May 12, 2017
They pursue two patterns. They showed me only the first until today, but I’ve finally gained their trust! I’ve marked what I understand with an X, and seek your guidance on the rest. Brackets are lacunic markers, as in Roak’s Notation.
A Lukewarm Sun, Bowing - X
A Room of Seeded Prisms
May 5, 2017
I write to you in fear.
“To be Justiciar,” I was told “is to be unwavering in loyalty, determined in diligence, and zealous in the pursuit of justice.” I was not told that it would be like herding lions. Couriers come and go with reports and notes. Blood of Fire and Blood of Steel bicker over what I ought...
Apr 27, 2017
Something is wrong.
I am no great pattern worker. I know a few techniques that aid me in my duty: How to lower the light of an already dim bar room; how to sharpen a blade without a whetstone; how to make voice twice itself. Even to call these ‘techniques,’ feels false: They are tricks. I know...
Apr 20, 2017
Thank you for the hospitality on my visit. Thus far, it has been the only trustworthy thing in this gnarled subterrane.
This place confounds me, brother. On my trip to our Lord, I saw things I know have never been true: A vision of the Fallow Traitor’s cold city spread far and wide thru the continent...
Apr 14, 2017
It took two months, but I’ve finally convinced Tel and Havelton to see things my way.
For weeks, the old man spent the day attending to his dandelions, and dismissing me whenever I ran new apparitive patterns by him. He’d shake his head, cough out a grumble, and rattle on about some absurd,...