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Theft! Arson! Kidnapping! And Assault! There has been an ample rise of crime on Magesta in the past week and it appears that many Town Watch members and a variety of militia have left their posts. So many in fact, that townspeople have coined the nickname “The Lost” for those who have left. Many rumors have been spread saying that there is a protest against the pay for these guards, but yours truly doesn’t buy it! After interviewing a handful of The Lost’s loved ones, I have been able to determine that these brave women and men have all left abruptly, are all Agents of War and all seem fixed on fighting in The Nightmare War. Many of you may think to yourselves: “Agents of War are fighting in a war, what’s the big deal?”. Well I’m glad you’ve asked! The family and friends of these Agents have all reported that many of The Lost had no intention on fighting in the Nightmare War up until a week ago, curious indeed!

Agents of War throughout Magesta be warned, you may soon find yourself to be a Lost One soon.

Be Wary,

Snozza Bowrinkle

Agent of Community

Members of Concori Magesti’s research and acquisitions arm converged on a Small manse formerly maintained by House Falstoke in Point Edgar several days ago.  when reached for comment, they would only report that they were investigating “forces and disturbances of Essence in the vicinity.”  Scouts for the MM observed mages and hired mercenaries dragging crates out of the basement of the manse, loading them into carriages, presumably to be carted to the Concori’s headquarters.  Representatives of House Falstoke could not be reached for comment.

Having had their workforce reduced by mysterious kidnapping, local farmers are nervous for their harvest.  Unless they are able to increase their output substantially, it will be a hungry winter for the greater Elmerton environs.  For the farmers, the spring was exhausting, despite the best efforts of well meaning drifters who lent a hand throughout the farms, called heroes for they did not seek rewards.  Despite their assistance, much of the arable land in the Fiddleheads lies fallow.   An early frost is all it will take to throw the region into hunger trouble.

As for the kidnappings, there is little evidence to go by.  Stories of black cloaked figures standing at the edge of towns, and then the disappearances began.  Anyone who spoke up or tried to investigate found themselves missing young farmhands – so people began to keep quiet.  Here’s a silver lining with a touch of grey:  Recently, several farmers have found their children again, but they have undergone some sort of strange transformation.  Blank stares and white hair are all that’s left of the farmer’s legacy.  They have tried to nurse the young ones back to health, but to no avail.  Dark days, indeed.  With the Allegiant busy with keeping the government afloat, and the nobles seemingly doomed to their own self destruction, who will look after the farmers and workers?  Without the smallfolk to produce, what will become of the region?