The Correspondance of Lucine Sewell

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[SIZE="5"][COLOR="Indigo"]The Correspondance of Lucine Sewell[/COLOR][/SIZE]

I have been privy to many things in my time here, and I have met many interesting people, some of which undoubtedly touched and changed me moreso than others. Of these, Lucine Sewell was one of the few that truly impressed me with the courage to seek Truth despite pressures to do otherwise. In my mind she will always remain a model to live up too, a woman of morals and ideals unsurpassed.

Her life, however, was not all the high adventure and goodly deeds one might think it was on the surface. She was troubled by contact with powers she did not readily understand, coerced in manners strange and foreign, as were many of her brethren in the Numinous Order. Do not doubt they were good peoples, but peoples led astray by powers they mistook for the divine.

I shall relate those visions for you now, as they were related to me, so that in her passing, all might better understand these events.

My first dream saw me standing in a small clearance in the forest, a crackling fire with the sweet smell of a roast and two people, a man and a woman, talking gently to each other. They were dressed in green leathers and were oblivious to my presences, and I found that I could not move or communicate with them in any way. As I was trying to discern their quiet murmurings a man suddenly walk through me. He was dressed in expensive robes and accompanied by two guards dressed in the uniforms of the Old Port Guards. The two Wyrm Watchers were obviously expecting him and greeted him with familiarities. They conversed idly for a moment and through this process I learned that the Wyrm Watchers were called Mario and Katerina, while the merchant from Old Port presented himself as Talius. They were discussing a contract, I believe, and Talius informed the two that the Principia saw no reason for their continued cooperation. The Wyrm Watchers stated that they would continue their efforts and that Old Port could contact them by lightening the signal fires in the towers. Then the guests from Old Port vanished and the vision became unclear and hazy. Mario approached me slowly and I suddenly realized that he could see me. His shape started to twist and change until it was no longer a man but a tall dark creature standing in front of me. It grabbed my jaw and forced me to look directly at him while hissing in my ear to “Listen." Then the dream ended and the Kingsman burst into my room worried about my screaming and pleases for somebody to “Let me go."

My second dream came some days later; my sleep had been restless ever since the first dream and I found myself tired and anxious. In this dream I was flying northwarths while forests grew and died below me, possibly indicating the passage of time. I saw lit peel towers peaking through the mist but as I approached them, the lights dimmed and died out and the forest grew to cover the towers. Perhaps centuries passed before my eyes in mere moments. Eventually my gaze settled on drier lands that felt more contemporary. I was in a desert, sand as far as I could see. Before me stood a man dressed in light leather garbs, he told me I was late. I was about to respond, when again a person passed through me, it was clear that the comment had not been addressed to myself. I was immobilized, only a spectator of the scene that unfolded before my eyes. The two men discussed the renewal of their oath, an oath their grandfathers had taken, to the Watcher in connection with Zarono’s desire to reestablish the proper rule in Old Port. Then they spoke of some tablets to “King Hamilcar.” As before the voices faded and the dream became unclear. One of the men approached me, his shape changing before my eyes to the form of a faun. His voice was metallic and otherworldly. “You know who it is.” He said “All I wish in exchange for these continued insights is that you do with it what you normally do." Then awoke again by somebody, (Argos, that despicable man) barging into my room, hoping that whatever made me scream in such a way, hurt

My third dream came to me as I passed out in the grass by the beach after our unsuccessful attempt to light the tower. A voice spoke to me “Sons of the Wyrm Watchers are alive, but their duties forgotten. Fire will not be noticed."[

After our fruitless attempts to find meaning to my dreams, I spoke with the Awakened that deemed my inability to understand my dreams a sign that I had strayed away from the Path of the Three and was possessed by a malicious spirit that sought to lead me into my demise. He then said that the only way for me to redeem myself is to find Mythar Dust from the ogre tribes in the Mountain and succumb to a rigorous ritual of exorcism.

His words are what has made me so reluctant to speak of these dream further. Dreams and visions are held in high esteem in our Order, but never had I believe my failure to properly understand their message meant that I was falling into the hands of evil. I do not feel prone to evil thought or action, but yet I feel I cannot disagree with the wisdom of the head of our Religious Order

Even the gods are not utterly infallible, yet Nethzerim remains the most wizened soul I've ever encountered. So disagreement in and of itself is not necessarily contrary to the will of the Three and One-- but it is certainly not something that should be done lightly

L.Sewell

This dream was more vivid than the last; I could move and talk freely something I was unable to do in the past. Again, I was in a forest clearance and once more I stood in front of the green-clad man I have come to recognize as a Wyrm Watcher, next to him was a young boy with a haughty and stern expression uncommon for a child his age. When the man called me to him, I was expecting another person to appear from behind as before. But this time a woman appeared to my left, she was disguised but somehow I could identify her features as my own. She walked into my worm, and I felt like I was talking in her stead.

“The merchants know what you have done. The merchants are coming for his head; he is the heir after all” The woman said.

“We preserve the line of Senuspur, it is the Oath to the prince, the oath allow us to do anything less” the man replied.

“You could have participated and defended in the war” the woman countered.

“Not the Wyrm Watchers’ place. Fabricio wouldn’t have it any other way” the Wyrm Watcher replied.

The woman said that things have changed now with the pampered, greedy and soul-selling men in charge. She urged them to hide as Bounty Hunters would surely be after them.

The last thing the man said before he took the child and left was

“House Senuspur will rise again”.

The woman called him “Argenti” before she left.

A few moments after they had departed two leather-clad men arrived, talking about a bounty, though they soon fell to the Wyrm Watcher’s snares.

Then I awoke with a raging head-ache.

I imagine Fabricio is the founder of the Wyrm Watcher, while the man with the boy “Argenti” became the leader of the new tribe, when they settled in the desert. The boy was obviously the heir to the King/Prince Senuspur. I am not familiar with the history, but was the royal family victims of usurping by the merchants? Does the heir still live?

Honorable Master Garlin

I come to you with the latest tale in the development of the Wyrm Watcher with the hope that you will keep my confidence until such a time when I have passed on to the Lake and the Dreamer. A time that shall come sooner rather than later, I fear.
The Asylum must be one of the more abominable places in Old Port where people can pay to watch and torture the prisoners for their own amusement. We saw children, old men and women kept as “entertainment”. No doubt some of these are truly insane and would not survive on their own, but the cruelty of their containment goes beyond anything I had ever imagined.
Unfortunately we were met with sudden resistance and had to use force to make our way out of the Asylum or we would undoubtedly be used as decoration for the Count’s fortress walls. The prisoner we freed, the Argenti-man, said he had been thrown in the cell after he came into a quarrel with some one of the Old Port guards. He was in Old Port to deliver a package from King Hamilcar to the Count and, according to himself; it would look bad if he was killed.
I wonder if this King Hamilcar might be the heir of Senuspur and thus a challenge to the Count’s authority in Old Port? Could it be he fears a potential uprising and at such he became suspicious when he heard about our enquires about the Argenti-man?

With regards,
Lucine.

Lucine later sent me a brief work on the History of the Wyrm Watchers as we then understood it, one that I think worthy of sharing despite the political climate. While misconceptions may burden it, I hope it proves an illuminating and useful text to the reader.

Founded sometime before the year 1292 DR, the Wyrm Watchers worked as cartographers, scholars and explorers under the patronage of the Prince Senuspur.
Amniam usurpers (sometimes referred to as Amnian merchants) ended the rule of the Four Houses of Old Port in what is known as the War of the Four Houses or the War of Succession. During this time the heir of Senuspur, a small boy, was hidden away by the Wyrm Watchers so that he’d not be scarred by the errors of his forefathers (alternative rumors would have it that he was kidnapped by rebels, that he fled the city with some men and was later killed in the forest). Alcon Thurtree makes the first mention of the Argenti in his journal found in the Veil.

Alacon Thurtree, (who identifies himself as something called a 'Knight of the Four Houses.)

We are lost. Such calamity was afflicted upon ours ranks by the Amnians that I scarcely know who survives. I personally saw the traitor Martel fell Lord Blackhearth and Sir Fray, yet unconsciousness claimed me soon after and I awoke to find no companions but the ravens. Alas, that such noble men should meet unhappy ends!

For ten days and five I have wandered, and I have met no living man yet upon my unhappy march- yet ahead of me lies the old Forest- and perhaps within its embrace I shall find refuge and companionship with Argenti's men, gods willing.

- A. Thurtree, 1292 DR

It seems strange that Alcon Thurtree would mention the Argentin’s men in year 1292 when Watcher John Rorys clearly refers to himself as a Watcher and notes that they abandoned their oath in 1293. It is likely that Fabricio Argenti had already established a branch of Watchers at that time that referred to themselves as the Argenti, yet the tribe was most likely not recognized.

After the struggles in Old Port the new Principia saw no reason to continue to pay the Wyrm Watchers for their efforts in the Archipelago. Yet the Wyrm Watchers would stay true to the Oath they had made to the prince and continue their work on the Archipelago, for at least another year.

Nightal 2, 1293 D.R.

It is done then. The vote has been cast, and our oaths abandoned Alas that such an ancient and noble order should disband marred by war and betrayal. But the argument was without fault- the Port has become a rotten place, and it is no longer fitting that we give allegiance to fat merchants who would rather gorge upon luxury than rule with a just hand. The Amnians sent representative to our camp three nights past, claiming himself a representative of the 'Principia of Old Port'. He was turned away, without guide. It is more than like the forest has claimed him by now.

Rumour bought back by survivors of Greywood's host say that they have begun executing those suspected of 'murdering' the last heir of the Senuspur Family, although they have not yet thought to look to Ymph. It is fitting that the boy shall lie hidden with us, perchance that he can grow to be a just man, free from the faults that so blighted his forefathers.

-Watcher John Rors

Sometime after the War of Succession the Wyrm Watchers, under the tutelage of Fabricio Argenti moved over the mountains to the desert and settled there as a nomadic tribe. They took the name of their first leader, Argenti, and became known as the Argenti Tribe. Sometime later they established a form of monarchy and is currently ruled by King Hamilcar.

L. Sewell

This is the legacy of Lucine Sewell, with an unusual, and perhaps questionable, insight into the past of these isles. She served the Colony as Courtier and lost her life in the Battle of the Bogs. Although I offered a path of survival, she chose to stand beside those who believed they could end a threat to the people here and lost all in the attempt. Let her be remembered with fond thoughts.

Asdon Garlin, Lorekeeper of Oghma