7th Epoch of the Immolation, 36th Moon, 14th Sun

Fireside Tribes,

I am Emir, Sorcerer Priest of the Shining Mount.

The stoking has failed.

Some foul corruption interrupted the sacred rite, seizing many of our order with violent madness. The remaining sorcerers sealed the Holy Flame within the warded sanctum before retreating through the Labyrinth. As I write in the outer cloister I can hear the raving, cackling demons scratching at the sealed gate, taunting us as they eat the corpses of our brethren.

We remind you that the brotherhood of the Shining Mount has portaled the Flame to your far flung lands for many centuries. The icewalkers in Heimburgsgate enjoy transmissions of warmth. The Kooplings below the Rock need not fear the deep dark when the mirror tunnels shine.

The Flame burns for now, but it begins to flicker.

For our light and flame, for our duty and ardor, we have tithed the bounties of your blessed lands. We must ask this time for something more dear. Send us your bravest souls: the clearest of mind and most inspired of magickers.

All wizards who can face madness and death must accept this duty!

A darkness is upon us, rending the great flow into forking paths of destiny and doom. When your descendants hear tales that the Holy flame was once beset by shadow, will they say that you offered yourself as kindling for the stoking?

Emir, Sorcerer Priest of the Shining Mount

7th Epoch of the Immolation, 51st Moon, 7th Sun

Fireside Tribes,

Have you grown fat on our blessings of light and heat? Are your sons and daughters so sure of their inheritance?

Few among you have rendered aid to the Shining Mount. Perhaps you think our Light is no longer needed? That your remote lands can thrive without us? Shame.

The brave few who have answered burn brightly:

The Koopling Hobbs of the Rock [5845] dazzles the maddened ghouls as we reclaim the labyrinth, bloody chamber by bloody chamber.

Oberon of the Ice [2473] booms thunder to cow the rambling mad into stunned silence.

They are young magickers ready to stoke the flame with their very souls. While they suffer for us all, are you comfy in your roost, anon?

Emir, Sorcerer Priest of the Shining Mount

7th Epoch of the Immolation, 69th Moon, Eleventeenth Sun

Fireside Tribes,

Despite your reluctance to serve with body, we have received your tithes and used them to hire a professional adventuring company, the Rod and Rabbit, led by the famous Alatar.

The outer labyrinth is cleared. We are preparing to assault the inner sanctum where the ghouls work to penetrate at the wards protecting the Sacred Flame.

We ask for one last token of support: at the eleventh hour on the first night of the 70th Moon, open your portals to their greatest draft, and pour your reserves of bright magicks into the re-kindling. We do not have enough sorcerer priests to stoke the flame without your help.

For the good of our lands we must unite in the flame once again. Open your portals and open your vision to the blazing of the holy light!

Emir, Sorcerer Priest of the Shining Mount

7th Epoch of the Immolation, 70th Moon, 5th Sun.

Subject Nations of the Shining Mount,

I am Alatar of the Bastion writing on the official letterhead of the Shining Mount. Restoration efforts are underway. Rod and Rabbit clean up troops have been dispatched to your locations to eradicate any leakage.

Until further notice DO NOT open your portals!

These are hard times. With cooperation and strict discipline, we will survive.

Grandmaster Alatar [2071]

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