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Tammuz. Eighteen. The Nasaru preserves, the Shade shelters. Once again, Ephia's Well has a Legate, averting the crisis of interregnum and ushering in the beginnings of order and security anew. Let us rejoice, even as we resolve that complacency not conquer us. I myself yet seek both archaeological finds and baublium, in advancement of my research; and in time, I shall renew my expeditions forth to the wastes. Live and drink, Ephians, live and drink...

I think Ephia's Well lacks a cooking station. Could be cool to add one.

Tammuz. Thirteen. The Nasaru preserves, the Shade endures. I am Nadiri Tallariel Galayn, and I urge the people of Ephia's Well to heed my words, upon the eve of this seminal election. We now have no Legates, and the election but seeks to place one and one alone upon the seat until the next election. Our citadel is yet young, and endures upon a delicate balance of the Accord, that weighs upon a fragile scale the powers of its three signatories: the Janissaries, the Astronomers, and the Cinquefoil.

I am not a man of great political inclination, merely a humble servant of Ephia's Well who hopes to some meager wisdom, and I must urge you in casting your votes in a fashion that does not destabilize this delicate balance. Vote for Cyrille, if you must. Vote for Sol Auk, if you must. Vote not, however, for Lynneth of conflicted loyalties, she who is bound by oaths of allegiances to the Grandmaster of the Cinquefoil Rose. She is a good woman, I am sure, of benevolent intentions and strong morals, but she heralds an irreparable damage to our institutions and the balance of the Accord. Let her do good as a Balladeer, indeed, an officer amongst them, let her rise in their ranks, let her do good deeds with the Cinquefoil, but do not permit any of the Accords unto the Legate seat. And yes, in this, I include my fellow Astronomers, fortuitously enough none of whom are currently a candidate.

I bring dire warning, for it is the institutions, not the individuals, that we must elevate and preserve. Think of the elections to come, the precedents that may be set, that would impede the candidacy to worthier individuals indepedent of the factions, should it become established that the factions may claim the Legate seat. -Think of your own future, your own ambitions, if your vote sets the precedent that a Legate can be of the Accords. You would subjugate yourself to the factions, when instead it should be us who are servants of the Assembly and the Legates, not the masters. Heed my words, I must beg, heed my words, for the day a Janissary, a Cinquefoil, or even an Astronomer, becomes a Legate, is the day Ephia's Well's entire system of governance becomes grievously wounded to your own woe and hindrance.

Let those not of the Accords bear the banner of power upon a foundation of our guidance, strength, and service. I am a humble servant of Ephia's Well; let me remain such, instead of ushering in a world where those of the Accords must fight in elections to become your masters. Live and drink.

The 5th level summon is a Voiced monkey.

There definitely needs to be a job board elsewhere in Ephia's Well. Otherwise, if you are, say, a Janissary who is banned from the Krak due to interesting inter-faction conflict, you might well find yourself unable to quest at all without leaving Ephia's Well - you can't go to the Creep without a DM.

Perhaps the Janissary lobby near the bounty board or even the Palatial Pyramid itself, IMO.

Tammuz. Second. The Nasaru preserves, the Shade shelters. Nigh forty of us ventured forth to distant Luca Ferra, and twelve of us returned alive. Into its shadowed depths we ventured, and great were the evils we braved and vanquished, yet our failing strength could not be mustered to face the last of the ancient horror that dwelled within. Be wary, those who travel the Sea of Pearls. Be wary. My heart breaks and weeps for old friends, for the likes of Hayes and Brandy were amongst those who did not live to see the dawn of Tammuz the Second. Live and drink, and may the Twindari guide you. A full accounting of those who fell would have to be undertaken, but not this eve, not by I, for I am weary...

Hziran. Twenty-seven. The Nasaru preserves, the Shade shelters, and Ephia's Well endures. Despite the chaos and tribulations, the Ash Storm had not bested us. Nevertheless, our stores of baublium have been depleted, and I now seek to lead an expedition to the dunes of rust and ruin that we may unearth more of this precious fuel for the Nasaru. Come, I bade those who would join me, to gather at the Krak. We shall have to tread cautiously, for the agents of Qa'im are ever afoot. Live and drink, and remebmer ever to provide what baublium you may have found to my master, Apothar Permithan. You have seen, most of you, with your own eyes, the dire necessity of the Shade. Be grateful, and diligent, in maintaining it.

Hziran. Sixteen. The Nasaru preserves, the Shade shelters. Let it be known that Apothar Azimi's counsel upon myself had once went unheeded, only to be proven true, to my rue; and for my ignorance, I offer apologies sincere. The star of B'aara shines with beneficent upon the spirit of forgiveness, and the star of Izdu upon the humility and contrition of we who yet ever strive to cure our errors, and both shine bright this eve. Live and drink, this has been Nadiri Tallariel.

Hziran. Fifteen. The Nasaru preserves, the Shade shelters. The appointed hour nears, those whom I had spoken with in the spirit of collaboration; let the Star of Izdu shine with beneficent brilliance upon our endeavours this eve. Live and drink, I wait at the Krak.

Janissary! I seen them star kissin' astronomers personally dressin' and undressin' ladies of the Rose, and whisperin' with map makers on the side too. They be makin' schemes against you, I know it true. Sayin' they seen it in the stars.

Heed not the words of that fork-tongued slattern. There are no shortage of odd cultists, rumor-mongers, liars, and the like in this Well. You can find one more charming than her to poison your ears.

Slattern? Ye learn that word fropm some calendar in an astronomer's bedchamber? The Jannisary heard what you be doin', plottin and such, blowing sand in their eyes to hide yer uprisin'. But we good folk can see it true as the dawn that you be trying to overthrow the Well, taking it from the Sultan. Hope them good Legates of ours put a stop to your wild sproutin' of thorns.

Hziran! Nine! The Nasaru preserves, and the Shade shelters, without discrimination nor cruelty, for it shelters even the vile-tongued, lying, wretched serpent who would rail against we who labor diligently to keep Ephia's Well unburied! The Star of Izdu burns brightly at the apogee of the heavens, lending its celestial brilliance upon our Cosmos, and perhaps a /FRACTION/ of it might go into that thick-skulled noggins of your head! We dress and undress the secrets of the Cosmos, we unearth and whisper the principles of Celestial Gravitation, and we make schemes to but procure more of the knowledge that even now wards all the peoples of Ephia's Well against the cataclysm of the Ash Storm! Live, drink, and LEARN, fool!

Hziran. Fifth. The Nasaru preserves, the Shade shelters. We continue to reside within the shield of the desert, warded against the Ash Storm, while the Star of Izdu warms in the apogee to beckon us to explorations. As I delve into the into the principles which undergird our Celestial Disc and the secrets of our Cosmos, I find my inquest ever hungry for more resources to its aid. I shall pay handsomely for archaeological scraps, rune-fragments and the likes, and deliveries of baublium can now go to me as well as Apothar Cassandra. Furthermore, those seeking the mantle of Legate may seek me, that we can speak of a legislation that shall go for the betterment of Ephia's Well. Live and drink, this has been Nadiri Tallariel.

Hziran! Second! The Nasaru preserves, and the Shade shelters! The dawning of a new month, with the Star of Izdu upon its apogee! The constellation of the Resplendent Empress burns across the heavens, her gleaming beneficience illuminating a month of glorious opportunities for the ambitious and grasping. Stoke your songs of want, and coax it into deeds that impel you to valor! And now a reminder, that any baublium you should find ought be handed to the Astronomers, that we may yet hold off the apocalypse that seeks to bury us in ash. Live and drink, friends, and let us together, through diligently labor by the grace of B'aara the Mother, defy the Ash Storms.

Iyar. Twenty Eight. The Nasaru preserves! The Shade shelters! The Star of Izdu burns towards its ascension in herald of a new month that is in the days to come, a new month of opportunities and possibilities! Behold, behold, the constellation of the Wandering Moon, as it gleams above our Celestial Disc. A word of reminder! Spare no hesitation if baublium you should uncover, remember ever to bring it to the Eagle's Mount. Live and drink, live and drink, a Djinn is banished!

Iyar. Twenty Seven. The Shade shelters. The Star of Izdu reigns with iridescent glory as it streaks towards the apogee of the Cosmos, while the Sublimate Sultan gazes down with beneficence. With this new SEXTANT I have earned through diligent labor, I have charted the portents evinced upon our Celestial Disc and gleaned from the mathematical principles or our creation that we must remain most vigilant against the baleful influence of the Djinni. It is waxing, and that heralds danger most dire. Report any such sightings of Brooking to the Eagle's Mount, or any phenomenon that should be suspicious and otherworldly. Keep an eye out, my fellows of Ephia's Well, and live and drink.

Iyar. Twenty Six. The Shade shelters. The Star of Izdu strays towards its apogee in the high heavens, drawing the choir of hours in a merry dance around the Celestial Disk as they sing the song of Want. We Disciples of Q'tolip continue to labor diligently, to maintain the thin shroud that is all which stands between Ephia's Well and the cataclysm of an Ash storm. Remain vigilant and watchful, for there have been rumors of those who would hoard their baublium to spite our survival; report any such improper activities to the Janissaries. Live and drink, people of the Well.