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LUCY 🏳️‍⚧️💀👑 @regalbones.bsky.social · 2h

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LUCY 🏳️‍⚧️💀👑 @regalbones.bsky.social · 13h

SWORDTEMBER DAY 29 + 30: DEADLY SINS The Eye of the Seven Princes 👁️🪽

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LUCY 🏳️‍⚧️💀👑 @regalbones.bsky.social · 13h

SWORDTEMBER DAY 29 + 30: DEADLY SINS The Eye of the Seven Princes 👁️🪽

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LUCY 🏳️‍⚧️💀👑 @regalbones.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

SWORDTEMBER DAY 28: MYSTERY ???

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LUCY 🏳️‍⚧️💀👑 @regalbones.bsky.social · 27/09/2026

SWORDTEMBER DAY 27: GRAVE Gravedigger’s Burden, of heavy iron and cold chains 🪏🕯️

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LUCY 🏳️‍⚧️💀👑 @regalbones.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

SWORDTEMBER DAY 26: MOON Kinkiller, of moon’s blood and ocean’s hunger 🫍🦭

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LUCY 🏳️‍⚧️💀👑 @regalbones.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

SWORDTEMBER DAY 26: MOON Kinkiller, of moon’s blood and ocean’s hunger 🫍🦭

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LUCY 🏳️‍⚧️💀👑 @regalbones.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

SWORDTEMBER DAY 25: GENERATION sSwoSworRRdD, of glitching steel and broken reality 🚫🗡️

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Zennydeer @zennydeer.bsky.social · 17/09/2026

Day 17 Bramble Careful those thorns are more than just sharp they might never let you go #swordtember #rbswordtember #b3d

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dollpaws ❆⚢ @snowfall.gay · 17/09/2026

Swordtember Day 17! 17 - Bramble Ness has come a long way. (Prompt list in comments) #rbswordtember

Journal of Record - Entry NS-335-239

A lot has changed since I last made entries to the journal of record, and this will be the first of my official entries. Artemis has requested that I begin making these entries regularly, and has insisted that I speak freely when doing so.

Since last I wrote here, I have made my studies of the arcane a priority, my diligence in which seemed to catch Artemis's attention. I have found the traditional forms of weaving to be somewhat vexing to me, though I have discovered I have an apparent natural aptitude toward magics that allows for some flexibility in my methodology. Artemis strongly discouraged shortcuts, but admitted that he couldn't argue with results once he saw the progress I made upon deviating from traditional written techniques. I believe it has also spurred some curiosity in him, and may have influenced his decision to take me on as his apprentice several cycles back.

Taking this as a vote of confidence, I focused my efforts mainly into the abjurative magics I found the easiest of affinity with, and worked closely with Artemis to formalise my approach. As such, we have now defined an entirely new school of thought on the subject of weaving, and while Artemis belongs to the group of traditional weavers known as ætherweavers, I apparently find myself as the first "Covenant Weaver" our people have produced. To note, this differs from traditional weaving (ætherweavers and lyreweavers primarily) in the key points of not needing the traditional external energy source to power my magics. Artemis requires specific ingredients on hand to cast his various charms and spells, much as a lyreweaver requires an audience whose attention and admiration they channel through their performance to be able to cast those same magics. I, however, seem to be able to produce my magics purely through dedication and strength of will.

Following Artemis's suggestion, I formed a sort of pact with myself that I would dedicate my magics toward protecting those I cared about. This “covenant" as he referred to it served, as he suspected, to increase the power and refinement of the magics I was capable of performing, as though the fact that I had dedicated myself to something that mattered to me so deeply was sufficient to grant me access to a deeper connection to the cosmos. As such, I have chosen the title of “Covenant Guardian" at the Order, as I felt a distinction as to what purpose my magic and I served was necessary. Artemis almost immediately requested that I take up a formal role as his personal protector, a purpose I was more than happy to fulfil.

It was with this magic I protected myself and my charge today.

In light of the usual expansion of the polar mists during this season, and the fact that we now have more of a presence in the anteheliocal hemisphere while the research station on Espial Rock is being established, Artemis has been encouraging more research expeditions toward the swamps at the pole. Our most recent experiments with my abjurative charms have finally allowed us to treat our materials such that they do not decompose as they are exposed to the mists, and as a result we are now able to venture in for short periods without succumbing to their effects.

An article we brought out early this morning appeared at first glance to be a discarded sword, one that Artemis was keen to analyse, given that most handcrafted equipment would've degraded beyond recognition given sufficient time in the mists. However, upon grasping the handle and pulling the weapon free of the stump in which it was embedded, the blade split into a writhing mass of thorned vines. They moved as if with a mind of their own, and the hooked barbs along their length tore rapidly through my armguard, and embedded themselves deep into the flesh of my forearm. The pain was immediate, and the others came running at the sound of my screams, but couldn't help me for fear of the brambles spreading.

Artemis, bless his soul, was the only one foolhardy enough to try to help. He saw the strange plant climbing further up my arm, and tried to intervene before the vines reached my neck. He tried to cast some kind of blighting charm on the plant, but all it seemed do was draw its attention, as though he had somehow invoked its ire. As two of the brambles ripped themselves from my flesh and lashed in his direction, something inside of me triggered. The thought of letting my mentor come to harm overcame the fear and the pain, and a translucent bubble appeared around the abomination, severing the tips of the attacking vines as if it were made of searing hot flame. It seems I still have much to learn about this new form of magic, but it was by no means an unwelcome surprise.

With some concentration, I was able to manipulate the bubble's shape, which allowed me to immolate the thorns inside my arm and suspend the rest of the sword and its vines until we could transfer it to one of our more stable containment vessels. It appears that while the magic itself had no effect on my body, the heat produced by the burning thorns cauterised my wounds, and so I will bear the marks of this encounter as a reminder. Saves me gold on a forearm tattoo, I suppose.

'til next time.

Ness Shepherd
Sworn Covenant Guardian of the August Order
Chosen Companion to Artemis Kaumera
29th Light of the Season of Shadow, Cycle 335

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Fungus Thungus @fungusthungus.bsky.social · 17/09/2026

Day 17 of #rbswordtember (Bramble) Here’s the symbol of an organization in my world, House of the Black-Thorned Rose #Artofthungus #B&Wart

A simple straight sword downturned. It is supposed to be a silvered sword. It has a rose vine wrapped around it

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Acise @aciseartx.bsky.social · 17/09/2026

Swordtember ⚔️ Day 17: Bramble A weapon so pretty, you forget it bears thorns 🌹 #swordtember #rbswordtember #art #illustration #weapondesign #propdesign #sword

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TMulieris (🔞 & SFW Art) @agallball.bsky.social · 17/09/2026

#Swordtember: Day 17 - Bramble. It has gotten to the point where I'm drawing OCs bcs I have no idea what to do. Og: x.com/i/status/209... #rbswordtember

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Acise @aciseartx.bsky.social · 16/09/2026

Swordtember ⚔️ Day 16: Leviathan Finished! I locked the hell in and am very happy with this piece >:)) #swordtember #rbswordtember #art #illustration #weapondesign #propdesign

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ErrantArts @errantarts.bsky.social · 16/09/2026

Swordtember Day 16 - Leviathan: Leviathan Cultist Cutlass. A spectral cutlass often found in the possession of high-ranking cultists tasked with protecting the domain of the dreaded leviathan. #rbswordtember

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Cat of Many Faces @cat-of-many-faces.bsky.social · 16/09/2026

Swordtember 2026: 16-Leviathan These harpoons (referred to as 'Blades') serve as projectiles, melee weapons, AND tools. #art #my_art #swordtember_2026 #Swordtember #rbswordtember

A long sharp harpoon/sword/polearm. It is sharp on one side, while the other has a series of hooks coming off it until mid blade. These hooks are sharp on the outer curve and unsharp on the inner curve to help them dig deep into a target and be very hard to remove.

At the base the blade flares out to become a guard. the unsharp side has a ring piercing it for rope to attach.

The haft is about 4 hands long and made of wood with metal bands. It has a cylindrical buttcap to aid in firing it from a cannon as well as provide a small amount of counter ballance.

The background is a light blue coral pattern on a background of concentric deep blue arcs coming up from the bottom.

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Fungus Thungus @fungusthungus.bsky.social · 16/09/2026

Day 16 of #rbswordtember (Leviathan) Another one I’m doing two designs for. The Drowning Knell (story in the alt text for that one) and The Barbarian Blade from Monster Hunter. #Artofthungus #WeaponArt #MHart #B&Wart

A blade that seems to be made of an eel spine, the pommel has the eel mouth and an eel eye at the center. The hand guards look like a mix of fins and gills. The handle is covered in fish scale. The weapon has water wrapped around it and floating eyes.
Now here’s the story bit:
In an eon past, the giants were in a decade long war. So they dredged up a great nameless beast and fashioned its bones into a blade. But the thing from the darkest waters was not content to just let lie. At first it thrashed and wailed inside the mind, but then it became more pointed and focused. It would do what it had done in life, drag its prey down into the depths. Some say the dreaded weapon still exists and to fear the call of the Drowning Knell

The Barbarian Blade. A katana (Long Sword) made from Lagiacrus and large fish parts. The blade is reminiscent of waves

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Acise @aciseartx.bsky.social · 16/09/2026

Swordtember ⚔️ Day 16: Leviathan Unfinished!! Expect to see this sword again soon! I know, fumbling the bag, but I was having so much fun doing the line for this sword that I've allowed myself more time to finish and #swordtember #rbswordtember #art #illustration #sword #artprogress

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dollpaws ❆⚢ @snowfall.gay · 16/09/2026

Day 16 of Swordtember! 16 - Leviathan The Season of Starfall lives up to its name. #rbswordtember

Journal of Record - Article 335-0067.

It appears I will be making arrangements for that research station on Espial Rock after all. It has been several cycles since we opted for the less intensive stabilisation repairs on the lighthouse there, and it had proven successful as of two days ago. Alas, the Season of Starfall brings surprises, as it always does, and in a rare instance of a falling star striking land rather than the ocean, one has wiped out the upper third of the lighthouse and buried itself in the rocks below.

Thankfully, the strike occurred before nightfall, and the current lighthouse keeper was in the adjacent building, sleeping. Had it been past nightfall, it would most certainly have killed them. However, it leaves a significant issue regarding the safety of any vessels wishing to cross the Boiling Sea. For the time being, we have issued a notice advising a considerably wide berth around the islands here. It will cause disruptions to the fisheries delivering food to the various settlements, but it is not worth risking the safety of those vessels for. The Order can arrange for additional provision deliveries in the event of any shortages.

$Inspecting the impact site, it is apparent the entire building will need to be rebuilt. The tower itself has sustained massive damage, the upper third completely obliterated- including most notably the lamp and lens- and the rest of the structure has been torn through by a cobweb of cracks and fractures which have rendered it entirely uninhabitable. The falling star did not appear to be at all dissuaded in its momentum by the tower, and has buried itself thoroughly in the stone bed that the island sits upon. I have been referring to it as a falling star despite the obvious taxonomical failings of the term, but for all intent and purpose it may as well be a fallen star, given that sparing the eight moons maintaining their silent patrol between the two ever-present suns, we do appear to be entirely alone in this part of the cosmos- the night sky is a void of tar and pitch, such that the stars do appear to have fallen from sight. The hole it has left is far too wide and jagged to descend safely, however, in something of a stroke of luck, the star breached an existing cave system in the rock bed- one reasonably accessible from the beach on the western flank of the lighthouse's outcropping. Having made a brief expedition down there, I can finally get to the actual meat of this entry- the article in question. It is a fossil, of exceptional detail and level of preservation, which appears to have been exposed as the falling star tore through the rock. The star itself appears to travel still further down into the rock bed, and I may insist a return and attempted retrieval of it once we have the research station fully established.$

The creature to which the fossil in question belongs to is difficult to identify, but it appears to be the remains of something truly colossal. It is a single scale, seemingly of something draconic in nature, rather than the piscine source one might have assumed given its location. The single scale is maybe sixteen and eleven inches at its longest and widest points respectively, and appears to have been somewhere in the region of two inches thick. The creature this belonged to must have been nigh invulnerable, as a lattice of these scales would surely repel even the most refined spearpoints. The rock the fossil pulled away from has preserved the pattern of the scale, a rippled effect that seems to have retained an iridescent colour gradient, which implies the presence of some trace crystalline elements in the scale prior to its fossilisation.

The blood runs cold at the image of a creature of this magnitude, one clad in resplendent pearlescent armour that might once have swum in the depths that end not twenty yards away, back at the cave's entrance. Though at this size, it may not have swam the depths so much as it would simply have filled them. It is difficult to imagine an ocean vast enough to accommodate such a titanic animal. One would hope that, were we to share a planet with such an entity, it would have made its presence readily known by now.

It's strange, but it seems warm to the touch. Resting my palm on its surface and observing the way the surface almost undulates against the skin feels... right.

Ex Arcana Scientia.

Artemis Kaumera
Head of Arcane Research for the August Order
45th Light of the Season of Starfall, Cycle 335.

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TMulieris (🔞 & SFW Art) @agallball.bsky.social · 16/09/2026

#Swordtember: Day 15 - Lost. I didn't know what to do with this theme. #rbswordtember

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TMulieris (🔞 & SFW Art) @agallball.bsky.social · 16/09/2026

#Swordtember: Day 14 - Werewolf. The Power Of A Magus And A Silver Blade. #rbswordtember

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Cat of Many Faces @cat-of-many-faces.bsky.social · 15/09/2026

Swordtember 2026: 15-Lost Barring any additional fragments from dig site 2, I feel this reconstruction is finished. #art #my_art #swordtember_2026 #Swordtember #rbswordtember

An ancient sword broken into many fragments all arrayed on a white towel on a wooden table.

The blade is extremely wide, but hollowed out to being just thin angular edges. the blade is made of a green rough material, maybe metal or stone. The handle is deeply pitted wood.

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Fungus Thungus @fungusthungus.bsky.social · 15/09/2026

Day 15 of #rbswordtember (Lost) A mysterious katana stuck in crystal (Story in the alt text) #Artofthungus #WeaponArt #B&Wart

“As we continued our expedition into the caverns of this land, we stumbled upon a clearing in the Rising Tooth Cave, known for its magnificent yet strangely shaped quartz deposits. In this clearing stood hundreds of downturned swords of similar make. Yet half of the blades of the weapons was encased in crystal. Another curiosity was that the leather while frayed hadn’t been rotted. But we figured that one way or another these were memorials, either by the other troops or the defending force striking their foes down with great stone arcana”

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ErrantArts @errantarts.bsky.social · 15/09/2026

Swordtember Day 15 - Lost: The Pinnacle. Think today's work is one of my best designs. I just left it over here... at least I thought I did. #rbswordtember

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Acise @aciseartx.bsky.social · 15/09/2026

Swordtember ⚔️ Day 15: Lost Lost are we and so is the sword. Hard prompt and all I could think of was having no sword, well, because it's lost! Being lost at sea on an island is also a classic so why not #swordtember #rbswordtember #art #illustration #artchallenge2026

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dollpaws ❆⚢ @snowfall.gay · 15/09/2026

Day 15 of Swordtember! 15 - Lost Artemis takes some alone time. #rbswordtember

Journal of Record - Entry 330-367.

I find myself sat on the shore of the Silent Lake. The trees fall away here, opening onto to the forest's best kept secret. The Ark came down so close to here, yet the trees do not remember. Most of us here do not remember. The lake is aptly named, existence seems to fall away when one walks within the clearing's perimeter. The forest forms an unbroken boundary, a seal for the noise of the outside world. I ventured in at first looking for the farm's so called “werewolf", but as I cannot bring myself to dishonesty at this juncture, I admit to becoming disinterested not long after entering the treeline. I desired solitude for a time, and so came here, watching the night fall and then be broken again by the first soft fingers of sunlight caress the treetops around me.

A bird that looks so like a kingfisher is flitting across the surface of the water, pre-empting the dawn, hunting one of the many small silvery fish that permeate the lake's depths. Curious that this planet's biology so closely mirrors home, that we so readily fall back on taxonomy from a world that is entirely lost to us. Try as I might to not think so long on the matter, I falter. What are we doing here? Cut off from the cosmos as thoroughly as the treeline does this lake, isolated and suffocatingly quiet. We have lost everything, and yet we continue on, almost to pretend as if this world is still ours. We are but visitors to this place and might as well have passed to the Beyond when we left Raonia behind. My only proof remaining that I do not yet breathe the air of the chthonic veil is that my family does not sit beside me.

$Our customs, our communities- I remember them while I can and do my utmost to preserve that memory; but our magic, void take me- even our deities- I mourn them. I grieve in their absence. The younger among us make new tradition, we build community around what we have not lost, certainly- but we struggle in vain to regain a fraction of the power we once had, the bonds we formed to the wider cosmos severed with such miserable and sonorous finality. The chordalists tell us we have found new bonds here, to new patrons willing to bestow their gifts, but why are they so quiet, and so few in number? They once had names for the caretakers of every aspect of existence, and now I am told they speak to fewer than ten. Where is Laserie, where is Ryne, where are Imperi, Kaust, Aldir, Salysus, Osses, Vyr, Tai, Nyth, Uara, Ytdes and Yvtres, Fyke, Hytra, Elos, Ittos, Ozris, Akaen, Gilan, Axtia, Idall, Totsyn, Aesis, Sephrim, Usin, Rorlan, Qhedais... even more I cannot remember, do any of us remember them now? Where are they? Does my home yet exist past that invisible boundary, or is it forever lost to me? Am I doomed to wander the void as a disoriented child wanders the forest? Our concords once bent the world to their whim, raising the dead, empowering the weak, building cathedrals that threatened to pierce the sky in reverence of the ones they believed gave them their magics. If one were to believe them, the heavens were filled with those empyrean gift givers, those stewards of the natural world and all its workings. Here, the chordalists lead small congregations in like-minded community, building their chapels and temples by hand to perform feats barely outside the reach of our understanding of medicine based in scientific rigour, and the chiralists long since disappeared into the wilds in search of a single seed of power in barren fields that stretch beyond the horizon.$

I see Tohi reflected in the water, pulling away from that unnatural apoapsis still, with Wæra close on its heels ready for its season in the spotlight. The lake should lose its purpose as a mirror to the cosmos as the day breaks, and yet, I still see with perfect clarity the movement of the heavens, the surface of the water of the Cosmic Lake sitting untouched by the yellow sun's light, somewhere beyond my eyes.

Eight moons, eight veils, eight empyreans, bound in stasis here where no other will see them.

I close my eyes, and somewhere in the forest, I see two people. Two young women. They disturb the snow and mark the ground in the shape of a beast. One raises a cylinder carved from wood to her mouth, and issues a cry that stills the woods around them, carrying over the treetops and startling the farmhands from their slumber. They pack up their gear, and head west, leaving their home behind. I see no value in betraying their secret. Their flight can stay confined to records of whose pages few souls will ever peruse.

Ex Arcana Scientia.

Artemis Kaumera
Head of Arcane Research for the August Order
17th Light of the Season of Snow, Cycle 330.

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"REGAL BONES SWORDTEMBER 2026
1: Fanart
2: Gamble
3: Primal
4: Flock
5: Decay
6: Noir
7: Wings
8: Oblivion
9: Fractal
10: Fae
11: Hunger
12: Inversion
13: Flesh
14: Werewolf
15: Lost
16: Leviathan
17: Bramble
18: Tempest
19: Atom
20: Junk
21: Cocoon
22: Crystalline
23: Fool
24: Sticky
25: Generation
26: Moon
27: Grave
28: Mystery
29 + 30: Deadly + Sins
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Cat of Many Faces @cat-of-many-faces.bsky.social · 14/09/2026

Swordtember 2026: 14-Werewolf Fangs of the Bloody Moon: This pair of cursed short swords bestow lycanthropy on those wounded by them. #art #my_art #swordtember_2026 #Swordtember #rbswordtember

A pair of short swords.

The blades end in a set of five curved red stained fangs and at the base they have a raised bit of spine with a diamond cutout resembling an eye.

The dark crosspiece is stylized to resemble a canine ear on one side, before sweeping down in a short knuckle guard.

The grip is wood that flares out at the pommel capped in the same dark metal of the crosspiece.

The background is a white disk with blue edges radiating strange sharp ephemeral shapes. The color is tinged reddish pink from the top of the image.

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Acise @aciseartx.bsky.social · 13/09/2026

Swordtember ⚔️ Day 13: Flesh One with the weapon as it is one with me #swordtember #rbswordtember #illustration #art #propdesign

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dollpaws ❆⚢ @snowfall.gay · 13/09/2026

Day 13 of Swordtember! 13 - Flesh Definitely fine. (TW for some injury descriptions) #rbswordtember

Journal of Record - Entry 330-289.

My attendant weaver Miss Shepherd informs me she has filed a small update for each of the days I have been incapacitated. Whilst I worry about the integrity of this journal, and do at times take issue with the rather informal tone of her professional writing, I concede I am appreciative of her intent and will allow those entries to stand. Her work is excellent in spite of her tendency for overfamiliarity, and I will ensure she is afforded a place on the survey team she correctly predicted we'll need to send to Espial Rock next season. I intend to accompany them, as the seismic readings coming from there have indeed piqued my interest; as Miss Shepherd was so astute in pointing out.

As for my absence, our Head of Medicine and my erstwhile mentor Chalia Faren informs me that she found me wandering the halls outside my office in a dazed state, my face and hands covered in a black fluid. I cannot claim to remember the events of that evening, but judging from the state of my laboratory floor and the discarded clothes I found upon my return, it seems an experiment I was working on caused one of my sample vials to burst in my face. I must confess, I seem to have finally reached an inflection point in my archival and can no longer remember every article I have stored. When I have a free moment I will search the records, the void black ichorous substance it appeared to contain cannot be particularly complex to identify among the samples.

Chalia has kindly advised me against any strenuous activities for the present moment, as she has been unable to determine whether my condition at second light was one of shock or one of pressure trauma to my skull. Our grasp of healing magics has improved, certainly, but is still apparently insufficient to dispel the ongoing risk of a concussive injury.

What I am struggling to explain, however, is the injuries I sustained beneath my clothing; something I have not shared with Chalia. I inspected my discarded clothes for corresponding damage, but found none. There are lacerations across my entire torso, which would be consistent with a glass vial being shattered under high pressure, if it were not for the fact they also cover my back. Looking at my legs, I am finding it hard to reconcile the evidence of my flesh with my earlier hypothesis. These lacerations are much less neat, not indicative of glass wounds at all. These are large, wavering as I trace their length along my thighs, and the skin at the wound is jagged and torn. It is almost as if a beast were to have put its claws to me, but had then been deliberate in drawing out the action of carving the wounds into my flesh for as long as possible.

While it may be accurate to state I have not taken particular interest in keeping myself well manicured in recent cycles, it is becoming difficult to ignore the fact that my fingernails have been shredded down to the cuticle.

Ex Arcana Scientia.

Artemis Kaumera
Head of Arcane Research for the August Order
9th Light of the Season of Magma, Cycle 330.

P.S. I am realising that as Miss Shepherd has so rightly pointed out, I have not defined record numbers corresponding to a date or just a sequential order. As I have to this point always produced one record entry per day, I had never considered it an issue. I believe in light of her choosing to define her entries by date order, that is what I shall do, today being the two hundredth and eighty-ninth light of our three hundred and thirtieth lunar cycle.

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TMulieris (🔞 & SFW Art) @agallball.bsky.social · 13/09/2026

#Swordtember: Day 11 - Hunger. Siege of Suiyang - Zhang Xun cleans his sword after killing his favorite concubine to feed the soldiers. #rbswordtember

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low poly walnuts @willy3d.bsky.social · 13/09/2026

#swordtember #rbswordtember swordtember day 12 Inversion I inverted making a sword by destroying a sword

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ErrantArts @errantarts.bsky.social · 12/09/2026

Swordtember Day 12 - Inversion: Vampire's Vigour. The blade of a Vampire knight, re-engineered to drain the life essence of a foe and produce a potent healing tonic. The Court of Blood think it a perversion of their craft; the Harmacists of this world however. #rbswordtember

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dollpaws ❆⚢ @snowfall.gay · 12/09/2026

Day 12 of Swordtember! 12 - Inversion Someone fills in for Artemis in his absence. #rbswordtember

Journal of Record - Entry 330-284.

I noticed that Artemis hasn't submitted a record entry to the archive since last light of the Season of Shadow, which I'm told is because he's been ill! It seemed a shame to let his records fall behind, he's not missed a day for over six cycles. That's what, over 3500 entries now?

Not much has happened since the eclipse, we haven't had any new articles because we're still waiting for two different research expeditions to get back. I know Artemis has been really interested to get his hands on anything new coming out of the anteheliocal hemisphere, he always seems to take his time to enjoy cataloguing an article when it comes from around the Boiling Sea or the Mists especially. Or maybe they're just harder to catalogue, I don't know!

Personally, I'm much more interested to see anything that comes from Raonia. Artemis always seems a little moody whenever something from the old world shows up, I guess it's hard for him knowing he can't ever go back there. I can't help but be fascinated, it's so weird knowing some of us came from another planet!

I guess I can't really relate to a lot of the stuff about the old world that bothers all the older folks, they always talk about how much they miss their magic and how much easier it made everything? I can't help feeling like they exaggerate sometimes, some of the stories they've told me just sound completely impossible. I suppose they did make a magic ship that got us here, so that must count for something, but some days I start to doubt the ship was even real either. It's really hard to imagine how some of the buildings and tools we have here ever fit together to make a ship.

Anyway, getting off topic, sorry! This season has been a pretty standard one, the heat in the heliocal hemisphere has been pleasant enough, I know there's been a little extra seismic activity off of Espial Rock in the Boiling Sea though, and I'm sure once Artemis is better it'll draw his focus there. In the meantime, I think we're sending some of the medical team down the cliffs to make sure the folk there are okay. I know they've been worried about the lighthouse there getting damaged for a few cycles now, maybe I can apply for the survey expedition I reckon they'll have to send after the next eclipse? I'd like to make at least one trip down there at some point, and it'd beat spending another season not going above ground.

Ness Shepherd
Weaver in Attendance, Arcane Research for the August Order
4th Light of the Season of Magma, Cycle 330.

P.S. I hope you don't mind me filling in for you Artemis, I just didn't want you to worry about leaving gaps!

P.P.S I'm sorry if I got the entry numbers mixed up- I wasn't sure if they were sequential or matched the date, I just went with the date because I couldn't find any records from this season in your office! Sorry again, hope you feel better!

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low poly walnuts @willy3d.bsky.social · 12/09/2026

#swordtember #rbswordtember swordtember day 11 Hunger

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🌶️ Pepper @pepperedflakes.neocities.org · 12/09/2026

11) HUNGER. i knew two things from the moment i saw the trailer for the new metroid - 1. i'm gay, 2. i had to redo my concept for this prompt to pay homage to it #rbswordtember

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🌶️ Pepper @pepperedflakes.neocities.org · 12/09/2026

9) FRACTAL. this is i think currently the only scimitar i have for azura rpg #rbswordtember

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🌶️ Pepper @pepperedflakes.neocities.org · 12/09/2026

8) OBLIVION. don't pay attention to the fact that i'm posting like four of these at once i got distracted. this is the first weapon of the challenge that can be multiple different types of weapons in ARPG, which i figured would make it easy to do swords in a way that's not restrictive #rbswordtember

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Cat of Many Faces @cat-of-many-faces.bsky.social · 11/09/2026

Swordtember 2026: 11-Hunger A Thirsting Blade: This mechanical abomination is wielded by the more monstrous of vampires. #art #my_art #swordtember_2026 #Swordtember #rbswordtember

A one handed sword, wide and industrial looking. Sharp only on one side, it's blued blade has a bunch of small holes at the end near the point.

At the base of the blade lies a mechanical contraption consisting of a vial port, a retaining cage for the vial, and a large lever to pull on.

The cross piece is a simple drooping knuckle guard on the blade side and the pommel is a crescent with a pyramid inside it.

The background is a river of crimson with disturbing ripples on a featureless black.

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ErrantArts @errantarts.bsky.social · 11/09/2026

Swordtember Day 11 - Hunger: The Devourer Blade. The power bound within the ancient blade can make the lowest peasant into an unbeatable conqueror. However, for all the blood you require it to spill, the beast within desires far more to sate its hunger. #rbswordtember

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Fungus Thungus @fungusthungus.bsky.social · 11/09/2026

Day 11 of #rbswordtember (Hunger) Teeth of Khivat , a strange executioner sword with 6 large barbed spikes on each side, each strike seems to siphon something off from its prey, rumor has it that these barbs are made from metalized vampire fangs. #Artofthungus #Weaponart #B&Wart

An executioner sword with spikes on each side , the flat side of the blade has veins

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dollpaws ❆⚢ @snowfall.gay · 11/09/2026

Day 11 of Swordtember! 11 - Hunger What lies in the deep? #rbswordtember

None have disturbed the peace beneath the waters of the Lake for an aeon. In the depths where none can tread, though some may walk upon its surface, this one alone has moved the stars and held back the cosmos.

But now they come here. Their reach exceeding their grasp, they rend the heavens in search of power. The sheer, unfettered temerity of a species that has not yet come to understand its own petty insignificance. They see not the folly of their avarice, that insidious hunger which so tightly weaves doom through the tapestry of all living things.

The scales have been tipped, and this one will right them, as ordained before existence began.

They will feel the true, crushing weight of existence brought to bear. They will be shown their fatuous vacuity as eternity stretches before them. This one will bring the grief of the cosmos down upon their heads and feast on their demise. They will behold the form of one untouched by infinity and they will know despair.

They will walk into the water.

They.

Will.

Drown.

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Acise @aciseartx.bsky.social · 11/09/2026

Swordtember ⚔️ Day 11: Hunger The sword hungers for more... Tried to do a more traditional sword, metal blade, simple shape, and honestly, don't really like it fam. But that's okay! Simply gonna do better tomorrow 🥰 #swordtember #rbswordtember #propdesign #art #illustration #sword

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TMulieris (🔞 & SFW Art) @agallball.bsky.social · 11/09/2026

#Swordtember: Day 10 - Fae. Bydlo - Leszy Watches Over The Cattle. #rbswordtember

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Cat of Many Faces @cat-of-many-faces.bsky.social · 10/09/2026

Swordtember 2026: 10-Fae The standard sword given to Order agents when Fae involvement is suspected. #art #my_art #swordtember_2026 #Swordtember #rbswordtember

A long, thin blade with a hand and a half grip.

The crosspiece has sweeping quillions with a double ring guard all in silver.

Embedded in the base of the blade is a simplified silver eye (basically a diamond cutout with a ring implying an iris)

The pommel piece is an unremarkable chamfered cylinder.

The background is a writhing mass of vine-like green and white lines.

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Fungus Thungus @fungusthungus.bsky.social · 10/09/2026

Day 10 of #rbswordtember (Fae) Cutting Darner: There are many tales of mortals who faced a fey in a game of swords. But one of the most common is that of the fey dropping their weapon and the mortal trying to get a strike, only to be struck by their opponent’s sword. #Artofthungus #WeaponArt

A sword that’s more like a hand spear , it’s stylized after a dragonfly

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dollpaws ❆⚢ @snowfall.gay · 10/09/2026

Day 10 of Swordtember! 10 - Fae And now for something completely different- (prompt list in comments) #rbswordtember

High in the sky above Felicity hangs Rakau, or what we eventually came to refer to as the Wild Moon. Blanketed in forest, those of us on Felicity's surface could only see the verdant greens of dense but nondescript growth, and make guesses as to the moon's true nature. Those greens told little of the story, a gradient from pole to pole that ran from the gentle soft colours of spring growth down to a dense, almost black spot at the opposite side.

How strange to be walking on her surface. The woods are ancient here, unspoiled by any who might have raised the blade of an axe in industrial ambition. The spacious meadows on what I suppose I'd call the moon's ‘upper' side are a rich and diverse ecosystem, home to myriad species that exist only on Rakau. Rodents that build with tools, folk half a foot tall that flit amid the treetops on insectoid wings, reptilian creatures with scales of bark and iridescent petals. I made fast friends with a little dragon with butterfly wings and foxglove scales after falling rather dramatically into a small hole. It had obscured the hole with an illusory floor, presumably hoping for some small mammal to stumble in for it to make a supper of. Reacting with good-natured laughter at a creature's tricks will get you far here, it seems, especially if you mask your surprise when said creature addresses you in the common tongue.

As you venture away from those meadows, the forest gets taller and denser. I might have assumed that the burrows and small settlements that pepper the meadows would have been the most populous region of this place, but I was not prepared for the scale of those communities that made their homes in the sprawling branches of the forest. Colossal treetop buildings, entire towns, suspended a hundred feet in the air and linked by a spiderweb of rope bridges.

It is by these linked communities that I made my way further into the depths of the trees, glad for the distance from the forest floor, which was becoming increasingly tangled in root networks interwoven with mycelium colonies I had never seen the size nor vibrancy of before. The cries of predators echo between the trees at nightfall, and I can only imagine the type of beasts that prowled below me as I took each day's rest. The settlements I visited were a bustling hive of barter and trade during the day, with creatures of all sorts exchanging food, crafted sundries, stories, enchantments.

At last, I came to the final settlement before the trees became too densely packed to build between. They'd been getting steadily taller as I made my way deeper, but the ones ahead of me were truly awe-inspiring. Even as the trunks became increasingly gnarled and twisted, they still towered above those trees behind me whose trunks reached perfectly skyward. Beyond this point, less and less of the sun's light was able to make its way through the canopy, and the roots below were obscured in a tight mist that blanketed the forest floor.

I cast my standard array of obfuscation charms, and began my climb down the rope ladder that would be my last contact with settled community for the near future. The temperature dropped as I descended into the mist, droplets of it beginning to appear like little beads of ice on my skin. Arriving unseen on the forest floor, I found that those mists hung about ten feet from the ground, giving a surprisingly clear view of the way forward. The air was deathly still in this place, almost as if the mists were keeping something below sealed from the wider world. The roots grew ever thicker, carpeting the vast majority of the forest floor, growing multiple feet thick in some instances, the thinner ones covered in vicious looking thorns. The mycelium remained just as prolific, albeit leaving its vibrancy back in the lesser forests. The mushroom caps there are tall and sickly white, and seem to ooze a viscous reddish black substance from their gills.

Clambering my way carefully over the mess of roots, I made my way further in. Insect life seems abundant here, which appears to be providing ample food for the arachnid population, as I am finding myself needing to reroute more and more often to avoid the tripwires of webs suspended between the trees. Triggering one of these wires would spell my immediate end, I fear, even with my physical presence magically obscured. The wires are half an inch thick, and the volume of the odd clicking I hear from the shadows would suggest the creatures that made them are significantly larger than me. Other than the odd rodent darting under the roots, I see little evidence of mammalian life, nor do I hear birds overhead.

I can also see several coloured lights, which each hang a few feet off the ground, glowing tantalisingly; conveniently past a tree trunk that is especially mired in shadow. There are multiple in eyesight, all glowing different colours. This would indicate several individual ambush hunters with at least some magical ability. The dead can return from the Chthonic Veil before I follow a wisp in the forest.

I believe I will not be able to penetrate much deeper from here, as the forest grows so thick and gnarled that I am beginning to lose my bearings. The trees I have been mentally marking as waypoints do not appear to be the same shape when I look back at them, and the creaks and crashes I can hear are clearly only low in volume as a result of their distance. The thought occurs that these trees may be capable of movement, and if that is truly the case, I may already be more lost than I realise. I think I should head back.

Last entry, recovered leather-bound journal, signed only as “Elera".
Cycle 649, New Era, estimate 30 cycles since last entry.

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Acise @aciseartx.bsky.social · 10/09/2026

Swordtember ⚔️ Day 10: Fae Infused with magic, the only weapon able to stand up against the deadly tricksters #swordtember #rbswordtember #art #conceptart #weapondesign

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