New Magistrate Appointed

Citizens of Elmerton,

Recently I have met with a number of you in town. In receiving a brief on what has occurred since the relocation back from Marshall’s Landing, it seems to be in the best interest of the town to allow the current Magistrate, Rybin Van Holt, to step down from his office. As of the 14th of Enlightening in the year 129 of the Age of Fortune, current Acting Magistrate Griswald Ganymede is to be appointed Magistrate. He has met the requirements for the position via virtue of his current position as Assitant Magistrate and regular residency.

I understand that this transition comes with it’s own challenges and trials. Magistrate Griswald Ganymede has been briefed on what his duties are, and I ask you help him in filling the role Rybin has responsibly upheld these past years. Any concerns regarding this matter may be sent in writing for further discussion.

Baroness Lobea Lavendros

Tradegate Cured! Army of Disease Unleashed! Vondus Under Fire!

It appears the great plague of Tradegate has ended, but not without significant cost.

Spiritualists report the energy of the disease began siphoning away to two distinct locations on the 19th of Petalsong—one located on the outskirts of the major city, one within. Though no turbulence has been reported from the location on the outskirts of the city, the one located within Tradegate erupted with danger as a massive abomination of the laughing plague crushed its way from the basement of a dilapidated home on the east end.

Horns blared as the town guard and stationed members of the Irvanshirian army took up arms against the vile creature. Despite fighting valiantly, the armed forces had to retreat shortly after being summoned, overwhelmed by the manifestations of the disease and a cackling band of followers who appeared humanoid. Dozens fell to the disease’s corruption, but no townsfolk were reported deceased.

The violence ended as the abomination crushed its way through an outer wall, its back towards Tradegate as it fled. Scouts report the abomination has manifested thousands of iterations of the disease, its numbers climbing by the day—an army of disease and laughter untamed.

Irvanshirians nervous about the disease began flocking to the Crown’s gates in Point Edgar, demanding answers and reassurances, screaming for an update from the High Inqusitior and Crown. When pressed, Ambrose Glass, Herald of the Crown, House Brighthand, issued a statement about the recent activity:

“The King offers his sincerest sorrow for what has occurred in the great city of Tradegate. His thoughts are with its people and the families of those who have suffered or lost loved ones due to this devastating affliction. . .

The Crown, steadfast in its resolve to keep Irvanshire safe, has been reassured by High Inquisitor Vondus that he will personally oversee that the army of disease, and its abomination, will be dispatched as swiftly as possible without any more loss of human life. Our complete confidence rests within his abilities.”

At last note the army of disease was moving eastward on the coast. Citizens between Tradegate and Bloomingport are urged to take extreme caution and prepare for a potential plague on their doorsteps. 

In the Name of the Crown

In the wake of the quarantine of Tradegate, the Crown calls to officially recognize Lord Vega of House Vondus from the dimension of Mortuan for an incredibly sizable donation of gold, aid, and resources in support of relief efforts to the great city and, thus, Irvanshire. 

Henceforth it be known: in recognition of these deeds; and in recognition of a stalwart resolve against decay and in betterment of humankind; insofar as the rights be extended throughout the kingdom of Irvanshire, the Crown doth decree an inquisition occur with the sole focusing of warding the state against future famine, disease, and plague. 

Effective immediately, the Crown doth decree Lord Vega of House Vondus of Mortuan, with all rights do, as HIGH INQUISITOR of this task force. 

So shall it be known.

Ambrose Glass
Herald of the Crown
House Brighthand 


Thousands gathered in Tradegate for its annual New Year’s celebration. On the tail end of a panel discussion spurning the old gods hosted by the Allegiant and moderated by acting Minster Heartsong, a glorious fireworks display concluded another epic, citywide celebration. The high spirits of the crowd seemed to peak as the audience burst into laughter together.

Little paid any attention first to the giggles gurgling from the frivolity at first—all symptoms of a wonderful time. But then, the laughter increasingly felt forced. As the crowd began noticing that they couldn’t control their own laughter, people’s anxieties grew into panic as they began struggling to breathe. The local town guard was called in to bring the peace and to prevent riots and to force citizens back into their homes, taverns—or really anywhere but the streets. No casualties have yet been reported.

Initial diagnoses from local spiritualists identified that the affliction was of a laughing disease of unknown origins that was spreading like wildfire through Tradegate. Heavily contagious, the disease’s strand was not one ever faced by the spiritualists before. As all cases analyzed were still early in the disease’s incubation, the spiritualists expressed concern about what would happen as the disease progressed in the body. They are still heavily monitoring cases but expressed a lack of magical ability to cure every case of the disease in the city.

Tradegate officials cannot confirm the disease has been contained in the chaos of its onset, stating it was possible parties fled the city with the disease. In an effort to further stop the spread, by order of the king, Tradegate has been officially quarantined. To help maintain order, the Irvanshirian Army has been called to help enforce the entrances and exits of all parties in and out of Tradegate.

Irvanshirian economists are claiming that every day of Tradegate’s quarantine will amount in serious—even catastrophic—consequence to the Irvanshirian economy, with thousands of gold projected to be lost. They are still uncertain of the impact this will have, by consequence, on the rest of Irvanshire, but the outlook at this time appears grim, especially for those most in need who do business with Tradegate frequently.

Should anyone have any information about the disease, a cure, or anything to help in this crisis, they are asked to report to an Irvanshirian soldier outside of Tradegate—who will then direct you to the appropriate avenue depending on area of aid. 


Last night it was brought to our attention that there was alot of activity around the memorial we erected for our fallen Commander Brandal Mcconnel. We investigated the activity and to our horror found it smashed to bits and a necromancer raising undead all around it. Our men quickly dispatched the undead and put the necromancer under arrest. The necromancer is still in our custody and being questioned. We as a group want to make one thing abundantly clear. Any and all aggression taken against our group living or dead will be met with the full force of our might. Brandal Mcconnel was one of the finest men our group has ever produced and this desecration of his memory will not stand. Our war with the undead may end but our dedication to our victorious dead never will.

Special Agent Oscar Bellastaros
Sons of Alaric

A Collection of Like-Minded Individuals

Have you ever wondered how some people seem
to be sashaying around town with pouches full of gold while you’re trying to scrape a few copper bits together to afford a single drink? Are you willing to devote time and practice toward fattening your own coin purse? Are you an experienced professional who would love to teach others your profession or even broaden your own horizons and pick up a new one? Are you looking to organize with others to share the wisdom you’ve learned to really put Elmerton on the economic map and foster a healthy economy and prosperous future? Are you trying to figure out something to do outside of Elmerton besides clean the old dusty lint out of your belly button?

Then I, Ayre Aleksandr, invite you to meet with me and other like-minded individuals at high noon on Wakingday, the 27th of Newgreen in the year 129 AoF at the tavern in Elmerton so we can talk about the aspect of living that doesn’t (hopefully) end with you falling on your sword while intoxicated — commerce! I invite all practiced and aspiring artisans, professionals, and traders to form what I hope will be an artisan’s guild of sorts for the town of Elmerton with the goal to practice, teach, inspire, and hopefully amass a pile of golden crowns while doing it. Please come with fresh ideas, a hunger to learn, a desire to help, and a spirit for collaboration in what will certainly be the first of many meetings; and, while I anticipate this meeting will mostly be discussing administrative matters, hopefully it will light the way for all sorts of new ideas in days to come. I’ll bring some food, but please feel free to bring some yourself.

Please feel free to seek me out at the Elmerton crater or town proper if you have any questions, suggestions, or concerns.


Library Burned to the Ground! Librarians Gone Missing!!

Just two days ago the Center for the Enlightened Mind (a large private library owned by the Elroliad Cloisters) was burned to the ground leaving ash and soot where the impressively sized library once stood. Locals say that a portal opened out of nowhere and a strange-looking man stepped out of it with many various creatures in tow. They entered the library and all went quiet until  a fireball erupted through one of the windows blowing out the glass. As the fire began to rage the strange looking man stepped out of the building stood in front of it and seemed to be in a sort of trance. The creatures that came with him began to leave the building as well, entering into the still-swirling portal. After the creatures left, other figures left the building some say it was the very librarians that ran it. Why they would aid in the destruction of the very building they are sworn to protect is anyone’s guess. They too stepped into the portal. Soon the strange-looking man seemed to snap out of his trance, falling to one knee and clutching his head. He then seemed to shake it off, stood up and walked into the portal which promptly sealed behind him.

Authorities have nothing to say on the matter and will only comment that its an ongoing investigation.

Orville Pamlima

Traveling Scribe