Game-Summaries:12/28/2018 Recollections

Ekerati's Dawnspeech

it is dawn on Interdie, the day between years, New Year's Day, marking the separation of the year 346 and 347 of the Common Era.

As all Magisters here are aware now, this is also the day of the "assault," but no intelligence has been forthcoming. You are all awakened as the sun rises by your rings pulsing a golden hue. This is your second interdie as a magister, you know now that this pulse is beckoning all magisters to the Grand Hall.

Ekerati, Grandmaster Metaphysicae stands at the podium atop the main stage in the Grand Hall. The entirety of the Magistery's leadership is seated behind him, headmasters, grandmasters, the color guard, and a strangely familiar looking woman in a gilded dress.

Ekerati begins with no preamble

"Our spies inform us that the enemy prepares two fronts to attack at sundown, during the short time when the protective enchantments on this city are weakest."

"Every New Year's Day we have but one duty as Magisters: keep the city safe during this vulnerable period, and while it only lasts for a few hours, it presents a window of opportunity for would-be attackers to take advantage of our weakened defenses. No attack has ever succeeded against this jewel of the world, and this day will be no different!"

"Until now intelligence has been compartmentalized. We are expecting a double envelopment. From the sea to the west, a siege with the ultimate goal to destroy the ultraforce cannon to allow for a prolonged battle. From the east, an army of undead has begun to march."

"While they mean to attack this city, their true objective still eludes us. There is something we are missing, and so information is key, every single one of you has been given a direct chain of command on how and where to share this information. Our enemies will play their hand eventually, and we will strike back with precision and efficiency, a special thank you to the greens and reds who have coordinated this effort."

"Evacuating the city is not an option, but a special defensive company comprised of all houses will be warding the hospitals and schools to serve as bunkers."

Ekerati looks out at the crowd, as if noticing it for the first time and sees what you see, uncertainty and unabashed fear across the sea of faces. He sighs a weighty breath. "You have your orders."

Ekerati turns back to face the rest of the Magistery leadership, you see reassuring nods and stern faces. The woman sitting among them stands and gestures for Ekerati to sit in her place. She approaches the podium moving with the grace of a rogue and the flourish of a bard. There is an ineffable power and warm kinship radiating from her penetrating your very soul, and as she begins to speak the crowd hushes.

"Ekerati, thine heart be true. I shalt sue for peace, but our foe is corrupt. Thither a blackness. A void at their core. Wend forth, I giveth thee mine invocana."

Her voice is like an echo of the past heard through a horn of the future, formless and rigid all at once. She waves her hand in a fluid motion towards you and gold glitters from the ceiling and falls like snow across the chamber. The act seems drain the woman completely of energy, though she retains a motherly smile.

An ephemeral warmth washes over you and though you're not quite sure what it was, you feel just a bit lucky.