Poe Family
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Poe Family sign offs
Lucius - Perfection Personified
Ichabod - Glory Departed
Crowley - Never-Ending Remembrance
Rosalind - Corvus Bennetti
Lucius
Born in Dimwood
Stories regarding The Morality of Lucius Poe
Urien
Born in Wudenkin
Died in battle in the region of Ffangor aged 34 against the forces of Thalmarkin
More to be added later
Ichabod
Lelith
Retired from public life at the age of 28
More be added later
Annabel Lee
Barakhur born
More to be added Later
Crowley
More to be added later
Rosalind
Began her life as a noble on 8/11/1020 in Halcyon taking the vacant Moore estate (later renamed Poe estate) in Grentzen with the liege as Monford Velaryon.
Reassigned from the Phoenix Legion to the Royal Charge of Halcyon on 17-11-1020
Her Liege Monford Velaryon stepped down as Lord of Grentzen and named Rosalind as his preferred replacement on 2-12-1020
Was elected Senator of Grentzen on 8-12-1020
Recent Events in the Colonies
Winter Solstice
A frigid wind blows across the plains as the sun sets on the shortest day of the year. Tonight, of all nights, it seems much harder than usual to keep a fire burning...and the fire that do burn seem to give little relief from the biting cold.
The cold seems the most bitter in the lands around the Arakir, and somehow strikes deeper than mere flesh. In the byres, the sheep cluster together tightly, and in the distance, wolves begin to howl.
Then another sound starts to drift faintly on the wind. It's nearly inaudible, and easy, at first, to mistake for sticks or leaves being blown along with the gale, but the longer it goes on, the harder it is to deny that what are hearing is the dry clack and rattle of bones.
Hundreds of them.
Awakening
As dawn approaches on the first day of the new year, the slumber of those across the Colonies is disturbed by dreams of mocking laughter.
For those in Lukon and its environs, standing guard for the last watch of the old year, the laughter is chillingly real, and draws their eyes eastward.
There, in the twisted spires of long-dark Arak Castle, an eldritch green glow flickers to life.
Tales of a Corvidae
The Memoirs of Rosalind Poe