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Last night (Tuesday 12/30/14) a group from Gawad Du served a writ of arrest issued by the Crown of Shornhelm on a group of rogue mercenaries that had taken over the inn in Fell's Run. The mercenaries, perhaps predictably as there were around 50 of them as opposed to the group of 11 augmented by 2 squads of 8 of Gawad Du's House Guard, resisted arrest and in the ensuing violence all but one were killed. That unfortunate fellow was arrested by Varlaeus and taken away for questioning before being turned over to the local magistrate to face trial and justice. All valuables on the fallen mercs were gathered by the House Guard and given to Lady Morna of House Gawad Du, who in turn turned them over to Fell Run's Steward in order to repair the damages to the Inn.
Although rumors swirl that House Gawad Du may be home to vampires and werewolves no hint of any such thing was observed by the townspeople nor those hostages inside the inn who were liberated and treated by the Healers who accompanied the arresting band.
OOC: Apologies to those who call Fell's Run home and were a bit bemused by our silent (all RP was done in Group Chat) appearance. If, however, you wish to incorporate this event into your own RP, please feel free to do so!
While the mercenaries captured the inn, those who call the inn home and have for months now were away on one matter of business or another. Even the barmaids were out of town it seems. Many of them returned at approximately the same time and finding the place reasonably intact, the residents shrugged and went to check their rooms to see if any of their belongings had been disturbed. No one was missing anything important, even Siomir's fine whisky hadn't been stolen. Several shared a toast to whoever had cleaned the mercenaries out. Used to Lords and Ladies typically being what they were, the entire crew were quite pleased to learn that the loot captured from this group of inconsiderate bastards was given back to the Inn for repairs. Unfortunately one of the barmaids, a young girl by the name of Riane, was heard grumbling about the extra mopping she would now be required to do. No one took this seriously, for she is known to despise anything to do with mops. Amaelfa, the red-headed bouncer, entertained the rest by complaining loudly that it would have been nice if they'd left one of the mercenaries at the inn so she could break his knees and watch him learn how to walk again. She was placated by an additional glass of whisky.
OOC: All's well that ends well. Happy New Year, all!
The skull has been recovered. The Imperial Sixth Legion has managed to retrieve the skull rumored to be that of Emperor Reman Cyrodil from the mad Imperial mage, Lord Cassius Mallorius of that was going to auction it off to the highest bidder. Lord Cassius was not at home and is still at large but his fifteen year old daughter, Lady Elayne was. She offered the skull to the Sixth if they would leave and let her father be. The mercenaries hired by Lord Cassius had other plans. Now, Lady Elayne is in the custody of General Septimus Fortuna and the Sixth has the task of returning the skull to Sacre Tor and somehow settling the disturbed spirits. But where is Lord Cassius and what will be his fate?
"Some little group of thieves is looking for some... contractors."
"Don't know, heard from one that they planning on a heist."
"Sounds interesting, maybe they'll need a carriage driver."
"Or some good 'ol luck."
There was a fire down at the Wayrest docks a few nights back, no one seems to know what happened, but the Trevanii Shipping Company that owned the building and had ships in the harbor have left. The sign for the company no longer swings over the warehouse's door, some stragglers about the docks said that there was some shouting or an argument before the fire started. Who's to say what happened.. One of the co-owners of the shipping company was seen in Daggerfall not long after the incident.
Word about the towns has it that there is an Imperial inquisitor asking questions on the nature of lycanthropy and vampirism. He claims to be sent from the imperial city but whether he is one man or truly has a legion to back him up has yet to be seen. Most muttering seems to concern whether they are looking at ways to removes vampires and weres from the face of Nirn or if they are foolish enough to think they could conscript them en masse. Especially as their own city seems to be besieged.
As a ship docked in Northsalt earlier, a young woman exited with the crew. She looked around and then took the road southwards toward Shornhelm. When asked, the crew didn't seem to know anything about the young woman nor had any remembered her being on the passenger list. Could it be she was a stowaway? Those who saw her said she looked like a teenager, most thinking about eighteen or so, but one of the older women in the crew estimated the girl to be about fifteen or so. But, how could a child hide on a ship that's been out to sea for a week or more?
The skull of Emperor Reman Cyrodiil was returned to it's resting place by the Sixth Legion. The wards were reset over the sacred resting place. The question becomes, where is the mad mage who had stolen the skull in the first place.
Rumors have begun to surface again about another fight being organized by the ever mysterious Nito. Since the last time such rumors were making their way around the grape vine didn't seem to pan out to much of anything, or at least anything they had to deal with, the local authorities aren't taking them as seriously as they had previously.
IT'S A BOY!!!
Twenty years ago, when Lady Victoria Ridgewell went missing, she was pregnant. She was told it was a stillbirth. By some miracle, the rumors of the death of her son was greatly exaggerated. Therefore, Lord James and Lady Victoria Ridgewell announce their son, Dolvus, has been FOUND!!!
He favors his father in appearance. The Imperial couple seem to be ecstatic over the finding of their son although they missed all of his life so far.
It has been quietly announced that Lord Mael, the titular head of House Gawad Du, is missing and is presumed lost at sea. Although not a Baron in title, he would have been the Baron had that title still existed for the House. His disappearance remains a mystery as he departed aboard a merchantman known as The Sea Witch from Shornhelm bound for Sentinel. No wreckage has been found, no storms were reported nor were there any reports of pirate activity along the route the ship was to have traveled. There have been no demands for ransom. The ship simply never made port and appears to have vanished without a trace. House Gawad Du is NOT declaring Lord Mael dead and will not do so until he has been missing for at least a year. Nevertheless, the mood at Shadevale Manor is subdued. Lord Mael was a popular though seldom seen figure, spending the majority of his time in Shornhelm and leaving the running of the main estate to Lady Morna, Shadevale's Chatelaine and de facto Lady.
As Lord Mael was unmarried and had no known children and had been predeceased by his parents for many years, the heir presumptive is now his younger sister, Lady Melisse Gawadunen. This seventeen year old has been, for the past three years, living in Daggerfall where she trained for an eventual command in the Lion Guard like her cousin Lord Marcus. This would have taken place the following year, when she was eighteen. She is unmarried as her marriage was considered unimportant by Lord Mael, who had intended to marry and produce heirs himself. Therefore she is not bound by any current betrothals.
She has been recalled to Shadevale, resigning her future commission among the Lion Guard. The occasion of her return as she takes up the duties of her brother will be marked with a ceremony which will also be combined with a ceremony to pray for the eventual safe return of her brother, Lord Mael. Invitations to notables will be going out as soon as the House Scribes are finished illuminating them.
OOC: If you are interested in attending this event and meeting and mingling with the crazy inhabitants of Shadevale, drop me a PM with your in-game account name and i'll be sure you get the invite/info as soon as I work out a likely date. Thanks!
Lord Ewen Mandroux, heir to the County of Wayrest, can be seen returning to Daggerfall lands after an 8 month campaign in Cyrodiil. He is eager to meet his newly wed sister and brother-in-law, Lord of House Vekon. His troop appears exhausted and eager to return home to their families after months of constant warfare.
Ewen has sent ahead forward scouts to inform his father, Count Tristan of Wayrest, to prepare ample bedding for the wounded and infirm.
Is the Shornhelm Mages Guildhall haunted? That's the question on the minds of several of the members. Little things have been disappearing. One of the mages swore that he had put a shiny red apple on the table beside him only for the apple to disappear. Fifteen minutes later, the core was found where the apple had been. Another mage reported that a mirror had vanished along with several toiletries . Bedding has also been reported missing and a few books seemed to have walked out of the guild hall by themselves. One of the mages has noted that the fifteen year old mage (apprentice?) from the College of Winterhold has vanished as well. Perhaps she made good on the promise overheard at the Fells Run Inn of not being seen.
Word on the street is that the steward that had served in the LaCroix family home for more than two decades was recently removed from his position and turned out without anything but the clothes on his back. Even his bank accounts were seized by the Countess Westmark Moor. It seems he had been skimming several thousand gold off the income of the family every month for more than twenty years. Although it was in the right of the Countess to kill him for his theft, she allowed him to live.
James Ridgewell was seen at the docks of Daggerfall giving a rather unusual speech, and on top of that it was the first trip he had made to the city since the attack that has forced him to use a cane. According to witnesses he was informing the crew of the docked Ridgewell ships that a threat had been given to the House Ridgewell Traffing Company and a pirate attack was imenant. He also warned the weak hearted to get off the ship before it sailed, though his piercing gaze suggested anyone that did so would be punished.
The Guild of Thieves known as the Light of Day was raided by authorities in Sentinel. The raid was conducted after information from an informant showed the location of the enclave. While the raid was reported as a success, it is believed that the members of the Guild are still on the loose. Those arrested seem as well to be low ranking independents, rather than members, as well, little wealth or property was recovered other than some stolen property. This raid comes days after a heist involving a caravan of gold, bound for Sentinel, was taken.
The Light of Day has been dissolved, but most likely, it has only been the name that has. Theses ruffians are still on the loose and shall not go away easily. Please contact local authorities regarding any information and tips to bring these thieves to justice.
Lady Camilla Ridgewell, shareholder of House Ridgewell holds in Pact and Dominion territories, has received word of her brothers little speech about a pirate threat. Rumor has it she is sailing for Daggerfall to speak with her brother in person. This would be her first appearance in the city and Covenant lands in 2 years should these rumors be true.
Good news with the recent heist of tax money that was stolen in-route to Sentinel. Some of the coin had been turned in by a small crate left at the door steps of the bank. Although, the money recovered is only a fourth of the that stolen, it is a welcome new development in the case. Meanwhile, those of the Theives Enclave "The Light of Day", have proved tough to find as no one has been caught to be a an actual member.
-Words of a Herald from Sentinel from.
It has been a very busy night at the Fell's Run Soup Kitchen and Healing Clinic. It has been both life and death. First thing that happened was a platoon of soldiers returning from Cyrodil stopped with quite a few injured some of the critically injured or ill with trench foot. Priests Ren, Elysia and Kassandra started on the work of healing the injured. During the healing, the alert that a woman had gone into labor back at the inn reached them. Twin baby boys were born in the Inn.
High King Emeric has reportedly been informed of the ambush east of Fell's Run, by a a platoon of Ebonhart Pact invaders against the Knights of the Rose, a private Covenant army led by Ser Ewen Mandroux of Wayrest.
Troops are currently being shuffled away from Cyrodiil and an investigation is taking place to discover the extent of Pact incursion into Covenant lands, northeast of Stormhaven.
The King has also sent an investigation into Ser Ewen's command, which cost the lives of dozens of men during the ambush. The request was made by several Fell's Run priests, who aided the wounded of the ambush. The priests insist Ser Ewen acted without foresight or planning, while pursuing a band of Pact scouts west of Markarth.
High King Emeric,
Although it was complete coincidence that the soldiers from House Mandroux arrived at the Fell's Run Inn while the healing clinic was in session, I was not prepared for the fact that the soldiers were not dying from the attack by the Pact soldiers, but by a completely preventable disease. Trench foot is the slow necrotic rot of the tissues of the foot brought on by improperly fitting footwear that does not keep the foot dry and clean. Although it can occur in as less than 13 hours, it is normally caused by prolonged exposure to cold and damp conditions. Had these soldiers been given proper footwear, none of the seven deaths and many more amputations would have occurred. Curing a disease in the advanced state is not always possible through restoration magicks as it has already completely killed the tissues and is spreading through the blood stream.
Although in my opinion, the quartermaster who did not issue the proper fitting footwear and see to that the footwear was properly repaired before being reissued is the one most responsible for the deaths, some of my colleagues hold the Commander responsible. Granted, he is responsible for seeing to the welfare of the men in his command. Had these soldiers been given properly fitting and repaired footwear, they would have been able to fight the Pact much more effectively.
Thus concludes my report.
Tribune Magi, Imperial Sixth Legion
Priestess of Mara
Did you see her?
The Countess from Heatherwood Cairn. She was helping the soldiers.
Didn't think nobles got their hands dirty with us commoners.
That one did.
Hey, isn't that up in the Western Reach?
Eastern Boralis in Rivenspire, particularly in the County Whitehaven and the Barony of Northpoint, are abuzz with talk of the mustering of men-at-arms within the city of Northpoint. Soldiers bearing the livery of House Vekon, House Dorell and House Gawad Du, as well as other, so far undisclosed noble houses and mercenary units, have been gathering and being quartered within the city.
Speculation abounds with some suggesting this muster is in response to rumors of Ebonheart Pact forces encountered within the Kingdom of Shornhelm outside the village of Fell's Run in the extreme northern extent of Westmark Moor.
Still others suggest that this mustering is related to the recent disclosure of the disappearance of Lord Mael of House Gawad Du, whose ship en route to Wayrest disappeared without a trace approximately a month ago. A couple of related rumors suggest that perhaps the ship or the Lord Mael, or both has or have been located.
Others in the rumor mill have suggested that the muster is in preparation of reinforcements to the Covenant armies in Cyrodiil. Is the High King preparing or expecting a major offensive push?
On the evening of the sixteenth of Morning Star, the army of House Vekon was heard to muster in the sunlit hall of it's keep. The Count of White Haven was said to have given a rousing speech before the host set out the city gates on it's march to Northpoint. The black, gold, and purple flags of the House flapped in the brisk, northern wind from their lances. They marched with haste and with a purpose: to defend their kingdom.
Upon arriving at Fort Dragonclaw in Cyrodiil, the forces of House Vekon met up with many other Covenant-loyal armies, including the sizeable host of House Gawad Du. They took some time to prepare themselves and organize, though they were ready by the time the enemy army crashed upon their walls with catapult, spell, and sword.
As the majority of the Covenant forces addressed the enemy at the eastern wall, Count Vergil Vekon of White Haven marched his force out of the western wall, where they confronted a small squad of Ebonheart raiders, trying to secure an outlying lumbermill. After swiftly dispatching these vandals, the Vekon force swung around the west and south part of the keep, securing it, before sallying into the Ebonheart army's flank with all the other Covenant divisions. This quickly routed the Pact army.
After recapturing a pivotal mine, the Covenant army returned to the walls of it's castle, awaiting a purported secondary assault. In the meantime, the Count's army rested, sharpened their blades, and tended to their wounded. It was not long until another dunmer-Pact force arrived, washing again on the eastern walls.
This time, they came more prepared with plenty more siege weapons, quickly reducing the damaged stretch of fortifications to rubble. As they poured through the opening, many soldiers -- Pact and Covenant, were slain in the breach. Meanwhile, Count Vergil anticipated an attack on another stretch of wall. His instincts proved useful as a single Pact ballista was erected to fire on the castle from the north.
The Count and his men quickly sallied out from the walls and met the ballista with no challenge. The Vekon force slew the catapult's operator and burned the siege engine swiftly and with ease. Following that, they rejoined their comrades on the eastern wall before once again charging and routing the Pact army. The Daggerfall Covenant had won the day.
Following the victorious second rout, Count Vergil called his men and the forces of House Gawad Du into the Castle. It was here that Sir Varlaeus of House Gawad Du was knighted by his liege and formally inducted into the gentry of the Kingdom of Shornhelm. Much celebration was to be had afterwards. Once the security of Fort Dragonclaw was assured, the reinforcement armies left for home, one by one with their first Alliance War victory under their belt.
After the battle at Fort Dragonclaw, the Mandroux banner was planted at the eastern mine, where many Pactmen lay slain, as a stern reminder: Don't mess with the Covenant.
(Stupid trial software)
In the aftermath of the recent assault on Fort Dragonclaw, a small pack guar with a pink bow on its tail was discovered, he or she (We breton's cant be entirely sure.) Has been led into the keep and well taken care of. Any one with information as to the ownership of said guar is to contact Fleetfoot Thron (@Thron) at their earliest convenience.
It seems that not even Shornhelm is safe. In the middle of the night, three stablehands found a young woman near death as they were returning from a night out. It was only after the woman was brought to the Dead Wolf Inn that her identity was discovered to be that of the Countess Heathewood Cairn. What was she doing out in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night and who tried to kill her? The Lion Guard will have to wait for these answers until she regains consciousness.
Lady Morna Gawadunen was deeply gratified by the accolade of knighthood being bestowed on one of House Gawad Du's loyal retainers, Sir Varlaeus, directly after the action at Dragon Claw in Cyrodiil. It seemed only right and fitting that this honor be a battlefield commendation, its recipient covered in the blood of the slain and surrounded by comrades and fellow warriors, rather than the pomp and ceremony of a formal Court occasion. Count Vergil's sense of timing was, as usual, impeccable.
In other news, the official Lady of House Gawad Du, Lady Meliesse Silene Gawadunen, was formally presented to the Gentry and the people of Gawad Du the following afternoon. The lady, though young, managed to maintain her composure during the blessedly brief formalities and took the opportunity to offer her own oath of fealty to the Count and Countess of White Haven in addition to reaffirming the fealty of her entire House to House Vekon and, ultimately, the kingdom of Shornhelm and High King Emeric. She then mingled with the guests and tried her best to speak with everyone. She very much hopes she was able to accomplish that goal before retiring to her chambers for a very long nap
Representatives from a large number of local noble families went to the Daggerfall City Docks to welcome the late evening to very early morning arrival of a House Lenchart ship. Why they where there, assembled as late as three or four o'clock was never disclosed, beyond it being related to the arrival of said ship. The ship never arrived.
Rumors spread as House Lenchart mobilizes overseas, nearly their entire merchant fleet searching for the vessel, as vast payouts loom. Considering the seas were calm along that route, and confirmed attacks on Lenchart ships had risen slightly, the prevailing theory is a deliberate attack on House Lenchart. Political fallout for the loss could be massive for the House, seeking to reclaim its lost glory in the eyes of their fellow gentry.
The land operations have seen a noticeable step-up. The shadowy side of Lenchart's business seems to be preparing for war.
Lady Camilla Ridgewell was seen quickly deboarding the House Ridgewell Flag Ship with two of her guards quickly in tow. When she returned she had with her several city guards and a sergeant, and for the next few hours the guards were scavenging the docks. The rumour is that some masked man slipped into her quarters on the ships and threatened her, though neither her or James Ridgewell have released any statements at this time.
A merchant Dunmer looking to establish trading routes in the city of Wayrest was apprehended in Covenant lands. The perp, one Councilor Vehk Hlaalu, has been accused of war crimes against the Covenant and of spying for our relentless enemy, the Ebonheart Pact. As a part of Morrowind's government, he is an important P.O.W.
Astoundingly, the treacherous mer somehow managed to force the lock off his cell, despite the fact that he'd been submitted to a thorough search and interrogation prior to his incarceration. In addition to the grevious crimes of this mer, we add the crimes of jail break and threatening the life of the Captain of the Wayrest Guard. A knife was left on the Captain's nightstand the morning after the scoundrel mer escaped. The pertinent authorities are looking into his escape. A bounty of ten-thousand gold is offered to those who lead to this mer's successful arrest.
Citizens are advised to be alert! The subject is a male dunmer. He stands at 5'10" and wears stubble and short, black hair. The prisoner also has noticeably ruby-red eyes. He may be trying to get on a ship or travel east. Any suspicions should be reported immediately to the local authorities. The subject is dangerous and presumed to be armed! Do not approach him yourselves.
- The Lion Guard
Four days have passed since the Countess Heatherwood Cairn was found unconscious near Evermore and taken to the temple. She had lost quite a bit of blood in the fight and it was feared for a while that she would not survive. Finally, some movement indicated she was coming out of her coma. She was heard to whisper "Well, I'm not dead. Being dead wouldn't hurt as much." Her color has returned to normal as her body slowly recovers. Well wishes are welcomed as are sweetrolls. She has yet to tell the Lion Guard where she was attacked and what was stolen from her.
A mercenary, dressed in blue steel, sporting Yokudan motifs of a type not easily acquired, has been spotted making the rounds across the breadth of Stormhaven and Glenumbra, deep in private conversations with striking personalities like a Cyrodiilic woman in green armor, a "fisherman" at the docks sporting Dwemer motifs, and several others. When approached, this mercenary simply identifies herself as Ettenmoor. Several patrons at the Fell's Run Inn have reported to overhear that she is building a new outfit, probably mercenary in nature. The aims and scope of operation of this supposed outfit are currently unknown.
As House Ridgewell prepares to open up trade with all of High Rock because its exclusivity contract with Daggerfall is ending at the end of this month, their warehouses in Wayrest, North Point, and Evermore have been reopened. Not only that but apparently all employees layed off when exclusivity contract went into effect have been offered their old jobs back!
Yesterday: Earlier in the day the stallion belonging to Lady Valestrial, wife of Sir Tyreus, returned to Shadevale Manor in Northpoint where Valestrial has been staying with House Gawad Du sans its rider. It caused quite a ruckus, trampling a couple grooms, and a stablehand, at his wit's end, finally came to the Manor proper to ask for assistance. Lady Morna, an avid horsewoman, was able to capture the unruly stallion and calm it to the point of being able to return it to its stall. There it was examined and was found to be lathered, scratched up, had thrown a shoe and the reins of its bridle were broken, possibly from being jerked free of its tether by the stallion himself. Concerned discussion ensued among the House members and Sir Varleaus (newly minted knight) took a small group to backtrack the stallion's whereabouts in hope of finding Valestrial, who was feared to have taken a fall and might be lying injured in the woods. As she is in the still early stages of her pregnancy concern for her safety runs high.
After questioning the stablehand it was established that Lady Valestrial had left alone on her horse early that morning rather than in the more usual company of her manservant, the Imperial known as Feritas. Feritas himself was seen by the stablehand leaving alone the previous morning and has not been seen since. Uneasy speculations regarding possible foul play were discussed but are hoped to prove groundless.
Lady Clepta, wife of Sir Varleaus, was seen heading towards Crestshade alone on an unknown errand.
Later that same evening Lord Devinadel and Lady Morna attended the Council of Daggers meeting in White Haven and reported the situation to those present, in particular because the matter touched Count Vergil Vekon's knight, Sir Tyreus. The pair from Gawad Du were unhappy to learn that Sir Tyreus seems to have deserted his post and position in House Vekon and is currently considered AWOL. Nevertheless (and despite having his own problems which were then brought forward) the Count graciously offered to extend his aid to the search if necessary. The Lord and Lady from Gawad Du promised to keep him apprised of developments.
Sir Tyreus has not yet been seen and so no one has been able to tell him about the disappearance of his wife.
The investigation continues.
People who know Lady Victoria Ridgewell have noticed that she seems unusually happy these days. Perhaps it is the fact that although her memory has not returned, she has been reunited with both her husband and her son. She has been seen out shopping for bolts of silk cloth and inquiring about who the finest seamstress in all of High Rock. She is also looking for a lace maker as well as a caterer. It is to be noted that the silk that she has been purchasing is the purest white. White silk, lace and a caterer? What is she doing, planning a wedding or something?
A light dusting of snow was lazily falling on the roofs of the houses and shops that dotted White Haven's landscape, and the throng of drunken voices inside the local tavern ebbed and swelled as stories of the week's events were shared. One particularly young Argonian servant girl from Castle Vekon seemed hardly able to contain her excitement as she rushed through the doors and to a table surrounded by a handful of other betmer servants from local houses, all of whom listened to her gossip with bated breath and hungry eyes. According to the young miss Cries-In-Corners, the Countess Roisin Vekon had quite the eventful evening...
A courier had arrived at the castle with an important missive for the young Countess, who could not be located most of the evening. When she was found, innocently poised in the library wtih a tray of jelly doughnuts and an open book of erotic short stories, she innocently dismissed questions of her earlier whereabouts (though Cries-In-Corners informed her comrades about a deep purple bruise that graced the young noble's chin and her reluctance to move her right arm). According to the gossipy Argonian, the Countess collapsed in a heap of sobs on the library's floor as she read the letter, and she was so inconsolable that it took two large kitchen servants to carry her wailing form to her chambers. The Argonian, who was curious to a fault, pinched the missive and made off with it as fast as her scaled feet would take her to the tavern. With the encouragement ofher friends, and a few other townspeople with an ear for gossip, Cries-In-Corners read aloud the parchment that had been sealed with a black wax stamp containing the blue diamond that belonged to House Ostorius in Cyrodiil...
"Dearest Roisin, I write you and your brothers to regretfully inform you of your father's passing. As you well know, he had been quite unwell physically as of late, and the toll of events over the last several years seemed to tax his mental faculties to their limit. His passing was a peaceful one, though he did lament the absence of his children at his death bed. He loved you very much, Little Rose. Unfortunately, due to the state of House Mandroux's finances, your father had nothing of monetary value to leave the four of you, though he did leave each of you a small bequest. For you, Roisin, your mother's opal wedding ring. As you and your father had not spoken since the scandal broke, I am sure this letter will not find you in good spirits but, at this trying time, please try to remember: Family is all we have. - Nana"
The letter cam to a close, and the littering of patrons who had stopped to listen had grown silent. It seemed Count Tristan Mandroux of Wayrest had officially met his sad, and lonely, end.
It was a cool autumn evening when a Breton courier came sprinting through Wayrest. An Argonian maid was standing near to hear the following exchange, having just served the Ser Ewen and his Knight-Captain Gerrard some tea, cheese and biscuits. The two were seated in the back garden, nestled under an ancient oak with all the colorful leaves the season brings. The young lord had barely time to sip at his tea when the courier came marching through into the garden.
"Ser Ewen Mandroux, an urgent message for you," The courier belted out, short of breath with a half-attempted bow.
"Yes? And what is it?" Ewen replied, clearly annoyed at the disturbance.
"It bears the seal of House Ostorious. Your father Ser...he-he is dead."
For whatever emotions or thoughts were running through Ser Ewen's head, the Argonian maid thought, she was unable to tell. The man kept his composure, simply staring ahead into the garden. Ewen's Knight-Captain looked at the courier then back to Ewen, mouth slightly agape.
"Give it here, lad," the Knight-Captain said to the courier. The courier nodded with relief, handed the Captain the sealed letter and was off.
The Knight-Captain's hand shook as he handed it to Ewen, who snatched it from his grip. Ewen quickly cut the seal with the cheese knife from their table.
"Dearest Ewen, I write you and your brothers and sister to regretfully inform you of your father's passing. As you know from your visit just a few weeks ago, he has not been well and unfortunately, his health has not improved. He passed away peacefully last night and I pray this letter reaches you with utmost urgency. Unfortunately, due to the state of House Mandroux's finances, your father had nothing of monetary value to leave the four of you, though he did leave each of you a small letter for you, enclosed within this one. While he was unable to write himself, he narrated what he wanted to say. Everything required is in his letter. We will be arriving soon for your transition to Lordship of House Mandroux. Divines watch you, Ewen. - Nana"
"My Son, my Ewen, my successor. I have always been so proud of you. You are my greatest accomplishment and you did it all by yourself. You have exemplified what it is to be a man, what it is to be Mandroux. You are the perfect vessel to carry forth the spirit of the Mandroux dynasty. I have watched with pride as you grew into the intelligent, caring, strong and proud young man you are today. I know you will show restraint, compassion and resilience as my successor, as my son and as leader for your brothers, your sister and your family. I pray everyday you learn from my mistakes, for it is all I can do now. My time is over and you know what must be done. Find a nice girl, continue the family's legacy and make us all proud. Family protects us, Ewen. I love you."
After reading the words Ewen's eyes appear a bit swelled and red as he attempts to keep his stoic resolve.
"The king is dead," the Knight-Captain says, standing from his chair. The man kneels in front of Ewen, "Long live the king."
A pamphlet has been printed and distributed in the northern reaches of Rivenspire containing the following strange story.
As dusk fell just this past Loredas Countess Amelia Stormbringer arrived at Shadevale Manor in Northpoint, Rivenspire with two of her retainers, Hevens and Ruacard, and four of her House Guard. Not long after her arrival she left with several members of House Gawad Du and they rode South towards Crestshade. Accompanying them was an unlikely khajiit called Sh'rash who, rumor has it, is part of a successful merchant company known to do business with Gawad Du.
Their ultimate destination was Crestshade Cemetery. One of the Stormbringer guards stayed with the horses while the rest of the party continued on to the cemetery. There a fierce battle ensued with a horde of bloodfiends, upwards of forty, that were ultimately decimated by the group.
As the dust settled they were joined by none other than Count Vergil Vekon who was travelling with only a Priestess of Stendarr. Both were on hand and helped to battle two more bloodfiends that guarded the main tomb's door and were exceptional specimens of their terrifying breed. Sir Tyreus, returned after a mysterious and lengthy absence and actually under arrest by House Gawad Du to answer charges of desertion by Count Vergil, killed one of the fiends while Lady Clepta, a member of House Gawad Du and married to the newly minted knight, Sir Varleaus, dispatched the other.
The door itself was barred from the inside but gave before a combined magical onslaught.
Ultimately they entered the main mausoleum where they confronted the suspected necromancer, an Imperial going by the name of Feritas, who was suspected of holding two women with connections to Gawad Du hostage. Not only were these two women inside the tomb but also a third young girl. A standoff ensued and was finally broken by the decisive action of the Count, the sound of a lightning bolt -inside- the tomb nearly deafening everyone and flinging the Imperial to the ground, stunned. It is said that he was promptly executed at that time.
An Altmer in the party by the name of Narsis took Eleanor and promptly left. Sir Tyreus released his wife from captivity and Ruacard took charge of the young girl. All three women had been drugged into insensibility and could give no account of their captivity at that time.
While this was all being sorted out there was apparently an additional small explosion but no one appears to have been seriously injured.
Eventually the party emerged from the tomb bearing what appeared to be a coffin, which they loaded into a cart that had been left nearby and Lady Morna hitched her own horse to it and drove it back to Shadevale.
Requests to interview Count Vergil regarding these events have been put off and Gawad Du flatly refused to see anyone or answer any questions regarding this strange affair.
OOC: MANY thanks to the players/characters that participated in this event:
Valestrial, Eleanor, Vergil, Elaisha (sp?), Amelia, Varlaeus, Clepta, Tyreus, Narsis, Leannan, Sh'rash (sp?), Hevens, Ruacard and Catherine
Following the events surrounding the loss of the ship carrying valuable cargo to many noble families, rumors spread of what this cargo was, and what it may cause for the House's reputation in general.
Strangely, despite only a select few knowing the exact cargo, it would seem that Aria Lenchart, the cousin of long-suspected crime boss and patriarch of House Lenchart, Vinius Lenchart, and subtle noblewoman based out of Rivenspire, has been forced from House Lenchart's inner circle. The timing was beyond coincidence, but her association with the cargo of the Lencharts' Missing Ship is likewise unknown.
Meanwhile, many members of the Peerage of Daggerfall would continue to be infuriated, privately and publicly, with House Lenchart, but only a very select few would be aware of what, exactly, was going on.
Recently, in the Run Inn, one of the female patrons showed another a raw gold nugget the size of a large grape. Later that night, one of the more unsavory types decided to try to take the gold nugget from its owner. As he snuck into the room where the owner was staying, he found himself looking at the business end of a bow. A fight ensued causing quite a ruckus. The man found himself injured by the owner of the gold nugget. Just where is she hiding the gold nugget now? Perhaps there is gold in them hills. *winkwink*
Several farmers discovered two bodies. One of them was some unknown Nord (though to some, a foul man known as Vidar Corpsehewer,) while the other body was that of an Orc. Upon further inspection it was revealed to be the Chieftain of Mor'Grumaar, Thrusk gro-Bogroth. His body appeared to have suffered many wounds, though he was also fast decomposing. Rumors are abound that Mor'Grumaar has finally gone to dust.
Complete with music.
Rumors spread throughout the Kingdom of Shornhelm that a phenomena known as the Trials of the Vectori has begun. The Vectori, the mysterious bodyguards of the Count of White Haven, seem to be conducting these rituals, testing applicants to see if they have what it takes to join their ranks.
A Khajiit, a young Breton woman, and a raucous Orc were seen heading to the Dark Anchor near Gavaudon. Judging from their demeanour, they seemed to be mercenaries. Shortly thereafter, there were reports of thunderous incantations and sounds of steel rending flesh near the Anchor. Also heard were shouts of an unearthly nature taunting nearby folk, in praise of "The Master".
These phenomena continued for almost half an hour, after which they died down. The mercenaries then reappeared, dragging a bound, hooded man in their wake, evidently a captive. The party then disappeared in the courtyard of an abandoned house, evidently the former home of a graveyard headstone mason. Cries of anguish and agony mingled with bursts of laughter could be heard for some distance. These sounds also dissipated soon, as the group reappeared, carrying a clearly injured and bloodied prisoner, and headed towards the nearby Orc settlement.
When this group was accosted by curious bystanders as to their identity, the only words that were clearly heard were "The Corporation".
Heralds travel from Northpoint to Shornhelm, stopping at all points between to post the banns announcing the betrothal of Lady Celine Gawadunen of House Gawad Du to Gilus Carin, commander of the mercenary company known as The Lion's Fang. Written official announcements are likewise sent to the college of heralds in Wayrest, Bangkorai, and Daggerfall so that scribes may record the betrothal and prepare to review new heraldry that will likely be registered as the Lady in question, though a minor noble, still bears arms and these will be augmented and then assumed by her new husband, who will then also be able to claim the title of Lord. There is no word on the date of the wedding as yet though that is expected soon.
A notice has been posted in the Fighter's Guild of every major town or city of Highrock and a few taverns, though from the tenor of the posting it is not for everyone.
"Have you slept in muddy fields and forests wrapped in a blanket far more often than fine inns? Have you followed glory seeking officers on campaign or in individual contracts? Have you served nobles who find you less important than the footstool they use to mount their destriers? Are your skills with your weapons hard earned in -both- the training salle and the battle field both large and small, at the price of your shed blood, pain, and fear? Are you willing to bleed, and even die for the man next to you rather than a cause that no one can really define? Are you tired of killing people whom you have no reason to hate, for the glory and riches of another?"
"If most or all of these apply to you, seek out Siomir Danneren at the Fell's Run Inn. The pay is good, the food and drink are better, and the training will be hard and miserable... just the way we like it. The fighting may be harder, but know you will stand with men and women you can call brother and sister, and ones that will not run. Fight for something that matters, the place that may be your new home."
(( OOC: Contact @Siomir1969 in game.
Last Sundas evening, guards patrolling the Port Hunding docks discovered the bodies of three Redguards, a Breton, two Altmer and four Khajiit. The victims had been gagged and tied to the base poles of the docks and left to drown as the tide came in. While the city guard maintains that the murders were related to conflicts between Dominion and Covenant spies, talk amongst the townsfolk suggests that the victims were in fact members of a skooma cartel that had been operating in Port Hunding for years.
Overheard at the Screaming Mermaid tavern:
A Dunmer, a Nord, and a Redguard are seated around a table.
Redguard man: "Poor girl. And the whole crew. Can you imagine, meeting your end that way?"
Nord man: "They knew the risks of the trade, Faziz. We all do."
Dunmer woman: *takes a deep swig of skooma* "And you're... you're telling me that she got all ten of 'em?"
Nord man: "Well... her and some hired muscle, I should think. She says that her people can bring this in by the crateful, as much as we need. Brew it themselves in Khenarthi's Roost, she says."
Dunmer woman: "And how much more does she want for it than old Rahnashi charged?"
Redguard man: "We'll talk about that later. Tell me, is it any good?"
Dunmer woman: *tries to stand but falls off her chair*
Redguard man: *sighs* "You know if we don't take her offer, we're just as likely to wind up like Rahnashi and her crew. Tied up for the tide like... like animals."
Nord man: *cracks open a fresh bottle and chugs it down* "Forget Rahnashi. Ariel's is better."
My name is my name!
"Of the numerous Covenant soldiers who helped free the Alik'r of the vile seeds of Suturah, the bronze mage of foreign and native blood caused me much trepidation. He knew things...many things an outsider should not know."
~ an Ash'abah anecdotalist
"He does amazing things in my bed and I spill out information. Only victors in that arrangement."
~ a prostitute turned madam in Sentinel
"He will eat insects before he eats animals but he has no problem forcing traitors donned in plate armor to jump in an ocean. Says drowning isn't as painful a death as people believe. A strange one indeed."
~ Ser Who's It of Who Cares of the Montclair War.
James Ridgewell has not made any public appearances for quite some time. Swirling speculations as to why why are being whispered. When directly asked about this while he was at the Wayrest docks, he refused to comment saying that his behavior was perfectly normal! If you ask me I think he is attempting to hide some internal problems with his family.
Fell's Run was engulfed in chaos as dusk set over the small village. Evicted mill workers rallied around the death of one of their own's teenage son from exposure and illness. As a pandemic spread across the village's lowest sector of workers, a mob gathered. Although the mob stopped short of destruction--thanks to the High Priest's calming influence--it was used by bandits, or some more nefarious force, to lay destruction on the opposite end.
To the horror of the fragile village, someone had set ablaze one of the mills. As a farmer named Richmond, the militia and a local bartender named Argentia who happened to be pretty fast all gathered to organize the mob and the militia to put out the fire, arrows fell upon them from the direction of the Edrald Estate.
The nearby Richmond Ranch became the site of a pitched battle as night fell, the battlefield given uncertain light by a fading sun and a burning mill. Richmond Casiok, a lone horseman named Brand, and (the leader of the militia during the battle) Lendaria led the response to the surprise attack by what most presumed to be bandits. Following the surprise attack, Brand and Richmond lead a charge against the archers at a flank, with the surprisingly disciplined militia attacking them from the fore.
The battle was short, and the militia annihilated their enemy, leaving few alive to tell the story.
Scores of injured lie in the shadow of Richmond Ranch, but were moved out of the cold and exposed weather, while the Casiok family finished in putting out the now devastated mill.
Luckily, they were able to prevent the fire from spreading to the surrounding farms, but the loss of one of three mills in town is devastating. It is inevitable to exascerbate extremely taught tension between the two factions: the workers and farmers and the Mayor, Edralds and Count of Westmark Moor.
The Mage's Guild has begun some education of the populace after it had became apparent that some people were using scare tactics on the uninformed. Yes, there was once a colossal black soul gem that was responsible for the absorption of eleven souls. The black soul gem was destroyed months ago and the souls were returned to the bodies that were still living. The renegade mage who was responsible for the creation of the colossal black soul gem was killed by his niece, a battlemage who is somewhat prominent in the guild. As the notes on the creation of this soul gem are safely in the hands of the Mage Guild on Eyevea under several wards by some of the strongest mages known, they can not be retrieved. There is no threat and no colossal soul gem.
((The last post of the plot is on page 26 of the rumor mill.))
As overheard in several taverns throughout Rivenspire...
"So I hears that th' Ridgewell boy got dropped by the priestess hes was gonna marry. Somethin' bout she said she couldn't han'le th' lifestyle. Hah! You knows how it is with them priesty types, always gotta devote themselves to their gods, live humble. She's wastin' an opportunity, methinks."
"I heard the Ridgewell son broke it off with that priestess he was with. Apparently, she's devoted herself entirely to Stendarr now. I guess she felt she had to choose between romance and her god, and her god won in the end. I feel bad for the Ridgewells' son."
"I happened to hear that Dolvus Ridgewell is back on the market!" *hushed giggles*
"Last night, a skooma and drug cartel hideout was raided near the city of Wayrest. The raid was conducted after a tip off from a unnamed citizen, whom gave the local authorities information. All believed members were caught along with their illicit goods." -Wayrest herald.
"Damn, I cant believe they were caught."
"They had been having trouble I heard from some guild. A whole bunch of their supply had been destroyed a week back."
"Daver brothers bit off more then they could chew."
"Damn right on that." -Unnamed citizens of Wayrest's taverns.
At the Ebonheart Pact Moot:
Belisarius stood in front of the leaders, elders, and various houses of Morrowind. He tried to control the shaking tremor in his left hand.
"I am Belisarius Quintus Varro--of the Daggerfall Covenant." The Imperial paused for effect, and what he surely thought would be a less-than-welcoming response. It was.
"I fought many of your sons and daughters in the borderlands of Cyrodiil. I served as Tribune of the dissident Cyrodiilic Cohort and went to war under the banner of Emeric. You may know him as the Breton trade ducat. I know him as a liar, a traitor, and a usurper."
The crowd began to stir with uproar.
"This war has taken much from me: my home in Colovia. My family. It has taken much from you as well. The leaders of my Cohort died last year. And the Breton King framed me for their murder. He could not allow a Varro to assume command of an Imperial cohort, not with what I know about him."
"For that, I was accused of treason and hunted like a dog. That is why I have come to you for help. There are factions in Hammerfell and Daggerfall who tire of this Breton King. His war. His taxes. The backstabbing. The murders. The land is ripe for rebellion."
"I seek to undermine Emeric's authority, and raise the Varro banner in open rebellion against him. Other houses have promised to join me. But we cannot do this alone. We will need food. We will need trading partners and support from the east. Without it, we will fail.
This will directly benefit all of you, as it will compromise the Daggerfall Covenant's ability to wage a two-front war against the Pact."
"I do not ask for a consensus of aid. If any of you find sympathy toward my cause, please. Help."
The Imperial bowed his head and surrendered his weapon. A Dunmer Lord had the Imperial shackled as a prisoner and taken away so that the Moot could continue to argue about Ashlanders.
Our second newsletter this year, surely some copies could have drifted on the wind.
The Mages Guild in the Daggerfall Covenant is rumored to be restarting their intelligence division due to recent incursions from the Worm Cult. Who will then be replacing the former leader? There are a few people saying that they have someone in training for this.
Earlier this morning, several tomes detailing the history of the Erokii Ayleid ruins in Rivenspire that had gone missing from the Shornhelm Mages Guildhall were found neatly stacked upon the front steps of the hall. A note was found inside one of the books, with just one word written upon it in neat handwriting:
There was no sign of who left the books, nor any clues as to who wrote the note.
"You hideous glaucous skinned beasts have plagued the verdant hills, wild forests, glorious sands, and beautiful mountains of the Iliac Bay for far too long. If the repeated sacking of your shite "kingdom" has not penetrated your profuse skin to place fear in your pig hearts...perhaps I will, and after enough just slaying of you tusked mouth monstrosities, more will soon grow tired of your stench and defiling of our women, and tired of False King Emeric's tolerance of you creatures!"
-- a letter stuffed in a butchered Orc's mouth with a taunting drawing. The signature is an elongated face with ink-filled eyes and smile.
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Once again, Nito's underground network has begun to whisper about establishing a Fight Night. This time, the whispers speak of the fights taking place somewhere in Bangkorai.
(( Setting this tentatively for Friday evening. I know the RPvP event is that night and I don't at all intend to interfere with it, so players interested in both events can go to both (I know I plan to be at both). PLEASE read over this sometime before the event for rules and explanations on how the fights will work: http://teso-rp.com/forum/m/9324623/viewthread/18795623-nadc-underground-fighting-ring If you have further questions, feel free to contact me via the forums or in game @SaiyadenaO ))
Overheard at a tavern in Stormhaven:
"I swear, I was making a delivery to a house north of Wayrest and I heard crying. There was no one there. It sounded like a young woman. "
Think it was a ghost?"
"Yeah, no doubt. I remember that a noblewoman died here. "
" Oh yeah, I heard tale that family has been wiped out. The land has gone to a distant cousin. "
" What do you know about them? "
" Well, they all have red hair, except this one. She is a half Nord blonde. "
Posted Feb 4, 15
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Rumors spread like wildfire about the suspicious circumstances surrounding the death of the four principle members of House Merloy, including their youngest daughter (age 11). While House Merloy had been subject to vicious rumors for many years regarding the relationship of the Merloy patriarch's wife and his sister. Rumors fly as the King's Men begin their investigation of the influential family's untimely deaths. The only thing certain is that the Merloy sister killed herself, and that the knife she used somehow killed the youngest daughter.
Other rumors, like a subsequent fight between man and wife were less trustworthy, but the only ones that seemed to fit all the other pieces together. Motive remains totally unknown.
Their eldest daughter is the last surviving member of House Merloy, at age 15. Danielle Merloy was apparently informed of her family's deaths shortly after they were discovered--she was educated in the Church of Mara in Evermore at the time. She is to return to take over the operations of her family overseas and see her family pass into the afterlife.
"If we find ourselves with a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that we were made for another world." - C.S. Lewis
Posted Feb 4, 15
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This evening heralded the return from her home in Heatherwood Cairn of Countess Shalea LaCroix. She was overheard stating she had information of an incoming attack of Reachmen as to their location and numbers, but it seemed no one wanted the information. The question is what does she know and how does she know it?
Early one evening, a portal opened at the Northern High Rock gate, home to the Imperial Sixth Legion. From the portal, the Valerians returned with not just one but two newborns. Fraternal twins Arcadia and Lysander Valerian were immediately taken to their parents quarters as not to disturb anyone. Along with the infants, a nanny arrived as well as Kassandra wishes to be able to return to her duties as soon as possible. There is a lot of work ahead for the Tribune as she begins to rebuild the branch of the Legion's magi.
A small group, evidently not in uniform, but disciplined and purposeful to the commonfolk of Hallin's Stand and its surrounding environs, was seen heading out into the rocky wastes of South Bangkorai. Speculation about the group's purpose ranged from them being common treasure-hunters to deserters of the Covenant Military. Since South Bangkorai still has a sizeable Imperial expedition presence, they were not expected to return, as the few landmarks in that area, including Onsi's Breath and Razak's Wheel are currently Imperial-held.
The group comprised of a man -- dashing according to standards -- dressed in armor reminiscent of the Dwemer, a young woman -- seemingly inexperienced but with a determined look, a tall muscular Nord woman with a shock of black hair, an Orc woman dressed in plain fatigues and an air of obvious competence, and a woman with uncharacteristic ashen-white hair, wearing refurbished armour of Yokudan origin.
When they did return, they were seen to be carrying several sacks which emitted odd noises of metal clanging against metal, and the occasional jingle. The Nord woman seemed to be in some pain. However, the group did not halt at Hallin's Stand, but rode off towards Evermore, and thence to destinations unknown.
Shortly afterward, there were rumours from caravans and nomads in that area regarding several Imperial deaths and discreet Imperial enquiries about this group. The questions stopped after a few days of futility. The only other evidence that the Group was here, is a ragged receipt retrieved from the inn in Hallin's Stand with a few incomprehensible numbers and a simple seal with the words "By Order of the Corporation".
Posted Feb 5, 15
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A strange sense of being watched has fallen upon many citizens living in and around White Haven as of late. Yet, no one can seem to place where this feeling is coming from.
It was a night like any other night at the Run Inn, several of the local inhabitants and those they knew from elsewhere sharing a few drinks around the bar. There was little reason to expect disturbances this evening, except, well... this -was- RIvenspire.
The pair of Altmer at the end of the bar were talking quietly, the other patrons carrying on a conversation of their own, when the candle lit room was overcome by a dimness, as if the candles simply forgot to produce the proper amount of light. Consternation abounded as the patrons attempted to determine what caused this. The mages sensed great magic, unrelated to the arrival of more customers and friends in the common room, including several more from the Mage's Guild. Several were affected by strange visions both horrifying and rather intriguing. Deciding to learn what was amiss, the entire group went outside to see to the town, learn what caused the dimming which seemed to affect the stars and moon as well, and find the source of this powerful working of magicka.
Outside, they split into multiple groups, one to the Constabulary, and the larger to the south across the bridge. Those going south met with missadventure as the very ground around them exploded with translucent, grasping hands. Several were pulled to the ground before they sought refuge on the rocks and boulders where the hands could not reach. An elderly mage attempted to pursue one of their number who was apparently hearing her lost mother's voice, only to be striken by some spell that caused him to act against his companions. Two pairs, one from the Constabulary and one that had pursued the young woman both struck out for the Wayshrine using different methods to avoid the hands, while those on the rocks dealt with the mad magus. All this while the townsfolk, hearing the whistle of the militia commander, stayed locked in their homes.
The region near the wayshrine soon erupted in a duel betwixt a necromancer summoning undead to hurl at the four who'd made their way across, and the four returning the favor with a variety of magicks. The necromancer, for whatever reason, portaled away suddenly.
Later it was learned the young woman had dissappeared, her tracks ending quite abruptly, and her whereabouts unknown. Patrols in the hills found no sign of the nights distubances, be they shadow or reality.
"So, you want to know what happened at Bruma? I'll tell you, sure. It wasn't a bloodbath; it was something straight out'a the darkest parts of Oblivion.
My boys were sent along with some Imperial sympathisers and Knights to Bruma; word was that the Pact was gonna make a stab at it. A forced march all the way from Fort Warden, through half the bloody Jeralls, and when we finally get there, place is a damned ghost town. Wasn't a soul in sight, not even a stray zombie from them Worm Cult buggers.
We waited for maybe half an hour, all the while our commanders are all bickerin'. Finally the Pact shows, Nords, Dunmer, even those creepy little Argonians. We go back and forth for a bit, and the damned Dominion attacks both of us from the south. Ever heard a rock slide or an avalanche? No? Well, you've never heard a sound like three armies smashing together. The gods-damned sky opens up right in the middle of it to top it all off, and it starts raining Daedra! Daedra!"
- Overheard at the Oak and Crosier Tavern in Chorrol.
Drake of Fangs
“Warriors rising from the soil, richly sown with dragon’s teeth, for the future of their Empire.”
Posted Feb 7, 15
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