A band of ragged and downtrodden refugees could be seen passing through Varen's Wall. They were carrying what sparse goods they have on their backs and in rotting, caddywhacked carts. Some are shoeless and all covered in the dust of days on the road. The group appears to be made up of many different races, but about half are Imperials, and an assortment of all ages. The group would have made their way down the road towards Anvil then south and east, ending up at an abandoned farmstead west of the Strid River Wayshrine. There the lot began to set up camp, taking advantage of summer's longer days.
The smallfolk of the Gold Coast have been gossipping up a storm. They say that the fanatical flayer attacked the refugee camp set up and the abandoned farmstead. Old women standing by the well and old men fishing say that the killer was done in by a group called Reman's Torch and a priestess of Dibella. Others say something else entirely, of course. All agree that the killer was a rogue Dominion skin-stealer. That it was an Altmer man who had been killing Imperial women to make the perfect disguise of a beautiful war widow with a collection of adopted children. His goal? To win the heart of the Count of Kvatch, marry him, and seize power after murdering him. Of course, the real truth lies with those who helped do the serial killer in.
Lucius Portius was among the individuals assisting Countess Valeria of House Lencolia in the Seige of Harkpoint. Lencolia and Portius soldiers alike saw the Colovian fighting a Dremora before receiving a deadly blow to his skull. Not long after the Imperial fell in battle amidst the heavy fighting between Bretons and Daedra alike.
The refugee camp that had been around the abandoned farmstead in the Gold Coast has disappeared. People might have seen, on Middas the 27th, the lot of about 46 refugees walking past Anvil and up north towards the Brena. With them were a small group of armored and armed men and mer pulling carts of various and sundry things and riding outside the refugee group for protection. No rumors of a scuffle have surfaced, but one crazy old beggar claims they were being sold into slavery to Breton pleasure houses.
The Order of the Red cup has set up in Anvil offering charitable services for all of the poor and downtrodden in the name of Stendarr's mercy. Alms and curative potions are being provided at no cost to anyone who visits their small but growing chapel.
In other news, Anvil's population of beggars seems to be shrinking. some of the city's poorest demographic either seeming to leave town or disappearing all together.
Anvil was in an uproar tonight, as several Gold Coast Trading Company guards awoke from unconsciousness, having discovered that the Company office was raided, executive desks emptied and documents strewn about haphazardly. After hearing the reports from the guards, executives issued an order to ban all poisons inducing unconsciousness, sending bruisers to raid Alchemy shops and destroy all vials of the foul liquid.
One of the guards who was rendered unconscious explained that he found something strange in his pocket when he came to: A singular note of paper, with a smiley-face drawn on it.
No sooner did the abandoned farmstead in the Gold Coast get abandoned again before it got reoccupied. Locals might see bands of goblins setting up there. The beasts would start improving the makeshift barricades and trenches, after erecting boar hide tents. Particularly keen-eyed watchers might notice a lanky Altmer in their midst. Oddly enough, the winds around them carry what might be mistaken for songs.
No-Bite No-How, a resident homeless man in Anvil had this to say from the clay wine barrel he calls home. "Thems the writhing maggots what fell from Shor's rotting corpse. They're here to reek vengeance on those who have strayed from the Shor's path of life and creation. They'll feel the burn for their spurn."
In other news,the Gold Coast Current reports a new barbershop has opened in the city of Kvatch. It's run by a completely shaven Khajiit named Ja'Muzi. He boasts that he gives the closest shaves in all of the Gold Coast. The few that have used his services seem quite satisfied, though the barber insists his specialty is Khajiit.
Luckily Miss Marsia's Meat Morsel shop directly under the barber shop has seen an uptick in customers. In what was derided as the worst food in Kvatch has now become "pretty good pies" as one resident put it. Perhaps Miss Marsia has learned a few cooking and spice tips from her Khajiiti neighbor.
When locals attempted to ask No-Bite about the rumors, they accidentally stumbled upon him masturbating. Those present remember the beggar saying this, after recovering from their mental scars: "Miss Marsia's Meat Morsels are peeeeeoooooople!"
The criminal tavern known as the Hibiscus Rose is going under a complete renovation. Nothing even remotely remains of the tavern currently. The Crimson Razor, whom owns this establishment, state to all and any criminals across Cyrodiil that it will soon be back up and running. But the new renovations are going to utterly change this tavern on the Highlands. Using their vast connections and capabilities within Cyrodiil, the Razor would easily be able to send word on this development to any criminals located in Cyrodiil. Those outside of the province, may hear rumors on this, or perhaps a notice in the more illicit places of the world.
Strange rumors abound in the port city of Anvil as the newly renovated chapel of the Order of the Red caught fire early last week. Unable to do more than contain the blaze to it's origin, the city guard were shocked to find an entrance to a massive set of catacombs below the chapel. As the tombs underneath were blasted and blackened with fire, it is unknown what was down there. The city guard have been visibly active in quelling any talk of the event.
Whiteshore, a small fishing village located upon the coast of the Colovian Highlands, was found vacated recently. All living civilians, while now accounted for, speak of a terrible feeling of dread that drove them to flee in terror. Several townsfolk were reported to have ran directly into the sea and promptly drowned. The local Priest of Arkay has sent a courier southwards, requesting aid from Anvil in administering the Rites to the many deceased.
There is no property damage or evidence of foreign presence within the village. None of the survivors can recall ever seeing, hearing, or even smelling anything out of the ordinary to cause this panic. Words of this event spread so eagerly for this express reason - not a single survivor can claim any logical reason why they felt such horror.
Rumors also spread among the sea-folk of the Abecean. Several ships within the same general vicinity of the coast of the Highlands have been found abandoned, either crashed into rocks or simply floating in calmer sections of water. Trips across the Abecean have recovered bodies of crewmembers belonging to the abandoned ships. The prevailing theory is that, upon sighting a kraken or some other unholy beast, the crews of each vessel abandoned ship. Rumors, are of course, simply that. Fact, however, states that near enough one-hundred sailors perished from this happening.
Wizard Eidenal, of the Anvil chapter of the Mage's Guild, has shown a great interest in these events. As a powerful Illusionist and a widely-known human behaviouralist, his interest in these events has been pronounced, and in the short period since he has already constructed a 'radius' in which the event appears to have occured. This radius finds its focal point roughly five-miles from the nearest coastline, in a spot known in maritime circles as the Bottomless Pond, a small area of sea were no ship has ever managed to find anchor in - no length of chain is ever long enough for the anchor to find rest. Eidenal does not believe this is co-incidence, but he has found himself stumped as to how to continue his research. He and his contacts have posted notices throughout most Guild halls of Tamriel outlining the aforementioned circumstances and requesting ideas or aid in ways to further the investigation.