However, you could be clever even without magical encryption. Nothing as fancy as the Walled Cities, who might use an old, encrypted system for top-secret communiqué the art of encoding was lost to all but perhaps Archmages of this era. High-level could eavesdrop on most sent in their area, and, because of that, the Order of Seasons used one of the many techniques to obfuscate their communications.

A Ser Ilm of the Season of Autumn, who dutifully sent the entire message in a cipher. Such as their ability to answer the question that came to the Fall’s Sentinel, Venoriat, the morning after the great victory where an unknown broke Ailendamus’ lines to best their, liberate the imprisoned, and escape on a mad dash behind Ailendamus’ front, fighting for the Dawn Concordat. What made the Order of Seasons useful were their other qualities. But all the training, considerable expense, and authority of the Order of Seasons for a few thousand elite was a hard sell. What was the purpose of an army outside of war? There was always a need for peacekeepers, monster-slayers, and lawbringers. Yet that alone just meant they were a powerful group of warriors. A semi-autonomous Order not plagued by accusations of dishonorable conduct, with four individuals who were all on par with Named Adventurers-in theory, if not always practice. They were numerous and had relics and a base that was founded on the bones of one of the half-Elven cities of old. If not in pure Skill-their ability to utilize their auras was a fearsome thing. And, to be fair, they were considered to be one of the most superlatively martial Knight Orders on the continent. One of the reasons why the Order of Seasons was one of Terandria’s most respected Orders had nothing to do with their combat ability. Trigger Warning: This chapter contains a non-graphic description of abuse in a relationship ending in death.

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