"So we were coming back from the island of Tinian," said Cinque di Sarvos.

"Is this really the time Cinque?" Asked Hoepel, pulling himself a little further up the badly listing deck. Cinque spat.

"You think there's going to be time after this, mate?"

Hoepel couldn't argue. "Fair enough. Go on then."

"So as I say we were sailing back from the island of Tinian. We'd a hold full of Jarmish spices and a nice chest of the good crystal when the Grendel caught us. Ship went down faster than you could blink. Grendel didn't bother to pull us out of the water, just left us there."

A gull landed on the splintered railing near Cinque, peering at him speculatively to see if he was ready to eat. The grizzled sailor threw his empty bottle at it, and it exploded into the sky in a burst of feathers and angry squawking.

"Didn't see the first shark for about half an hour. Thirteen foot long - you can tell by looking from the back fin to the tail. Came with the dawn, so it did. Cruising by. We pulled ourselves together - some of us from my ship, some of them from the other two. Paddling on planks and doors and the like. Shark got too near, we'd start banging and shouting and splashing and sometimes the shark would go away. Sometimes she wouldn't go away."

Hoepel was scanning the horizon for any sign of another mast - even a Grendel mast would be welcome at this time. He'd rather take his chances with the salt mines than the sea. The deck shifted, sank a little lower, wood splintering and tearing against the rocks.

"Sometimes that shark looks right at you," said Cinque. He was looking at the sea but it was clear he was seeing something else, some awful scene from thirty years before . "Looks right into your eyes. And the thing about a shark is she’s got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll’s eyes, like buttons. When she comes at you, she doesn’t even seem to be living… until she bites you, and those black eyes roll over white and then… ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screaming. The ocean turns red, and despite all your pounding and your hollering and your splashing those sharks come in and… they rip you to pieces."

Cinque stopped talking, chewing on his moustache. Hoepel poked him to make sure he wasn't dead. The older man batted his foot away and started talking again,

"You know by the end of that first dawn, we'd lost most of those that had survived going into the water. I don’t know how many sharks there were. They took six of us an hour, give or take, through that day. Just after noon, I bumped into a friend of mine, Hervis Rohansson from Hahnmark. Boson’s mate. I thought he was asleep. I reached over to wake him up. He bobbed up, down in the water. Upended. Well, he’d been bitten in half below the waist."

Hoepel was white as a sheet, mesmerised by the story, the slow cadence of Cinque's words - no slurring despite the heat of the sun and the amount of spirits he'd drunk since the boat hit the rocks.

"I hear the Conclave says there's no such thing as..." began the younger man, beginning a tired joke that nobody could really explain. His words faltered and fell to silence.

A triangular black fin was arrowing through the water toward the stricken Narwhal. Cinque must have seen it but he just kept spinning his tale.

"Around sunset, a Highborn trawler came on us desperate enough to risk the deeper waters and the Grendel. Pulled us out of the water. Sixty of us give or take survived the Grendel. Five of us survived the sharks. I swore then..."

But what he'd sworn, Hoepel didn't hear. The fin was gathering speed, sinking beneath the water as it came. Hoepel scrabbled further up the deck, wrapping his arms around one of the wooden posts, desperately scanning the rolling waves and the broken rocks for somewhere to go, some avenue of escape. The fin disappeared beneath the water.

A moment later. a massive grey head reared out of the water, all churning teeth and fist-sized eyes and absolute primal terror, and Hoepel found himself dispassionately thinking he's right- they are like buttons. It snapped towards the two stranded mariners, well out of its reach. It sank back below the water.

"It can't reach us as long as..." began Hoepel. But then it was back and this time, this time to the young mariners absolute pants-wetting terror, it pulled itself up onto the deck with two massively muscled forearms.

"Sharks don't... don't.. don't have...." whimpered Hoepel. The beast ignored him. Dragged itself further out of the water its talons tearing great gouges in the wood of the deck, its weight causing the ship to shift and sink and grind against the rocks. It angled its head so it could look at Cinque and in a voice like nails being dragged down a blackboard - if the nails were made of rusted iron and the blackboard as the size of a mainsail - it spoke.

"Man! Do you know the Archmage of Spring? ANSWER!"

Cinque looked up at it dazed, too frightened to move or speak. The shark-thing lowered its head and snarled again.


"I ... I don't know who you..." began the old mariner.

Immediately the shark-thing lunged forward, snapping teeth and bit Cinque in half. Blood geysered across the deck. It didn't even pause to eat the bottom half of him which slid down the deck trailing guts behind it.

The shark thing pulled itself further up onto the now blood-soaked deck and shrieked at Hoepel.

"Man! Do you know the...."

And Hoepel babbled madly unable to look away from those black doll's eyes "Yes! Yes! I definitely know the Archmage of Spring! We're best friends! I went to his wedding! He and me are like that! I definitely know him."

The shark thing paused, and then shrieked again.

"You will take a message, man-thing! You will take a message to the Archmage of Spring...."


  • Barien, Ephisis, Janon, Siakha, and Tharim have publicly responded to plenipotentiary messages.

Each archmage has the ability to send a plenipotentiary message to an eternal once during each summit. Following the Autumn Equinox,five eternals have delivered at least somewhat formal messages to the Empire in response to these messages. This does not mean that only five plenipotentiary messages were sent - simply that only five eternals have responded publicly.



A sailor rescued from the wreck of a merchant vessel shortly before the Winter Solstice, sole survivor of a crew of twenty-four, tells a terrifying tale of a monstrous shark-like beast and a message from the eternal Siakha. The message is for the Archmage of Spring, and it is short and to the point. Siakha will send one of her champions to speak to the Archmage in the hall of worlds. It will happen at four o'clock on Saturday. It will not be a parley. Siakha has no use for such things. They are a weakness. The Archmage should only attend if they have the spine to stand before a champion of Siakha and take the consequences.

The civil service warns that it may be quite dangerous to meet with a representative of an eternal who has explicitly turned down the opportunity to parley.



Three days after the Autumn Equinox a polite messenger from the realm of Ephisis, approaches the civil servant Marta Vaskovich Kovar. The red-skinned creature cordially accepts the offer of a formal parley from the Autumn archmage, and an emissary has been arranged to attend the Hall of Worlds at two o'clock on Saturday afternoon to discuss matters of trade with the City of Gold and Lead.

Several other individuals with an interest in trade with the Empire will also be in attendance. They will not participate in the parley - the rules about who may speak to them are too constricting - but the City of Gold and Lead anticipates that they will be safe.



On the first night of the first New Moon after the Autumn Equinox, an emissary of the eternal Janon appears in the Imperial Regio. Dressed in the manner of a Dawnish troubadour, it formally announces that the Shadowed Fire has heard the words of the Archmage of Night Elyssiathain Endsmeet and accepts formal parley with the magicians of the Empire.

According to this troubadour, the eternal will discuss the matter of boons with the archmage. It also requests that Kahendrin Wordsmith be present at the meeting, as a chosen warden of the secret flame and a trusted friend of the Lord of Torches.



A month before the Winter Solstice a herald of Barien arrives at the Hub in Anvil, and seeks out the civil servants associated with the conclave. She brings with her formal acceptance of the parley offered by the Summer Archmage. The Keeper of the Revels will attend the feast that Archmage Solomon will throw in the Hall of the Worlds at six o'clock on Saturday afternoon. He will bring with him four nobles of the Summer Realm, who will be his guests.

The Lord of the Crossroads will parley with the Summer Archmage, while those nobles of the Summer Realm who accompany him will be there on their own recognizance - but as guests of Archmage Solomon. Should any harm come to them, it will be on the head of the Archmage and the Conclave.

Further, the Archmage has offered that troubadours may be in attendance - Barien would hear music and poetry from troubadours, scops, stzena, and bards. He will reward the best with a token. He assumes the Archmage will be able to arrange the attendance of those who wish to participate.



Tharm of the Thrice-cursed Court has sent an emissary - a herald named Shackle - in response to the request for a parley from Sirus Skybreaker, Archmage of Winter. This is the third request for parley with Tharim that the Empire has made within the last year, so the Bound King assumes they understand why he is not interested in attending himself. Rather he will instruct agents of the court to engage in a formal discussion of the nature of the court with the Archmage and any others they deem appropriate guests at midnight on Saturday during the coming summit under the protection of formal parley.

Shackle mentions as well that there are likely to be "gifts" for the Conclave, but the creature provides no further details.

Day Time Eternal Realm Formal Parley
Friday 12pm Janon Night Yes
Saturday 2pm Ephisis Autumn Yes
Saturday 4pm Siakha Spring No
Saturday 6pm Barien Summer Yes (Partially)
Saturday 12pm Tharim Winter Yes