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#1 [en] 

Folially 18, 4th AC 2559

Deles silam dear reader,

Few enough know me, for I am not important. For those who care, I am Lucence Freldo and my only family claim is distant relations to a cousin who works as a Royal Herald. This connection, however tenuous, must account for my tendancy to speak out regardless of how trivial or unimportant are judged my final words.

My knowledge comes from employment as a handmaiden to Lady Jola(Arispotle), whom you may know as leader of the house of Armageddons in Yrkanis. It is mostly about her that I will write. Although she has graciously given me permission to publish my journal, rest assured that this is not an authorized biography of Lady Jola. My mistress seldom volunteers much about her past, and less still about her future plans. Moreover, I am not privy to the Armageddons' Officer's Councils, and so I claim no special insights about our tribes' plans or politics. However, my close association with my mistress affords occassional opportunities to learn how her life thread entwines through the forest glades of Atys. Such details are fascinating to me and I will share them with you in the haphazard order in which I encounter them. I apologize in advance if the story meanders or is out of sequence.

Please remember, dear reader, that I am but a humble maid who is compelled by blood to speak out. I accept full responsibility for any mistakes, omissions or erroneous conjectures contained in this journal.

Deles necat,
Lucence(Arispotle) Freldo

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#2 [en] 

Folially 19, 4th AC 2559

I suppose it is no great secret that Lady Jola often forages in the vicinity of the Sap Slaves tribe in Grove of Confusion. I have been there often myself to give her a hand with pick and trowel. So it came as a somewhat of a shock today to realize that she has a relative who lives nearby! She has never mentioned him before, but I watched her talking today to a handsome Journeyman... and it finally clicked! I suppose a smarter homin would have noticed at once - same fiery auburn mane, same prominent cheekbones. But I am not a brainy botanist, just a humble maid, so I hope you will forgive my slow uptake.

Jola is not one to dally when work is calling, so her conversation with the Journeyman was brief; we soon set out to gather two bags of Gulatch Oil for the guild hall. Between bags I casually inquired about her relationship with the handsome stranger. Her response was abrupt as if annoyed, but she did acknowledge him as her twin brother, Gichi. She also admitted to the family name Cino and that they both were originally members of the Sap Slaves tribe! Such tantalizing revelations, but she was clearly impatient to dig and not inclined to elaborate. I dared not press her for further details. However, I will return to the encampment later and see what I can learn from Gichi or other tribe members. More to come soon about my Lady Jola Cino and her secret family... I hope!

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#3 [en] 

Floris 03, 4th AC 2559

Alas, I am not been able to steal away from my customary duties to visit the Sap Slaves encampment. It is hard. My thoughts buzz with the implications of my lady's secret family. We foraged together in Grove of Confusion a hundred times or more. Why keep her brother's nearby presence a secret from me all these years? Frustrated by my current inability to investigate further, I fall back on simply documenting other peculiar aspects of my mistress' behavior. Make of them what you will.

I hoped to use an upcoming guild event to Grove of Confusion as a convenient opportunity to contact some Sap Slaves. Today I looked to confirm the time of the event on Armageddons' Noticeboard. At the bottom of the event post I discovered an odd request scribbled in Jola's hand. What it means I cannot fathom, but for your edification here is a copy of the full posting:

#4 [en] 

TOURING THE CAMPS


Description: Rub shoulders with senior guildies as you brave perilous Forest realms to deliver badly needed supplies to besieged Matis encampments.

Eligibility: At least 10 Matis fame.

Frequency: Most Mondays around 20:00 GMT. Check guild message of the day for specific schedule.

Duration: 1-1½ hours

Location: Participants assemble at Yrkanis stables.

Rewards: Matis Faction points you spend as currency at the Matis Royal Merchant to buy catalyzers, generic mats, special picks, and more!

    Find Shuai-Nang Du! - J.
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#5 [en] 

Thermis 25, 4th AC 2559

I finally managed to slip away and visit the Sap Slaves encampment. I tried casual conversation with Gichi Cino, but he was taciturn and revealed nothing beyond confirmation that my mistress was his sister. I dutifully made the rounds of the encampment not expecting better success. It seemed odd that all Sap Slaves I encountered were Matis with blond hair - all except for my mistress and her brother.

I didn't have much luck until I found an elderly guard who was off duty and had a taste for Stinga rum. We huddled together in a tribal hut basking in the warmth a small fire during a brief summer squall. He reminisced about the childhood days of Gichi and Jola. They were fun loving children always up to some prank or mischief. He said they were orphans of parentage unknown. They were brought into the camp by a mysterious old woman one stormy evening and left in the charge of the tribal outlands supplier. She raised them as her own, but revealed little to her tribe about the motivations for her generosity.

Sadly, as they matured, the carefree spirit in both children seemed to wither and die. They became increasingly withdrawn and sullen, as if some great burden was slowly descending upon them. Some years ago my lady suddenly left the tribe and moved to Yrkanis, offering no explanation to the tribe, except perhaps whispered words into the ear of her adoptive mother. Her brother remained behind, but spent more and more time away from the camp, increasingly isolated from daily tribal life.

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#6 [en] 

Jola pleads,

    "Lucence, please put away your diary and finish reorganizing the guild library. The challenge from the Marauders is but a moon hence and we must be prepared!"

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#7 [en] 

Quinteth, Germinally 23, 1st AC 2560

Our house is under attack by a band of brigands called Cynics of Liberty. These marauders claim to want nothing more than a friendly contest of wit, but my Lady assures me this is merely the opening gambit in a blatant attempt to steal our Twintops outpost! In response our Officer's Council posted defiant proclamations throughout the realms. I pray that all the citizens of the 4 nations stand united against these lawless ruffians.

As you can imagine, all our officer's are now preoccupied making preparations for the defense of our holdings. For my part, my mistress tasked me with organizing the various manuscripts, correspondence, treaties and musty tomes residing in the High Council library. Of late, Jola is a voracious reader of ancient lore. It is all I can do to keep up with her library requests. This affords little time to update my journal, however, rummaging amongst the multitude of papers revealed enticing details about the early life of my lady.

In the bottom of Jola's desk drawer I found two old letters; one from her reticent twin brother and another apparently from the twins adoptive mother:

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#8 [en] 

Germinally 23, 1st AC 2546

Davae Jola,

By the time you read this I will be gone from camp. No doubt you hear swirling rumors about the empire reestablishing contact with outlands after 50 years and more! Thus, I have gone to seek the emissaries of the King.

Valyenae Rosissi would never give her blessing. She admonishes us to stray not far from camp and to avoid the prying eyes of strangers lest our lives be forefit. But it is clear to me now that we will learn nothing more about our origins from our adopted tribe. For that we must search out our mysterious benefactor.

Please convey my sorrowful love to our adopted mother and tribe. My heart grieves this separation from all I love, you most of all davae Jola. Alas, the geas of my destiny will not permit me to remain. I pray you can understand.

Deles necat,
La Gichi

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#9 [en] 

Germinally 24, 1st AC 2546

Satia Gichi,

Your sister has shown me your note and now she too is impatient to flee the nest. I was naive to think I could safeguard you both forever. So with heavy heart I entrust your sister into your care. May you protect one another while you exorcise the demons which lure you from my campfire.

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Nai Mindalai Gichi e Jola,

I call you my two nestlings, but in truth you are now well grown. Still it tears my heart at the thought of your leaving. I have always warned of great peril should you stray from camp. But as you are both determined to leave, I can only pray that finding truth is the ultimate safeguard to the malign set against you.

In truth I know little about your origins. I told you that as newborns you were delivered into my arms by a mysterious stranger. Fresh as the new dew on a summer's night you came to me. I was a young woman with love to share but barren of womb. Jena aiye!

But I have not told you quite everything; I knew your deliverer. She was an elderly Tryker who had infrequently visited camp since my earliest remembrances. As children of the camp, we called her Sulae Nityaenae; she had wild hair, overanxious eyes and a peculiar slurred speech. In later years I learned her true family name was Be'Laury from Antozzo the Elder, may he rest in Jena's embrace. I think only he ever knew the nityaenae's true origins, for their infrequent conclaves together were hushed and secretive.

Alas, nai mindalai, if these sparse droplets of truth are insufficient, none remaining here can quench your greater thirst. So with sorrow and fear nai aiyates to you both; I pray to Jena that you find your truth. Send word my way when you can and lighten my heavy burden of worry for your safety.

Deles cherae,
Lae Valyenae

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