*A letter sealed with Delia's mark is delivered to the head priestess of the refugee camp, while other notices are posted around the city.*

"Vendui, since last cycle Vandree has become the first house. The first order of business which has been long over due is those encamped near our city. Those who are camped out I am welcoming you all, along with the temple and the other Ilharesses into the city of Edonil. However, you all will be put into the service or bolstering the cities military strength and resources. All priestesses and mages will report to the temple for questioning and ensuring that you all serve Lady Lolth. All warriors will gather at the Melee Magthere and await the same questioning. Then after all that is sorted priestesses will be put to work in the temple which is their proper place, all wizards will report to Sorcere, and warriors Melee Magthere. Also no house is to attempt to take in the refugees since they have their own houses and clans, thus in respect to those leaders, it will be best if they do as we all do currently and work in support of Edonil."

*signed Ust'Ilharess Vandree*

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"You are still willing to do these things? After all he is your father."

"And he is your Lord Husband. If there is a difference, please explain it to me...."

*velve walked out of the temple and looks at the notice* Lady Lolth? What in the nine hells.... How about the dread queen or perhaps one of her other titles she has earned.... call yourself yath.... *shakes her head* Come yathrin. I await what plans you have for the low life's of this settlement *she Snickers and walks back into the temple*

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Braller Thunderbeard: The Dwarven mini-Jesus with a porn star name. Blasphemous.
Dante: "He is likely to heal you as he is likely to smite you."

Offical Statement from House Qos'Yutsu. Second house of Edonil.

In accordance to tradations and in the light of House Vandree's accention. House Qos'Yutsu complies in full support to the ordanaces set forth by the 1st Matron of Edonil. Qos'Yutsu members are hear by ordered to assist in the management of the displaced refugees. The Commoners with the skill of masonary of the refugees are too make them selves known. These skills will be essential to develop proper housing for all those who are homeless at this time and will be rewarded for there excellence in this field!

-Mayarra Qos'Yutsu 2nd House of Edonil

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-Ryoko
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*Sidar Qos'Yutsu can be seen orginizing lines of the refugees, and yelling at the ones that don't comply. He is also getting the warriors into formation.*

Another notice can be spotted.

The warriors amongst the refugees are being taken care of by me. Those who disregard this fact will face severe consequences.

~Sut'rinos Jess d'l'Orbb Xa'chena Tinnerai

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Xa'chena - The lost child of Lolth

Watches any of the refugee Yath that report to the Temple as she goes about her duties.. seeing how many, their demeanor, their gaite, thier countenance... smiling enigmatically to herself as she does.

*Israe'anna would glance at the notice, she would sketch a quick copy, and fold it up, setting off to deliver copies to those who need to see it with a smirk.* -PM's Sent.-

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Nakasha
Izzy
Defender Calika Nethzil
Aridial

The comings and goings of the Sorcere proceeded as usual in the eyes of the Scholar; the librarian was putting books away and giving scolding looks, the Arch Mage was in his office planning something he could only wonder how little he cared about it and the gifted seers and sorcerors continued their banter with those who lacked their natural talents.

Such was too busy however for his personal study at this time, so he had retired to his own personal residence: a modest residence consisting of a bed, a hook for his longcoat and a large storeroom for his growing collection of books both new and old.

He flicked the page of his current book and chuckled as the author's name, Liber Big-Noseia's compendium of gnomish reality warping pranks company, stood out amongst his dreary and dusty collection. He heard the presence of someone behind him and replaced his porcelain mask back upon his face before turning. "Ah... my protege." He gestured to the Half-Drow at his rear towards the seat on the other side of his desk where he lazily sprawled himself.

The female half caste bowed and cautiously took her seat. "I bring a message to your attention Master Scholar." From her weather-beaten jacket she slid out a quickly scribed copy of the public notice that had recently surfaced. "I had figured Master, this would be of interest to you."

Solaviir read over the note, rolling the words over his tongue as he deciphered its message both obvious and hidden. He could feel the tone of authority and tasted the subtle venom of its hidden message with glee. He leaned back into his chair and chuckled...

....and then tossed it back towards his servant. "How boring!"

The half Drow servant cringed, raising her hand to protect her face for a moment. "Boring master!? This affects the direction of the settlement does it not?"

The scholar shuffled through the papers on his desk for a moment in a distracted manner. "Oh yes... it does doesn't it? Seeing the lower features of his face curl into a cunning grin, the servant sighed; "Master you predicted this didn't you..."

"Both Ussen'Dvhid and Qos'Yutsu are not yet ready for such a position my protege, leaving Vandree the sole power able to usurp the authority from a house that struggles in sorting its internal leadership." The scholar repositioned his porcelain mask, having briefly scratched around its border. "I had made six predictions of possible short-term outcomes and what has played out had probability in its favour just as I predicted."

"...and you find this boring?"

"Discovering how the gnomes have turned turnip smuggling into a plane-destroying weapon is interesting, I correct myself, highly entertaining my dear protege. He corrected. "Politics is merely a game of predictions... and when the denominal outsider result does not exist in the equation, it limits the possibilities in favour of what you can prepare for."

"So you are not worried by such a turn of events?" She tilted her head, her facial expressions contemplating heavily in thought.

"Not at all; Tinnerai, Vandree, The Obsidian Vanguard... it doesn't matter whose in charge in the end; I have already played the numbers and have avenues for each of the twelve possibilities I have hypothesised. Worry not my dear protege..." He reached across the desk and dropped a heavy tome in front of her.

"...you'll still be researching whether or not it is the mathematics of gnomish logicality or the logicality of gnomish mathematics that governs the movement of trans-dimensional sheep from plane to plane, Vandree or no" he sneered as he left the room, chuckling like a madman.

With a sigh, she opened up to the bre-bookmarked page and mumbled "I live to serve..."

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"I had a plan! A good plan, carefully laid out! ...but then I got bored."

A scene of activity in the early segments of the current cycle around the Sorcere. A team of slaves headed by a duergar supervisor sets up a number of tents behind the Sorcere building. The tents are arranged in a semi-circle around a large central tent.

In short order, the project is complete and the dueregar is paid and about his business. The slaves are given instructions and run off towards the refugee encampment with handfuls of notes from the Ul'faeruk.

"Take these," handing several notes to each slave, "Give them to any who would join the Sorcere." Looking to see if the instructions were understood, "Xas?" And with a chorus of bobbing heads the slaves were off to do their duty.

Within each note is a handwritten message stamped with the seal of the Sorcere:

As per the order of the Ust'illharess Vandree, all who would join the Sorcere Academy of Edonil will proceed to the Sorcere for grading and training. Accommodations and catering will be provided. Those of rank and training will be given preference according to their station.

Lolth tlu Malla, Krrja, Ul'faeruk d'Edonil

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Thine taste in horrid footwear not withstanding, I did not say that thou were in fact an idiot, I merely implied that such things were self evident.

-Krrja

A scruffy reply is posted next to the statement.

Honoured missus',

Though my kin are renowned for their skill in stone masonry, my own work, or art, exceeds even that of our greatest. Should it be needed, I will also be able to supply both the required materials and labour. If you are interested, please send word to L'obsul indicating the best times for me to come speak with you. Remember, no task is too great!

Power and prosperity to the dark,
Bogar Deepbowel, duergar delegate of the Obsidian Vanguard.

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Eli Hodgewall <{/,~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~X
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Qeelak \ | / ,

Three slaves dressed in blue trousers and tunics trimmed in a bone color trot along after Ul’ath’tallar Nizzre’tyne as she inspects the encampment. They have with them crates and baskets. She directs commoners to set up fires to boil water for drinking, selects a few to move tents over a few feet, more are directed to map the cavern itself in order to present the information to the refugee Yath and Spider guard so that areas for mushroom planting might be located.

A Spider Guard and another group are sent to the rothe cavern near L’Obsul to gather fresh meat while assisting the rothe herder there.

Others are directed to the fishing spot. One is found whom understands a bit about setting up proper bathing facilities so that all might bathe downstream at some point in the next few cycles.

And so on it goes for several hours. Each time a task is completed those workers are paid rather handsomely with various sundries, cloth, leathers and supplies that the encampment would be getting low on. Until by the time that the Ul’ath’tallar leaves it seems the encampment is stocked rather well.

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Ari'aerath Dlues'athsha ~ Silver Singer with the Bow of the Sun
Clarette Feohn ~ Magic is Art.
Victoria Marrs ~ "I have an herb for that."