End of August, European Calendar; Khoiak Waxing, last day of Inundation, Stygian Civil Calendar
If my calculations are correct, in Stygia, the coming dawn marks the end of Inundation, the start of the longer days of Tobi and the onset of Going Forth. It is the time to plant…to place the seeds that you will grow in the season ahead so that you achieve your needs and desires by Pakhon, the time low water and harvesting.
I do not see the situation here as much different. Until the passing of recent days, members of our group have looked passively upon the rising waters around us. They have held seeds in hand, instead of securing them deep in the soil beneath the Styx so that they might grow…and bear fruit in our time of need…our once mighty band held seeds in hand, dawdled, and looked about to others for assurance that their lack of decisive action was acceptable.
When called to task for preparations, many fell to doing so without hesitation. We made quick work of key planning elements and now find ourselves in a state of low readiness. We have the essentials…rally points, rendezvous plans, and high guidance for the days ahead.
In all of this, I have concluded that among my companions, I alone must truly recall the nature of war at this scale. Much like memories of past glories and greatness…it appears that they have been spared the dark memories of war that yet find root in my mind. I wonder at the meaning of this. How could such things ever pass from grasp? What is it about me that has caused these memories to find stronger purchase and not fade into nothingness as with the others?
No matter! War is upon us. The city is abuzz with knowledge that battle is but days away. Those with something to lose have fled the city and those that remain either do so out of duty, enterprise, or folly.
For me..it is a bit of each. It is my intention that we utilize the coming conflict to our greatest advantage. While I can not harbor the thought of advancing the cause of the Many…I will gladly set them on a path that places them in conflict with the might of the Deceiver. It would be a great coup to find them both bleeding out into the soil of this accursed prison. The howling madness of chaos intertwined with the grandiose delusion of the false Creator…two kinsmen, embracing after long separation amid a backdrop of blood, death, fire and ruin.
It is a regret that our lady friends have turned to the road ahead. Merisel and Inali will be spared the lessons that we learn here…and they will not bear witness to our deeds. Perhaps this is best. Many that remain will stand witness and still not fully comprehend the path that we must follow. To me, the path is clear…and those that find themselves a hindrance will find respite among the fallen.
As it is willed, so shall it be. Adula Sutekh!