The Ireem Chronicles

*Sits down in the café, inhaling the fragrant spices of the chai tea before her. Picking up her quill she pauses a moment in thought before dipping it in the ink and begins to write.*

Salaam good readers,
We have much to tell. So many things happening one never knows quite where to start. The beginning of the week, the middle, just a moment ago. It can be very confusing at times. We have Weddings, Lust Crazed Men, News from the Slavers, Proposals. It seems we, the Denizens of Ireem have been very busy.

Why just today I happened to be strolling through the Auction Square when I happened to discover it quite full. Brimming if truth be told. Everone stood in breathless anticipation as the Undead Tyr Threebeards took hold of the lovely Undead Jordina McGinnis’s hand, asking her to be his undead immortal bride. She of course said yes much to the applause of all.

But wait! There’s more! *stops to dip quill into the ink bowl.* The forthcoming weddings does not stop with the Romeo and Juliet of the Undead. It came to this Muse’s ears that the Grand Magi Tim has proposed to his beloved Dinky, owner of the Ireem Chronicles and newly appointed leader of the Citizens of Ireem. This will of course truly be a spectacular wedding to behold. I shall try my best to get a peek at the wedding list and snaggle myself an invite to the magical wedding of the year.

Weddings weddings weddings. Still another one! My my Ireem. Romance was in the air this week. I happened to be within earshot when a juicy tidbit fell right into my lap! Darkness Enyo of the Undead (fondly known as Darkii) has accepted the proposal of marriage from Cath the Slaver. If one was near enough to the catacombs you could hear the negotiations. Oddly enough they were arguing over the amount of times one could be intimate and not where the happy couple will reside.

Congratulations to all upcoming Brides and Grooms: Jordi & Tyr, Dinky & Tim, Darkness & Cath

*sits back to take a long sip of chai while thinking*

I received a bit of news this week. It seems the Slavers’ Captain Raiden has decided to retire. There comes a time in every Captain’s life when they must hand the torch to someone else, sit back enjoy the sound of the rolling waves, and a wench on his lap. Though no election at this time is pending, he has passed on the mantle of leadership to his right hand and General KITTY. Known through out Ireem for her tireless pursuits, wisdom, and generosity we feel sure the Slavers are left in good hands.
Captain Raiden *lifts quill in the manner of a fencing foil* we salute you and thank you for your services.


Now our final bit of news occurred last weekend… this was of lust crazed men scouring the sands in desperate need of women. They viewed all women as prey, even their own SISTERS! I was shocked I tell you. This Muse of course would never take part in such spectacle and hid herself away in a small dark space. I was able to observe as the men went bounding over the dunes chasing the women of Ireem. What makes this the more shocking is that the women were laughing at the men. They were seen whispering in corners and behind hands. Their eyes glinting with mischief and devious plotting, only a woman would understand. It had me pause and think. How could this be? How the men could be drawn up off silken pillows and sent to the sands. What could possibly induce such a thing? Then it came to me. The Sisterhood! Yes my lovely Ireem, it seems the mysterious Sisterhood has struck again. Who is behind this network, one can only fathom. This muse sits in anticipation for the next plot of the Ireem Sisterhood. Who knows… mayhap I shall even get a bit of info concerning it before it happens?

*stretches arms*

Well I think it is time for me to end our chat here. Remember keep those ears open, quills ready, and eyes wide.

The Muse