.... What?
session 9

Seriously.  WHAT!?   WHAT tHE EVEN WHAT?!

I can't even…. 




I'm blaming Avis… no reason. he's just there.



No, no, no
Session 9

They are all dead. And it is my fault. Damn it all.


This is unacceptable.

Completely and utterly unacceptable. 

Session 8

I always knew that Aela was thick headed.

She successfully nearly shattered the skull of that flying harlot and retrieved the infant, providing us with the loyalty of the Seras and saving the child! 

Or so I would say were our luck not accursed! By Autochthon's Foresight! We chased a bread-thief! The sheer madness of it is infuriating!

I admit that I took the news poorly as we chased after her. the good doctor liberated the poxy bandit of her ill-gotten goods, my potential murderer provided us with a great steed and I (failed) to knock her from her stormy mount. All for a loaf of bread!

I reacted poorly, I admit. In fact I used the divine power of the sun to forge a the loaf into a weapon of righteous vengeance! Nemi will laugh at me for that one.

I could swear I was good at this.
Session 7

We have been strung along like puppets by those little stars, star-strung threads guiding us along. I should be embarrassed but I tend to forget that I am rather young, both in body and mind to a large degree I would suppose.

We ran into our Ironwolf as well, inasmuch as circles matter. 

A bounty hunter, an assassin, an investigator or a wandering chef. I do not know who he is or what he is but that seems like a norm. I will trust for now, enough to follow his lead. My father would weep that I am reduced to trusting a man after my life.

I also spoke to the Seras, hoping to learn more of Ortan's gift and win him to our cause. That it went poorly has left me with a curious thought. 

I no longer sway the hearts of men and not for a lack of essence, I wonder if I have changed or if I am perhaps a relic? 

It matters little I suppose.

Oh and if that were not enough, the sidereals are sorcerers. 

And one has the baby.

Avis is hilarious when mad
(Seriously, bread boomerang?)

Well I am going to count this as a win.  I needed it, it happened, we were awesome.


So we found one of the baby thieves or so we thought.   A sorcerer who was using a whirlwind to get away.   Fight started bumpy as we used Etzo's mount to give chase.  What i did was crazy and stupid but I did it anyway.   

I leapt from the bug into the whirlwind to grapple the sorcerer in mid air on her own whirlwind and held her in place so Nihil could grab the baby. 

Avis' when he found out it wasn't a baby was infuriated.  He's actually funny when he gets mad.  He made Etzo throw the loaf of distraction bread back at the sorcerer while I headbutted her. 

They caught us before we made a big pink stain on the surface of the water and we flew back. 

We were tricked, but at this point i'll take a crazy insane fight that didn't have any of us lose arms as a win!  Go us!

Anyway, Etzo is trying to show me how to ride so we'll see how that goes. 

Well that didn't explain much.
(Double sessions, 6 and 7)

more scribbling

So a regrouping was required.   Everyone had sort of split up after … well I guess we can call it a win?   I still don't think it was.

I decided to get some rest and start seeking them out after some rest.  The Sensei and the Doctor were in the woods, which after what happened seemed a bad idea.   Root and I managed to track down the doctor and keep him from becoming a snack for some wolves, and together we managed to track down the sensei who was meditating. 

Doc says he can fix the Sensei's arm.   At this point I am not really going to disbelieve anything.

We head up to meet with Avis up at his little hideout in the mountain.

It's only as small as his ego…

Apparently this was a meeting place for, well, us, way back when.  I don't really get it. I get flashes of insight of someone else's life but it is meaningless to me. 

I just wish he wouldn't talk down to me about it like i'm some moron for not knowing this history.  Wasn't exactly taught after basic ettiquete or spear lessons with Root.

Anyway, turns out some other threat is on the horizon, and he can't trust us about it so he does this binding oath thing.  I guess the Realm has discovered a superweapon, and while I am currently not a fan of Avis, last thing I want to see is the realm waltzing in and taking over the place with some super weapon.


So thats what we have done.


Then the new guy showed up.

I like him.   He seems to have some of the knowledge Avis has but doesn't talk down to me about it.

Also he is hard to notice so… That's helpful.

Anyway we all decided to talk a check in on the village's visitors.  

We split apart for a bit, Doc and the new guy heading to the clinic while Avis, Sensei and I headed to the boats.  

After getting invited to a small feast (didn't realize how hungry I was til now), we were alerted to a sound coming from outside.  A beautiful wasp, and someone taking to the sky with one of the children…

Session 6

It is odd, how I feel alone despite being surrounded by the villagers and my Nemi.

I thought that I had found a part of myself in them but instead I have come to question whether that absence should have existed in the first place. They are strangers, ones that neither share my beliefs nor care for them.

The Lunar called me a deceiver, I wonder if he was an ancient who fled from us cow-hearted or if he was a student of the cowards who learned a more convenient narrative. It does not matter, he is stronger and I stood alone for they had no interest in holding him.

So I fled, from them, my failure and that wretch.

I had been so proud of my manse, my home. A place I could build from, forget. Now it seems like a poor jape. A false promise.

I told Belvarin that we would find the children, that was a lie. The Sidereals, the Lunars. They are traitors. The Dragon-blooded fractured and they hate us in any case.

And now the Solars are clear. They do not care either. Drunk on their own missions, their own glories and I am no better.

I wonder what use you see in all of this Sol?

I told them what it was, where it was. They do not understand though even as they swore their vow. Bound by pragmatism more than trust or understanding of my words.

I should not have done it there, the murals meant nothing despite my faint hopes. 

I need sleep.

But sadly that is not an option in truth.

I Suck
Session 5 (Aela)

 Frustrated Scribbling

So turns out I'm not really as good as I thought, and am now concerned about taking back home.   The Sensei lost an arm!  Sure I managed to get by with minor cuts and bruises, but man.   I got off lucky.  So much death.

War sucks….

I suck….

Well there is an exalt who is silver and can turn into a dragon.  He surrendered, we "won" but it sure doesn't feel it.  And now Avis is just red and not shutting up at mocking this thing.   The babies are gone.  I am definitely not ready.  

The World Does Not Make Sense, Nothing Does.
Session 5

I will take back everything bad I ever said about my brother if he can stitch my arm back together properly. 

Today was a mess, plain and simple. I have no other words, we were defeated, humiliated and played for fools.

I should have pushed harder, everyone would have been safe in the Cradle. I should have tried harder. We lost more in wealth and people and pride than I think we even had to begin with.

I can at least be thankful that Belvarin managed to get as many as he did out of the village before that wretch attacked. They were waiting for that damned prophesy, the moment the women laboured they came.

Rank after rank, a sea of wolf-men slaves. I use no other word for they followed that oathbreaker to their deaths.

The Sensei paid for his mistake with his hand, my own body is in tatters but we managed to hold. How far we have fallen that we were so overwhelmed. Were it not for Aela we would have been ruined.

She was magnificent, sun and moon flowing across the field of battle. Like the reaver she is at heart she danced through them, crushing their packs as if they were nothing but grass. But even she is but one, as fine a Rising Sun as could be hoped for but still just a youth. Just like we all are, even I.

I must be a fool for I did not forsee what came next. The great beast that led them killed what little hope I had for the host. That rabid beast led its slaves to their death, killed ours and his while charging through our settlement.

Then it brought forth the brand of the moon and I could feel my heart break. The Lunars have fallen, they are as damned as the rest. He claimed that he would fell the Starborn as he drove into the clinic.

The midwives were gone with the children. The filthy traitors had been among us all along and I did not see them. We did not see them.

Now they are gone with the children while the brute offered his surrender. 

Were we not so desperate I would rip his dark heart from his chest so that I could free the trapped exaltation within. 

But we are desperate, we are shattered, we are weak.

I am weak.

This must change.

I wonder how Nemi will take her partner's failure?

The Storm Might be Exalted
Session 4

Fulgrite, the chained lightning.

We are one step closer to finding out what exactly that means. 

The Sensei finally gathered us today and declared his intent to deal with the beastmen of the region. Unsurprisingly we all agreed to the venture, two months on waiting for something to happen has been known to weigh on the nerves and that is doubly so for the chosen.

Ultimately it was decided that Nemi and Root should remain behind to protect the village from assault while we were away. Root shared what I would consider a heartwarming farewell with his student and ward while Nemi decided to mark the occasion by introducing me to the butt of her firewand. Heh, some things really never seem to change. Our good doctor opted to terrify some pregnant women prior to our departure, skilled or not the man seems somewhat unstable at times.

In any case once we daeparted and made our way to the sight where the Sensei claimed that the local Beastmen gathered things got interesting rather quickly.

We met with and the elder of the tribe we encountered. By met of course I mean we ran into a rather thick language barrier layered with distrust and hostility. As is the custom of the sunborn we triumphed however through the traditional mix of spewing copious amounts of lights, finger painting and threats. 

Not the most complex depiction of events but eventually we were able to convince the tribe to come under our command through the auspices of an alliance. I suspect that my brothers are of a mind with me on this matter at least, having some additional warriors on our side would not hurt. 

After all this 'Fulgrite' as it has been called commands many larger tribes of a similar style to the Balvor that we allied with. Made worse was the elder Belvarin's reaction to our anima, he dubbed us 'Fulgrite' as well.

I take this to mean one of three things, in order of potential concern:

1-They associate the name Fulgrite with great displays of power.

2-This Fulgrite is capable of glowing.

3-The most troubling option: Fulgrite is an exalt.

I hope to ask Belvarin more of this foe once he has been properly educated in a more common tongue, I do so despise being unaware of my foes.

In the name of security I plan to introduce my brothers to my home, secrets with a practical application should not be kept hidden in such a problematic situation.


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