Friday, June 6th 2025 - American Fork, UT
Waxing Starlight
The Stars Had Begun To Return
But they brought questions with their light.
After long months of silence and survival, Fort Lyonhall had done the impossible: it had written its own laws. The Charter stood, ratified by guilds, townsfolk, and World Walkers alike—a living document, imperfect but real. But a law without leadership is just ink on parchment. And the question lingered in every corner of the Fort: who would carry it forward?
A Reeve was never part of the plan.
But neither was being forgotten.
When the portal opened and the World Walkers crossed over once more, they found a Fort in the middle of transformation. Three frontrunners had emerged as candidates for leadership, each with a distinct vision:
ALTON
MURDOCK
A newcomer with a steady head on his shoulders, Alton had quietly earned the trust of many residents. In a Fort weary of hierarchical command, his grounded, collaborative nature made him the voice of the people who were ready for something—and someone—new.
SYR ALARIC
GRIMWALDE
Leader of the Guardians and Lord Commander of Fort Lyonhall, Syr Alaric had stood between the Fort and its collapse during their first brutal winter. Stern but selfless, his campaign rested not on promises, but a proven record of endurance and protection.
SUTTON
OWNSBEE
A high-ranking member of the Magi, Sutton was sharp, methodical, and unshaken. She believed that a town standing atop unstable magic needed a leader who could not only navigate politics, but understand arcane danger before it struck.
But World Walkers weren’t just here to vote.
They were here to shape the race itself.
Upon arrival, the World Walkers were informed they too could run for the position of Reeve—and some didn’t hesitate.
Jerimiah, a newer World Walker visitor to the Fort, managed to secure a nomination even before the official Reeve race announcement—his name whispered in corners and carried on the hope of fresh leadership from beyond the portal.
Pigeon, one of the Circus performers with limitless passion and questionable clarity, was nominated in full seriousness—and campaigned with the conviction that a squirrel (yes, a literal squirrel) might also make an excellent Reeve.
Fletcher, another World Walker, was nominated and campaigned for by the World Walker Pit Plum - one of the Fort’s more... economically creative citizens. During New Moon, Captain Plum had failed to pass a 25% trade tariff during the Charter vote. That proposal was struck down, and in its place, the Fort now enjoyed complete free trade.
World Walker Captain Silver reads the latest edition of The Mouth of the Lyon, studying up on the Reeve candidates before casting their vote.
Otilio and Elodie taking World Walker nominations and preparing for the final vote count—carefully recording the names that would shape Fort Lyonhall’s future.
Campaigns bloomed not through speeches, but through connection—shared meals, whispered endorsements, and unexpected moments of trust.
Meanwhile, life in the Fort surged forward.
The Bards and the Circus clashed in creativity until a chaotic stage duel melted into musical harmony. The Rangers scrambled to fill the absence of York, with Clem, Maeve, and Cirra rising to leadership. The Magi pressed cautiously into the mysteries of portal magic, while helping Ley navigate the sudden arrival of a helpful stranger with a hidden tie.
The Tradesmen Guild, led by the tireless Nibs, pushed toward official recognition, gathering signatures and charming Walkers in every corner of the Fort. And the Postmasters? They carried letters, secrets, and a secret whispered only in code—written with white ink and sealed with silence.
Thyra and Alaric reunite for the first time since Alaric left Frost Crown to become a Guardian of Draile.
Nibs teaches her crochet class to a small group of World Walkers as she gathers support for an official Tradesmen Guild branch in the Fort.
A group of World Walkers read over the Mouth of the Lyon newsletter, noticing the peculiar red letters that are scattered across the page.
Forst takes a break from bell ringing duties (and cracking open letters) to watch the Bard vs Circus show.
When the hour came, the votes were cast. Tokens clinked into the ballot box. And by night’s end, Lyonhall had something it had never had before:
A voice to carry the Charter forward. A Reeve.
Alton Murdock had won the race.
The Fort is no longer just surviving.
It is building.
Becoming.
And far above, the stars are watching.
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