News From Terl Ayre!

Reports have been coming in about the violence that has ravaged Terl Ayre for years.

Francine Libre, the self-styled leader of a group calling themselves the Terl Ayre slave resistance was killed in combat in the small town of Quiltshire, which was a sort of home base they where using.

Francine and her rag tag band of fighters and escaped criminals where soundly defeated by a mercenary army paid for by local nobility in the hopes that the violence against them and the local common folk would finally come to an end. One of these Nobles a man by name of Linmar O’ Rourke was quoted as saying this:

“Finally the good people of Terl Ayre have nothing to fear. Francine Libre and her band of Rogues will never again be able to hurt anyone. The long nightmare is now over and things can finally return back to normal for our country. We owe the brave men and women who fought these vicious thugs a huge debt of gratitude that coin cannot even provide. My fellow nobles and I spared no expense to ensure the defeat of this so called resistance and now all across our great land can sleep soundly.”

In the weeks following the defeat at Quiltshire it seems that the violence is finally quelled. Exports from the countryside have exploded as of late and the economy is in a giant upswing not seen since the start of the violence. Residents have noticed a sweet if not strange quiet and all seems well.

Purifinia Lightright

International Traveling Scribe.

A Report From a Traveling Merchant

It was an unseasonably warm day, a welcome change from the bleak winter, so I decided on a walk that took me to the small town of Elmerton. As I was coming upon a crossroads on the outskirts of the town, there was a large explosion and a flash of fire shot out of the ground in front of me! Startled, I hid behind a tree peeking around cautiously so I could see what was going on. What I saw next completely rattled my mind.

A strange man with a large, strange device on his back climbed out of a new, still smoking hole in the ground. He was pulling a litter behind him on which was tied a shorter, stout man’s body. He dragged the litter off to the side of the crossroads and, laying it down gently, he went back into the hole he had made. He resurfaced a few moments later with a large stone pillar on his shoulder and planted it vertically at the crossroad. He reached down and untied the other man (from the rigidity of the body, I could only assume he was dead and likely had been for days) and lifted the corpse, propping it against the pillar.

The strange man then took the thing off his back and placed it at the dead man’s feet. From my vantage point it looked like he was messing with some kind of black vines that were sticking out of a pair of red cylinders. After a few minutes, the man stood up and looked at the dead man, a deep sadness crossing his features. It was then I began to hear a faint humming sound that slowly and steadily grew louder and louder, eventually reaching a level that made me think my eardrums were going burst! It stopped for a brief second before a powerful pulse of force emanated from the pack and I saw a pillar of blinding white light shot into the skies. A secondary ring of energy pulsed out from the white light and stretched as far as I could see in all directions before disappearing completely.

In the dancing shadow impressions the dazzling light left on my eyes, I could see that the strange man was still standing there looking at the dead man, but something was different. The stone pillar had disappeared and the dead man was standing along, unsupported, holding a gleaming sword, as if he had been a statue of a knight in a tomb. The strange man spoke softly to the statue, “ Now uncle, you can watch over all this area, and protect it all forever.”

With a final glance, the strange man walked back into the hole he made, and it seemed to seal up behind him, like it was never there. After a few moments, I walked over to inspect the sword of the dead man- logic dictates that one shouldn’t leave a good sword for someone else to steal- and as I got close, I could see that the dead man was made of stone. It looked as though he had become a statue, though, oddly, his stony hair seemed to move in the breeze. Undaunted, I reached for the sword, but as I did, the statues eyes opened up, bright and clear.  At that point, my wits had had enough and I ran for it leaving sword and statue-man for the next traveler to deal with.

Grotesque “Puppet Show” Found in Riverton

alleywayA gruesome scene was found in an alleyway near the Spinster’s Sister Inn and Tavern in Riverton on the 11th day of Reapingdusk. A small stage had been erected in the darkened streetway and two bodies were discovered hanging by strings connected to their wrists, ankles, and necks as if they were puppets in a macabre show. Each of these bodies appeared to have been strangled by the ropes around their necks and had been brutally mutilated- a still-tinkling music box placed into a hole in their chests where their hearts should have been. The words “For Mother” were scrawled in black paint on the front of the stage.

One of the bodies has since been identified as Rhence Gelk, a relatively famous circus master from a Tohmshirian Circus that had visited Irvanshire recently. The other is a Septani woman with dark hair in her mid-late twenties. She has not yet been identified.

Anyone with information about these two brutal murders should contact the Town Guard in Riverton as soon as possible.

Noble Conclave Called for Windlock/Lav’Endros Dispute

Friends of House Lav’Endros,

It was two years ago this month that the Noble House of Windlock put forth the Declaration of Enmity against our House in an attempt to not only humiliate and discredit its members, but also with intent to acquire our lands and assets should the Act of Acquisition be approved. It is our understanding that at the onset of this Declaration, House Windlock was operating under the influence of a coven of Vampire Princes who have culled the bloodlines of many of Irvanshire’s Noble Houses into submission under their control. How strong this control is and how deeply it is felt within the Noble Houses is not yet determined, though it seems that House Lav’Endros and House Acciora are free from this control.

That said, though the initial Declaration of Enmity may have been influenced by these Vampire Princes, the actions of House Windlock since then against our House and the constituents under our care have been ignoble, deplorable and worth investigation.

As you may or may not know, a Conclave has been called and has been scheduled for the 4th night of Boneharvest in order to put an end to the dealings between House Lav’Endros and House Windlock. At this Conclave we will be expected, as a House, to present evidence of wrongdoing perpetrated knowingly and maliciously by house Windlock against House Lav’Endros. The Conclave will be overseen by a panel of impartial witnesses that will act as both judge and jury in the case. These are likely to be nobles knowledgeable in the Irvanshirian Noble House Code of Conduct, and possibly also an Adjudicator of The Allegiant.

There is a lot at stake in outcome of these proceedings. According to the Act of Acquisition, because House Lav’Endros is considered a minor house, if we are found to be at fault or to have misrepresented House Windlock, it could mean the end of our house entirely. It is likely that ranking nobility, primarily those at the top, would be stripped of our titles, at best, or imprisoned or executed, at worst. Our lands, assets, and all of our constituents would be absorbed into House Windlock, and those who have worked against them these long years would be punished. It is even rumored that the anger of House Windlock is so great towards Lav’Endros and particularly to the township of Elmerton, that the town itself will be disbanded and razed to the ground, its inhabitants arrested, banished, or exiled.

Alternatively, if we were to win the day with a solid display of evidence confirming Windlock’s malicious and ignoble behaviors, we would likely be promoted within Irvanshire’s Nobility to become one of the kingdom’s major houses. Additionally, we would acquire a significant portion of Windlock’s lands and assets in reparation for the damages caused to our House and its reputation. Though this would indeed be a boon to the House, it would mean that we would be stretched very thin as we attempt to provide representation for and protection to our new holdings. Should this happen, we intend to petition all of you to aid us in settling and taming our new territory.

Members of the township of Elmerton have been instrumental in gathering a solid presentation of evidence proving not only the innocence of House Lav’Endros in the crimes addressed in the Declaration of Enmity, but the wrongdoings of House Windlock as well. It is hoped that members of the town will be present during the Conclave on Gatheringday, the 4th of Boneharvest to not only present the evidence they have collected on behalf of House Lav’Endros, but to show their support for their ruling house. Observation of the proceedings will be opened to all who wish to witness them, though neither disrespect nor violence will be tolerated during this time.

Though Windlock seems confident in their claims against us and has said that they have sufficient evidence to back their accusations, we are confident that we have enough evidence to present a case that will keep House Lav’Endros and all who fall under our purview safe. We ask for your support and faith during these trying times. However things turn out, it has been an honor to have you with us since the first of your travellers accepted Lord Renwar’s Harvest Festival invitation oh so long ago, and we sincerely hope to be able to work alongside you in the future.house-lavendros

Yours Under the Tree and Wolf,

 

Baroness Lobea Lav’Endros

Lord Renwar Lav’Endros

Sir Xanthos Lav’Endros

KIDNAPPING!! ARSON!! MURDER!!

Local authorities responded to reports of a farmstead being burnt to the ground, and its inhabitants slain, a day’s walk southwest of Riverton, sources tell us.

castle burns“It was…horrible. I’ve been working with the militia for years now, and have never seen anything like it.” stated Lebben Farseer, an investigator working with local Irvanshirian Militia troop. “The entire farmhouse was burnt to the ground, and all the livestock gone, but the family…the family was slaughtered. It weren’t no bandit group or wild animal did to those bodies what these THINGS did…it almost looks as though something turn’t those poor folks inside out. I don’t know what could have possibly done it to those folks, but others in the area have been told about it, and many of them are fleein’ the area, and rightfully so!…”

The bodies of the family have been identified as Pav and Ingrid Wilmer, local cattle farmers. Unfortunately, the bodies of their two children, ages fourteen and eleven, were also discovered on the scene. Recently, the Wilmers family had also adopted a young elven boy by the name of Owen through the Fortune’s Children program, but Owen was not found with the rest of his family, and his current whereabouts are unknown. Authorities are suspecting foul play, as there had recently been rumors of suspicious activity involving a group of unrecognized children in the area.

Anyone with any information on Owen’s whereabouts or any information on who could have committed this atrocious act should contact either the authorities in Riverton, the local troop of the Irvanshirian militia, or members of the Fortune’s Children group of The Allegiant.

Portal Authority Declares 92% Portal Anchors Repaired!

Near the start of the Age of Fortune, the Portal Authority- an organization dedicated to the study, control, and use of both inter-dimensional and intra-dimensional travel on Magesta- wanted to make it easy for people (mainly of wealth and importance) to travel to and fro across the face of Magesta, and so they built portal anchors: weakened portal points reinforced through astral magic. These portal anchors, set up primarily in large and influential towns and cities, were widely used for over a hundred years with only a very few mishaps to speak of in that time. Oh, every now and again an anchor would be vandalized or overused, causing it to send someone to an unknown and unintended dimension or to simply explode, but those instances were generally few and far between and well cleaned-up.

portalHowever, just over a year ago, almost the entire Portal Anchor system throughout Magesta was systemically infiltrated and ultimately disabled. At first, Portal Authority agents thought it was the result of a combined effort of a loosely coordinated group of portal jackers  known as the Ledgerdemain to shut down the ability of the Portal Authority to move quickly throughout Magesta, however, the damage was so intensive and comprehensive that they ruled that out quickly. Now the going theory is that the damage to the system was done by a dangerous rogue Portal Jacker known only as “Fury.” Though not much could be found about this rogue jacker, suffice it to say that he knew the ins and outs of not only the Portal Authority (causing them no end of grief and trouble), but the Portal Anchor system itself.

His tampering could have destroyed over 100 years of continual building and construction of this important system, and though experts are still trying to figure out why he did not complete his work, they acknowledge that “there is enough damage to be getting along with as is without trying to figure out why he didn’t do more.” Repairs have been ongoing throughout the year and though an estimated 92% of Magesta’s Portal Anchors have been reestablished and working within an acceptable dependability range (89%), there is still plenty of intensive and extensive work to be done.

Blood Oath Sworn Against Skye

To All of Elmerton:

Greetings Elmerton, it is I, Bosephus Blackgate. I am sorry for the absence of myself, Boom and other members of my family this past moon. While Rebekkah was having her so called “ceremony” a massive force of shadows, shadow touched family members, and the few remaining true human cannibal Blackgates attacked us in massive numbers. It took hours of fighting for us to finally bring them down. In the aftermath of the attack Boom had to seal off one of our main chambers to prevent further incursions and we had many wounded who needed to be taken care of. We finally have the full story of what happened. I knew that her ambitions knew no bounds- I have known this since before my brother married her oh so many years ago. I knew she wanted to be shadow queen, as that would certainly be the nail in the coffin for me and my family. I knew that she hated us enough to try for something crazy, but I never thought she would be mad enough to try and broker a deal with a Vampire Lord to make her dreams become reality.
This tells me one thing, she is desperate. She is desperate and afraid. She knows that we can defeat her and she is backed into a corner. While that is certainly something we can use it’s also always good to remember that a cornered animal with nothing to lose is always the most dangerous. That being said I am doing something I have held back in doing for a very long time. I did it mostly in the memory of my brother as I was still trying to hold on to the foolish belief that somewhere inside her there was still a part of her that was still human, that could still feel and care. Now I know that if that part of her ever existed it is long dead. I will no longer show any mercy or hold anything back the time has come.
Rebekkah Skye Blackgate, I as the leader of my family have sworn a blood oath against you. You and the perversion of our family name will not only be defeated but erased from history. Every power I and my family have will be turned against you. Every ounce of blood that runs through our veins will be spilled if needed to ensure that you and your “kin” can never sully the Blackgate name ever again. I declare total war on you and your faction of bastard Blackgates and shadows. If our bloodline ends in this new stage of our war so be it. We will not stand by and let you try and drag our once proud clan through the evil you intend to bring on the world. I do not fear death, I have lived long enough.
Myself, Boom and the rest of the true family understand the gravity of what these words mean and are just as ready as I. If not by my sword then maybe by one of Boom’s special gifts your very life and you ambitions will be snuffed out.
May you be forever cursed.
Bosephus Blackgate

Dearly Deluded Elmerton

To the town of Elmerton,

I apologize for not coming to you and speaking to you in person after someone from your town, once again, has stomped over my dreams of becoming Shadow Queen. It appears that I am not afforded with the same luxury of waltzing into the town and speaking with you as an equal as you grant Elonde. I often wonder if I had approached you first, if you would offer me the same respect as you offer her. I’m sure she has manipulated most of you well enough for you to think that you would not. I understand that we have had our differences in the past. I try to follow on my path of becoming Queen of the Shadows and you all continue on the path to ensure that doesn’t happen for whatever reason you’ve deluded yourselves with. Some of you may be blinded by the glimpse of the future that we have shared together, some of you may think that future is one I wish to have, you would be wrong.

Elmerton, I continue to not understand why you involve yourselves in matters that don’t particularly concern you. Why do you care about what happens in the Shadow Realm? Why do you see me as unfit to bring it the peace it so desperately deserves? The realm has been suffering from a civil war for years now thanks to none other than one of your own possessed towns members. The longer it takes to find a Queen, the worse the tensions will become for the realm. I assure you that I only want what is best for the Shadow Realm and I assure you there is more to this than you can fathom. If any of you would like to speak with me or assist me on my path to becoming Queen, I implore you to reach out to me. You will be free from any harm that you fear may come to you while speaking with me.

To those I have cursed with not finding contentment until Lord Tarragon is destroyed, I do apologize. However, I wouldn’t curse you with something that I did not believe you could not handle. I have faith that you will succeed in this task and wish you luck in doing so.

Yours in Shadows,

Queen Incumbent

Rebekkah Skye

Calling All Gatherers!

Elmertonians!

 It’s me, Baxter! I bid you a fond beginning to autumn, and hope that it comes with cooler temperatures, breathtaking foliage, and delicious pumpkin spiced coffee from Aces. (Please?)

aloeAs much as I’d like to spend the entirety of this announcement endlessly gushing about the glories of pumpkin spiced coffee, alas, I have business to conduct. During the heat of the summer months, I embarked on an expedition to gather some of the rarer components located throughout Irvanshire. While on the trail of a kaleidoscope of butterflies, I was brought close to Elmerton and, to my amazement, found what appeared to be components so ancient that they hadn’t been seen in eons!

My working theory is that some sort of time-disruption, caused by the Evernight Forest, may have brought seeds, spores, and stones into the era of today, causing these primordial components to appear! In addition to this, it seems is if, when transcending time through the Evernight, small collections of what I can only guess is the essence of the Evernight, as they appear to have coalesced into small, bead-like stones of the deepest blues and purples, appear nearby them. I can only guess that, as these time disruptions occur, more of these components will be left throughout your town. However, please do not attempt to gather these components unless you have specifically learned how to Gather Components- they are fragile and I need these intact. Crushed components are not great for anything.

I’ll tell you what. IPotion-2-icon plan on being in town around noon on Fortuneday to get some pumpkin spiced coffee, and will gladly pay you 4 silver nobles for every three primordial components you give me at that time. If you wish to sell me some in an amount NOT divisible by three, I will pay you 1 noble, instead.  It is my full intention to take these mysterious substances and study them, in hopes of unlocking mysteries related to not only alchemy and toxicology, but the history of each of the components and theories on how each component manages to grant the properties it does. Anyone seeking to discuss such things should seek me out at this time as well, so we may correspond in the future.

Yours in Cheesemaking and Romping Around In the Woods,

 Baratraxar “Baxter” Humboldt

Hail the New Queen of Shadows!

shadow-queenHer Majesty, Queen Rebekkah Syke, has all but claimed the long vacant throne of Shadow Queen. For too long the Realm of Shadows has been divided and at war within itself, but now Queen Skye has united this roiling Realm and will see the beginnings of complete unification under her rule with the completion of the Mores Consorti as the 17th day of Harvestwane begins, in this the 126th year of the Age of Fortune. Since Rebellion and Revolt have lain festering in the heart of her rule, Elmerton, her Majesty has declared that the ceremony to accept a Consort and therefore confirm her crown will happen there, in full sight of both support and opposition. The actual Coronation will be held at a later time in the Shadow Realm proper, in the Queen’s Halls.