PC Submission: Pit Fights to Occur in Elmerton, for the Honor of the Incarnation of War!

On the last day of Petalsong, a great tournament will be held in Elmerton to honor and glorify the Incarnation of War. This contest of martial prowess will take the form of traditional pit fights and will be held beneath  Armego’s banner at five bells past noon. Presiding over these pit fights will be the towns’ resident Warlords – Lex Mitorae and Tiberius Grimm. And why fight you may ask? Well for the sport of it of course! For the glory of crushing all other competitors beneath your boots, and to show the Incarnation of War that we are deserving of his blessing and power in the coming times of strife. All participants can sign up with Lex or Tiberius before the competition, the earlier the better.

Like any good pit fight a material prize is often customary in addition to the glory of victory. To this end we have a potion said to be crafted from the blood of the Incarnation of War himself. This potion when drank will inspire your spirit to heroic proportions for one hour, allowing you to accomplish goals far beyond mortal limits. Merchants tell me this potion costs than twelve gold on the open market and will remain potent and strong throughout this year. Additional prizes may be awarded dependent on turnout and the vigorous showing of those involved in the fighting, to be determined at the discretion of the judges. Additional gambling will be available on the sidelines for all those interested, please inquire with the judges before the fights for further information.

Small Town of Cyrodral Under Full Quarantine

A Tohmshirian man who contracted a rare case of an undead-based disease is expected to lose his mind to this illness in just a few short moons.

Rutherford Shadowblare, 59, was traveling through the small town of Cryodral where he believes he first contracted this illness. “I saw a large cloud spread throughout the town, at first I thought it was simply dust settling from the horses running by, but now I fear it was something much worse.”

Healers at a clinic near his home in Tohmshire, about 4 miles southeast of Cyrodral, first plaguedr_inkbelieved the man had come down with a rapid case of zombie rot, according to his nephew, Gibb Andrinos.

Several days later, his condition worsening, Rutherford returned to the clinic and was
rushed to a powerful local shaman who claimed he had never seen anything quite like this before.


“The shaman said there was not anything he could do,” Gibb said, adding that his uncle is expected to turn into a mindless, undead creature in the matter of a few short moons. “Uncle has had ups and downs, but he is very strong.”

Upon investigating Cryodral itself, we have found the town has had an astonishing 96 cases of this illness since Newgreen and amazingly all of the victims are for the most part functional. They have only grown more zombie-like as time passes. As to why it has taken the town this long to reach for help outside of their borders remains to be seen.

Upon looking to interview Magistrate Caleron of this town, we were only able to locate his wife and 15 year old daughter who claim he has not been around since Bloodthaw. The two seem to have taken on this illness as well as the rest of the town.

Unfortunately, as of the 7th of Petalsong, the town of Cyrodral has been issued a full quarantine while what the local healers are now calling the “Mind-eating Plague” is either cured, or has come to pass.  The healers are working tirelessly to assist the afflicted towns members and are showing no signs of contracting the plague themselves. Rutherford Shadowblare has been moved into the town of Cyrodral in an attempt to keep the Mind-eating Plague away from the rest of Tohmshire and its neighboring kingdoms.

In the meantime, any information on the whereabouts of Magistrate Caleron is asked to be given to the Royal Guard of Tohmshire. The Guard currently has very skilled trackers in search of him, though any information will certainly help to ease the mind of the Magistrate’s wife and young daughter.

Snozza Bowrinkle

Agent of Community

Many Thanks and Apologies

People of Elmerton,

I want to offer my sincerest apologies for what transpired at the Fire Site this past Wakingday. As some of you may know, I recruited several of your newest towns members to help me correct the last two Elemental Sites once and for all. We managed to close the Earth Site and part of the Fire Site swimmingly. It turns out that some misguided hot heads opened up two Fire Sites instead of one, creating an additional imbalance.

After realizing this oversight, I spent hours researching and crafting the perfect ritual to Fayris Handseal up the second Fire Site. When I was finally ready to come back into town, I was confronted by a very angry Argwyll. She informed me that Aladar went rogue and concocted an abominable excuse for a ritual that summoned forth a terrible version of Fayris.

I rushed back to assess the damage and thankfully, due to the diligence of you Elmertonians, gathering Gloam Grubs to weave a net and dousing the ritual fire was enough to mend the site and thwart Aladar’s efforts.

In the future, I assure you that I will be much more thorough when vetting my Tzigane associates.

Many thanks again, Elemertonians. I hope to have an opportunity to work with you in the future. Stay safe and avoid that filthy Tzigane Witch, Tshurkurka.

Regards,
A. Demeter
Assistant to the Honorable First Father