State of Meranthe

[Metrice]

Year: 2082
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“It’s been a good voyage.”

An air of sorrow has befallen the archipelago, so many lives cast asunder for a fruitless venture. Fel Gardens had devastated Fortune’s hierarchy. The Commandant, and even the Sovereign captured. Their fate is unknown. The High Corsair and High Seer barely escaping with a chance to tell the tale. And the Driftwood Battalion had suffered heavy losses. Some of their finest lost on this must horrific of events.
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There were rumors of a final will, one denoting the fates of the captured. One that was held tightly to those in command, it gave way to new leadership. A new Sovereign decreed in the midst of the silence. The isles would not be left headless.
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Despite this would the isles still see progress. The High Seer had created a sister to the Heavenly Blossom’s Church. One located upon Nilhirra, long since the agricultural isle of the archipelago had it been given another purpose. Now faith would run anew, giving the people hope in the silvery light of life.

They would leave their people with a statement, one to offer hope- guidance in these most difficult of times.
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"Our home has suffered losses. Family lay dead at the hands of Fel forces. However, our projects continue, and a new one has been started. The hunt for a cold iron vein begins."

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In the face of such darkness, there was hope. Even when all seemed lost, the archipelago would not yield.

Fortune would carry on.

“I have deep appreciation for all of you."
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“You'll all find your way in time, find it without me. Free our people from this malignant disease." 


⁜ High Corsair Emeraldi had made a plan to embolden the waters, and outreach for those that would be stalwart in the defense of the archipelago. This being Fortune’s outreach in the face of such harrowing times.
⁜With the loss of the Doyen, the Percipience would be left without a head. This Vacancy set to be filled by those left behind, to steer the guiding minds of the archipelago further onwards.
⁜The faith of Alacritas now alive and true amongst the people of the Southern Seas. It gave them hope, purpose in these most tumultuous of times. Something they’d lost, something to steer them in the face of such a foe.
⁜In light of persistent rumors, it is thought that the isles may crumble without proper leadership. The people are fearful, their safety in question. The liberties, the freedoms they’d come to enjoy likely to be robbed from them.
“I will miss seeing you all grow. My Beloved children, my family. In this life of mine, I couldn't have asked for a greater blessing."

  
Aphros: Affiliate.
Dal'Thala: Unknown.
Dawnstone: Unknown.
Atheoria: Unknown.
Fel Threat: No Mercy.
Sainted Church: Extreme Caution.
Frontier: Mercantile Accord.
Audhild: Mercantile Accord.

“But most of all, learn to be happy.”