Ye Morning Poste

Brigand Blood Brawl Ends In Carnage
Calls to outlaw heinous sport.

Just a few nights ago, a hideous, disgusting, awful event took place. And we're not talking about Callum Fitzhugh's alleged biannual bath. Oh no.

The group of social outcasts, misfits, and general pests, the Brigands of the Fort - sick and tired of lying in wait and then jumping out on people, robbing them, and beating them near to death used those evil little brain cells, and organised a competition where the aim was (yes, you've guessed it) to jump out on people, rob them, and beat them to death.

The evening began well with little trouble from either hosts or those attending and after many bloody duels Lady Hutula (who has, apparently, reawakened the shadowy cult known as the Spectral Order) walked away with first place and a rather large sum of prize money! But as the evening was drawing to an end members of the Knights Hospitaller, who were apparently looking for the wanted criminal Henry Winter, attempted to arrest one of the female brigands. A skirmish ensued and both sides took losses, but finally the knights were driven out of the gangs lands. Which is, quite frankly, a shame. Your darling reporter isn't one to cry down a good old bash, but when it involves sanctioned attacks? Tsk!


Iglata: Justice unpunished?
A report from a freelance journalist reporting from the Elven Quarter

Early this week a rumour spread round Trinsic's Elven Quarter that despite the Duchy sitting on a mountain of evidence, witness statements, and threatening letters written by the accused himself, the mass-murderer Iglata Slyannan is not to be put on trial, but released with no more punishment than a flogging. This, it would seem from a reading of the laws of Trinsic is all that can be done even were he to be brought to trial and convicted!

The rumour has since spread like wildfire through Trinsic's Elven Quarter and far beyond. It would seem that VanQa's remaining sisters (the ones Iglata has not managed to murder or incapacitate yet) have gone into hiding. Draxandru Rose was certainly not at Wednesday's Free Repairs Hour and has not been seen since. Already there is a small trickle of elves fleeing towards the Trinsic Moongate to safety, though mostly mothers with suckling infants and some aged and infirm hobbling with walking sticks and crutches. Some were heading for Eska'eladlie, others for Heartwood.

Gwen Irima, the new leader of the Trinsic Elves since VanQa lies unconscious after Iglata kidnapped and tortured her, struggles gamely on, trying to be understanding of the incomprehensible callousness of the Duchy response. The Silver Warriors stand firm and await developments, and it is likely the Marksmen Regiment do to, as Captain Devante has been a vocal and active supporter of the elves against Iglata. Perhaps there is a conflict of interest here between the Regiment' loyalist duty to follow the Duchy line and Devante's sympathy for his elven neighbours?

The absence of any official public statement is becoming less comprehensible with each passing day. Indeed, the silence has become deafening. The latest rumour is that the mass-murderer is to be released on Monday. Will this turn a stream of elven refugees into a flood?

There is a growing anger here with wild talk among the hotheads of starting vigilante groups to take the law into their own hands, even of joining the rebels. This is a public relations disaster for the Duchy that looks like paving the way to another murder-spree, and perhaps result in vigilante solutions to the problem that the Duchy is clearly incapable of dealing with.


The Weekend Picture Supplement

Darlings, your art-loving reporter happened to catch a glance of a sketch that was anonymously dropped into the Poste's letterbox just last night. Your sceptical reporter is not sure if this is an accurate representation of some sort of event, or if some scurrilous trouble-bucket has just decided to make a load of trouble. However, it seems some idol-worship may be kicking off amongst the men of Trinsic, such as they are. If anyone recognises people who have been depicted in the picture, please write in and let us know... and if we can have the scoop on this strange ritual, we'd love to hear about it. Lola needs worship too!


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No letters today. Not even fan mail.



Whats on?

Tonight - Sunday - 8pm - Umbra University
Tonight's topic: Transmission & Storage of Magical Energies.

Monday for beer and cheer at the Trinsic Rose!

also

Monday 30th October - 9pm - Trinsic
A quick whip round for Iglata. Punishment for a criminal.

Tuesday 31st October - from 7:30pm - Valoria
Visit the Sword and Shovel Tavern for a Spooky night - a full program of Haloween Horrors!

Know of anything else happening? Let the Poste announce it to all and sundry! Or Monday, or Tuesday!

Ye Morning Poste

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[The news as contained in this post you can take as IC knowledge. However any posts it links to are purely OOC information, unless you happen to have a good explanation why you would know about them IC.]

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Seems alot of varied opinions over this matter! What's your's? Write in and let us know!
-Gretcha Gossip

Just had to put this letter in! -Gretcha Gossip




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What's On


Tonight:
Open For Business! Halloween Special!
Sword and Shovel Tavern Night -19.30 Onwards (Valoria)

Halloween Party!
Come celebrate all things scary! -8.30 Onwards (Stonekeep Tavern)


Tomorrow:

Halloween Party!
Europa Auction's Halloween Party! 21:45 CET (Europa Auction House)
(And Leto's Stolen Pumpkins!)


Repairs!
Trinsic Rose Repair Hour! -7.00-8.00 (The Trinsic Rose)


Open for Business!
Guarding Spirit Tavern! -8 Onwards (Umbra)

Ye Morning Poste

Iglata Battered!
…But not yet splattered!

Iglata - the daft drow whose utterly undue obsession with VanQa earned him the custody of the otherwise useless Duchy guards - has finally been lashed good and proper. The unsavoury creature was bound to the stocks outside the jail for all to see, after which a not-so-familiar face delivered him a total of forty five lashes – a number far above the average Trinsic guardsman’s familiarity.

Apparently unsatisfied with this meagre punishment of a flogging and a lesson in basic mathematics, the crowd jeered and started yelling for the drow to be killed on the spot. The guards overseeing the punishment, however, were surprisingly quick to satisfy their growing hunger of things that make me queasy, and dragged him off to the blacksmiths. At first I, for one, thought they were going to do something imaginative like seal a closed helmet to the wretched drow’s head and allow him to wander into the machete-stowing, torch waving crowd.

Alas, imagination is not a quality that the Duchy strives for, and two hot bars were branded to his hands, resulting in much screaming and even more beaming from the relentlessly revengeful rabble.

With the self-preservation of a blind lemming, the equally disgusting drow Faeryl then wandered into town, screaming and yelling at the guards in a vain attempt to prove Iglata’s innocence, but even the Duchy guards had the sense to drag her off to jail for investigation.

It’s this sort of news - of whippings and beatings - that makes me all warm and fuzzy inside.



Sosaria goes Dress-up Daft!
Hordes follow Britain’s lead in ridiculous outfits.

It was late last night when the first of the wretched halflings came knocking on the Poste Office door with the ultimatum, ‘Trick of treat!’ stressing the ‘treat’ while patting a toffee apple menacingly against the palm of a hand. City kids, these days…

Well it seems that everybody else was having a much better time than me, from what I hear from collected reports of parties in both Stonekeep and Valoria. Our brave Yewish boys decided to host a grand festivity, where they spent much time dressing up in adorable little outfits. The winner of the cute little competition that they ran was none other than Elliot Hoskins, who had decided to dress up as Megumi, ex-Sergeant of the Guardsmen Militia. It should be noted with all due noteyness that the ex-Sergeant in question was not threatening others to vote for Hoskins in a bid to make herself seem the scariest. Cruelty and brutality are sworn strangers to the high ranking Guardsmen boys!

On the other side of the spectrum, in Valoria, the ground might as well have opened up and devoured the collected crowd of heathens. Kai, revoltingly barbaric maul knight of Kaldor, decided that it would be in good humour to dress up as a rather decadent lady, complete with swanky skirt and kinky boots. As if that weren’t enough, the barbaric scum were reported to have been visited by a large fire-breathing demon who, it turned out, was none other than another Kaldorian scumbag, Eowyn. I really do wonder sometimes whether this land of ‘Gorimdor’ they claim to come from is not in fact a very literal hell hole.

[Finally, a guest publication. Thank you for saving my poor tiresome little head from coming out with even more truly professional journalism! - H.H.]



Customs and Exise in Chaos
Former Poste-Reporter causes furore in Britain

Following an in-depth and scathing report published in this week’s edition of “Ye Sosarian Slander” – Britain’s Port Authority finds itself in deep water indeed as former Morning Poste tattle-tale Molly “make-you-or-break-you” Culliton shed a bit more light on the clandestine and underhanded ways of the powers that be in the Loyalist city’s shipping offices.

Although maverick reporter Moll may have rustled enough feathers down Britain-way to have found herself in ‘protective custody’ for two nights at His Majesty’s hospitality, interrogation and chastisement produced nothing more for British officials than more written proof than was wanted, several red-faces at Britain Docks, and this weeks resignation of Vice Officer Boon. We tracked down our former gossip-hound earlier today and asked her if she had plans to make similar investigations in any other taxes and tariffs areas, perhaps those in Vesper or Trinsic? According to Molly we can “Bet her bony behind on it!!” – Customs Officials on the take, you have been warned!!






Rumour..(s)


The well known nutter, Thaur, has been making rash claims that he is responsible for the murder of trashbag Tammy of the hideous Vesper Trading Company. Much as we’d all love to hear this is true, his sanity was put into question when spotted by a truly reliable source having an in-depth conversation with none other than the senseless ‘Cecul,’ leaving him with the words, ‘You’re the only guy that understands me, Cecil.’ The poor thing…




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No letters today. The ones that make up words still don't count.





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Whats on?


For tonight:

Halloween Party!
Europa Auction's Halloween Party! 21:45 CET (Europa Auction House)
(And Leto's Stolen Pumpkins!)


Repairs!
Trinsic Rose Repair Hour! -7.00-8.00 (The Trinsic Rose)


Open for Business!
Guarding Spirit Tavern! -8 Onwards (Umbra)

Ye Morning Poste

Annual Moot Starts Today!
Trinsic hosts the full-on peace-out.

Darlings, it's the time of year for flowers to grow, little birds to sing, and for people to basically love one another (although only after 9pm, behind closed doors, since it's hosted in Trinsic. Dig those local laws!).

Yes - the Moot has returned. Following Britain's successful gathering, the Moot has found its home in Trinsic, and will be getting underway from this evening, just after this edition hits the presses. Many activities are planned throughout the week, and the public is asked to keep an eye on notices around various towns to ensure that they can fully partake of the merrymaking.

There is, of course, a serious side to the festivities; the understanding of the Moot is that emnities are put aside, so that leaders can discuss important matters to secure co-operation for the coming year (netting lucrative trade and protection contracts in the process) as well as allowing common folk (according to the Duke's notes, that includes reporters) a chance to meet with those they'd not normally share a moment of the day with. It's all in the spirit of friendship - so don't be the one to capsize the boat, pollute the bathwater, wake the baby, or disrupt the metaphor.

Things kick off on Sunday with Grand Party at the Meeting Rooms by the park. Entertainment is most assuredly promised!


Kaldorians give Loyalists a bath!
An ignoble sea-dunking for the invading forces

Your clean reporter absolutely adores bathing; it's something she impresses upon everyone she meets, some more often than others. The dirty bu.... Anyway, it's nice to see that the rose-petal-scented (despite the armor) Commander Soulshadow has taken it on herself to give the so-called loaylists a good scrubbing.

The Army of Kaldor were apparently given control by generous but somewhat gullible Royal Commander Jordan Jurrel a couple of years back. Presumeably, he wanted them as far away as possible from the people who were actually Britannian, and these invading forces would be happy elsewhere. Following the Kaldorian's work with the Rebels, the loyalists have seen fit to take it on themselves to eject the Kaldorians from the island of Serpent's Hold, presuming that the Commander was displeased with the Kaldorians assisting the rebels.

Well, regardless of Jurrel's thoughts (and believe me, your darling reporter couldn't regard him less, since he hasn't called, hasn't written, etc.) the Kaldorian's kept their feet firmly on the ground, and made the offending offenders less offensive by giving them the push off the island. That'll teach them! Now, if only Commander Soulshadow would bring mandatory washing into the ranks of the Duchy Guard...


The Weekend Picture Supplement

Following last week's picture, a new one has been sent to your art-sensitive reporter, who must admit the likenesses are spot on!


[b]Notices

The following buildings are up for lease in Trinsic

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Encyclopedia Magicka
Rent a month 400 gold

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Baked Delights- Bakers
Rent a month 200 gold

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The Travellers Inn ?
Rent a month 500 gold

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Honourable Arms - Weaponsmiths and the adjoining Brotherhood of Trinsic - Trainning Hall
Rent a month 500 gold

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Shining Path Armoury
Rent a month 400 gold

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Trinsic Stablery
Rent a month 200 gold

Kaelyn, responsible for trade and licenses in Trinsic


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Dear Poste,
I noticed that the contract you have with Trinsic for

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The Tinkers guild including the Poste office
Rent a month 600 gold

has expired.

You are hereby asked to pay for the months from August to November, which amounts to the sum of 2400 gold.
If you have not paid the outstanding fees until the tenth of November, your printing machines and all other things in those building will be the property of the Duchy.
As alternative for paying the full sum we might come to an agreement to run adverts for the Duchy in the poste, or maybe some articles we ask you to print for us.

Kaelyn, responsible for trade and licenses in Trinsic

[Lola says: Not again! That Rita; she's always on about deliver this story, don't miss the deadline - and she's gone and diddled the Duchy once more! Your impoverished reporter thinks the Poste - as a public service - should be a free service; and live tax free. What do you think? Is someone going to by the Poste out of its destintution? Or are we going to have to become the Duchy Sponsored Organ of News?]


Whats on?

Tonight - Sunday - 7:30pm - The Moot Starts!
Get to Trinsic Park for fun and frolics!

The Moot runs all week - keep an eye on the Moot Annoucement Thread for more updates.

Know of anything else happening? Let the Poste announce it to all and sundry! Or Monday, or Tuesday!

Ye Morning Poste

Trinsic Moot!
Day One..
Sent in by A Freelance Reporter

During the first nights festivities Young Erika Twothumb was cornered at her table by
no less than ten Covians including their baron looking to carry her off to marry and
Breed (their very words) with their Baron. Promiseing Riches and power. The Neice of
Baron Kain Twothumb Kept her composure as long as she could. Unfourtunately for the
Coveians Newly Arrived Neice of Vespers own Captain Hanse Davion, Lyonya Davion Came
To Miss Twothumbs rescue and Sorted them out in short order. With a finnal "Bugger off!"
Succeded in a fine display of Vesperian courage and bare honesty.

Overheard talking to The Duke of Trinsic Irvyn Middlethorn, The Baron of Vesper Kain Twothumb
and former Duke Of Trinsic Ikus Middlethorn Comander Jordan Jurrel Stated clearly that
He did not condone The Guardsmen Militia of Yew's Actions. That they acted outside of the
Permission or interests of the Throne.

Ivan The Cook Went around bringing not only Food but good humor to the guests of the Moot With his jokes and levity. One such joke had Miss Erika Twothumb holding her sides in laughter. (A joke of Dwarves nuns and Penguins I hear)

Duke Irvyn, Ikus Middlethorn and Baron Octavious were not the only Men of power at the moot without a lady on their arm. The Baron of Vesper Was wifeless at the festivities. A dissagreement perhaps? An unhappy home? Or could it be as it's been roumored She has been sent off since the invasion? Or maybe even done in! No one knows since she has yet to be seen in as many months.


Trinsic Moot!
Day Two..
Sent in by A Freelance Reporter

Undead activity rises as Erika Twothumb is snatched off her stool and under her booth by What could only be described as a nasty undead hissing thing In the middle of the joust! unbeknownst to the crowd An interveiw at knife point! How Miss Erika Kept her composure in such a situation is beyond this reporter. I had the chance to catch up with her after the events of the eve for the scoop! Here is the news from the brave girl who lived it!

I was sitting there watching the joust minding the booth while Captain Davion was refereeing. All of a sudden a foul smelling hand clasp over my mouth and dragged me under the booth! It put a blade to my throat and told me if i tried anything it would kill me.
It kept calling me flesh bag asking me questions like what were we hear for. I told him it was a moot he asked if it were dangerous. I simply told it it was a gathering. He asked if we were at war and who with why we weren't fighting. Then it said that the guardian required blood. To Feed on or something.
It wanted to eat me! *shudders* I say it comunicate with a hooded figure. It then ordered me to kill a yewian not far away.A girl in green and grey. Stab her in the back it told me. "We'll be watching" it said. It gave me a daggar and dragged me to standing told me again to stab her in the back. It would have succeded no doubt had it grabed on of those honorless wretches but I'll not stab anyone in the back! I'm no assassin! I went as close to her as I could to make it think I would do it I then screamed Hanses name and rushed in the arena. I yelled at them to kill then told em as much in such a short time as i could Undead! I yelled Kill them! They assaulted me! We felled them in short order. Lyonya asked if I was alright and if I was under that table the whole time. Fecking right I was! damn filthy buggers! I can still smells the thing!

Well there you have it folks!
Who is this Guardian that demands blood?
Why the unsuspecting girl in green as a victim? perhaps because she was the closest yewian? or was it something else?
Could it be "The Guardian" has returned?
Was it all planned or just the undead seazeing the oppotunity?

These are only some of the questions that come to mind. This reporter will keep her eyes peeled but her soul safe in the search for the scoop!

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[Lola says: Not again! That Rita; she's always on about deliver this story, don't miss the deadline - and she's gone and diddled the Duchy once more! Your impoverished reporter thinks the Poste - as a public service - should be a free service; and live tax free. What do you think? Is someone going to by the Poste out of its destintution? Or are we going to have to become the Duchy Sponsored Organ of News?]

upon reading this, I offer to pay your fees. I ask nothing in return and do not even ask a mention for it in the newspaper as I am not interested in such things. (unless you HAVE to tell kaelyn where those money comes from, then I'll understand).
I am a scholar and it is in my interest that free flow of information runs trought britannia information that isn't aligned with any political parties, whathever it be loyalist, rebel, or even the royal britannian guard.
I will ensure, if you let me, that your newspaper remains free from all influences to ensure your freedom of speech and the right for every citizen of sosaria for informations that aren't polluted by civil war propaganda.
-Ravida

Very kind of you Ravida, I will leave this letter ontop of the pile at the office so the other writers may see and make an informed decision. Thank you again - Gretch Gossip



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Our mailbox remains empty, no love letters this week, not even hate mail! Come on readers let us know someone picks up the poste! Tell us anything, any news is new worthy! Who do you have that crush on? Tell someone where to shove it! Anything!
Don't forget we also print advertisements. In need of a cleaner? We'll find one for you! In need of staff, or to advertise a party? Let us know!!
We cannot do this without you!

-Gretcha Gossip




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What's On

Tonight:

Trinsic Moot!
Day Three of the Trinsic Moot - (Trinsic)
Questions and answers evening! With refreshments served, compliments of The Trinsic Rose


OOC: Thank you to all of those contributed and helped with todays issue! You're the best /OOC

Ye Morning Poste

Stupid Shelly Seized!
Or ?Cantankerous Kaldorian Captured? ? I couldn?t decide?

Indeed! The greenskirted hell-raiser Shelly of Kaldor was most virtuously captured a mere two nights ago whilst going about her shady and indecent business in the dark alleys of Trinsic. Our heroic abductor, whose identity remains a mysterious mystery, was reported to have mugged and dragged off the deserving blonde nitwit, before returning to Trinsic to make her demands.

After an unsuccessful attempt at bargaining with the unashamedly dim-witted Cecil, who offered ?A dingluh bell!? for his comrades release, she made her way to the recently-recovered Commander Soulshadow to offer a most reasonable ransom. Most predictably, the rather unladylike Kaldorian Commander had underhand plans of her own and attempted to take our heroine prisoner. Unfortunately, it was at this point that femininity presented its bill to our poor philanthropist as she got into quite a tangle with her long pink skirt. She fell only moments later by ?Lady? Soulshadow and Sergeant Kaelyn of the Duchy guards.

As a pathetically poor winner, the Commander then issued a series of threats, involving pliers, toenails and even hair-pulling! Just how low can those Kaldorians go to make up for a bit of intelligence? In any case, our poor beaten-up abductor was forced to spill the beans on the location of Maul Knight Shelly, who was then most unjustly freed and let back into society.

On a more positive note, it was heard that our little heroine managed to escape the cruel Kaldorian clutches and is now poised, waiting for her vengeance. Kaldor beware!


Duchy Guards Doodle
Just when you thought the Guards were useless?

Yes, we?ve had a couple of very ?abstract? pictures sent into us by none other than Sergeant Kaelyn of the Duchy guards, clearly very impressed with the quality of her guards? work. It certainly looks like they?ve been drawing attention to themselves at any rate:

*Before you is a sketch that is definitely something. It appears to be some sort of humanoid, most likely male with hair sticking a wee too much out a wee to wee too many sides. The arms, or rather, the sticks, seems to reach out towards you.
The hair seems to be a blonde colour, mixed with some brown, and the clothes are a horrible blue.
The lines around the ?person? seem blurred, making the image seem more like an eerie ghost than a real person. There is a cloakish thing hanging on the ?man?s? shoulders.
In one hand there is a sword, seeming like a two handed sword held in one hand, and in the other is a shield with the Ankh painted in grim yellow on a black shield.
Under the image is a text saying ? Lord Duke Irvyn Middlethorn of Trinsic? and the initials D.I. quite well in the lower right corner of the sketch.
The picture has the name ?Darrick? written on its backside*


*A rather abstract looking painting. As you look at it more you start to notice a main figure stern stature.
Looking at it even longer you can start to make out this person wears a cape, doublet, trousers, fancy shirt and sash all brightly coloured and very neat.
Below the figure is a sea of read and copper, which can be viewed as being a mass of guardsmen and other loyal subjects.
Just as you are about to look away, you spot in the left bottom corner a small but familiar looking red haired character dressed all in red and copper arms. She sits by what looks to be a cauldron and seems to be calling out to what looks like smaller persons who are gathered around the guards.
There is bits of the mall persons in the cauldron and the figure is holding a spoon with an eyeball on to her mouth. The picture has the name ?Kiri? written on its backside*





Letters

To Those In Authority at The Poste:

I, Lady Hutula Sanctos of Magincia, financial overseer of the Sosarian Trade Federation and Union, and Council Elder of the Village of New Paws, hereby offer to pay The Poste's rent for a period of Twenty Four Months. This will total 14,400 gold coins.

Myself and my associates believe the Poste is a valuable resource to all people's, and we can not allow it to fall on bad times.

Please advise Kaelyn of Trinsic that she may charge me personally for the Poste's 600 gold per month fee, and that I will pay it for two years in advance.

I wish the Poste the best of luck and continued success.

-*signed*-
Lady Hutula Verita Sanctos
-Sosarian Trade Federation and Union, Village of New Paws.

[Gosh, yet another rich benefactor. At this rate, writing might be a profitable career! It?s good to see people giving to a worthy cause such as quality unbiased reporting. We?ll certainly write you a few nice stories, Lady Hutula! ? H.H.]





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What's On
Tonight:

9pm - Tarrot readings at the Keg and Anchor!

Ye Morning Poste

The death of an alliance?
and maybe the birth of a grudge..

As the title reads ladys and gents yesterday evening may have been the end of the Haven alliance with Cove as Captain Isangor was put straight by Covian Junior Flina Trix after being horridly rude to a bunch of idling Covians!
According to my sources he insulted the red haired strumpet after shoulder barging each of the other soldiers seemingly unprovoked! Soon after the incident a slagging match began followed by a draw of weapons, Flina Trix coming out victorious.
But oh no, Ladys and Gents, this wasn't the end of it only minutes later grumpy old man Darkion showed up to cause more trouble and this time was with the Barons own son, blonde haired hunk Raziel Richter! I'd have a piece of him I would, your beloved reporter doesn't often say such things but in this case it is true. The end of the conflict was solved with a swift duel of dominance between Darkion and Demarian Telawhatshisname, Demarian coming out top.
The old fool didn't take kindly and stomped off growling under his breath, but Lady's and Gents I would too if I had a ridiculous beard like him. No matter Darky grab a couple of razors and you could too be sort of handsome.


Crazy naked game
Yewish refuse to take part..

I, your beloved reporter Polly Patterson was quite shocked by the amount of naked men whom ran passed me yesterday as a Battle Royal held by Elliot Heath and Killian turned into some naked man loving brawl! According to my most trustworthy sources that half of Cove and all of Yew refused to take part in 'activity' as it most frowned upon by everyone who is not Trinsican.
Next time warn me so I can wear a blind fold as I'd rather not see a bunch of Trinsican misfits naked!

Archery contest
Written by Sergeant Kaeylyn

Thank you all that came and I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.
So I will now announce the winners and participants of the competition.

Zach: Score 440, Estimated 400, Difference 40
Morik: Score 390, Estimated 400, Difference 10
Davion: Score 340, Estimated 200, Difference 140
Drisda: Score 310, Estimated 400, Difference 90
Eve: Score 300, Estimated 300, Difference 0
Soname: Score 175, Estimated 220, Difference 45
Terris: Score 135, Estimated 325, Difference 190
Mela Arkay: Score 134, Estimated 200, Difference 66
Tiggarn: Score 57, Estimated 110, Difference 53

The person with the least difference of announced score and shot score with a difference of an amazing zero was Lady Eve.
She earned all our praise and a fine bow and a check of 5000 gold which she hoepefully spends on something nice.
The best shot with a score of 440 was Zach Moorgard and as prize he won a special bow.

The prize for the least score went to my love Tiggarn and he won a special bow and a kiss from me.

Thank you all for participating and I hope to see you at the next contest.


Rumours

Have I been hearing correctly Lady's and Gents? Has yet another love bug hit Cove?! From what i've heard love letters are being sent between Covians and bunches of flowers are too. What is this?! The Army of Love?

Speaking of love, Swaggers Becca and rough, tough Hanse Davion have recently been having a great handful of lovers tiffs! Move to Cove you two and you will soon feel better. Speaking of Davion a certain young Davion has been causing in trouble in Yew simply by going there thinking she would be welcome with open arms. Wake up love.



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Empty..Nothing at all, no one moaning about us! No love letters.


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Whats on?

With the moot now over what is there to do?! Woe is me lady's and gents.
A great load of...NOTHING!

Ye Morning Poste

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The Fate of Iglata

He was to be released after doing a short period of hard labour. But rumours, some wild and fantastic, have been flying concerning his fate.

It seems he was the victim of vigilante justice - on the streets of Trinsic, no less. More embarrassing still for the Duchy, the citizen execution took place while he was working on a chain gang, under the very noses of the guards overseeing him!

Or was the purpose of the attack not citizen justice but something more sinister? Rumours are rife. One was that he was attacked and killed by a couple of wild animals. Then there is the strange sequel in which it is rumoured that a dog - presumably a shapeshifter - packed up his remains in a bag of sending and despatched them.

This sounds to me like an attempt to preserve his remains for raising as an undead.

There are many questions concerning what happened to this monster responsible for so much misery to the Trinsic Elves and the lady VanQa and her family in particular.

The silence from the Duchy on the matter is so loud as to be almost deafening, especially in view of the extensive public concern in the whole Iglata affair.

It seems we will never know the truth. It would be an appalling miscarriage of justice if the monster were to be raised as an undead creature to continue his trail of death and persecution. The Duchy would have to bear the full responsibility for such a horrific outcome, and all the further misery and pain that would result.

Jern Fretting
Freeman of the Duchy of Trinsic
early September 359 SR

The Recent Return of the Fabulous Oona Moonstone! Fashion Goddess!

Avid followers of fashion were delighted to find that the legendary tailor Miss Oona Moonstone had come out of retirement for a week to visit old friends and settle some affairs. (No, you naughty people, *business* affairs!)
Garments by Miss Moonstone have long been cherished by those appreciative of the finer things in life for their exquisite stitching and cut, so her brief return made it possible for a few more lucky addicts of haute couture to acquire a treasure.
We wish the lady a pleasant retirement, but if those nimble fingers should return once more there will be some smiling faces in Sosaria!

[move over Muldran Skully and Sally Buttinz and Lereia the FashionQueen is still the best]

A Poem Found Etched on a Cave in Vesper Graveyard

My blade is dark with blood and grime,
I am no paladin,
No virtue can be served by me,
I walk a world worn thin.

My skin is dark with blood and grime,
My words no longer free,
I carve them into stone turned rough,
By lost naivety.

My thoughts are dark with blood and grime,
The veil is ripped away,
I soothe myself with searing pain,
To face each darker day.

My soul is dark with blood and grime,
I see no holy light,
My pledge is shadowed, yet heartfelt,
I stand with you-and fight!

This poem was etched on a cave in the Vesper Graveyard which leads to the Lost Lands. There was a crudely drawn broken crown found just below the poem itself. This information comes to us from one who knows this cave well apparently and the report itself has some dried orc-blood on the corner.

A letter has been leaked to us …

To Reann, Justice of Trinsic.

Greetings. I had considered writing this letter in the language of the Drow, but you would be unable to read it. I then thought I would write in your own language, but then you do not understand the language of elves very well either. So I have settled for the common tongue. I want there to be no misunderstandings. You see there are none so blind as those who look but do not see, and none so deaf as those who hear but do not listen. That is you.

Do you know what justice is Reann? Do you understand the concept? To hand out JUSTICE you have to JUSTIFY your actions. You have to PROVE to be right. And yet you did not do this with me. I was accused of some heinous crime brought by some male who’s hatred for my sister is well known. He did it because he stupidly thought he could get her through me. And as your hatred for Vierna is just as strong, you bought it…..you let your emotion run riot.

I denied my involvement when you questioned me, I still do. You had no corroborative witnesses to say I kidnapped him. You had no corroborative witnesses to say I tortured him. You had only the word of one deluded male. And yet on this basis you chose to pass judgement and find me guilty. Is that justice? No it is not. His word against mine, not good enough. You cannot PROVE I did it.

Among other slanderous things, you accused me of being a liar. Perhaps I am. But even if I have lied and did lie about everything else, that does not PROVE I was lying about the kidnap and torture. And what makes you so sure the male was not lying. He is a Drow after all and "all drow are liars"….your own words Reann. The fact that the male has, according to you, some sort of branding in the image of a spider also does not PROVE I did it. For all I know, and you for that matter, it could have been put there during some drunken orgy he now regrets. To pass judgement, Reann, you need PROOF. And you cannot PROVE a thing.

So Reann, I am going to be fair to you. Something you were not with me. Because I am fair minded and not a bitter individual, I am going to give you a chance to redeem yourself. I am going to let you JUSTIFY your title as JUSTICE.

I want a public announcement that I am innocent of all charges. A public apology that you wronged me and that I am now exonerated of all accusations. Let us see if you are HONOURABLE enough to do that. Prove to me you are not a hypocrite and a puppet.

Oh one last thing. Failure to do so may mean that I will take out proceedings to sue you personally, the city of Trinsic and the Duke as your employer for wrongful arrest, wrongful judgement and wrongful punishment.

Faeryl Hun’ett

[the Hooded Claw says its time for Trinsic to return to being a City of Honour and investigate such slander]


Events:

The Rusty dagger tavern on Thursday evening.
http://www.f4g.net/forum/showthread.php?t=931

End of Part One

Thank you to the contributors

Ye Morning Poste

Part Two - Thats Postewang!

Spook Shady Dealings in Darkened Places Possibly Inhabited by the Shadows

The Hooded Claw - master of mystery has learnt that not only has recently returned from a long aand mysterious sleep Hutula Sanctos been out and about looking for Green-haired fop Muldran Skully but Blue haired black widow of death "how many husbands are buried under my castle" Tabbitha has been on the lookout for careless whisperer Callum Fitzhugh.

Gossip and rumour leads us to believe the Shadowcourt are in fact trying to destroy Sosaria and all its inhabitants and make a new life in a new galaxy far far away.

[what a galaxy is I dont know so dont ask]

Tales of Box Construction , Gates and Blackrock are abounding in the hidden snowy valley of Rhovanion where deranged lunatic Muldran Skully continues to meddle with Balckrock.

More Davions in Vesper?

Yes apparently so. What they are up to and why is their own business. A startled Vesperian told us "we are glad thems more Davions here!". Twothumb has also been seen giving more gold to the poor and commiting word jousts with blonde bombshell Jordan "my neck is a bit stiff from all that bowing" Jurrell.

Jurrel Enjoys Trinsic

Apparently Jordan Jurrel enjoyed the Trinsic Moot so much he attended twice! And he wants to pass on his thanks to the organisers! So well done to the Duke , Moiraine and all the Duchy for their hard work.Thanks to to anyone who helped make a great week in Trinsic [ we hear Twothumb himself was a big help as well ]

[and a big thankyou to the core creators for their hospitality and organization]

What Happened Next?

An artist sent in this ancient sketch and a secret benefactor has offered 5000 golden crowns if you can tell us "what happened next"


Or even who and what is going on here?

Ye Morning Poste

Part Three - Reaching the Parts other Hooded Claws cannot Reach!



Rumours from the North

Lyonya Davion and Gerak of The Vesper Tradeing Company have shared more than drinks, Much to the dismay of her Uncle Hanse Davion.

It seems Erika Twothumb is not only plauged by the undead's questioners and the Covians looking for a new young woman to marry and breed with their Baron but she also seems to have caught the eye of Goldielocks himself Comander Jurrell!
What Will her uncle say!

Still no sightings of the Baroness Twothumb. Missing for so long. Where ever can she be? A lovers tryst with a guard? A much needed seperation from her BADLY dressed and fashion challanged husband and Lord?

Is that a Vesper Fair on the horizon? I think it might be if the tales of the towns folk be true. And ofcourse everyone loves a fair!