Dearest denizens of Illyriad,
It has been far too long since last our lands were graced with a proper parchment. The taverns still hum with secrets, the barracks still whisper of betrayal, and yet… not a single soul has dared to write it down. Until now.
I am The Whispering Scribe, and I bring you IllyQuill—a chronicle of conquest, conspiracy, and courtship, penned not by a warrior, nor a king, but by an observer who sees much and says more.
Why now, you ask? Because silence has settled across Illyria like an uneasy truce, and I daresay it has bored us all to death. Alliances hold hands under the table while sharpening knives behind backs. Ancient enemies “share resources.” And cities vanish overnight with no explanation offered—only winks exchanged. Scandalous!
But fret not. This humble scribe returns to lift the veil and stir the ink pot. You may deny the truth, dear reader, but you cannot unread it.
So pour a drink, polish your spyglass, and prepare yourself: for what is seen in Illyriad shall now be written… and what is written may not be forgotten.
Yours in whispers,
The Whispering Scribe
- Quill Bulletin II
- Vol XXIII: – Of Whispers, Winds and Watching Eyes
- Vol XXII: – Whispers & Warnings
- Vol XXI: – From Battlefields to Back-Alley Rumors
- Vol XX: – Spears, Squares, and Sudden Returns
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