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Close to Varen's Gatehouse one might notice the faint aroma of burning wood; for outside of the wall near the River Strid lies Entius Manor. The isolated chateau, once found within the confines of County Kvatch, was the home of Tectus Entius, the Woeful Lord, known for his refusal to declare allegiance to the cause at the height of Varen's Rebellion. It is said the lord only avoided losing his head at the conclusion of the conflict because of the death of his own son in the final battle within the Imperial City. Isolated from the county, and a pariah within the Colovian Estates proper, the property has languished for the duration of the Three Banners War. It would appear the manor's staff has finally had enough, and a peasants uprising dispatched the estate's remaining guards. The mob is believed to have torn the Woeful Lord to pieces in his own great hall. The fire continues to burn, and the Kvatch Guards have declined to make further inquiries.

"I don't give a damn if it's peasants, bandits, or even Banners. If it's on the other side of the wall; it's not our problem." Said one guardsmen who was pressed for answers. It is believed word has yet to reach Skingrad, for it continues to be pre-occupied with its own defenses in light of the war growing ever closer to its doorsteps. It is clear that even this far from the Alliance War; Cyrodiil remains a dangerous and lawless country.
Posted Aug 31, 18
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A flustered merchant at the Withered Rose tavern reports a strange occurrence in the Colovian Highlands.

While skirting the ongoing trouble at Chorral, he claims to have been forced off the road by the thunderous echo of hooves on the path behind him. Fearing for his safety, he drove his wagon into a thicket of ash trees and took cover behind a ragged stump.

Peering from his place of safety, he purports to have seen a party of five heavily-armed cavalry ride down an indistinct figure whose very form seemed to flicker between man and beast - neither fully one thing or another. Though the riders soon brought the shifting creature to bay, the cornered entity eviscerated two crossbow-wielding sharpshooters and flung a lancer from his saddle before the weight of axes and short swords brought the beast to ground.

The merchant reported that the riders salted and burned the body, gathered their dead, and returned to a nearby hill to confer with a pair of mounted observers; a heavily-armoured Nordman who was seen merely shaking his head and a robed Imperial woman, both bearing the chalice symbol favoured by servants of Stendarr. With one holding a pennant with the same symbol atop of a lance.

Though liberally plied with drinks, he refused to speculate on who he saw, or what these mounted servants of Stendarr were hunting in the dark forest at the edge of the Jerral mountains.
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Posted Sep 3, 18 · Last edited Sep 3, 18
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Late in the evening, an exhausted travelling wool merchant staggered into the taproom of the Withered Rose tavern. After a few pints of mead, the man began to speak of a group of unusual travellers he had seen near the dark woods that brood benneath the foothills of the Jerall mountains. He claimed to have spotted a small band of warriors marching in rows of two, lead by a hulking horseman clad in a polished suit of gilded armour, with a sash of blue crossing at his chest tieing into a long robe that flowed over his legs, and a plumed helmet crowning his head.

Behind him marched two soldiers that were similarly dressed, save for the helmets that rested on their brows. Both carried long, two-handed blades, the points of which rested on their shoulders, angled up to the morning sun. Behind them marched four pikemen, clad lightly in helm and mail. Less heavily armoured then their companions, they still proudly bore the chalice favoured by the servants of Stendarr upon their tabards and on pennants that hung from their silver pikes.

Alongside were a pair of marksmen and two armoured priests, the latter of whom were caparisoned in ornate cuirasses and long, hooded robes which covered open-visored helmets. 'Priests more familiar with battle than blessings,' the merchant was heard to muse.

He reported that the travellers ignored him completely and seemed intent on making their way to the twisting woods nearby, woods where rumours spoke of roaming man-beasts and unnatural howls that echoed through the hills at night.

For the seasoned drinkers at the Withered Rose, this was more than enough to ignite speculation, supposition, and wild rumours of dark creatures and shifting shadows. A few of the more sober heads among them had to wonder if there was a connection between these armoured warriors of Stendarr and those who had been seen in the region a week or so earlier.
Stendarr's Vigil is a Roleplaying guild located on the NA server that focuses around the tales and stories of an ancient order of Stendarrites of the 'Order of Saint Hjalvald' that have made themselves home in the Jarell mountains. After the chains have fallen and the ancours have plunged down into tamriel. They once more emerged and lit the beacons of their solemn vigil.

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Posted Sep 10, 18
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There was quite a commotion at the tavern in Kvatch with a standoff between Lucius Portius and the Horselord, Belisarius Varro. Several threats and barks were thrown by each man before dying down, and both going their separate ways afterwards. Those that saw are unsure of what it could lead too, but word spread that the two former comrades are ready to spill one another's blood should the need arise.
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The Grand Faire has left behind three thousands pounds of litter spread around the streets of Vinovia. Plankards and signs, empty flasks and broken stone plates, and lots and lots of pamphlets, handed out during the faire. Some though will surely make their way to other lands, in the bags of travelers and returning warriors:

Spoiler: Swords of the Empire pamphletShow

Spoiler: Embers of the Empire pamphletShow

Spoiler: Will buy books and notices pamphletShow

Spoiler: Covent of Our Lady pamphletShow

Spoiler: Theater of Dusk and Dawn pamphletShow

Spoiler: Haircuts and Styling pamphletShow
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The normally silent squalor of occupied Bravil was interrupted in the night by the sounds of a riot. Word of the occurrences within the dismal town has struggled to seep through the porous borders of the Heartland into the Gold Coast. Those with the right connections would hear reports ranging from a turf war between two skooma trafficking gangs and an insurrection against Dominion soldiers stationed inside. It's difficult to be sure how many have died in the violence, but it is likely it was quickly quelled being in such close proximity to the Dominion's forward outposts. The town remains sealed, and even the most skilled smugglers in the region have struggled to infiltrate its walls once again.
Posted Oct 11, 18 · Last edited Oct 11, 18
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Words travel through all corners of Cyrodiil. That there is a field filled with dead reachmen. Many of the bodies burned to crisp but few still untouched by the dead flames. All of those untouched, their corpses showed visible signs of lances and swords cutting them down.

Another rumor comes to say that a group of them were guided further south onto the lands comprising the Barony of Aspern.
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Posted Oct 17, 18
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Some time ago fishermen had reported seeing the skies turn dark and gray as a great storm appeared, rain and thunder crashing against the waves. The storm raged for hours until the seas calmed and the sun shone once more. Some others had also seen Lord Portius sailing his flagship along the Abecean the day the storm had struck. It wasn't long after that others had found his banner washed ashore on a beach along the Strid River, leaving the Colovian's fate unknown.
Posted Nov 20, 18 · Last edited Dec 13, 18
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The grasslands of the Eastern Gold Coast are drenched in silence and that silence is wrought in rumour and such things whisper more loudly than the hushed breezes that sometimes blow through. They say that the Lady Fausilli was visited by a man in ebon armor and with silver hair but strangely youthful features. His presence remains to this very day, well after his visitation ceased. She is making strides in politics, and those that seek her out for allegiance find themselves pledged to her and owing a favor that has neither name nor purpose yet, only a promise that they will pay their dues in the future.

The Silver Road to Bruma sees great trade, and for now her holdings there remain uncontested. Furs, armour fashioned of skilled Nord hands, hearty meats, and loaning her military might for their expertise in handling Daedric incursions, seem to bolster her economy.

The House of Black and Gold; of glimmering gilded hands that welcome warmly and hold the world in their fruitful palms and promise they will one day guide Colovia into peace. Of pledges made in dark like sweet whispers layered in aureate sunlight to wrap around one's heart to sooth and calm and to encourage. They say that you shall bloom into the brightest of flowers, and you certainly shall; once the heart is bled until black, for all the House touches becomes tainted. When you bloom into something wondrous, you may not know that it was the darkness that got you there. Or so, that is what they say of the Highlands in Bruma as they mourn the loss of their Baroness, for she is not the Vauletta they have known. Something wicked strangled her goodness, and there is only one person to blame.

Posted Nov 26, 18 · Last edited Nov 27, 18
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Despite a noblewoman's best efforts to silence rumors that plague her recently opened establishment, the tainted words spread like wildfire across Cyrodiil. Loose lips say one of the tavern-keepers for The Wolf's Crest was found dead during its Witch's Festival celebration. Some say a flesh atronach attacked party-goers while they shared tales and ale around a campfire in the nearby woods.

"Don't believe me? Seek out Lady Winmar at The Wolf's Crest and inquire about a job as a tavern-keeper. Bet she hires you."
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