Fenixx
Ramblings in a Poitainian Spring
I like Tinabula. Power there, and strength behind the smile and occasional giggliness. Perceptive also.
Why pray here rather than the Temple at Fort Conviction?
I looked about the Chapel in Caenna, its old familiarity, the scent of incense still flavoured with Baione flowers as it was when my mother prepared it, for I follow the same recipe.... Safety here, calmness. A place that has always been. For much as I strive to build Invicta's new home strong, there is a nagging fear that perhaps it will go the way of Fort Invicta
Winter musings of the new Lady Kemena Maxtentius, Baroness of Baione
So much changing. Yet through it all my wonderful Aurelius. Though he is not here as often as either of us would like. Yet that we knew... that he would always have contracts taking him far from Poitain at times. And since he was ennobled by the King for all the services that Invicta have rendered the throne, his responsibilities have grown.
Sturmgarde is gone, swept away in the tide of the White Hand rushing down from the Eiglophians. All that scouting at least meant we were able to get everyone to safety and warn our friends beforehand as well. Perhaps the King's advisors will send word for us to rebuild, though currently we do have these Zingaran bandits becoming more and more troublesome, along with those redundant mercenaries camping on the borders of Baione.
New enemy
The Serpent's Head buzzed with talk, and at the main table a large group could be seen, including priestess Mandisa and Fenixx, the herald. Mandisa was leaning close to him to listen to his whispers, when a pause at the main table permitted it.
The Herald must have divulged something that held great value for the woman for her eyes flashed with living fire for an instant, she grasped her wine goblet hard and took the final sips of drink from it. She then put it down, pondering, leaning in again to whisper something back, smirking evilly, and listening to the reply.
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'So, my dear, have you brought the items?' Mandisa turned to a young woman sitting to the right of her, Khama-Srim. Her and Fenixx weren't talking anymore, but a malfigured form could be seen where a wine goblet was, the mass of gold melted and burnt deep into the wood of the table.
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