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Our vision has been subsumed by the esoteric designs of a cult and the avaricious excesses of mercenaries who would sooner see us dead than successful.

I am beginning to fret that I am the sole pursuant of our interests.

And if that is the case, mayhap I am little more than the weight which drags us away from our destination - whatever that might be.

Whether it be through obfuscation from competing interests or my own stubborn reticence, I have completely lost sight of our purpose.

Now I am left to contemplate whether this is still worth fighting for.

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Our vision has been subsumed by the esoteric designs of a cult and the avaricious excesses of mercenaries who would sooner see us dead than successful.

I am beginning to fret that I am the sole pursuant of our interests.

And if that is the case, mayhap I am little more than the weight which drags us away from our destination - whatever that might be.

Whether it be through obfuscation from competing interests or my own stubborn reticence, I have completely lost sight of our purpose.

Now I am left to contemplate whether this is still worth fighting for.

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Given the two extremes (assuming it's too much of a hassle to rework the system in any meaningful way), I prefer the oribtal elbow drop of being a crippled addict over having the Drink washed away as irrelevant.

It was cool. It was thematic. It generated drama. I do not think it's good for the faction if the Drink becomes a thing that nobody interacts with or cares about.

We went from having -999 strength to having -0 strength. It'd be neat to find a happy medium. -4 strength for a little bit? Even -2 would be nice.

Thematically, I want to feel the burn of no longer seeing the Valley of Paradise and having to rely on the Sisters for my fix. The bite to the Drink seems to have been lost here; I don't even pay attention to when the addiction hits anymore because it seemingly doesn't matter.

Friend,

I'll find you this evening for a chat.


    -- Aubrey
       

My friends,

I eagerly await a response on this important matter.

    -- Aubrey Domergue
       Lyrist of the Lost Hearth
       

Sisters and Acolytes,

I would greatly appreciate a full written report of the incident that occurred the other evening wherein Sister Jamei was attacked by Gedwyr.

Kindly include a list of involved and present individuals -- including those who aided Gedwyr in the attack.

Yours,

    -- Aubrey Domergue
       Lyrist of the Lost Hearth
       

cool cat, good luck on the next.

O favored Dragon of mine,

You and I have long since admitted that Ephia's Well is a stage. I know you are looking for one final performance. I have a script to pitch you.

Come by the College on the morrow.

    -- Aubrey
       

Going through it right now between work and family. Playtimes are going to be reduced for a bit.

Friend,

What a terrible thing to have to commit to paper. What a miserable lot to live, to not have the tenacity to say this in person.

Mayhap I am naive in the belief, but methinks two people suffering under the weight of the same obligations - from opposite sides of a conflict - would be able to find a measure of camaraderie from one another. That this shared hardship would incline us to a degree of empathy.

I do not hate you, Rennik. I admire that you have not allowed these burdens to annihilate you wholly. I pity you. In sooth, I pity you mayhap because I do not have the capacity to pity myself - in spite of knowing all too well the force of the pressure we weather on a daily basis.

The Banda Rossa had to be appeased. Similarly, the Fourth Legion could not be cowed. Two competing but necessary truths. Two realities that must be brought to fruition to ensure that Ephia's Well and its People are not permanently carved from this Disc.

I am not happy with the outcome. But I acknowledge that it could have been much worse. I lament the coarse truth - that I am so embroiled in the battle to guarantee the sureness of our futures that I must repeatedly sacrifice a piece of myself to safeguard that charge.

I do not even know if there will be enough of me left to witness this future I fight for. I suspect there will not.

And yet this Disc will not be blessed with a verdant Bel-Ishun if there are not a surfeit of people willing to plant seeds they will never see bloom.

So if you are resolved to your hatred, I will weather it. But I would mourn the loss of one of the scant remaining friends who I can have the dignity of sincerity with.


    -- Aubrey
       

Limited access for a few days!

it is so funny that one of the first things i noticed is that there are 2 in the fortress

this definitely probably didn't totally prompt me to make this suggestion again in a desperate plea

Having a trash barrel somewhere that doesn't require us to go outside into the plaza would be very appreciated!

Always a treat. Loved butting heads with Emilia (and being the bitchy grandma).

Friends and companions,

I have issued a ban on the Janissary writ large and a boycott on the Cinquefoil Rose's participation in the war effort until the Fourth Legion rectifies the matter of Emilia Laurentis' death. This includes barring any associates of the Janissary who provide them supplies or aid them in circumventing the ban.

It should go without saying that myself and the Grandmaster anticipate that our sisters-in-purpose within the Priory will support this endeavor in an act of solidarity.

Matters must be discussed at length in person. I am certain we will have plenty to discuss over rosewine in the coming days.


Truth in Action,

    -- Aubrey Domergue
       Lyrist of the Lost Hearth