A chance to catch up on recent events and note them down, at last. And long overdue it is too.

The wall in the bronze tunnels was finally breached. There had been many skirmishes and at least one full-scale battle at or near the site where so many of us had laboured, hacking at the wall with our pickaxes, often with tendrils and darkness gathering about us. A sortie was arranged and many passed through the breach, eager to see what had been hidden from us.
I still haven't had chance to find out everything that transpired. Like others I fell during the ensuing fierce combat and was unable to fight my way back to my comrades. In an unknown area, with the attendant risk of facing unknown enemies - we'd already faced up to some terrifying opponents - it seems to me that better tactics might have been employed than the orders that were given. Still, we need to hope that those who give the orders have considered the situation beforehand and believe those orders to give the most likely chance of success. As for the rest of us, I recall one with a much better way with words than I who wrote of a day when orders of a dubious nature were issued -
'Theirs not to reason why: theirs but to do, and die'
It was, I have to admit, galling to know that the result of my efforts was to be sent to the monument, and that moment followed by several marcs of frustration and bloodshed as I attempted to make my way back to the scene of conflict. Seems now I won't see the wonders that others have, and the opportunity to witness a notable moment in the defence of the lands is lost to me forever.

Summerfaire was particularly enjoyable, with a wide variety of events and celebrations available. I attended as many as time would allow. Once again I was honoured with the opportunity to participate in the opening and closing ceremonies, and that participation leaves me with a deeper understanding of the reasons behind the festivities.
Ellyana has been resting much of the time since Summerfaire, catching up on some much-needed sleep. I've been left feeling rather flat after the end of the festivities, as usually happens. But I've slowly been getting back to work, and have spent many marcs down in the N'Rolav tombs, continuing my extended attempt to thin out the wretches that infest that dark place.

Many of us attended or gave lessons on various crafts - model-making, weaving, casting of metals and many more - and took the opportunity to make something for ourselves. The 'Sylvan Wave' is a model boat, much more sophisticated than those I made in the past. It brings together memories of the past, elements of the present, and thoughts for the future. And I'm sure that Ellyana and I will have great fun sailing the ship on its course.