A Continent of Banalities

 “Senestra! Don’t talk to me about the woman. Her insolence alone is grounds for expulsion from our ranks. Her ill-considered use of Archive funds is criminal! ”. Councilwoman Demen “She seems very good at what she does. She also seems to be out to prove herself, which can be a dangerous thing. Trying to perform to an audience not present often leads to a fall.” Ollivander Shade “If more librarians were like her, the Archive would be a better institution. If ALL the librarians were like her, there’d be a civil war every other day. Hehe”. Astron Sweete “I have seen her face down a contubernium of Archive guards AND my mother. Yllian has the heart of a lion”. Arviaa Fernadorm “Senestra still hasn’t returned “The Chasm in Symbolism and Fact”, and it hasn’t even been copied. I despair of ever seeing it safe on its shelf”. Senior Librarian Kospol Name: Yllian Senestra Role: The Paragon Die: D4 Hearts: 4 Stars: 4 Class: The Haunted Librarian Aspect: Sorcery Drive: To seek out and create synt

 Two Mazes characters! A bravo and a bugbear.  To: Senior Librarian Jakobus Tavs, Reader for the Council of Librarians From: Field Loremistress Yllian Senestra Re: Arviaa Fernadorn 20th Westaway, 91 PC With the last members of our expedition safely arrived, we are all but ready to set forth. The inclinometers are difficult to store safely, and we are still working on a satisfactory solution.  Arviaa Fernadorm and her companion arrived today. The young Ms. Fernadorm has certainly grown since last I saw her at the Council autumn fete. She has, she informs me at every opportunity, taken an interest in swordplay. This is clearly no passing fancy, as Mr. Wollf has sparred with her twice, declaring her style “impressive”.  The somewhat shy young woman I knew seems to have gone through quite a transformation, and Ms. Fernadorm is, in fact, the very embodiment of the city ‘bravo’ who enters into brawls or even duels at the drop of a wine-cup. I have privately let her know that this chanticleer

To: Senior Librarian Jakobus Tavs, Reader for the Council of Librarians From: Field Loremistress Yllian Senestra Re: Astron Sweete 17th Westaway, 91 PC Honored council members, I have a confession to make. I have required a specialist of my own. I am talking about Astron Sweete, itinerant folklorist and explorer. Astron Sweete, gentleman vagabond. Astron Sweete, whom you banished from our capital and our ranks. I am sure this will anger some of you, but I see my first duty as being to knowledge, and my second to this expedition. The sitting council, all respect due to it, is a third. My apologies.  Astron arrived today, and he is much as You remember him. Wrinkles have added to wrinkles on his face, but he is the same clear-sighted and enthusiastic man he was ten years ago, as much as that is possible. The scar from Councilwoman Estra’s cane has faded, but not disappeared.  Astron entertained us all with myths and folklore learned from the northside Slopers. Even Mr. Shade listened wit

To: Senior Librarian Jakobus Tavs, Reader for the Council of Librarians From: Field Loremistress Yllian Senestra Re: Wulff Castor 15th Westaway, 91 PC Twice the esteemed maze expert Ollivander Shade has woken the camp by screaming in his sleep. My tent is adjacent to his, and I often hear his frantic mumblings about “eyes in the vents” and “the churning hunger”. When I question him, he grows uncharacteristically taciturn. We all have our ghosts, but I fear that his might cause an avalanche.  Yesterday the security detail arrived. Castor Wollf, an old man. Even in his armor I cannot help but think him delicate. I have spoken with him, and age has come with experience. Mr. Wolf strikes me as alert and quick of mind. He is intellectually curious, something which often recedes with age. I do however feel a nagging concern about Mr. Wolf’s physical resilience.  Mr. Wollf has, by way of introduction, told me tales about guarding caravans against brigands and pit-beasts, and about being besie

 (aaa! i'm behind!) To: Senior Librarian Jakobus Tavs, Reader for the Council of Librarians From: Field Loremistress Yllian Senestra Re: Ollivander Shade 11th Westaway, 91 Post Calamity Among my many duties is giving my “frank and forthright assessment” of the specialists and security staff the Council has seen fit to send me. In order to fit this task in between my scholarly work and checking cargo manifest, I have decided to assess these traveling companions as they arrive. Ollivander Shade arrived at dusk on 10th Westaway. I suppose that it is to his credit that no one took notice of him as he entered camp. This is doubly surprising as he favors an ancient blue uniform, complete with high collar, silver epaulets, and a faded pink cockade on the chest. He cuts quite the dashing figure. I found him as he was trying on the sand suits, having opened the crate with uncanny silence. I was in the middle of cursing him for a thief, when he shoved his letter of introduction in my face. M

 A demi-god character for ARC Doom.  Sehrbaz is chained at the bottom of the ocean, but he is nothing if not irrepressible. Whenever there is a great feast, children set some food aside, in case Sehrbaz makes an appearance and brings them wonders. Once the world was a drab place, gray and with little joy. The only god who took interest in humanity was Trickster. Perhaps the other gods had grown weary of Trickster, and that was why he delighted himself with pulling cruel jokes on humanity. Once he tricked a young fool into letting himself be buried in the earth. That way he would sprout and grow offspring like fruit, Trickster claimed. Sehrbaz was the one who found the fool, weeping through mouthfuls of dirt. “If Trickster is here” Sehrbaz mused “who is guarding his house and riches?” He convinced some children to dress themselves in leaves and go pretend that they were the buried fools' offspring. While they distracted Trickster it was easy for Sehrbaz to sneak up to Trickster'