, All i can do is ask 'Why? ' </poem> *signed in a broad flowing hand so that all can see the name even from a fair distance from the board*

Day 8, Month 11 (Uktar), 139 AR

Mithrim Ossear

=== A Hunter's Prayer by Orion Stormwood ===
<poem style="border: 2px solid #d6d2c5; color: var(--color-base, #202122); background-color: var(--background-color-warning-subtle, #fdf2d5); padding: 1em;">I am predator and you are prey. The circle of life demands there be both. I accept, as predator, my responsibility to be swift and sure, for carelessness causes you suffering.

Yet, because I am sometimes less than I can be, suffering I will cause. May I be thus judged by the sincerity of intent and purity of heart, and when deserved, may I be forgiven.

I celebrate your courage and love of life for it is now with reverence that I thank you, my prey, for giving me both, and I honor it by pledging through your death sustenance for life will come.

Your spirit is set free, let it go where it will. If you think I am worthy, perhaps you will honor me by allowing your spirit to come into my heart where it can live within me and be my counsel. And when life comes full circle for me, may both of our spirits be set free in a better place.</poem> Day 8, Month 11 (Uktar), 139 AR

Orion Stormwood

=== What Cares a Bee? by Mithrim Ossear ===
<poem style="border: 2px solid #d6d2c5; color: var(--color-base, #202122); background-color: var(--background-color-warning-subtle, #fdf2d5); padding: 1em;">Doing work no other can, Deep in dewy nectaries, Petal-walled refectories, Apple-blossom, columbine, Rose and lily, all are thine, Yet, though oft thy weight they bear, Dost thou know how they are fair? Thine are sun and Summer breeze, Hast thou aught of joy in these?No idle, vain, voluptuous life, Nor one of useless toil and strife, The busy creature led; Active, loyal, clever, brave, A patriot f

ee, not crouching slave, She earned her daily bread. A lily, queen of summer's shade, With gems of purest pearl array'd, In virgin lustre bright, Bent low, and showed its cups were fill'd With choicest sweets, from dews distill'd, Alone for his delight.

Her sombre suit of dingy rust Was powdered o'er with yellow dust; Her feet with travel stained; Her thighs were plated o'er with gold, And scrip as full as it could hold Of treasure she had gained. Pollen-yellow dumbledore, Leave thy clovers tumbled o'er! What's a lily? What's a rose?

Down the golden lane he goes, Drowsing forth a prosy song, "Honey! Honey!" all day long, Wasting life's diviner sweet, Hiving food for drones to eat. Oh, thou silly, silly bee! Idle here and laze with me!</poem> Day 8, Month 11 (Uktar), 139 AR

Mithrim Ossear

=== Sailing Upon Song by Mithrim Ossear ===
<poem style="border: 2px solid #d6d2c5; color: var(--color-base, #202122); background-color: var(--background-color-warning-subtle, #fdf2d5); padding: 1em;">We were sailing on waves of silver / There were echoes in the wind, When we raised our sails to capture them / The ship was lifted up and in and we sang, Now the country that we all came from / They play silver melodies, And the kings and queens would write their dreams / On silver pages we would read, And we sang

We will cross any water.... any water, And if we find, there's a song that's getting stronger, We will sound all our own silver songs, And we will know if they belong

Now the echoes were getting louder / And a chorus filled the air, When the voices fell they broke the spell / That tied us to our dark dispair, And we sang, We were taken through the shadows / Were we carried through the night / When the sun appeared / Oh Gods my fears of darkness melted in the light / And we saw the world with different eyes / And we sang

We will cross any water.... any water, And if we find, there's a song that's getting stronger, We will sound all our own silver songs, And we will know if they belong</poem> Day 4, Month 7 (Flamerule (Summertide)), 89 AR

Mithrim Ossear

=== Daedin The Guardian by Mithrim Ossear ===
<poem style="border: 2px solid #d6d2c5; color: var(--color-base, #202122); background-color: var(--background-color-warning-subtle, #fdf2d5); padding: 1em;">Daedin was an Elven Knight / His life lived justly and right / He spoke like unto a king / of him the harpers still do sing

The first whose heart was fair and free / but not the last for it still shall be / His sword was long, his spear was keen / his shining helm afar was seen

The countless stars of Arvandor's field / were mirrored in his silvery shield/ But long ago he stepped away / And now he dwells in tombs they say / For he guards in darkness with his star / In Lye Astradae where the shadows are. </poem> Day 22, Month 3 (Ches), 94 AR

Mithrim Ossear

=== When the wind blows (1st verse) by Tahlal ===
<poem style="border: 2px solid #d6d2c5; color: var(--color-base, #202122); background-color: var(--background-color-warning-subtle, #fdf2d5); padding: 1em;">When the wind blows / Across the water, / Ripples form and waves grow.

When the wind blows / Across the water, / I am drawn to a life I must follow.

I stood long and I gazed into the wind / Till the tears that rolled down / Fell to my feet, into the sea.</poem> Day 8, Month 11 (Uktar), 139 AR

Tahlal

=== When the wind blows (2nd verse) by Tahlal ===
<poem style="border: 2px solid #d6d2c5; color: var(--color-base, #202122); background-color: var(--background-color-warning-subtle, #fdf2d5); padding: 1em;">When the wind called / Across the mountains, / Humans climb with the axe.

When the wind called / Across the mountains, / A dryad dies, a grove falls, our watch was lax.

How we wept as we thought of their pain / For the wound to the land / Hurst us all the same, lingering near.</poem> Day 8, Month 11 (Uktar), 139 AR

Tahlal

=== When the wind blows (3rd verse) by Tahlal ===
<poem style="border: 2px solid #d6d2c5; color: var(--color-base, #202122); background-color: var(--background-color-warning-subtle, #fdf2d5); padding: 1em;">Now the wind blows / Through the forest, / Whispering life will grow.

Now the wind blows / Through the forest, / Dryads dance and they sway 'neath the willow.

We stand strong as we look into the light / Change has come and now we fight, / To restore where life once was.</poem> Day 8, Month 11 (Uktar), 139 AR

Tahlal

[[Category:80-89 AR]]
[[Category:90-99 AR]]
[[Category:130-139 AR]]
[[Category:140-149 AR]]
[[Category:Myon]]
[[Category:Plays & Poems]]

Poetry of Myon: Volume II

2025-10-30T02:31:03Z

Uagony:

=== The Silence Before the Storm by Vaylani Moontear ===
<poem style="border: 2px solid #d6d2c5; color: var(--color-base, #202122); background-color: var(--background-color-warning-subtle, #fdf2d5); padding: 1em;">Tis only the silence before the storm

The quiet interlude between the horns

When all hold their breath as one

Listening for the call to war to come.

Of these precious moments, make the most...

So gather your beloved, and bring them close

To share your laughter, allay their fears...

Say your farewells, and spill your tears.

Who knows whom the fickle winds will sweep?

Whose blood the enemy blades shall reap?

Whose shattered smiles the earth shall keep?

Whose souls shall lay down to forever sleep?

So of these precious moments, make the most...

Gather your beloved, and bring them close

Share your laughter, allay their fears...

Say your farewells, and spill your tears.</poem> Day 3, Month 1 (Hammer (Deepwinter)), 148 AR

Vaylani Moontear

=== One More Sunset by Vaylani Moontear ===
<poem style="border: 2px solid #d6d2c5; color: var(--color-base, #202122); background-color: var(--background-color-warning-subtle, #fdf2d5); padding: 1em;">What I would not give, love,

for just once more

A somber sweet sunset,

my hand in yours,

My life, my soul...

the gods I now implore.

One last chance to say the words

I could not before

When time passed slowly

between us, ignored

What I would not give love,

for just once more.

How longs my heart

for the gentle smile you bore

That rendered all else

important no more

My life, my soul...

the gods I now implore.

I still remember the exquisite expression that you wore

The first, the last, and all the times

to me you swore

What I would not give love,

for just once more.

And while I should not hope,

still my hope soars

To reach you wherever you are,

on distant shores

My life, my soul...

the gods I now implore.

And though I weep that from me,

the heavens tore you, my love

I would sacrifice all and forever more

What I would not give, love,

for just once more

My life, my soul ...

the gods I now implore...</poem> Day 4, Month 3 (Ches), 147 AR

Vaylani Moontear

=== Heart's Home by Rhudaeil ===
<poem style="border: 2px solid #d6d2c5; color: var(--color-base, #202122); background-color: var(--background-color-warning-subtle, #fdf2d5); padding: 1em;">Over the verdure, nearest the cliffs,

where the horizon's nimbus meets the beryl expanse of the sea,

there is a place.

It is thatched roof over four walls of pale clay,

tiny rays of sunlight over these ramparts of warmth,

and a stone tunnel to the sky.

Here there is love,

always three smiling faces to greet,

the gentle chirp of awakening,

that sounds through the trees of morn.

Mother,

Father,

Child.

Here,

you are forever.</poem> Day 8, Month 1 (Hammer (Deepwinter)), 144 AR

Rhudaeil

=== Winter's Musings by Nakaia Mornmist ===
<poem style="border: 2px solid #d6d2c5; color: var(--color-base, #202122); background-color: var(--background-color-warning-subtle, #fdf2d5); padding: 1em;">All winter long I hoped for the melt,

when the green grass grows and the leaf trees bloom,

Now Spring's past and summer is felt,

oh please oh please will fall come soon.</poem> Day 8, Month 11 (Uktar), 139 AR

Nakaia Mornmist

=== Why? by Mithrim Ossear ===
<poem style="border: 2px solid #d6d2c5; color: var(--color-base, #202122); background-color: var(--background-color-warning-subtle, #fdf2d5); padding: 1em;">Why do people lie, why do people cry. Why do people grieve, why do people always leave. Why do people hide their emotions, why do people seek to cause commotion. Why do people hide their face, why do people hate the Seldarine's grace.

Why do people hurt other people for the hurtful feeling of evil, why do people act sad and when people ask, get mad. Why do people do things for attention and always end up with tension.

why do people backstab their friends, all because of different bends. Why do people love to hate all because of another fate. And in the end, when i sigh, All i can do is ask 'Why? ' </poem> *signed in a broad flowing hand so that all can see the name even from a fair distance from the board*

Day 8, Month 11 (Uktar), 139 AR

Mithrim Ossear

=== A Hunter's Prayer by Orion Stormwood ===
<poem style="border: 2px solid #d6d2c5; color: var(--color-base, #202122); background-color: var(--background-color-warning-subtle, #fdf2d5); padding: 1em;">I am predator and you are prey. The circle of life demands there be both. I accept, as predator, my responsibility to be swift and sure, for carelessness causes you suffering.

Yet, because I am sometimes less than I can be, suffering I will cause. May I be thus judged by the sincerity of intent and purity of heart, and when deserved, may I be forgiven.

I celebrate your courage and love of life for it is now with reverence that I thank you, my prey, for giving me both, and I honor it by pledging through your death sustenance for life will come.

Your spirit is set free, let it go where it will. If you think I am worthy, perhaps you will honor me by allowing your spirit to come into my heart where it can live within me and be my counsel. And when life comes full circle for me, may both of our spirits be set free in a better place.</poem> Day 8, Month 11 (Uktar), 139 AR

Orion Stormwood

=== What Cares a Bee? by Mithrim Ossear ===
<poem style="border: 2px solid #d6d2c5; color: var(--color-base, #202122); background-color: var(--background-color-warning-subtle, #fdf2d5); padding: 1em;">Doing work no other can, Deep in dewy nectaries, Petal-walled refectories, Apple-blossom, columbine, Rose and lily, all are thine, Yet, though oft thy weight they bear, Dost thou know how they are fair? Thine are sun and Summer breeze, Hast thou aught of joy in these?No idle, vain, voluptuous life, Nor one of useless toil and strife, The busy creature led; Active, loyal, clever, brave, A patriot f

ee, not crouching slave, She earned her daily bread. A lily, queen of summer's shade, With gems of purest pearl array'd, In virgin lustre bright, Bent low, and showed its cups were fill'd With choicest sweets, from dews distill'd, Alone for his delight.

Her sombre suit of dingy rust Was powdered o'er with yellow dust; Her feet with travel stained; Her thighs were plated o'er with gold, And scrip as full as it could hold Of treasure she had gained. Pollen-yellow dumbledore, Leave thy clovers tumbled o'er! What's a lily? What's a rose?

Down the golden lane he goes, Drowsing forth a prosy song, "Honey! Honey!" all day long, Wasting life's diviner sweet, Hiving food for drones to eat. Oh, thou silly, silly bee! Idle here and laze with me!</poem> Day 8, Month 11 (Uktar), 139 AR

Mithrim Ossear

=== Sailing Upon Song by Mithrim Ossear ===
<poem style="border: 2px solid #d6d2c5; color: var(--color-base, #202122); background-color: var(--background-color-warning-subtle, #fdf2d5); padding: 1em;">We were sailing on waves of silver / There were echoes in the wind, When we raised our sails to capture them / The ship was lifted up and in and we sang, Now the country that we all came from / They play silver melodies, And the kings and queens would write their dreams / On silver pages we would read, And we sang

We will cross any water.... any water, And if we find, there's a song that's getting stronger, We will sound all our own silver songs, And we will know if they belong

Now the echoes were getting louder / And a chorus filled the air, When the voices fell they broke the spell / That tied us to our dark dispair, And we sang, We were taken through the shadows / Were we carried through the night / When the sun appeared / Oh Gods my fears of darkness melted in the light / And we saw the world with different eyes / And we sang

We will cross any water.... any water, And if we find, there's a song that's getting stronger, We will sound all our own silver songs, And we will know if they belong</poem> Day 4, Month 7 (Flamerule (Summertide)), 89 AR

Mithrim Ossear

=== Daedin The Guardian by Mithrim Ossear ===
<poem style="border: 2px solid #d6d2c5; color: var(--color-base, #202122); background-color: var(--background-color-warning-subtle, #fdf2d5); padding: 1em;">Daedin was an Elven Knight / His life lived justly and right / He spoke like unto a king / of him the harpers still do sing

The first whose heart was fair and free / but not the last for it still shall be / His sword was long, his spear was keen / his shining helm afar was seen

The countless stars of Arvandor's field / were mirrored in his silvery shield/ But long ago he stepped away / And now he dwells in tombs they say / For he guards in darkness with his star / In Lye Astradae where the shadows are. </poem> Day 22, Month 3 (Ches), 94 AR

Mithrim Ossear

=== When the wind blows (1st verse) by Tahlal ===
<poem style="border: 2px solid #d6d2c5; color: var(--color-base, #202122); background-color: var(--background-color-warning-subtle, #fdf2d5); padding: 1em;">When the wind blows / Across the water, / Ripples form and waves grow.

When the wind blows / Across the water, / I am drawn to a life I must follow.

I stood long and I gazed into the wind / Till the tears that rolled down / Fell to my feet, into the sea.</poem> Day 8, Month 11 (Uktar), 139 AR

Tahlal

=== When the wind blows (2nd verse) by Tahlal ===
<poem style="border: 2px solid #d6d2c5; color: var(--color-base, #202122); background-color: var(--background-color-warning-subtle, #fdf2d5); padding: 1em;">When the wind called / Across the mountains, / Humans climb with the axe.

When the wind called / Across the mountains, / A dryad dies, a grove falls, our watch was lax.

How we wept as we thought of their pain / For the wound to the land / Hurst us all the same, lingering near.</poem> Day 8, Month 11 (Uktar), 139 AR

Tahlal

=== When the wind blows (3rd verse) by Tahlal ===
<poem style="border: 2px solid #d6d2c5; color: var(--color-base, #202122); background-color: var(--background-color-warning-subtle, #fdf2d5); padding: 1em;">Now the wind blows / Through the forest, / Whispering life will grow.

Now the wind blows / Through the forest, / Dryads dance and they sway 'neath the willow.

We stand strong as we look into the light / Change has come and now we fight, / To restore where life once was.</poem> Day 8, Month 11 (Uktar), 139 AR

Tahlal

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Poetry of Myon: Volume II

2025-10-30T02:27:30Z

Uagony: Created page with "=== The Silence Before the Storm by Vaylani Moontear === <blockquote>Tis only the silence before the storm The quiet interlude between the horns When all hold their breath as one Listening for the call to war to come. Of these precious moments, make the most... So gather your beloved, and bring them close To share your laughter, allay their fears... Say your farewells, and spill your tears. Who knows whom the fickle winds will sweep? Whose blood the enemy blad..."

=== The Silence Before the Storm by Vaylani Moontear ===
<blockquote>Tis only the silence before the storm

The quiet interlude between the horns

When all hold their breath as one

Listening for the call to war to come.

Of these precious moments, make the most...

So gather your beloved, and bring them close

To share your laughter, allay their fears...

Say your farewells, and spill your tears.

Who knows whom the fickle winds will sweep?

Whose blood the enemy blades shall reap?

Whose shattered smiles the earth shall keep?

Whose souls shall lay down to forever sleep?

So of these precious moments, make the most...

Gather your beloved, and bring them close

Share your laughter, allay their fears...

Say your farewells, and spill your tears.</blockquote> Day 3, Month 1 (Hammer (Deepwinter)), 148 AR

Vaylani Moontear

=== One More Sunset by Vaylani Moontear ===
<blockquote>What I would not give, love,

for just once more

A somber sweet sunset,

my hand in yours,

My life, my soul...

the gods I now implore.

One last chance to say the words

I could not before

When time passed slowly

between us, ignored

What I would not give love,

for just once more.

How longs my heart

for the gentle smile you bore

That rendered all else

important no more

My life, my soul...

the gods I now implore.

I still remember the exquisite expression that you wore

The first, the last, and all the times

to me you swore

What I would not give love,

for just once more.

And while I should not hope,

still my hope soars

To reach you wherever you are,

on distant shores

My life, my soul...

the gods I now implore.

And though I weep that from me,

the heavens tore you, my love

I would sacrifice all and forever more

What I would not give, love,

for just once more

My life, my soul ...

the gods I now implore...</blockquote> Day 4, Month 3 (Ches), 147 AR

Vaylani Moontear

=== Heart's Home by Rhudaeil ===
<blockquote>Over the verdure, nearest the cliffs,

where the horizon's nimbus meets the beryl expanse of the sea,

there is a place.

It is thatched roof over four walls of pale clay,

tiny rays of sunlight over these ramparts of warmth,

and a stone tunnel to the sky.

Here there is love,

always three smiling faces to greet,

the gentle chirp of awakening,

that sounds through the trees of morn.

Mother,

Father,

Child.

Here,

you are forever.</blockquote> Day 8, Month 1 (Hammer (Deepwinter)), 144 AR

Rhudaeil

=== Winter's Musings by Nakaia Mornmist ===
<blockquote>All winter long I hoped for the melt,

when the green grass grows and the leaf trees bloom,

Now Spring's past and summer is felt,

oh please oh please will fall come soon.</blockquote> Day 8, Month 11 (Uktar), 139 AR

Nakaia Mornmist

=== Why? by Mithrim Ossear ===
<blockquote>Why do people lie, why do people cry. Why do people grieve, why do people always leave. Why do people hide their emotions, why do people seek to cause commotion. Why do people hide their face, why do people hate the Seldarine's grace.

Why do people hurt other people for the hurtful feeling of evil, why do people act sad and when people ask, get mad. Why do people do things for attention and always end up with tension.

why do people backstab their friends, all because of different bends. Why do people love to hate all because of another fate. And in the end, when i sigh, All i can do is ask 'Why? ' </blockquote>*signed in a broad flowing hand so that all can see the name even from a fair distance from the board*

Day 8, Month 11 (Uktar), 139 AR

Mithrim Ossear

=== A Hunter's Prayer by Orion Stormwood ===
<blockquote>I am predator and you are prey. The circle of life demands there be both. I accept, as predator, my responsibility to be swift and sure, for carelessness causes you suffering.

Yet, because I am sometimes less than I can be, suffering I will cause. May I be thus judged by the sincerity of intent and purity of heart, and when deserved, may I be forgiven.

I celebrate your courage and love of life for it is now with reverence that I thank you, my prey, for giving me both, and I honor it by pledging through your death sustenance for life will come.

Your spirit is set free, let it go where it will. If you think I am worthy, perhaps you will honor me by allowing your spirit to come into my heart where it can live within me and be my counsel. And when life comes full circle for me, may both of our spirits be set free in a better place.</blockquote> Day 8, Month 11 (Uktar), 139 AR

Orion Stormwood

=== What Cares a Bee? by Mithrim Ossear ===
<blockquote>Doing work no other can, Deep in dewy nectaries, Petal-walled refectories, Apple-blossom, columbine, Rose and lily, all are thine, Yet, though oft thy weight they bear, Dost thou know how they are fair? Thine are sun and Summer breeze, Hast thou aught of joy in these?No idle, vain, voluptuous life, Nor one of useless toil and strife, The busy creature led; Active, loyal, clever, brave, A patriot f

ee, not crouching slave, She earned her daily bread. A lily, queen of summer's shade, With gems of purest pearl array'd, In virgin lustre bright, Bent low, and showed its cups were fill'd With choicest sweets, from dews distill'd, Alone for his delight.

Her sombre suit of dingy rust Was powdered o'er with yellow dust; Her feet with travel stained; Her thighs were plated o'er with gold, And scrip as full as it could hold Of treasure she had gained. Pollen-yellow dumbledore, Leave thy clovers tumbled o'er! What's a lily? What's a rose?

Down the golden lane he goes, Drowsing forth a prosy song, "Honey! Honey!" all day long, Wasting life's diviner sweet, Hiving food for drones to eat. Oh, thou silly, silly bee! Idle here and laze with me!</blockquote> Day 8, Month 11 (Uktar), 139 AR

Mithrim Ossear

=== Sailing Upon Song by Mithrim Ossear ===
<blockquote>We were sailing on waves of silver / There were echoes in the wind, When we raised our sails to capture them / The ship was lifted up and in and we sang, Now the country that we all came from / They play silver melodies, And the kings and queens would write their dreams / On silver pages we would read, And we sang

We will cross any water.... any water, And if we find, there's a song that's getting stronger, We will sound all our own silver songs, And we will know if they belong

Now the echoes were getting louder / And a chorus filled the air, When the voices fell they broke the spell / That tied us to our dark dispair, And we sang, We were taken through the shadows / Were we carried through the night / When the sun appeared / Oh Gods my fears of darkness melted in the light / And we saw the world with different eyes / And we sang

We will cross any water.... any water, And if we find, there's a song that's getting stronger, We will sound all our own silver songs, And we will know if they belong</blockquote> Day 4, Month 7 (Flamerule (Summertide)), 89 AR

Mithrim Ossear

=== Daedin The Guardian by Mithrim Ossear ===
<blockquote>Daedin was an Elven Knight / His life lived justly and right / He spoke like unto a king / of him the harpers still do sing

The first whose heart was fair and free / but not the last for it still shall be / His sword was long, his spear was keen / his shining helm afar was seen

The countless stars of Arvandor's field / were mirrored in his silvery shield/ But long ago he stepped away / And now he dwells in tombs they say / For he guards in darkness with his star / In Lye Astradae where the shadows are. </blockquote> Day 22, Month 3 (Ches), 94 AR

Mithrim Ossear

=== When the wind blows (1st verse) by Tahlal ===
<blockquote>When the wind blows / Across the water, / Ripples form and waves grow.

When the wind blows / Across the water, / I am drawn to a life I must follow.

I stood long and I gazed into the wind / Till the tears that rolled down / Fell to my feet, into the sea.</blockquote> Day 8, Month 11 (Uktar), 139 AR

Tahlal

=== When the wind blows (2nd verse) by Tahlal ===
<blockquote>When the wind called / Across the mountains, / Humans climb with the axe.

When the wind called / Across the mountains, / A dryad dies, a grove falls, our watch was lax.

How we wept as we thought of their pain / For the wound to the land / Hurst us all the same, lingering near.</blockquote> Day 8, Month 11 (Uktar), 139 AR

Tahlal

=== When the wind blows (3rd verse) by Tahlal ===
<blockquote>Now the wind blows / Through the forest, / Whispering life will grow.

Now the wind blows / Through the forest, / Dryads dance and they sway 'neath the willow.

We stand strong as we look into the light / Change has come and now we fight, / To restore where life once was.</blockquote> Day 8, Month 11 (Uktar), 139 AR

Tahlal

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Caretaker Fruvularna (Bust)

2025-10-30T01:56:45Z

Uagony:

A marble bust sculpted to resemble a gnome. There is a gauntness to her visage typical of a svirfneblin. Sharp ears poke out of her plain bobbed haircut. Her lips are lowered into a slight, sad frown, eyes shadowed by dark bags. Yet she sports a willful and forward expression.

A plaque lies beneath the bust.

"[Gnome]:''Ledewah aun Lynadygan ap ga Knayd Knuddu''<ref>''"Citizen and Caretaker of the Great Grotto"''</ref> "

''"Fruvularna Cobblecutter"''
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Caretaker Fruvularna (Bust)

2025-10-30T01:56:18Z

Uagony:

A marble bust sculpted to resemble a gnome. There is a gauntness to her visage typical of a svirfneblin. Sharp ears poke out of her plain bobbed haircut. Her lips are lowered into a slight, sad frown, eyes shadowed by dark bags. Yet she sports a willful and forward expression.

A plaque lies beneath the bust.

"[Gnome]:''Ledewah aun Lynadygan ap ga Knayd Knudd''<ref>Citizen and Caretaker of the Great Grotto</ref>''u'' "

''"Fruvularna Cobblecutter"''
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The Shield of Blingstonhold (Fixture)

2025-10-30T00:22:56Z

Uagony: Created page with "The settlement of Blingstonhold is extremely old, even by the standards of the region. This rusted relic, ''‘The Shield of Blingstonhold’'', is in actual fact a shaft cover from the first excavation made by the svirfneblin at the time of the settlement’s original construction. Carvings upon the surface reveal much of the daily life, and difficulties faced by the original settlers, in particular against a tribe of kobolds it names as the ''‘Sevateem’'' in serv..."

The settlement of Blingstonhold is extremely old, even by the standards of the region.

This rusted relic, ''‘The Shield of Blingstonhold’'', is in actual fact a shaft cover from the first excavation made by the svirfneblin at the time of the settlement’s original construction.

Carvings upon the surface reveal much of the daily life, and difficulties faced by the original settlers, in particular against a tribe of kobolds it names as the ''‘Sevateem’'' in service to a long dead dragon, Orias.

After the fall of the Sevateem a statue of this great wyrm was taken by the svirfneblin, the theft of which is detailed on this shield, just as the statue itself remains on display elsewhere in Blingstonhold
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Caretaker Fruvularna (Bust)

2025-10-30T00:12:09Z

Uagony:

A marble bust sculpted to resemble a gnome. There is a gauntness to her visage typical of a svirfneblin. Sharp ears poke out of her plain bobbed haircut. Her lips are lowered into a slight, sad frown, eyes shadowed by dark bags. Yet she sports a willful and forward expression.

A plaque lies beneath the bust.

"[Gnome]:''Ledewah aun Lynadygan ap ga Knayd Knuddu'' "

''"Fruvularna Cobblecutter"''
[[Category:180-189 AR]]
[[Category:Brogendenstein]]
[[Category:Blingstonhold]]
[[Category:Art]]