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The whispers are done
Written by: Magus Emeritus Shahvani Shahpur-Corey
Date: Sunday, March 1st, 2026
Addressed to: Everyone
On the Matter of Whispered Rumors:
In memory of Ysni, I write in scholarship:
In her historical account of the First Totem War, Senator Jasmyn Ibum closes with a quiet observation a"almost an afterthought, buried at the end of a chronicle of divine intervention, blood, and the ambitions of a people who simply wished to build something lasting:
"There have also been whispered rumors that the Tasur'keans might one day recreate their attempts at civilization." Senator Jasmyn Ibum wrote this as speculation. I write this as notice.
The First Totem War ended as it did a"Haern's will imposed upon a people whose crime was ambition, Severn's quiet spite leaving its mark in the spirit animals that guard those ruins to this day. The village that might have become a city was swallowed by wilderness instead. And yet Tasur'ke endured. Diminished, yes. Overrun by nature, yes. But it endured.
It was the Second Totem War that finished what the first began. Indorani and Bahkatu aggression completed what Haern's forests could not. A place long associated with the Magi a"a beacon of neutral scholarship, of knowledge held apart from faction and creed a"was left covered in lifeless sand. The Corey Clan, whose name is woven into the history of that place and those wars, fell silent not long after.
Sand can bury a great deal. It has not buried everything.
I am Magus Emeritus Shahvani Shahpur-Corey, last of the Name. I have spent considerable time in the archives, in libraries near and distant. I know what was lost, and I know what was written about what might yet come.
The rumors Senator Jasmyn Ibum recorded were not wrong. They were simply waiting.
The Corey Clan will be restored. Tasur'ke will be remembered a"not only as a ruin, but as an unfinished story. What comes next is not yet written, but it will be.
If the name Corey means something to you, or if the history of Tasur'ke calls to something in your blood or your scholarship a"find me.
The whispers are done.
Penned by my hand on Falsday, the 3rd of Celes, in the year 17 AC.
