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Heard in Haven: February 1999 Title: Whispers in Atesh-Gah... It is rumored among the shudra and whispered within the lowest of the naraki, it is breathed within the halls of the Atesh-Gah itself: the Varati Foreign Minister, Kiral Khalida, has chosen, at last, a wife! Wonder upon wonders, the story that is passed about behind hands and fans is that the woman Shakir of Clan Khalida, Shahar, has likewise been offered a union, and that these events are one and the same! Only time will tell if an official proclamation shall transpire...  Title: Fire and Ice Nighttime, Haven. Frozen rain pelts the ground lightly, a light sheen of sleet flowing across the neutral city, but the city is far from intimidated by the weather. Even in the Rialto, business proceeds as normal amid the bundled masses. The merchants croon to passing would-be buyers, singing the praises of their wares. In the stark contrasts of the Varati and Empyrean sectors of the city, life continues. But in the Palladium and Atesh-Gah, Rialto and Korallion, even in the highest reaches of the Citadel, the lookouts awaken, their senses sharpen as they spy fire in the sky on the horizon. Twenty individual torches defy the inclement weather, an Empyreal formation. The winged unit soars over the span of the city, beginning a gentle bank for the Palladium. As the Praetorians fade from the shadows into the lights of the city, the standard of Empyreal Tribune Craft Nestorian Astorius is seen snapping in the wind. And just as simply as the display of fire has appeared, it fades into the Empyreal sector of Haven. Title: A Crumbling Empyre... With the war dragging on for months now, the Empyre has felt the strain. Refugees from Duropolis, Parnassus, Lycenae, Ambitum, and other cities have flooded into new territories, seeking safety, shelter, sustenance, and supplies. Roads are crowded with the weary and footsore, and travel throughout the Eastern and Western Empyre is difficult. But the stories and rumors spread faster than wings can fly, it seems. By now, news of the victory at Parnassus has become common knowledge, but it is a small prize after the losses of Callisar's Eyrie, Duropolis, and Ambitum -- and the utter destruction of Lycenae. Citizens who managed to escape in time give a terrifying account of how the wrath of a god took the form of a volcano pulled from the very heart of the earth, and how the screams of the damned were heard for miles before they were silenced forever. That is not the only catastrophe to befall the "rulers of the sky." The Princeps of the Aegis, Lysander Marius Acesian, is dead -- assassinated, most say, though others speculate that he took his own life because he could not bear to see his beloved Empyre humbled. News hit Haven first, and is gradually being carried by herald and messenger alike to the rest of the citizenry. The Aegis is without a voice, and the Empyre is without a leader. For Lysander Acesian's death is preceded by yet another tragedy -- the Emperor Lucian Deiepetes has been accused of murder and treason. The specifics are unknown, though it is said that the case is being tried in Civitas Dei, and war or no war, the trial will commence. Even the death of the Princeps has not forestalled the inevitable conclusion. If the Aegis unseats the boy-ruler, who then will don the mantle of leadership? Could even a new ruler bringruler bring hope back to a crumbling Empyre? Weakened, humbled, and bitter, the citizens of the Empyre grow restless for an end to the bloodshed, and the rallying words issued to their mongrel population by the Varati have not fallen on deaf ears. Perhaps some will heed the cry and rise up against their masters. But while the Empyre may be vulnerable -- fractured both from within and without -- their pride runs deep. The question is whether or not that pride will see them through another battle, or if the once-great Empyre will fold and admit defeat. Title: The Arrival of the Iruka (This rumor is very prevalent in the dockside area and those districts that are adjacent to the sea). Yesterday at noon, a magnificent ship proudly steered its way into the harbor. It was a grand galley that was Atlantean in design, but bore many elements of other cultures in its design. The grandest thing about it was its tremedous ivory sails that spread outward in much the same way as the wings of a sea-gull. Though it bore the standard of the Atlantean people, as well as the onyx pendant of the Orcinus Decemvirate... it was crewed by a composite crew of many different races. It docked and the first person off the ship was a tall Atlantean with skin black as the darkest night. He silently left the ship with no entourage and headed toward the Korallion. Title: Getting Ahead... Or a head as the case may be. The word sweeps through the Varati sector of Haven and into the Rialto. From there, it's anyone's guess as to where it might go. There is a head, freshly removed, it would seem, from the body, on a spike before the walls of the Atesh-Gah. Those who might have known him will recognize the face of one Atisal, a self-proclaimed dulta, a fallen and outcast assassin. Why this grisly thing is on display is known to only a few, and whispered about by many. Some say he stole a woman from Khalid's harem itself. Still others say he was caught stealing from the Pasha's coffers. Truth? You be the judge. Title: Fire in Bordertown A passerby noticed smoke coming from the window of an empty building in Bordertown today, prompting a call for help, and the fire was put out quickly. The damage done to the interior was bad, but since the fire had been caught fairly soon after being set, it didn't spread. In the main room was found the body of a mongrel beggar-child known for his skill at picking pockets and avoiding the Hounds. The Hounds arrived on the scene as the fire was extinguished, but their stay was short-lived and some question whether they are even taking the matter seriously. Some even say the Archon was briefly on the scene, but the rumors of Bordertown are often less than reliable. Title: Woodland Troubles Word is spread quickly through the armies of the warring parties. The Apisachi have withdrawn any sort of threat to involve themselves in the war. At the same time, they have issued forth word to the leaders of both parties, that the walking wounded, and only wounded, will be allowed to travel through Apisachi lands. Though still under escort, this will cut days of journey time off of some trips. The stories from those wounded, allowed through the woods are all bizarre and twisted. Always escorted by what would seem to be scouts or hunters, the wounded are constantly feeling the hair tingling nature of being watched. Animals, more than normally expected, are seen moving about the sides of the trails. An entire pack of wolves is often glimpsed in clearings away from the trails. But never are the wounded attacked. Indeed, Sylvan healers move through the wounded, tending the more deadly injuries, but never is anyone fully healed. At the heart of it all, moving swiftly from trail to trail, making sure things stay moving is the core group of the Apisachi: their Sachem, his mates, and several other graisha. There is something feral about the northern wood-dwellers, something so very animal in everything they seem to do. Even their Sachem, known to be a graisha, seems even more feral than ever before. Title: Another Attack in Bordertown After some fuss in Bordertown, a young man could be found babbling away to everyone who would listen, all about his version of the story. "Lawlessness is just out of hand these days, around here. Why, just a while ago, TempestTouch, the branded healer, was attacked by some horrible person for no reason whatsoever. If I hadn't been coming, I'm sure it would've been worse. It was a big man, huge, with an enormous club in his hand, he just struck her down and was about to hit her again when I yelled. Then he ran, coward that he was, to attack a helpless female. But I saved her. I got help for her and everything. The monster had broken her arm, can you believe it? But I saved her." As soon as his immediate listeners convinced the boy to shut up, he merely continued on to find another audience for the tale... Title: Varati Announcement The following speech became known through Haven quite quickly: Kiral Khalida, the rather infamous Varati Foreign Minister, took to a podium outside Atesh-Gah guarded heavily by the Agni-Haidar. Looking more somber than he usually tends to be in public, he announced grimly: "First and foremost, the Varati Kingdom would like to extend its sympathies to the Empyre and the members of House Acesius on the untimely death of Princeps Lysander. We hope the responsible parties will be brought to justice swiftly. "Unfortunately, I bring grim tidings. Due to the extensive nature of the war and any lack of a response from the Empyre on all diplomatic efforts, the Foreign Ministry has been removed from the position of being able to negotiate an end to the war. The Amir-al has decreed that the Emperor -- or in his absence since it is believe that he has been deposed -- someone of authority or significant power to negotiate on behalf of the Empyre, must meet with the Amir-al himself and his grand army under a banner of truce in Arelate if there is to be an end to this war. Furthermore, the Amir-al has decreed that if no one from the Empyre with significant power to end the war on behalf of the Empyre meets with the grand army in the span of three weeks of this speech being made, the Varati Kingdom will be forced to assume that the Empyre will not make peace under any sort of reasonable conditions and therefore will only accept unconditional surrender and will not desist in hostilities against the Empyre until such a time that the government agrees to said surrender. The Varati Kingdom implores the Empyreal government to act swiftly. Missives have already been sent to Dea Kalypso and Imperator Stavros. In the absence of the Emperor and Princeps, the Pontifex of the Praetorian Guard, or an equally powerful Tribune, the Imperator himself or someone of enough clout and power to negotiate an end to the war will be accepted."
Title: Korallion Proclamation (This message is spread all throughout the town by Korallion Guardsmen... they seem to be speaking this message primarily in the Varati and Empyreal Quarters and they are not answering any other questions rather than the message that they have been sent to give). "People of Aether, For far too long, the world that we know has been in the grips of a destructive war that has brought sorrow and pain to many people of all races. A proud people are on the verge of a horrific end from which they may never recover... and an equally proud people are on the verge of committing a horrible crime from which the combined weight of history will never forgive them. The other races have been affected as well. The Sylvan people are forced to suffer the desecration that battle visits upon the sacred nature that they value, and the Atlantean people know sorrow from each life that is lost, from each story that is prematurely brought to an end. "The Atlantean people have watched this state of affairs and have decided that now is the time to act... we hope to bring all sides of this conflict to the table of negotiation. We offer ourselves as a third party that can bridge the gulf between the Empyreans and the Varati... we also offer the Sylvan people the opportunity to sit at the table as equal partners in peace. Over the next few days, Atlantean Ambassadors will be calling upon you for an answer to our summons for negotations. Peace is quickly passing out of reach... and it need not be. Please consider our offer." Orman Kai, Decemvir of the Ormani People Title: North of the Walls The Rialto is abuzz with the news of goings on to the north of the city -- just north of the city walls, in fact, where a makeshift collection of tents has gone up, built by the refugees fleeing from the war to the north. They bring further tales of vast Varati armies, privation, burning fields, and some claim to be eyewitnesses to the raising of 'Mount Lycenae,' as well. A goodly number of them simply pass through Haven, having had enough time during evacuation to bring supplies and trade goods with them: they procure passage to the estates of relatives and move on. But there are those unfortunate who either did not have the time for such or those who had no possessions of worth to begin with. Hungry, sick, freezing, they fill the city's parks and free spaces and overflow into their little shanty town to the north. A cry went up on the day the Varati invaded the pitiful little city. But the cries of fear soon turned into wonder: the Varati, mostly women, servants, and hired mongrel helpers, moved among the clumps of mean housing, bringing food and blankets and fuel for fires. The fuel itself deserves comment: it is driftwood and a dense kind of seaweed, removing the refugees' need to roam towards the Sylvan forests in search of firewood. Presently, the Varati and their hired helpers are working to expand the city, replacing makeshift wool and cotton tents with sturdy canvas ones, digging drainage channels and latrine pits, bringing in supplies and seeing that they are distributed as fairly as possible. Refugees are encouraged to help, when physically able, in the organization of the tent city before they move on to other places. And no one, not even the hated Empyrean enemy, is turned away in their hour of need. Word has it that Delphic healer-mages either have been seen visiting or are rumored to soon be visiting the encampment. Title: Short, Small Note Almost missing throughout the entire war was the sea-captain, Giraldine, or as some people faintly remember, "The Whip." Some say that she spent her long days within her ship's belly. Most acknowledge that those days were a drunken haze to their mistress. For all rumours, it seems that Giraldine has ventured forth from her ship, some say with tiny spoils of sunken ships, and looking very much worse for the wear, enters Haven again. Title: Journey of the Aegians In the early morning light of day on Monday, two griffins were seen leaving Palladium, ridden by the only two living and breathing Aegians residing in Haven. A third Empyrean, a guard, was seen trailing a wingspan behind the two griffins, drifting in order to preserve energy for the long journey. No word was given on their destination, but with the death of the Princeps, and the trial of the Emperor, and the heavy criticism being received for the continuing war, it can only be assumed that they were headed into the relative serenity of Civitas Dei. Title: Sighting of Praetorian Guard from II Imperatoris Late into Tuesday evening it was rumored that a Praetorian Guard wearing the uniform of a Ceterion belonging to the II Imperatoris was seen entering the Palladium and moments later seemed to be in discussion with a fellow Guard who had been left behind. Some of their conversation could be overhead as they stood in the garden. It was obvious from her dress that she had just come from a battle...the Battle of Parnassus. Words like "Burnt...Wounded.. Elidi...Determination...Heroic...Dante," are mentioned. These are the only words that can be heard fully from the overhearer. But from the grave expression on the young woman warrior's face, they can tell that Haven will soon be awash with injured solidors in need of attention. Title: Journey of the Aegians, Part II Not long after the two Aegians left Palladium with their single guard, a single Praetor was seen leaving the Eyrie. It is rumored that the Imperator, himself, has accompanied the small group. Title: Civitas Dei For the second time in the past few months, rumors spread across Haven concerning the fall of Civitas Dei. This time, however, it is not a wild story of the Varati razing the city, but a tale of a coup d'etat led by the Praetorian Guard with the intent to purge the corruption from the Aegis and bring an end to the war with the Varati. At this point, matters become fuzzier. Depending on whom you ask, you may find any story from the Aegis simply handing over control to the Guards peacefully, to tales of a bloody massacre with no survivors. One of the common threads that pervades the majority of the tales is that somehow Emperor Lucian died in the actions, most often rumored to be from a wound inflicted by a Schola member loyal to the Aegians pushing for the removal of Lucian from the throne. As usual with such rumors, the Praetorians around Haven are tight-lipped on the matter. The most that one will say is that the Empyre will release an official statement on the incident 'shortly.' Title: Rumors from the Delphic Citadel Rumors begin to filter outward from the secure walls surrounding the activities of the Delphic Citadel, from talk that has arisen over the past several days. No, not the speculation of Tiberius Augustin allegedly getting himself engaged to a Delphic halfbreed, though that has caused its own buzz, but rather the tenuous state of the Avatarati during this time of need. It was announced during an official Delphic ceremony last night that Avatarati Tamendal Thetis has left Haven on hiatus for undisclosed reasons, with a rather hasty departure. Though her return was assured, one may wonder how the Delphi will fare with the Avatarati's most prominent member disappearing. Avatarati Javier, one of the Varati's representatives, also announced his retirement during the discourse of the evening. And even further to the political leadership chaos, some say that the officiator of the evening, Avatarati Marcus -- an Empyreal representative within The Twelve -- was unable to complete the event due to an abrupt ailment. Only time will tell if he will become the next to signify Delphi's changing leadership. Title: Wounded Heroes! With the refugees still making their way toward Haven from the war comes a group of bedraggled Praetorians in various states of health. Many of the less wounded men and women carry a few people on stretchers and litters. There are missing limbs in the group here and there, but one of the most prevalently visible handicaps among the Empyreal soldiers are the injured wings. Broken ones, missing ones, semi-amputated ones... Despite their loss of flight, the figures seem a brave group and they are cheered indeed at the sight of Haven. Any one of them that is able will tell you they have managed to come all the way from Parnassus with the hope that those more gravely wounded might actually live since the few healers in the city were highly overworked with the deaths of some of their members in the battle. They will also gladly speak of the Sylvan tribe of the Apisachi in glowing and grateful tones... for without their help through the forest and the aid of their own healers, many of the travelers would not have made it to Haven alive. Title: The War Rages On News of the War's evolution trickles into Haven with ever-growing speed. The most recent tales revolve around the province of Edessa that debunks rumors of Empyreal forces stalwartly defending the region from the Varati War Machine. While Parnassus remains undecided, the capital of Edessa, Thermopylae, and the city of Arx have fallen to Varati forces. Words such as massacre, demolish, crush, and liberate are used to describe the action. With the attention of the Praetorians turned northward, toward the insignificant city of Parnassus, an enormous Varati army steamrolled through the province and annihilated what little defenses lingered at both cities. With both cities held firm in the grasp of the Varati, the captured soldiers were fed to the needlelike maws of Varati wyverns, as were those citizens who fought against the soldiers of Atar. Non-participants were troubled only with instructions to gather enough food for one week, and then evacuate the city. Mongrels leapt upon the oppurtunity to remove themselves from the yoke of their winged masters and hastily fled, while more ardent Empyrean supporters had to be dragged from their homes. Eventually, both groups were on the road south and looked back only to see the blazing fires of Thermopylae and Arx set the night sky aglow as the Varati forces headed northward, captured members of House Tritonides and Jove in tow. Title: Return of Dea's Jove's Niece, Lissie It has been many months since Amaryllis Nikrolia Jove had been spotted within the city of Haven, but a few nights ago, she seen heading in the Palladium to seek out her cousin, Helena, after returning from a long journey from Thessalonica. There, she had been visiting her mother, Sophronia Jove -- the older sister to Deus Arahael Jove and her father, Nikos Orion Xanthus Jove, Tribune of Thessalonica. It is rumored she is here to be under the watchful eyes of the Dea herself and her aunt Selene while she continues her studies of the art of music and sculpture. Due to the Praetorians having her aunt and uncle under House Arrest in Civitas Dei, it seems she will be left to her own devices for the time being, perhaps allowing herself to be influenced by the her similiarly unruly cousin, Helena. Title: Quite a Racket... The sounds of hammering and shouting resound loudly through the streets of Haven during the daylight hours. Concentrated mainly around the Bastion of the City Guard, these noises seem to indicate that something quite substantial is taking place at the home of the Hounds. Rumors among the city's working class speak of expanding the facility... but they don't stop there. Apparently, a large quantity of training is happening in the courtyard, supervised by the Archon himself and his close commanders. Rumors of a large quantity of recruitment also drift through the city, accompanied by sightings of the Archon meeting with some of the more "questionable" members of Haven's hired "help." Title: Al'Samar Guarded by Clan Khalida As the war rages on and refugees flow into the city of tents to the north of Haven, the caravans of Clan Al'Samar of the Varati flow southward, bringing with them clothing, tents and supplies. Surprisingly, guards wearing Clan Khalida colors are seen among the Al'Samar caravans, protecting them from marauders. Not all the caravans bring donations for the refugees, others are obviously destined for the Rialto or other, more private venues, yet the guards of Clan Khalida are ever obvious in their presence among the vaisya of Al'Samar, being far more ferocious and military. Title: Tent-City Patrols... A secondary patrol has begun to move through the tent city north of town. Confirmed to be by direct order of the Archon himself, the round-the-clock partrols of the growing tent-city on the outskirts of Haven's land have grown steadily in the last week or so. For the most part, they seem only there as observers, not meddling in matters of the people who live in the city. There have been a few incidents of them actually helping the refugees, but little is known beyond that. Perhaps wisely... none of those on patrol in this district are Empyrean, although the Archon himself has been seen occasionally.... There is a lot of speculation as to what the motives of the Archon are, but the newfound presence of Haven's mixed-race guard is not easily missed. Title: Archon seen at Atesh-Gah! In minor Haven news... the Archon was seen entering the Atesh-Gah earlier today. His stay was short, and when he emerged he had a rather amused look on his face. Onlookers speculate that his visit may have had something to do with a concurrent visit of an Atlantean diplomat, but then again... it might only be a rumor.... Title: Recent Palladium Events In the wake of recent events, with the war slowly coming to its completion, the Empyreal embassy, the Palladium, has been as busy as ever. Caduceans from the Delphi have been scurrying over to the embassy as much as possible with their work in the Tent-City, and coming out with wonderful news. It appears that the Tritonis quarters of the Palladium have been altered into an infirmary where Empyreal refugees and wounded Praetorians are given rest and care under the gentle hand of the Tritonis servants. Recently, members of House Thanatos and House Jove have also joined the work in the Tritonis infirmary. It appears that most of the work has been organized by the Aegian economic and legal advisor, Amadeo Valerian Tritonides, who is well known as the "black-winged" statesmen who worked at the late Damaris' side for so many years. He has said few words on what he is doing, but has certainly taken the lead with the absence of any Aegians or other members of the hierarchy in the embassy. In perhaps more stunning news, it appears also that a few caravans of "goods," both food items and clothing have been sent out to the Tent-City and the refugees there bought with monies from the Tritonis coffers. Some in the Palladium grumble over this recent move by, well most figure Dominus Amadeo, as resources should be directed towards the Praetorian or those in the Palladium itself. But the goods continue to travel to the refugees, both Empyrean and otherwise, who reside outside the walls of Haven. Title: The Pantheon There is much speculation of late about the ownership of the Pantheon, the upper-class restaurant near the Rialto. For two decades it has been the property of Madame Rani Sakun Rajan, but as she has been in "voluntary seclusion" in Atesh-Gah for so long there are many merchants in town looking at the establishment as a possible purchase. Fortunately, since there has been no statement of death, it is still officially hers and the servants of the Pantheon continue to run the establishment dutifully, obviously loyal to Madame Rajan. But some rumors continue to move through the streets of Haven, especially amongst the urchins, beggars and citizens of the city. Most are slowly beginning to agree that Madame Rajan is not in Atesh-Gah of her own free will and are whispering that the Delphi should do something about protecting one of their citizens, not to mention of their most respected. Some of the middle-class merchants, who found a monetary benefactor in Rani, have begun to petition Delphi to speak up for her..... Title: The Iruka Moves... (This rumor is very prevalent around the dock areas and oddly enough, around the beach of Haven. It is spoken of in an offhand manner and does not seem to draw too much talk). Yesterday, the onyx-skinned Atlantean whose name is apparently known as Orcinus Kuronbo returned to the Iruka with a large contingent of personal bodyguards and accompanied by an exceedingly pale Atlantean woman with finely-sculpted features. They disappeared within the Iruka and within several moments, the mixed race crew prepared the Iruka to depart. The Iruka departed on the evening tide and disappeared into the inky blackness... only to reappear the next morning anchored off the shore of the Haven beach. The Iruka obviously is of shallow draft and it is within a hundred and fifty meters of the shore. A large boat lies on the shore with a few crewmen, ready to conduct people to the Iruka who have business upon her. Title: Preparations on the Beach... (This particular information seems to be spreading along those areas near the docks and the beach. It is easily confirmed by passing by the beach). There seems to be preparations for an event of some kind on the beaches of Haven. For the past two days, the Iruka has drawn close to the shoreline and ferried several boat-loads worth of stores and tents onto the shore. The mixed crew of the Iruka has been seen working to set up some sort of festive area on the high beach... but oddly enough, only Atlanteans can be seen preparing a smooth sand area upon the lower beach. When questioned, the Atlanteans are fairly tight-lipped... but the other members of the crew state that their will be a celebration and ritual of some significance being performed here in a few days. Further inquiry reveals little else accept that everyone is invited to attend. Title: Attack in the North Woods Rumors float from the northern woods. The Apisachi tribal lands were attacked, apparently by some sort of rival Sylvan tribe. Details are sketchy, and everyone seems to not be talking about it. At the edge of Apisachi lands, new spikes are mounted in trees, fresh skulls mounted on the ends. The Apisachi seem to pulling in, locking down the borders and allowing no one in or out. All requests to enter the lands are denied, as well as any requests to see the Sachem, Dark-Eyes. Title: Palladium Watchers Cara drags the back of her hand across her brow, wiping away the perspiration caused by all the steaming pots she's tending to. Such is the life of a food vendor in the Rialto. Her assistant, Bebe, teeters in bearing a large basket-ful of ingredients and sets it down with a breathed 'oof.' "Wha's goin' on over at de Palladium?" she asks as she roots around for the potatoes. Cara looks over, shaking her head slightly. "Wha' you mean?" "De Varati guards outside?" Cara 'ooohs' quietly and then hitches her shoulders up into a bit of a shrug. "I doan know. Dey showed up 'round de same time dat dere was some griffins takin' people inta de Palladium. And," The mongrel woman lowers her voice, for gossip is best relayed when the mood is imbued with secrecy. It ensures that the tidbits will get spread. "I heard dat an Agni-Haidar and an Atarvani riding one of dose wyvern queens was along for de trip, too. Wha' dat could mean, I doan know. Dey reported over ta Atesh-Gah." Bebe gazes at the other woman with wide eyes for a moment or two before she slowly starts to peel potatoes. Questions bubble up but need not be voiced, for Cara continues to ramble on. "I doan know wha' it means but right after all dat, dat's when de Varati showed up outside de Palladium. Dey doan do nuffin', dough. Dey jus' set outside, watchin' an' waitin'." Bebe pipes up with an interpretation of the situation, her eyebrows lifting in query. "Maybe dey are dere ta keep de peace?" To this, Cara snorts and anchors her hands on her hips. "Maybe dis is de end! Maybe dese are de last days fer de Empyreans!" She grumbles on, more quietly. "Not dat I'm weepin' no tears fer dem. Uppity bird-folk." The gossiping fades into a stream of obscenities as the pots Cara had forgotten about begin to boil over... Yes, there is a small contigent of Agni-Haidar and red-robed Atarvani stationed outside the Palladium. They do not bother anyone entering or leaving the embassy -- they simply wait, watch. They are always there, though, with shifts from Atesh-Gah rotating every eight hours or so. Title: Agni-Haidar/Atarvani Several winged figures are seen floating outside the Palladium gates, something that is not surprising or abnormal. Until the rain of arrows start to shower down upon the Varati guards watching outside. Some rumors put the arrows at two volleys, others say four, and yet other still say six or even ten, but one was definite. A message arrow with the warning: "Leave our doorstep or suffer further consequences." And then, as quickly as the attackers appeared, they soared away, with only one of their number suffering any injuries. Among the Varati guards, there were many reported flesh wounds and no deaths. Only one Atarvani suffered a serious injury when an arrow grazed his forehead. Perhaps the Empyreans have been kicked down but they are not out of this one yet. Title: Battle Outside the Palladium The word spreads through Haven's civilian populace of the battle that took place outside the Palladium gates. Actually, the astonishing thing about it was that it was not a battle at all; while the Agni-Haidar and Atarvani took steps to protect themselves from the hail of arrows, they did not strike back. "And a good thing for them, too," murmurs more than one merchant, especially the Varati. "They'd have been burnt to a crisp." Others wonder at this bold attack and many a Hound finds him- or herself questioned as to whether Delphi and the Hounds will be allowing the military of the two governments to fight like this on Haven's streets. There is a great undercurrent of fear -- if Delphi allows this, who's to say that the fighting won't spread? Title: The Fires of War Still Burn Bright Only days after reliable news concerning the fall of Thermopylae and Arx reached the ears of Haven's citizens, grimmer news again arrives concerning the war-torn Empyreal province of Edessa. The Varati army that so recently flattened the capital of Edessa has continued on to the eastern city of Delios. Harried and harassed for days by four Empyreal Legions, and nearing the end of their supplies, the Varati army divided under the cover of night. Taking the mounts of the wyvern cavalry, the black-clad warriors of Khalid Atar and the red-robed Atarvani raced the remaining thirty miles to reach the walls of Delios before the break of day. Fire thrown from the hands of Atarvani fire-mages reduced the stout city gate to smoldering ash in scant moments, allowing the nightmarish figures of the Agni-Haidar warriors to enter the city proper. While brave resistance was offered, the frightening skill of the Agni-Haidar and the pure power of the Atarvani fire mages destroyed the defending half legion in short order. Yet even as the Varati forced their way into Delios, the remaining Preatorian forces began a furious attacking upon the 40,000 Varati soldiers remaining behind. With rapid, ranged strikes hitting the Varati from every direction, confusion ran rampant. The unified, hasty defense of the army fragmented as Clan Warlords wrested command of their respective forces and conducted their own defense, disregarding orders from the Warlord placed in command above them. Taking advantage of the confusion and uncooperative actions of the Warlords, Praetorians isolated a Clan at a time and hammered at it relentlessly with a storm of arrows and Greek Fire, inflicting many casualties. However, despite the bold tactics, the sheer number of Varati crossbowmen stole the young lives of many Praetorians in answer. When the fall of Delios, their base of operations and supply, became known, the Legions of the Empyre retired from the field of battle. When the fighting subsided, the casualties were heavy on both sides, each suffering almost eight thousand dead and wounded. Yet it was the Varati who carried the day, having taken another Empyreal city. At dusk of that same day, the aged Agni-Haidar Seraskier in command of Varati forces issued an order to burn the city to the ground in the fashion of Thermopylae and Arx. But before that order could be carried out, the arrival of a wyvern Queen and a messenger caused the command to be rescinded. The day gave way to night at last, and there were no blazing flames to rival the stars in brightness -- the city remained standing. Title: From Atesh-Gah The official word comes out of the embassy by the Foreign Minister: "It has come to the attention of the Foreign Ministry that an official treaty has been signed by the Amir-al and the Empyreal government. Therefore, all hostilies have ended between the two nations as of this date, from what I understand. "The Varati Kingdom has begun to comply with its side of the treaty and has released Domina Thalia Tritonides to the Empyreal government as agreed upon. In addition, from the reports in the field, the armies of the Varati Kingdom have stopped their advances into Empyreal territory and await the Empyre's actions before withdrawing entirely. "The Varati government hopes that the Praetorian Guard will allow the Empyreal government to return to its duties and that their side of the treaty will be acted upon in short order. We hope peace will now reign over the lands of Aether." Title: The Return A new day heralds the entrance of grim, war-weary, but triumphant troops. Entering through one of the gates of Haven, an entourage numbering over a hundred all told, make their way through the city's streets until they reach the embassy of Atesh-Gah. Trumpets sound their arrival and grand banners flutter in the wind as these men and women claim rest within the stone walls of the Varati holding. Riding on wyverns, each and every one of them, the group is composed of the dreaded black and silver Agni-Haidar, the red-robed Atarvani and the gold, blue and red-attired Clan Khalida soldiers. Accompanied by their naraki and shudra, the flag of the Varati kingdom flies high in the wind. And soaring above them all is a lone wyvern Queen; the grandest of her kind. There is no doubt who she bears; the God-King of the Varati has returned to Haven. Title: Delphi's Stance Radkin, the old crier of Delphi, steps out from the gates of the Citadel. As he clears his throat, a ripple of silence begins to sweep over the Rialto. The old Varati steps to a small platform that was created just to the fore of the gates. With the help of a young Sylvan, he manages to get into place. He holds aloft a scroll, but does not look to it as he calls out in a clear, rich, vibrant voice that seems to easily reach out across the quiet Rialto: "Hear ye, Hear ye. People of Haven. The Council of Twelve bids your knowledge of actions past and to come. "In the past several months, there has been a war between the Varati and Empyreans. During this time, though tensions have been high, the violence within the city itself has been at a minimum. The neutrality of Haven has, to this time, been reputed throughout all of Aether, and their thanks reach out to you. "Yet even as this message is passed on to each of you, there lies one within Haven who seeks to bring the anger of both races to us. The Archon, Cepheus Deukalion Tritonides, seeks out this one, and shall bring him to justice. We shall not allow our people, the people of Haven, to suffer for the foolishness of one. Should you have knowledge of this one, seek out a Hound or the Archon. The Archon works to bring a swift end to this, and we have our confidence that it will be swift and just. "We embrace the peace that has come to the Varati and Empyreans, and will strive to maintain peace within Haven." Radkin remains silent for a moment, letting his words settle to the minds of those he speaks to. Finally, he simply nods, rolls the scroll and places it beneath his arm, then, with the help of the young Sylvan, steps from the small podium and returns to the Citadel. The Rialto begins to explode with noise, the conversation holding primarily on the words of old Radkin. Title: Whispers in the Rialto... In the eastern rows of stalls in the Rialto, a plump mongrel woman begins her day, as do many other vendors, setting her wares on their shelves and counters to wink enticingly in the sun. In the stall beside her, another mongrel was already whipping up his fires in anticipation of the barrage of hungry patrons to come. Glancing about, the woman notes the stall opposite hers, usually manned by an elderly Sylvan and doing a fair business in beads, cloths, spices, and all manner of exotic items, even this early in the morning. But for the fourth day in a row, it stood empty and shuttered. Turning to her neighbor, the woman whispers quietly. "Hey, Horgun! D'ya have any idea where tha' ol' Sylvan got off t'? His stall's been quiet fer days -- my own business is startin' to suffer!" "Mine too, Dasa." The mongrel man replies. "He alwus drew 'em like flies. But we'll have t' find somethin' else to attract our customers. He's not comin' back, that one." Horgun shakes his head regretfully. "Why's that?" Dasa asks, fairly squirmin' for the bit of gossip. "He sell 'is stall?" Horgun snorts. "Not hardly. He wuz found dead in an alley in Bordertown days ago. Didnja hear?" Dasa blanches. "Tha' poo' ol' man. It wasn't... was it?" "Foul play? Aye, if tha's what ya call a dagger in th' heart. Rumor has it he was dealin' in somethin' a bit shady -- maybe his deal went sour..." Dasa clucks her tongue sadly, looking at the stall again with fresh eyes. "I wonder who'll take 'is place..." Inwardly, she wonders if she shouldn't stake a claim on the prime real estate herself... Title: New Arrival In the lull of midafternoon, the mongrel vendor Dasa stands at her post along the Rialto's eastern stalls, waving and calling, trying to entice people closer to her stall. Spitting out a few choice epithets, she glances at her neighbor, Horgun. "This just ain't workin'. People just ain't comin' our way like they used t'. I'm gonna move into that old Sylvan's stall. Nobody's usin' it, an' it's in a prime spot." She indicates it longingly. Horgun barks a sharp laugh. "Ya were too long thinkin' about it, Dasa. Look agin." Dasa blinks and stares at the stall, noting suddenly the shutters had been opened to let in light. Horgun goes on, chuckling. "Someone arrived not long after the lunch hour, and started cleanin' it up." Dasa crosses her arms, scowling at the missed opportunity. "Who then? One o' the Sylvan's family?" Horgun shrugs. "Tha's wha she says." Dasa glances at him with narrowed eyes. "She? What, 'is daughter? 'is wife?" Horgun merely shrugs and points again. Dasa looks at the finely placed stall and blinks several times. "She's... Empyrean!" Horgun chuckles mirthfully and Dasa glares at him. "She can't possibly be family! How did she get her hands on that stall?" Horgun grins. "Moved faster'n you, I'd reckon. She said something about belonging to his clan, something to do with the tattoos on their faces. Pretty thing, if a bit odd with that colored hair and dyed feathers and tattoos. I dunno, but she says she's gonna open up his shop again, and do business like he did. She's a dyer though too, makes them tattoos and hair-dyes for other people." Horgun whispers to his neighbor. "If she does a right fine job, maybe'll be like the man never died." Dasa looks thoughtful, then rubs her hands with glee. "What's the Emp's name?" she asks. "Deianyra." Horgun replies before turning to assist a customer. Grinning, Dasa goes over to welcome her new neighbor to the row. Title: Archon Gone Mad? With violence steadily rising in Haven in recent months, the number of Hounds patrolling the streets has also increased. Becoming an almost constant presence on the streets of Haven, it is hard for one to be at at any time day or not and not find a Hound within a ear-shot. Rumors of the Archon straining the resources available to him to expand the man-power of the Hounds filter down from the Bastion and the Delphi, but regardless, the number of Hounds continues to increase.... With recent events surrounding the incident at the Palladium, the Hounds have gone on high alert. Rumors of a special request going to Avatarati has prompted much concern on Haven's streets... rumors only confirmed as earth and fire mages have begun to join the Hounds on patrols. Working sixteen hour days with overlapping shifts, the streets have begin to suffer a major crackdown... and it leaves some to wonder what's next... Title: Propaganda In the Rialto: "Strange man, wasn't 'e?" "I dunno, probably just not right in th' head, like th' rest of the bird-folk. Goin' on like that 'bout those poor people who got hurt just tryin' to live their lives. Me, I'm glad th' Hounds're doin' their jobs." "Oh, aye, me too. What did 'e mean, they deserved what they got? Nobody deserves t'get killed by some stranger." "Well, 'e said th' gods wanted it t'happen. I think if anyone's gonna speak for th' gods, it's not gonna be some bird-man..." Snickering ensues as the women return to their work, avoiding the odd Empyrean man they were discussing as he spoke to others in the Rialto.... Title: The Palladium Affair: Part 1 The notorious Varati Foreign Minister takes to the stage in his latest speech: "The incident at the Palladium is of grave concern to the Varati Kingdom, especially since our two nations are on the verge of peace after such a horrific war. If I could have a moment of your time, I will tell a little story that may express my own personal views on the matter. "When I was just a little dumpling of a boy, I picked a fight with my older brother because I was angry with him. Needless to say, I am not the epitome of the kshatri warrior ideal and I got soundly trounced. Furious that I had been so sorely beaten, I rounded up a bunch of my friends and beat up on another of my brothers. A younger brother. You see, I was quite the bully back then. I have learned the traits of kindness and compassion and generosity since then. Unfortunately, I was not so enlightened at the time. "Well, we were indeed successful in our 'campaign' against little Urdo, but my older brother found out what I had done. So he came to me and said: 'Kiral, why did you do such a thing?' "I responded with: 'Well, Siraj, it was because I was angry that you beat me!' "Siraj responded: 'You do know it makes you look awfully stupid to beat on Urdo for no good reason, yes?' Looking a bit abashed, I responded: 'Well, yes, I suppose I do look stupid.' Siraj then said: 'And you do know that now I have to thrash you even worse, yes?' Swallowing a bit, I said: 'Uh-oh.' To this day, my backside still has fond memories of that incident. My actions not only did not aid the situation, but caused me more grief. (more on next post) Title: The Palladium Affair: Part 2 Continuing on in his speech, Kiral goes on to say: "However, in the interest of goodwill with the Delphic Citadel, the Varati government is allowing the case to be tried by Haven's authorities rather than by the Varati government. We expect that the Empyreal government will turn over the renegades in short order to Delphi and that a trial will ensue from there. "Under Varati law, since the Agni-Haidar are both the Royal Guard of the Amir-al and his property and since the Atarvani are his priests, an attack on them is an attack on the Amir-al himself and the usual punishment within our legal system is death for such a crime. Hence, while the Varati government will allow the Delphic judges to hear and decide the case, the government will push for a death sentence on these renegades of the Empyre and destroyers of peace. When one considers how many have suffered in this war and how fresh the ink is on this treaty that we have signed with the Empyre, we hope the Empyreal government will also push for the death penalty against the criminals in the interest of peace with the Varati government. An example must be set forth that such actions will never be tolerated by either government. The Varati government looks forward to future amiable relations with both the Delphic Citadel and the Empyreal government, and eagerly awaits a swift and strong resolution to the crime." Title: Varati Rumormill Apparently, things are hopping in Clan Behzad's Hall in Haven. Quite a night for mysterious visits. Apparently, one Nefer Maat came into the Hall under escort of the clan's Nayaka Adham. The two spoke at great length about unknown things, though rumor suggests a marriage may result from their talks. That can't be, however, Nefer Maat has already been married once, living only to see her husband's firstborn son live to adulthood to take over the clan. However, a short time after Nefer Maat left Behzad Hall, another Varati woman from Al'Samar arrived there. Rumored to be the entrepreneur Rahine, a maker of perfumes. Apparently, the Imphada and the Nayaka left the main hall together and took their leave in the Nayaka's own personal rooms. The door remained closed, except to have some wine brought. The door did not open again until the next morning, when the Imphada Rahine left the hall. Rumor has it, that she was smiling all the while, visible even through her veil. What is going on in Behzad Hall? Title: Ceremony of the Shark "Eh, did you see it? Down at the beach, last night. That black-skinned Atlantean, Kuronbo, he made some kind of bid for the Orcinus Decemvirate. Called it the 'Ceremony of the Shark.' Somethin' about their chieftains provin' their right to lead by killin' a shark hand-to-hand. Yeah, an' with a pissy little knife, too. Get this, though. Deal is, the shark's on a rope, right? An'-- Eh? Don't ask me how they got it there in the first place, man. Anyhow. They get this damned shark on a rope, tie it to a pole, an' choose someone in the crowd to cut the rope. The person they choose is supposed to say something about the guy's chance at success, right? Get this -- they chose this scarfaced little graisha. Eh? No, he came out of it just fine. Not a scratch, I heard. Walked out on the beach while the shark bobbed up by his boat. Shark steak for everyone, eh? Heh. Oh, and get this -- the bastard didn't even use the knife." Title: Bizarre Happenings... There are things that are clearly rumors, and there are things that are almost too bizarre to be rumors... It seems the Archon, with the aide of one of his Espers, was seen in the Delphic Courtyard at work for some time on stone that was holding one of the Hound's Commanders. Not bothering to locate on of the Delphic shapers, the two men spent some time hammering at the stone before the third Hound was free. Rumors filter out of the Citadel of a dispute between the Commander and some member of the Delphi... and one has to wonder that is really happening behind the Citadel's walls. Title: Palladium Rumors The loud screech of a griffin was heard in the late afternoon as another Empyrean arrived to the city from the direction of Civitas Dei. And this isn't just another Empyrean, this new arrival is a nobleman of House Jove. It has been said he is here to investigate a few matters involving members of the Empyre. Soon after setting down, he headed to Jove quarters. Title: A Treaty At Last (Part 1) Word has finally trickled down from the Empyre about an end to the war that has cost so many lives and changed so many things. Criers were sent out from Civitas Dei and spread the word across Haven quickly: "A treaty has been signed and peace declared between the Empyrean and Varati nations, duly ratified and signed by both Khalid Atar, God-King of the Varati, and the Aegis, ruling body of the Empyre. "Let the treaty stand as it is here read: "We, the undersigned, in order to end the war between the Empyre and the Varati kingdom, do agree upon the following terms. Said terms shall be enforced to the utmost of our ability, and shall not be further modified. What is written benefits both nations, and begins the difficult course toward repair and regrowth that both nations require. "Let the treaty be read, ratified, and let these points stand: "Regarding the war itself: the Aegis shall issue a formal apology to the people of the Varati Kingdom. This is to be the first task undertaken by the Empyre after the signing of this treaty. "Regarding payment: the Empyre shall pay to the Varati people three times the amount of damages inflicted upon them due to the initial invasion, and twice the amount the cost of fielding the Varati army during the war. Fifty percent of this money shall be paid from any House that voted 'yes' to this war, the other fifty percent being raised in any manner the Empyre sees fit. (Cont'd in the next post). Title: A Treaty At Last (Part 2) "Varati merchants wishing to cross the river Tiber shall be taxed at one-quarter the rate of current taxation. These funds, in return, will be supplied to people of the Empyrean kingdom so that the process of rebuilding may begin. "Regarding the contested lands: The province of Arelate shall become an independant kingdom, governed by its own laws and its own people, inhabited by any man, woman, or child who wishes a peaceful start to a new life. In addition, the Empyre will lend assistance to any refuge in the province of Edessa, should he or she wish relocation to this new land. All Empyreal forces will immediately withdraw from the province, as will Varati military forces depart when the new government requests it of them. "The city of Callisar's Eyrie shall be returned to the kingdom of the Varati. "The city of Parnassus will be opened to members of both races for habitation, governed by a council composed of equal numbers of Varati and Empyrean citizens. These laws shall be enforced by equal numbers of Praetorians and Clan Guard who volunteer for such a position. Until such a time that a new set of laws are decided, the citizens of this city will be held accountable by the laws of both the Varati Kingdom and the Empyre. "The number of guards at all Empyreal military outposts within fifty miles of the Varati border shall be halved, in order to comply with the process of peace, but as well to ensure the safety of the Empyreal people and land. (Con't in next post). Title: A Treaty At Last (Part 3) "Regarding the people: The Empyre and Varati kingdom will exchange spouses for the respective monarchs of either kingdom. The Emperor will marry one affiliated with the Varati kingdom, and Khalid Atar will marry one affiliated with the Empyre. Khalid Atar shall choose a willing bride from the Empyreal people to become Queen of the Varati people, and shall also choose a bride or husband for the next man or woman who sits on the Emperor's throne. "The wedding of the next Emperor or Empress shall take place at the time of Coronation in Civitas Dei. Guests from the Varati Kingdom shall be welcome to both the coronation and wedding ceremonies. The same will be true for the marriage of Khalid Atar in the Varati City of Masada. These events shall serve as a uniting force for the people of both nations, so that peace may continue between them. "Lucian Deipetes, once deposed from his throne, shall be allowed to retire in peace. "Cassius Silvarius Augustin shall be turned over to Khalid Atar. His life shall rest in the hands of the Varati God-King. "Eranthe Martinia Augustin shall be escorted to Atesh-Gah for an audience with the Khalid Atar, at his convenience. (Concluded in the next post). Title: A Treaty At Last (Part 4) "As the treaty is written, as it is spoken, so let it be agreed. No dissension will be overlooked, no rebellion allowed to stand." The criers then go on to say: regarding the death of Lucian Deipetes: A new Emperor has been chosen and will soon be announced. The date of the wedding and coronation as well, will be announced. Title: Behzad Hurricane Descends on Haven Like ever so many droplets of rain, the hordes that comprised the entourage of Warlord Sakhr moved through the streets of Haven to descend upon the Clan Behzad Hall like a hurricane. Words from watching bystanders seems to indicate that a few people snuck inside the Behzad compound to acquire a closer view of the young Warlord. Through the flurry of activity, it would appear that the guards of Behzad are either of the intelligence of small grapefruit or extremely deaf, as the watching bystanders were easily mistaken as members of Behzad and drawn rapidly into the Clan duties. However, as fate would prove, the young Warlord of Behzad is more alert than his guards and quickly fixed these errors in communication as his eagle eye befell upon the incidents. Thus, did word of Warlord Sakhr Behzad's return to Haven spread among the little people of Haven. Title: Tent City Continues to Grow To the north of Haven, the city of tents continues to grow, though the stream of refugees has slowed to a trickle. Those involved in the feeding and housing of the refugees as optimistic that the growth will continue for only a few more weeks and then the refugees will begin departing for greener pastures, perhaps in the new nation. On a darker note, however, there would appear to be daily food riots in the tent city, as there does not appear to be enough sustenance for all those living within the compound's environs. An alternative explanation would be that there are those hoarding food and deliberately depriving their fellow men (and women) from eating, but who would be so cruel? Varati men and women were seen out there in the last day, attempting to distribute the arriving food in an orderly fashion, but when the volunteers left, the riots began again. The Orcinus Skinjukou was seen speaking with Varati volunteers, in particular the Shakir of Al'Samar, out in the city of tents. Perhaps this will lead to greater order and more food in the future. Title: Grand Hunt Announced! (Orcinus Kuronbo himself appeared in the Rialto, accompanied by the Crown Princess Orcinus Shinjukou, and he made this speech to those that assembled to see the onyx-skinned Atlantean). "May the Peace of Pasiphae be granted unto all of you, Empyerean and Varati... Sylvan and Atlantean... all of Pasiphae's creations, for we are all brothers and sisters under her aegis. And it is in the spirit of the words that I just uttered that I wish to tell you of a travesty that is occuring in our midst. Crown Princess Orcinus Shinjukou recently visited the camps of the dispossessed that reside within sight of the walls of this fair city, and she told me of the stark poverty that is there. I was dismayed at the tales of suffering and horror. I was physically sickened by the plight that others more fortunate would consider the due of the detritus of war. I have recalled the words of Pasiphae and call upon all to act in the name of those for whom know only the agony of bereavement and the pang of hunger. "Long ago, in a time where the seas grew frigid and the kelp and the shrimp were scarce, the Orcinus knew the pangs of hunger. We felt the plight of the dispossessed. But we never lost faith that Pasiphae would provide. At our lowest point, Pasiphae supplied us with the sign that we were not out of favor. A magnificent whale swam into our realm, and the warriors slew it and there was rejoicing in the realm as the we feasted upon the bounty of Pasiphae... and the hunger that had gripped my people was lifted. Since that time, the Whale is a symbol of Pasiphae's blessing and a revered creature for whose sole purpose is to provide when the seas of the Orcinus realm freeze and hunger again threatens. With Pasiphae's creations now in the grip of hunger, we invoke 'The Grand Hunt.' Pasiphae will provide for those that are needy. "We will provide two whales for our brothers and sisters in the camp... Orcinus attendants and Orcinus Guards will distribute the food in the camps. More importantly, others have seen the nobility in our cause and have enlisted in our quest the silence the pangs of hunger. Varati wisdom has given us knowledge of this problem and we ask that the Varati people assist in transporting the food from the beach to the tents. More importantly, the Amaris Decemvirate of the Atlantean people have agreed to provide us with the salt necessary to preserve the meat that we shall render at fair cost in time for our hunt. "I, Orcinus Kuronbo, challenge all who hear my words to join with us in quelling the hunger that is outside our very gates. Aid rendered is aid rendered, no matter how paltry. Whether it be guards to safeguard the food... attendants to distribute the food... or coins to defray the cost of the salt... all effort large and small are equal in the eyes of Pasiphae as long as your intentions are pure. "May the Peace of Pasiphae be with you!" Title: More Violence "What the <deleted> was all that about?" asks a Siren patron of the big Atlantean bartender, Raven. Raven blinks. "Th' commotion outside?" "Aye." "Well..." Raven can be infuriatingly slow sometimes. "Seems like some guy wanted a piece of Tara." A snort. "Gimme a break, willya. Any normal guy'd want a piece of that one." Raven sighs, patiently. "I meant he was tryin' to kill her." "What the blazes fer? Sweet lass like that never hurt anyone." A shrug. "Now that I dunno. Anyhow, she screamed, an' Jenean, that new lass, an' a bunch of folk rushed out an' th' guy flew off." "Flew?" "Flew. Wings. Ya know. That kinda 'flew.'" "Ohhhhh...." Title: Clan Khalida Troops in the Tent City! On the evening of Monday, April 3, a detachment of one hundred and fifty Clan Khalida infantry marched north to the Tent City outside of Haven. Greeted with raised eyebrows and often gaspings of fear or shouts of hatred, the Amir-al's Clan bore with them a letter from the Shakir of Clan Khalida, Shahar Al-Jehan Khalida, stating their business. Under the Shakir's orders, working in conjunction with the Hounds, the Clan Khalida troops and more Delphic guards are present in the tent city, stationed there for the sole purpose of ensuring equal and fair distribution of food. They concern themselves only with ensuring theft does not occur and rioting does not break out when caravans of food arrive. Title: Rumors from House Thanatos Those who serve House Thanatos have been heard to tell those without the House's chambers that the Domina Andromache has a young man in her chambers but, contrary to original speculation, he appears to be her elder brother, Endymion, recently widowed and taken to moody periods of isolation within a guest room. However... Recent deliveries to the House have proven to be oddities indeed for the Dominus (who, unlike his sister, is common if wealthy). One is a parcel of fripperies for a lady: clothing, jewels, perfumes and all. THAT was then delivered to House Augustus, of all places. The second was more noteworthy by far; several strong mongrels toted a slab of white marble to the chamber where Endymion stays. He must be some sort of artist, for sketches lie every which way, it is said. And the sculpture that he has been laboring on night and day, they whisper, has the growing likeness of another recently- widowed individual. A high-ranked one, they say. Her image is scattered across his workroom in dozens of drawings, it is rumored. Odd, is it not, considering the tongues wagging about his presumed indiscretion for a young domina whose art gallery he is presently designing? Or, furthermore, taking into account the shattered heart of a young maiden who, the servants have proclaimed, dotes on him? And the Arch-Magus whose company he seeks when he is pried out of those rooms? What type of philanderer is this man Andromache calls brother? Title: Mercantilism To the surprise of many an upper-class shopper in the Rialto, a well-reputed Empyrean merchant was seen closing down his place of business. It's rumored amongst his customers that he was put out of business by a mongrel competitor of all things, a salesman who was suddenly able to undercut his prices on fine textiles by fifty percent. The merchant, however, seems less concerned about his competition, reserving harder words for the man's supplier, The Black Wing Traders. "The prices they offered were impossible," he was heard saying in the Rialto. "Simply impossible. I can only assume there is some manner of dishonesty involved, here. There will be inquiries, I assure you." The Black Wing Traders, some noted, were operated by a man named Cassio, also said to be a mongrel. "Which only furthers my suspicions," the Empyrean added. "There is clearly some wrongdoing, for a mongrel to be controlling such business." Title: Visitor In as many days the Atlantean Decemvir of House Amaris has been seen entering the Palladium and coming out both times with a slight smile. It would appear whatever it was she was doing haas gone well, but as to what that is, you will have to ask someone else, because she is not talking about it her dealings. What else is new? Title: Horrors in Atesh-Gah Only hours after the Hounds surrendered the Clan Abassid warriors -- those who had attacked members of Faisal Siraj ibn Javier Isham's household, to the Agni-Haidar -- screams begin to claw at the night air. Chillingly pained cries of horrified agony. Those screams persisted throughout the night and spilled over into the days following. Those brave enough to steal a glance into the courtyard from the open gates were greeted with sight of two ruined men, tied to a spit and being constantly rotated over merciless tongues of flame. The Clan Abassid assailants were robbed of their limbs, ears, eyes and tongue, yet were living still thanks only to the skills of Atarvani, who continued to remain nearby, healing skin that was repeatedly crisped and seared with each turning of the spit. After five full days had passed, the Clan Abassid attackers were inexplicably relieved of their torment when Agni-Haidar Janizars removed them from the spit and cast them, still living, into the wyvern stables. Their lives ended in the jaws of the reptilian mounts who fought one another for their scrap of the morsel given them. Title: Disaster at Sea! (This rumor is spreading throughout the town of Haven very quickly. It seems like every second or third person has heard of this story, and a quick walk down to the dock area will confirm at least a portion of it). Yesterday, the Iruka put to sea on its "Grand Hunt" following Orcinus Kuronbo's proclamation that he would bring enough food into the refugee camps to feed everyone for a month. The following morning, the Iruka returned into port looking as if it had been ravaged my some immense force. The sailors from the vessel are unusually quiet about what happened and grow angered when pressed for details, but it is quite obvious that some horrific disaster struck them at sea... a disaster that had cost the Iruka over half of her crew. A few details are forthcoming though from the hushed conversation of the sailors between themselves... that a Varati woman of the household of Faisal was thrown overboard and was rescued by a favored graisha... that Crown Princess Orcinus Shinjukou managed to save the Iruka... and that Orcinus Kuronbo disappeared shortly after the disaster, only to reappear the following morning upon the beach. Regardless of what occured out there beyond the sight of land, the crippled
Iruka towed the carcasses of two giant whales into Haven and deposited them upon
the beach where they are being quickly rendered and prepared while they await
the promised salt shipments that should be arriving any day now.
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