DISPATCH FROM AMAUROT - MEMORANDUM FOR RECORD:
1355 BELLS - DIE 24 - UMBRAL MOON 4:
SUBJECT:
Assumption of voluntary communications station by:
Aellae Athena Neru - Legati erat
Hypatia - Vicarii
POLICY: Nulla Regula Exstat
The smell of the salt air tinges everything with a brine, a chill that only the ocean can bring. Before it's tempering factor is conquered by the ever present brilliance of the star that drifts above through the wheel of the heavens. What promises attributed to that celestial sphere do we know to be true, the flowing of the seasons, the eddies and ebbs of the aetheric currents in the air and water. To this burgeoning afternoon comes Aellae. Full of hope and dreams for what may come on the morrow.
I expect not to pen any great treatise or the next tome of Encyclopedic Knowledge. Rather to simply cast my voice to the cacophonic choir that sings to the digital aether born aloft on ancient Allagan and magical machination. May whatever souls of saints and sinners be listening find favour with my supplication, and grant audience to my musings and missives.
Were I to pen this wending introduction to a more consumable form:
Hello, World!
Hello all, I'm giving the fully IC blog thing a shot I think. So- there's a first post from @Dispatches-From-Amaurot! Hopefully I can keep up with it and it goes well!