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MC Name: seannie Discord: seannnnie Image: Description of Image: The Butterfield Map of Aevos Dimensions: 2x2

The King of Ravenmire looks over the map "Ah one did not travel to the far northern sea, I see." giving a slight nod.

THE SEEKER’S QUERY An Errant, faith-seeking Elf walked up to a group of High Elves in the Principality of CELIA’NOR and asked, ‘OUGHT WE HATE THE SHADOW’ They ignored my query as they nailed an Ibleesian’s head to a spike. The elf traveled into the White City of NUMENOST, where he met the Adunian Queen and a Knight. He interrupted their conversation regarding the slaughter of demons, undead, and dragons to ask, ‘OUGHT WE HATE THE SHADOW?’ The Queen asked in turn, ‘Are you attempting to get me to draw my sword on you?’ in response to the question, while the Knight said ‘I do not hate the shadow itself, but the one who casts it.’ The Queen then said ‘Yes’. The faithseeker found himself between the coppershelled rises of URGUAN , where he saw a lone Dwarf hammering white-hot metal. To the stout one he asked, ‘OUGHT WE HATE THE SHADOW?’ The Dwarf responded, ‘Depends on the Shadow’, in his brogue. He became too uncomfortable to produce an answer to a question of Canonist faith. Then, he walked betwixt walls he ought not venture into; He found himself in the Wood Elven hold of NEVAEHLEN, where he encountered a Dedicant of the Druidic mission; A librarian, and former apprentice to an Ownyst Lectorate. He asked him, ‘OUGHT WE HATE THE SHADOW?’ The Dedicant responded, “Nay, we should pity it.” He continued, “We should slay The Shadow where it is found, but not hate it.” The elf took his query to REINMAR where he found a child, who insisted he ask her the question, ‘OUGHT WE HATE THE SHADOW?’ The little girl answered simply, “Yes we should - Because they are spawns of Iblees.” She thought he was Darkspawn for asking. Onto HOKHMAT he went, where he found a pair of voidal mages he had met several times before, along with a talking tome. He looked between the two familiar women as the academy beyond loomed over them and, gleefully, rendered the question unto them, ‘OUGHT WE HATE THE SHADOW?’ The first mage asked, ‘The Shadow of What?’ The second said ‘No. The Shadow is the unknown. We may hate what is within the Shadow, but not the Shadow itself.’ The speaking tome answered with confusion, ‘The world was dark, before it was light. There is no reason to hate the Shadow, for it came first.’ The first mage, upon hearing of the querying elf’s travels spurned the people of Reinmar, agreeing with the tome when it said their people ought to be anointed in Voidal Flame. Dwelling deep in the desert, after a sweltering journey, the elf found himself beyond sandy cliffs in the home of THE IRON HORDE, where he stood before a group of Orcs who looked upon the seeker strangely when he asked, ‘OUGHT WE HATE THE SHADOW?’ The leader of the group said, ‘If you refer to Darkspawn, then yes. Kill them all.’ The Orcs reported to the elf that all Canonists were to be killed by them. The seeker felt relieved to have been allowed to leave. After seven groups, and seven holds, the errant elf- exhausted- found himself back within the lands of HANSETI-RUSKA, where his journey began. He stared around himself, at a quiet city until the hoof-falls of an impending stampede beckoned his attention to the front gate. There came a glittering force of the faithful, the honored Patriarch among them. The errant elf thought to himself- he’d queried Aevos’ people, all but one. So he would ask, staring at his reflection in a puddle. ‘OUGHT WE HATE THE SHADOW?’

Andrea smiled as she looked at the map. "Interesting lost art"

say no more

To really help drive the point home Dhen released a short solo that was pinned below the Balian version of this publication Irene you have been beat. Sit back listen to my technique. For you, the outcome is bleak. Young Primordial is on a winning streak. Is this war that you seek? now listen as your bones creak You are nothing but a freak this song, was my treat.

"Well- That's a pleasant surprise!" A young mali says with a smile to her face, "I'm sure lari’maronn is pretty pleased, let's hope this truce stays this way."

ON: 5th of Sun’s Smile, 179 S.A 5th of Javier’s Justice, 101 D.R With the signing and promulgation of this document, the Sovereignty of Hyspia and the Duchy of Brabant, henceforth referred to as ‘the signatories’, do agree on their honor to the terms laid forth hereafter. ARTICLE I - RECOGNITION The signatories recognise the authority, legitimacy, leadership, & titles of the counter-signatories, with mutual respect of each ability to exercise their powers within their realms, the recognition of their respective borders & to conduct diplomacy as they see fit. ARTICLE II - NON-AGRESSION That the signatories pledge to adhere to principles of peace between each other, and, on the basis of sharing belief in the one true Canonist faith, shall not wage war upon one another or try to bring harm to the integrity of each other’s territories in any way, shape or form ARTICLE III - TRADE & TRAVEL A. The signatories agree to allowing the free movement of their respective citizenries between the two realms. B. The signatories grant each other one shop or stall in each other’s capital which shall be free of tax, to enable trade to flourish between the two realms. ARTICLE IV - DARKSPAWN The Signatories agree to lend mutual support, such as in the form of military, in all cases that involve a darkspawn (vampires, demons, undead, etc.) threat in one another’s domain. ARTICLE V - FRIENDSHIP To commemorate the friendship between these two states, the Sylvan Duchy of Brabant will gift the Viceroyalty of Hyspia 4 llamas and 3 purebred horses. ARTICLE VI - DURATION May the pact be in effect for 15 years, and the friendship be in perpetuity. Signed, His Grace, Ser Sterling Blaxton-Whitewood, Duke of Brabant, Marquis of Lotusgrad, Baron of Blackwell, Lilenburg and Swan’s Keep, Lord of the Peaks, Protector of the Weefolk. HER ROYAL HIGHNESS, Ramona de Pelear, Sovereign Princess of Hyspia, Duchess of Pacazu, Baroness of Arenisca and Del’mar, Lady of Ladorada, Lady of Niseep, Gereon's Hold, and Ciudad de Plata, Gran Maestress of El Orden de Francisco, Protector of the Hyspian People, Protector of the Farfolk, Matriarch of House de Pelear HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS, Dimitri Otto of Korvia, Sovereign Prince-Consort of Hyspia, Duke-Consort of Pacazu, Baron-Consort of Arenisca and Del’mar, Lord of Ladorada, Lord of Niseep, Gereon's Hold, and Ciudad de Plata, Gran Maestre of El Orden de Francisco, Protector of the Hyspian People, Protector of the Farfolk

"Our cook is deeply accomplished!" Exclaimed HEDWIG OF WARSOVIA as she showed her husband the Butterfield Map. "My curiousity on his culinary skills only grows." @Olox_

The Duke of Brabant was stoked to be put on the map. "I must offer this company a sizeable donation!"

Christos Voskrese!!!!! Voistinu Voskrese

"Huge." Says the 2 foot tall gnome.

Christos anesti (Christ Has Risen) Happy Easter to all those who celebrate orthodox easter

"hohkmat stays winning" - sarah artenin, local woman who was appointed to vizier status

(High Resolution: https://imgur.com/a/CTWAFsa) Produced by Montague Butterfield, owner and operator of The Butterfield Company, the Butterfield Map is a stylized projection of the continent of Aevos in the One Thousand Nine Hundred and Seventy-Fifth Imperial Year of Our Lord. Montague Butterfield has ventured around the continent for decades as a traveling merchant peddling the world's most exceptional libations and culinary delights. Over the years, he compiled meticulous notes on the locations and boundaries of natural wonders and civilization. Initially produced for internal routing of trade caravans, the Butterfield family decided on a public release of this essential travel companion to celebrate the one-thousandth successful voyage of their trade fleet. Butterfield artisans faithfully reproduce this product using state-of-the-art block presses, powered by Heartlandic ox and muscle, available in all sizes, from pocket to floor murals. Discrepancies and Complaints Discrepancies identified by the public should be expressed in writing and addressed to The Butterfield Cartography Division. Mail can be received by raven or messenger at 189 Butterfield Lane, Heartlands. Complaints can be sent by raven or messenger to Complaint Burning Pit, 190 Butterfield Lane, Heartlands. Brought to you by: The Miller's Mark™, King's Ivy Tea™, and Hammer Time Road Repair LLC are subsidiaries of the Butterfield Company.

Vizier Appointments to Government “FULL TIME POSITIONS” We declare the following changes within the Chamber of Stars, the government which manages the state of Hohkmat, to better suit the academic institution which it is meant to support. Resignations Having served our nation admirably, Lady Rhae’lin of the Magister House Ashwood, has determined it is time to resign from a near 75 years of tenure at the Academy as the Vizier of Earth. Under her leadership the Chamber of Earth has become one of the most institutionally important organizations of the government. She will continue to serve, at her leisure, within the Chamber and amongst the Academy as she takes on a more relaxed role within the Academy. The Vizier parted the following words to the Academy upon her retirement, “Effective immediately, I submit my resignation as the Vizier of the Chamber of Earth. This decision was made after careful consideration and reflection on the coming academic renaissance within the realm of Hohkmat. My focus hereon will be shifted to a depth of research that will prevent my full confinement to Chamber duties. To my colleagues and friends, I thank you for the time and support you have offered throughout my tenure here. It would not have been possible with each and every one of you.” Lady, Rhae’lin of House Ashwood Weaver of the Void Appointments Effective immediately, we do appoint Sarah of the Great House of Artenin to the position of VIZIER of the CHAMBER OF FIRE. Effective immediately, we do appoint Tatsu Arakawa of Clan Tatsu to the position of VIZIER of the CHAMBER OF EARTH. Both Magi do come to this chamber highly recommended with years of service already to the Academy and the free peoples of Hohkmat. SO BOUND GRAND-MAGISTER, Sorcerer-King, Hierophant of the Mysteries, Master of the Ziggurat of Hohkmat FAERYEL of FAHRAZAD GRAND-APPRENTICE, Mistress of the Chamber of Stars

JOHN AUGUSTUS GALBRAITH – – FEAT. DHEN ‘YOUNG PRIMORDIAL’ – – THE RESPONSE 1. Our comrades getting neutralized, I couldst only watch in silence – the mistress we once did knoweth is looking PARANOID, and the lady spiraling. You're moving like a degenerate, heavy antic, 't's humour distasteful – why calculate, thou art not as calculate, I can predict thy angles. Fabricate stories on the battle front, a pathetic master manipulator, I can smelleth the tales on thee now: you're not the smartest, thou art a scam artist with the desires of being feared. Gashadokuro stands out, but thou art in the background, thee maketh threats yond pacify those folk, I writeth things yond electrify them! I could double down on yond line, but i'll spare thee the time, a last act of kindness; know thee a master manipulator and a habitual liar, too: but don't telleth lies about me, and I shan’t tell truths about You. -> 2. I knoweth some shite about WENCHES that wilt maketh those folk want to behold like a saint, this hasn't been about critics, not about gimmicks, not about who is't the greatest, 't's at each moment been about love and hate, and did let me say I'm the GREATEST hater. I hate the way yond thee talk, the way thee walk, I hate the way thee dress, the way thou speaketh did shit (if 't be true I catcheth thee, 't'll be DIRECT) We hate the ghouls thee rise because they confuse themselves with REAL undead – and notice I did sayeth we, 't's not just me, I'm what Aevos is preachin’. | V 3. Thou art a sick woman with sick thoughts, faechk a battle of blades, this is a lifelong battle thou art fighting. This shouldst be an exhibition of the game, but thee tripped up the moment thee doth call out mine family's name – why thee did hath't to stoop so low to discredit some decent folk? I suppose integrity is lost at which hour the metaphors doth not reach thee. And I like to understand because thy house wast nev'r a home. I try to empathize with thee, because I knoweth thee ain't been through nothing – crave entitlement, but wanna be so lacking valor, 't's puzzling. No dominance, shalt we recap moments at which thee didn't fit in? No secret handshakes with Rhys, identities on the fence, don't knoweth which family wilt love thee, the skin yond thou art livin' in is compromised in personas, take yond mask off, I want see what's under those folk. “Achievements”, why believeth thee? Thee nev'r did giveth us nothin' to believeth in. Faechk a battle - this is a lifelong battle with yourself.

ill play a rodent the day i can play a rat