The Weight of a Feather

[Luxury 1083]

[The following is a written address to the constituents of the College of Redquill]

“Via ad astra.”

The way to the stars

“As I pen these words with the Feather entrusted to me - the Redquill - I feel its weight grow heavier beneath my fingers. Not because of any arcane strain, but from the legacy it carries. It reminds me of the many stories written within these walls.

 

My uncle Avindor believed knowledge should not be hoarded behind locked doors. He passed this quill on to me as a promise that Redquill would remain a living institution, ever adapting to the tides of magic and mortal affairs alike. In Chambery, we found our footing. With the gracious support of Bourgmestre Nicholas Wittenbach, we laid the foundations of what would become our College’s first chapter.

 

For those who remain, remember: Redquill was never about the towering spires or lofty keeps. It’s the ideals we champion, the minds we shape, and the knowledge we uncover. Now, in the rolling valleys of Petra, we shall continue to seed wisdom in the commonwealth with research and innovation. Whether we do so as a College, a Guild, a Society or simply even a collective of like-minds, it matters naught.

 

So, if you wish to follow, gather your tomes, your wands, and half-finished theses. We’ll write a chapter that Avindor would be proud to read. And if the quill feels heavier with each stroke, perhaps that’s only fitting. After all, it scribes not only our history but our futures.”

 

Rhae'lin Ashwood

Headmistress of Redquill

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“Time t’ get buildin’!” A silver-haired Mali’ker murmured to himself whilst reading over the parchment.