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The Mayor’s Minutes: Naimorai’s Journal
The Mayor’s Minutes came out Saturday morning and feature portions of Naimorai’s Journal which came to light after the shredded mess of Dennet’s meddling fell apart.
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Topic: Wehnimer’s LandingDate: 12/23/2017 06:18 AM CSTFrom: FLAYED-ANGELSubj: Mayor's Minutes Mini [RE: Naimorai's Journal.]Mounted within Moot Hall for public viewing is a witchwood case displaying thirteen burnt scraps of paper, protected beneath glass and guarded further from meddling by what appear to be faint blood red warding sigils along the exterior edges of the case. The papers appear to have been torn from a book or journal and are almost entirely scorched. A few words and sentences are visible amongst the burn marks and appear to be in elegant handwriting.In the Common language, they read:
…and my father has taken the young woman Lana. We’re going to test new levels of plinite in her blood. He doesn’t dare wish to experiment on mother. I’ve recommended that he wear a bone mask, like that of the Black Diabolist, to hide his identity and misguide the others should we be caught, or she witness too much… …I’ve acquired the poison I need for mother. I do not do this lightly. I love her. She has always been there for me, despite the jealousy I sometimes catch in her eyes at how father dotes over me. Sometimes I feel there is something else in her gaze, perhaps doubt, like I was a mistake. But I love her. I do not think father will be successful in healing her. I know of no other option than bringing her a quick, and painless end. That is not cruelty. That is compassion. …I’ve found a few allies, perhaps dare I say friends here in the north. They have sworn to keep my secrets and my true power to themselves and not alert the others. After I accidentally killed Jonathan, I had no way of truly understanding or mastering my art back home. The Hall, while they permit some, would never tolerate me. Not that I much tolerate them. I’m quite fond of what I may learn from some of my new teachers, especially… …I did not intend death with Michol. But he spoke so harshly, and accused me of many things, and threatened to expose me, and my father. I meant only to frighten him. But I must confess, it felt good. I felt alive. The power in my veins, the turn of my hand as he twisted inside out. Some would never possess the stomach to witness it. Instead I looked upon it like art. Like observing the amazing brushstrokes of a masterful painter’s work… …my new allies agreed to the plan and to help me cover up the death of Michol. Some were skeptical, but ultimately all were on board. They’ll help provide the components needed to create a voodoo doll to help frame Hapenlok for the murder. It should be easily believable, as he is a known victim of some witch, and she has a hold over him they say. The black shaman will help infuse false memories, so even the poor halfling believes it himself. Father has already concealed Michol within the earthen walls… …I’ve been growing exponentially in my arts. The black shaman has been teaching me many things, of blood and of shadow. Soon I may be able to pass into the shadows themselves, taking any targets unaware. I’ve learned the truth of my bloodline. Strangely, it was welcome. For so long, I had felt lost, and apart from it all, despite Dennet‘s adoration. Now I understand. Now I am aware of exactly who and what I am… …and he’ll discover everything, from Jonathan, to Lana, to Michol, to Hapenlok, and our future plans. I don’t need Osment meddling now. Dennet and Quinshon have come up with a plan, and my allies here in the north have also agreed to participate and help. We’ll abduct the young Mestaniri man and weave new memories for him. Quinshon has promised to allow me to help this time, to begin furthering my studies… …to which he denied, but I told him many people would suspect Thadston is not himself, and likely even predict he is a golem, like one of the original experiments they discovered in the woods. But Dennet is insistent that the guise of Thadston be used, to help keep the soldiers in line, and a figurehead to aim at the Rooks to gather the stolen plinite… …there is now new hope for my mother. If the plinite can be merged with the pylons as Dennet claims, then she’ll have some temporary relief for a while. Which is exactly what both Dennet and Quinshon said is needed for the final step. This time, it will work. We will use a living body. Out of the three, Shinann has been chosen as the host. The other two who watched my mother have been ruled out and… …or so he claims. But I do not trust Irar any longer. I suppose I never should have in the first place. I was naive to confess so much to him. It was not even a year ago that the Church of Koar was hardly a reliable source. I’ll get the poison back, or end Irar, one or the other. Part of me hopes he makes it a challenge… …my brother is dead. I suppose I should be moved by it. But Quinshon says it was a valuable lesson in perfecting the ritual and our powers. I suppose in a way he was dead long ago, when his magic overcame him and he was poisoned by Carenos. But now Dennet has changed his plans. Once my mother’s spirit is transferred to Shinann, he plans to have Quinshon weave new memories in their minds, erasing me, erasing Cyph, and giving them a new chance elsewhere. Should I be sad to be so discarded? In truth, it feels liberating… …was so rewarding. It’s finally come to pass. I have bent the shadows to my form, stepped through them, even walked upon the sacred ground of Koar’s altar. I was alive as I tore the Deacon open. It was far more exhilarating than any death before. From the shadows, I can render flesh so easily perhaps even poison just as effortlessly… …Quinshon has told me to be prepared. When Octaven comes, and the ritual with my mother and Shinann is completed, we will quickly depart amidst the chaos. We will need to travel by foot, since the Talon may bring about adverse effects moving through the shadows with it at this time. He’s arranged transport to Phannus, then into the Sea. He will take a new name, and I as well. I’ve chosen to honor my mother’s middle name… I will be Rachel.
— Wheels & Skulls Department
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