MAGUS POSTULATUM ET GLORIAE: I

[Swgrclaŋ 697]

 

WRITTEN in the failing hands of the one most vested in out-and-introspection and relayed by a grounded jungle bird tamed to simultaneously write missives, act as courier and speak Flexian without meaning or divine exactitude, be this morse-coded message meant for those among the Big Hat Society, makers of the perfidious Thinking Machine that calls upon them now:

“(SALUTATIONS)

... .- .-.. ..- - .- - .. --- -. ...

(BIG HAT SOCIETY)

-... .. --. / .... .- - / ... --- -.-. .. . - -.--

(YOU ARE CALLED UPON)

-.-- --- ..- / .- .-. . / -.-. .- .-.. .-.. . -.. / ..- .--. --- -.

(BY YOUR MAKINGS, STILL LIVING)

-... -.-- / -.-- --- ..- .-. / -- .- -.- .. -. --. ... --..-- / ... - .. .-.. .-.. / .-.. .. ...- .. -. --.

(TO EXORCISE AN OLD SPIRIT)

- --- / . -..- --- .-. -.-. .. ... . / .- -. / --- .-.. -.. / ... .--. .. .-. .. -
(WHOSE NATURE IS MOST SUITED TO YOU)

.-- .... --- ... . / -. .- - ..- .-. . / .. ... / -- --- ... - / ... ..- .. - . -.. / - --- / -.-- --- ..-

(SO YOU MAY UNRAVEL THE SECRETS OF THE PAST)

... --- / -.-- --- ..- / -- .- -.-- / ..- -. .-. .- ...- . .-.. / - .... . / ... . -.-. .-. . - ... / --- ..-. / - .... . / .--. .- ... -

(AND PUT RIGHT OLD SUBJECTIVE MORAL TRANSGRESSIONS)

.- -. -.. / .--. ..- - / .-. .. --. .... - / --- .-.. -.. / ... ..- -... .--- . -.-. - .. ...- . / -- --- .-. .- .-.. / - .-. .- -. ... --. .-. . ... ... .. --- -. …

(SEEK THE WHITE ROSE)

... . . -.- / - .... . / .-- .... .. - . / .-. --- ... .
(HE IS NOT WHO HE SEEMS)
.... . / .. ... / -. --- - / .-- .... --- / .... . / ... . . -- …”

 

Below the bird assistant’s nearly ineligible interpretation of code is an equally rough map-like depiction of the “Blue Forest”, deep into the west of the continent, where Voidal intrusion is rooted in the earth. At the bottom of the page, in finality, is a more refined sketch of a horn-helmeted warrior, the barest visual aid possible as though conceived with one hand.

 

No details indicate the location of the Thinking Machine …

 

[Player-driven event for the ‘Big Hat Society’ community, planned for Saturday, November 29th [11/29/25]; player participation capped at 5 maximum. This post serves as a guild record and as a private missive to only the relevant parties, meaning it cannot be learned without their IC consultation]

 

[Ardory 2978]

Soxton Boomstitch's jaw hits the ground, he bursts into the lab without his mandated safety suit, rummaging through multiple papers, files, and other documents. He tosses multiple onto the floor, regarding a multitude of seemingly random subjects.

 

"It's got to be here somewhere!" he yelps as he continues to dig through the cabinet until he takes out a file that is slightly charred, "YES! Here it is!" he dusts the ash slightly and looks it over. 

 

Upon it, the title reads: "LOG OF DATES AND TIMES L.O.G.O.S. HAS DROPPED SOXTON BOOMSTITCH INTO LAVA."

 

[Wonderland_Boy 1082]

The Archmage Ipssimus chokes on his late night coffe upon reading this "The Big Hat Society is ******* alive?"

[Johann 2498]

Perusing an esoteric tome on lost Arcanism atop the HQ, BHS member #1, May, is woefully interrupted by the squawking jungle bird in the midst of an interesting thought.

 

As she charged up a fireblast to incinerate the interloper, she pauses, recognizing the morse-code it began to modulate. Her frown turns upside-down, replaced by a little strewn smile.

 

"Ah! LOGOS DID make it to Azuras. I was already coming up with a more personable prototype.."

 

With a flick of her wrist she calls her staff, and with a small wave, she conjures azure-laced eddies of wind, carrying the news to the other Members of the Society.

 

"LOGOS IS ALIVE -- AND WE HAVE TO SAVE HIM!!"

 

@Nen @StingyParrot@meowmaxer@NotAPan