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https://i.imgur.com/UCYGHVY.png https://illarion.org/shared/pics/caps/r.png egarding Master Nalcaryos's application for professorship As fellow colleague at the academy, I wish to share my considerations regarding Master Nalcaryos's proposition and offer my counsel. We shall first consider the argu...

Loud croaking heralds the arrival of a raven at the Sleepy Bujhaar Inn's rooftop terrace, where it drops a sealed letter before taking to the air again. https://i.imgur.com/UCYGHVY.png https://illarion.org/shared/pics/caps/t.png o the esteemed Mages of Galmair, Lady Clairette and Ms. Belisai I send ...

Cartaphilus slowly rotated a glass vial in his pale hand, beholding and ruminating on the black ooze within. Were it not for its label, one could have easily mistaken it for the inkwell in which he dipped his quill. 12. Findos 74. I had the pleasure of making the acquaintance of Nalcaryos von Weißha...

Drained and bruised from the examination ritual of the Rod of Erlick, Cartaphilus rested for some days. As soon as he could muster the strength to return to his desk, and his scuffed hands were able again to wield the quill unimpeded by pain, he committed his memories and conclusions of the last eve...

Cartaphilus, sitting at his desk, pressed his seal onto a letter, before adding it to a pile of others. A raven, the sorcerer's trusty messenger, sat perched by his side, and croaked expectantly at the pile of sealed parchments. "Not today," spoke the old man, and gently caressed the raven...

A bright pillar of light pierced through the twilight of dusk, and from it emerged an old man draped in a dark cloak and bearing a wand, who approached Cadomyr's town gate under the ever scrutinising watch of Horatio Milenus, the gate guard. Recognising the visitor as Cartaphilus, the ambassador of ...

A note was pinned to Runewick's announcement board: https://illarion.org/shared/pics/caps/t.png he Illuminates of Ethereal Arcane plan to conduct a ritual of arcane examination at the pillaged tomb of Irina Monteira, our academy's former librarian, to investigate if magic, be it necromancy or any ot...

Cartaphilus left a letter at the Quadruped Red Bird: https://illarion.org/shared/pics/caps/m.png aster Drakull A strange incident occurred during Mas: The coffin of Aswe's late wife, Irina Monteira, was exhumed, and her body vanished. Aswe suspects this to be the work of necromancers, and requests t...

A raven crows, announcing the delivery of a letter. https://i.imgur.com/UCYGHVY.png https://illarion.org/shared/pics/caps/d.png ear Lady Brightrim Our embassy accepts the suggested postponement of our meeting, and shall wait for a more convenient date. May Mr. Bottoms and his intrepid treasure hunte...

A by now familiar black bird delivers a letter. https://i.imgur.com/UCYGHVY.png https://illarion.org/shared/pics/caps/d.png ear Lady Brightrim I appreciate and accept your gracious invitation. Our embassage will prepare forthwith to arrive at your residence on the 1st of Adras. May our parley profit...

((On the question of why I wrote "privately" to Kat, when I just put it out on the forum: From what I see on the forum, it is not uncommon in Illarion to post characters' "private" writings publicly, such as diary entries or letters, presumably to allow other POs insight into on...

A raven descended from the clear skies over Cadomyr and perched on the balcony of Villa Annabeth, heralding its arrival with loud crowing. Should its call have summoned one of the villa's inhabitants, they would have found the corvine messenger bearing a letter, sealed with the crest of Runewick. Ha...

Noticing two new parchments on the Illuminates' guild board, Cartaphilus stopped to peruse them. Having done so, he pulled a quill and ink bottle from his satchel, and added his signature below Asphyxine's in support of her motion.

Asphyxine returned from Lor-Angur not only with new revelations relevant to the Rod of Erlick, but also with an illness. Fortunately, it was nothing serious, but merely a common cold or flu, if elvenkind suffers from such maladies. Nevertheless, the journey across the sea and the illness left her fa...

From Cartaphilus's personal notebook on the Rod of Erlick. 15. Elos 73. With the dangers of Mas over, Asphyxine boarded the first ship bound for the mainland to do further research in Lor-Angur on the origins of the Rod of Erlick. In the meantime I have met with Drakull, who, thanks be to Cherga, st...

A hireling nails a parchment at its author's behest onto the announcement board. https://illarion.org/shared/pics/caps/f.png ellow Runewickers Since our arrival, I and my assistant, Asphyxine, have been welcomed with kindness and hospitality in this realm which we chose as our new home. Our services...

Entries in Cartaphilus's personal notebook on the Rod of Erlick, written over several days. Some of the pages are singed by fire and smeared in dried blood. 03. Mas 72. We are under siege! Since three days Yewdale is beset by drow, beholders, and a seemingly endless horde of their undead minions - a...

Cartaphilus placed his quill in its inkwell, having finished the latest entry in his notebook on the Rod of Erlick. In the dim light of his desk's candle, he proofread his work one last time, mentally recapitulating the recent events. 24. Chos 72. The month of blood draws near, and the Rod of Erlick...

Led by Aswe, the three Illuminates Caswir Drakull, Cartaphilus, and Asphyxine marched into the Dewy Swamps to reclaim the Rod of Erlick from the bog in which Aswe kept the artefact hidden. On the way, Aswe explained the Rod's curious effect on the emotions of those who touch or spend enough time aro...

Cartaphilus lounged in his chair, enjoying his pipe and the warmth of the chimney's crackling fire, safe from the cold wind and lashing rain outside, which heralded the beginning of Chos. The table to his side was occupied by a stack of parchments and a narrow, long box made of bogwood, which Aswe h...

Asphyxine and Cartaphilus returned to Runewick from the Dewy Swamps, which Aswe had elected as temporary hiding spot for the Rod of Erlick. There the two mages had learned first-hand what led Aswe to bury it in such a remote place: Once unearthed, the Rod's horrendous buzzing was so unbearably loud ...

A knock on the door announced the captain's visit before he hesitantly opened the door. He entered, and with him rays of sunlight which cast a rare glimmer of light into the otherwise dark cabin. Cartaphilus, the old man who occupied it, had ensconced himself on his bunk with a book, having spent mo...