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Heard in Haven: March 1999 Title: Salt Arrives... (This rumor is spread about from the beach, and soon cheers can be heard from the area of the Refugee Camp. Clearly, this news is cause for happiness). This morning, one of the fabled trade galleys of the Amaris Atlanteans pulled into Haven bay and berthed at the docks. Soon, several hundred porters began to unload the cargo of salt and began to ferry it to the beach... where they were greeted by members of the Orcinus. They hastily began to load the already prepared whale-meat into large trunks of pine filled with the now-present salt and began to stack them very near the road leading to the Tent City. Each of the trunks bear the black markings of the Orcinus. Clearly, The Atlanteans have come through on their promise to provide...  Title: Arrival of Karijou Words have been going around about a certain newcomer to Haven... Orcinus Karijou, wandering Philosopher, has come to Haven with his entourage of students. This man is not spoken fondly of in some circles, though his philosophy usually is. He has a wide range of students, and the word is, he's looking for more. Usually, his students must pay a pretty penny to get this kind of teaching, however, word is that he'll take gifted students on for free if they show enough promise. Title: The Iruka Returns to the Sea (Once again, this information originates from the docks... and it is clearly confirmed by a short trip there). Quite an amazing thing happened today... a Korallion Guardsman hailed the shattered vessel and spoke briefly with one of the survivors. About an hour later, Orcinus Kuronbo returned to the Iruka and he spoke for several moments to the surviving crew. The crew parted from their leader and then spent the next several hours making jury-rigged repairs at a frantic pace. Impossibly, the Iruka limped back out to sea, riding low in the water. It passed the beach just as the first of the caravans arrived to collect the whale meat to be taken to the Tent City, the crew shipping the oars and lining the starboard side to watch. Just passed the beach, the Iruka turned in the direction of the setting sun and set sail... Title: Diya Called In The Rialto! Last evening, the Rialto was the source of yet another clash between Varati and Empyrean patriots. A disturbance started, involving two Varati males and a young Empyrean refugee, and escalated to include the refugee's sister. Further complications arrived when Kiral Khalida, the Varati Foreign Minister, arrived with his Agni-Haidar entourage, closely followed by Clan Behzad Warlord, Sakhr. Kiral accosted the young refugees, striking the elder in the face when she refused his advances, only to be challenged to a diya for the deed by Dea Elidi Augustin, who had witnessed the scene. At first, the Foreign Minister refused to accept the honor duel against the Praetor, then agreed on condition that if he won, the two 'feathered ganika' refugees would be his. When the terms were set, the entire group adjourned to within the gates of Atesh-Gah. Reports vary as to what actually happened within the Varati Embassy -- all that is known for sure is that the Dea exited some time later, refugees safely in tow, flipping a Varati blade in her hand. The group made their way to the Palladium, and vanished inside. Title: Varati Movements As news of the treaty being ratified circulates through Haven and the nations of the world, so does the news of the Varati armies finally pulling out of the Empyre. Forces in Arboria, Edessa and Stygios all begin to retreat from the Empyre, albeit slower than perhaps they could be, leaving ruined cities in their wake. Yet, the end of the war does indeed seem to have come about. In Arelate, it appears that roughly half the 'grand army' has withdrawn from the province, while the other half has begun to assist the mongrels and remaining citizens of the new kingdom in the process of rebuilding and guarding the nation. By Parnassus, a small contingent of Clan soldiers have arrived at the borders of the city, and are currently awaiting permission to enter as per the terms of the treaty. So far, most things appear to be going as smoothly as could be expected in such circumstances. Officially, the Varati government has stated: "We are glad that the Empyre has validated the treaty. We now await compliance on all terms of the treaty and the announcement of the new Emperor so that wedding preparations can be made." Title: Another Cyprian Attacked "Another?" "Aye." Raven gives a mug a cursory wipe. "Same idiot Empyrean, Jenean says." "What happened?" "That Laena this time -- he was tryin' t'beat her brains out with a club. Jenean an' that sailor from 'Blood's Gift' -- wasshername, Dellar... chased him off. Gettin' ridiculous if ya ask me, Hounds still ain't caught him." Title: Aegian Arrival On the night of Tuesday, April 18, a small, very military-looking Empyreal entourage arrived in Haven. Upon arrival, two things were quite obvious: 1) The silver-haired Empyrean of unusual stature who seemed to lead the group was of some importance among his people, and 2) he seems to prefer, if not outright demand, a military precision and manner from his personal staff. Indeed, whispers began to pass about that the winged man was a new, high-ranking Praetor in town. Perhaps he was sent to replace one of the rebels who await an uncertain fate... or could it be that his duty is to pronounce their fate in some military court? Title: The Mercy of House Augustus Rumour has spread through the tent city since Dea Augustin was seen giving weapons, money, and pledges of House Augustus support to two refugees in the Rialto, and slowly but surely, the homeless and wounded have started making their way to the Palladium. A vigil has begun outside the gates, waiting for the Dea -- or any recognized House Augustus member or, truly, any resident of the Palladium -- to appear and grant them the same compassionate boon. Any and all coming and going from the Palladium are begged for alms, food, healing, or mercy, some of the pleas for themselves, others made for starving children or suffering elders too weak to make their own. Hounds constantly patrol or stand at a distance, watching for signs of violence or riot; as of yet, nothing but the occasional brawl or angry voice has been raised. Title: Sea-Battle Off Haven! (This fact is being spread across the town by both the Heralds and anyone that witnessed it -- it is quite a major item of interest and most everyone would be hearing of it in some fashion or another). The routine of the people of Haven was disturbed this morning by the sounds of a clash off the coast of Haven. A ship of unknown origin, presumably a pirate vessel, was pursuing the crippled Iruka across the waters. Flaming arrows and exploding pitch were used, and the Iruka took several hits before bursting in flames. The last act of the Iruka was too keel over and ram the opposing vessel, causing both of them to explode when the flaming arrow magazine and pitch exploded and consumed both vessels. Barely half a dozen survivors were pulled from the water, including the wounded Crown Princess Shinjukou Orcinus... who was subsequently healed by parties unknown. After she was healed, the Orcinus Heir staggered out of the water... horribly burned and disfigured and revealing nightmarish shark's teeth and ruined features. The crowd was appalled at his condition, and Orcinus Kuronbo laughed at them and then fled the beach. His whereabouts are unknown. Title: The Mercy of House Augustus II The refugee crowd in front of the Palladium has doubled in size in the last two days, as hopeful whispers of the local Empyreans' generosity has trickled back to the tent-city. Two hundred refugees now mill and camp outside of the Palladium's gates, hoping for the mercy and kindness of those within. Hound patrols are a near-constant presence, and the crowd remains under restless control. Pleas for money, clothes, and healing have become even more strident in the wake of several noted acts of generosity -- most notable amongst these are the exiled Sophist Paracletus (whom, it is said, is not only gifting them with food and blankets, but is actually educating a small number) and Phineas Acesian, who was seen helping a young Empyrean man and his ailing sister into the Palladium itself. Also notable, perhaps, is the sullen silence and hollow glares aimed at those of the Praetorian Guard -- warranted, it is said, by the scornful arrogance and cruel elbows and kicks from a number of their roster. Title: Sudden Riches Merchants murmur in amazement, unable to keep quiet. Sylvans are flooding the market with gold. And not heavy zechins or older, more rare coins... but raw gold, still in the stone in some cases, bags of dust in others. But unmistakably gold. And lots of it. And it is not just a few of the prospecting sort, either. Apisachi. That's the other word whispered widely about. Several different warriors and craftsmen of their tribe have been seen in town, beaded, feathered and painted up like the 'savages' they are. And every one of them with a pouch so heavy it clinks with each step. None have been mugged yet... probably because most travel in pairs and have a hand on at least one weapon at all times. But the mutters have started. All this gold -- one would think it'd be easy to find. And take. Just as the Apisachi already have. Title: Search In the aftermath of destruction of Orcinus Kuronbo's ship, and the ship attacking it, Korallion Sentries seeking related information may be seen from one end of Haven to the other. Witnesses are, politely for the most part, interrogated, regardless of rank or social standing. Other Sentries examine wreckage and salvage items of worth. More are actively searching for a dark-skinned Atlantean male, possibly injured or burnt, who has features that suggest 'shark.' The man was seen by many as he fled the scene toward the northwest while volunteers worked to heal or rescue those still alive after an explosion as the ships sank. Volunteers and rescue workers are questioned regarding the suspected pirate crew speaking to them before dying, and if the location of the missing man is known. A few Sentries randomly question contacts or persons around the docks and streets, others interview gate guards and people in the countryside near Haven for current information regarding the missing man's where-abouts. Title: Varati Missive! With The Iruka tragedy fresh in the air, the Varati Government, straight from Khalid Atar himself, issued a proclamation promising aid of whatever type the Orcinus Decemvirate, should need be. The Amir-al offered condolences to Crown Princess Shinjukou, promising to meet with her in the near future. Shortly after the proclamation was issued, Deputy Foreign Minister Vayu Khalida Sirat stood upon Atesh-Gah's balcony overlooking the streets of Haven, and spoke the following words to the assembled crowds: "Those that attacked the Iruka, and with it, the Orcinus Royal Family, are without honor and have the courage of a jackal confronted by those with the strength of a lion. But in this case, the Iruka was a wounded lion, limping home. Since time immemorial, the Orcinus people have been held in the highest regard by the Varati -- their honor and ours seem wrought of the same blood, often. Let it be known that any who would harm the Orcinus Decemvirate would harm the Varati people, and forfeit what little honor they did have." Title: Bring Out Yer Dead (and Gold)! In addition to the horrors at the beach -- explosions at sea, dead and wounded people washing up on the shore -- Hounds and, well, everyone else curious enough to pay a visit to the bloodied beach, were appalled to see some the lifeless bodies being robbed clean of every valuable they had. The thief was quick, small and able to get away with it, leaving at least one Hound handicapped, the marks of sharp dog teeth surrounding the flesh torn away from the ankle bone. It was dark, but the Hound in question was pretty sure the thief wore Varati-style clothing. Both thief and dog (or wolf, huge animal, fierce, 6 feet tall -- the tale differs) ar still at large. Title: Official Word from Atesh-Gah In a short statement by one of the spokesmen from Atesh-Gah, the following was made public: "Rani Rajan of Clan Rajan has committed Jhor, ritual suicide, to atone for her crimes against the Varati Kingdom and the God-King. The Amir-al oversaw the event and accepted the Jhor out of a lingering respect to the elderly matron. The issues of blasphemy and treason are now settled. There will be no further pursuit of members of Clan Rajan or any affiliated parties." These remarks followed an impressive display of fire within the courtyard of Atesh-Gah. Apparently, a column of flame rose nearly to the heavens earlier that same day. Little more is being said about the event from the individuals within the Varati embassy. Title: Council Resignations Following the surprise resignation of Varati councilman Javier Hakan Behzad just a few months ago, it is announced publicly that the Empyrean, Marcus Xanthus Theronis, will be stepping down. The aged Empyrean himself made a very brief appearance, looking worn to a thread. He flinched from any touch and as soon as the announcement was made, disappeared back within Delphi's walls. A shame, many say, that such a strong-willed proponent of the Empyre should fall to his own magic, unable to keep out the pain of others anymore. So now the Council functions with only ten, both the Varati and Empyreans under-represented until such time as new Avatarati can be elected by their respective governments. From the remaining council, a final call was raised, asking each government to act swiftly before accusations of favoritism and misrepresentation can be raised. Title: Naming Day "One Sylvan custom is to select a common name by which they are known. This reflects a habit, physical characteristic, personality trait, or something that occured in an adventure or incident. It is their public name and changes as life shapes them, is meaningful. " So speaks the Ettowealona messenger from where he stands atop a table in the Rialto. His booming voice carries to all corners of the broad marketplace. "Any who have changed names since last ceremony will formally announce who they now are and WHY that name has found and settled about them. Others may choose and announce their new name and reason for it, or tell why their name yet fits them and should be kept. A few will seek the advice of elders or have a name recommended by friends. WindMusic's farm at the forest edge will host the gathering. Observers are welcome, as long as they do not disrupt the celebration. It is customary for friends of those with new names to present them small gifts a few days afterward." Keeping an eye on the eatery owner, who is rather indignant at a barefoot savage standing up in the middle of his best table at lunchtime, and the Hounds who are working their way toward him, the messenger hurriedly concludes. "Naming Day begins early tonight when Skyfather's half-shut eye looks down on Onatha's fresh-planted fields and the 'Arrowhead' rises in the west. Or tonight, two hours after full dark falls, for ones who do not know the skies." With that, he is off the table and darting toward the west, staying no longer than necessary in the city. Title: Aegian Words Word swiftly spreads about the status of the refugees outside the Palladium and the treatment they receive. Marcus Longinius, the Aegian ex-Praetor, addressed the crowd as he entered the Palladium during the night. He spoke of hope, of courage, and of honor. He addressed the people as noble citizens of a proud Empyre, and encouraged them to find strength of spirit in one another, and in the promise of aid he gave them. When one citizen spoke of the abuse visited upon them by disrespectful Praetorians, Longinius responded with mention of disciplinary action for such shameful behavior. When they spoke of their wretched condition, he responded with aid. It is said that Marcus Longinius spoke to the Aegian council about granting tax relief for the great merchant houses in proportion to the aid they give the refugees of the war. Even more, a cart-load of bread, ale, and other foods was shipped to the site of the gathered mob, and handed out in orderly fashion to the crowd. A stop-gap, granted, but a gesture of good-will nonetheless. Title: The Refugee Crowd... ...has again grown in size! Estimates put the crowd at close to four hundred, as more and more refugees trickle from the tent-city to the Palladium for the gifts and assistance provided there. A number of the Palladium's residents have been seen bringing food, drink, and clothing to the refugees, and a small number have even provided healing and baths. The crowd now stretches along the entire front of the Palladium and a few surrounding structures as well, and traffic along Primoris is slowed by the congestion. Title: Wyvern Queen Spotted In the blackness of last night's rainstorm, a wyvern queen was spotted, winging her way in from the Varati lands to the north. She carried two passengers, both in red robes, and headed for the Clan Khalida compound near Atesh-Gah, landing within. Title: Delphic Announcement Hear ye! Hear ye! All people of Haven are invited to join the Delphic Citadel in a new tradition! In honor of all the peoples of our world, a hedge-maze will be grown in the Delphic Courtyard at the end of the week by the illustrious Sachem Many Shadows of the Ettowealona tribe. While the Citadel asks the citizens of Haven not to encroach far within the tower without escort, for their own safety, the courtyard for now and for all times of peace will be open to the public of Haven as a place of rest and communion. Each turning of the maze will display a facet of the magic of Aether for all to see and enjoy! Come and witness the beauty of the magic of Haven. Title: GOLD!! People trickle back from the Sylvan gathering, many gossiping openly about what they saw on this brief moment when Sylvans allowed so many foreigners into their lands... Larry nudges his brother Daryl, who in turn thwaps his other brother Daryl untill all stand in a circle in the Rialto, gossiping openly about what they heard. "So, Daryl... didja here? Didja see? Thems Apisachi's s'posed ta be DRIPPING with gold!" Daryl1 nods enthusiastically, "I heerd it from Zed who heerd it from Zip who heerd it from somes Atlanteans gabbin' by his booth tha' they was fair clinking with it at that Namey-thing those Ettos did th' other night." Daryl2 yups in agreement. "I saws it, too. Saids they was wearin' disks 'n' bracelets 'n' necklaces and even pierced things of all sorts!" "Coo! What a sight tha' musta been. Alla them savages... an' not a one knows wha' they got an wha' it's good fer.." "Mebbe we oughtta go find wha' they got. They gots enough o' it to spare." Larry frowns, showing him for the brains of the trio and slaps the other two, "Don'tcha be thinkin' it. Them's Apisachi. Y'll be decoratin' th' posts 'bout their land if ye try. You mind me now and come on!" Title: Tributes about the Pantheon As the word filters out that Rani has died, people from all over Haven begin to descend upon the Patheon, bearing flowers and signs and notes for their dearly departed friend. Most seem to come quietly in the night, when they will not be noticed, leaving their gifts all about the outside of the establishment, and some are even bold enough to enter to pay their respects. The entirety of the inside is lavished in flowers and candles all burning bright in remembrance of the restaurant's previous owner. The mongrel servants of the Pantheon seem to have lost a bit of their luster, their faces downcast and worried and filled with grief. They move about their chores slowly, but they do them, if only to keep their minds off the loss that has befell them. Rest in peace our beloved friend. Title: Early Morning Departure The crowds outside the Palladium lessened a bit the other morning, but the decrease in numbers didn't come from departing refugees. It was those Agni-Haidar and Atarvani who have been camped out by the gates who left. Apparently, a small group of nobles from House Tritonis made their way over to the Varati and were escorted to Atesh-Gah. Title: There be Elephants! Those coming in from aiding the refugees at the Tent City make it to the Rialto with bulging eyes and words flapping from their tongues. "They're as big as houses!" "I haven't seen an elephant since I lived down south ... I was but a babe!" "And the finery ... all the silk." "Did you see those guards, those red uniforms looked like blood was just poured over them." "Did you catch the name?" "I know that crest, that be Clan Rajan." "The Raj?! Really?! Here?! Quick, get the good silks out... I don't care if they cost a lot!" "That man will buy us out...." is the last grumble spoken from an elderly, Varati wine merchant. Title: Fresh Food in the Tent City After endless days of the salted whale meat, the denizens of the Tent City greeted the arrival of fresh vegetables and beef with cries of joy. Rather than the usual slightly old and beaten cabbages and turnips, crisp greens and beef were handed out to the refugees by the food distribution network. To all that inquired, it was said that the fresh food was due to a gift by Clan Rajan. Title: Atesh-Gah Troops During the last several days, a considerable amount of troops have been seen leaving and entering the city through the Varati section of Haven. Most of the troops are composed of the silver-and-black Agni-Haidar or the red-robed Atarvani Akhund. There seems to be quite a hustle and bustle as troops depart the embassy and re-enter it. It is difficult to tell exactly what is going on in the Varati stronghold.... Title: Unusual Visitor A highly unusual visit was paid to the Palladium today. The refugees parted to allow the passing of four of the Varati's fierce Agni-Haidar and the colorfully-clad woman that they protected. The Shakir of Clan Khalida, Shahar, was seen to enter the gates of the Palladium with her entourage where she waited until the arrival of Praefect Augustin. The two women had a brief, terse meeting there in the Propylaea, both standing for the entirety of the visit. The guards at the gate of the Palladium seemed visibly relieved when the Praefect turned to retreat back to House Augustus and the Shakir exited the area with her protectors. Little has been said about what was discussed. Title: The Refugee Crowd... ...seems to have stabilized in size at approximately five hundred men, women and children, the crowd showing no appreciable increase or decrease for several days. With the assistance increased to both the crowd in front of the Palladium and the thousands remaining in the tent-city, both 'camps' seem content to stay where they are. Title: The Emperor Named In the Empyreal quarter, early afternoon, a cadre of Praetorians escorted Legate Leonidas Thanatos to a swiftly-erected podium and stood watch during the following announcement: "Cousins and citizens of the Empyre, I stand before you to announce that the Aegis, now restored, has come to a decision regarding the one who will claim the throne of the Empyre and rule us as we rebuild and reclaim. "Let it be known this day that the Empyre shall be led by Optio Drusus Marcus Jove, a citizen in good standing. Let it further more be known that he has accepted this position. The time and date of his coronation and subsequent wedding, both to be held in Civitas Dei, will be announced shortly. "We look forward to many years' prosperity in the shelter of his wings." Title: An Apology Shortly after the announcement of the Empyre's new Emperor, Leonidas and his escort of Praetorians made their way toward the Delphic Citidel. Though there was no podium erected this time, an overturned crate served as a suitable platform for the words spoken. "Let it be known that I speak for the Aegis, the Praetorians, and the Empyre itself when I speak here today. "Firstly, an apology for the delay in a resolution to the war that has divided nations and destroyed so many lives. It is the hope of the Empyre that the Varati nation and all those affected understand that the process of rebuilding does take time. However, there is no excuse for unanswered questions, and to that end, we apologize. "We likewise apologize to the Varati nation, her people, and to the god-king that leads them, Khalid Atar, for the atrocities of this war. Neither side are truly victims nor victors, as both participated in the conflict. With the treaty that has been negotiated, it is our belief that such horrible decisions will not have to be made, such losses not be reckoned. "We ask that all hostilities end, that those angered or injured by these my words, or by future slights, real or perceived, be handled with cooler tempers and clearer thought prevailing." Title: Truus, She's Back! Bep, for years a faithful servant to House Jove, comes running to her sister Truus, for years a faithful servant to House Acesius, and sits her down, talking even before she sets her own voluminous behind on the unstable bench, "Truus, she's back!" Truus winces at both the creaking of the bench and the squeaking voice by her ear and eyes her sister with raised brows, "Who is back, Bep?" she asks slowly. The Jovian servant shifts excited in her seat, ignoring the protesting bench, "Helena! Truus, Helena is back! After four weeks, she's back!" Now that gets Truus' attention if nothing else would, and she shakes her sister by the arms, making the bench moan, "Bep, is it true? You're not seeing things again?" Bep snorts indignantly while the bench seems to imitate her mood, "Truus, of course this is true, I saw her with my own eyes and if you do not believe me, ask Janus, he saw her too... Covered with bruises she was, looked like she has been whipped too, you know," the woman nods. Truus gapes, "Whipped? Oh Bep, how aweful! She had a lot coming her way, but never anything like this?!" The servant shifts, the bench leaning with her. Raising her voice with the creaking of the bench, not minding who hears her, Bep continues, "Quite naked she was, Truus. That cute Ceterion, Cyrano? He was the one carried her in, he did. Covered by a cloak she was, but it fell away." "Sweet Apollo!" Truus exclaims, "Have they caught the one that did it, Bep? I heard they was looking for that hunk of a Milos? Have they caught him?" The bench grunts for attention. Her sister shakes her head and Bep explains eagerly, "Truus, Milos had nothing to do with it! He is far away in the Floating City. No, they are now searching for Timotheus, you know, the one that used to be gardener? He's been missing for days. Always thought he had an evil streak to him..." The bench wobbles dangerously. Truus nods wisely, "Oh yes Bep, never trusted that one for a single second. Aww, poor Milos, how could anyone ever thought that of him? You just have to look at him and know he could not heard a fly!" Screaming, the bench begs to be freed. Bep leans back, sighing at the ceiling, "So right you are Truus, Milos is like a lamb, only the righteous can look that good..." This however, is too much for the bench, and with a last loud farewell, it gives way underneath the two sisters. Looking mightily ashamed, the two part, Truus runs to give around the news within the Palladium, while Bep rushes to her cousin Bertus, who owns a small store in the Rialto. And so the story spreads... Title: Princeps Named In Civitas Dei, Kalypso Tritonides rose before the whole of the Aegis to formally nominate Leonidas Severinus Thanatos for Princeps of the Aegis. It is widely said that the Deus has earned far-reaching respect among the Aegians, partly arising from the settlement for peace he negotiated, and for the grace and dignity he gives to his House and to the Empyre at large. He was elected with a three-quarter majority vote of the Aegis, only a few members objecting for reasons unknown, though his age and House may have played deciding factors. Rumors that the balance of House Power has now shifted are widespread, some saying that the days of House Thanatos being the 'black sheep' of the Empyre are over, while others are saying that the newly established Princeps may, yet, follow in the steps of his cousin. Only time shall tell. Title: New Ship in Port (This rumor is in fact quite true, and can be readily confirmed by looking out into the harbor of Haven. It is something that evidently causes the lifting of more than a few eyebrows). Last night, a rather interesting new arrival made its way into Haven's harbor on the evening tide. It is an Atlantean vessel flying the silver-on-black pennon of the Orcinus Decemvirate. The boat is much smaller than the Iruka... it is essentially a large outrigger canoe painted in dread black and built primarily for ocean-going travel and speed. Unlike the Iruka, it is primarily composed of Atlanteans... though a few Empyereans can be seen in the rigging of the vessel. At the docks, a small skiff can be detected in the same dread black color scheme floating there, and empty save for a small guard. Title: Brawl! Word spreads rapidly after a brawl in the Siren's Song nearly turned into a riot. The Empyrean, Timotheus, wanted by a number of different people for various crimes he may or may not have committed, tried to kill the cyprian Jenean in the middle of the Siren during one of its busiest hours. The attack quickly spawned a fight, which created multiple more fights, until the interior of the Siren looked like the site of a stampede. Many injuries were reported, including Jenean, the Siren's bartender, Raven, and the one who started it all, Timotheus. The Empyrean was taken into custody by the Hounds and is currently being held at the Bastion. Title: Craft Astorius Released Word trickles down from Civitas Dei, easily confirmed by Praetorians and Aegians alike. Craft Astorius, former Tribune of the Praetorian Guard, was released from his prison today. Though no details were given about the terms of his release, rumors abound that he only has a week of freedom. What exactly this means is speculative, at this point. Title: There was an Attack... "...committed by several members of the Praetorian Guard on several members of the Varati delegation to the Palladium," Leonidas, the new Princeps, was reported to say. "It will not go unanswered. Those who participated will be turned over to the council at Delphi, for further consideration of a suitable punishment. In this manner, we avoid all claims of protecting our own, or sacrificing them without compassion. Those at Delphi will be just." Title: An Addition to Tent City... Over the last few days, there has been a quiet sort of bustle near the center of Tent City. A few small tents have been shifted to make room for a bright, new tent, large enough to house several people. On a wooden post before the entrance flaps a banner -- a golden sun rising on a cerulean background. Those who seem to work there, mostly mongrels and one or two Empyreans, seem quite busy dispensing food, medicine, taking names for citizenship and helping organize caravans north. When asked, the people who work there are happy to say that they are the temporary embassy for the new nation in the north, established for the mongrel people and those who are oppressed. Title: Aegian Aid From the pen of Aegian Marcus Longinius to the mouths of heralds who shout it throughout the Empyre: "Proud citizens of the Empyre, harken and take heed! It is announced this day that the era of our greatness begins now! We have suffered a great loss, but shall grow stronger for it. Many people, noble of spirit and courageous of heart, have been unrightly dispossessed of their homes and their lives by this cursed conflict that we have so recently emerged from. Yet other provinces of the Empyre remain virtually untouched, and for many, life continues on as it always has. So it is that we of the Aegis have come to a decision to allow mercy and compassion to rule the day. Let justice prevail by our decree: "That every merchant house that wishes to aid the refugees in terms of food, shelter, or the process of rebuilding their lives, there shall be a relief in taxes proportionate to the expense of aiding the unfortunates of this war. For every coin spent in aiding a family to once again become productive members of our society, that coin shall be considered payment enough when the tax collectors make their rounds. In this way, our people may quickly regain the pride that we so rightly hold in the strength of our society, and those who can afford to aid may do so in knowing that the Aegis and our new Emperor smile upon their efforts. Compassion shall not go unrewarded. "Look to the keeping of your records merchants of the Empyre, for they shall be your relief come the time of payment." Title: A Roaring Flame It was late last night when a roaring *whoosh* could be heard over most of Haven. A cloud of fire lit the sky with a bright, orangish tint. And it did not die quickly, but continued to chase the shroud of night away for almost an hour's time. Many followed the howling beacon to its source upon the beach. They found that this rolling streak of angry fire was cast directly into the sky, and burned its entire time from only one rather small log standing straight on end. Murmurs of magic filtered through the crowd that gathered there as the flame finally cut off in an abrupt fashion. Indeed, such a blaze could not have continued so long if not aided by magic. As eyes began to adjust to the sudden darkness of night again, one inquisitive child pointed out something that caused even more worried glances at each other and murmurs of dread, fear and wonder. A slightly distorted hand-print embedded in the smooth face of a boulder which sat just next to the previously burning log. What could that be? What could be the meaning of such a mark? Speculation and philosophies run rampant over those who witnessed it first hand. The rumors of the night's strange occurrence seems to have sparked the interest of many who, in turn, trekked down to the beach to see for themselves. An unusual event indeed, the meaning apparently yet to be revealed. Title: Fairway Public House Destruction Fires seem all the rage for the week, with greedy tongues of hell-red flames consuming the Fairway Tavern overnight. Oily smoke belched up to taint the sky. Rumors swirl and mingle as they are wont to do. Some claim it is related to the fires seen on the beach, and that a rogue Fire-Elemental has lost control. Others declare that it was a good thing the tavern was razed and long past time. Then there are those who insinuate it was a covering-up exercise for the drug trade obviously being run from its doors. Some wonder if it has anything to do with a hurried bunch of bloodied figures seen running and limping from the depths of the city garden towards the tavern. Die-hards bemoan the loss of another watering hole, while neighbours are glad their own properties were only mildly damaged before the Hounds showed up to attend to the situation. The lawkeepers are remarkably close-lipped about what was found in the wreckage, though a recurring thread of gossip would seem to indicate a number of bodies. Title: A Thief in the Palladium Word trickles out to Haven that a thief has struck the Palladium. Due to the Palladium being Empyre ground, and the Praetorians handling such things internally, the rumor is sketchy and vague. Some say it was House Thanatos, and others say that it was Tritonis. Some say the entire House was robbed clean (Picture the Grinch hitting Whoville at Christmas), while others say only a few trinkets and baubles were taken. One consistent part of the rumor that seems to delight listeners, though, is that a noblewoman slept in her bed as this thief rifled through her belongings. Actual facts are quite scarce on this rumor... Title: Midnight Visitor Late in the night, a few nights after the thief was said to have struck the Palladium, just when everyone had started to forget, a figure slipped into the massive refugee camp outside of the Palladium. The few that saw him said that he was clad all in black. Scarves and silks covered his entire form. As he slipped through the camp, he stopped here and there, giving out small packages to the refugees. Each package was wrapped in a paper ribbon, stamped with a wax seal, resembling the seal of House Tritonis. The packages consisted of some clothing, some food, but mostly money. Due to the late hour, most people did not even realize anything had occurred until the next morning when the packages were found. A few saw him, though. A few even claim that he spoke to them, promising more where that came from, but that this would probably be the only time they saw him. Then, he was gone, slipped away into the darkness. Title: She's Baaaaack You know that there cook? The curvy, black-skinned Varati female who used to inhabit that there neat little shop/shack like booth in the Rialto? Well, she's back. A couple of things are different, though. Elma and Riba, a pair of low-class vaisya vendors, gossip. "And then I heard that she just went and ran right out of the house, bringing her kids with her and everything!" "Tsk. What a way to behave. Her parents must not've brought her up correctly, when she gets jealous like that!" "Speaking of women with a wee bit too much fire. Have ye heard? Opal's back!" "Op'l? That there one who had that Agni-Haidar nearly kill her? She who was jugglin', what, five or seven different men at one time?" Elma's tone is a mixture of envy, warmth, disapproval, and a little bit of amazement. To be able to do that, without getting caught! "Aye. The one who's still got a kshatri after her. But she and Cyrus seem to really like one another, ye know?" "Aye, I've seen the way he looks at her, alright." A couple of giggles, before Riba finally gets back to the subject. "Well, anyways, she's been seen shopping in the Rialto. My cousin's husband sold her some apples just the other day. But she's emptied out the stall she used to have? And there's no trace of that there bawling brat, either, the Aphra one. And her clothes? Real fine lookin'. I heard a rumor that she was temporarily hired by a certain Xerxes kshatri lady. She wanted to keep her, but Opal apparently left once she had enough money." "Enough money for... what?" "I don't know. Maybe she's finally bought that there restaurant she always talked about wanting?" A couple of guffaws at that, for some reason, before the topic moves on to other things. Title: The Passing of the Torch? It's a simple conversation, one you could likely over hear any number of places... maybe two mongrels gossiping as they mill about the Rialto, or as drunken banter at your favorite bar. It would actually matter little... The recounting is something of an odd event. A group of young mongrels congregated in the city garden. Many would say they were playing with wooden swords, but they all seemed just a little too old for such play (though in some cases, barely.) The few times people actually approached to ask, they said that they were 'training,' so that they can go and sign up for the grown army for the land awarded the mongrels after the treaty between the Varati and the Empyreans. Most all that heard that laughed (supposedly one Empyrean laughed so hard he had started to hyperventilate for a time). It was not long after that an older and weathered mongrel happened upon the motley crew. With a grump, he asked them what they were doing and when told, he shook his head, and in a quite blase manner, informed them that they were 'doin' it wrong.' At least he didn't laugh. All things said though, it was the final straw for one of the older of the group. After raising up his wooden sword to wallop the old timer, he was quickly found flat on his back, the grizzled mongrel standing over him offering the practice sword back to the man. He said, "If you insist on just up and marching happily to your death, why don't you at least let someone show you how to take a few of your enemies with you?" The other mongrels blinked and looked between each other, a bit surprised someone was taking them seriously, and all agreed with lost shrugs. The older man helped the mongrel to his feet and then spent the remainder of the day passing on instruction to them. Other details fly in the conversation about who the older mongrel was. Most agree that he was a retired mercenary, some even claim he was once a Hound once upon a time. The most common name given is One-Eye Dremmond. Perhaps the mongrel's are starting to take the concept of having a land of their own more seriously? Title: A Return Sometimes the sea delivers curious things to Haven. Tonight, it's a tall, solidly-muscled Varati, hair and skin weathered by weeks at sea, disembarking from a battle-scarred trader ship with a few gruff words of thanks. Few on the docks give him more than a glance, but those who do often take a second look and scratch their heads: familiar, this man, but where from? Title: Skirmish on the Beach? A rumor is circulating outside Delphi and down along the beach area... But what rumor might that be? Oh, it has many variations. Several are quite exciting and involve planned attacks, but the truth is much simpler, and can be strung together if one listens to enough versions. It is a tale of a mute Atlantean woman named Jasmine and a little Atlantean boy, called Dagon. They came upon a man on the beach, a man who was in the process of slaying another man. As this mongrel murderer turned upon the woman, the boy ran for help. He found it in the form of a certain Acolyte sworn to Pasiphae, called Naiadre. They hurried back to the beach and a fight for Jasmine's life ensued... later joined by a Hound known as Caleb and another Atlantean called Koralland. It was a short but vicious fight, with Jasmine losing conciousness and a lot of blood. Naia, too, suffered wounds, as did Dagon. While Caleb managed to knock out the brigand long enough to haul him back to the Bastion, Koralland used his minor healing on Jasmine, binding her wounds enough to get her to Delphi for healing, where the others were also taken. What is Haven coming to, when you cannot take a walk on the beach without fearing for your life or those of your friends? Title: Influenza in the Tent City As the food riots pass into the dim memories of the refugees and they become used to consuming salted whale meat, a new crisis rises in the Tent City. The heavy spring rains have flooded the grounds and no amount of drainage can remove the tons of water that soaked the refugee camp over the last few weeks. It started as a sniffle, then a cough, but is now a full-fledged epidemic of influenza. Delphi, in the form of Medea, has graciously built a clinic against the northern wall of Haven. Formed from the earth, the clinic is of solid stone except for its roof, which is covered with a canvas tarp and overlaid with straw. Outside the clinic is a large, empty hole, which has been filled with fresh water. In addition, the Varati and mongrel workers have been busily digging new drainage ditches that run to through the camp to the wall of Haven where a huge trough diverts the excess water (and waste) around the city and toward the sea on the other side. An example of mighty engineering, the new ditches have aided in alleviating some, but not all of the water overflow problems in the camp. Even now, mongrel worker continues enlarging the ditch complex. Sick refugees have flooded the healing center, for the flu and other ills. Many refugees have been heard to comment that the healers are taking strict attendance, for some unknown reason. Herbalists and healers-in-training, both from Delphi, the Atarvani and some unaffiliated, have been seen moving throughout the camp, giving aid to those refugees stricken with milder cases of the flu. The most serious cases have been taken to the Healer clinic. Strict hygeine is currently being observed in the Tent City. Women are asked to boil all cooking items before using them and to keep water from entering their tents if at all possible. The epidemic would appear to be under control for the moment, but continues to strike without remorse. Each day, there are new victims. So far, no deaths have been reported. Title: Art? It seems that a new 'artist' has been working diligently in the Palladium. The flagstones of the courtyard in the living quarters have been slowly filling up with child-like drawings and words in white chalk and black coal marks. The figures depicted are recognizable as different denizens of the Palladium, and prominent are Cassius, Arianna, Elidi, Malachi, Oriane and Drusus. A few stones advertise the virtues of Oriane with 'Oryann is verry nice!' And Drusus and Arianna have several similar promotions. Cassius always looks sad in his pictures and near him are always little phrases like 'Help the Deus!' Drewsus Jove is verry cute! Title: Food for Bep & Truus... er... Thought The Domina Helena Jove has left the Palladium about two hours before dawn. She was escorted by the same four guardsmen. The group was lightly packed and on question, they were heading home, to the Jovian estates up in Civitas Dei. The plan at first was to leave at dawn, but the departure went down earlier after the domina returned from her cousin Selene's room almost hysterical. When the lovely lady will return is not clear. Title: Orcinus War-Fleet in Haven Waters (This rumor has circulated around the entire city and has even made its way into the countryside. It is the sort of thing that has taken a life of its own and everyone knows of it... even the Heralds are speaking of it on the street). At midday yesterday, the unthinkable occurred and a sight that has not been seen in over a thousand years revealed itself in Haven's harbor. An Atlantean war-fleet of flat-black ships passed though the waters of Haven Bay, demonstrating briefly before moving onward to the east and disappearing from view. The fleet consisted a two small outriggers and ten low-slung war galleas, followed by four massive catamarans that were impossibly large... second only to the fabled tradeships of the Amaris. The decks of the vessels were lined by several rows of Atlantean warriors in bone armor and coral knives. Beneath the vessels were several dark shadows that some Atlanteans on the docks murmured were Atlanteans traveling beneath the vessels. There was a large, black pennon wavering in the breeze on the tallest of the black catamarans... a silver shark under a silver moon upon a black background that Atlanteans in the crowd identified as belonging to the Orcinus Decemvirate. Further down the mizzenmast, there fluttered the Pennon of the Varati People... a small Pennon that waved in the breeze enigmatically. Title: Refugee Crowd Dwindling The refugee crowd camped before the Palladium, once at a size of approximately five hundred, has steadily decreased in size due to the assistance and concerted efforts of several individuals. The current size of the crowd is estimated at three hundred Empyrean and mongrel men, women and children. Noted amongst those aiding the refugees are the Aegian Marcus Longinius, whose promise of tax breaks has reaped steadily-increasing rewards, a local Siren's song performer named Kaia, whose daily gift of fresh foodstuffs have been enthusiastically welcomed, and a mysterious cloaked and masked man, whose gifts of clothes, money, and other precious items has seen a number of refugees able to take up more permanent residence in local apartments. Dampening the higher spirits of the refugees, however, are the cases of influenza spreading through the crowd, the sickness carried from the tent-city north of town by those that travel between the camp and the Palladium refugees. So far, the Empyreans, children, and elderly seem to be affected the most, though there have been no deaths as of yet. Title: Palladium Security In lieu of recent events, security at the Palladium has been tightened considerably. The walls of the embassy are regularly patroled and extra guardsmen have been put on watch. Perhaps oddly to those observing, the security at the gate did not seem to change, as it was already quite diligent in its duties. Is this new watchfulness caused by tension with the Varati, or because of rumors of thievery within the Palladium? Title: Wanted! The word goes out that House Augustus is looking to hire guardsmen, perhaps in the wake of recent stories of burglaries in the Empyreal embassy. Word spreads through the Praetorian Guard and via rumor that Dea Augustin is looking for veterans to fill the post... preferably Velites. (Velites? She'd even hire mongrels? Yup. Mongrels are welcome to apply as are non-noble Empyreans who served in the war effort. Note that just because she said she's looking for veterans doesn't necessarily mean that's the only people she'll hire. Same goes for Velites. Disabled Praetorians are welcome as well). Title: Angry Atlanteans in the Rialto Criers shouted out the word throughout Haven that a pronouncement would be made in the Rialto. Curious passersby and concerned citizens gathered in the marketplace and were not disappointed. Orcinus Kuronbo appeared without delay and under heavy guard to announce the purpose for the appearance of his huge warfleet a few days past. Claiming self-defense, the Orcinus stated that the fleet was staying at the Varati Port of Al'Salla'Hin in order to defend the Orcinus people from further assaults as was suffered by the Iruka a few weeks past. He claimed that the fleet meant no harm to Haven or the Atlantean people, yet a voice from the crowd cried foul. This voice was Orman Riva, captain of the Korallion Guard. She called Orcinus Kuronbo an affront and a disgrace to the Atlantean people and accused him of several things: that the fleet could not have arrived in such a short time, that he had invaded Ormani territory, and that he had brought the fleet under false pretenses. She stopped short of outright saying that Orcinus Kuronbo had brought his fleet to declare war on the Ormani Decemvirate, but it would not seem hard to catch the general direction of her accusations. Orcinus Kuronbo responded to Orman Riva's charges, saying that the fleet had been sitting just off the territorial waters of the Orman. At this point, Captain Riva accused the Orcinus of manufacturing the attack on the Iruka for the sole purpose of bringing this fleet and that the dead in the attack were killed by him, in order to silence them from speaking the truth. The angry Atlantean woman left at this point and the crowd quickly dispersed, but the exchange of words will most assuredly provide a large amount of grist for the rumor mill. Title: The Coronation of an Emperor All knew that it would happen eventually, with the surety of the seasons passing, but finally word comes from Civitas Dei that the presumed-Emperor will finally have his coronation... "Let it be known to all loyal citizens of the Empyre that on the thirtieth of May, in the year three thousand nine hundred and four, Drusus Marcus Jove, descendant of the great Kronian, dons the circlet of rulership and takes his place as ruler of our great Empyre. Chosen by the Aegis as he has been blessed with the affinity of the Kronian, his own ancestor, so too are we blessed with the years of glory and prosperity he will bring to our people and our nation. May those ancient leaders who have ascended gloriously before him guide his reign with wisdom and insight. "The Ceremony of the Circlet will occur in Civitas Dei before assembled Aegians and Nobles. Honored guests of other nations will be accorded respect during their attendance. All within the city, and the Empyre as a whole, will share in the celebration such a momentous occasion engenders. "Let it also be known that the Emperor's marriage to Aurora Khalida will take place two weeks hence from the Coronation." The last is included in only the briefest of terms while the details of the coronation itself are cried out to every corner of the Empyre. Title: Just Talk In the Siren's Song: Frank the Sailor: "Aye, Varati and Atlantean. Some sort of association, some sort of agreement. That's all the flag could mean." Jimbo the Pirate: "Indeed? Are you sure? Perhaps there was a Varati diplomat on board. That might be the reasoning behind the two flags flying together." Frank the Sailor: "I don't know that, but I do know that they better figure out who's with who, or factions will start taking the wrong sides. I know the Captain Giraldine was either suprised or upset when she saw that ship, for as it drew away over the horizon, she quickly went to the city. She's always been a supporter of the Atlanteans, and I have no idea of what the Varati mean to her. I just hope that this is all righted soon, or rumor will lead the masses one way or another." Jimbo the Pirate: "Aye. Let's drink." Title: House Tritonis and Refugee Relief The progress of the winged servants was, at first, slow -- pairs descending from the sky with trays of food between them into the milling throng of the refugees outside Palladium's gates. Food was passed, with no fancy speeches, merely kind words by the servants. Guards appeared next, tall golden men leaving the gates of Palladium, blankets held in arms of steel. Just how, and where, these men got such a large supply of blankets is questionable, but they were passed first to children, and women with babies, though there were far too many refugees, and not nearly enough blankets. Again no long speeches, the men eloquent in the few words of support they offered. It was then that the tallest of the men spread his wings, rising just above the heads of the masses, his voice ringing out, though perhaps not heard by many. "House Tritonis offers coin and transport to those seeking to make a new home in the newly created Kingdom of Arelate. Raise your voices and make your wishes known to any who wear the badge of House Tritonis, and you will be heard." Title: A Week of Festivities Already now, the murmuring has begun. On the streets and in the common houses, people of all types and from all cultures have started to talk about the upcoming festival intended to celebrate the founding of Delphi and the uniqueness of each of the races which are brought together by the school of magic and by the city of Haven. Even though the parties are not scheduled to begin for another several weeks, plans for the event are being made, and although the official announcement didn't speak of a structure to the festivities, word of the plan has leaked out to the public. According to rumor, after the opening gala, which will be hosted by Delphi, each race will individually host a segment of the celebration, and all will be invited to participate. The exact nature of each part has yet to be announced, but it is said that the festival will include an Empyrean Masquerade; an outdoor party featuring numerous colorful kites by the Varati; a Sylvan-sponsored night dedicated to their god, Ferrin; and a dance of some sort by the Atlanteans. Additional rumors continue to fly, but most people now await further official news before finalizing plans. Title: Refugee Exodus Amid the numerous attempts by individuals and groups to ease the suffering of the refugees, it appears as if one of their own has finally arisen to offer them guidance and help. Rumors spread quickly amongst Haven of a mongrel man who appeared in the midst of a sleet storm and spoke with resounding strength before a the crowd at the Palladium. He called himself "Thomas Murako" (Murako, to you Sylvan types, means "New Moon") and said he was a slave. With great passion and not a bit of skill, he began to speak to the sick, cold crowd, telling them of the numerous lies of the pure races, and promises which never came to be. He called them to take charge of their destinies and to not be afraid to break free of their masters. Using words like "hope" and "future," he called each of the crowd to throw in with him to travel to the New Kingdom of Arelate. To make a new life there and start over as free men and women. Tired and worn from their exhaustive ordeal, many of the assembled refugees were moved by the mongrel's words and threw in with him when the call to "follow" him, a surprisingly large number of the mass moved off in tow. By the setting of the sun that evening, two hundred refugees had gathered to Thomas Murako's 'banner' and moved beyond the confines of Haven to an encampment not far to the north of Haven. There, it was said they were provided for with food and healing where necessary. Now, the small, rag-tag band apparently prepares to make a forray into the ruined land of Arelate and start what some are calling a "New Nation." Many Empyreans and others consider the idea pure folly. No one would consider it possible that a caste of slaves and common-folk could even hope to survive, let alone create a new civilization. Yet, those who rallied to this mysterious mongrel's banner believed in his words enough to place their lives in his hands. Title: Proclamation Given in the Rialto The following proclamation was given to the Heralds to deliver to the people of Haven. It was declared in the Rialto, on the morning of Wednesday, May 24, 3904. "Dear people of Haven, for the past few weeks, I have aided the refugees, handing out what I could in money and food. I took from the noble houses of the Empyre so that they might aid you in your times of need. I did not clean any house of valuables, merely took baubles they no longer needed. These trinkets have fed you, clothed you and helped you buy passage from Haven, or homes to live in. Finally, the Empyre has acted, distributing food and blankets. Finally, at least one of the Houses have openly done something. No longer will the noble houses be targeted by my forays. So long as the Empyre takes care of its own, I will no longer be needed to remind them of what is right and what is wrong. People of the Empyre, you have fought long and hard in your war, but do not forget those in need. They must be cared for. You must care for them. If you do not. I will return. Perhaps not tomorrow, perhaps not in a week, or a forenight. But I will return. The proclamation is signed, "Mask." The proclamation was delivered by the Herald StormBearer. Title: When the Snow Melts... It'd seem that spring brings with it more than just flowers to this fair city. A certain li'l Varati street-kid has been seen more and more frequently these last couple of days. Yeah. You know that one. That extremely foul-smelling one. The one who gets even the other people on this shadier side of life to turn their gaze away. And their nostrils, if they're wise. The one who has very often been known to eat the larvae and maggots that thrive so well in that undefinable area of decomposed clothing/dirt/skin on its body. That one. The one who, if asked, might tell you that it's called 'Rida.' That one. It's sort of hard to determine exact gender beneath all that filth and... other things, but then again, who'd really want to know? Title: Refugee Crowd Dissipates Since Thomas Murako's rallying speech and Dea Tritonides' pledge of aid and relocation assisstance, the refugee crowd camped outside of the Palladium's gates has steadily dwindled in size. By the evening of May 26th, less than a hundred mongrel and Empyrean men, women and children remained -- and in the quiet, windy hours of the early morning of the 27th, the remaining few were helped in wagons to the tent-city north of town to have their influenza seen to. The departure of the starving, filthy refugees is a relief for many both within and without the Palladium; the Hound patrols, a steady fixture while the refugees were there, have returned to their usual rotation -- and the rags and rubbish left behind are quickly taken care of by Palladium servants and guards. Title: Coronation Festivities Word comes of the preparations for the weeks of festivities surrounding the crowning of the Empyre's new ruler, Drusus Marcus Jove: two weeks' worth of parties, plays, recitation, music, dancing, offerings to the gods, and other forms of celebration. While the events will be centered in Civitas Dei where the coronation is to take place, every major city -- and any city pretending to be major -- will have festitivies of its own. Orders for every conceivable kind of delicacy have delighted local merchants, as many of the more exotic foods and goods are primarily available through Haven: anything that can survive the day's trip to Civitas Dei is taken up by griffin or -- in some isolated cases -- by individual courier. There are increased orders for the Palladium's own celebrations as well, and local artists begin to deliver the commissioned carvings of gods and lares to the Houses intent on showing their devotion by adding new icons to their cellae. The gossip is rich and abundant: this noblewoman bought that shade of silk for a dress in which to present herself to the new Emperor in the celestial city -- what was she thinking? That guardsman has had himself a new sword made so that he might appear properly attired while on duty. "My master has been summoned to appear at the first evening's ball and he's beside himself with worry over the proper accessories for his retainers' clothing!" In all of this there is a touch of desperation, or at least grim purpose, as if the celebrants are determined to have festivities like those of the days of old, when the Empyre was ascendant -- they are determined to make merry as if the of the Varati victory did not hover over their recent past, or loom over their future. There is also buzz about the invitees; it's rumored that representatives from all the races have been invited, as well as from Delphi too. Several of the popular, well-known, community-oriented inhabitants of the tent city are said to have been invited. Title: The Refugee Remains The "'Fugee Flu," as it is quickly becoming known, is spreading more rampantly throughout Palladium know, most likely originating from the servants of House Tritonis who were seen passing out food and blankets to the refugees outside the gates of Palladium. The House Guard has been decimated by the sickness, only one left of the three, and he occupied on other matters. While many members of the House haven't been in the Haven embassy of much, lately, it would seem that the matriarch, herself, has become a victim of the quickly spreading illness, fainting as she was preparing to leave for the wedding in Masada, and quickly rushed back to her chambers. The lone remaining guard has refused to answer questions on the matriarch's health, and the only other servant allowed into her chambers has refused comment as well. Some might speculate that the young woman did not survive the deadly illness which caused her not only to miss the wedding of her cousin to Khalid Atar, but to miss the coronation festivities as well. The House servants have been increasingly tight-lipped about the number of staff afflicted, but only one or two are seen regularly entering and leaving the House as it quickly spreads among the members of the House. All non-family members, besides servants, have been denied access to the House, and even family members who have been absent of late are urged to stay away, for their own safety. Title: Oh, by the Gods, They're Serious?! Well, as they often do, the rumors of the camp of refugees getting ready to make for Arelate are starting to fly. Some are downright silly. Others are stretches of the truth. Then there are those that are repeated enough that their truth is pretty well accepted. This might be such a rumor. Apparantly, a group of the strongest men and women in the mongrel camp have been seen from time to time out in the fields near their camp, training with spears. The face that is reportedly most often seen presiding over this is that of the grizzled old mercenary that came back to town recently, One-Eye Dremmond. Apparently, he's doing somthing right, because with each progressive telling, reports seem to be that the mongrels are improving. My god... they must truly be serious. Title: Mongrels, Flu, Tent City, Oh My! Like fire through the dry summer brush, word of the magnetic Thomas the Mongrel sweeps through the sick denizens of the Tent City. The mongrel refugees, many still stricken with severe cases of influenza, abandon the Varati generosity to place themselves under the leadership of one of their own kind. Nefer Maat Al'Samar was heard to say, to her clerks, that the mongrels formed approximately ten percent of the camp and estimated that loss of one thousand people in the camp was a boon to the overworked Healers and the, now, slightly strained food distribution network. After all, salted whale meat must eventually run out. The departure of the mongrels will allow the Varati food network to eek out an additional three days of food for all the Empyreans still suffering Varati charity. Yet, the Empyreans are beginning to depart as well. As families are fully recovered from the flu, some are leaving the refugee camp to return to the war-torn homeland. However, some, such as those which fled from Arelate, stay, indecisive as to where they will turn next. Very slowly, the number of refugees in the Tent City is decreasing, though the spread of the flu has not halted and continues to rampage despite all measures that have been employed. Title: Celebrations Continue! Some of the highlights of the past four days: six new plays have been premiered, including the highly-anticipated new work from Tertius Varro Provix, "Valenia and Xeres at Aro Major," which played to a full house and received rave reviews. The Empyreal gardens were opened to a seek-and-find, in which baskets of sweets and coins were hidden in the bushes, flower beds, herb beds, and treetops to be found by the city's children. The House of Orestes held a gala banquet and ball, a glittering social event on their sprawling estates toward the edge of the floating city. Entertainment featured dancing, poetry recitals, horse races (yes, horse races in Civitas Dei), and a feast cake in the shape of a dragon fully thirty-five feet long. Drills and other military demonstrations were given by House Guards and elements of the Schola. This featured some competitions including archery, spear-work, and a mock battle. The annual marathon flight race: some seven hundred young men and women flew around
the entire circumference of the city twelve times, to celebrate the twelve tasks of Heracles. The
race was won by Eurydice Luca Scipio, from the famous Praetorian House.
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