The memorandums before you are meant to be written in a form of common so ancient, many aside from historians would find it nigh impossible to decipher.For your reading pleasure, they have been slightly more simplified for the sake of consumption, though they are intentionally still difficult to read. Proceed reading with caution against meta-gaming.

Branch of the Royal Nymian Marines
Scholar Operations
Floating City of Nym 0001

Memorandum for Private E.A. of XIth Brigade

6th Sun 3rd U.M. 1393 5th A.E.

Subject Matter: Recruitment

I cometh bearing valorous news. I has't been formally inducted into the Royal Marines. It hath been a tumultuous journey to putteth't in small bearings, but I kneweth mine suns as mere a marauder would payeth off. The officers has't finally recognized mine prowess in the arcane. 'Tis from hither forth that I shalt pen mine journey into officerhood, as I sayeth't now I wilt manifest't unto fruition.

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I hath't chosen to document mine venture into this occupation as 'tis mine desire to behold back upon't and see whither I did start. As well to practice penning memorandums. Expect moo of personal matters. I wast eke afford many a stationary to useth. I would be remiss see they nev'r did waste.

E.A.

Branch of the Royal Nymian Marines
Scholar Operations
Floating City of Nym 0005

Memorandum for Private E.A. of XIth Brigade

15th Sun 6th A.M. 1393 5th A.E.

Subject Matter : Training

Greetings, 't hath been some time I knoweth. I hath't actually been using mine stationaries for legitimate worketh, not yond 't accounts for many. The training as did expect is nay less grueling than yond of marauder regimens. At least nay longer am I under Drill Sergeant Halga Tolga. He lacks the appreciation of understanding wherefore Scholars art of such most wondrous importance on the battlefield and to the Marines. At each moment claims they art "better dead than alive" as if 't be true yond maketh any sense! 't is our geometries keeping thee alive thee ungrateful ass-head knave.

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Branch of the Royal Nymian Marines
Scholar Operations
Floating City of Nym 0005

I gage to the seven heavens he couldst beest dead one thousand turns and still doth dram moo than flout nonsense. I did doth not cometh back solely to complain. We did maketh a trippeth to Skalla with our superiors, not only to understandeth the layout of those who is't couldst beest enemies but to attempt amicable relations with their governing bodies. I did maketh a new friend while thither, a named maiden is Agatha. Doth she did holp tour us 'round the city. A kind mistress she wast, I did hath't invite her to Nym's finest cuisine if 't be true she finds herself in our most wondrous city. This wast a few moons ago anon, I hath't did receive notice the fair maiden wilt beest present hither this sennight. I behold fia to seeing her again.

E.A.

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"The subject displays exceptionally long tresses of sea foam with flesh to match. Eyes as dark as a brooding midday squall, the woman known only as 'Lieu'—while an enigma in nearly all ways due to her antediluvian existence—appears much like the Sea Wolves of the Northern Empty. While her strength as a Roegadyn is unquestionable, hers is a visage painfully plain; a body of war mysteriously unmarred. There are stories unbound within this spoken, unseen. Stories those of our modern era might never come to comprehend."

- Anonymous Sharlayan Researcher

"The 'Nymian' maintains a terribly dreamy sort of expression, does she not? As though the repose she inflicted on herself has permanently marked her with an eternal aura of drowsiness. She's disarming. Take that seriously."

- Anonymous Lominsan Arcanist

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