Sapience!

News reach me of another joyous moment. Another Sacrifice of an Elder, another Turn that cannot be Revoked; They crumble, Sapience, and from this cracking shell may we one day emerge free of Their realms.

It is prophesised by Caymus. It is our mortal potential unfolding its petals in a bloom. Let Them be thinned, and into Their thinning world we will step as successors to a fading empire.

I invite you to a PARTY set at the foot of the mountain that hosts the Shrine of Ascension. We will meet there in over four months from now, on 8th or 9th of Miraman 985 - a day and a half before Serenade. We shall have food, drinks, and remember the Fallen and Those yet to fall. We will look upon the history of Their burdens and turn to celebrate our own empowerment.

Let us make merry for every Realm strained, for every loss our Herders met, for everything that is gone and shall no longer weigh us down.

Ser Ulvin Devi

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Mayan, in the year 984 AF.