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News and Rumors
From Sanctuary Shard
News and Rumors are posted on a weekly basis by Noble House Leaders on the wiki. Other rumors generated from actions done in RPCSS is added to the in-game town crier and sent via the in-game postal system. Upcoming events can be found on the Message of the Day (.motd) in game. Further there is a #looking-for-role-play channel in our Discord Server. We encourage you to use the information provide in your role-play as this information is readily accessible to any one.
Contents
September 2019
Week 1
Valdrdómr
Though the waters have cleared and most have sailed safely to Cuiveinen, some have yet to arrive. Whispers have traveled across the hills that the ship Auldolfr, leader of Valdrdómr, was navigating has gone missing. Some have taken this news to mean that those of Fjarora, are easy prey. To make matters worse, further whispers of a shift within the house in terms of allegiance have been hard to suppress.
Scouting reports from the North have been troubling. Vicious, is too simple a word to describe some of the horrors a few hundred miles away from the peace that can be found on the coastal city of Fjarora. Something must be done, and if the last gathering hosted by those of "The Wolf's Judgement," is any indication—something drastic will likely soon occur.
Raven's Kiss
With all that has happened, Kraestret is abuzz with rumors and speculation. The constant throng of activity on the docks, much of it involving the movement of furniture, has many of the shop owners rubbing their hands with glee, while others have looked beyond their walls with nervousness. Children and curious onlookers dot the main thoroughfare leading to the castle regularly to gawk at all the strange and sundry folk bustling back and forth.
The talk shifted sharply, however, after first the most unusual messenger arrived at the palace, followed by a call to arms, only for the brave warriors to return exhausted and lacking a final victory against the bandits that overwhelmed Molvernia, though great inroads were made.
Still, day to day business must continue, and the Raven's Roost, the embassy of Raven's Kiss and Kraestret at large remains a hive of activity, including their usual bi-weekly open hours there.
Some few folk murmur of plans for some large gathering to happen at the castle; one or two even claim they heard the palace cook, Brunnhilde, claim she was told she would be cooking a dragon!
Molvernia
A scroll is carried by more then a dozen hands from the most northern border of Kraestrat. The seal is broken and badly damaged, but the emerald eagle of Molvernia is still somewhat visible. It is brought by a woman, exhausted, carrying a young child on her hip that finally arrives at the gates of the Drokkberg castle. With hollow eyes she hands the scroll to one of the guards before gratefully seeking food and a place to rest. There is no way to be sure how many have read the scroll or even the story of its journey, but the blood stains are clearly evident. The scroll reads ...
Your dearest majesty,
I am Darius Codreanu, Earl of Molvernia and a loyal banner house. Two days past my home was attacked by bandits while my soldiers were still at the harvest. My family and retainers were forced to flea north into the deep snows with few supplies. I, and most of my guard, have been injured in the retreat, we beg your assistance. Please send any able warrior to the stronghold, it must be reclaimed.
Darius Codreanu
Earl of Molvernia
The Order of the Silver Key
As ships sail from the Summer Isle laden with supplies, materials, and personnel, members of the Order have been seen stepping aboard a multitude of different livery clad ships looking to be geared out for extended stays.
Others are seen leaving the office on Summer Isles and as well as the borders of Andus on all directions of the compass.
All of them appear more geared for exploration and less for warfare.
Wardens of the Wilds
Tensions mount between Emlyn and their 'monstrous' allies of Carigsay, as mistrust festers between the two kingdoms.
Anonymous sources claim that the knights of the Black Lion have repeatedly labelled all non-human entities as enemies of the people, straining relationships between their closest allies, the Wardens of the Wilds. Likewise, murmurs have been heard among the Wardens' ranks that their efforts would be better suited protecting those who truly appreciate them.
While no official word has been released, it could be that war is brewing before the harvests can even be gathered between these two allied kingdoms!
The Sacred August Order of the Black Lion
After two long months of reforging relationships and creating new ones on Summer Isle, word of the Order's imminent return to the Capital have begun to spread. As autumn approaches it is hard not to get a sense of unease among those in Emlyn. To quell such feelings, the Order will be holding its weekly court to reaffirm its commitments to its allies and to coordinate and necessary actions moving forward. The Order's spiritual leader, Stefan Heloise, will also be returning after a year-long pilgrimage.
There have been few public proclamations from the Order's new stoic and tight-lipped Lord Reagent, Damian Reis, so most word regarding the Order has been from outside observers. Most recently, during an Order gathering, neighbors in Evervale overheard raised voices followed by a door slamming as a woman dressed in gold stormed out of the embassy.
The Imperium
Wide-scale celebrations have been documented in villages surrounding Novochebay within the Imperium, citing that the "Reclamation" has begun. These celebrations are rife with hedonism and near fanatical levels of zealotry, citing the overwhelming excitement over the "arrival of the Harbingers". Numerous deaths have been reported due to the chaotic nature of these celebrations. Drafts of able bodied men and women have been taking place at an increasing pace within the Imperium, while the establishment of infrastructure related to mass-production of armor and weapons has begun to crop up all around the eastern coast. Rumours circulate that the nomadic tribes of the northern, untamed wilderness outside of the Imperium's official borders have suffered unfathomable dismay as of late, with many of said tribes turning mad and feral with rage.
The Wild Hunt
The Wild Hunt has begun to trickle home to Raeyithia. Rumors abound about alliances made while on Summer Isle and some whisper about a wedding. Preparations for a festival to welcome all of the kingdoms and houses are underway as well as an announcement about the creation of a House Bagball Conference.
The Children of Io
Seven or eight dragons of many colors were seen entering Underhill and returning to Everdale two hours later looking travel worn and bloodied. No one in town reported any damages as they passed through.
Its rumored that the Council is still the process of restructuring as many faces are seen entering and leaving the embassy.
The embassy itself on Everdale sits empty after a tall sailing ship bearing the colors of red and yellow left port; save a single blue Goblin reported coming and going through a back window. Seen by other dock residents.
Opening Day
It is with a last summer ale, a spiced meat pie, and farewell to friends that those of Summer Isle bid "Tenna enta lúmë", to the Grey Rider's safe haven and board their ships for the mainland. They pack up their newly constructed goods, their repaired armor, their supplies and their accounts. The cargo ships are full to the brim with people, animals and everything the nobility, court lords and landed knights need for the coming season.
The autumn harvest springs thick, lush, and golden on the fields and hills of Cuiveinen. Soldiers in their villages rush to thrash and bundle, pull and store, preserve and salt. They know that they must have enough food for their families before they are required to report to the castles and strongholds of their liege lords. For war is never far from erupting in this volatile land where heroes compete for land and power on behalf of their country, king, and god.
Many will return soon, perhaps even on the next ship, but the days of sun and socializing will be lost in the drama of pending war and political machinations. To each the Grey Rider bids health and healing hands, as the lords of Cuivienen once again take up the reins, to ride again into the dark sorrow for oath and bond.
