Oak & Ink: Vol I

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𝙾𝚊𝚔 & 𝙸𝚗𝚔​

𝙴𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝙰𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝙴𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚛
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THE CURIOUS CHRONICLES
Uncovering the Odd, the Holy, and the Occasionally Unhinged
Volume I — HOLY HOBO IN THE WALLS?!

Purple-Eyed Stranger Terrifies Locals with Quiet... and Glass Art?!

- OLD SALT PUB, THE NIGHT OF THE TOURNAMENT
Patrons came for the ale but stayed for the odd company. Whale oil hung thick in the air. A patron at the corner table murmured, “It’s a scared pup.”
The truth? Stranger. Softer. Holier.
Meet Lamiya, a self-proclaimed future High Priest from the distant, mystical land of Eidolon—currently living in the walls.
Why?
“Too quiet in my room,” he said.
Draped in flowing robes and sporting eyes like moonlit amethysts, Lamiya spends his time lovingly assembling stained-glass mosaics.
“I like puzzles,” he told this reporter, “Metal sticks.”
Charming? Yes.
A little concerning? Also yes.
He speaks rarely—and when he does, it’s in a voice so soft it might actually be a prayer. His dream? To become the Next Voice, a sacred spiritual leader from his homeland.
Unfortunately, he’s still struggling to order ale in Common.
There are whispers of ties to Vincent “Bat Man” von Dante.
Mentorship?
Friendship?
Or simply shared nocturnal vibes?
We may never know.

Fast Facts from the Field:
Favorite Color: Purple.
Favorite Activity: Puzzling glass shards.
Current Status: Nestled in the walls.
Life Goal: “The Angel. The Eyes. The Wings. The Voice.” (No follow-up clarification was available.)

So if you catch sight of glowing purple eyes, don’t panic. That’s just Lamiya, your friendly local wall-dweller, trying to piece together the divine... and maybe, himself.

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜
Soon: Aurelithis Open Performance night at the Traveler’s Rest

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𝙰𝚍𝚜
Check out the Travelers Rest! Wine straight from the Vine.

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𝚄𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚗’𝚜 𝙴𝚢𝚎
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚘𝚌𝚔
𝙰 𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚔, 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚖,
𝚂𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎’𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑,
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜, 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚜.

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𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙰𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜
A heated debate sparked at the Traveler’s Rest: to crack an egg or not to crack it?

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𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝙽𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚘𝚜𝚝
RUMOR: 𝗣𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗠𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗡𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗥𝗨𝗜𝗡𝗦!

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Thanks for reading!​

 

[Vigilant]

[!] Castien held a copy of the The Curious Chronicles in his hands, his eyes trailing over the words as he sipped his morning coffee. Those nearby might overhear the elf reading aloud with bemused elegance...

“Too quiet in his room, so he lives in the walls,” Castien murmured, swirling a half-glass of Moonbloom White. “At least the lad has taste in glasscraft, if that's what you'll call it.”

With a slight smirk, he turned the page and shook his head.

“Eidolon… Voice of the Gods… and puzzle sticks. Elara’s made a poet’s paper out of a fever dream. Saints bless her.”