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Post by aedon on Jan 26, 2018 22:39:35 GMT -5
A small, forest green, leather bound book with the Celtic Tree of Life etched on the cover.
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Post by aedon on Jan 26, 2018 22:41:04 GMT -5
To others I may not look it, but the years are beginning to wear on me. I feel them in my bones, and in the depth of my being. I am no longer a young man capable of keeping up with the trials and needs of a growing town. Yew, like me has changed. Where first, and for so many years the woods gathered in close offering me solace and a simple way of life, now things are hurried and ever moving. And surely, one such as I can become lost in the dealings of every day life for a backwoods town turned city. Where once we had wood mills and cider mills and country fairs, we now see growing industry and an active seaport. And I am lost among the rush and bustle of a life that I am ill prepared to deal with as once I had. It is for this reason that I have called on James to step once again into the role of Mayor of Yew. Some my think I have lost all senses in appointing James to see to the trade deals and diplomatic connections needs to assure Yew’s continued growth. But in truth, few are as qualified and capable as James for the position. Because, even though Yew grows and prospers as many of the other towns of the realm, it is uniquely different. The presence of the balefire in the back of the glade makes us stand apart form other towns and villages of our size. The fire requires one to tend it that understands the way the fire interacts with the land, and the life within the flame. James accepted the charge of tending this flame along with her sister in the Freehold. And aside from this, there is the depth of compassion James has for Yew. He has never been one to care for the day to day lives of the mortal realm, but in Yew he has found a home and calling. I do not fear his blowing up the abbey as I did him finishing off New Magincia. He has a connection to the forest, and in some ways, part of his live emanates from this glade. And so, I have appointed him once again Mayor of Yew, and have asked that he make contact with Ine of Trinsic. Ine may not appreciate a magical being as an emissary and official of another town. But if he wishes to be true to his word and work with others, all others to benefit his town, then he must learn to live with and find some ease with the world of magic. The next contact I will ask that he makes is with the Township of Cove. I am hoping to open some trade with the Caine’s which will be of use to their town as well as Yew. And at the same time allow James the time to establish himself as a leader and representative of Yew. This will be good preparation for his running for Governor. My years do not show, but they are felt keenly. I am in need of a rest, and firmly believe that it is in James, Hairy and Lydia that the future of Yew lies. Their magics are as strong as those that live within the Glade, reaching out to not only protect those who dwell within Yew, but offering some of the peace and magic that has long sustained me. and Aegis.
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Post by aedon on Jan 29, 2018 18:47:18 GMT -5
The meeting between James and Governor Ine of Trinsic went well. At least according to James’ accounting. I am sure that had Ine been more aware of the truth of the pooka’s being, he would not have been so gracious. This is the first step, an opening salvo in the battle to help Ine see the truth of Sosaria. He has to understand that magic is a part of this world in which we live, and any attempt to separate magic from this world, or ban its usage could prove catastrophic. I do not expect to see any rapid change in the man. He has long been zealous in his attempts to squelch a part of the nature of Sosaria. I cannot help but wonder what experiment in his past, perhaps his own delving into the world of magics went awry causing his disdain and mistrust of all things of that nature.
James’ next meeting is of a slightly different nature. I have asked that he lead a delegation to the city of Cove to open a trade deal. This would be different and separate from Yew’s trade in lumber and hides with other cities and towns of the realm. It is perhaps to be seen as the darker side of trade dealing with potions and such that many would find questionable. Cove being so far apart is what makes this sort of trade viable, and perhaps profitable. The fact that most of these concoctions have not been tested on mortal beings is not of too much concern to me. James has stated that at least they have not harmed anyone yet. Who knows, perhaps one of them has the power to return the memories to one who has lost them.
I do not seek to bring harm to anyone, only to assure the continued survival of Yew. We must use all resources available to us to continue to prosper and grow.
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Post by aedon on Feb 27, 2018 21:09:24 GMT -5
Well now, tonight was a bit of a shock. It was just another governors meeting. A time to sit at a long table and ask for things you want done in your towns. I knew what I was there for. A library for Bink’s Books and to ask that a druid’s glade be erected in Trammel. For Yew’s part, things went well enough. Though we may need to pick certain books only for a library building, the king said the Druids Glade was a good possibility. I will be sending sketches to him later tonight, But what I did not expect to learn of tonight was the death of Faeryl. Even more-so to learn she was executed, beheaded has shaken me to my core. Were it just Ine that spoke to her treason and complicity in the death of others, I would never believe her guilty. But John, though at times far too ridged in seeing what is good and bad, I know for an honest man. But really, did they need to execute the lady? That is not for me to say. I only know that someone I cared for no longer lives. And I feel cheated of her company at taverns nights and her smile when I presented her with a keg of mead.
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Post by aedon on Apr 4, 2018 2:29:11 GMT -5
I am not sure to make of the council meeting in Trinsic. I went there with an open mind, hoping to see something in Ine that would convince me that he was good for Trinsic. And for a few minutes, it seemed as though he would be a little more reasonable than I believe him to be. And though he came in with the same over confident swagger that has followed him into the Governor’s Council, he did, for a brief moment seem on the verge of some sort of cooperation with the members of the Holy Fist. This, of course did not last long. He declared the Trinsic Council to be illegal, even though it was made up of the elders and protectors of Trinsic. He bragged of his election victory and accused those present of not even caring enough about Trinsic to run against him. I will admit, I was about to leave, and seek a quiet place to sit and sip coffee. Then I heard a woman in the far corner of the room address the council. There was something in her voice that called my attention. As she drew back the hood on her robe she stated her name. Faeryl Tyr’athem. I do not think I was the only one shocked to see the lass standing there. She had been executed in Trinsic for crimes against the people. And yet, here she stood, alive, but perhaps a bit worse for wear and subdued. She told those there that she had been held captive, and a copy of her had been sent back among the people. I tried to listen to all she said, but the sudden movement of not only Ine, but John and many others around the room distracted my attention. Ine, it was clear wished to harm Faeryl, and at first, I believed John might jump in and help him with the task. But when a young girl who was in the room stood between John and Faeryl asking that he not harm her, the knight told her it was his intention to stand between Faeryl and Ine. She sought and was granted the protection of the council. This served to further raise Ines ire. Returning to his seat, he exchanged a few words with Lady Piper, leader of the Holy Fist, and then declared that he was disbanding the council. More words were exchanged, with Ine accusing the Lady of threatening him. She moved so swiftly from her seat no one had time to restrain her. As she struck Ine, his guards attacked her, and then the Holy Fist stepped in. There was no contest in this matter. The seasoned knights quickly put down the Governors guards. I helped the wounded as I could, and as Ine slipped into a chair, even with the wounds to his body still bleeding, he did not relent, and told Piper and the others they were banned from Trinsic. I cannot see John, Piper and the others abiding by such a thing and leaving Trinsic at the mercy of her Governor. One of the councilmen asked the question that I have been mulling over in my mind. How were they to know that Ine was not working with the group who had attacked Enoch in Jhelom. At one-point Ine bragged about no attacks from Shaste taking place since he had been elected. One of his guards declared that Shaste was a coward. Now, knowing that that statement is not true I am left to wonder if perhaps Ine and Shaste are working together to subvert the city of Trinsic. Time will tell I suppose. I fear he may file a complaint with Blackthorn about what happened during the meeting. That he will make claims of his calmness in the face of those who hate him and seek to unseat him as Governor. Against this possibility, I am glad that I did attend. It is always helpful to have those present that witness an event who are not directly connected to either side.
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Post by aedon on Apr 8, 2018 15:38:40 GMT -5
A bit of earth. It is a simple thing, a small thing. And yet it is the soil that connects us all to the past and leads us ever on into tomorrow. The trip I made into the old lands was not something I needed to do. Most of my life now had been spent in Trammel with little thought given to the lands I left behind. But to truly understand where we are going, we must remember and acknowledge where we have been. And so, I made this one last trip to see these spots I recalled from a time when peace was to be found in a simple plot of earth. The old Druids Grove, to my delight still stood. Though her trees had withered and died, and tall grass had overtaken the benches, the peace of that place still remained. An oasis in a land all too often scarred by battle, a quiet place to reflect and dream of better times. I set for many hours on one of the stones of the Druids Circle looking out past the gate to the area just beyond and a thought came to me. Why let the past languish here when some taste, some small bit of it could be captured, and preserved? Plans were made, permissions gathered, and before long, work was begun on a Grove in Yew Trammel, not far from the Abbey, and the peaceful resting place of Queen Dawn. In no time at all, a lovely tribute to that Grove in the old lands stood. But unlike her predecessor, this Groves Gates stood wide open, inviting and welcoming all to stop a while and listen to the peace offered here. A bit of earth; A fertile spot where peace can grow, where plans and dreams can take root and flourish. And for those like me who recall those old spots like The Grove of the Second Order, and Kent’s Last Pint, it is a spot to remember the old times and friends.
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Post by aedon on Aug 2, 2018 15:30:25 GMT -5
I am very concerned for the gypsy Aila. Her blindness continues long after the attack, and yet other than that, the other symptoms of a possible toxin seem to have abated. She seemed to me almost alone in the tavern last eve. Even with a room full of folks around here. I know there have been many offering her aid, and yet still, the condition persists. This and something she said in the tavern has led me to consider other possibilities.
What if the initial poisoning was more a red herring. Something intended to draw attention away from what could be a far more nefarious plan? The blade may have only been tainted with a potion intended to bring on symptoms of poison, but never intended to do great bodily harm. After all, she continues to function in every way, other than the loss of her sight. Aila said that she was fine sight wise, but then after seeing the one she calls “the Gentleman” in her dream, she woke up blind. What if the target were not her life, but her gift of foresight? To this end, and seeing that her gift is still intact, I have suggested she find a quiet place, one in which she feels safe, and using her gift, look forward to see how it is we help her.
I am sure the answer to her loss of sight lay before our eyes, and yet the desire of most to look for outward causes has prevented us from looking to where the issue truly started. Not with the blade, but within the dream.
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Post by aedon on Mar 19, 2019 13:57:23 GMT -5
I grow weary of the state of things in the world. One would think that as Sosaria aged and advanced, that the people who inhabited it would grow as well., but they gave not. They are every bit as primitive as they were when first I became aware of them. They do not learn, they do not grow. They think not with their minds, but reason only at the point of a blade. In short, they are moving backwards, failing to evolve past their savage urges.
I think this is why it was pleasant to sit and talk with the half orc last night. We did just that, we sat calmly and spoke. Neither of us lobbing threats or pointing weapons at the other. It was all in all, once of the most intelligent conversations I have found in some time. I told him of the letter I had received, in fact, I showed him. He has promised to help find Aly, and I do not think he cares much for the one responsible for such carnage.
It is funny how one can fail to see the enemy within one’s circle of friends until it is too late. I had trusted Nick, even know what he was. I depended on the humanity within him to keep at bey the beast that lurked in the darkness. But as with others I have tried to see the better side in, he proved himself in one night to be undeserving of support, and devoid of humanity. I feel sorry for Aila, and fear that she has allowed herself to be stuck with one not worthy of her company. How can one ever trust a mate that may at any moment pounce on her, and rip her heart out? She is a she among wolves in this world. One who walks lightly through the dreams of others as she attempts to aid them, and yet fails to see the living nightmare at her side. Perhaps, as me, she wanted to look for the good in him. But there is no good left in that one, only a snarling beast deserving of death.
Aly’s letter shocked me to a reality I too have been avoiding. That this place, these people have become a drain on my soul. So much anger and death. Is this truly all they desire from the lifetime they are given? Like Aila, I search for beauty and peace where none is to be found. I hope for the best and know all too well that what will come of everything and everyone is more anger, more fighting, more death. I have seen all of this I care to, and must now make some decisions.
I must find something of life that is still good.
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Post by aedon on Mar 28, 2019 20:22:56 GMT -5
The days have been sort of falling into one another. Night after night, days become weeks, weeks turn to months and so on and so on. It is good to have this time to myself before the pressures of day to day live overwhelm all that is peace and beauty, and cast it down onto the earth to rot. Drifting slowly off the coast of Emerald Point at times feels a bit surreal. In the gathering shadows of night, the shoreline appears to be more a large serpent snaking its was around each point, each inlet. The smoke from the chimney rises high into the sky, to join in the mirth of wind tossed clouds dancing effortlessly across the horizon. And there, on the edge of sight I can see the lights burning still inside Izznet’s house. I am sure she wonders where I am off to all the time. Our words of late have been few and far between. It is not for lack of caring for one another, but more that each of us has sunk our entire selves into the tasks we are each working on. Izzy with her beasts, and me with matters of Yew.
The attack within the Rest had to be dealt with. Kyoto and Aly were both badly injured and for what? Words, looks, meaningless things used by folks to justify violent measures taken, and flames of hatred are fanned again and again.
I have made arrangements to meet with Doc and Aimee tomorrow, at which point, they will turn their selves in to begin serving their sentences. This was a wise choice on their parts. It is always best when you have done wrong to accept that which you have done, do your time, and make what ever amends you can. It is my hope that this will be the start down a new path for the couple. It is clear that their skills at tracking serve Yew well, but being who I am I could not ignore all that has gone on. I have made arrangements for their comforts, and that of the one pet I am allowing Aimee to take with her. Punishment need not be harsh to leave a mark on a person.
And in truth, I will need their help along with any offered by John, Okami and any other in searching for the one who murdered the surveyor in Yew. Octavio is still the key to solving all this. He will know better than any what we are searching for. Perhaps in solving this murder his long quest will also come to an end, and his family will find some measure of peace.
The night moves on and each minute of the hour weighs heavily on my soul. It is hard for one such as me to imprison another living being. But there are times when we cannot be fully ourselves. When we must take up the mantel of leadership and responsibility entrusted to us…..to me. The ship has stopped drifting and looking up I watch as Nemira turns the tide back towards Emerald point. I do not wish to return to show, and yet I know I must. And so, I watch as shore and ship drift closer to one another.
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Post by aedon on Apr 3, 2019 12:26:43 GMT -5
I released Doc and Aimee tonight. They have served the time set out for them, and followed all the rules set forth for their confinement. I have been heartened to see the way in which they faced the charges and accepted consequences for their actions. Now, I can only hope they continue down the new path they have laid out for themselves. Change takes time, this I know. And real meaningful change a person chooses to undertake takes time and commitment. I believe this is something they can do together.
The next phase will be a bit harder.
I must now set up a meeting between Doc, Aimee, Aly and Kyoto so that they can offer an apology for their actions of that night. Kyoto is quiet, and yet beneath the calm veneer lies a volcano ready to erupt. Aly is quite the opposite. Quick to anger, slow to burn and yet, thankfully, full hearted in her forgiveness. I do not expect that either of the four will become immediate fast friends. Aly has tried in the past to offer guidance, and may still harbor ill feelings towards those who appeared to have spurned her good intentions. But time, the great healer, coupled with the determination of Doc and Aimee to renew their lives may do much to sooth ruffled feathers and open up a chance for friendships down the line.
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Post by aedon on May 1, 2019 10:42:51 GMT -5
The Rest is quiet, all those who had gathered for a night of conversation and good drinks have returned to their homes. Izzy has long ago fallen asleep rereading a favorite book. I swear, she must have read that tome a hundred times, and yet still claims to find new things to get excited about within the pages. I can understand this well. During the long hours of the night books have kept me company, offered solace and opened my mind to new and unsought possibilities. I have never minded Llyr’s nickname for me, I suppose I am Bookish in many ways. Though I do with he had re-framed from calling me Bookworm in front of the Knights gathered in the Great Hall if Connemara. Oh, the books I could write about those times, the countless stories waiting to be told. But Aralanthe has gone to where ever it is he came from, leaving me to chronicle the last days of my line. But all thoughts of writing this night must be set aside, there is a task to see to, and it must be done before the sunrises and workers show up to clean and prepare the Rest for the next time.
The sheath left with me by Octavio is remarkable in its simplicity of design, and purpose. It is not as ornate or complicated an the one designed for contain Ahoun, but I can see well the power that courses within the design and markings. Like Ahoun’s sheath, this one was fitted to the purpose and workmanship of the blade it will house. Any runes of protection are undetectable to those who may have seen it laying on the counter in the Rest. Only when the blade is within would the nature of the sheath be seen. And but for the small, almost unseen tendrils etched or worked into the leather, the only marking easily see was that of a rather stylized D that would meet up with the nine headed dragon on the blade once it had been slid inside. The mark was familiar to Aedon. He had seen it many times on armor or as a clasp on a well kept cloak.
I know that to place the blade within the sheath I will have to remove the wrappings I have around it. I do not think the blade will be able to control my actions during this short time, but having lived so many years under the control of Ahoun, I will admit to a bit of trepidation at the task to come. But it is safer to do this now, then when others may be present within the Rest. Opening the place into which I have stored the blade was a simple task. The access, though only seen by those capable of seeing beyond the normal world and into the realms of magic shimmer brightly before me. Pressing the buttons, I watch as the panel slides open, revealing the bundle floating in a darkened sky amid a sea of stars.
Removing the sword, still safely contained within the wrappings, I go to my desk, and slowly untie the silver cording watching as it uncoils itself from the cloth, falling neatly wound to the side of the bundle. The runes of protection woven into the cloth flare brightly, and then fade until only a soft white silk is visible wrapped tightly around the blade. Removing the cloth, I set the sheathed blade onto the desk along side the new housing. Grasping the hilt of the sword, I carefully draw it forth. Taking a moment to admire it once more, I slide it firmly into the new sheath. To my ear, there is a soft clicking sound made when the Dragon emblem met the Symbol on the sheath.
And then, silence.
I feel no malice about me, no wild energy feels the room. Just quiet, and relief as the blade is put to rest. Could it really be this is working? Taking the now sheathed blade, I return to the panel and slide it into the opening. I can feel the tug as the forces within take hold of the blade, holding it floating within. I watched for a moment, not sure of what I was waiting for or expecting. But only the feeling one gets when totally relaxed at the end of a long day fills me. Closing the panel, I went back to my desk, and gathered the bindings and the old sheath, stowing them away in a nearby chest.
Now we wait for the next phase, and I will have to let Octavio know that all seems to have gone well.
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Post by aedon on Jun 16, 2019 22:49:18 GMT -5
It is still hard to believe that Eban is really gone. It is not as though we spent a great bit of time together over the past years, but as far back as my time in Umbra, Eban was there. Much of the events of the night still stand out in my mind, and my sleep is filled with visions, or more so, nightmares. When I close my eyes, I can see Aly struggling though her tears to prepare Eban’s body for cremation. Her shoulders shook with each sob, her face was stained with a mixture of dirt, mud and tears. But this was her final salute to a friend she held dear. She would have no other perform this duty. This, though to some a bit grizzly was an act of respect and love.
The sound the blade made as it cut through tissue, sinew and bone echoes through the hours of the night, and haunt my waking. Each clang of the smith’s hammer as John works in the forge dredges up memories, and brings this all back to me. I know in time, this will pass, and then, there will come the time to sit around the table, hoisting a pint, and talking about Eban’s many exploits.
The night brought many sorrows, and losses that must be dealt with. For the Rangers, the loss of Okami will mean that one of them must rise to lead. I am certain that among their ranks are many capable of doing so. But I know well that it is hard to replace one who has led you through training and battles. This is their burden, and my wish is for them to find comfort and solace in the good memories they all have of Okami.
I will deal with my grief as I can. Though I am not sure that those around me can see the full burden I carry. For I did not just lose a dear friend that night, I also lost a person I had begun to place trust in. Perhaps I trust too fast, or perhaps I just prefer to see the good in people. There is an abundance of bad in this world, and we are not well served by condemning folks without giving them a proper chance. I also regret my actions taken against the ranger Erollisi. She was, after all, doing what she thought to be the right thing in the moment.
Eban was going to die that night, no matter what any of us did, or tried to do. But he went free of the necromancer’s curse, his soul freed. He would have died in Aegis, the Spiritwood, or on top of that tower in Emerald Town. I carry no ill will towards anyone connected to the night other than Shaste. He is the architect of our pain and grief. May his death serve as a panacea for us all.
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Post by aedon on Jun 20, 2019 18:28:41 GMT -5
It did not take me long to find another to take on the job of Sheriff. Rowan Arlo has returned and happily accepted the position. Rowan is a good man who will balance a fair mind with a swift sword. It always seems that these days folks speak first with their blade, then listen after too much damage is done. Yew needs a steady mind, heart and sword to see to it her laws are obeyed. I will of course miss the visits from Aimee and Vixen. They were pleasant companions, and easy to speak to. As to Doc, for some reason, I am sure Aly would say my over soft heart, I still hold out much hope for him. He is wild yes. But I believe that one day he will feel secure enough in his surroundings to open up, and become a much better man. Aimee deserves that from him. Time will tell what life has in store for those two. I just pray that his wavering loyalties and desire to fit in someplace does not betray him and Aimee to a fate much like that of Eban. I have a meeting to attend tonight. One that I hope will serve to secure that Yew stays strong now, and in the years to come.
Grant, O spirit of the woods Thy protection; And in protection, strength; And in strength, understanding; And in understanding, knowledge; And in knowledge, the knowledge of justice; And in the knowledge of justice, the love of it; And in that love, the love of all existences; And in the love of all existences, the love of woodlands, and all goodness.
My Wish, My hope for all who call Yew Home.
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Post by aedon on Jul 31, 2019 13:02:54 GMT -5
I have come to a decision I have not wanted to. I have tried to give these two every chance to settle in and become a part of Yew. But every new chance given has been met with a total lack of respect for the laws and rights of others. It is clear these two enjoy living on the outside of society. They seem to thrive on violence and give no heed to the rights of others around them. In short, they are as close to a criminal element that I have seen in some time.
Even Glorfindel and Ismene have reached the end of their rope with these two. Like mem they felt sorry for them and wanted to give them a chance to prove themselves. I had hoped that Glors calm demeanor and Ismenes grace would break through the wall they have built between. But in return for their kindness, as they did in the Knights Rest, they did in the Garden of Everthorne.
They attacked persons they thought were going to attack them.
This is a failing on their parts. To attack others just in case they planned to attack them later. It goes to the depths of their paranoia. And to do so in a place peace and good will all the while endangering visitors to the Garden showed once and for all their total lack of concern or respect for the lives and rights of others.
Glor has taken the actions he had to ensure the peace of Everthorne, and I will now do what I must. I do feel badly for them, but the needs of the many out weigh the needs of those two. As they were banished from Everthorne, so too will they be barred from visiting the Aegis. And should they attack one more visitor or resident to Yew, I will swear out a warrant for them both, have that kitsune seized and if needed, put down. And bring them before the courts.
(Below is the notice posted on threes and at the Abbey in Yew)
Be it known that the two known as Doc and Aimee Kade are banned from setting foot in the Aegis. Be it further known that they are now considered enemies of the City of Yew, and any further discretion against the City, it’s Residents and Visitors will be seen as a high crime, and make them subject to arrest and trial. Signed this Day by Aedon Durreah Governor of Yew, Guardian of Aegis
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Post by aedon on Jan 9, 2020 21:10:07 GMT -5
I have spent the last five days aboard the Tide as she lay at rest along the shores of Emerald Point. Nemira has used this time to make herself scarce, and in truth, I am not sure she would come should I call her. We set on the deck together into the wee hours before she departed, and she spoke to me of a weariness which permeated her soul. A need she felt deep within to stop for a time, and perhaps be someplace on her own.
“Anywhere but above this damned ship.” She has said sadly.
I can understand this. I have spent the last year of my life searching for anything that gave me meaning. Something that would make me wish to stop for a time and enjoy a time of peace. But in all truth every corner I turned became a blind alley, and each new thing I tried only served to heap an unbearable weariness on my soul.
I have watched from the deck as Izzy and the ladies of her house bustled about, seeing to tasks they wished to complete and plans for the new undertaking. A shipping house that would operate out of the water from house in Yew. All of us know well that between the lumber, Abbey Wines and the products to be found within Aegis and the Freehold that we could in no time have a thriving business. And in addition to our wares there would be items coming from house Kanath, and I am sure that Glorfindel and Ismene could come up with a few offerings.
I know well that between Izznet and Isabelle the business would thrive. It is not success or the lack of such that is of concern to me. I do not wish to start something else that I lack the heart to finish.
The drive within me, the spark that always urged me on has all but died. The flame which once burnt brightly has become little more than a few embers clinging desperately to the last heat of the fire. I knew this was happening. Felt it keenly during my last term as Governor. I was more than relieved when Glor said he would run the next term.
Yew needs a good leader. One that can stand and fight for her. And I fear that is no longer me. I have become more like Nemira these days. A weary soul looking for a place to rest. I used to look to home for my respite. Now I look ever to the horizon.
I will try to play the shipping game. I will give it my best effort. But in all truth, I see little hope that it will turn out to be the thing which will spark the bond I once had with Yew, and that I will continue to go through the moves of being alive and happy. And deep within, feel only the desire to run.
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