You are cordially invited to witness the spiritual binding of Lynne Zellinous and Valek Typhoon.

Event: Handfasting Ceremony.
Date: Wednesday, March 21st 2012.
Time: 6:00 PM PST / 9:00 PM EST.
Location: The New Magincian Gazebo.

Reception at the Sea Witch to follow.

“Taliesin?”

“Cecilie?” He tilted his head, the corner of his mouth upturning into a crook.

If it was one that struck her immediately it was that he was a contradiction in terms. Everything he seemed to be and not at all.

“Exactly what -is- your job function?”

“I go where my Master cannot.” He laughed lightly adding a sparkle to his eyes. The expression on his face was meant to be placating.

“You mean Mr. SuperKen?”  Pulling out her quill and piece of parchment she plopped down unceremoniously with her tush on the dock and her legs crossed. He stood over her, observing for a moment. Nodding slowly, he lowered himself to her level.

“My employer is easily recognized and there are many…” He paused for a moment considering his words. “Pitfalls that come with a familiar name and face. I act as an envoy.”

“And a gopher, do you not?” Turning her bright blue eyes up to his.

“I do a great many things for him. I started out as a bard.”

“As in playing music, singing, the whole bit?”
“Aye. There were many praises to give for My Lord.” A smile twitched across his face then, lighting up his somber yet playful eyes only adding to the contradiction that was Taliesin.

“I have yet to hear you sing.”

“I rarely do it these days. I have taken to playing with my wand now that the Exalted has no use for songs.”

“Is it a big wand?”

“See for yourself!”

Taliesin, true to his word, withdrew a brilliantly colored staff both bejeweled and practical. Cecilie, could certainly see why it was so favored.

“Have you had to demonstrate its use for your Lord?”

“Aye. He requires many performances. It makes up for the lack of music.”

“And what of you? This life certainly doesn’t lend itself to settling down. You are not married then correct?”

“No, I’m afraid I’ve never found the time. Eventually his Highness will get bored with the wand and wish me to move on. But ever present is my traveling. That is my main function.”

“Yes, I’ve seen you at many of the political functions in his stead.”

Picking up her parchment, Cecilie rose from her seated position and thanked him for his time. “I reserve the right to ask additional questions later.”

Grinning, he tilted his head as if the invite were with wide open arms. “I look forward to it.”

Word on the street is a marriage is coming, between Claudia Drusilla of Hearthfire, and the long lost brother of Elladan.

On Tuesday, people gathered at the Eternal Flame of Aino, to honor the fallen Uba Ptah Mun, whom some claim was murdered in cold blood at the hands of the vicious Dante of Magincia, and others who have fallen in the recent past. Leading the Silent Sojourn through the land, across the portal at the EM Hall and into Malas, Claudia and her retinue arrived at last to the Temple of Hearthfire, where she delivered a rousing speech “…to honor lost family and friends, and to allow our flames to dry your tears in the rapture of love.”

At this point, she led the procession in a tour through the recently reconstructed city, and announced her betrothal to the twin of Elladan.

I met this twin, called Elrohir, as I visited Luna earlier this week. Dressed in the accoutrements of a Ranger, and carrying an Elven Bow, he smelled of the outdoors, and could have passed for fraternal sibling if he wanted. He claims to have recently arrived by boat, having been separated from Elladan for decades. He seemed curious about his betrothed, and inquired if I knew her, to which I smirked, and replied I did.

- Nicholas Tarrant

Event: The High Lords of Britannia – at the behest of Senator Goodfellow – are calling for citizens to gather on the Isle of J’helom to distribute food and supplies to the Valorians.

Purpose: Rogue Traders that had once served Britannia and its Immortal Lord have turned against it. The famine has struck hard there. Crime is now common as people turn from the government and the Virtues to adopt radical new stances. It is the hope of Senator Goodfellow that bringing aid to the Valorians will restore hope and will do something to quell the violence there.

Date: Wednesday, February 15th 2012.

Time: To be announced.

Location: J’helom Moongate, in the Kingdom of Trammel.

At the behest of Senator Goodfellow, the High Lords of Britannia held a public forum to discuss and debate the meaning of the recent riots and the incidence of anarchism that has ensued.

For those unaware, the past weeks have been filled with violence, as citizens and radicals disillusioned with the Britannian and Magincian governments have begun organizing violent protests and riots. The governments of both states have responded, in turn, with violence of their own. Though on the surface, the riots are an eclectic collection of those espousing socialist or anarchist values, some suspect something more sinister. Transhumanists and others showing evidence of mutation have been found amongst the radials, though it is unclear if the underground cults of Exodus or the Shadowlords are behind these uprisings.

Below are some of the major highlights of the discussion.

Senator Goodfellow chaired the event. In attendance was Councilors Elladan, Magdalena, Christianson and Wildstar. Ta’lin was late, and Fig was absent.

Silverbrook, representing the Isle of Magincia and the Cult of the Azure Dragon, was also in attendance.

Senator Goodfellow called for a truce between the warring powers and the independent states, suggesting that all band together to provide aid to the starving and the impoverished. The stores of Castle Britannia be thrown open and distributed to the common people as famine sweeps the realm.

Senator Goodfellow called for a drive to be held on Wednesday, February 15th, to distribute rations to the people of J’helom in Trammel.

Senator Goodfellow called for the mobilization of the Red Ankh, a multinational aid foundation, to distribute supplies and tend to the sick.

Senator Elladan seemed adverse to the suggestions of Goodfellow, declaring that his main interest was the maintenance of Trinsic. Another pointed out that he was elected to oversee and protect the realm of Britannia, not just one township, to which he responded “it is a large city.”

The Nameless One brought highlighted concerns over the nature of those instigating the riots and the potential connection to Exodus. His concerns were dismissed.

James brought attention to “Winged Overlords” that have declared a sort of martial law in Vesper.

Queen Shieba’s Alliance, the sovereign order of Virtue, pledged to oversee aid in Britain, while the Order of the Thorn pledged to defend Yew. Elladan pledged to Trinsic, and Dar to Skara Brae. Amber to Moonglow. The New Magincian Thieves Guild pledged to Old Magincia, while the New Magincian Parliament is pledged to New Magincia.

The wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings or endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was a beginning.

It was a cold winter day as the Captain raced against the harsh wind through the woods of Britain. Despite the chill, beads of sweat were starting to form on his brow. Unarmed as he was, he seemed to be openly defying any would-be rioters. However, there were no troublemakers to be found this morning. That was fine with the captain as his eyes focused on the road ahead of him. Running was one activity that always helped him to think clearly and there was much to think about.

The past several weeks had weighed down heavily on his shoulders. The rumors about the involvement of his nephew in the massacre had swirled out of control. He felt that he no longer had the trust of the citizens nor the Royal Guard. Truly, many sympathized with him. Yet, there was often a hesitation to it. The actions of his nephew, regardless of the circumstances, had tainted him irrevocably.

“Aye, Jenkins, old chap! You know there is no going back from this,” he spoke out loud to himself.

Truth to be told, he knew this day was coming for some time now. But, he had grown so attached to the people and the kingdom that the desire to see things through had held him back from the inevitable. But, the needs of the kingdom are greater than any one man. His father had always taught him that. And, it was clear to him that the kingdom needed a new leader to step up from the ashes.

“Aye, Jenkins, old chap!” He muttered to himself again, “It is time to hang the boots! Perhaps, that sea adventure you always longed for…”

Event Notification:

Saturday, Feb 4th, 2:00 PM PST / 5:00 PM EST.
Location: The Great Hall of Castle Britannia.
Note: No monsters, no rewards.

Things to Come
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