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Teaser May 1217

As the world of Rues begins to recover from Ravvin’s Perdition and the Night of Guardian’s Glory, there are now some days that pass without them being mentioned. Some folk, in the luckier parts of the world, can look around and not be confronted with the aftermath of war. However, most of Rues still shows the scars, the chasms in the ground, the reconstructed buildings, the piles of rubble and waste, the number of people wearing mourning tokens, and the beasts and Undead that still wander. For these folk, and for all who remember, tales of hope and humanity are welcome. The Ballad of Black Light is particularly popular, recounting the tale of Vayros Black, from whom the ray of light came during the pitched battle against Ravvin. There are also tales of the Harriers, the fearless exploration and skirmish group that has kept the quarantine camp on the northern edge of the Byse safe as cures for Heshmet’s plagues are found.

Another tentative sign of peace and normalcy is the reopening of the gate to the Iron Lily, the upscale spa and relaxation bar in Polazzo. Petra Alexander will be opening the gates to those residing in Fortune’s Bend on Saturday, with accommodations for those who prefer to relax in the finest of comforts as well as for those who just want to get drunk on boxed wine.

Of those places most affected by the wandering undead, most of the reports are heavily weighted with appearances of “shambling hordes dragging their legs behind them, brandishing weapons covered with rotting meat in their one arm.” Where these attacks are worst, survivors report seeing a man with intent, a leader with a wound in his chest who seemed to brush off the attacks of even their best warriors.

The already troubled empire was further shaken in the winter by the sudden devastation of a strong imperial family, the Giovanizzi. While those most closely tied to the imperial regime were not directly affected, around one fourth of the family suddenly died on the same day, at almost the same times. No cause has been publicly identified, though those close to the investigation have leaked that it was an arcane affliction. This has caused fear and alarm throughout, and has even spurred some groups to call for a second inquisition into the arcane and those who use it.

Those Giovanizzi who lost their lives were all living or stationed within Anbara and Inlyrico. The Giovanizzi family is deep in mourning and the emperor has issued a public statement of condolences for their great losses.

Sparians and Ereskial have both been spotted traveling to and from the Imperial Bureaucracy at Fort Hawksclaw. They have been close-mouthed about the details of these meetings, but those in the know say that there is a strong chance that Drakkenspar will join the empire. Whispers around the Ereskial meetings are less promising, including demands of sovereignty. Wholly different rumors speak of a new Ereskial City, one functioning outside the previous iron grip of the oligarchy, called Renatus. It is said to be near the underground river, accessible to small vessels. They have made it clear they are open to negotiations and on the lookout for the best trade offers.

Perhaps because of all the other things to watch, there has been little said about the movements of a group calling themselves the Exalted and operating out of the Chappelarie holdings. Members of this group typically wear white emblazoned with the image of hands bound in supplication, with a key and three red drops breaking the chain. Many of the small outlying churches display this symbol along with the symbol of their deity.

From the regency of Volbrecht comes news of a curious law recently passed by the Warlord Regent. While his focus has mostly been on the reconstruction of his Regency and the protection and reclamation of his northern territory, this law seems unrelated and specifies that no Brecht may interfere with a vested clergy of Jormic who is practicing their faith, so long as that practice does not remove bonded or indentured servants from the regularly expected tasks.

Word has spread from Inlyrico around Rues that the Wild Nation is getting their feet back under them as well, though recent council negotiations were disrupted when the Wolf tribe representative walked out, breaking council for the first time since the tribal accords.

Teaser September 1217

With a great sigh, a patch of earth on the fields of Fortune’s Bend has fallen in, and a soft purple glow emanates from the depths. The grave has opened. Professor Higginbottom, Nightingale, and other authorities on the Shade have calmed the archaeologists and other less seasoned visitors to the miracle town on the river. It is nothing sinister, they assure, it is the Open Grave. This aspect of the Pit will sometimes align his realm to the world of Rues and allow messages to be dropped into it. These messages must be to a person or thing that has passed on or he will not accept them. If he does accept them, then the words may inspire a response. Some report visits of Astral Messengers that looked and spoke exactly as a lost loved one. Others report the resurgence of forgotten memories, or the discovery of a lost letter. Some report no response at all.

All those who wish to, though, are invited to find closure by dropping their words into the Open Grave. It is a rare occurrence, beloved of Shaman, Shadewalkers, and the sentimental. The stronger the sentiment of the message, it is said, the more likely it is to inspire a response. Most of those who try to reach their dead relatives to ask where they buried the money are typically disappointed.

The Open Grave was also a welcome relief to the flood of rumors about the Exalted. Some are saying they have attacked Fortune’s Bend. Others are saying that they have added their might to protecting it. Citizens of Rues are looking to their secular and spiritual leaders for guidance, with high passion on both sides of the argument. Whispers from Fort Firetol and Paradise promise that the head of the Chappelarrie, Sister Maribeth Pargeter, has published an open letter in direct response to the emergence of the Exalted. On their part, the Exalted have fallen quiet, their queries for aid and allies tapering to silence.

As the Imperial bureaucratic presence near Fort Hawksclaw become larger and more demanding of resources. Lord Roger Baldimaar has been recognized by the emperor for the donation of his land and assets in the time of crisis, and for his continued support of the secondary site. He has been named Prime Constable, one of the highest offices in the imperial structure. The Prime Constable serves as commander-in-chief in times of war, and a Supreme Justicier in the High Court during times of peace.

News of Drakkenspar’s alliance with the empire has spread far and wide, sparking both celebration and consternation from citizens. Weisbaden, its relationship with Drakkenspar, come to an abrupt end, have been seen bolstering their fortifications. Even Otkar Weinart, the voice of Weisbaden diplomacy, has not been seen out courting the nations.

This and more has changed in the world of late, and in order to assist people in making sense of it, Sebastian Donato of the the Academy of Diplomats will be conducting one of his periodic seminars where he will discuss the people of the world and how they can be reached. Couriers in particular are encouraged to attend in order to learn how to reach and properly address the subjects of their letters, but the seminar can be of interest to anyone who wants to learn move about the people in places of power and authority in the world. If anyone has any questions about general politics or geography and recent changes to Rues Sebastian will take any questions at the end and do his best to answer them.

More news reaching Fortune’s Bend is that, with great pleasure and much gratitude to the heroes and Harriers, that the Quarantine Camp on the edge of the Byse was able to announce that the cure for the plagues from the war had been given to the most critical cases, and are no longer in short supply. Anyone who is still carrying plague from the War of Guardian’s Glory may obtain a vial of the curative potion from their local guild.

In Polazzo, the Iron Lily continues to open its doors to the citizens of Fortunes Bend. Currently their Tea House is receiving guests for the season. For a nominal fee guests can enjoy any of several varieties of tea as well as light snacks. There are also a number of boutique varieties of tea which can be purchased for a small additional fee.

Finally, the Fairly Decent Players, an acting troupe out of Shiara, will be in Fortune’s Bend on Saturday morning to delight the townsfolk with a read-through of Percy Broquerre’s infamous play, Tea for Five. Everyone is welcome to attend and provide them with feedback for their upcoming debut tour.

Teaser November 2017

Portents. Signs. Omens. From all over Rues, there are rumors.

The clerk in Braeus reports that a client opened his door on a stormy day, and the gust of wind that came in blew all the papers from his desk and shelves. They landed upon the ground in perfect sequential stacks.

The apiary in Inlyrico thanks the genesori for record honey production, and the massive new clutches laid by the queens, thanks in no small part to the prolific and long-lasting bloom season.

Workers whisper tales of turning the corner in a dark cellar only to be confronted with a long, strange corridor, emanating a soft glow.

The weaponsmaster was quite startled to enter the armory and find the weapons gleaming clean, honed to a razor edge even though the grindstone was broken and had been for weeks.

The paupers’ wedding guests rejoiced to find the great feast that had appeared on the tables, mounds of food that no one would admit to supplying.

Acorns are sprouting as they fall from the tree, barkeep’s glasses are found arranged by height, and artists can not sleep as they follow their endless inspiration. The sick recover. The forests gleam with life. Theater troupes flee their trailers, reporting that all of their masks have glowing eyes.

The determined underdog comes out on top, match after match. Townsfolk linger in the public spaces, chatting with neighbors. The Korol rejoice as every dog in their kennel is successfully mated. Mirrors have refused to reflect, much to the alarm of those who stand before them. Seats are flopping daily along the mighty Dragon’s Tail of Shiara. The sunset shimmers with unusual hues.

Bards and friars, all of them dreaming of the same song.

It is agreed that so many strange occurrences and remarkable coincidences can not be without meaning, but what? Sages, scholars, and priests have only theories.

Within the cities, conversations about the portents are sometimes interrupted by talk of the next Convocation at Fortune’s Bend. Word has it that a meeting has been called in the neutral territory, with all of the signatory powers asked to return. Many wonder what all these nations might have to say to each other, and speculation is wild. One persistent rumor is that the nations of Rues intend to claim superiority over the churches and eradicate the jurisprudence of the ecclesiastics. No one will know for sure until the Sunday when it happens.

Those with their ear on a more local drumbeat have heard murmurings- where is Mason Atasir? After all of the help he promised, and all of those he got to rely on him, he up and disappeared. Probably on another hunting trip, his old buddies jest but the more prevalent rumble is that he’s hiding in the Shade until a less dangerous time. Whatever the reason for his absence, it is brought him to the most cardinal of Shiaran sins, that of failing to do the best for his subjects. Others have covered for him, but his seat at the Dragon’s Tail is barely within yelling distance of the head of the table, and the citizens are seeing him in a different, unreliable light.

And those with their ear on the most local of drumbeats have heard that the Blue Mushroom Noodle House will be opening in Fortune’s Bend again on Saturday the 18th, ready with hot noodles for cold, weary heroes.

Event Teaser Spring 1217

As the world of Rues begins to recover from Ravvin’s Perdition and the Night of Guardian’s Glory, there are now some days that pass without them being mentioned. Some folk, in the luckier parts of the world, can look around and not be confronted with the aftermath of war. However, most of Rues still shows the scars, the chasms in the ground, the reconstructed buildings, the piles of rubble and waste, the number of people wearing mourning tokens, and the beasts and Undead that still wander. For these folk, and for all who remember, tales of hope and humanity are welcome. The Ballad of Black Light is particularly popular, recounting the tale of Vayros Black, from whom the ray of light came during the pitched battle against Ravvin. There are also tales of the Harriers, the fearless exploration and skirmish group that has kept the quarantine camp on the northern edge of the Byse safe as cures for Heshmet’s plagues are found.

Another tentative sign of peace and normalcy is the reopening of the gate to the Iron Lily, the upscale spa and relaxation bar in Polazzo. Petra Alexander will be opening the gates to those residing in Fortune’s Bend on Saturday, with accommodations for those who prefer to relax in the finest of comforts as well as for those who just want to get drunk on boxed wine.

Of those places most affected by the wandering undead, most of the reports are heavily weighted with appearances of “shambling hordes dragging their legs behind them, brandishing weapons covered with rotting meat in their one arm.” Where these attacks are worst, survivors report seeing a man with intent, a leader with a wound in his chest who seemed to brush off the attacks of even their best warriors.

The already troubled empire was further shaken in the winter by the sudden devastation of a strong imperial family, the Giovanizzi. While those most closely tied to the imperial regime were not directly affected, around one fourth of the family suddenly died on the same day, at almost the same times. No cause has been publicly identified, though those close to the investigation have leaked that it was an arcane affliction. This has caused fear and alarm throughout, and has even spurred some groups to call for a second inquisition into the arcane and those who use it.

Those Giovanizzi who lost their lives were all living or stationed within Anbara and Inlyrico. The Giovanizzi family is deep in mourning and the emperor has issued a public statement of condolences for their great losses.

Sparians and Ereskial have both been spotted traveling to and from the Imperial Bureaucracy at Fort Hawksclaw. They have been close-mouthed about the details of these meetings, but those in the know say that there is a strong chance that Drakkenspar will join the empire. Whispers around the Ereskial meetings are less promising, including demands of sovereignty. Wholly different rumors speak of a new Ereskial City, one functioning outside the previous iron grip of the oligarchy, called Renatus. It is said to be near the underground river, accessible to small vessels. They have made it clear they are open to negotiations and on the lookout for the best trade offers.

Perhaps because of all the other things to watch, there has been little said about the movements of a group calling themselves the Exalted and operating out of the Chappelarie holdings. Members of this group typically wear white emblazoned with the image of hands bound in supplication, with a key and three red drops breaking the chain. Many of the small outlying churches display this symbol along with the symbol of their deity.

From the regency of Volbrecht comes news of a curious law recently passed by the Warlord Regent. While his focus has mostly been on the reconstruction of his Regency and the protection and reclamation of his northern territory, this law seems unrelated and specifies that no Brecht may interfere with a vested clergy of Jormic who is practicing their faith, so long as that practice does not remove bonded or indentured servants from the regularly expected tasks.

Word has spread from Inlyrico around Rues that the Wild Nation is getting their feet back under them as well, though recent council negotiations were disrupted when the Wolf tribe representative walked out, breaking council for the first time since the tribal accords.