Being the Twelfth Day of Air, Descending, Seven-Hundred and Sixty-Seventh Year of Our Realm
Center of the Known World and Creation's Imperial City, Scarlet Prefecture, the Blessed Isle

A recent indexing of the Ledaal archive uncovered the same text repeated numerous times. Regardless of the apparent function of the antiquity or topic of the work it appears without alteration. Yet to my best efforts it appears to be broken nonsense, perhaps the fragment of a larger work. I have included it in the hopes that you might have more insight into its meaning.

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The letter then goes on to list possible translations as well as a catalog of the locations of the fragment. Conspirators see the following

It is apparent to me that should the question of the Heart of the Realm be raised with force we must be ready for whatever may come. To that end I have initiated a geomantic survey of the Imperial City as a disguise for an investigation into how hostilities might best be conducted in and from it. I remain committed to a bloodless transition if it is possible, but it may be that we shall be forced to emulate Her Most Highly Exalted Majesty and claim the Defense Grid while our allies hold back an endless tide of foes. It would grieve me deeply if those foes are our own blood, but we must be ready.

Yet it it not only the gaining of the Throne which we must concern ourselves with, but what we shall do with it once it is ours. Friend Ryo's infrastructure bill proved a marvelous opening for one of my most dear plans in that regard as well as furthering my investigation and study of the manse. It was my honor to attend a recent session of the Deliberative and there present a proposal for improving utilization of the geomantic resources of the Realm. I cast no aspersions on my colleges in the House of Well Flavored Aspect, but it is not generally possible to properly cap the most rarefied demesne with a suitable manse. I expect some resistance over this as many very talented architects have produced elegant and frequently beautiful methods to safely remove the excess. (Whispering Twilight, under the twin motivations of greater familiarity with the area and a certain partisan influence, much of the initial round of construction should be taking place in the Dominion. It should represent a great influx of money. I am not certain of your ability to make use of it, but the labor contracts will be fairly generous in the interests of speed. Perhaps you could arrange to guard the sites or to contract those with penal duties to contribute? I offer generalities as I do not know all the specifics of your situation.)

Now please permit me to end on a note of triumph. I recently made contact with the Jadeborn Artisan known as Fulminous Heart, an ancient and renown craftsmen who exceeds even me. We were introduced through another Artisan of my acquaintance who was instrumental in helping me with the food preservation technique. The master would not even speak to me at first, but when I, Prince of the Earth and great in fame, humbled myself and called him teacher he accepted my sincerity. It has always been our great failing as a dynasty that we forsook the Artificer's path in favor of war. While war is necessary, we have dwindled. Where is the great elemental dynamos built by Shogun Nacal that allowed even mortals to wield Daiklaves against the Beast an the Valley Beneath It? Where is our Pharos of Ancalima that drove a lance of bordermarches to the very border of chaos? We once constructed wonders and now we content ourselves in squalor. I would see an end to it!

Please forgive my tangent, I am not entirely myself lately.

In fire, faith, and blood,
Ledaal Catala Akashan

p.s. Friend Quelaana, would you be so kind as to forward any information you might have on the Dragon Kings? I have recently begun a correspondence with the Ledaal expert on the subject and she is proving rather recalcitrant. Given our own trouble with these letters you can imagine the difficulty in negotiating with someone almost literally halfway across creation by sorcerous means. I offered her everything short of a new tower at the Heptogram (and I might have dangled that as the prize for particularly good results if I felt I could offer it) but all I have received is reports on archaeological digs. It is fascinating, and I fear I shall have to learn a new language to fully appreciate it all, but it is almost deliberately not the study of their magic and artifice that I wanted.

p.p.s. I hesitate to include this, but I feel as though the trust of secrecy holds between us while my own family may not be as discrete. For all of you who have mastered sorcery, and especially cousin Aisa, there is a question I would pose to you of a personal nature. I have begun to experience a… stirring in my essence. It is as if I taste lightning with my tongue, a down going and an up coming. By now no doubt you have all heard that I was never the most healthy child, but I wonder if all my medeling might not have left me… unstable. Have you any knowledge of such an affliction?