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Poe Family Valedictions

• 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

• The Sermons of Ichabod Poe

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