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• History/Culture
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  In the fall of 56 SC, criers call out in every city, every town, and even a good portion of villages. It is an auspicious moment, conjunction among the stars, or so the seers and astronomers say. The criers bring the good word of the birth of new gods among the pantheon, children of the olde, receiving some of their power, but new domains. The Assembly, a name decided by the growing priest class, for themselves, has come to a consensus as to what they belong to.

  Solaris, Goddess of the Sun, daughter of Dóiteáin of Fire and Gaoth of Wind. Holding the domains of warmth, light, and prosperity. The Assembly considers her to be a very important god, and one that will have temples, if not made specifically for them, then transformed in her honour, so that she may guide us all. The drive of Dóiteáin is strong in her daughter, providing warmth to all the world over.

  Lunarius, God of the Moon, son of Talamh of Earth and Uisce of Water. Holding the domains of prophecy, bravery, and time. The Assembly considers him to be of lesser importance than the other gods, but mostly because of the waxing and waning nature of the power that he holds. Lacking the steadiness of Earth, and inheriting Uisce’s malleability, Lunarius illuminates the dark when most are unwilling to chance it.

  The new God and Goddess have caused quite the stir in the Druidic community, with most rejoicing at their consecration. Their teachings have not been quite created yet, but The Assembly is sure to disseminate that information soon enough.

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• Tales from Obrexia
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  The Ballad of Clan Bright-eye

  Kerf smiles, glad his clan will have a home.
  He raises his hand again to the Elder next to him.

  The elders join hands once more in what Hawkson now knows is likely an intense deliberation, a flurry of emotions and images.
  Hawkson, too, smiles, excited at the prospect of having these interesting folk living in his domain. There is much they can share with Obrexia.

  Kerf's eyes open, and he claps his hands, beaming.
  "Friend Hawkson, Clan Bright-eye is most humbled and overjoyed at your gracious offers.
  We, with utmost gratitude, accept stewardship of the location in the remote Artaire forest.
  With that, let us enjoy this bountiful harvest and be merry."

  Kerf places his hand briefly on Hawkson's arm again, projecting to him the overwhelming gratitude, relief, and hope he now has for Clan Bright-eye.
  Too, though, he projects words of caution, "The Spark consumes. Tread lightly. Kerf will tutor, if you desire."

  The merriment and celebrations continue.
  Jokes, laughter, conversations, thought this time of a much lighter tone continue into the night.
  At one point, Kerf produces a wooden flute from his vest and begins a playing a joyous song.
  Several other elders now also have instruments: bells, small drums, another flute but this one with a deeper sound.
  It's quite dark out now. The food is gone, and the mood is high.
  Kerf begins playing his flute again, a single note held long.
  A quiet sets over the room as everyone turns to look at Kerf, his eyes closed.
  The note ends, a brief pause, and Kerf plays.
  The tune is slow and soft, a crisp, melancholic melody invested heavily with emotion.
  Soon the others join in, the music becomes full and detailed, as if an entire orchestra had entered the dining hall.
  Hawkson can tell that this is a special moment, the very air thick with emotion, a static just waiting to discharge.
  He can feel their sadness, their pain. He can feel their hopelessness.
  And then, flashes of hopes, sparks of joy. The music brightens, the melody swift.
  And then it's over, the instruments disappear.

  The Elders stand, each a brief bow to Hawkson.
  Farewells are said, and they collect their daggers from Caspien, who seems to be at a loss for words.

  He leads the Elders back toward the inns in Hawk's Landing.

  It may be dark now, but tomorrow is a bright new day for Clan Bright-eye.

  [This concludes the living post]

• Settlements
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  Name: Sean Ostan
  Estimated Population: 50
  Location: East of Riverwatch
  Significant Details: Was originally just one inn that sprung up for travelers between the settlements surrounding the Artaire forest. It was shorter route between Riverwatch, Baile Lachan and Vunkuldir and a way to avoid the mountains when traveling from D'Or. Eventually the area started to be farmed and the hamlet even had a blacksmith at one point, before it burned down. The native population is low but the tavern in the inn is often full with laughter, ale and people stopping for the night.
  Overview:
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  Builds finished and furnished: ~6
  Who built this: Uavi

• Diplomacy
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  (Semi-living post/jumping off point)
  By spring of the year 56 SC, diplomats have been spread across a good portion of the known world. They all arrive bringing great gifts, composed of fine wines and quality quilts. Gifts brought to help pave the way for future diplomatic negotiations, as some set sail quicker than others, to arrive at roughly the same time the world around.

  Some ships more beleaguered than others, arrive in the realms of Domoutso, Kisaevin, Martoise, Teltebhann, Anaetyr, Bryborough, Inoa Ranas, and Coghan. Some of these realms, such as Bryborough and Coghan had been heard of, but diplomats and merchants had likely never encountered them, but they came prepared, with multiple methods of communication, as well as any interpreters that could be found along the way.

  All come bearing a treaty, one to clear out the Black Fog pirate scourge the world around. Many realms, such as Helios in the west, were generally thought to be too far to bring any naval forces to bear, and other realms such as Ornthas were seen as falling to infighting in recent years, and were thought unready to step onto the world stage to help with problems at large.

  The treaty is outlined thusly:

  Greetings, Rulers of your respective realms, I, Bryson Hawkson, Ruler of Obrexia, have seen in the world at large a threat to us all. I would request your aid in securing our waters, for the purposes of trade, as well as to eradicate this threat once and for all. I have been in office a long time, and I think I have many years left in me, but most of the navy have not faced these before, as many of those veterans have retired since the first arrival of the this scourge.

  I would seek your cooperation, as well as safe harbours to buy supplies as well as receive repairs, and would offer the same in turn. I am willing to put forth considerable portions of my own naval forces, a good half of what is available to help fight, and I am more than understanding if you are not able to do so. If you are lacking in naval assets, all I ask is for our ships to be able to dock within your harbours.

  Furthermore, I would hope to open lines of protected trade, between our realms of Obrexia, Domoutso, Kisaevin, Martoise, Teltebhann, Anaetyr, Bryborough, Inoa Ranas, and Coghan. If this is not possible at the current point in time, I would understand, but I think it would be beneficial to us all to promote trade between our great realms, so that we may prosper together.

  I think it fair to extend the offer to all realms with ports upon our fair seas, and should others that you know wish to join, I think it fair to send a ship to all of our realms, outlining that they will follow this treaty, before receiving the benefits therein.

  I would coin the name the Coalition of the Azure Hunt, as we attempt to hunt these dastardly pirates into extinction. I hope that you join me in this endeavor, as well as enjoy the gifts that I have ordered be sent, along with the messengers and diplomats.