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The cloud server that hosts the main Skotos web site and the forums experienced a hardware failure on Saturday morning that unfortunately led to severe database corruption. Several attempts to restore it failed.

This led us to our backups, but the timing was a bit unfortunate. Since the failure occurred on a weekend morning, we didn't see it until after a new backup occurred, which contained the corrupted data, and which removed our previous daily backup. This forced us to our weekly backup, which was unfortunately at the end of its time: six days old.

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The cloud server that hosts the main Skotos web site and the forums experienced a hardware failure on Saturday morning that unfortunately led to severe database corruption. Several attempts to restore it failed.

This led us to our backups, but the timing was a bit unfortunate. Since the failure occurred on a weekend morning, we didn't see it until after a new backup occurred, which contained the corrupted data, and which removed our previous daily backup. This forced us to our weekly backup, which was unfortunately at the end of its time: six days old.

So, the forums are back, but we had a six-day reversion.

This should not have affects on the rest of the site, since the majority of our data is saved in our main-user-database or our games, all on remote machines.
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Forums REversion

The cloud server that hosts the main Skotos web site and the forums experienced a hardware failure on Saturday morning that unfortunately led to severe database corruption. Several attempts to restore it failed.

This led us to our backups, but the timing was a bit unfortunate. Since the failure occurred on a weekend morning, we didn't see it until after a new backup occurred, which contained the corrupted data, and which removed our previous daily backup. This forced us to our weekly backup, which was unfortunately at the end of its time: six days old.

So, the forums are back, but we had a six-day reversion.

This should not have affects on the rest of the site, since the majority of our data is saved in our main-user-database or our games, all on remote machines.
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Forums REversion

The cloud server that hosts the main Skotos web site and the forums experienced a hardware failure on Saturday morning that unfortunately led to severe database corruption. Several attempts to restore it failed.

This led us to our backups, but the timing was a bit unfortunate. Since the failure occurred on a weekend morning, we didn't see it until after a new backup occurred, which contained the corrupted data, and which removed our previous daily backup. This forced us to our weekly backup, which was unfortunately at the end of its time: six days old.

So, the forums are back, but we had a six-day reversion.

This should not have affects on the rest of the site, since the majority of our data is saved in our main-user-database or our games, all on remote machines.
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    Twenty-Second Day of the Second Moon,
    Twenty-First Year of Recent Awakenings

    In accordance with the will of Her Majesty and in upholding the duties charged to me as Chronicler of the Court, I hereby submit the account of the
    Restoration of Prince Bertram.


    The heir to the Ice Throne, Prince Bertram, was restored from a coma-like malaise, which had gripped him for over two years, through the efforts of a valiant party who entered into His Highness’ dreams. Around the twenty-seventh day of the ninth moon in the twentieth Year of these Awakenings, a party was formed of Dame Galatea, Masters Aratan and Edstave, Lady Charmiam, Lieutenant Adahn, Mistresses Blodwen, Josie and Tristana, Sera Setsuna and sers Bauh and Gareth. They brought items meaningful to the Prince to aid in His retrieval, including paintings, bundles of autumnal items and a harp and assembled in the amphitheatre.

    Mistress Blodwen revealed the plan to enter the Dreamscape, locate the Heir, and try to rebalance Him, “We have everyone here from the Rememberers, to the Sorcerers, to the Faith to His Household. Her Majesty has seen fit to bestow us with the best location to start our search.” Each person had a part to play as they would attempt to empower the Prince and encourage him to take up His role in the Keep once more. Ser Gareth was to lead the ritual for the group to enter the Dreamscape, the Sorcerers and combatants would repel anything as required, the Faith would enact the balancing rituals, and His Highness’s householders would help the Prince with recollecting His purpose. “Once we encounter the Prince, we are going to enter into a bit of a roleplay scenario, where we set the mood for him to act as Prince, be served as Prince, but also be reinforced as mattering as a person. His House is going to engage him and treat the scenario as if it was Household bell of sorts, and then the Faith is going to set up from there.”

    Autumnal coloured sashes were distributed so that everyone wore some meaningful colours. Princess Maeveen arrived and gave out black capes, which bore an Unseelie blessing. The smell of autumn and cinnamon filtered through the room and fireflies seemed to dance in gold and purple patterns of hares, does and other autumnal creatures that eventually dove into the material of the capes, thus lending their essence and support.

    Ser Gareth cautioned everyone to stay close and not wander into the Dreamscape alone. The group was ritually cleansed with invocations and smoke by Lieutenant Adahn and Lady Charmiam and blessed by Acolyte Josie. All were reminded to keep their thoughts focused on Autumn, His Highness, or on Him as the man if He was known personally. If anyone present had no memories of Him exclusively, they were encouraged to draw on thoughts of Her Majesty's love for Him.

    Leaving the Princess, the party made their way to the Royal Hunting Grounds where Sir Alrik guarded the entrance, to ensure no others entered to disturb the questers. Dame Eeva and Master Pete waited in the darkest part of the grounds, committed to the task of watching over the sleeping bodies while they were in the Dream realm. Dame Eeva used her ward to assume the form of Dame Azure, to deal with anyone who might slip past Sir Alrik.

    Ser Gareth explained that whatever harm befell people in the Dreamscape, any wounds sustained or deaths, would affect them in both planes. Confirming their willingness to proceed despite the dangers, everyone inhaled the incense from the Rememberer’s bowl, falling into slumber and waking in a Dream of the darkest part of the Royal Hunting Grounds, where Her Majesty had directed would be the best place to enter His Highness' dream.

    The forest was markedly hazy and dreamlike, and as the party set out to explore, they heard giggling and proceeded cautiously. Tales of will-o-the-wisps were brought to mind, and that His Highness’s dreams painting the Realm they were visiting. West is traditionally aligned with Autumn but that way was blocked and so the party headed south. They came upon an aged stone pedestal jutting up out of the ground. Long autumnal vines grew up from the forest floor and wrapped around most of the masonry, and on the face it bore a triflame-shaped indentation that looked like three small wisps of flame merging together to make a larger one. The passage to the east was blocked by a barrier of light which Mistress Blodwen confirmed was made from Seelie magic, likely to protect His Highness. It was assumed that the three small wisps on the pedestal should be filled with something to open the way.

    A small fairy flew in. She had glossy wings, bug-like black eyes, and long, curly auburn hair, with brightly-coloured leaves and vines growing over her body like clothing. She carried a small crystal, shaped like a wispy flame. The back was smoothed flat, suggesting that it paired with the pedestal. The fairy asked if the party would play a game. On being told that they were on a quest, and sought audience with His Highness, The fairy promptly said, “Ohhh no no no no. The Prince sleeps. There will be no audience now or ever,” and she disappeared in a wave of golden light.

    Moving on, the party came to a thicket where Sir Launfal was seated at a desk. A small boy with short wild auburn hair and dusky skin soon appeared wearing a red shirt, brown pants and black boots. Sir Launfal advised the boy that a Lord must rule with wisdom, kindness and justice, not merely doing as one wishes. The small Prince (it was obvious that this little boy was a juvenile version of His Highness) protested and conversed a little with Sir Launfal before the Lord Chamberlain noticed the party gathered, watching. The boy swiftly faded from view. Mistress Blodwen asked Sir Launfal how to get an audience with His Highness and was told that He wasn't taking visitors, as He had been sealed away to protect Him from the sickness. Sir Launfal said a great coldness had swept through the land, affecting everyone it touched, and suggested that surely the party already knew that, "Her Majesty doesn't want the Prince visited lightly so long as the sickness is about. Only those who collect the stones are permitted.” Sera Setsuna introduced herself to the Lord Chamberlain as his Scribe, and acted as if it was a normal Chambers bell. Sir Launfal allowed the party to proceed to visit the Prince and gave a small crystal gem. With a final caution to watch out for faerie rings, the Lord Chamberlain faded completely from view.

    Adventuring onwards, the party did chance across a ring of mushrooms and were careful to avoid stepping into them. Mistress Blodwen called for the fairy and when she arrived, she tried to persuade the party to go through the faerie ring to play a game. Upon refusal, the fairy fluttered away, wiggling her crystal and flying from view across the circle which the party dare not cross.

    Walking back through the grounds and trying other directions, they found crossbows and an archery target at the river. The little auburn-haired Prince appeared again, sighing. The fairy once more appeared and tried to raise the spirits of the boy by conjuring sparkles in the air that floated like streaks of light everywhere and assuring Him they would be friends forever. The boy suddenly noticed everyone and eventually responded to Lieutenant Adahn’s queries about His mood, saying He would never be a great warrior like His father. Master Aratan and the Lieutenant encouraged the young Prince and showed Him how to draw the bow back and aim at the target, the Master supporting His shoulders while the Lieutenant gave him visual and verbal instruction. Following the suggestion to imagine the target as anything he wanted, His Highness promptly replied 'Sir Bragi's butt!' The Lieutenant told the Prince His imaginary backside visual sounded good, but that it was only pretend, because you wouldn't actually shoot someone unless it was life or death. At this, the archery target turned into ... a very well-rounded pair of buttocks. The Prince took aim and managed to hit the target, cheering wildly at His success and exclaiming 'I got it! I shot Sir Bragi … !’ The group cheered for His success and happiness, and the fairy became so excited, that she dropped the gem she was carrying. Mistress Tristana retrieved the crystal and the boy and the fairy faded from view.


    Continued ...

    Mistress Tine
    Chronicler of the Court
    Squire to Sir Edstave
    Junior Equerry to Lord Dolph Li'astri

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    ... continued.

    The party travelled on until the unfortunate ser Gareth stepped too quickly into an area and fell right into another ring of mushrooms. The ground seemed to soften and threatened to swallow him. Lieutenant Adahn, Master Aratan, ser Bauh and Dame Josie formed a human chain and finally dragged ser Gareth free of the ring. The ground closed over and looked normal again. During the rescue attempt, the little fairy arrived, finding the party so hilarious she could barely contain herself. When asked her name, she responded by asking Mistress Tristana’s name. Thinking it unwise to share her True Name with an unknown fairy, Mistress Tristana said her name was “Drusila” and the fairy shared her own name, Aerwyna. Aerwyna said the forest was hers. When it was explained that the party needed the third stone to save the Prince and that He was in danger. Aerwyna reluctantly agreed to help and eventually lead the group a different way, avoiding the faerie ring.

    They came to a large oak tree with an aura of a doorway which the party was able to enter and arrived in a dim circular room, where they found the last crystal. Mistress Blodwen confirmed that there was no strange magic lingering in the room and Ser Bauh took the crystal. They could then return to the forest and insert the three crystals into the stone pedestal. The barrier dissipated and with great relief, the entire party was able to continue to the west.

    There was a clearing with a fire and a lean-to. A pair of bright blue eyes watched from the brush and the area began to grow so cold the party could see their breath. Low growls were coming from unseen places and the temperature continued to plummet. Quickening the pace, and trying different routes to avoid obstacles, a freezing mist followed the party, creeping over the ground and occasionally nipping at their heels. When the silvery-bronze archway which leads from the Royal Hunting Grounds into the Royal Garden was seen, the party was pondering what would happen they stepped through. Just then, a black ward spun into view and a tall man appeared from the swirling mists and opened the way for the party to step enter the archway.

    Surprisingly they did not find themselves in the Royal Garden but in the presence of His Highness, in His chambers. There was a blue-eyed fox present. His Highness seemed slightly annoyed at the group’s tardiness saying that bells had started hours ago. Playing along with the illusion that it was a normal audience, the group apologised and said they had been held up by a commotion in the garden. Excuses were made for the absence of trays, but Dame Josie had brought along a bottle of port, which seemed to satisfy the Prince well enough. His Highness’s hair was almost pure white and His skin had a frosted-over appearance, but otherwise physically He looked himself.

    Attempting subtly to bring the Prince to his former self, the Householders pretended it was a formal bell, and welcomed the guests. Everyone kept an eye on the fox but he remained where he was. Acolyte Dame Josie gave her paintings to Master Aratan, the Prince’s Head of House, before she began discreetly setting up candles around the room. His Highness had not seen Lady Charmiam for many years and they conversed though he seemed not to notice the fox. Dame Galatea played her lap harp and the Prince grew lethargic. Talk about pending duels stirred His interest and He began to enquire after His father, but was distracted by the Dame's playing.

    To jog His Highness' memory, Master Aratan presented Dame Josie’s gifts; a leaf that had been painted to depict a memory that Her Majesty had shared with the Dame, along with a portrait of Dame Galatea in an autumnal forest.

    Dame Josie presented her stag-shaped autumnal bundle of deep pumpkin, ruby and cinnamon tones, representative of an early autumn deciduous forest. It was made of various sizes of twigs woven together with a mix of colourful fall leaves, acorns, pinecones and a few mini gourds. A thin, pale-gold ribbon was tied around the 'neck' of the stag with the smell of spiced cider wafting forth. She recited the following poem.

    Autumn is the season of the soul,
    The magic bell of the year;
    A time to reflect on what we have,
    And the people whom we hold dear.

    The red and yellow leaves are falling,
    as if they've fallen in love with the ground;
    Each of them has a story to speak,
    Yet they flutter-drop with hardly a sound.

    The aroma of pumpkin dances on the breeze,
    Days clear and crisp under harvest skies;
    Every moment is a rare golden treasure,
    Whether we're opening or closing our eyes.

    Wild is the music of the autumnal winds,
    ringing out amongst the faded woods;
    Everything bursting with its last jaunt of beauty,
    As if the world has saved up all that it could.

    Our annual cascade of nostalgia,
    an artistic boldness that invites the eye;
    Both regally easing into a seasonal hello,
    And trailing in slow grace to another's goodbye.
    The layer of frost on His Highness’s skin dwindled, though frost grew over the window panes and the fox began to pace around the room. Dame Galatea spoke to the Prince about potential new Knights and the Order of the Petals. The fox narrowed its eyes and the candles around the room began to sputter and die out. Dame Josie presented the Harvest Scythe to His Highness. It had been retrieved from the Vault for this quest alone. She said that what was inside was His, and that it was hoped that it would help Him to leave with the party. When He gathered the weapon the Prince seemed to be remembering things and the fox began to growl. Master Aratan gave a black-pearly skymetal ring to His Highness, a ring He was wearing when he fell into slumber. The Prince donned the ring while Lieutenant Adahn presented a message from Her Majesty, contained in a painting.

    Frost began to spread from the fox, crawling over the floor, almost like vines, and the Lieutenant drew His Highness’s attention to the intruder keeping him prisoner and saying, 'Your Mother loves you and calls you to Her. She has need of You.' His Highness began to take everything in and seemed overwhelmed but the group encouraged Him to fight against the freeze, to wake up and rejoin the Castle, reclaim His Throne and Himself. The situation was explained to him in detail and His Highness noticed ser Gareth, which seemingly triggered some memories. The Prince was encouraged to sever the link between Himself and the fox, or he would be unable to leave His dreams. Eventually the Prince drew the Harvest Scythe from His baldric and told the fox to begone, as He didn't want to hurt it. The fox raised slowly, its eyes glowing, and it attempted to communicate, speaking in a strange language.

    Frost continued to spread around the room, seeping from the fox's paws and moving over the floor. His Highness’s resolve wavered but the group continued to encourage and support Him. Threatening the fox with the scythe, His Highness told it to go home, either on its own or in another fashion, but that it would be going. Dame Josie led a chant which supported the Prince’s newfound strength.

    Autumn here reigns supreme,
    the Harvest Scythe is restored;
    the Winter fox must now flee,
    as it holds no power here anymore.
    His Highness launched himself at the fox, in warning, and the fox backed up snarling. The Harvest Scythe was swung twice, purposefully missing the fox, but the Prince promised the next attack would not miss. At this, the fox dissolved into a puff of ice and frost and the malaise of His Highness was broken.

    Prince Bertram woke in His own sleeping chambers where His body had been at rest. The rest of the party woke in the Royal Hunting Grounds where the quest began. Since the rescue, His Highness attended Royal Court has resumed social activities, His audiences and his Royal duties.

    The Office of the Chronicler is indebted to Dame Josie for sharing the story of the Prince’s restoration.


    This chronicle will be subject to changes and corrections. I humbly ask all readers to please indicate to me discreetly, any falsehoods I may have mistakenly communicated. It is by means of the conservation of the Past that we continue to serve Her Majesty and give substance to those that follow.

    In service to Her Majesty Queen Vivienne, The Office of the Chronicler, and the Denizenry of Her Majesty's Realm.

    Mistress Tine
    Chronicler of the Court

    Mistress Tine
    Chronicler of the Court
    Squire to Sir Edstave
    Junior Equerry to Lord Dolph Li'astri

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