Aloisius Horatio Treadwell
By my hand, writing from my meetinghouse office where paper is present and ink is plentiful.
The sixteenth day of the seventh month, 214, Myrken Wood.
Orson.
Mountain Grove.
Chalmbury.
Furt.
Wane.
Colmouth.
Westenford.
The Eastern Reach of Hibera.
Myrken Wood.
Nine separate churches devoted solely to Tubbius.
Orson: Four members. Down one after the death of the fifth of five brothers.
Mountain Grove: Ten members. Unchanged in numbers and specific members since AR 208 and disobedient to the command of their Tubbius Regalis to spread the faith and remain less isolated.
Chalmbury: Twenty members. Grown since The Council of The Round in 208, as commanded. Their membership now includes several of their moneychangers, welcomed into the fold these past years.
Furt: Fourteen members. Grown two since The Council of the Round. Still dreadfully isolated in their tower a mile from the town, but entirely supportive of their own efforts.
Wane: Eighteen, mostly comprised of Mayor Tom Kutch and his Belinda with their children, farmer and swineherd Manfred Blinney and his Lotha and their children, with a few cousins and the town blacksmith, Ned Smith. A small town, with a wonderful shrine of me in its midst!
Colmouth: Forty-six, now, grown from thirty-two since The Council met. They have sharpened the focus of the church and have taken to a strict observance of The Folds of Tubbius. They please me. Food is plentiful there, both baked goods and seafood. Colmouth will be the seat of the Church in years to come. My Harvell will lead them when he becomes Mayor there.
Westenford: Twenty-nine members: the entirety of the Westenford Parliamentary Ruling Council. When the twenty-four members of the Westenford church came here to Myken Wood in AR 207, they were quite quickly replaced at my command to Jon by the members of the Council there. They all took quite well to my teachings: gluttonous, greedy landowners looking to maintain control, all of them. Jon leads them in the Church as he does at the Plaza. Splendid!
Hibera: A little over a thousand faithful, at the moment: the entirety of the Eastern Reach. Queen Mother Marian is soon to deliver four more daughters who will fall quickly into step with the rest of the Church there, and her King Oswald will spread the faith to the Western Reach when he is ready. My strongest devotees are from these fae folk.
Myrken Wood: There are an even fifty of us here, counting me in that number. There were twenty-four from Westenford initially. Bill Jacobson, my physician, and his three sons came later, and Langley. Others have joined over the years, mostly from the poorer quarters, and the babies born to the faithful in 212 could do so in future years as they grow from infancy.
I must gather from them all again for a Second Council of the Round. We have much to discuss regarding the future of this Holy Church.