Webster in Immortalis Produces a Daily Nicolas Brief on Necessary Adjustments

My lord Nicolas,

Your daily brief, as ever compiled with precision from the night’s observations and the ledger of necessities. The adjustments required are few, but they press with their usual insistence. Dawn approaches, and with it the recalibrations that keep the machinery of your existence in alignment.

First, the perimeter reports no breaches, yet the eastern ward flickered thrice under strain from a vagrant shade, likely residue from last week’s cull. Reinforcement is advised: instruct Harlan to triple the salt lines before dusk. No casualties among the lesser staff, though Jenkins complains of blisters, a minor price for vigilance.

Your appetites register as stable, the serum holding at optimal levels. However, the residual hunger from the gala incident lingers in your left quadrant, manifesting as a faint tremor in the grip. Adjustment: increase the dosage by a quarter vial this evening, administered post-repose. Monitor for overcompensation; the last excess left you pacing the galleries until the small hours.

Relations with the coven remain taut. Lady Elowen’s envoy departed with veiled barbs about your recent abstention from the rites. She interprets it as slight, though you know it for strategy. Necessary adjustment: dispatch a token of reconciliation, perhaps the crystal phial from the vault, laced with your signature essence. It will soothe without concession.

The human adjunct, Eliza, shows signs of fraying under the glamour’s weight. Her pulse quickens erratically during proximity; dreams bleed into wakefulness. Recommendation: rotate her out for a fortnight, replace with the new intake from the docks. Her replacement awaits in the antechamber, unmarked and pliant.

Finally, the mirror in your sanctum requires replacement. The cracks propagate from the base, whispers of fracture from your last reflection. I have procured the silver-backed successor, etched to your specifications. It will be installed by noon.

All else aligns. Rest now, my lord. The adjustments ensure your dominion endures.

Your obedient servant,
Webster

Immortalis Book One August 2026