[Heimdalic_Dreams]

Year 2072 AC


The flag has been planted; the dues have all been paid. With the call for reinforcements answered, the Baron of Blood Rose has finally 
given the precious few Batkin left wandering and homeless after the destruction of all they knew a home to settle. Throughout the year, 
little flapping wings of happy Na'hram children, non-magi and budding potentials alike, would be near invisible to the shores of the mainland past its own fortifications. 
Patrols in intimidating armor with equality intimidating insignias would smile dark and honeyed grins, most of which held the hint of sharpened teeth beneath their helms. A 
people bred for war and lust, readying themselves for what must come next with prayers on their lips and desire in their eyes. 
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• The refortification of the bulwark has been a primary focus of late, attempting to maintain and, if able, add to what the previous denizens had instated, with masons of mostly non-magi origins gladly working their hands for the protection of their new home. Murmurs of a desire not to see what happened to Nyt'hjem repeated within their lifetimes can be heard in passing, audible from their excitement as the citizens open up new shops and build their new homes, many of which seem to be hollowed out caverns at the base of the shore.
  
  
•  The landmass once called Black Rose has now been redubbed in honor for Baron Adairas favored proclivities, as well as the many fleeting warriors with his sigil upon their backs. 
  

• With the silence coming from the Moons Chosens' camp, the Blood Moon Risings' decree to hunt down those still loyal to her bastardization of their race has been enacted; there has been word of a grace period for those who were taken in by her charisma and untouched by the darkness of the occult and wicked ways, but to preserve the legacy of their kins' future, the ones she has rotted must be culled to bring alleviation to talks of extermination. 
  

• Though the Adairas views on the evil of those who go against the flow of the Lifestream have been made clear, so too has his mercies; those who are already living upon the island have been allowed to stay without disruption, so their fate may be carried out by virtue of their own design. However, those who attack and harm the other denizens will be dragged to the back of the castle and shot. Some believe this is just the strange humor of Baron Adaira, though others might note the gleaming guns on some of the Batkins' belts. 
  

• There exists plans to expand the settlement beyond just the few caverns below, and the scattered houses that litter the island. Perhaps even some level of design to enhance the landmass in some way - If not by increasing its size, then perhaps by making it float upon the water somehow. However, the former plans seem to merely be propaganda to increase the rank and file of warriors with adventurous hearts into the garrison, as well as growing the general headcount of the island... Supposedly. 
  

• A recording of a speech made in a distant, sandy land has found its way to the hands of a few merchants, who, for just a few crowns, will gladly play the filtered and semi-corrupted echo - Some suggest this is allowed to happen as a way to display the Barons desires and vision of the future. Others note it's likely just further propaganda. Only time will tell. 
  

Skarnfel: To be Hunted as Prey
Meranthe: Jolly Cooperation
Sheol: Lidded eyes upon their necks
Aphros: Friends with Benefits