Week 10 News

News reaches all corners of Thyslann of the death of Empress Callistian. Bells toll for him across the Northern Empire and messengers carry word of the tragedy to every city and village of the Empire.

He has died before his time, of natural causes, having seen the happy union of Duchess Lucrece Calphurnia and Duchess Tiberius Carnifex in Dolom.

Following Callistian's death Empress Iohanna, now the Senior Empress of the North, has declared a period of mourning for her dear brother.

Following the death of Callistian, Lucrece Calphurnia was acclaimed Junior Empress by Northern troops following long-standing tradition. Once news of the popular support for Lucrece reached the Northern Imperial Capital of Lyre, from which Empress Iohanna rules, there was swift confirmation of Lucrece's position as Junior Empress.

A coronation in Tharena is planned once the peace negotiations with the Southern Empire have been concluded.

Oh it's getting busy again here on Kythara. Busy like it was at the height of the Labyrinth exploration. Ah what heady days they were, eh? Wine and coin flowing freely, customers everywhere, only the very occasional stabbing.

— Conversation between local merchants overheard in the Gilded Bucket in Anneia.

People are flooding back to Kythara, which has been appointed by the Northern and Southern Empires as the location for a Peace Summit to negotiate a lasting treaty between them. Retinues of various important diplomats and interested parties are expanding the existing camps outside the Labyrinth and the Market Street outside Anneia is once again bustling with activity.

Supreme Duchess Amalina of the Southern Empire and Empress Lucrece of the Northern Empire, together with a gaggle of diplomats and scholars, are expected to begin negotiations shortly.

Aye, took 'em away, said they was takin' em to see the Guardian. Came back just a couple hours later, good as new.

— Remarks from the brother of a sparkless person in Ulane.

With peace established between the Guardian Goddess and Her angels and the denizens of the Labyrinth and representatives of the overworld, life has slowly begun to return to normal. Most notably, the Guardian has with the help of Heida of the Collective and Vita of the Northern Empire undertaken the work of restoring the souls that She had taken.

Tai-An Zhulin, the former First-Daughter of the Land of Endless Sky, has now been crowned Emperor Tai-An of the Land of Endless Sky in a large ceremony on her family's ancestral grazing lands.

Shortly after, another ceremony was held to wed her to Fu-Shu Tori, of the influential Fu-Shu tribe who are well known for keeping up morale across the Land of Endless Sky during the course of the war. Fu-Shu Tori will now serve as First Wife to the Emperor.

Primus is in mourning after the tragic death of Forgemaster Prime Bacculus. A public Funeral in Primus was widely attended. As is traditional for the Legion, his body was burned within his forge so that he might produce one last batch of equipment, which will be kept as reminder's of his great contributions to the Legion.

Forgemaster's Prime Bacculus' nephew, Thrassus Fornax, has succeeded him as Forgemaster of the Fornax Forge.

A new Forgemaster Prime has yet to be elected.

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These hands are not strong enough to choke

the essential spark of being

that inclines the heart to love.

No match make I for the ambitious and empty,

warmongering and half-lived,

my hands grasp at my throat-

To achieve peace by violent means;

to die and come back stronger.

Who was it that said Unsex me here,

take out my blood and

put something more potent in my veins,

to make the spoils of war taste sweeter

if there be no option but to partake,

that I might throw my body on the pyre

and douse the flame.

Make me larger than fear, and I will bend the knee:

Pride will not feed a nation.

And in the Victory of Unbecoming,

when I am the only wave

on the stormless and open sea,

when the warships and tumult of the wind are engulfed

by the vastness of my wanting,

let me dissipate quietly into a smooth horizon

leaving only sea foam in my wake,

and the promise that all will be well.