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Black Thorn Resistance/Free North News Issue 6

2023-08-09T20:07:24Z

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'''OOC Disclaimer: The following is about Empire, revolution, settler colonialism, and it’s many consequences. The opinions stated here are to be taken in character and should not be taken as out of character judgements. It is intended as in character rhetoric. Except that we should have a rolton cryptid. Oh and do not insert into any orifices. Or do, I’m just not legally responsible for it.'''

'''IC Disclaimer: The Black Thorns are more of a collective, and less of a organization with hierarchy and a roster. Please do not take the perspective of one member to apply to all of us.'''

[[File:Freenorthnews.png|375px|thumb|Right|generated by MidJourney]]
[[File:thehatman.jpg|375px|thumb|left|The Hatman Cometh, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Faerinn's Player]]

In the quaint town of Icemule Trace, nestled amidst the snowy peaks, a group of Krovlin child refugees found solace and camaraderie in their shared experiences. Their small enclave became a safe haven where they clung to their heritage, holding on to a tattered copy of the Free North News, a treasured relic from their homeland. It was a symbol of hope, a reminder that they were not alone in their struggles.

One frosty evening, as the wind howled through the narrow streets, the children gathered around a flickering hearth, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of a lantern. Wrapped in heavy furs, they huddled close, passing around the precious newspaper, their eyes wide with curiosity and fear.

"Have you heard the tale of the ManRolt?" whispered Sasha, her voice barely audible above the crackling fire. "It is said to roam these mountains, half man and half ram, with sharp horns and eyes that pierce the darkness. They say it preys on those who dare venture alone into the woods."

A shiver ran through the children as they exchanged nervous glances. But the allure of the unknown was too strong to resist, and they urged Sasha to continue.

"And then there's the Hatman," chimed in Zander, pulling his blanket closer. "He wears a vast, wide-brimmed hat that casts a shadow over his entire face. Dressed all in black, he roams the streets of Icemule Trace at night, looking for children to snatch away and take to his navy of lost children."

The children gasped, their young minds conjuring terrifying images of the Hatman lurking in the shadows, a figure of pure malevolence.

"But fear not, for we are united," declared Mila, the eldest among them, her voice filled with determination. "Together, we are stronger than any cryptid or dark tale. Let the ManRolt and the Hatman tremble in the face of our resilience and unity!"

Encouraged by Mila's words, the children clung to one another, finding strength in their bond. They knew the world beyond Ice Mule Trace could be harsh and unforgiving, but here, in the heart of their newfound community, they had each other's backs.

As the night wore on, the stories grew more daring, and laughter replaced fear. They retold legends of their homeland, weaving threads of their past into the tapestry of their present. The Free North News became a shared emblem of their hope, a testament to their resilience, and a promise of a better future.

==The Faerinn Well: The Otter and the Sun==

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This month I am stealing a page from the former probationary page now squire (congrats), and submitting an allegorical about an otter and the Sun:

In a serene and verdant mining town, there resided a clever and resourceful otter named Ollie. Ollie had built a cozy and sturdy den nestled between the reeds, where he lived with his friends and family. Life was harmonious, save for one undeniable challenge— the relentless and blazing Sun.

Ollie’s fur was his pride, but the Sun’s scorching rays made it nearly unbearable. Paws burning on the hot sand and fur becoming matted, Ollie realized he had to take a difficult decision. He decided to move away from his beloved home, leaving behind the lush land he loved dearly. The Sun’s oppressive heat had forced him to abandon the place where generations of otters had lived before him.

As Ollie resettled in a more hospitable region, he thought he had escaped the Sun’s wrath. However, the Sun, curious and perhaps a tad lonely, couldn’t resist visiting Ollie’s new home. With every visit, disaster followed. The Sun’s rays intensified, melting Ollie’s bayside haven, scorching the land, and causing his friends and family great suffering. The Sun’s purpose was a perplexing and destructive one—it harnessed the suffering of otters to power a menacing super weapon.

Heartbroken and tormented by the sight of his loved ones in pain, Ollie resolved to confront the Sun. “Why do you persist in causing such misery?” he implored. The Sun, shining brightly but heedless of the damage it wreaked, responded nonchalantly, “It’s in my nature. Yet, this time, I assure you, I am kinder than before.”

Skeptical but hoping for change, Ollie let his guard down, inviting the Sun to approach once more. But time and time again, the Sun’s visits brought calamity. Ollie’s friends lost their homes, and his family suffered unbearable hardship. The Sun’s promises of benevolence proved empty, and Ollie’s trust eroded like the sand beneath his paws.

Frustrated by the relentless cycle of destruction, Ollie dared to voice his feelings of helplessness. “Your nature may be unchangeable, but must it always come at the cost of innocent lives?” he asked. The Sun, offended by Ollie’s audacity, couldn’t fathom why the otter questioned its actions. “But it’s in my nature, and this time I have become nicer than eight years ago,” the Sun repeated.

Even as the Sun, shoveled handful upon handful of screaming, burning otters into its ever growing maw, it lamented between bites, “Why don’t you appreciate how much I’ve changed for you?”

Ollie was speechless and distracted by his own amazement that no morsel fell from the Sun’s mouth as they lectured. The Sun had row upon row of pointed, golden teeth that no scrap could escape from.

“Why won’t you forget the things I did before?” the Sun lamented.

From under the cool shade of an ivory tower, a bed of lilies added, “I bet even if you brought him a pile of gold coins, Ollie would complain about them weighing too much.”

The Sun beamed at the entourage. Literally, they grew brighter. Shimmering waves of heat rose from the bleak and barren lands. The air filled a cacophony of otters screaming in agony followed by a sizzle and blended fragrance of burning fur and cooked meat.

==News for the North==
News for the North
* The Aelotoi Celebrate: there continues to be no cure found for their Kiramon induced condition but rumors abound of a new faction as the Aelotian people gather in celebration and remembrance.
* Ta'illistim In Turmoil: Odd rumors flow across the mountain of missing people and closed shops. Travel with caution going east.
* Ta'valor Trembles: Bandits and Pirates have been troubling the Crimson Legion. Travel with caution going even further east.
* Krolvin in Chaos: What is going on in the western waters? Krolvin sightings increase and there are reports the northern section of the island was seen in ruins. Icemule led a brave rescue effort to save what they could.
* Envoys Elected: The Landing has elected new envoys. The Empire is bewildered how anyone can get a position without nepotism or graft.
* Pirates Pierced: Infamous Ship Captain Bodohal is said to have fallen into some vines and died....shame. He left behind a bunch of terrible plans and questions for Torre.
* Icemule Selects the Elects: Dabbings remains as head of Icemule! A new council supports him with some familiar faces!
* Empire's New Weapon- Rumors criss cross the west the empire is building some new super weapon, no one who remembers Talador is suprised. <br>

==Letters to the FNN==
To the Editor <br>
Since the very day we declared our intentions to shake free of the Turamzzyrian yoke, there have
been those who seek to oppose us.<br>
We have been criticized and ridiculed for our beliefs. We have been falsely labeled as terrorists
and cowards. Banned from establishments and exiled from events. Lies have been spread that we
stalk citizens in the night, posing a threat to the safety of a people we have never wished ill
on. <br>
Yet we have endured. The dream of a people deciding their own path free from the grasping claws of
a nation steeped in a history of violence and hate still lives. We will not simply give up and
fade away as some have so vocally wished in our presence. <br>
Corrupt merchants, bought politicians, and any others so desperate to taste the leather of
Imperial boots that they would throw aside all sense can be forewarned. We hear your words and we
do not forget them. Now hear ours.<br>
Freedom in the North.
Anonymous Thorn

- This sounds like Wisdom -D

To the Editor,<br>
Hello Sir or Lady and blessings of the Arkati upon you. I want to thank you for this publication
and all the news it brings to us normal folk.<br>
Many of us normal folk here in Icemule are quite scared about our future. Not only do we have a
volcano and krolvin to deal with, but worse of all we have to deal with a known traitor, Opalina,
somehow making it back on the town council! And Talliver was voted back in too even after letting
her off the hook! <br>
How will we, or our new nation, ever flourish if we keep allowing these corrupt politicians to run
our lives? Something must be done before it's too late!<br>
A Concerned Icemulian

- Elections matter...perhaps should win an election? -D
== '''Kragsfell - A Tale of Empire''' ==
Interview by Aubron
The following interview took place in Koaratos in 5123 more than half a year into the empire’s aggressive expansion and Earl Jovery’s decree for the creation of a new barony in the north.
[[File:KragsfellFNN1.png|300px|thumb|left|Battle of Kragsfell, created in midjourney, by player of Dendum uploaded with permission]]
[[File:KragsfellFNN3.png|200px|thumb|left|Battle of Kragsfell Kindred on the Move, created in midjourney, by player of Dendum, uploaded with permission]]
[[File:KragsfellFNN2.png|500px|thumb|left|Battle of Kragsfell Empire's Charge, created in midjourney, by player of Dendum, uploaded with permission]]
'''Aubron of Talador''': Greetings, fellow travelers! Today, we delve into the fascinating history of the Battle of [[Kragsfell]], a significant conflict that unfolded in the DragonSpine mountain range many years ago. Joining us is Dendum of the Wendwillows, a resident of the northern border regions.

Before we dive into the [[ Giantkin_History#Part_IV:_Kragsfell | battle itself ]], could you provide some context for our audience? How did this conflict with the imperial army start?

'''Dendum''' : T'Kirem Bear Clan lived in Shartenal mountains for generations. The human empire, ever expanding, came and in ignorance pushed onto the lands of others, as they tend to do even to this day. At first the Kindred did not believe the empire would be so bold and moved carefully so as not to provoke the humans, however the empire attacked with full force.

'''Aubron of Talador''': The Baloran tribe seemed to be initially surprised by the human presence. How did the conflict escalate, and how did they come to establish Kragsfell Fortress?

'''Dendum''' : Chieftain T'Syranak sought knowledge after that first unprovoked attack. After being attacked by the Sun Throne took time and collected much information. Fought for years, led humans deeper into the mountains to Kragsfell. This process took years, one does not drive an empire out overnight.

'''Aubron of Talador''': Fascinating strategy! It seems Kragsfell became a pivotal point in the conflict. What led to the ultimate defeat of the imperial army?

'''Dendum''': Yunnag-sihr, a leader given by the great spirits, attacked. Clever plan, surprise attack, drove humans out. You see the wisdom of this leader in using the scouts and knowing where and when to strike. The human empire often finds failure when confronted with more than shields and children to clash against.

'''Aubron of Talador''': Victory, however, came at a great price. The war continued for almost a hundred years, and even though the T'Kirem couldn't fully defeat the imperial army, the humans couldn't conquer the giants either. How did the conflict eventually come to an end?

'''Dendum''': War continued. Krulgon, new chief did not listen to scouts and drove them away with his arrogance he did not have the wisdom of his father or the patience of his ancestors, faced defeat. However even then the kindred blood proved true and wisdom finally arrived to young Krulgon. Used terrain to prevent loss. War ended in a draw.

'''Aubron''': It's a bittersweet tale of struggle and resilience. With the conflict finally over, what became of the T'Kirem Bear Clan and the Kragsfell Fortress?

'''Dendum''': Others tribes left Krulgon and Krulgon moved tribe home. Clash ended, peace found. The empire stopped expanding in that direction.

'''Aubron of Talador''': Thank you, Dendum, for sharing this remarkable story of the Battle of Kragsfell and the T'Kirem Bear Clan's courage and determination. Why have you been studying such tales and do you think there are any lessons for the empire’s current invasion to the north?

'''Dendum''': Yes, whether it is to the south or the east or now the north you can see the human empire is always looking to grab the lands of others, always expanding. But you can also see that with determination and will that they can be stopped and held back. The Faendryl stopped them the T’Kirem Bear Clan stopped them, the North can also stop them. A hundred years it may take but they can be stopped and will be stopped until the blood lust and land-greed-sickness leaves them and they learn to live in peace with their neighbors.

This new expansion is normal for an empire that has never respected the non-humans around it and, spirits willing, they will learn one day to tend to their own lands and let others live in peace.

We pray to the Great Spirits that one day we can study something less annoying than the empire of humans.

Interviewers Note: ''It should be noted that while the empire did not expand further into the mountains after this conflict they did manage to hold onto all the lands they had claimed prior to the conflict starting.''

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Erithi dignitary in need of escort to Zul<br>
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Lost ma Mule in the Trollsfang<br>
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== '''A Northern Wind - by Dendum''' ==
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We have lost the Dragonsclaw Forest to the human empire. We have lost most of the Trollsfang Forest to the human empire. We have lost temples and we have lost land routes to the grasping hands of the empire. We have lost swamps and we have lost mountains. We have however, in the shadow of their land-theft, found purpose and determination. We have found that we are not alone though we are often surrounded by darkness we cast a light for freedom that the empire can not extinguish easily. We have found brothers and sisters, who do not share blood but do share purpose and vision. We have found honor and inspiration from those willing to walk the difficult path. A path laid down by Talbot, Black Wolves, and Yunnag-sihr.

The free wind of the north blows and with it a fresh election has ended bringing both new and old voices. Dabbings remains a stout reminder that the north endures.

The houses of Solhaven may silently promote Jovery's theft of northern lands but the voices of Icemule's council condemn it.

Look now at Icemule, who allows a half-krolvin to run demonstrating a commitment to all, then compare it to any decaying and rotten line of noble leaders in the empire. Human blooded all, and you can easily see which path offers freedom and which continues its human first policy on domination on others. Look to the north to see a coalition of people fighting for freedom and self determination. Look to the south and see the next chapter of humanities suppression of Ordlyn, Hathlyn, and Sylvan blood......thanks to Aurmont all are free to serve but still it appears only human-blood is free to lead. Watch as they trot out the Malwind as a token of proof that they are not what they clearly are. Time and again they trot out their token Hathlyn, but where is the dwarf baron? Where is the elf baron? Where is the halfling or aelotian baron? They are not to be seen, for any who dared challenge the rights of the humans were cast aside in the never ending expansion of Turamzyrr which continues even now around the walls of Wehnimer's. The dwarf baron is dead in the mines of Talador, the halfling baron had his lands stripped hundreds of years ago and was driven north, the elf baron was driven into the Wyrdeep his lands stolen and his future destroyed by Tamzyrr.

There is no honor in the lands of Tamzyrr and there can not be as long as they actively steal what is not theirs and use their armies and their magistars to claim what they have no right to claim. Those who do not condemn such thievery promote it in silence. For truly all that evil needs to grow and prosper is the cowardly silence of others.

Let us listen well to the voices of the north. Let those who wish for freedom and peace hear these voices and rejoice. Let the empire hear free voices speak...and tremble.

~ Dendum<br>
Archdruid of the North<br>
The Wind in the Willow<br>
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===Opalina===
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[[File:Opalina.png|thumbnail|center|Opalina Jalcon <br> AI art generated by Opalina uploaded with her permission[https://Midjourney.com] Midjourney.com]]

Inclusion. Unity is a natural side effect. Inclusion being, going out of my way to include town folks in events and seek advice from the people. Working on being supportive of other council views and ideas and work our best to work toward a mutually satisfying end result and not be disruptive or making sole decisions. Let those who wish to wield authority over others prove their worth!
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===Roelon===
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[[File:Roelon.png|thumbnail|center|Roelon <br> AI art generated by Roelon envisioned through the eyes of AI. Created using MidJourney by Roelon's user. Uploaded previously by author.]]

Famous for his steady hand and leadership abilities. Roelon is also known as a leader in the north, often leading people from point A to Point B. Attempts were made to contact the famous wearer of the famous kilt for a message but he was too busy with visions and saving the world. Also no one could really understand what he was saying anyway.

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===Jastalyn===
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[[File:Jastalyn2.jpg|thumbnail|center|Jastalyn created by artist Stormyrain uploaded previously with permission]]

A lot of people know me, but I still love to make new friends. I'm Jastalyn Dragorth; Chairwoman of Twilight Hall and Fenog's Regulars. I served on the very first town council, but we were called the Mayor's advirosry council at that time. When the next council was elected, we were then called the Icemule Trace Town Council. I love working with a team towards a common goal, learning individual strengths that each member can bring to the table.
<br>The reason I decided at the last moment to run for the Town Council is I felt I could bring integrity and transparency in a time when strife and doubt were all too common in our cozy town. In my leadership roles, the most useful skill I've learned is how to help bring out the best in others. Sometimes, all someone needs is an encouraging word or a helping hand in the right direction to discover their own hidden talents.
<br>My platform for this campaign was transparency and unity. I ran on those premises because I believe that's what will help elevate Icemule as we forge our way towards creating a new nation and obtaining new allies while we discover within us all the strength and teamwork like we've never presented before. I believe transparency is important if we want to succeed in our endeavors. Being on the same page, working towards the same goal, and utilitzing the strengths of all involved will bring about the change and accomplishments so many before us have only dreamed about.

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===Aliashyrah===
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[[File:Aliashyrah_Political_Portrait.png|thumbnail|center|<br>created in midjourney by Aliashyrah uploaded with permission]]

A year to an elf can often seem an almost inconsequential amount of time, but my year spent in Icemule has been one of great growth and revelation. It was within her frozen walls that I was led to my calling and met the people who would help shape my future. From curious observer to invested citizen, I have walked each day side by side with others who call Icemule home and it has brought me to this moment.
<br>I am honored that the people of Icemule have chosen me as one of their councillors. Standing with the others who make up the Council of Five, I know that we will do our best to help guide Icemule to the future that inevitably awaits her if we have the strength of will and heart to pursue that which we desire. A new Nation of the North is a lofty goal, but not out of reach for the passionate citizens of this rugged area. With strong leaders who listen to the will and voices of her people, there is nothing that is truly beyond our grasp.
<br>Even before taking my place as the newest, and arguably least known, of the councillors, I have spent countless hours investing in Icemule's future. Whether through bringing new ideas to leadership or taking others who are searching much as I once was under my wing, I strive each and every day to fulfill the calling set before me. Now, Icemule has given me her trust and utmost honor to be one of five voices that will guide and advocate for her future. I do not take this position lightly and will pour all of my passion and energy into giving Icemule everything she deserves.
<br>While the road ahead is not fully shaped, the goal is clear. With eyes always lifted up, let us join together to pursue our wild and untamed desires to build a new Nation grounded in unity. I look with breathless anticipation to the future with a firm understanding of the past, trusting that all will end up as it should be.

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===Sorlu Jae'kym Nalfein===
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[[File:Sorlu_Political_Portrait_FNN.png|thumbnail|center|<br>created in midjourney by Aliashyrah uploaded with permission]]

Five years have passed since that unhappy day when the good People of Icemule, blinded by promises made by those at home and abroad, forgot the highest values of our past, of the North, of its honor and its freedom, and thereby lost everything. Filled with the deepest of distress, all of the best Northern men and women from all walks of life saw the unity of the Nation disintegrating in a welter of egotistical foreign political opinions and economic interests. The breakdown of the unity of heart and will of our Nation at home was followed by the collapse of its political position abroad.
<br>Driven to act on the side of change, I began my first term as a representative of all Free People, with resolution and fidelity to my oath, seeing the powerlessness of the Nation to shoulder the task of Freedom we advocated. In moments of so great importance in contemporary history, individuals can play a significant part only if they enter the scene as truly outstanding personalities.
<br>In this process, a formidable weapon used against us was that of lying, that is, of propaganda, to deceive not just the world beyond our walls but some within, with the ignoble belief that to resist is inappropriate. By these means they contrived to break the backbone of our Nation, to remove our resistance, to wear us down, and to make us prepared at last to submit to the Vaalorian yoke of monarchy.
<br>We were called upon to take over the leadership of the Nation at a moment when it did not seem to develop towards a great rise. We were given power in circumstances of the greatest conceivable pressure, the pressure of the knowledge that, by itself, everything was lost, and that, in the eyes of the noblest minds, this represented a last attempt, while in the eyes of evil-wishers it should condemn the North to final failure. Unless Icemule could be saved, by a miracle, the situation was bound to end in disaster.
<br>Yet together we were victorious, while our oppressor fled behind the Dragonspine, history forged in that monumental act of resolve that would be celebrated as The Great Humiliation.
<br>As I enter now this second term, I see ahead of us an age of rebirth, starting with the family, and including all notions of honor and loyalty, culture and economy, Nation and motherland, whether adopted or by origin, even the eternal foundations of our morals and our faiths. But if we are to experience a political and economic revival and conscientiously fulfill our duties, decisive action is required.
<br>The Council of Five will therefore regard it as its first and supreme task to restore to the Northern People unity of heart and will. It will preserve and defend the foundations on which the strength of our Nation rests.
<br>In foreign policy, The Council of Five will see its highest mission in the preservation of our People's right to an independent life and in the maintaining thereby of their Freedom. The determination of this Council to put an end to the chaotic conditions in the North is a step towards integration into the world's community of governments as a state having equal status and therefore equal rights with the rest.
<br>With persistent urgency we must hasten to achieve these goals, as from the south we have witnessed movement from the destructive and ravenous fingers of yet another Empire whose history, for hundreds of years, has been welded together solely by force, not the free will of those affected. War has followed war. One nation after another was robbed of its freedom. One state after another was shattered so that the structure which calls itself the Turamzzyrian Empire might arise.
<br>Considering how pious the outward gestures of those who deliberately, and with a cold heart, drive nation after nation into a struggle serving only their material interests, one is compelled to state that rarely has imperial hypocrisy reached such a pitch as that of the Empire today. The northern expansionistic placing of Elidal Dhenin as the Baron of Darkstone is nothing but a mask covering the continued subjugation and the oppression of both nations and individuals.
<br>The task before us is the most difficult which has faced a Northern stateman in living memory. But we all have unbounded confidence, for we believe in our Nation and in its eternal values. Farmers, workers, and heroic defenders must unite to contribute the bricks wherewith to build our new Nation, a Nation which swells as new alliances are formed and past prejudices overcome. In place of our turbulent instincts, it will see National discipline govern our life. In the process it will take into account all the institutions which are the true safeguards of the strength and power of our Nation.
<br>Let us begin, loyal to one another. May the Divine favor our work, shape our will in the right way, bless our vision and bless us with the trust of our People. We have no desire to fight for ourselves; only for the Freedom of the North.
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Lord Sorlu Jae'kym Nalfein
Town Councillor of Icemule Trace

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==Ask Lithyia==
Hold the press this weeks addition has a guest contributor '''Anonymous Anya'''
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'''Dear Lithy,'''
<br>
Hey there! I heard you're pretty good at giving advice so I need your help. See, there's this lady in Icemule that just got voted into office and boy is she pretty! The type of pretty that makes a guy like me want to keep his foot hair brushed, know what I mean? The problem is I don't think she's got the eyes for me. Not yet at least.

She recently shot me down in public, but I think she was just playing hard to get because later on I heard her say she might be willing to take me to Icewall Penitentiary. It's an odd place for a date, but beggars can't be choosers.

What advice can you give to help make sure this date is a success?

Sincerely,
Horsing Around Mule

'''Dear Horsing Around Mule'''

That does seem like an odd location for a date...I would like to suggest a better destination, one that might be better suited to your...desires. Are you at all familiar with the temples in Solhaven? There is a beautiful garden located there that might impress her and bring you some luck.

As for a bit of additional advice; bring her a lovely bouquet composed of tuberoses and make sure you are wearing emerald green.

Oh and be certain to be persistent! Sometimes you have to bring them a few socks...errr flowers, before you win them over!

Best of luck!
Lithy

'''My dear Horsing Around,'''

Yes, the Penitentiary is an odd locale for a date. May I suggest a journey to the Vipershroud near Wehnimer's Landing, where there is a lovely old temple that is welcoming of all. The travel time will provide you a chance for you and your lady love to talk, and there is considerable art throughout the temple to admire once you arrive. Don't let the swampy locale deter you, as it is the perfect metaphor for beauty thriving in the face of adversity.

Best of luck (and watch out for vipers)!

Anonymous Anya<br>
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'''Dear Lithy,'''

I had to steal some paper to write this to you so I hope you're as good with advice as people say.

You see, I like this guy but he doesn't even notice me because he is enamored with another woman. I know what you're probably going to say but hear me out! She's evil! Not just the "I should be dating him and not her" kind of evil but "might be some kind of demon" type of evil.

I don't have anything to offer him except my love and devotion, but I don't think he sees that as enough. How do I get him away from the succubus who has him under her power and get him to see that I would be so much better for him?

Please help,

Jealous but Justified

'''Dear Jealous,'''
Since my leanings for the answer to your dilemma are leading me to a desire for setting certain things on fire, I have consulted with my wise associate, Anonymous Anya. Here's what she has for you...

Lithy

'''Dear Jealous,'''
Men are blind and stupid, a fact we must all come to terms with eventually. Your best bet is to befriend this fellow so you can be there at his side when his lovely succubus eventually turns on him - nothing brings the idiots around like the pretty girl they can turn to when their love life goes south. Oh, you're not pretty? I'm sure a trip to the Spa at Silvergate Inn will help with that!

Smooches!
Anonymous Anya

[[Category:Wehnimer's Landing Independence]]
[[Category: North by Northwest]]

Black Thorn Resistance

2023-08-09T20:06:15Z

DIEHLS:

[[File:Ablackthornsymbol1.png|350px|thumb|right| The Resistance often wears black thorn shaped symbols for recognition and to let others know they do not stand alone. Symbol generated in Midjourney. ]]

==History==
Founded at the end of 5122 as a result of perceived aggression by the human [[Turamzzyrian Empire]] when it unexpectedly expanded north and claimed a new barony very close to [[Wehnimer's Landing]], The Landing Resistance, also known as the Black Thorn Resistance, is a collection of individuals who support the continued independence and freedom of the north from foreign powers. A motley crew that generally rallies behind the idea of ongoing democracy and freedoms from feudal control.

Black thorn, a symbol of pain and strife
But in a world of turmoil, it took on a different life
A resistance rose up, with courage so bold
Their stories of struggle, forever to be told

They fought against tyranny, with hearts full of fire
Their voices echoed, never to tire
For justice and freedom, they stood tall
Their resistance, a beacon for all

With every step forward, they faced a new trial
But their strength and resilience, could never be defiled
Their love for their land, kept them going
Their spirits unbroken, forever glowing

Black thorn, a symbol of endurance and might
In a world of darkness, it shone so bright
The resistance lives on, their legacy secure
Their spirit and bravery, forever pure

----

== Manifesto ==

'''It has come time to recognize the path forward even as we honor the path that brought us here to this place. We are a collection of those desiring Freedom, not bound by blood or ancient rites. We are the manifestation of Freedom in the North.

'''We declare that the ability to speak freely, unbeholden to titles born of stolen lands or hordes of silver, is necessary for the continuation of Freedom in the North. We do not silence and will rise up to defend against those who would.'''

'''We recognize that the Empire to the south is built upon lands stolen and never returned. We recognize that the Krolvin empire is built upon lands stolen and never returned. We believe that land should not be stolen or taken by a government against the will of those who inhabit and defend it. We shall fight any such taking of any lands in the North. '''

'''Inside the walls of the Landing and outside the walls, in the Free North, the Resistance does not condone the impediment of any to travel from place to place, shop to shop, or shrine to shrine and will rise up to defend against this. The freedom to travel is necessary for the continuation of life and the spreading of ideas in the North.'''

'''Whether it is Illoke, come to kill, or agents of empires, come to drag away a resident to the South for trials without consent, we recognize that freedom from fear is as important as any other. We will rise up to defend those of the North from all such threats.'''

'''In all other matters, the Black Thorns are governed as all free souls must be. Let no one voice speak for all. Let all the voices be heard equally and a consensus be reached so that we may reach the end of this road in the same spirit in which we took the first steps.'''

'''While our voices are many and varied, these are the core principles by which the Black Thorns stand. Only those who violate these principles need fear us.'''

== Timeline - From a Resistance Perspective ==

'''Eoantos 4-5, 5122''': The empire declared that it will form a new Barony of Darkstone "The new lands will reach to many edges of the Locksmehr River, and far west to Darkstone Bay. Such landmarks included within the new region will be the Graendlor Pasture, the mountainous ranges of Wehntoph, Sentoph, Zelatoph, and Thanatoph along with Melgorehn's Reach and Darkstone Castle." there is some confusion in the north about the extent of this new Barony but later clarifications says it comes all the way up to the [[Locksmehr River]].

'''Eoantos 9-10, 5122''': [[Elidal]] Dhenin is declared the new Baron and ruler of the Barony of Darkstone. Some question his qualifications other than being well connected and a rich merchant's son.

'''Eoantos 13-14, 5122''': Wagons are seen approaching from the south but this turns out to be a trap for trolls and they explode taking many of the trolls with them. Some supplies and settlers arrived by the river instead, the river boats barely able to make the journey are washed away by the river after everyone disembarks.

'''Eoantos 19-20, 5122''': Settlers from across the southern empire's lands pour into the north. They quickly establish a fortified camp.

'''Eorgaen 22, 5122''': The first resistance meeting is held, called to by Wolfloner a free Tehir and he is joined by Urpy, Xanlin, Opalina, Maevie, Ulryka, Ceilia, Falvicar, Aidamo, Fahlo, Queatus, Gutstorm, and [[Dendum (prime)|Dendum]].
The aggressive moves by the empire are discussed, it is decided on this first meeting to have no one central leading authority but instead act as independent bands, the idea to call for a vote to end the protectorate is discussed, some call for more physical responses but at this time that is decided against.

'''Eorgaen 30, 5122:''' : The number in attendance grow, a plan is made to call for the vote to end the protectorate while keeping an eye on the new invasion camp.
<div class="mw-customtoggle-kestrels" style="font-size:16px;overflow:auto;color:#0000FF">[Snippets of Conversation]</div>
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Queatus says, "I was thinking to distribute symbols of resistance."
Queatus says, "People to wear to show they reject the invaders."
Turamzzyr comes with grasping hand;
It seeks to squeeze our humble land;
From the south, the caravans amble;
Knowing not they enter a bramble;
The bramble pokes and nags and rends;
Drawing blood 'til their invasion ends;
The child cries and the widow mourns;
But the strongest, they become the thorns.
People of the landing, don a black thorn to show the empire they will bleed on this soil.
'''Queatus introduces the idea of a black thorn as a symbol for those who resist'''

Wolfloner darkly says, "The protectorate is a myth. I cannot remember a time when the Empire defended the Landing."
Speaking to Wolfloner, Aliashyrah says, "Perhaps from itself alone."
Dendum remarks, ""It may be a myth but it is a reason for much of the empires....presumptions on what they can do in the north."
Speaking darkly to Dendum, Wolfloner asks, "What do you propose to bring that about?"
Dendum says, ""The only way to end this status is by demanding it....the only way to demand it is show that a majority wish it so...eventually this plan will have to move out of the shadows for that to happen."

Ceilia offers Leafiara a translucent sapphire card. ('''The First Card of the Future Scavenger Hunt''')
Leafiara accepts Ceilia's sapphire card.
Leafiara takes a moment to observe her sapphire card.
Speaking quietly to Leafiara, Ceilia says, "For release by mail, we were thinking."
Leafiara flashes a wide grin at Ceilia.
Leafiara offers Ceilia a translucent sapphire card.
Leafiara nods approvingly.
Saraphenia says, "I never knew we were a "protectorate" until a few weeks back."
Ceilia accepts Leafiara's sapphire card.
Speaking approvingly to Ceilia, Leafiara says, "I like it."
Queatus asks, "May I have a look?"
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'''Lormesta 8, 5123''' : Talmaris, a retired gate guard, is seen at [[Helga's Tavern|Helga's]]. He speaks about some citizens having concerns with the way things are going in town.
<div class="mw-customtoggle-kestrels2" style="font-size:16px;overflow:auto;color:#0000FF">[Snippets of Conversation]</div>
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Talmaris says, "As I was just saying when you arrived, I barely convinced a man beside himself with fear not to begin a campaign."
Talmaris says, "I still have his banner."
Talmaris removes a pole-strung aged linen banner haphazardly painted with the words "Flee Wehnimer's Lost Cause!" from in his ebony cotton knapsack.

Speaking to Queatus, Talmaris says, "I will throw my own support behind your cause if nothing else."

Speaking to Talmaris, Dendum remarks, ""Eh...perhaps there are some deeds left to be done before taking the place next to the fire and telling children about glory of old days."
Tikba gazes in amusement at Kayse.
Speaking to Talmaris, Queatus says, "Spread the word."
Speaking to Dendum, Talmaris says, "There might indeed be. That is why I sought this conversation."
Talmaris grins at Dendum.
Kayse traces the lines of her smoke-hued feathers.
Dendum nods in agreement.
Starletdawn removes a delicate black thorn brooch from in a coal black spidersilk bag.
Talmaris says, "That I cannot join the front lines does not mean I have nothing to offer."

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'''Lormesta early month, 5123''': During the early months of Lormesta the Black Thorns travel the city and talk to several organizations and individuals about a call to end the protectorate, some fear reprisal if they sign, others sign on willingly. During this time Saraphenia, Urpy, Ulyrka, Queatus, Dendum, and others reach out to many. It is decided that the majority spoken to are either neutral or anti-protectorate in outlook.

'''Lormesta 10-11, 5123''': Word of the resistance has reached the new soon-to-be Baron, He says he hopes that the Landing will work to squash the movement. This is the first time the resistance is officially called the Black Thorns by outsiders, the name would stick [[North By Northwest - 2023-01-10 - Hire and Higher Walls (log)]]
<div class="mw-customtoggle-kestrelssquash" style="font-size:16px;overflow:auto;color:#0000FF">[Snippets of Conversation]</div>
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Elidal says, "I will never fault a man, woman or child for their voice. There is freedom in that, as there should be."
Alosaka says, "There will always be some people excitedly greeting their worst fears, and proclaiming them to all who will listen."
Speaking politely to Elidal, Tikba agrees, "Yes."
Speaking to Alosaka, Ulfwine says, ""And insisting you share them."
Elidal says, "I just hope...as we work to forge an alliance and a future relationship between our people, that you would work as hard to squash any "black thorn" movement as you have defend our people, protect our caravans,
and build our towers."
Speaking to Ulfwine, Avalera says, "That's when I stop listening."
Speaking to Alosaka, Mauss agrees, "Folks be wantin' attention. Even if fer alla wrong reasons."
Elidal says, "Rot within is more dangerous than the enemy beyond."
Vaemyr says, "Generally we encourage free thought and speech, the only true ways to quiet the discourse are by showing other paths, they have a right to be afraid of the unknown. But I'll continue to urge caution and
patience. I think something can be said that there haven't been open attacks so far though."
Tikba mildly asks, "Why?"
Elidal asks, "Why, what?"
Elidal peers quizzically at Tikba.
Dendum remarks, ""Rot from within or fire from without can still destroy the woods."
Tikba asks, "Why do you wish us to squash this movement, if you would not fault them for their voices?"

Elidal says, "They work to unfairly influence the people of Wehnimer's Landing."
Kelfyr asks, "Unfairly?"
Elidal asks, "They are free to their views...but should they sway the minds of others with such...falsehood?"
Elidal asks, "Am I your enemy?"
Elidal peers quizzically at Kelfyr.
Kelfyr asks, "What is unfair about their expression?"

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'''Lormesta 13, 5123''': The proclamation is posted on the doors of Moot Hall.

<div class="mw-customtoggle-kestrels3" style="font-size:16px;overflow:auto;color:#0000FF">[Call for the Vote]</div>
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>read proc
In the Common language, it reads:

Wehnimer's Landing is a mixing pot in a world of empires, and it stands for equality. Wehnimer's Landing is civilization brought to wild lands, and it stands for justice. Wehnimer's landing has stood independent for nearly 250 years, and it stands for freedom!

Who protects us from the protectors? On behalf of all free souls of the Landing, the undersigned call for a vote to reject the protectorate status pressed upon us by Turamzzyr!

Meeting Halls:
Dae'randir
Claws of the Drake
Fenog's Irregulars
Northern Regulators

Individuals:
Pookia
Fahlo
Asben
Ceilia
Chamorr
Clarimostica
Dendum
Dexflex
Draelor
Evantyne
Grutak
Gutstorm
Jadedragan
Kelfur
Koul
Lageiros
Lahanna
Leafiara
Lehon
Luxelle
Maevie
Morikun
Nalver
Ntinly
Peynan
Pukk
Queatus
Rakthea
Satrn
Saraphenia
Sharth
Siksa
Starletdawn
Suzette
Tabubu
Talmaris
Tikba
Ulryka
Urpy
Vailwyn
Vandryl
Wakinyan
Wolfloner
Yardie
Ycelacie
Zeriah

'''RYSK would later remove themselves in the face of fierce opposition though several members remained prominent in the Black Thorns, Council Member Kayse would add her name shortly after it was posted to the door'''

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'''Lormesta 13-14, 5123''': News of the call for a vote for independence reaches the human empire, so shocked are they by the idea of people deciding their own future they immediately ban any signatories from a diplomatic mission from Ta'illistim in Torre.

'''Lormesta 15-16, 5123''': Mayor Thadston, a former knight of the empire and the overseer of the construction of the empire's outpost near the landing summarily rejects any unscheduled vote.
[[North By Northwest - 2023-01-15 - Freepudiation (log)]]

'''Lormesta 23, 5123''': In an unprecedented move Amos declares that the merchants of the landing will not serve anyone wearing a symbol of the Black Thorns, the reasons for this are not known. His poorly trained guards manage to anger several citizens who just happen to be wearing any type of thorn or even carrying the wrong runestaff.

'''Lormesta 23, 5123''' The Resistance posts a response
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<Nailed to the doors of Moot Hall using four black thorns>

People of Wehnimer's Landing,

Let it be known that the ‘Black Thorns’, as we have become known, mean no harm to any who do not threaten the independence of the landing. We simply demand to have a say in how our own town exists within the world. While droves of adventurers flood this way and that at the first sign of something to sink a sword into, we are the ones that man the walls in times of woe and defend our friends and families from harm. We are the farmers, dockworkers, tradespeople, and artisans that make this town vibrant, and we are the ones still here working day in and out when adventurers leave for more grand escapades.

Thadston Andrews and Amos tell you that they know better, that we don’t deserve a voice for this made-up reason and that. But we ask, why do an Imperial knight and Imperial merchant that we hardly know deserve voices more than those who have lived, breathed, and toiled here since birth? Why must we trust their opinions on this current issue? They are both aligned so clearly with the banners that now camp outside our town that they appear prepared to unlatch our gates under cover of night.

We will continue to voice our right to displeasure as the Empire plots “phase two” of whatever it has planned for us. The Landing and the North as a whole are places of freedom and will not bow in subservience to an Empire known for taking things away from people to fuel their ever-expanding growth. There are many good people within the Empire, and they are welcome among us, just as they always would have been. Their banners and their ruling nobility are not. Their shifting borders are the enemy of freedom, not any action the common settler may take. We wish to be left alone and not have our forests torn down and resources stolen out from under us under a fancy banner of servitude.

We are the Black Thorns, and a thorn will only draw blood when stepped upon.

To Sir Thadston Andrews of Hendor,

You call out those of us who wish to have a voice in the Empire’s potential annexation of the Landing as lurkers in the shadows, but many of us have been citizens for far longer than you have been involved in the town. Your involvement began only under Imperial banners. We’ve bled for children taken by monsters of the dark, we’ve saved family memories and bride’s dowries through the local guild. We’ve provided raw materials and other goods to some of our merchants while investing our silvers right back into others. Our fear isn’t that the Empire is amongst us, but of losing everything the Landing has stood for to appease an Empire that doesn’t care for a huge swath of the citizens of the Landing. Nor will it give those citizens a voice if we bend more of a knee than already done through the protectorate. We’re not asking to war with the Empire or any of its citizens, nor do we wish to displace people looking for a home around the Landing. We only demand that our voice is heard.

Perhaps you stand so high on the “highest peak of Wehnimer's Landing” that your perceptions are horribly askew and your ears deafened by the approaching march of Imperial soldiers setting up camps surrounding our town. You say your ears reach farmers, but have Reiver farmers who sell their produce in our markets consented to falling under an Imperial banner? Do you align so deeply with merchants who come and go like the wind that you wake up in the morning next to Amos? Have you not seen the difficulties of dockworkers without work as Imperial captains recklessly fire upon us and scare trade away from our port, and Imperial encroachment drives Gnul to hurl boulders at incoming trade ships? You speak of a content population, but what families are so content when their children are catapulted back at them over the walls due to our new southern bedfellow? You say all of these peoples demand protection, but your blind allegiances and acceptance of Imperial encroachment brings about our suffering and doom. It seems to be YOU tossing around words from both sides of your mouth, and not those you blame for simply wishing a vote be called.

You call us the bellowing tiny mouths of a small rabble that lacks affiliation with the Landing, neglecting our voices here as you neglect us daily in your duties as mayor. Well then, prove us so insignificant with the vote we demand. If we are as you say, our pitiful turnout will prove you correct.

You have shown yourself to be a puppet of the Empire and an enemy to the free people of the North.

To Amos, the man so ready to flee in the night that he has never ever graced us with even a last name,

Let it be known that you do not speak for all merchants, as we count many traders among our ranks that feel the sting of the Empire on the horizon. You must be speaking of merchants like yourself who swoop in to make silvers off the back of this town, always able to fly away to greener pastures and newer ventures while the town burns, walking away with pockets full of silvers and not a scratch upon you.

You neglect to mention the multitudes of people that don’t move from town to town making money off the backs of others. The local woodcutters are suddenly pushed out of service by Imperial logging camps. The dockworkers are seeing half-shifts if they are lucky as the threat of the reckless Imperial captain Bodal out on Darkstone Bay keeps the ships away. So many citizens of this town are making sacrifices to share food with settlers during this devastating winter. The Empire floods us with people, who they neither supply nor adequately protect from the dark forces they have bought out against us. We shoulder the burden with compassion, but we’re facing the most dire winter these lands have seen in generations. Will you open your pockets to help these poor souls or keep hoarding your piles of growing wealth? Singular people in Shantytown have shared and offered more to these people than you.

It seems inaction has been your forte unless helping the Empire with the Gnul threat that they themselves birthed by coming this far North. Indeed, your formidable ships sat silently at the docks while an Imperial captain rained terror upon us with reckless abandon. Will you continue to sit by idly as the Empire takes what it wishes during its next “phase” of incursion. If you sit on your hands and keep playing both sides for your own financial gain long enough, more and more people will see you as the fortune-seeking opportunist that you’ve continually proven yourself to be. You care nothing for this town beyond the silvers that it can put in your pockets. How long will it be until the Empire clamps down on your merchant gains and sends you fleeing off to a town further down the line? Are your bags packed for Icemule yet?

You threaten us with “lack of silvers” because it is all you know. Continue to deny the will of the people and squeeze the thorns, and you will know pain.
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'''Lormesta 27, 5123''': Mother shows up to a meeting of the resistance, peace between the Black Thorns and the Rooks is established for now. Mother invites any to join her as she takes a stand against the empire. [[North By Northwest - 2023-01-27 - Word to Your Mother (log)]]

'''Lormesta 27-28, 5123''' : The rich merchant's son and Baron to be requests a meeting with the Black Thorns, oddly enough both sides seem to think the other desired to speak with them and both seemed to think they were being the better party by showing up. Queatus, Jadedragon, Ceilia, and Tikba speak to the Baron, Vaemyr also speaks. [[North By Northwest - 2023-01-27 - Thornabout is Their Way (log)]]

<div class="mw-customtoggle-kestrels31" style="font-size:16px;overflow:auto;color:#0000FF">[Meeting with Baron]</div>
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Queatus says, "The settlers, they are welcome, as settlers always are here. Even the nobles, like you, Elidal, are welcome here.... what is not welcome is your banners, your borders, and your Imperial authority."
Queatus says, "The North is free. That's what this is about."
Queatus says, "This world is full of empires. Places where kings and nobles rule and some are placed before others because of their birth."
Ceilia adds her name to the ivory parchment list.
Kezoku says, "I hope people can hold their questions if they didn't get on the list."
Queatus says, "The parts of this world where free men elect their leaders and live in equality is vanishingly small, and you are making it smaller."
Queatus says, "And this cannot be allowed."
Queatus says, "That's all there is."

</div>

'''Lormesta 28-29, 5123''': [[Eddric Jovery]], the Northern Sentinel of the Human Empire, sends words clarifying the status of the protectorate. He claims the empire has a final say on all trade, internal laws, and which foreign powers may set up near the landing. The empire claims the right to extradite anyone they wish for trial in the south. [[North By Northwest - 2023-01-28 - The Earl Unfurls (log)]]

'''Fashanos 27 5123''': Members of the Resistance release The Free North News to provide information to the townspeople of the landing that was not controlled by the imperial authorities. [[Black Thorn Resistance/Free North News Issue 1]]

[[Black Thorn Resistance/Free North News Issue 2]]
[[Black Thorn Resistance/Free North News Issue 4]]
[[Black Thorn Resistance/Free North News Issue 5]]
[[Black Thorn Resistance/Free North News Issue 6]]

== Invasion Maps ==

Here are the proposed borders of the new Barony of Darkstone, the land now claimed by the Turamzzyrian Empire.

[[File:Barony_of_Darkstone.png|350px|thumb|left|Barony of Darkstone, created by GM Kenstrom.]]
[[File:IGinvasionmapnxnw.jpg|350px|thumb|left|Parts of the Barony of Darkstone rendered on an in game map created by Tsoran, created by the player of Dendum.]]
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==See Also==
* [[North by Northwest]]

[[Category: KST]]
[[Category: North by Northwest]]
[[Category: Wehnimer's Landing Independence]]
[[Category: Organizations]]

User:DIEHLS

2023-08-09T19:19:02Z

DIEHLS:

{{creative-work | title = The Free North News Issue #6| type = periodical| author = Various}}

'''OOC Disclaimer: The following is about Empire, revolution, settler colonialism, and it’s many consequences. The opinions stated here are to be taken in character and should not be taken as out of character judgements. It is intended as in character rhetoric. Except that we should have a rolton cryptid. Oh and do not insert into any orifices. Or do, I’m just not legally responsible for it.'''

'''IC Disclaimer: The Black Thorns are more of a collective, and less of a organization with hierarchy and a roster. Please do not take the perspective of one member to apply to all of us.'''

[[File:Freenorthnews.png|375px|thumb|Right|generated by MidJourney]]
[[File:thehatman.jpg|375px|thumb|left|The Hatman Cometh, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Faerinn's Player]]

In the quaint town of Icemule Trace, nestled amidst the snowy peaks, a group of Krovlin child refugees found solace and camaraderie in their shared experiences. Their small enclave became a safe haven where they clung to their heritage, holding on to a tattered copy of the Free North News, a treasured relic from their homeland. It was a symbol of hope, a reminder that they were not alone in their struggles.

One frosty evening, as the wind howled through the narrow streets, the children gathered around a flickering hearth, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of a lantern. Wrapped in heavy furs, they huddled close, passing around the precious newspaper, their eyes wide with curiosity and fear.

"Have you heard the tale of the ManRolt?" whispered Sasha, her voice barely audible above the crackling fire. "It is said to roam these mountains, half man and half ram, with sharp horns and eyes that pierce the darkness. They say it preys on those who dare venture alone into the woods."

A shiver ran through the children as they exchanged nervous glances. But the allure of the unknown was too strong to resist, and they urged Sasha to continue.

"And then there's the Hatman," chimed in Zander, pulling his blanket closer. "He wears a vast, wide-brimmed hat that casts a shadow over his entire face. Dressed all in black, he roams the streets of Icemule Trace at night, looking for children to snatch away and take to his navy of lost children."

The children gasped, their young minds conjuring terrifying images of the Hatman lurking in the shadows, a figure of pure malevolence.

"But fear not, for we are united," declared Mila, the eldest among them, her voice filled with determination. "Together, we are stronger than any cryptid or dark tale. Let the ManRolt and the Hatman tremble in the face of our resilience and unity!"

Encouraged by Mila's words, the children clung to one another, finding strength in their bond. They knew the world beyond Ice Mule Trace could be harsh and unforgiving, but here, in the heart of their newfound community, they had each other's backs.

As the night wore on, the stories grew more daring, and laughter replaced fear. They retold legends of their homeland, weaving threads of their past into the tapestry of their present. The Free North News became a shared emblem of their hope, a testament to their resilience, and a promise of a better future.

==The Faerinn Well: The Otter and the Sun==

[[File:otterandthesun.png|375px|thumb|left|generated by MidJourney, prompt by Faerinn's Player]]

This month I am stealing a page from the former probationary page now squire (congrats), and submitting an allegorical about an otter and the Sun:

In a serene and verdant mining town, there resided a clever and resourceful otter named Ollie. Ollie had built a cozy and sturdy den nestled between the reeds, where he lived with his friends and family. Life was harmonious, save for one undeniable challenge— the relentless and blazing Sun.

Ollie’s fur was his pride, but the Sun’s scorching rays made it nearly unbearable. Paws burning on the hot sand and fur becoming matted, Ollie realized he had to take a difficult decision. He decided to move away from his beloved home, leaving behind the lush land he loved dearly. The Sun’s oppressive heat had forced him to abandon the place where generations of otters had lived before him.

As Ollie resettled in a more hospitable region, he thought he had escaped the Sun’s wrath. However, the Sun, curious and perhaps a tad lonely, couldn’t resist visiting Ollie’s new home. With every visit, disaster followed. The Sun’s rays intensified, melting Ollie’s bayside haven, scorching the land, and causing his friends and family great suffering. The Sun’s purpose was a perplexing and destructive one—it harnessed the suffering of otters to power a menacing super weapon.

Heartbroken and tormented by the sight of his loved ones in pain, Ollie resolved to confront the Sun. “Why do you persist in causing such misery?” he implored. The Sun, shining brightly but heedless of the damage it wreaked, responded nonchalantly, “It’s in my nature. Yet, this time, I assure you, I am kinder than before.”

Skeptical but hoping for change, Ollie let his guard down, inviting the Sun to approach once more. But time and time again, the Sun’s visits brought calamity. Ollie’s friends lost their homes, and his family suffered unbearable hardship. The Sun’s promises of benevolence proved empty, and Ollie’s trust eroded like the sand beneath his paws.

Frustrated by the relentless cycle of destruction, Ollie dared to voice his feelings of helplessness. “Your nature may be unchangeable, but must it always come at the cost of innocent lives?” he asked. The Sun, offended by Ollie’s audacity, couldn’t fathom why the otter questioned its actions. “But it’s in my nature, and this time I have become nicer than eight years ago,” the Sun repeated.

Even as the Sun, shoveled handful upon handful of screaming, burning otters into its ever growing maw, it lamented between bites, “Why don’t you appreciate how much I’ve changed for you?”

Ollie was speechless and distracted by his own amazement that no morsel fell from the Sun’s mouth as they lectured. The Sun had row upon row of pointed, golden teeth that no scrap could escape from.

“Why won’t you forget the things I did before?”the Sun lamented.

From under the cool shade of an ivory tower, a bed of lilies added, “I bet even if you brought him a pile of gold coins, Ollie would complain about them weighing too much.”

The Sun beamed at the encourage. Literally, they grew brighter. Shimmering waves of heat rose from the bleak and barren lands. The air filled a cacophony of otters screaming in agony followed by a sizzle and blended fragrance of burning fur and cooked meat.

==News for the North==
News for the North
* The Aelotoi Celebrate: there continues to be no cure found for their Kiramon induced condition but rumors abound of a new faction as the Aelotian people gather in celebration and remembrance.
* Ta'illistim In Turmoil: Odd rumors flow across the mountain of missing people and closed shops. Travel with caution going east.
* Ta'valor Trembles: Bandits and Pirates have been troubling the Crimson Legion. Travel with caution going even further east.
* Krolvin in Chaos: What is going on in the western waters? Krolvin sightings increase and there are reports the northern section of the island was seen in ruins. Icemule led a brave rescue effort to save what they could.
* Envoys Elected: The Landing has elected new envoys. The Empire is bewildered how anyone can get a position without nepotism or graft.
* Pirates Pierced: Infamous Ship Captain Bodohal is said to have fallen into some vines and died....shame. He left behind a bunch of terrible plans and questions for Torre.
* Icemule Selects the Elects: Dabbings remains as head of Icemule! A new council supports him with some familiar faces!
* Empire's New Weapon- Rumors criss cross the west the empire is building some new super weapon, no one who remembers Talador is suprised. <br>

==Letters to the FNN==
To the Editor <br>
Since the very day we declared our intentions to shake free of the Turamzzyrian yoke, there have
been those who seek to oppose us.<br>
We have been criticized and ridiculed for our beliefs. We have been falsely labeled as terrorists
and cowards. Banned from establishments and exiled from events. Lies have been spread that we
stalk citizens in the night, posing a threat to the safety of a people we have never wished ill
on. <br>
Yet we have endured. The dream of a people deciding their own path free from the grasping claws of
a nation steeped in a history of violence and hate still lives. We will not simply give up and
fade away as some have so vocally wished in our presence. <br>
Corrupt merchants, bought politicians, and any others so desperate to taste the leather of
Imperial boots that they would throw aside all sense can be forewarned. We hear your words and we
do not forget them. Now hear ours.<br>
Freedom in the North.
Anonymous Thorn

- This sounds like Wisdom -D

To the Editor,<br>
Hello Sir or Lady and blessings of the Arkati upon you. I want to thank you for this publication
and all the news it brings to us normal folk.<br>
Many of us normal folk here in Icemule are quite scared about our future. Not only do we have a
volcano and krolvin to deal with, but worse of all we have to deal with a known traitor, Opalina,
somehow making it back on the town council! And Talliver was voted back in too even after letting
her off the hook! <br>
How will we, or our new nation, ever flourish if we keep allowing these corrupt politicians to run
our lives? Something must be done before it's too late!<br>
A Concerned Icemulian

- Elections matter...perhaps should win an election? -D
== '''Kragsfell - A Tale of Empire''' ==
Interview by Aubron
The following interview took place in Koaratos in 5123 more than half a year into the empire’s aggressive expansion and Earl Jovery’s decree for the creation of a new barony in the north.
[[File:KragsfellFNN1.png|300px|thumb|left|Battle of Kragsfell, created in midjourney, by player of Dendum uploaded with permission]]
[[File:KragsfellFNN3.png|200px|thumb|left|Battle of Kragsfell Kindred on the Move, created in midjourney, by player of Dendum, uploaded with permission]]
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'''Aubron of Talador''': Greetings, fellow travelers! Today, we delve into the fascinating history of the Battle of [[Kragsfell]], a significant conflict that unfolded in the DragonSpine mountain range many years ago. Joining us is Dendum of the Wendwillows, a resident of the northern border regions.

Before we dive into the [[ Giantkin_History#Part_IV:_Kragsfell | battle itself ]], could you provide some context for our audience? How did this conflict with the imperial army start?

'''Dendum''' : T'Kirem Bear Clan lived in Shartenal mountains for generations. The human empire, ever expanding, came and in ignorance pushed onto the lands of others, as they tend to do even to this day. At first the Kindred did not believe the empire would be so bold and moved carefully so as not to provoke the humans, however the empire attacked with full force.

'''Aubron of Talador''': The Baloran tribe seemed to be initially surprised by the human presence. How did the conflict escalate, and how did they come to establish Kragsfell Fortress?

'''Dendum''' : Chieftain T'Syranak sought knowledge after that first unprovoked attack. After being attacked by the Sun Throne took time and collected much information. Fought for years, led humans deeper into the mountains to Kragsfell. This process took years, one does not drive an empire out overnight.

'''Aubron of Talador''': Fascinating strategy! It seems Kragsfell became a pivotal point in the conflict. What led to the ultimate defeat of the imperial army?

'''Dendum''': Yunnag-sihr, a leader given by the great spirits, attacked. Clever plan, surprise attack, drove humans out. You see the wisdom of this leader in using the scouts and knowing where and when to strike. The human empire often finds failure when confronted with more than shields and children to clash against.

'''Aubron of Talador''': Victory, however, came at a great price. The war continued for almost a hundred years, and even though the T'Kirem couldn't fully defeat the imperial army, the humans couldn't conquer the giants either. How did the conflict eventually come to an end?

'''Dendum''': War continued. Krulgon, new chief did not listen to scouts and drove them away with his arrogance he did not have the wisdom of his father or the patience of his ancestors, faced defeat. However even then the kindred blood proved true and wisdom finally arrived to young Krulgon. Used terrain to prevent loss. War ended in a draw.

'''Aubron''': It's a bittersweet tale of struggle and resilience. With the conflict finally over, what became of the T'Kirem Bear Clan and the Kragsfell Fortress?

'''Dendum''': Others tribes left Krulgon and Krulgon moved tribe home. Clash ended, peace found. The empire stopped expanding in that direction.

'''Aubron of Talador''': Thank you, Dendum, for sharing this remarkable story of the Battle of Kragsfell and the T'Kirem Bear Clan's courage and determination. Why have you been studying such tales and do you think there are any lessons for the empire’s current invasion to the north?

'''Dendum''': Yes, whether it is to the south or the east or now the north you can see the human empire is always looking to grab the lands of others, always expanding. But you can also see that with determination and will that they can be stopped and held back. The Faendryl stopped them the T’Kirem Bear Clan stopped them, the North can also stop them. A hundred years it may take but they can be stopped and will be stopped until the blood lust and land-greed-sickness leaves them and they learn to live in peace with their neighbors.

This new expansion is normal for an empire that has never respected the non-humans around it and, spirits willing, they will learn one day to tend to their own lands and let others live in peace.

We pray to the Great Spirits that one day we can study something less annoying than the empire of humans.

Interviewers Note: ''It should be noted that while the empire did not expand further into the mountains after this conflict they did manage to hold onto all the lands they had claimed prior to the conflict starting.''

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How many times is this town going to let that murderous traitor come back?<br>
Knave, War Profiteer, Cutthroat<br>
We didn't vote for that DeArchon.<br>
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Erithi dignitary in need of escort to Zul<br>
Please get me out of this town!<br>
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Lost ma Mule in the Trollsfang<br>
I thought traveling was rough before the empire showed up who the heck is in charge of the forest now?<br>
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Loyalty to the Town and Each other!<br>
Do we surrender to an evil just because it is powerful?<br>
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== '''A Northern Wind - by Dendum''' ==
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We have lost the Dragonsclaw Forest to the human empire. We have lost most of the Trollsfang Forest to the human empire. We have lost temples and we have lost land routes to the grasping hands of the empire. We have lost swamps and we have lost mountains. We have however, in the shadow of their land-theft, found purpose and determination. We have found that we are not alone though we are often surrounded by darkness we cast a light for freedom that the empire can not extinguish easily. We have found brothers and sisters, who do not share blood but do share purpose and vision. We have found honor and inspiration from those willing to walk the difficult path. A path laid down by Talbot, Black Wolves, and Yunnag-sihr.

The free wind of the north blows and with it a fresh election has ended bringing both new and old voices. Dabbings remains a stout reminder that the north endures.

The houses of Solhaven may silently promote Jovery's theft of northern lands but the voices of Icemule's council condemn it.

Look now at Icemule, who allows a half-krolvin to run demonstrating a commitment to all, then compare it to any decaying and rotten line of noble leaders in the empire. Human blooded all, and you can easily see which path offers freedom and which continues its human first policy on domination on others. Look to the north to see a coalition of people fighting for freedom and self determination. Look to the south and see the next chapter of humanities suppression of Ordlyn, Hathlyn, and Sylvan blood......thanks to Aurmont all are free to serve but still it appears only human-blood is free to lead. Watch as they trot out the Malwind as a token of proof that they are not what they clearly are. Time and again they trot out their token Hathlyn, but where is the dwarf baron? Where is the elf baron? Where is the halfling or aelotian baron? They are not to be seen, for any who dared challenge the rights of the humans were cast aside in the never ending expansion of Turamzyrr which continues even now around the walls of Wehnimer's. The dwarf baron is dead in the mines of Talador, the halfling baron had his lands stripped hundreds of years ago and was driven north, the elf baron was driven into the Wyrdeep his lands stolen and his future destroyed by Tamzyrr.

There is no honor in the lands of Tamzyrr and there can not be as long as they actively steal what is not theirs and use their armies and their magistars to claim what they have no right to claim. Those who do not condemn such thievery promote it in silence. For truly all that evil needs to grow and prosper is the cowardly silence of others.

Let us listen well to the voices of the north. Let those who wish for freedom and peace hear these voices and rejoice. Let the empire hear free voices speak...and tremble.

~ Dendum<br>
Archdruid of the North<br>
The Wind in the Willow<br>
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===Opalina===
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[[File:Opalina.png|thumbnail|center|Opalina Jalcon <br> AI art generated by Opalina uploaded with her permission[https://Midjourney.com] Midjourney.com]]

Inclusion. Unity is a natural side effect. Inclusion being, going out of my way to include town folks in events and seek advice from the people. Working on being supportive of other council views and ideas and work our best to work toward a mutually satisfying end result and not be disruptive or making sole decisions. Let those who wish to wield authority over others prove their worth!
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===Roelon===
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[[File:Roelon.png|thumbnail|center|Roelon <br> AI art generated by Roelon envisioned through the eyes of AI. Created using MidJourney by Roelon's user. Uploaded previously by author.]]

Famous for his steady hand and leadership abilities. Roelon is also known as a leader in the north, often leading people from point A to Point B. Attempts were made to contact the famous wearer of the famous kilt for a message but he was too busy with visions and saving the world. Also no one could really understand what he was saying anyway.

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===Jastalyn===
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[[File:Jastalyn2.jpg|thumbnail|center|Jastalyn created by artist Stormyrain uploaded previously with permission]]

A lot of people know me, but I still love to make new friends. I'm Jastalyn Dragorth; Chairwoman of Twilight Hall and Fenog's Regulars. I served on the very first town council, but we were called the Mayor's advirosry council at that time. When the next council was elected, we were then called the Icemule Trace Town Council. I love working with a team towards a common goal, learning individual strengths that each member can bring to the table.
<br>The reason I decided at the last moment to run for the Town Council is I felt I could bring integrity and transparency in a time when strife and doubt were all too common in our cozy town. In my leadership roles, the most useful skill I've learned is how to help bring out the best in others. Sometimes, all someone needs is an encouraging word or a helping hand in the right direction to discover their own hidden talents.
<br>My platform for this campaign was transparency and unity. I ran on those premises because I believe that's what will help elevate Icemule as we forge our way towards creating a new nation and obtaining new allies while we discover within us all the strength and teamwork like we've never presented before. I believe transparency is important if we want to succeed in our endeavors. Being on the same page, working towards the same goal, and utilitzing the strengths of all involved will bring about the change and accomplishments so many before us have only dreamed about.

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===Aliashyrah===
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[[File:Aliashyrah_Political_Portrait.png|thumbnail|center|<br>created in midjourney by Aliashyrah uploaded with permission]]

A year to an elf can often seem an almost inconsequential amount of time, but my year spent in Icemule has been one of great growth and revelation. It was within her frozen walls that I was led to my calling and met the people who would help shape my future. From curious observer to invested citizen, I have walked each day side by side with others who call Icemule home and it has brought me to this moment.
<br>I am honored that the people of Icemule have chosen me as one of their councillors. Standing with the others who make up the Council of Five, I know that we will do our best to help guide Icemule to the future that inevitably awaits her if we have the strength of will and heart to pursue that which we desire. A new Nation of the North is a lofty goal, but not out of reach for the passionate citizens of this rugged area. With strong leaders who listen to the will and voices of her people, there is nothing that is truly beyond our grasp.
<br>Even before taking my place as the newest, and arguably least known, of the councillors, I have spent countless hours investing in Icemule's future. Whether through bringing new ideas to leadership or taking others who are searching much as I once was under my wing, I strive each and every day to fulfill the calling set before me. Now, Icemule has given me her trust and utmost honor to be one of five voices that will guide and advocate for her future. I do not take this position lightly and will pour all of my passion and energy into giving Icemule everything she deserves.
<br>While the road ahead is not fully shaped, the goal is clear. With eyes always lifted up, let us join together to pursue our wild and untamed desires to build a new Nation grounded in unity. I look with breathless anticipation to the future with a firm understanding of the past, trusting that all will end up as it should be.

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===Sorlu Jae'kym Nalfein===
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Five years have passed since that unhappy day when the good People of Icemule, blinded by promises made by those at home and abroad, forgot the highest values of our past, of the North, of its honor and its freedom, and thereby lost everything. Filled with the deepest of distress, all of the best Northern men and women from all walks of life saw the unity of the Nation disintegrating in a welter of egotistical foreign political opinions and economic interests. The breakdown of the unity of heart and will of our Nation at home was followed by the collapse of its political position abroad.
<br>Driven to act on the side of change, I began my first term as a representative of all Free People, with resolution and fidelity to my oath, seeing the powerlessness of the Nation to shoulder the task of Freedom we advocated. In moments of so great importance in contemporary history, individuals can play a significant part only if they enter the scene as truly outstanding personalities.
<br>In this process, a formidable weapon used against us was that of lying, that is, of propaganda, to deceive not just the world beyond our walls but some within, with the ignoble belief that to resist is inappropriate. By these means they contrived to break the backbone of our Nation, to remove our resistance, to wear us down, and to make us prepared at last to submit to the Vaalorian yoke of monarchy.
<br>We were called upon to take over the leadership of the Nation at a moment when it did not seem to develop towards a great rise. We were given power in circumstances of the greatest conceivable pressure, the pressure of the knowledge that, by itself, everything was lost, and that, in the eyes of the noblest minds, this represented a last attempt, while in the eyes of evil-wishers it should condemn the North to final failure. Unless Icemule could be saved, by a miracle, the situation was bound to end in disaster.
<br>Yet together we were victorious, while our oppressor fled behind the Dragonspine, history forged in that monumental act of resolve that would be celebrated as The Great Humiliation.
<br>As I enter now this second term, I see ahead of us an age of rebirth, starting with the family, and including all notions of honor and loyalty, culture and economy, Nation and motherland, whether adopted or by origin, even the eternal foundations of our morals and our faiths. But if we are to experience a political and economic revival and conscientiously fulfill our duties, decisive action is required.
<br>The Council of Five will therefore regard it as its first and supreme task to restore to the Northern People unity of heart and will. It will preserve and defend the foundations on which the strength of our Nation rests.
<br>In foreign policy, The Council of Five will see its highest mission in the preservation of our People's right to an independent life and in the maintaining thereby of their Freedom. The determination of this Council to put an end to the chaotic conditions in the North is a step towards integration into the world's community of governments as a state having equal status and therefore equal rights with the rest.
<br>With persistent urgency we must hasten to achieve these goals, as from the south we have witnessed movement from the destructive and ravenous fingers of yet another Empire whose history, for hundreds of years, has been welded together solely by force, not the free will of those affected. War has followed war. One nation after another was robbed of its freedom. One state after another was shattered so that the structure which calls itself the Turamzzyrian Empire might arise.
<br>Considering how pious the outward gestures of those who deliberately, and with a cold heart, drive nation after nation into a struggle serving only their material interests, one is compelled to state that rarely has imperial hypocrisy reached such a pitch as that of the Empire today. The northern expansionistic placing of Elidal Dhenin as the Baron of Darkstone is nothing but a mask covering the continued subjugation and the oppression of both nations and individuals.
<br>The task before us is the most difficult which has faced a Northern stateman in living memory. But we all have unbounded confidence, for we believe in our Nation and in its eternal values. Farmers, workers, and heroic defenders must unite to contribute the bricks wherewith to build our new Nation, a Nation which swells as new alliances are formed and past prejudices overcome. In place of our turbulent instincts, it will see National discipline govern our life. In the process it will take into account all the institutions which are the true safeguards of the strength and power of our Nation.
<br>Let us begin, loyal to one another. May the Divine favor our work, shape our will in the right way, bless our vision and bless us with the trust of our People. We have no desire to fight for ourselves; only for the Freedom of the North.
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Lord Sorlu Jae'kym Nalfein
Town Councillor of Icemule Trace

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==Ask Lithyia==
Hold the press this weeks addition has a guest contributor '''Anonymous Anya'''
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'''Dear Lithy,'''
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Hey there! I heard you're pretty good at giving advice so I need your help. See, there's this lady in Icemule that just got voted into office and boy is she pretty! The type of pretty that makes a guy like me want to keep his foot hair brushed, know what I mean? The problem is I don't think she's got the eyes for me. Not yet at least.

She recently shot me down in public, but I think she was just playing hard to get because later on I heard her say she might be willing to take me to Icewall Penitentiary. It's an odd place for a date, but beggars can't be choosers.

What advice can you give to help make sure this date is a success?

Sincerely,
Horsing Around Mule

'''Dear Horsing Around Mule'''

That does seem like an odd location for a date...I would like to suggest a better destination, one that might be better suited to your...desires. Are you at all familiar with the temples in Solhaven? There is a beautiful garden located there that might impress her and bring you some luck.

As for a bit of additional advice; bring her a lovely bouquet composed of tuberoses and make sure you are wearing emerald green.

Oh and be certain to be persistent! Sometimes you have to bring them a few socks...errr flowers, before you win them over!

Best of luck!
Lithy

'''My dear Horsing Around,'''

Yes, the Penitentiary is an odd locale for a date. May I suggest a journey to the Vipershroud near Wehnimer's Landing, where there is a lovely old temple that is welcoming of all. The travel time will provide you a chance for you and your lady love to talk, and there is considerable art throughout the temple to admire once you arrive. Don't let the swampy locale deter you, as it is the perfect metaphor for beauty thriving in the face of adversity.

Best of luck (and watch out for vipers)!

Anonymous Anya<br>
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'''Dear Lithy,'''

I had to steal some paper to write this to you so I hope you're as good with advice as people say.

You see, I like this guy but he doesn't even notice me because he is enamored with another woman. I know what you're probably going to say but hear me out! She's evil! Not just the "I should be dating him and not her" kind of evil but "might be some kind of demon" type of evil.

I don't have anything to offer him except my love and devotion, but I don't think he sees that as enough. How do I get him away from the succubus who has him under her power and get him to see that I would be so much better for him?

Please help,

Jealous but Justified

'''Dear Jealous,'''
Since my leanings for the answer to your dilemma are leading me to a desire for setting certain things on fire, I have consulted with my wise associate, Anonymous Anya. Here's what she has for you...

Lithy

'''Dear Jealous,'''
Men are blind and stupid, a fact we must all come to terms with eventually. Your best bet is to befriend this fellow so you can be there at his side when his lovely succubus eventually turns on him - nothing brings the idiots around like the pretty girl they can turn to when their love life goes south. Oh, you're not pretty? I'm sure a trip to the Spa at Silvergate Inn will help with that!

Smooches!
Anonymous Anya

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{{creative-work | title = The Free North News Issue #6| type = periodical| author = Various}}

'''OOC Disclaimer: The following is about Empire, revolution, settler colonialism, and it’s many consequences. The opinions stated here are to be taken in character and should not be taken as out of character judgements. It is intended as in character rhetoric. Except that we should have a rolton cryptid. Oh and do not insert into any orifices. Or do, I’m just not legally responsible for it.'''

'''IC Disclaimer: The Black Thorns are more of a collective, and less of a organization with hierarchy and a roster. Please do not take the perspective of one member to apply to all of us.'''

[[File:Freenorthnews.png|375px|thumb|Right|generated by MidJourney]]
[[File:thehatman.jpg|375px|thumb|left|The Hatman Cometh, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Faerinn's Player]]

In the quaint town of Icemule Trace, nestled amidst the snowy peaks, a group of Krovlin child refugees found solace and camaraderie in their shared experiences. Their small enclave became a safe haven where they clung to their heritage, holding on to a tattered copy of the Free North News, a treasured relic from their homeland. It was a symbol of hope, a reminder that they were not alone in their struggles.

One frosty evening, as the wind howled through the narrow streets, the children gathered around a flickering hearth, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of a lantern. Wrapped in heavy furs, they huddled close, passing around the precious newspaper, their eyes wide with curiosity and fear.

"Have you heard the tale of the ManRolt?" whispered Sasha, her voice barely audible above the crackling fire. "It is said to roam these mountains, half man and half ram, with sharp horns and eyes that pierce the darkness. They say it preys on those who dare venture alone into the woods."

A shiver ran through the children as they exchanged nervous glances. But the allure of the unknown was too strong to resist, and they urged Sasha to continue.

"And then there's the Hatman," chimed in Zander, pulling his blanket closer. "He wears a vast, wide-brimmed hat that casts a shadow over his entire face. Dressed all in black, he roams the streets of Icemule Trace at night, looking for children to snatch away and take to his navy of lost children."

The children gasped, their young minds conjuring terrifying images of the Hatman lurking in the shadows, a figure of pure malevolence.

"But fear not, for we are united," declared Mila, the eldest among them, her voice filled with determination. "Together, we are stronger than any cryptid or dark tale. Let the ManRolt and the Hatman tremble in the face of our resilience and unity!"

Encouraged by Mila's words, the children clung to one another, finding strength in their bond. They knew the world beyond Ice Mule Trace could be harsh and unforgiving, but here, in the heart of their newfound community, they had each other's backs.

As the night wore on, the stories grew more daring, and laughter replaced fear. They retold legends of their homeland, weaving threads of their past into the tapestry of their present. The Free North News became a shared emblem of their hope, a testament to their resilience, and a promise of a better future.

==The Faerinn Well: The Otter and the Sun==

[[File:otterandsun.png|375px|thumb|left|The Hatman Cometh, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Faerinn's Player]]

This month I am stealing a page from the former probationary page now squire (congrats), and submitting an allegorical about an otter and the Sun:

In a serene and verdant mining town, there resided a clever and resourceful otter named Ollie. Ollie had built a cozy and sturdy den nestled between the reeds, where he lived with his friends and family. Life was harmonious, save for one undeniable challenge— the relentless and blazing Sun.

Ollie’s fur was his pride, but the Sun’s scorching rays made it nearly unbearable. Paws burning on the hot sand and fur becoming matted, Ollie realized he had to take a difficult decision. He decided to move away from his beloved home, leaving behind the lush land he loved dearly. The Sun’s oppressive heat had forced him to abandon the place where generations of otters had lived before him.

As Ollie resettled in a more hospitable region, he thought he had escaped the Sun’s wrath. However, the Sun, curious and perhaps a tad lonely, couldn’t resist visiting Ollie’s new home. With every visit, disaster followed. The Sun’s rays intensified, melting Ollie’s bayside haven, scorching the land, and causing his friends and family great suffering. The Sun’s purpose was a perplexing and destructive one—it harnessed the suffering of otters to power a menacing super weapon.

Heartbroken and tormented by the sight of his loved ones in pain, Ollie resolved to confront the Sun. “Why do you persist in causing such misery?” he implored. The Sun, shining brightly but heedless of the damage it wreaked, responded nonchalantly, “It’s in my nature. Yet, this time, I assure you, I am kinder than before.”

Skeptical but hoping for change, Ollie let his guard down, inviting the Sun to approach once more. But time and time again, the Sun’s visits brought calamity. Ollie’s friends lost their homes, and his family suffered unbearable hardship. The Sun’s promises of benevolence proved empty, and Ollie’s trust eroded like the sand beneath his paws.

Frustrated by the relentless cycle of destruction, Ollie dared to voice his feelings of helplessness. “Your nature may be unchangeable, but must it always come at the cost of innocent lives?” he asked. The Sun, offended by Ollie’s audacity, couldn’t fathom why the otter questioned its actions. “But it’s in my nature, and this time I have become nicer than eight years ago,” the Sun repeated.

Even as the Sun, shoveled handful upon handful of screaming, burning otters into its ever growing maw, it lamented between bites, “Why don’t you appreciate how much I’ve changed for you?”

Ollie was speechless and distracted by his own amazement that no morsel fell from the Sun’s mouth as they lectured. The Sun had row upon row of pointed, golden teeth that no scrap could escape from.

“Why won’t you forget the things I did before?”the Sun lamented.

From under the cool shade of an ivory tower, a bed of lilies added, “I bet even if you brought him a pile of gold coins, Ollie would complain about them weighing too much.”

The Sun beamed at the encourage. Literally, they grew brighter. Shimmering waves of heat rose from the bleak and barren lands. The air filled a cacophony of otters screaming in agony followed by a sizzle and blended fragrance of burning fur and cooked meat.

==News for the North==
News for the North
* The Aelotoi Celebrate: there continues to be no cure found for their Kiramon induced condition but rumors abound of a new faction as the Aelotian people gather in celebration and remembrance.
* Ta'illistim In Turmoil: Odd rumors flow across the mountain of missing people and closed shops. Travel with caution going east.
* Ta'valor Trembles: Bandits and Pirates have been troubling the Crimson Legion. Travel with caution going even further east.
* Krolvin in Chaos: What is going on in the western waters? Krolvin sightings increase and there are reports the northern section of the island was seen in ruins. Icemule led a brave rescue effort to save what they could.
* Envoys Elected: The Landing has elected new envoys. The Empire is bewildered how anyone can get a position without nepotism or graft.
* Pirates Pierced: Infamous Ship Captain Bodohal is said to have fallen into some vines and died....shame. He left behind a bunch of terrible plans and questions for Torre.
* Icemule Selects the Elects: Dabbings remains as head of Icemule! A new council supports him with some familiar faces!
* Empire's New Weapon- Rumors criss cross the west the empire is building some new super weapon, no one who remembers Talador is suprised. <br>

==Letters to the FNN==
To the Editor <br>
Since the very day we declared our intentions to shake free of the Turamzzyrian yoke, there have
been those who seek to oppose us.<br>
We have been criticized and ridiculed for our beliefs. We have been falsely labeled as terrorists
and cowards. Banned from establishments and exiled from events. Lies have been spread that we
stalk citizens in the night, posing a threat to the safety of a people we have never wished ill
on. <br>
Yet we have endured. The dream of a people deciding their own path free from the grasping claws of
a nation steeped in a history of violence and hate still lives. We will not simply give up and
fade away as some have so vocally wished in our presence. <br>
Corrupt merchants, bought politicians, and any others so desperate to taste the leather of
Imperial boots that they would throw aside all sense can be forewarned. We hear your words and we
do not forget them. Now hear ours.<br>
Freedom in the North.
Anonymous Thorn

- This sounds like Wisdom -D

To the Editor,<br>
Hello Sir or Lady and blessings of the Arkati upon you. I want to thank you for this publication
and all the news it brings to us normal folk.<br>
Many of us normal folk here in Icemule are quite scared about our future. Not only do we have a
volcano and krolvin to deal with, but worse of all we have to deal with a known traitor, Opalina,
somehow making it back on the town council! And Talliver was voted back in too even after letting
her off the hook! <br>
How will we, or our new nation, ever flourish if we keep allowing these corrupt politicians to run
our lives? Something must be done before it's too late!<br>
A Concerned Icemulian

- Elections matter...perhaps should win an election? -D
== '''Kragsfell - A Tale of Empire''' ==
Interview by Aubron
The following interview took place in Koaratos in 5123 more than half a year into the empire’s aggressive expansion and Earl Jovery’s decree for the creation of a new barony in the north.
[[File:KragsfellFNN1.png|300px|thumb|left|Battle of Kragsfell, created in midjourney, by player of Dendum uploaded with permission]]
[[File:KragsfellFNN3.png|200px|thumb|left|Battle of Kragsfell Kindred on the Move, created in midjourney, by player of Dendum, uploaded with permission]]
[[File:KragsfellFNN2.png|500px|thumb|left|Battle of Kragsfell Empire's Charge, created in midjourney, by player of Dendum, uploaded with permission]]
'''Aubron of Talador''': Greetings, fellow travelers! Today, we delve into the fascinating history of the Battle of [[Kragsfell]], a significant conflict that unfolded in the DragonSpine mountain range many years ago. Joining us is Dendum of the Wendwillows, a resident of the northern border regions.

Before we dive into the [[ Giantkin_History#Part_IV:_Kragsfell | battle itself ]], could you provide some context for our audience? How did this conflict with the imperial army start?

'''Dendum''' : T'Kirem Bear Clan lived in Shartenal mountains for generations. The human empire, ever expanding, came and in ignorance pushed onto the lands of others, as they tend to do even to this day. At first the Kindred did not believe the empire would be so bold and moved carefully so as not to provoke the humans, however the empire attacked with full force.

'''Aubron of Talador''': The Baloran tribe seemed to be initially surprised by the human presence. How did the conflict escalate, and how did they come to establish Kragsfell Fortress?

'''Dendum''' : Chieftain T'Syranak sought knowledge after that first unprovoked attack. After being attacked by the Sun Throne took time and collected much information. Fought for years, led humans deeper into the mountains to Kragsfell. This process took years, one does not drive an empire out overnight.

'''Aubron of Talador''': Fascinating strategy! It seems Kragsfell became a pivotal point in the conflict. What led to the ultimate defeat of the imperial army?

'''Dendum''': Yunnag-sihr, a leader given by the great spirits, attacked. Clever plan, surprise attack, drove humans out. You see the wisdom of this leader in using the scouts and knowing where and when to strike. The human empire often finds failure when confronted with more than shields and children to clash against.

'''Aubron of Talador''': Victory, however, came at a great price. The war continued for almost a hundred years, and even though the T'Kirem couldn't fully defeat the imperial army, the humans couldn't conquer the giants either. How did the conflict eventually come to an end?

'''Dendum''': War continued. Krulgon, new chief did not listen to scouts and drove them away with his arrogance he did not have the wisdom of his father or the patience of his ancestors, faced defeat. However even then the kindred blood proved true and wisdom finally arrived to young Krulgon. Used terrain to prevent loss. War ended in a draw.

'''Aubron''': It's a bittersweet tale of struggle and resilience. With the conflict finally over, what became of the T'Kirem Bear Clan and the Kragsfell Fortress?

'''Dendum''': Others tribes left Krulgon and Krulgon moved tribe home. Clash ended, peace found. The empire stopped expanding in that direction.

'''Aubron of Talador''': Thank you, Dendum, for sharing this remarkable story of the Battle of Kragsfell and the T'Kirem Bear Clan's courage and determination. Why have you been studying such tales and do you think there are any lessons for the empire’s current invasion to the north?

'''Dendum''': Yes, whether it is to the south or the east or now the north you can see the human empire is always looking to grab the lands of others, always expanding. But you can also see that with determination and will that they can be stopped and held back. The Faendryl stopped them the T’Kirem Bear Clan stopped them, the North can also stop them. A hundred years it may take but they can be stopped and will be stopped until the blood lust and land-greed-sickness leaves them and they learn to live in peace with their neighbors.

This new expansion is normal for an empire that has never respected the non-humans around it and, spirits willing, they will learn one day to tend to their own lands and let others live in peace.

We pray to the Great Spirits that one day we can study something less annoying than the empire of humans.

Interviewers Note: ''It should be noted that while the empire did not expand further into the mountains after this conflict they did manage to hold onto all the lands they had claimed prior to the conflict starting.''

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Lost ma Mule in the Trollsfang<br>
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== '''A Northern Wind - by Dendum''' ==
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We have lost the Dragonsclaw Forest to the human empire. We have lost most of the Trollsfang Forest to the human empire. We have lost temples and we have lost land routes to the grasping hands of the empire. We have lost swamps and we have lost mountains. We have however, in the shadow of their land-theft, found purpose and determination. We have found that we are not alone though we are often surrounded by darkness we cast a light for freedom that the empire can not extinguish easily. We have found brothers and sisters, who do not share blood but do share purpose and vision. We have found honor and inspiration from those willing to walk the difficult path. A path laid down by Talbot, Black Wolves, and Yunnag-sihr.

The free wind of the north blows and with it a fresh election has ended bringing both new and old voices. Dabbings remains a stout reminder that the north endures.

The houses of Solhaven may silently promote Jovery's theft of northern lands but the voices of Icemule's council condemn it.

Look now at Icemule, who allows a half-krolvin to run demonstrating a commitment to all, then compare it to any decaying and rotten line of noble leaders in the empire. Human blooded all, and you can easily see which path offers freedom and which continues its human first policy on domination on others. Look to the north to see a coalition of people fighting for freedom and self determination. Look to the south and see the next chapter of humanities suppression of Ordlyn, Hathlyn, and Sylvan blood......thanks to Aurmont all are free to serve but still it appears only human-blood is free to lead. Watch as they trot out the Malwind as a token of proof that they are not what they clearly are. Time and again they trot out their token Hathlyn, but where is the dwarf baron? Where is the elf baron? Where is the halfling or aelotian baron? They are not to be seen, for any who dared challenge the rights of the humans were cast aside in the never ending expansion of Turamzyrr which continues even now around the walls of Wehnimer's. The dwarf baron is dead in the mines of Talador, the halfling baron had his lands stripped hundreds of years ago and was driven north, the elf baron was driven into the Wyrdeep his lands stolen and his future destroyed by Tamzyrr.

There is no honor in the lands of Tamzyrr and there can not be as long as they actively steal what is not theirs and use their armies and their magistars to claim what they have no right to claim. Those who do not condemn such thievery promote it in silence. For truly all that evil needs to grow and prosper is the cowardly silence of others.

Let us listen well to the voices of the north. Let those who wish for freedom and peace hear these voices and rejoice. Let the empire hear free voices speak...and tremble.

~ Dendum<br>
Archdruid of the North<br>
The Wind in the Willow<br>
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===Opalina===
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[[File:Opalina.png|thumbnail|center|Opalina Jalcon <br> AI art generated by Opalina uploaded with her permission[https://Midjourney.com] Midjourney.com]]

Inclusion. Unity is a natural side effect. Inclusion being, going out of my way to include town folks in events and seek advice from the people. Working on being supportive of other council views and ideas and work our best to work toward a mutually satisfying end result and not be disruptive or making sole decisions. Let those who wish to wield authority over others prove their worth!
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===Roelon===
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[[File:Roelon.png|thumbnail|center|Roelon <br> AI art generated by Roelon envisioned through the eyes of AI. Created using MidJourney by Roelon's user. Uploaded previously by author.]]

Famous for his steady hand and leadership abilities. Roelon is also known as a leader in the north, often leading people from point A to Point B. Attempts were made to contact the famous wearer of the famous kilt for a message but he was too busy with visions and saving the world. Also no one could really understand what he was saying anyway.

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===Jastalyn===
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[[File:Jastalyn2.jpg|thumbnail|center|Jastalyn created by artist Stormyrain uploaded previously with permission]]

A lot of people know me, but I still love to make new friends. I'm Jastalyn Dragorth; Chairwoman of Twilight Hall and Fenog's Regulars. I served on the very first town council, but we were called the Mayor's advirosry council at that time. When the next council was elected, we were then called the Icemule Trace Town Council. I love working with a team towards a common goal, learning individual strengths that each member can bring to the table.
<br>The reason I decided at the last moment to run for the Town Council is I felt I could bring integrity and transparency in a time when strife and doubt were all too common in our cozy town. In my leadership roles, the most useful skill I've learned is how to help bring out the best in others. Sometimes, all someone needs is an encouraging word or a helping hand in the right direction to discover their own hidden talents.
<br>My platform for this campaign was transparency and unity. I ran on those premises because I believe that's what will help elevate Icemule as we forge our way towards creating a new nation and obtaining new allies while we discover within us all the strength and teamwork like we've never presented before. I believe transparency is important if we want to succeed in our endeavors. Being on the same page, working towards the same goal, and utilitzing the strengths of all involved will bring about the change and accomplishments so many before us have only dreamed about.

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===Aliashyrah===
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[[File:Aliashyrah_Political_Portrait.png|thumbnail|center|<br>created in midjourney by Aliashyrah uploaded with permission]]

A year to an elf can often seem an almost inconsequential amount of time, but my year spent in Icemule has been one of great growth and revelation. It was within her frozen walls that I was led to my calling and met the people who would help shape my future. From curious observer to invested citizen, I have walked each day side by side with others who call Icemule home and it has brought me to this moment.
<br>I am honored that the people of Icemule have chosen me as one of their councillors. Standing with the others who make up the Council of Five, I know that we will do our best to help guide Icemule to the future that inevitably awaits her if we have the strength of will and heart to pursue that which we desire. A new Nation of the North is a lofty goal, but not out of reach for the passionate citizens of this rugged area. With strong leaders who listen to the will and voices of her people, there is nothing that is truly beyond our grasp.
<br>Even before taking my place as the newest, and arguably least known, of the councillors, I have spent countless hours investing in Icemule's future. Whether through bringing new ideas to leadership or taking others who are searching much as I once was under my wing, I strive each and every day to fulfill the calling set before me. Now, Icemule has given me her trust and utmost honor to be one of five voices that will guide and advocate for her future. I do not take this position lightly and will pour all of my passion and energy into giving Icemule everything she deserves.
<br>While the road ahead is not fully shaped, the goal is clear. With eyes always lifted up, let us join together to pursue our wild and untamed desires to build a new Nation grounded in unity. I look with breathless anticipation to the future with a firm understanding of the past, trusting that all will end up as it should be.

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===Sorlu Jae'kym Nalfein===
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Five years have passed since that unhappy day when the good People of Icemule, blinded by promises made by those at home and abroad, forgot the highest values of our past, of the North, of its honor and its freedom, and thereby lost everything. Filled with the deepest of distress, all of the best Northern men and women from all walks of life saw the unity of the Nation disintegrating in a welter of egotistical foreign political opinions and economic interests. The breakdown of the unity of heart and will of our Nation at home was followed by the collapse of its political position abroad.
<br>Driven to act on the side of change, I began my first term as a representative of all Free People, with resolution and fidelity to my oath, seeing the powerlessness of the Nation to shoulder the task of Freedom we advocated. In moments of so great importance in contemporary history, individuals can play a significant part only if they enter the scene as truly outstanding personalities.
<br>In this process, a formidable weapon used against us was that of lying, that is, of propaganda, to deceive not just the world beyond our walls but some within, with the ignoble belief that to resist is inappropriate. By these means they contrived to break the backbone of our Nation, to remove our resistance, to wear us down, and to make us prepared at last to submit to the Vaalorian yoke of monarchy.
<br>We were called upon to take over the leadership of the Nation at a moment when it did not seem to develop towards a great rise. We were given power in circumstances of the greatest conceivable pressure, the pressure of the knowledge that, by itself, everything was lost, and that, in the eyes of the noblest minds, this represented a last attempt, while in the eyes of evil-wishers it should condemn the North to final failure. Unless Icemule could be saved, by a miracle, the situation was bound to end in disaster.
<br>Yet together we were victorious, while our oppressor fled behind the Dragonspine, history forged in that monumental act of resolve that would be celebrated as The Great Humiliation.
<br>As I enter now this second term, I see ahead of us an age of rebirth, starting with the family, and including all notions of honor and loyalty, culture and economy, Nation and motherland, whether adopted or by origin, even the eternal foundations of our morals and our faiths. But if we are to experience a political and economic revival and conscientiously fulfill our duties, decisive action is required.
<br>The Council of Five will therefore regard it as its first and supreme task to restore to the Northern People unity of heart and will. It will preserve and defend the foundations on which the strength of our Nation rests.
<br>In foreign policy, The Council of Five will see its highest mission in the preservation of our People's right to an independent life and in the maintaining thereby of their Freedom. The determination of this Council to put an end to the chaotic conditions in the North is a step towards integration into the world's community of governments as a state having equal status and therefore equal rights with the rest.
<br>With persistent urgency we must hasten to achieve these goals, as from the south we have witnessed movement from the destructive and ravenous fingers of yet another Empire whose history, for hundreds of years, has been welded together solely by force, not the free will of those affected. War has followed war. One nation after another was robbed of its freedom. One state after another was shattered so that the structure which calls itself the Turamzzyrian Empire might arise.
<br>Considering how pious the outward gestures of those who deliberately, and with a cold heart, drive nation after nation into a struggle serving only their material interests, one is compelled to state that rarely has imperial hypocrisy reached such a pitch as that of the Empire today. The northern expansionistic placing of Elidal Dhenin as the Baron of Darkstone is nothing but a mask covering the continued subjugation and the oppression of both nations and individuals.
<br>The task before us is the most difficult which has faced a Northern stateman in living memory. But we all have unbounded confidence, for we believe in our Nation and in its eternal values. Farmers, workers, and heroic defenders must unite to contribute the bricks wherewith to build our new Nation, a Nation which swells as new alliances are formed and past prejudices overcome. In place of our turbulent instincts, it will see National discipline govern our life. In the process it will take into account all the institutions which are the true safeguards of the strength and power of our Nation.
<br>Let us begin, loyal to one another. May the Divine favor our work, shape our will in the right way, bless our vision and bless us with the trust of our People. We have no desire to fight for ourselves; only for the Freedom of the North.
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Lord Sorlu Jae'kym Nalfein
Town Councillor of Icemule Trace

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==Ask Lithyia==
Hold the press this weeks addition has a guest contributor '''Anonymous Anya'''
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'''Dear Lithy,'''
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Hey there! I heard you're pretty good at giving advice so I need your help. See, there's this lady in Icemule that just got voted into office and boy is she pretty! The type of pretty that makes a guy like me want to keep his foot hair brushed, know what I mean? The problem is I don't think she's got the eyes for me. Not yet at least.

She recently shot me down in public, but I think she was just playing hard to get because later on I heard her say she might be willing to take me to Icewall Penitentiary. It's an odd place for a date, but beggars can't be choosers.

What advice can you give to help make sure this date is a success?

Sincerely,
Horsing Around Mule

'''Dear Horsing Around Mule'''

That does seem like an odd location for a date...I would like to suggest a better destination, one that might be better suited to your...desires. Are you at all familiar with the temples in Solhaven? There is a beautiful garden located there that might impress her and bring you some luck.

As for a bit of additional advice; bring her a lovely bouquet composed of tuberoses and make sure you are wearing emerald green.

Oh and be certain to be persistent! Sometimes you have to bring them a few socks...errr flowers, before you win them over!

Best of luck!
Lithy

'''My dear Horsing Around,'''

Yes, the Penitentiary is an odd locale for a date. May I suggest a journey to the Vipershroud near Wehnimer's Landing, where there is a lovely old temple that is welcoming of all. The travel time will provide you a chance for you and your lady love to talk, and there is considerable art throughout the temple to admire once you arrive. Don't let the swampy locale deter you, as it is the perfect metaphor for beauty thriving in the face of adversity.

Best of luck (and watch out for vipers)!

Anonymous Anya<br>
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'''Dear Lithy,'''

I had to steal some paper to write this to you so I hope you're as good with advice as people say.

You see, I like this guy but he doesn't even notice me because he is enamored with another woman. I know what you're probably going to say but hear me out! She's evil! Not just the "I should be dating him and not her" kind of evil but "might be some kind of demon" type of evil.

I don't have anything to offer him except my love and devotion, but I don't think he sees that as enough. How do I get him away from the succubus who has him under her power and get him to see that I would be so much better for him?

Please help,

Jealous but Justified

'''Dear Jealous,'''
Since my leanings for the answer to your dilemma are leading me to a desire for setting certain things on fire, I have consulted with my wise associate, Anonymous Anya. Here's what she has for you...

Lithy

'''Dear Jealous,'''
Men are blind and stupid, a fact we must all come to terms with eventually. Your best bet is to befriend this fellow so you can be there at his side when his lovely succubus eventually turns on him - nothing brings the idiots around like the pretty girl they can turn to when their love life goes south. Oh, you're not pretty? I'm sure a trip to the Spa at Silvergate Inn will help with that!

Smooches!
Anonymous Anya

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{{creative-work | title = The Free North News Issue #6| type = periodical| author = Various}}

'''OOC Disclaimer: The following is about Empire, revolution, settler colonialism, and it’s many consequences. The opinions stated here are to be taken in character and should not be taken as out of character judgements. It is intended as in character rhetoric. Except that we should have a rolton cryptid. Oh and do not insert into any orifices. Or do, I’m just not legally responsible for it.'''

'''IC Disclaimer: The Black Thorns are more of a collective, and less of a organization with hierarchy and a roster. Please do not take the perspective of one member to apply to all of us.'''

[[File:Freenorthnews.png|375px|thumb|Right|generated by MidJourney]]
[[File:thehatman.jpg|375px|thumb|left|The Hatman Cometh, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Faerinn's Player]]

In the quaint town of Icemule Trace, nestled amidst the snowy peaks, a group of Krovlin child refugees found solace and camaraderie in their shared experiences. Their small enclave became a safe haven where they clung to their heritage, holding on to a tattered copy of the Free North News, a treasured relic from their homeland. It was a symbol of hope, a reminder that they were not alone in their struggles.

One frosty evening, as the wind howled through the narrow streets, the children gathered around a flickering hearth, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of a lantern. Wrapped in heavy furs, they huddled close, passing around the precious newspaper, their eyes wide with curiosity and fear.

"Have you heard the tale of the ManRolt?" whispered Sasha, her voice barely audible above the crackling fire. "It is said to roam these mountains, half man and half ram, with sharp horns and eyes that pierce the darkness. They say it preys on those who dare venture alone into the woods."

A shiver ran through the children as they exchanged nervous glances. But the allure of the unknown was too strong to resist, and they urged Sasha to continue.

"And then there's the Hatman," chimed in Zander, pulling his blanket closer. "He wears a vast, wide-brimmed hat that casts a shadow over his entire face. Dressed all in black, he roams the streets of Icemule Trace at night, looking for children to snatch away and take to his navy of lost children."

The children gasped, their young minds conjuring terrifying images of the Hatman lurking in the shadows, a figure of pure malevolence.

"But fear not, for we are united," declared Mila, the eldest among them, her voice filled with determination. "Together, we are stronger than any cryptid or dark tale. Let the ManRolt and the Hatman tremble in the face of our resilience and unity!"

Encouraged by Mila's words, the children clung to one another, finding strength in their bond. They knew the world beyond Ice Mule Trace could be harsh and unforgiving, but here, in the heart of their newfound community, they had each other's backs.

As the night wore on, the stories grew more daring, and laughter replaced fear. They retold legends of their homeland, weaving threads of their past into the tapestry of their present. The Free North News became a shared emblem of their hope, a testament to their resilience, and a promise of a better future.

==The Faerinn Well: The Otter and the Sun==

[[File:thehatman.jpg|375px|thumb|left|The Hatman Cometh, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Faerinn's Player]]

This month I am stealing a page from the former probationary page now squire (congrats), and submitting an allegorical about an otter and the Sun:

In a serene and verdant mining town, there resided a clever and resourceful otter named Ollie. Ollie had built a cozy and sturdy den nestled between the reeds, where he lived with his friends and family. Life was harmonious, save for one undeniable challenge— the relentless and blazing Sun.

Ollie’s fur was his pride, but the Sun’s scorching rays made it nearly unbearable. Paws burning on the hot sand and fur becoming matted, Ollie realized he had to take a difficult decision. He decided to move away from his beloved home, leaving behind the lush land he loved dearly. The Sun’s oppressive heat had forced him to abandon the place where generations of otters had lived before him.

As Ollie resettled in a more hospitable region, he thought he had escaped the Sun’s wrath. However, the Sun, curious and perhaps a tad lonely, couldn’t resist visiting Ollie’s new home. With every visit, disaster followed. The Sun’s rays intensified, melting Ollie’s bayside haven, scorching the land, and causing his friends and family great suffering. The Sun’s purpose was a perplexing and destructive one—it harnessed the suffering of otters to power a menacing super weapon.

Heartbroken and tormented by the sight of his loved ones in pain, Ollie resolved to confront the Sun. “Why do you persist in causing such misery?” he implored. The Sun, shining brightly but heedless of the damage it wreaked, responded nonchalantly, “It’s in my nature. Yet, this time, I assure you, I am kinder than before.”

Skeptical but hoping for change, Ollie let his guard down, inviting the Sun to approach once more. But time and time again, the Sun’s visits brought calamity. Ollie’s friends lost their homes, and his family suffered unbearable hardship. The Sun’s promises of benevolence proved empty, and Ollie’s trust eroded like the sand beneath his paws.

Frustrated by the relentless cycle of destruction, Ollie dared to voice his feelings of helplessness. “Your nature may be unchangeable, but must it always come at the cost of innocent lives?” he asked. The Sun, offended by Ollie’s audacity, couldn’t fathom why the otter questioned its actions. “But it’s in my nature, and this time I have become nicer than eight years ago,” the Sun repeated.

Even as the Sun, shoveled handful upon handful of screaming, burning otters into its ever growing maw, it lamented between bites, “Why don’t you appreciate how much I’ve changed for you?”

Ollie was speechless and distracted by his own amazement that no morsel fell from the Sun’s mouth as they lectured. The Sun had row upon row of pointed, golden teeth that no scrap could escape from.

“Why won’t you forget the things I did before?”the Sun lamented.

From under the cool shade of an ivory tower, a bed of lilies added, “I bet even if you brought him a pile of gold coins, Ollie would complain about them weighing too much.”

The Sun beamed at the encourage. Literally, they grew brighter. Shimmering waves of heat rose from the bleak and barren lands. The air filled a cacophony of otters screaming in agony followed by a sizzle and blended fragrance of burning fur and cooked meat.

==News for the North==
News for the North
* The Aelotoi Celebrate: there continues to be no cure found for their Kiramon induced condition but rumors abound of a new faction as the Aelotian people gather in celebration and remembrance.
* Ta'illistim In Turmoil: Odd rumors flow across the mountain of missing people and closed shops. Travel with caution going east.
* Ta'valor Trembles: Bandits and Pirates have been troubling the Crimson Legion. Travel with caution going even further east.
* Krolvin in Chaos: What is going on in the western waters? Krolvin sightings increase and there are reports the northern section of the island was seen in ruins. Icemule led a brave rescue effort to save what they could.
* Envoys Elected: The Landing has elected new envoys. The Empire is bewildered how anyone can get a position without nepotism or graft.
* Pirates Pierced: Infamous Ship Captain Bodohal is said to have fallen into some vines and died....shame. He left behind a bunch of terrible plans and questions for Torre.
* Icemule Selects the Elects: Dabbings remains as head of Icemule! A new council supports him with some familiar faces!
* Empire's New Weapon- Rumors criss cross the west the empire is building some new super weapon, no one who remembers Talador is suprised. <br>

==Letters to the FNN==
To the Editor <br>
Since the very day we declared our intentions to shake free of the Turamzzyrian yoke, there have
been those who seek to oppose us.<br>
We have been criticized and ridiculed for our beliefs. We have been falsely labeled as terrorists
and cowards. Banned from establishments and exiled from events. Lies have been spread that we
stalk citizens in the night, posing a threat to the safety of a people we have never wished ill
on. <br>
Yet we have endured. The dream of a people deciding their own path free from the grasping claws of
a nation steeped in a history of violence and hate still lives. We will not simply give up and
fade away as some have so vocally wished in our presence. <br>
Corrupt merchants, bought politicians, and any others so desperate to taste the leather of
Imperial boots that they would throw aside all sense can be forewarned. We hear your words and we
do not forget them. Now hear ours.<br>
Freedom in the North.
Anonymous Thorn

- This sounds like Wisdom -D

To the Editor,<br>
Hello Sir or Lady and blessings of the Arkati upon you. I want to thank you for this publication
and all the news it brings to us normal folk.<br>
Many of us normal folk here in Icemule are quite scared about our future. Not only do we have a
volcano and krolvin to deal with, but worse of all we have to deal with a known traitor, Opalina,
somehow making it back on the town council! And Talliver was voted back in too even after letting
her off the hook! <br>
How will we, or our new nation, ever flourish if we keep allowing these corrupt politicians to run
our lives? Something must be done before it's too late!<br>
A Concerned Icemulian

- Elections matter...perhaps should win an election? -D
== '''Kragsfell - A Tale of Empire''' ==
Interview by Aubron
The following interview took place in Koaratos in 5123 more than half a year into the empire’s aggressive expansion and Earl Jovery’s decree for the creation of a new barony in the north.
[[File:KragsfellFNN1.png|300px|thumb|left|Battle of Kragsfell, created in midjourney, by player of Dendum uploaded with permission]]
[[File:KragsfellFNN3.png|200px|thumb|left|Battle of Kragsfell Kindred on the Move, created in midjourney, by player of Dendum, uploaded with permission]]
[[File:KragsfellFNN2.png|500px|thumb|left|Battle of Kragsfell Empire's Charge, created in midjourney, by player of Dendum, uploaded with permission]]
'''Aubron of Talador''': Greetings, fellow travelers! Today, we delve into the fascinating history of the Battle of [[Kragsfell]], a significant conflict that unfolded in the DragonSpine mountain range many years ago. Joining us is Dendum of the Wendwillows, a resident of the northern border regions.

Before we dive into the [[ Giantkin_History#Part_IV:_Kragsfell | battle itself ]], could you provide some context for our audience? How did this conflict with the imperial army start?

'''Dendum''' : T'Kirem Bear Clan lived in Shartenal mountains for generations. The human empire, ever expanding, came and in ignorance pushed onto the lands of others, as they tend to do even to this day. At first the Kindred did not believe the empire would be so bold and moved carefully so as not to provoke the humans, however the empire attacked with full force.

'''Aubron of Talador''': The Baloran tribe seemed to be initially surprised by the human presence. How did the conflict escalate, and how did they come to establish Kragsfell Fortress?

'''Dendum''' : Chieftain T'Syranak sought knowledge after that first unprovoked attack. After being attacked by the Sun Throne took time and collected much information. Fought for years, led humans deeper into the mountains to Kragsfell. This process took years, one does not drive an empire out overnight.

'''Aubron of Talador''': Fascinating strategy! It seems Kragsfell became a pivotal point in the conflict. What led to the ultimate defeat of the imperial army?

'''Dendum''': Yunnag-sihr, a leader given by the great spirits, attacked. Clever plan, surprise attack, drove humans out. You see the wisdom of this leader in using the scouts and knowing where and when to strike. The human empire often finds failure when confronted with more than shields and children to clash against.

'''Aubron of Talador''': Victory, however, came at a great price. The war continued for almost a hundred years, and even though the T'Kirem couldn't fully defeat the imperial army, the humans couldn't conquer the giants either. How did the conflict eventually come to an end?

'''Dendum''': War continued. Krulgon, new chief did not listen to scouts and drove them away with his arrogance he did not have the wisdom of his father or the patience of his ancestors, faced defeat. However even then the kindred blood proved true and wisdom finally arrived to young Krulgon. Used terrain to prevent loss. War ended in a draw.

'''Aubron''': It's a bittersweet tale of struggle and resilience. With the conflict finally over, what became of the T'Kirem Bear Clan and the Kragsfell Fortress?

'''Dendum''': Others tribes left Krulgon and Krulgon moved tribe home. Clash ended, peace found. The empire stopped expanding in that direction.

'''Aubron of Talador''': Thank you, Dendum, for sharing this remarkable story of the Battle of Kragsfell and the T'Kirem Bear Clan's courage and determination. Why have you been studying such tales and do you think there are any lessons for the empire’s current invasion to the north?

'''Dendum''': Yes, whether it is to the south or the east or now the north you can see the human empire is always looking to grab the lands of others, always expanding. But you can also see that with determination and will that they can be stopped and held back. The Faendryl stopped them the T’Kirem Bear Clan stopped them, the North can also stop them. A hundred years it may take but they can be stopped and will be stopped until the blood lust and land-greed-sickness leaves them and they learn to live in peace with their neighbors.

This new expansion is normal for an empire that has never respected the non-humans around it and, spirits willing, they will learn one day to tend to their own lands and let others live in peace.

We pray to the Great Spirits that one day we can study something less annoying than the empire of humans.

Interviewers Note: ''It should be noted that while the empire did not expand further into the mountains after this conflict they did manage to hold onto all the lands they had claimed prior to the conflict starting.''

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Ever wondered how to navigate a crowded ball room?<br>
Need help chosing between two suitors?<br>
Ask the questions you are afraid to ask and get expert advice!<br>
Mail your questions to Lithyia! Confidentiality guaranteed! <br>
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We do not forget the slayer of Arachne's priest. How many Mayors do you have to sleep with to get a trial around here? <br>
Justice for the Half-Krolvin! The Paladin Hero of the North!
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Manicures done by the Blade of the Faendryl!<br>
Multiple Colors to choose from, it's not just nails it's an experience!<br>
Award winning Drinks Accompany the Experience! <br>
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How many times is this town going to let that murderous traitor come back?<br>
Knave, War Profiteer, Cutthroat<br>
We didn't vote for that DeArchon.<br>
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Erithi dignitary in need of escort to Zul<br>
Please get me out of this town!<br>
Seek out the Adventure Guild for more Details<br>
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Lost ma Mule in the Trollsfang<br>
I thought traveling was rough before the empire showed up who the heck is in charge of the forest now?<br>
Ask for Buck in Helga's if you find the mule or know what happened to it.<br>
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Loyalty to the Town and Each other!<br>
Do we surrender to an evil just because it is powerful?<br>
Or do we have Honor enough to stand up for the downtrodden?<br>
Join the Resistance! For Freedom! For the Free North! <br>
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== '''A Northern Wind - by Dendum''' ==
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We have lost the Dragonsclaw Forest to the human empire. We have lost most of the Trollsfang Forest to the human empire. We have lost temples and we have lost land routes to the grasping hands of the empire. We have lost swamps and we have lost mountains. We have however, in the shadow of their land-theft, found purpose and determination. We have found that we are not alone though we are often surrounded by darkness we cast a light for freedom that the empire can not extinguish easily. We have found brothers and sisters, who do not share blood but do share purpose and vision. We have found honor and inspiration from those willing to walk the difficult path. A path laid down by Talbot, Black Wolves, and Yunnag-sihr.

The free wind of the north blows and with it a fresh election has ended bringing both new and old voices. Dabbings remains a stout reminder that the north endures.

The houses of Solhaven may silently promote Jovery's theft of northern lands but the voices of Icemule's council condemn it.

Look now at Icemule, who allows a half-krolvin to run demonstrating a commitment to all, then compare it to any decaying and rotten line of noble leaders in the empire. Human blooded all, and you can easily see which path offers freedom and which continues its human first policy on domination on others. Look to the north to see a coalition of people fighting for freedom and self determination. Look to the south and see the next chapter of humanities suppression of Ordlyn, Hathlyn, and Sylvan blood......thanks to Aurmont all are free to serve but still it appears only human-blood is free to lead. Watch as they trot out the Malwind as a token of proof that they are not what they clearly are. Time and again they trot out their token Hathlyn, but where is the dwarf baron? Where is the elf baron? Where is the halfling or aelotian baron? They are not to be seen, for any who dared challenge the rights of the humans were cast aside in the never ending expansion of Turamzyrr which continues even now around the walls of Wehnimer's. The dwarf baron is dead in the mines of Talador, the halfling baron had his lands stripped hundreds of years ago and was driven north, the elf baron was driven into the Wyrdeep his lands stolen and his future destroyed by Tamzyrr.

There is no honor in the lands of Tamzyrr and there can not be as long as they actively steal what is not theirs and use their armies and their magistars to claim what they have no right to claim. Those who do not condemn such thievery promote it in silence. For truly all that evil needs to grow and prosper is the cowardly silence of others.

Let us listen well to the voices of the north. Let those who wish for freedom and peace hear these voices and rejoice. Let the empire hear free voices speak...and tremble.

~ Dendum<br>
Archdruid of the North<br>
The Wind in the Willow<br>
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===Opalina===
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[[File:Opalina.png|thumbnail|center|Opalina Jalcon <br> AI art generated by Opalina uploaded with her permission[https://Midjourney.com] Midjourney.com]]

Inclusion. Unity is a natural side effect. Inclusion being, going out of my way to include town folks in events and seek advice from the people. Working on being supportive of other council views and ideas and work our best to work toward a mutually satisfying end result and not be disruptive or making sole decisions. Let those who wish to wield authority over others prove their worth!
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===Roelon===
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[[File:Roelon.png|thumbnail|center|Roelon <br> AI art generated by Roelon envisioned through the eyes of AI. Created using MidJourney by Roelon's user. Uploaded previously by author.]]

Famous for his steady hand and leadership abilities. Roelon is also known as a leader in the north, often leading people from point A to Point B. Attempts were made to contact the famous wearer of the famous kilt for a message but he was too busy with visions and saving the world. Also no one could really understand what he was saying anyway.

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===Jastalyn===
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[[File:Jastalyn2.jpg|thumbnail|center|Jastalyn created by artist Stormyrain uploaded previously with permission]]

A lot of people know me, but I still love to make new friends. I'm Jastalyn Dragorth; Chairwoman of Twilight Hall and Fenog's Regulars. I served on the very first town council, but we were called the Mayor's advirosry council at that time. When the next council was elected, we were then called the Icemule Trace Town Council. I love working with a team towards a common goal, learning individual strengths that each member can bring to the table.
<br>The reason I decided at the last moment to run for the Town Council is I felt I could bring integrity and transparency in a time when strife and doubt were all too common in our cozy town. In my leadership roles, the most useful skill I've learned is how to help bring out the best in others. Sometimes, all someone needs is an encouraging word or a helping hand in the right direction to discover their own hidden talents.
<br>My platform for this campaign was transparency and unity. I ran on those premises because I believe that's what will help elevate Icemule as we forge our way towards creating a new nation and obtaining new allies while we discover within us all the strength and teamwork like we've never presented before. I believe transparency is important if we want to succeed in our endeavors. Being on the same page, working towards the same goal, and utilitzing the strengths of all involved will bring about the change and accomplishments so many before us have only dreamed about.

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===Aliashyrah===
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[[File:Aliashyrah_Political_Portrait.png|thumbnail|center|<br>created in midjourney by Aliashyrah uploaded with permission]]

A year to an elf can often seem an almost inconsequential amount of time, but my year spent in Icemule has been one of great growth and revelation. It was within her frozen walls that I was led to my calling and met the people who would help shape my future. From curious observer to invested citizen, I have walked each day side by side with others who call Icemule home and it has brought me to this moment.
<br>I am honored that the people of Icemule have chosen me as one of their councillors. Standing with the others who make up the Council of Five, I know that we will do our best to help guide Icemule to the future that inevitably awaits her if we have the strength of will and heart to pursue that which we desire. A new Nation of the North is a lofty goal, but not out of reach for the passionate citizens of this rugged area. With strong leaders who listen to the will and voices of her people, there is nothing that is truly beyond our grasp.
<br>Even before taking my place as the newest, and arguably least known, of the councillors, I have spent countless hours investing in Icemule's future. Whether through bringing new ideas to leadership or taking others who are searching much as I once was under my wing, I strive each and every day to fulfill the calling set before me. Now, Icemule has given me her trust and utmost honor to be one of five voices that will guide and advocate for her future. I do not take this position lightly and will pour all of my passion and energy into giving Icemule everything she deserves.
<br>While the road ahead is not fully shaped, the goal is clear. With eyes always lifted up, let us join together to pursue our wild and untamed desires to build a new Nation grounded in unity. I look with breathless anticipation to the future with a firm understanding of the past, trusting that all will end up as it should be.

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===Sorlu Jae'kym Nalfein===
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[[File:Sorlu_Political_Portrait_FNN.png|thumbnail|center|<br>created in midjourney by Aliashyrah uploaded with permission]]

Five years have passed since that unhappy day when the good People of Icemule, blinded by promises made by those at home and abroad, forgot the highest values of our past, of the North, of its honor and its freedom, and thereby lost everything. Filled with the deepest of distress, all of the best Northern men and women from all walks of life saw the unity of the Nation disintegrating in a welter of egotistical foreign political opinions and economic interests. The breakdown of the unity of heart and will of our Nation at home was followed by the collapse of its political position abroad.
<br>Driven to act on the side of change, I began my first term as a representative of all Free People, with resolution and fidelity to my oath, seeing the powerlessness of the Nation to shoulder the task of Freedom we advocated. In moments of so great importance in contemporary history, individuals can play a significant part only if they enter the scene as truly outstanding personalities.
<br>In this process, a formidable weapon used against us was that of lying, that is, of propaganda, to deceive not just the world beyond our walls but some within, with the ignoble belief that to resist is inappropriate. By these means they contrived to break the backbone of our Nation, to remove our resistance, to wear us down, and to make us prepared at last to submit to the Vaalorian yoke of monarchy.
<br>We were called upon to take over the leadership of the Nation at a moment when it did not seem to develop towards a great rise. We were given power in circumstances of the greatest conceivable pressure, the pressure of the knowledge that, by itself, everything was lost, and that, in the eyes of the noblest minds, this represented a last attempt, while in the eyes of evil-wishers it should condemn the North to final failure. Unless Icemule could be saved, by a miracle, the situation was bound to end in disaster.
<br>Yet together we were victorious, while our oppressor fled behind the Dragonspine, history forged in that monumental act of resolve that would be celebrated as The Great Humiliation.
<br>As I enter now this second term, I see ahead of us an age of rebirth, starting with the family, and including all notions of honor and loyalty, culture and economy, Nation and motherland, whether adopted or by origin, even the eternal foundations of our morals and our faiths. But if we are to experience a political and economic revival and conscientiously fulfill our duties, decisive action is required.
<br>The Council of Five will therefore regard it as its first and supreme task to restore to the Northern People unity of heart and will. It will preserve and defend the foundations on which the strength of our Nation rests.
<br>In foreign policy, The Council of Five will see its highest mission in the preservation of our People's right to an independent life and in the maintaining thereby of their Freedom. The determination of this Council to put an end to the chaotic conditions in the North is a step towards integration into the world's community of governments as a state having equal status and therefore equal rights with the rest.
<br>With persistent urgency we must hasten to achieve these goals, as from the south we have witnessed movement from the destructive and ravenous fingers of yet another Empire whose history, for hundreds of years, has been welded together solely by force, not the free will of those affected. War has followed war. One nation after another was robbed of its freedom. One state after another was shattered so that the structure which calls itself the Turamzzyrian Empire might arise.
<br>Considering how pious the outward gestures of those who deliberately, and with a cold heart, drive nation after nation into a struggle serving only their material interests, one is compelled to state that rarely has imperial hypocrisy reached such a pitch as that of the Empire today. The northern expansionistic placing of Elidal Dhenin as the Baron of Darkstone is nothing but a mask covering the continued subjugation and the oppression of both nations and individuals.
<br>The task before us is the most difficult which has faced a Northern stateman in living memory. But we all have unbounded confidence, for we believe in our Nation and in its eternal values. Farmers, workers, and heroic defenders must unite to contribute the bricks wherewith to build our new Nation, a Nation which swells as new alliances are formed and past prejudices overcome. In place of our turbulent instincts, it will see National discipline govern our life. In the process it will take into account all the institutions which are the true safeguards of the strength and power of our Nation.
<br>Let us begin, loyal to one another. May the Divine favor our work, shape our will in the right way, bless our vision and bless us with the trust of our People. We have no desire to fight for ourselves; only for the Freedom of the North.
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Lord Sorlu Jae'kym Nalfein
Town Councillor of Icemule Trace

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==Ask Lithyia==
Hold the press this weeks addition has a guest contributor '''Anonymous Anya'''
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'''Dear Lithy,'''
<br>
Hey there! I heard you're pretty good at giving advice so I need your help. See, there's this lady in Icemule that just got voted into office and boy is she pretty! The type of pretty that makes a guy like me want to keep his foot hair brushed, know what I mean? The problem is I don't think she's got the eyes for me. Not yet at least.

She recently shot me down in public, but I think she was just playing hard to get because later on I heard her say she might be willing to take me to Icewall Penitentiary. It's an odd place for a date, but beggars can't be choosers.

What advice can you give to help make sure this date is a success?

Sincerely,
Horsing Around Mule

'''Dear Horsing Around Mule'''

That does seem like an odd location for a date...I would like to suggest a better destination, one that might be better suited to your...desires. Are you at all familiar with the temples in Solhaven? There is a beautiful garden located there that might impress her and bring you some luck.

As for a bit of additional advice; bring her a lovely bouquet composed of tuberoses and make sure you are wearing emerald green.

Oh and be certain to be persistent! Sometimes you have to bring them a few socks...errr flowers, before you win them over!

Best of luck!
Lithy

'''My dear Horsing Around,'''

Yes, the Penitentiary is an odd locale for a date. May I suggest a journey to the Vipershroud near Wehnimer's Landing, where there is a lovely old temple that is welcoming of all. The travel time will provide you a chance for you and your lady love to talk, and there is considerable art throughout the temple to admire once you arrive. Don't let the swampy locale deter you, as it is the perfect metaphor for beauty thriving in the face of adversity.

Best of luck (and watch out for vipers)!

Anonymous Anya<br>
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'''Dear Lithy,'''

I had to steal some paper to write this to you so I hope you're as good with advice as people say.

You see, I like this guy but he doesn't even notice me because he is enamored with another woman. I know what you're probably going to say but hear me out! She's evil! Not just the "I should be dating him and not her" kind of evil but "might be some kind of demon" type of evil.

I don't have anything to offer him except my love and devotion, but I don't think he sees that as enough. How do I get him away from the succubus who has him under her power and get him to see that I would be so much better for him?

Please help,

Jealous but Justified

'''Dear Jealous,'''
Since my leanings for the answer to your dilemma are leading me to a desire for setting certain things on fire, I have consulted with my wise associate, Anonymous Anya. Here's what she has for you...

Lithy

'''Dear Jealous,'''
Men are blind and stupid, a fact we must all come to terms with eventually. Your best bet is to befriend this fellow so you can be there at his side when his lovely succubus eventually turns on him - nothing brings the idiots around like the pretty girl they can turn to when their love life goes south. Oh, you're not pretty? I'm sure a trip to the Spa at Silvergate Inn will help with that!

Smooches!
Anonymous Anya

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DIEHLS: /* The Faerinn Well */

{{creative-work | title = The Free North News Issue #6| type = periodical| author = Various}}

'''OOC Disclaimer: The following is about Empire, revolution, settler colonialism, and it’s many consequences. The opinions stated here are to be taken in character and should not be taken as out of character judgements. It is intended as in character rhetoric. Except that we should have a rolton cryptid. Oh and do not insert into any orifices. Or do, I’m just not legally responsible for it.'''

'''IC Disclaimer: The Black Thorns are more of a collective, and less of a organization with hierarchy and a roster. Please do not take the perspective of one member to apply to all of us.'''

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[[File:thehatman.jpg|375px|thumb|left|The Hatman Cometh, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Faerinn's Player]]

In the quaint town of Icemule Trace, nestled amidst the snowy peaks, a group of Krovlin child refugees found solace and camaraderie in their shared experiences. Their small enclave became a safe haven where they clung to their heritage, holding on to a tattered copy of the Free North News, a treasured relic from their homeland. It was a symbol of hope, a reminder that they were not alone in their struggles.

One frosty evening, as the wind howled through the narrow streets, the children gathered around a flickering hearth, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of a lantern. Wrapped in heavy furs, they huddled close, passing around the precious newspaper, their eyes wide with curiosity and fear.

"Have you heard the tale of the ManRolt?" whispered Sasha, her voice barely audible above the crackling fire. "It is said to roam these mountains, half man and half ram, with sharp horns and eyes that pierce the darkness. They say it preys on those who dare venture alone into the woods."

A shiver ran through the children as they exchanged nervous glances. But the allure of the unknown was too strong to resist, and they urged Sasha to continue.

"And then there's the Hatman," chimed in Zander, pulling his blanket closer. "He wears a vast, wide-brimmed hat that casts a shadow over his entire face. Dressed all in black, he roams the streets of Icemule Trace at night, looking for children to snatch away and take to his navy of lost children."

The children gasped, their young minds conjuring terrifying images of the Hatman lurking in the shadows, a figure of pure malevolence.

"But fear not, for we are united," declared Mila, the eldest among them, her voice filled with determination. "Together, we are stronger than any cryptid or dark tale. Let the ManRolt and the Hatman tremble in the face of our resilience and unity!"

Encouraged by Mila's words, the children clung to one another, finding strength in their bond. They knew the world beyond Ice Mule Trace could be harsh and unforgiving, but here, in the heart of their newfound community, they had each other's backs.

As the night wore on, the stories grew more daring, and laughter replaced fear. They retold legends of their homeland, weaving threads of their past into the tapestry of their present. The Free North News became a shared emblem of their hope, a testament to their resilience, and a promise of a better future.

==The Faerinn Well: The Otter and the Sun==
This month I am stealing a page from the former probationary page now squire (congrats), and submitting an allegorical about an otter and the Sun:

In a serene and verdant mining town, there resided a clever and resourceful otter named Ollie. Ollie had built a cozy and sturdy den nestled between the reeds, where he lived with his friends and family. Life was harmonious, save for one undeniable challenge— the relentless and blazing Sun.

Ollie’s fur was his pride, but the Sun’s scorching rays made it nearly unbearable. Paws burning on the hot sand and fur becoming matted, Ollie realized he had to take a difficult decision. He decided to move away from his beloved home, leaving behind the lush land he loved dearly. The Sun’s oppressive heat had forced him to abandon the place where generations of otters had lived before him.

As Ollie resettled in a more hospitable region, he thought he had escaped the Sun’s wrath. However, the Sun, curious and perhaps a tad lonely, couldn’t resist visiting Ollie’s new home. With every visit, disaster followed. The Sun’s rays intensified, melting Ollie’s bayside haven, scorching the land, and causing his friends and family great suffering. The Sun’s purpose was a perplexing and destructive one—it harnessed the suffering of otters to power a menacing super weapon.

Heartbroken and tormented by the sight of his loved ones in pain, Ollie resolved to confront the Sun. “Why do you persist in causing such misery?” he implored. The Sun, shining brightly but heedless of the damage it wreaked, responded nonchalantly, “It’s in my nature. Yet, this time, I assure you, I am kinder than before.”

Skeptical but hoping for change, Ollie let his guard down, inviting the Sun to approach once more. But time and time again, the Sun’s visits brought calamity. Ollie’s friends lost their homes, and his family suffered unbearable hardship. The Sun’s promises of benevolence proved empty, and Ollie’s trust eroded like the sand beneath his paws.

Frustrated by the relentless cycle of destruction, Ollie dared to voice his feelings of helplessness. “Your nature may be unchangeable, but must it always come at the cost of innocent lives?” he asked. The Sun, offended by Ollie’s audacity, couldn’t fathom why the otter questioned its actions. “But it’s in my nature, and this time I have become nicer than eight years ago,” the Sun repeated.

Even as the Sun, shoveled handful upon handful of screaming, burning otters into its ever growing maw, it lamented between bites, “Why don’t you appreciate how much I’ve changed for you?”

Ollie was speechless and distracted by his own amazement that no morsel fell from the Sun’s mouth as they lectured. The Sun had row upon row of pointed, golden teeth that no scrap could escape from.

“Why won’t you forget the things I did before?”the Sun lamented.

From under the cool shade of an ivory tower, a bed of lilies added, “I bet even if you brought him a pile of gold coins, Ollie would complain about them weighing too much.”

The Sun beamed at the encourage. Literally, they grew brighter. Shimmering waves of heat rose from the bleak and barren lands. The air filled a cacophony of otters screaming in agony followed by a sizzle and blended fragrance of burning fur and cooked meat.

==News for the North==
News for the North
* The Aelotoi Celebrate: there continues to be no cure found for their Kiramon induced condition but rumors abound of a new faction as the Aelotian people gather in celebration and remembrance.
* Ta'illistim In Turmoil: Odd rumors flow across the mountain of missing people and closed shops. Travel with caution going east.
* Ta'valor Trembles: Bandits and Pirates have been troubling the Crimson Legion. Travel with caution going even further east.
* Krolvin in Chaos: What is going on in the western waters? Krolvin sightings increase and there are reports the northern section of the island was seen in ruins. Icemule led a brave rescue effort to save what they could.
* Envoys Elected: The Landing has elected new envoys. The Empire is bewildered how anyone can get a position without nepotism or graft.
* Pirates Pierced: Infamous Ship Captain Bodohal is said to have fallen into some vines and died....shame. He left behind a bunch of terrible plans and questions for Torre.
* Icemule Selects the Elects: Dabbings remains as head of Icemule! A new council supports him with some familiar faces!
* Empire's New Weapon- Rumors criss cross the west the empire is building some new super weapon, no one who remembers Talador is suprised. <br>

==Letters to the FNN==
To the Editor <br>
Since the very day we declared our intentions to shake free of the Turamzzyrian yoke, there have
been those who seek to oppose us.<br>
We have been criticized and ridiculed for our beliefs. We have been falsely labeled as terrorists
and cowards. Banned from establishments and exiled from events. Lies have been spread that we
stalk citizens in the night, posing a threat to the safety of a people we have never wished ill
on. <br>
Yet we have endured. The dream of a people deciding their own path free from the grasping claws of
a nation steeped in a history of violence and hate still lives. We will not simply give up and
fade away as some have so vocally wished in our presence. <br>
Corrupt merchants, bought politicians, and any others so desperate to taste the leather of
Imperial boots that they would throw aside all sense can be forewarned. We hear your words and we
do not forget them. Now hear ours.<br>
Freedom in the North.
Anonymous Thorn

- This sounds like Wisdom -D

To the Editor,<br>
Hello Sir or Lady and blessings of the Arkati upon you. I want to thank you for this publication
and all the news it brings to us normal folk.<br>
Many of us normal folk here in Icemule are quite scared about our future. Not only do we have a
volcano and krolvin to deal with, but worse of all we have to deal with a known traitor, Opalina,
somehow making it back on the town council! And Talliver was voted back in too even after letting
her off the hook! <br>
How will we, or our new nation, ever flourish if we keep allowing these corrupt politicians to run
our lives? Something must be done before it's too late!<br>
A Concerned Icemulian

- Elections matter...perhaps should win an election? -D
== '''Kragsfell - A Tale of Empire''' ==
Interview by Aubron
The following interview took place in Koaratos in 5123 more than half a year into the empire’s aggressive expansion and Earl Jovery’s decree for the creation of a new barony in the north.
[[File:KragsfellFNN1.png|300px|thumb|left|Battle of Kragsfell, created in midjourney, by player of Dendum uploaded with permission]]
[[File:KragsfellFNN3.png|200px|thumb|left|Battle of Kragsfell Kindred on the Move, created in midjourney, by player of Dendum, uploaded with permission]]
[[File:KragsfellFNN2.png|500px|thumb|left|Battle of Kragsfell Empire's Charge, created in midjourney, by player of Dendum, uploaded with permission]]
'''Aubron of Talador''': Greetings, fellow travelers! Today, we delve into the fascinating history of the Battle of [[Kragsfell]], a significant conflict that unfolded in the DragonSpine mountain range many years ago. Joining us is Dendum of the Wendwillows, a resident of the northern border regions.

Before we dive into the [[ Giantkin_History#Part_IV:_Kragsfell | battle itself ]], could you provide some context for our audience? How did this conflict with the imperial army start?

'''Dendum''' : T'Kirem Bear Clan lived in Shartenal mountains for generations. The human empire, ever expanding, came and in ignorance pushed onto the lands of others, as they tend to do even to this day. At first the Kindred did not believe the empire would be so bold and moved carefully so as not to provoke the humans, however the empire attacked with full force.

'''Aubron of Talador''': The Baloran tribe seemed to be initially surprised by the human presence. How did the conflict escalate, and how did they come to establish Kragsfell Fortress?

'''Dendum''' : Chieftain T'Syranak sought knowledge after that first unprovoked attack. After being attacked by the Sun Throne took time and collected much information. Fought for years, led humans deeper into the mountains to Kragsfell. This process took years, one does not drive an empire out overnight.

'''Aubron of Talador''': Fascinating strategy! It seems Kragsfell became a pivotal point in the conflict. What led to the ultimate defeat of the imperial army?

'''Dendum''': Yunnag-sihr, a leader given by the great spirits, attacked. Clever plan, surprise attack, drove humans out. You see the wisdom of this leader in using the scouts and knowing where and when to strike. The human empire often finds failure when confronted with more than shields and children to clash against.

'''Aubron of Talador''': Victory, however, came at a great price. The war continued for almost a hundred years, and even though the T'Kirem couldn't fully defeat the imperial army, the humans couldn't conquer the giants either. How did the conflict eventually come to an end?

'''Dendum''': War continued. Krulgon, new chief did not listen to scouts and drove them away with his arrogance he did not have the wisdom of his father or the patience of his ancestors, faced defeat. However even then the kindred blood proved true and wisdom finally arrived to young Krulgon. Used terrain to prevent loss. War ended in a draw.

'''Aubron''': It's a bittersweet tale of struggle and resilience. With the conflict finally over, what became of the T'Kirem Bear Clan and the Kragsfell Fortress?

'''Dendum''': Others tribes left Krulgon and Krulgon moved tribe home. Clash ended, peace found. The empire stopped expanding in that direction.

'''Aubron of Talador''': Thank you, Dendum, for sharing this remarkable story of the Battle of Kragsfell and the T'Kirem Bear Clan's courage and determination. Why have you been studying such tales and do you think there are any lessons for the empire’s current invasion to the north?

'''Dendum''': Yes, whether it is to the south or the east or now the north you can see the human empire is always looking to grab the lands of others, always expanding. But you can also see that with determination and will that they can be stopped and held back. The Faendryl stopped them the T’Kirem Bear Clan stopped them, the North can also stop them. A hundred years it may take but they can be stopped and will be stopped until the blood lust and land-greed-sickness leaves them and they learn to live in peace with their neighbors.

This new expansion is normal for an empire that has never respected the non-humans around it and, spirits willing, they will learn one day to tend to their own lands and let others live in peace.

We pray to the Great Spirits that one day we can study something less annoying than the empire of humans.

Interviewers Note: ''It should be noted that while the empire did not expand further into the mountains after this conflict they did manage to hold onto all the lands they had claimed prior to the conflict starting.''

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How many times is this town going to let that murderous traitor come back?<br>
Knave, War Profiteer, Cutthroat<br>
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Erithi dignitary in need of escort to Zul<br>
Please get me out of this town!<br>
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Lost ma Mule in the Trollsfang<br>
I thought traveling was rough before the empire showed up who the heck is in charge of the forest now?<br>
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== '''A Northern Wind - by Dendum''' ==
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We have lost the Dragonsclaw Forest to the human empire. We have lost most of the Trollsfang Forest to the human empire. We have lost temples and we have lost land routes to the grasping hands of the empire. We have lost swamps and we have lost mountains. We have however, in the shadow of their land-theft, found purpose and determination. We have found that we are not alone though we are often surrounded by darkness we cast a light for freedom that the empire can not extinguish easily. We have found brothers and sisters, who do not share blood but do share purpose and vision. We have found honor and inspiration from those willing to walk the difficult path. A path laid down by Talbot, Black Wolves, and Yunnag-sihr.

The free wind of the north blows and with it a fresh election has ended bringing both new and old voices. Dabbings remains a stout reminder that the north endures.

The houses of Solhaven may silently promote Jovery's theft of northern lands but the voices of Icemule's council condemn it.

Look now at Icemule, who allows a half-krolvin to run demonstrating a commitment to all, then compare it to any decaying and rotten line of noble leaders in the empire. Human blooded all, and you can easily see which path offers freedom and which continues its human first policy on domination on others. Look to the north to see a coalition of people fighting for freedom and self determination. Look to the south and see the next chapter of humanities suppression of Ordlyn, Hathlyn, and Sylvan blood......thanks to Aurmont all are free to serve but still it appears only human-blood is free to lead. Watch as they trot out the Malwind as a token of proof that they are not what they clearly are. Time and again they trot out their token Hathlyn, but where is the dwarf baron? Where is the elf baron? Where is the halfling or aelotian baron? They are not to be seen, for any who dared challenge the rights of the humans were cast aside in the never ending expansion of Turamzyrr which continues even now around the walls of Wehnimer's. The dwarf baron is dead in the mines of Talador, the halfling baron had his lands stripped hundreds of years ago and was driven north, the elf baron was driven into the Wyrdeep his lands stolen and his future destroyed by Tamzyrr.

There is no honor in the lands of Tamzyrr and there can not be as long as they actively steal what is not theirs and use their armies and their magistars to claim what they have no right to claim. Those who do not condemn such thievery promote it in silence. For truly all that evil needs to grow and prosper is the cowardly silence of others.

Let us listen well to the voices of the north. Let those who wish for freedom and peace hear these voices and rejoice. Let the empire hear free voices speak...and tremble.

~ Dendum<br>
Archdruid of the North<br>
The Wind in the Willow<br>
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===Opalina===
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[[File:Opalina.png|thumbnail|center|Opalina Jalcon <br> AI art generated by Opalina uploaded with her permission[https://Midjourney.com] Midjourney.com]]

Inclusion. Unity is a natural side effect. Inclusion being, going out of my way to include town folks in events and seek advice from the people. Working on being supportive of other council views and ideas and work our best to work toward a mutually satisfying end result and not be disruptive or making sole decisions. Let those who wish to wield authority over others prove their worth!
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===Roelon===
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[[File:Roelon.png|thumbnail|center|Roelon <br> AI art generated by Roelon envisioned through the eyes of AI. Created using MidJourney by Roelon's user. Uploaded previously by author.]]

Famous for his steady hand and leadership abilities. Roelon is also known as a leader in the north, often leading people from point A to Point B. Attempts were made to contact the famous wearer of the famous kilt for a message but he was too busy with visions and saving the world. Also no one could really understand what he was saying anyway.

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===Jastalyn===
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[[File:Jastalyn2.jpg|thumbnail|center|Jastalyn created by artist Stormyrain uploaded previously with permission]]

A lot of people know me, but I still love to make new friends. I'm Jastalyn Dragorth; Chairwoman of Twilight Hall and Fenog's Regulars. I served on the very first town council, but we were called the Mayor's advirosry council at that time. When the next council was elected, we were then called the Icemule Trace Town Council. I love working with a team towards a common goal, learning individual strengths that each member can bring to the table.
<br>The reason I decided at the last moment to run for the Town Council is I felt I could bring integrity and transparency in a time when strife and doubt were all too common in our cozy town. In my leadership roles, the most useful skill I've learned is how to help bring out the best in others. Sometimes, all someone needs is an encouraging word or a helping hand in the right direction to discover their own hidden talents.
<br>My platform for this campaign was transparency and unity. I ran on those premises because I believe that's what will help elevate Icemule as we forge our way towards creating a new nation and obtaining new allies while we discover within us all the strength and teamwork like we've never presented before. I believe transparency is important if we want to succeed in our endeavors. Being on the same page, working towards the same goal, and utilitzing the strengths of all involved will bring about the change and accomplishments so many before us have only dreamed about.

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===Aliashyrah===
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[[File:Aliashyrah_Political_Portrait.png|thumbnail|center|<br>created in midjourney by Aliashyrah uploaded with permission]]

A year to an elf can often seem an almost inconsequential amount of time, but my year spent in Icemule has been one of great growth and revelation. It was within her frozen walls that I was led to my calling and met the people who would help shape my future. From curious observer to invested citizen, I have walked each day side by side with others who call Icemule home and it has brought me to this moment.
<br>I am honored that the people of Icemule have chosen me as one of their councillors. Standing with the others who make up the Council of Five, I know that we will do our best to help guide Icemule to the future that inevitably awaits her if we have the strength of will and heart to pursue that which we desire. A new Nation of the North is a lofty goal, but not out of reach for the passionate citizens of this rugged area. With strong leaders who listen to the will and voices of her people, there is nothing that is truly beyond our grasp.
<br>Even before taking my place as the newest, and arguably least known, of the councillors, I have spent countless hours investing in Icemule's future. Whether through bringing new ideas to leadership or taking others who are searching much as I once was under my wing, I strive each and every day to fulfill the calling set before me. Now, Icemule has given me her trust and utmost honor to be one of five voices that will guide and advocate for her future. I do not take this position lightly and will pour all of my passion and energy into giving Icemule everything she deserves.
<br>While the road ahead is not fully shaped, the goal is clear. With eyes always lifted up, let us join together to pursue our wild and untamed desires to build a new Nation grounded in unity. I look with breathless anticipation to the future with a firm understanding of the past, trusting that all will end up as it should be.

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===Sorlu Jae'kym Nalfein===
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Five years have passed since that unhappy day when the good People of Icemule, blinded by promises made by those at home and abroad, forgot the highest values of our past, of the North, of its honor and its freedom, and thereby lost everything. Filled with the deepest of distress, all of the best Northern men and women from all walks of life saw the unity of the Nation disintegrating in a welter of egotistical foreign political opinions and economic interests. The breakdown of the unity of heart and will of our Nation at home was followed by the collapse of its political position abroad.
<br>Driven to act on the side of change, I began my first term as a representative of all Free People, with resolution and fidelity to my oath, seeing the powerlessness of the Nation to shoulder the task of Freedom we advocated. In moments of so great importance in contemporary history, individuals can play a significant part only if they enter the scene as truly outstanding personalities.
<br>In this process, a formidable weapon used against us was that of lying, that is, of propaganda, to deceive not just the world beyond our walls but some within, with the ignoble belief that to resist is inappropriate. By these means they contrived to break the backbone of our Nation, to remove our resistance, to wear us down, and to make us prepared at last to submit to the Vaalorian yoke of monarchy.
<br>We were called upon to take over the leadership of the Nation at a moment when it did not seem to develop towards a great rise. We were given power in circumstances of the greatest conceivable pressure, the pressure of the knowledge that, by itself, everything was lost, and that, in the eyes of the noblest minds, this represented a last attempt, while in the eyes of evil-wishers it should condemn the North to final failure. Unless Icemule could be saved, by a miracle, the situation was bound to end in disaster.
<br>Yet together we were victorious, while our oppressor fled behind the Dragonspine, history forged in that monumental act of resolve that would be celebrated as The Great Humiliation.
<br>As I enter now this second term, I see ahead of us an age of rebirth, starting with the family, and including all notions of honor and loyalty, culture and economy, Nation and motherland, whether adopted or by origin, even the eternal foundations of our morals and our faiths. But if we are to experience a political and economic revival and conscientiously fulfill our duties, decisive action is required.
<br>The Council of Five will therefore regard it as its first and supreme task to restore to the Northern People unity of heart and will. It will preserve and defend the foundations on which the strength of our Nation rests.
<br>In foreign policy, The Council of Five will see its highest mission in the preservation of our People's right to an independent life and in the maintaining thereby of their Freedom. The determination of this Council to put an end to the chaotic conditions in the North is a step towards integration into the world's community of governments as a state having equal status and therefore equal rights with the rest.
<br>With persistent urgency we must hasten to achieve these goals, as from the south we have witnessed movement from the destructive and ravenous fingers of yet another Empire whose history, for hundreds of years, has been welded together solely by force, not the free will of those affected. War has followed war. One nation after another was robbed of its freedom. One state after another was shattered so that the structure which calls itself the Turamzzyrian Empire might arise.
<br>Considering how pious the outward gestures of those who deliberately, and with a cold heart, drive nation after nation into a struggle serving only their material interests, one is compelled to state that rarely has imperial hypocrisy reached such a pitch as that of the Empire today. The northern expansionistic placing of Elidal Dhenin as the Baron of Darkstone is nothing but a mask covering the continued subjugation and the oppression of both nations and individuals.
<br>The task before us is the most difficult which has faced a Northern stateman in living memory. But we all have unbounded confidence, for we believe in our Nation and in its eternal values. Farmers, workers, and heroic defenders must unite to contribute the bricks wherewith to build our new Nation, a Nation which swells as new alliances are formed and past prejudices overcome. In place of our turbulent instincts, it will see National discipline govern our life. In the process it will take into account all the institutions which are the true safeguards of the strength and power of our Nation.
<br>Let us begin, loyal to one another. May the Divine favor our work, shape our will in the right way, bless our vision and bless us with the trust of our People. We have no desire to fight for ourselves; only for the Freedom of the North.
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Lord Sorlu Jae'kym Nalfein
Town Councillor of Icemule Trace

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==Ask Lithyia==
Hold the press this weeks addition has a guest contributor '''Anonymous Anya'''
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'''Dear Lithy,'''
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Hey there! I heard you're pretty good at giving advice so I need your help. See, there's this lady in Icemule that just got voted into office and boy is she pretty! The type of pretty that makes a guy like me want to keep his foot hair brushed, know what I mean? The problem is I don't think she's got the eyes for me. Not yet at least.

She recently shot me down in public, but I think she was just playing hard to get because later on I heard her say she might be willing to take me to Icewall Penitentiary. It's an odd place for a date, but beggars can't be choosers.

What advice can you give to help make sure this date is a success?

Sincerely,
Horsing Around Mule

'''Dear Horsing Around Mule'''

That does seem like an odd location for a date...I would like to suggest a better destination, one that might be better suited to your...desires. Are you at all familiar with the temples in Solhaven? There is a beautiful garden located there that might impress her and bring you some luck.

As for a bit of additional advice; bring her a lovely bouquet composed of tuberoses and make sure you are wearing emerald green.

Oh and be certain to be persistent! Sometimes you have to bring them a few socks...errr flowers, before you win them over!

Best of luck!
Lithy

'''My dear Horsing Around,'''

Yes, the Penitentiary is an odd locale for a date. May I suggest a journey to the Vipershroud near Wehnimer's Landing, where there is a lovely old temple that is welcoming of all. The travel time will provide you a chance for you and your lady love to talk, and there is considerable art throughout the temple to admire once you arrive. Don't let the swampy locale deter you, as it is the perfect metaphor for beauty thriving in the face of adversity.

Best of luck (and watch out for vipers)!

Anonymous Anya<br>
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'''Dear Lithy,'''

I had to steal some paper to write this to you so I hope you're as good with advice as people say.

You see, I like this guy but he doesn't even notice me because he is enamored with another woman. I know what you're probably going to say but hear me out! She's evil! Not just the "I should be dating him and not her" kind of evil but "might be some kind of demon" type of evil.

I don't have anything to offer him except my love and devotion, but I don't think he sees that as enough. How do I get him away from the succubus who has him under her power and get him to see that I would be so much better for him?

Please help,

Jealous but Justified

'''Dear Jealous,'''
Since my leanings for the answer to your dilemma are leading me to a desire for setting certain things on fire, I have consulted with my wise associate, Anonymous Anya. Here's what she has for you...

Lithy

'''Dear Jealous,'''
Men are blind and stupid, a fact we must all come to terms with eventually. Your best bet is to befriend this fellow so you can be there at his side when his lovely succubus eventually turns on him - nothing brings the idiots around like the pretty girl they can turn to when their love life goes south. Oh, you're not pretty? I'm sure a trip to the Spa at Silvergate Inn will help with that!

Smooches!
Anonymous Anya

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DIEHLS:

{{creative-work | title = The Free North News Issue #6| type = periodical| author = Various}}

'''OOC Disclaimer: The following is about Empire, revolution, settler colonialism, and it’s many consequences. The opinions stated here are to be taken in character and should not be taken as out of character judgements. It is intended as in character rhetoric. Except that we should have a rolton cryptid. Oh and do not insert into any orifices. Or do, I’m just not legally responsible for it.'''

'''IC Disclaimer: The Black Thorns are more of a collective, and less of a organization with hierarchy and a roster. Please do not take the perspective of one member to apply to all of us.'''

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[[File:thehatman.jpg|375px|thumb|left|The Hatman Cometh, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Faerinn's Player]]

In the quaint town of Icemule Trace, nestled amidst the snowy peaks, a group of Krovlin child refugees found solace and camaraderie in their shared experiences. Their small enclave became a safe haven where they clung to their heritage, holding on to a tattered copy of the Free North News, a treasured relic from their homeland. It was a symbol of hope, a reminder that they were not alone in their struggles.

One frosty evening, as the wind howled through the narrow streets, the children gathered around a flickering hearth, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of a lantern. Wrapped in heavy furs, they huddled close, passing around the precious newspaper, their eyes wide with curiosity and fear.

"Have you heard the tale of the ManRolt?" whispered Sasha, her voice barely audible above the crackling fire. "It is said to roam these mountains, half man and half ram, with sharp horns and eyes that pierce the darkness. They say it preys on those who dare venture alone into the woods."

A shiver ran through the children as they exchanged nervous glances. But the allure of the unknown was too strong to resist, and they urged Sasha to continue.

"And then there's the Hatman," chimed in Zander, pulling his blanket closer. "He wears a vast, wide-brimmed hat that casts a shadow over his entire face. Dressed all in black, he roams the streets of Icemule Trace at night, looking for children to snatch away and take to his navy of lost children."

The children gasped, their young minds conjuring terrifying images of the Hatman lurking in the shadows, a figure of pure malevolence.

"But fear not, for we are united," declared Mila, the eldest among them, her voice filled with determination. "Together, we are stronger than any cryptid or dark tale. Let the ManRolt and the Hatman tremble in the face of our resilience and unity!"

Encouraged by Mila's words, the children clung to one another, finding strength in their bond. They knew the world beyond Ice Mule Trace could be harsh and unforgiving, but here, in the heart of their newfound community, they had each other's backs.

As the night wore on, the stories grew more daring, and laughter replaced fear. They retold legends of their homeland, weaving threads of their past into the tapestry of their present. The Free North News became a shared emblem of their hope, a testament to their resilience, and a promise of a better future.

==The Faerinn Well==

==News for the North==
News for the North
* The Aelotoi Celebrate: there continues to be no cure found for their Kiramon induced condition but rumors abound of a new faction as the Aelotian people gather in celebration and remembrance.
* Ta'illistim In Turmoil: Odd rumors flow across the mountain of missing people and closed shops. Travel with caution going east.
* Ta'valor Trembles: Bandits and Pirates have been troubling the Crimson Legion. Travel with caution going even further east.
* Krolvin in Chaos: What is going on in the western waters? Krolvin sightings increase and there are reports the northern section of the island was seen in ruins. Icemule led a brave rescue effort to save what they could.
* Envoys Elected: The Landing has elected new envoys. The Empire is bewildered how anyone can get a position without nepotism or graft.
* Pirates Pierced: Infamous Ship Captain Bodohal is said to have fallen into some vines and died....shame. He left behind a bunch of terrible plans and questions for Torre.
* Icemule Selects the Elects: Dabbings remains as head of Icemule! A new council supports him with some familiar faces!
* Empire's New Weapon- Rumors criss cross the west the empire is building some new super weapon, no one who remembers Talador is suprised. <br>

==Letters to the FNN==
To the Editor <br>
Since the very day we declared our intentions to shake free of the Turamzzyrian yoke, there have
been those who seek to oppose us.<br>
We have been criticized and ridiculed for our beliefs. We have been falsely labeled as terrorists
and cowards. Banned from establishments and exiled from events. Lies have been spread that we
stalk citizens in the night, posing a threat to the safety of a people we have never wished ill
on. <br>
Yet we have endured. The dream of a people deciding their own path free from the grasping claws of
a nation steeped in a history of violence and hate still lives. We will not simply give up and
fade away as some have so vocally wished in our presence. <br>
Corrupt merchants, bought politicians, and any others so desperate to taste the leather of
Imperial boots that they would throw aside all sense can be forewarned. We hear your words and we
do not forget them. Now hear ours.<br>
Freedom in the North.
Anonymous Thorn

- This sounds like Wisdom -D

To the Editor,<br>
Hello Sir or Lady and blessings of the Arkati upon you. I want to thank you for this publication
and all the news it brings to us normal folk.<br>
Many of us normal folk here in Icemule are quite scared about our future. Not only do we have a
volcano and krolvin to deal with, but worse of all we have to deal with a known traitor, Opalina,
somehow making it back on the town council! And Talliver was voted back in too even after letting
her off the hook! <br>
How will we, or our new nation, ever flourish if we keep allowing these corrupt politicians to run
our lives? Something must be done before it's too late!<br>
A Concerned Icemulian

- Elections matter...perhaps should win an election? -D
== '''Kragsfell - A Tale of Empire''' ==
Interview by Aubron
The following interview took place in Koaratos in 5123 more than half a year into the empire’s aggressive expansion and Earl Jovery’s decree for the creation of a new barony in the north.
[[File:KragsfellFNN1.png|300px|thumb|left|Battle of Kragsfell, created in midjourney, by player of Dendum uploaded with permission]]
[[File:KragsfellFNN3.png|200px|thumb|left|Battle of Kragsfell Kindred on the Move, created in midjourney, by player of Dendum, uploaded with permission]]
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'''Aubron of Talador''': Greetings, fellow travelers! Today, we delve into the fascinating history of the Battle of [[Kragsfell]], a significant conflict that unfolded in the DragonSpine mountain range many years ago. Joining us is Dendum of the Wendwillows, a resident of the northern border regions.

Before we dive into the [[ Giantkin_History#Part_IV:_Kragsfell | battle itself ]], could you provide some context for our audience? How did this conflict with the imperial army start?

'''Dendum''' : T'Kirem Bear Clan lived in Shartenal mountains for generations. The human empire, ever expanding, came and in ignorance pushed onto the lands of others, as they tend to do even to this day. At first the Kindred did not believe the empire would be so bold and moved carefully so as not to provoke the humans, however the empire attacked with full force.

'''Aubron of Talador''': The Baloran tribe seemed to be initially surprised by the human presence. How did the conflict escalate, and how did they come to establish Kragsfell Fortress?

'''Dendum''' : Chieftain T'Syranak sought knowledge after that first unprovoked attack. After being attacked by the Sun Throne took time and collected much information. Fought for years, led humans deeper into the mountains to Kragsfell. This process took years, one does not drive an empire out overnight.

'''Aubron of Talador''': Fascinating strategy! It seems Kragsfell became a pivotal point in the conflict. What led to the ultimate defeat of the imperial army?

'''Dendum''': Yunnag-sihr, a leader given by the great spirits, attacked. Clever plan, surprise attack, drove humans out. You see the wisdom of this leader in using the scouts and knowing where and when to strike. The human empire often finds failure when confronted with more than shields and children to clash against.

'''Aubron of Talador''': Victory, however, came at a great price. The war continued for almost a hundred years, and even though the T'Kirem couldn't fully defeat the imperial army, the humans couldn't conquer the giants either. How did the conflict eventually come to an end?

'''Dendum''': War continued. Krulgon, new chief did not listen to scouts and drove them away with his arrogance he did not have the wisdom of his father or the patience of his ancestors, faced defeat. However even then the kindred blood proved true and wisdom finally arrived to young Krulgon. Used terrain to prevent loss. War ended in a draw.

'''Aubron''': It's a bittersweet tale of struggle and resilience. With the conflict finally over, what became of the T'Kirem Bear Clan and the Kragsfell Fortress?

'''Dendum''': Others tribes left Krulgon and Krulgon moved tribe home. Clash ended, peace found. The empire stopped expanding in that direction.

'''Aubron of Talador''': Thank you, Dendum, for sharing this remarkable story of the Battle of Kragsfell and the T'Kirem Bear Clan's courage and determination. Why have you been studying such tales and do you think there are any lessons for the empire’s current invasion to the north?

'''Dendum''': Yes, whether it is to the south or the east or now the north you can see the human empire is always looking to grab the lands of others, always expanding. But you can also see that with determination and will that they can be stopped and held back. The Faendryl stopped them the T’Kirem Bear Clan stopped them, the North can also stop them. A hundred years it may take but they can be stopped and will be stopped until the blood lust and land-greed-sickness leaves them and they learn to live in peace with their neighbors.

This new expansion is normal for an empire that has never respected the non-humans around it and, spirits willing, they will learn one day to tend to their own lands and let others live in peace.

We pray to the Great Spirits that one day we can study something less annoying than the empire of humans.

Interviewers Note: ''It should be noted that while the empire did not expand further into the mountains after this conflict they did manage to hold onto all the lands they had claimed prior to the conflict starting.''

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How many times is this town going to let that murderous traitor come back?<br>
Knave, War Profiteer, Cutthroat<br>
We didn't vote for that DeArchon.<br>
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Erithi dignitary in need of escort to Zul<br>
Please get me out of this town!<br>
Seek out the Adventure Guild for more Details<br>
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Lost ma Mule in the Trollsfang<br>
I thought traveling was rough before the empire showed up who the heck is in charge of the forest now?<br>
Ask for Buck in Helga's if you find the mule or know what happened to it.<br>
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Loyalty to the Town and Each other!<br>
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Or do we have Honor enough to stand up for the downtrodden?<br>
Join the Resistance! For Freedom! For the Free North! <br>
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== '''A Northern Wind - by Dendum''' ==
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We have lost the Dragonsclaw Forest to the human empire. We have lost most of the Trollsfang Forest to the human empire. We have lost temples and we have lost land routes to the grasping hands of the empire. We have lost swamps and we have lost mountains. We have however, in the shadow of their land-theft, found purpose and determination. We have found that we are not alone though we are often surrounded by darkness we cast a light for freedom that the empire can not extinguish easily. We have found brothers and sisters, who do not share blood but do share purpose and vision. We have found honor and inspiration from those willing to walk the difficult path. A path laid down by Talbot, Black Wolves, and Yunnag-sihr.

The free wind of the north blows and with it a fresh election has ended bringing both new and old voices. Dabbings remains a stout reminder that the north endures.

The houses of Solhaven may silently promote Jovery's theft of northern lands but the voices of Icemule's council condemn it.

Look now at Icemule, who allows a half-krolvin to run demonstrating a commitment to all, then compare it to any decaying and rotten line of noble leaders in the empire. Human blooded all, and you can easily see which path offers freedom and which continues its human first policy on domination on others. Look to the north to see a coalition of people fighting for freedom and self determination. Look to the south and see the next chapter of humanities suppression of Ordlyn, Hathlyn, and Sylvan blood......thanks to Aurmont all are free to serve but still it appears only human-blood is free to lead. Watch as they trot out the Malwind as a token of proof that they are not what they clearly are. Time and again they trot out their token Hathlyn, but where is the dwarf baron? Where is the elf baron? Where is the halfling or aelotian baron? They are not to be seen, for any who dared challenge the rights of the humans were cast aside in the never ending expansion of Turamzyrr which continues even now around the walls of Wehnimer's. The dwarf baron is dead in the mines of Talador, the halfling baron had his lands stripped hundreds of years ago and was driven north, the elf baron was driven into the Wyrdeep his lands stolen and his future destroyed by Tamzyrr.

There is no honor in the lands of Tamzyrr and there can not be as long as they actively steal what is not theirs and use their armies and their magistars to claim what they have no right to claim. Those who do not condemn such thievery promote it in silence. For truly all that evil needs to grow and prosper is the cowardly silence of others.

Let us listen well to the voices of the north. Let those who wish for freedom and peace hear these voices and rejoice. Let the empire hear free voices speak...and tremble.

~ Dendum<br>
Archdruid of the North<br>
The Wind in the Willow<br>
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===Opalina===
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[[File:Opalina.png|thumbnail|center|Opalina Jalcon <br> AI art generated by Opalina uploaded with her permission[https://Midjourney.com] Midjourney.com]]

Inclusion. Unity is a natural side effect. Inclusion being, going out of my way to include town folks in events and seek advice from the people. Working on being supportive of other council views and ideas and work our best to work toward a mutually satisfying end result and not be disruptive or making sole decisions. Let those who wish to wield authority over others prove their worth!
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===Roelon===
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[[File:Roelon.png|thumbnail|center|Roelon <br> AI art generated by Roelon envisioned through the eyes of AI. Created using MidJourney by Roelon's user. Uploaded previously by author.]]

Famous for his steady hand and leadership abilities. Roelon is also known as a leader in the north, often leading people from point A to Point B. Attempts were made to contact the famous wearer of the famous kilt for a message but he was too busy with visions and saving the world. Also no one could really understand what he was saying anyway.

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===Jastalyn===
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[[File:Jastalyn2.jpg|thumbnail|center|Jastalyn created by artist Stormyrain uploaded previously with permission]]

A lot of people know me, but I still love to make new friends. I'm Jastalyn Dragorth; Chairwoman of Twilight Hall and Fenog's Regulars. I served on the very first town council, but we were called the Mayor's advirosry council at that time. When the next council was elected, we were then called the Icemule Trace Town Council. I love working with a team towards a common goal, learning individual strengths that each member can bring to the table.
<br>The reason I decided at the last moment to run for the Town Council is I felt I could bring integrity and transparency in a time when strife and doubt were all too common in our cozy town. In my leadership roles, the most useful skill I've learned is how to help bring out the best in others. Sometimes, all someone needs is an encouraging word or a helping hand in the right direction to discover their own hidden talents.
<br>My platform for this campaign was transparency and unity. I ran on those premises because I believe that's what will help elevate Icemule as we forge our way towards creating a new nation and obtaining new allies while we discover within us all the strength and teamwork like we've never presented before. I believe transparency is important if we want to succeed in our endeavors. Being on the same page, working towards the same goal, and utilitzing the strengths of all involved will bring about the change and accomplishments so many before us have only dreamed about.

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===Aliashyrah===
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[[File:Aliashyrah_Political_Portrait.png|thumbnail|center|<br>created in midjourney by Aliashyrah uploaded with permission]]

A year to an elf can often seem an almost inconsequential amount of time, but my year spent in Icemule has been one of great growth and revelation. It was within her frozen walls that I was led to my calling and met the people who would help shape my future. From curious observer to invested citizen, I have walked each day side by side with others who call Icemule home and it has brought me to this moment.
<br>I am honored that the people of Icemule have chosen me as one of their councillors. Standing with the others who make up the Council of Five, I know that we will do our best to help guide Icemule to the future that inevitably awaits her if we have the strength of will and heart to pursue that which we desire. A new Nation of the North is a lofty goal, but not out of reach for the passionate citizens of this rugged area. With strong leaders who listen to the will and voices of her people, there is nothing that is truly beyond our grasp.
<br>Even before taking my place as the newest, and arguably least known, of the councillors, I have spent countless hours investing in Icemule's future. Whether through bringing new ideas to leadership or taking others who are searching much as I once was under my wing, I strive each and every day to fulfill the calling set before me. Now, Icemule has given me her trust and utmost honor to be one of five voices that will guide and advocate for her future. I do not take this position lightly and will pour all of my passion and energy into giving Icemule everything she deserves.
<br>While the road ahead is not fully shaped, the goal is clear. With eyes always lifted up, let us join together to pursue our wild and untamed desires to build a new Nation grounded in unity. I look with breathless anticipation to the future with a firm understanding of the past, trusting that all will end up as it should be.

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===Sorlu Jae'kym Nalfein===
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Five years have passed since that unhappy day when the good People of Icemule, blinded by promises made by those at home and abroad, forgot the highest values of our past, of the North, of its honor and its freedom, and thereby lost everything. Filled with the deepest of distress, all of the best Northern men and women from all walks of life saw the unity of the Nation disintegrating in a welter of egotistical foreign political opinions and economic interests. The breakdown of the unity of heart and will of our Nation at home was followed by the collapse of its political position abroad.
<br>Driven to act on the side of change, I began my first term as a representative of all Free People, with resolution and fidelity to my oath, seeing the powerlessness of the Nation to shoulder the task of Freedom we advocated. In moments of so great importance in contemporary history, individuals can play a significant part only if they enter the scene as truly outstanding personalities.
<br>In this process, a formidable weapon used against us was that of lying, that is, of propaganda, to deceive not just the world beyond our walls but some within, with the ignoble belief that to resist is inappropriate. By these means they contrived to break the backbone of our Nation, to remove our resistance, to wear us down, and to make us prepared at last to submit to the Vaalorian yoke of monarchy.
<br>We were called upon to take over the leadership of the Nation at a moment when it did not seem to develop towards a great rise. We were given power in circumstances of the greatest conceivable pressure, the pressure of the knowledge that, by itself, everything was lost, and that, in the eyes of the noblest minds, this represented a last attempt, while in the eyes of evil-wishers it should condemn the North to final failure. Unless Icemule could be saved, by a miracle, the situation was bound to end in disaster.
<br>Yet together we were victorious, while our oppressor fled behind the Dragonspine, history forged in that monumental act of resolve that would be celebrated as The Great Humiliation.
<br>As I enter now this second term, I see ahead of us an age of rebirth, starting with the family, and including all notions of honor and loyalty, culture and economy, Nation and motherland, whether adopted or by origin, even the eternal foundations of our morals and our faiths. But if we are to experience a political and economic revival and conscientiously fulfill our duties, decisive action is required.
<br>The Council of Five will therefore regard it as its first and supreme task to restore to the Northern People unity of heart and will. It will preserve and defend the foundations on which the strength of our Nation rests.
<br>In foreign policy, The Council of Five will see its highest mission in the preservation of our People's right to an independent life and in the maintaining thereby of their Freedom. The determination of this Council to put an end to the chaotic conditions in the North is a step towards integration into the world's community of governments as a state having equal status and therefore equal rights with the rest.
<br>With persistent urgency we must hasten to achieve these goals, as from the south we have witnessed movement from the destructive and ravenous fingers of yet another Empire whose history, for hundreds of years, has been welded together solely by force, not the free will of those affected. War has followed war. One nation after another was robbed of its freedom. One state after another was shattered so that the structure which calls itself the Turamzzyrian Empire might arise.
<br>Considering how pious the outward gestures of those who deliberately, and with a cold heart, drive nation after nation into a struggle serving only their material interests, one is compelled to state that rarely has imperial hypocrisy reached such a pitch as that of the Empire today. The northern expansionistic placing of Elidal Dhenin as the Baron of Darkstone is nothing but a mask covering the continued subjugation and the oppression of both nations and individuals.
<br>The task before us is the most difficult which has faced a Northern stateman in living memory. But we all have unbounded confidence, for we believe in our Nation and in its eternal values. Farmers, workers, and heroic defenders must unite to contribute the bricks wherewith to build our new Nation, a Nation which swells as new alliances are formed and past prejudices overcome. In place of our turbulent instincts, it will see National discipline govern our life. In the process it will take into account all the institutions which are the true safeguards of the strength and power of our Nation.
<br>Let us begin, loyal to one another. May the Divine favor our work, shape our will in the right way, bless our vision and bless us with the trust of our People. We have no desire to fight for ourselves; only for the Freedom of the North.
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Lord Sorlu Jae'kym Nalfein
Town Councillor of Icemule Trace

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==Ask Lithyia==
Hold the press this weeks addition has a guest contributor '''Anonymous Anya'''
[[File:Lithnobasket.png|375px|thumb|Right|Created by Midjourney uploaded with permission of player of Lithyia who is also the person who worked in the creation of the image.]]
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'''Dear Lithy,'''
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Hey there! I heard you're pretty good at giving advice so I need your help. See, there's this lady in Icemule that just got voted into office and boy is she pretty! The type of pretty that makes a guy like me want to keep his foot hair brushed, know what I mean? The problem is I don't think she's got the eyes for me. Not yet at least.

She recently shot me down in public, but I think she was just playing hard to get because later on I heard her say she might be willing to take me to Icewall Penitentiary. It's an odd place for a date, but beggars can't be choosers.

What advice can you give to help make sure this date is a success?

Sincerely,
Horsing Around Mule

'''Dear Horsing Around Mule'''

That does seem like an odd location for a date...I would like to suggest a better destination, one that might be better suited to your...desires. Are you at all familiar with the temples in Solhaven? There is a beautiful garden located there that might impress her and bring you some luck.

As for a bit of additional advice; bring her a lovely bouquet composed of tuberoses and make sure you are wearing emerald green.

Oh and be certain to be persistent! Sometimes you have to bring them a few socks...errr flowers, before you win them over!

Best of luck!
Lithy

'''My dear Horsing Around,'''

Yes, the Penitentiary is an odd locale for a date. May I suggest a journey to the Vipershroud near Wehnimer's Landing, where there is a lovely old temple that is welcoming of all. The travel time will provide you a chance for you and your lady love to talk, and there is considerable art throughout the temple to admire once you arrive. Don't let the swampy locale deter you, as it is the perfect metaphor for beauty thriving in the face of adversity.

Best of luck (and watch out for vipers)!

Anonymous Anya<br>
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'''Dear Lithy,'''

I had to steal some paper to write this to you so I hope you're as good with advice as people say.

You see, I like this guy but he doesn't even notice me because he is enamored with another woman. I know what you're probably going to say but hear me out! She's evil! Not just the "I should be dating him and not her" kind of evil but "might be some kind of demon" type of evil.

I don't have anything to offer him except my love and devotion, but I don't think he sees that as enough. How do I get him away from the succubus who has him under her power and get him to see that I would be so much better for him?

Please help,

Jealous but Justified

'''Dear Jealous,'''
Since my leanings for the answer to your dilemma are leading me to a desire for setting certain things on fire, I have consulted with my wise associate, Anonymous Anya. Here's what she has for you...

Lithy

'''Dear Jealous,'''
Men are blind and stupid, a fact we must all come to terms with eventually. Your best bet is to befriend this fellow so you can be there at his side when his lovely succubus eventually turns on him - nothing brings the idiots around like the pretty girl they can turn to when their love life goes south. Oh, you're not pretty? I'm sure a trip to the Spa at Silvergate Inn will help with that!

Smooches!
Anonymous Anya

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2023-08-09T03:44:02Z

DIEHLS:

{{creative-work | title = The Free North News Issue #6| type = periodical| author = Various}}

'''OOC Disclaimer: The following is about Empire, revolution, settler colonialism, and it’s many consequences. The opinions stated here are to be taken in character and should not be taken as out of character judgements. It is intended as in character rhetoric. Except that we should have a rolton cryptid. Oh and do not insert into any orifices. Or do, I’m just not legally responsible for it.'''

'''IC Disclaimer: The Black Thorns are more of a collective, and less of a organization with hierarchy and a roster. Please do not take the perspective of one member to apply to all of us.'''

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In the quaint town of Icemule Trace, nestled amidst the snowy peaks, a group of Krovlin child refugees found solace and camaraderie in their shared experiences. Their small enclave became a safe haven where they clung to their heritage, holding on to a tattered copy of the Free North News, a treasured relic from their homeland. It was a symbol of hope, a reminder that they were not alone in their struggles.

One frosty evening, as the wind howled through the narrow streets, the children gathered around a flickering hearth, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of a lantern. Wrapped in heavy furs, they huddled close, passing around the precious newspaper, their eyes wide with curiosity and fear.

"Have you heard the tale of the ManRolt?" whispered Sasha, her voice barely audible above the crackling fire. "It is said to roam these mountains, half man and half ram, with sharp horns and eyes that pierce the darkness. They say it preys on those who dare venture alone into the woods."

A shiver ran through the children as they exchanged nervous glances. But the allure of the unknown was too strong to resist, and they urged Sasha to continue.

"And then there's the Hatman," chimed in Zander, pulling his blanket closer. "He wears a vast, wide-brimmed hat that casts a shadow over his entire face. Dressed all in black, he roams the streets of Icemule Trace at night, looking for children to snatch away and take to his navy of lost children."

The children gasped, their young minds conjuring terrifying images of the Hatman lurking in the shadows, a figure of pure malevolence.

[[File:thehatman.jpg|375px|thumb|left|The Hatman Cometh, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Faerinn's Player]]

"But fear not, for we are united," declared Mila, the eldest among them, her voice filled with determination. "Together, we are stronger than any cryptid or dark tale. Let the ManRolt and the Hatman tremble in the face of our resilience and unity!"

Encouraged by Mila's words, the children clung to one another, finding strength in their bond. They knew the world beyond Ice Mule Trace could be harsh and unforgiving, but here, in the heart of their newfound community, they had each other's backs.

As the night wore on, the stories grew more daring, and laughter replaced fear. They retold legends of their homeland, weaving threads of their past into the tapestry of their present. The Free North News became a shared emblem of their hope, a testament to their resilience, and a promise of a better future.

==The Faerinn Well==

==News for the North==
News for the North
* The Aelotoi Celebrate: there continues to be no cure found for their Kiramon induced condition but rumors abound of a new faction as the Aelotian people gather in celebration and remembrance.
* Ta'illistim In Turmoil: Odd rumors flow across the mountain of missing people and closed shops. Travel with caution going east.
* Ta'valor Trembles: Bandits and Pirates have been troubling the Crimson Legion. Travel with caution going even further east.
* Krolvin in Chaos: What is going on in the western waters? Krolvin sightings increase and there are reports the northern section of the island was seen in ruins. Icemule led a brave rescue effort to save what they could.
* Envoys Elected: The Landing has elected new envoys. The Empire is bewildered how anyone can get a position without nepotism or graft.
* Pirates Pierced: Infamous Ship Captain Bodohal is said to have fallen into some vines and died....shame. He left behind a bunch of terrible plans and questions for Torre.
* Icemule Selects the Elects: Dabbings remains as head of Icemule! A new council supports him with some familiar faces!
* Empire's New Weapon- Rumors criss cross the west the empire is building some new super weapon, no one who remembers Talador is suprised. <br>

==Letters to the FNN==
To the Editor <br>
Since the very day we declared our intentions to shake free of the Turamzzyrian yoke, there have
been those who seek to oppose us.<br>
We have been criticized and ridiculed for our beliefs. We have been falsely labeled as terrorists
and cowards. Banned from establishments and exiled from events. Lies have been spread that we
stalk citizens in the night, posing a threat to the safety of a people we have never wished ill
on. <br>
Yet we have endured. The dream of a people deciding their own path free from the grasping claws of
a nation steeped in a history of violence and hate still lives. We will not simply give up and
fade away as some have so vocally wished in our presence. <br>
Corrupt merchants, bought politicians, and any others so desperate to taste the leather of
Imperial boots that they would throw aside all sense can be forewarned. We hear your words and we
do not forget them. Now hear ours.<br>
Freedom in the North.
Anonymous Thorn

- This sounds like Wisdom -D

To the Editor,<br>
Hello Sir or Lady and blessings of the Arkati upon you. I want to thank you for this publication
and all the news it brings to us normal folk.<br>
Many of us normal folk here in Icemule are quite scared about our future. Not only do we have a
volcano and krolvin to deal with, but worse of all we have to deal with a known traitor, Opalina,
somehow making it back on the town council! And Talliver was voted back in too even after letting
her off the hook! <br>
How will we, or our new nation, ever flourish if we keep allowing these corrupt politicians to run
our lives? Something must be done before it's too late!<br>
A Concerned Icemulian

- Elections matter...perhaps should win an election? -D
== '''Kragsfell - A Tale of Empire''' ==
Interview by Aubron
The following interview took place in Koaratos in 5123 more than half a year into the empire’s aggressive expansion and Earl Jovery’s decree for the creation of a new barony in the north.
[[File:KragsfellFNN1.png|300px|thumb|left|Battle of Kragsfell, created in midjourney, by player of Dendum uploaded with permission]]
[[File:KragsfellFNN3.png|200px|thumb|left|Battle of Kragsfell Kindred on the Move, created in midjourney, by player of Dendum, uploaded with permission]]
[[File:KragsfellFNN2.png|500px|thumb|left|Battle of Kragsfell Empire's Charge, created in midjourney, by player of Dendum, uploaded with permission]]
'''Aubron of Talador''': Greetings, fellow travelers! Today, we delve into the fascinating history of the Battle of [[Kragsfell]], a significant conflict that unfolded in the DragonSpine mountain range many years ago. Joining us is Dendum of the Wendwillows, a resident of the northern border regions.

Before we dive into the [[ Giantkin_History#Part_IV:_Kragsfell | battle itself ]], could you provide some context for our audience? How did this conflict with the imperial army start?

'''Dendum''' : T'Kirem Bear Clan lived in Shartenal mountains for generations. The human empire, ever expanding, came and in ignorance pushed onto the lands of others, as they tend to do even to this day. At first the Kindred did not believe the empire would be so bold and moved carefully so as not to provoke the humans, however the empire attacked with full force.

'''Aubron of Talador''': The Baloran tribe seemed to be initially surprised by the human presence. How did the conflict escalate, and how did they come to establish Kragsfell Fortress?

'''Dendum''' : Chieftain T'Syranak sought knowledge after that first unprovoked attack. After being attacked by the Sun Throne took time and collected much information. Fought for years, led humans deeper into the mountains to Kragsfell. This process took years, one does not drive an empire out overnight.

'''Aubron of Talador''': Fascinating strategy! It seems Kragsfell became a pivotal point in the conflict. What led to the ultimate defeat of the imperial army?

'''Dendum''': Yunnag-sihr, a leader given by the great spirits, attacked. Clever plan, surprise attack, drove humans out. You see the wisdom of this leader in using the scouts and knowing where and when to strike. The human empire often finds failure when confronted with more than shields and children to clash against.

'''Aubron of Talador''': Victory, however, came at a great price. The war continued for almost a hundred years, and even though the T'Kirem couldn't fully defeat the imperial army, the humans couldn't conquer the giants either. How did the conflict eventually come to an end?

'''Dendum''': War continued. Krulgon, new chief did not listen to scouts and drove them away with his arrogance he did not have the wisdom of his father or the patience of his ancestors, faced defeat. However even then the kindred blood proved true and wisdom finally arrived to young Krulgon. Used terrain to prevent loss. War ended in a draw.

'''Aubron''': It's a bittersweet tale of struggle and resilience. With the conflict finally over, what became of the T'Kirem Bear Clan and the Kragsfell Fortress?

'''Dendum''': Others tribes left Krulgon and Krulgon moved tribe home. Clash ended, peace found. The empire stopped expanding in that direction.

'''Aubron of Talador''': Thank you, Dendum, for sharing this remarkable story of the Battle of Kragsfell and the T'Kirem Bear Clan's courage and determination. Why have you been studying such tales and do you think there are any lessons for the empire’s current invasion to the north?

'''Dendum''': Yes, whether it is to the south or the east or now the north you can see the human empire is always looking to grab the lands of others, always expanding. But you can also see that with determination and will that they can be stopped and held back. The Faendryl stopped them the T’Kirem Bear Clan stopped them, the North can also stop them. A hundred years it may take but they can be stopped and will be stopped until the blood lust and land-greed-sickness leaves them and they learn to live in peace with their neighbors.

This new expansion is normal for an empire that has never respected the non-humans around it and, spirits willing, they will learn one day to tend to their own lands and let others live in peace.

We pray to the Great Spirits that one day we can study something less annoying than the empire of humans.

Interviewers Note: ''It should be noted that while the empire did not expand further into the mountains after this conflict they did manage to hold onto all the lands they had claimed prior to the conflict starting.''

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How many times is this town going to let that murderous traitor come back?<br>
Knave, War Profiteer, Cutthroat<br>
We didn't vote for that DeArchon.<br>
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Erithi dignitary in need of escort to Zul<br>
Please get me out of this town!<br>
Seek out the Adventure Guild for more Details<br>
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Lost ma Mule in the Trollsfang<br>
I thought traveling was rough before the empire showed up who the heck is in charge of the forest now?<br>
Ask for Buck in Helga's if you find the mule or know what happened to it.<br>
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Loyalty to the Town and Each other!<br>
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Or do we have Honor enough to stand up for the downtrodden?<br>
Join the Resistance! For Freedom! For the Free North! <br>
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== '''A Northern Wind - by Dendum''' ==
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We have lost the Dragonsclaw Forest to the human empire. We have lost most of the Trollsfang Forest to the human empire. We have lost temples and we have lost land routes to the grasping hands of the empire. We have lost swamps and we have lost mountains. We have however, in the shadow of their land-theft, found purpose and determination. We have found that we are not alone though we are often surrounded by darkness we cast a light for freedom that the empire can not extinguish easily. We have found brothers and sisters, who do not share blood but do share purpose and vision. We have found honor and inspiration from those willing to walk the difficult path. A path laid down by Talbot, Black Wolves, and Yunnag-sihr.

The free wind of the north blows and with it a fresh election has ended bringing both new and old voices. Dabbings remains a stout reminder that the north endures.

The houses of Solhaven may silently promote Jovery's theft of northern lands but the voices of Icemule's council condemn it.

Look now at Icemule, who allows a half-krolvin to run demonstrating a commitment to all, then compare it to any decaying and rotten line of noble leaders in the empire. Human blooded all, and you can easily see which path offers freedom and which continues its human first policy on domination on others. Look to the north to see a coalition of people fighting for freedom and self determination. Look to the south and see the next chapter of humanities suppression of Ordlyn, Hathlyn, and Sylvan blood......thanks to Aurmont all are free to serve but still it appears only human-blood is free to lead. Watch as they trot out the Malwind as a token of proof that they are not what they clearly are. Time and again they trot out their token Hathlyn, but where is the dwarf baron? Where is the elf baron? Where is the halfling or aelotian baron? They are not to be seen, for any who dared challenge the rights of the humans were cast aside in the never ending expansion of Turamzyrr which continues even now around the walls of Wehnimer's. The dwarf baron is dead in the mines of Talador, the halfling baron had his lands stripped hundreds of years ago and was driven north, the elf baron was driven into the Wyrdeep his lands stolen and his future destroyed by Tamzyrr.

There is no honor in the lands of Tamzyrr and there can not be as long as they actively steal what is not theirs and use their armies and their magistars to claim what they have no right to claim. Those who do not condemn such thievery promote it in silence. For truly all that evil needs to grow and prosper is the cowardly silence of others.

Let us listen well to the voices of the north. Let those who wish for freedom and peace hear these voices and rejoice. Let the empire hear free voices speak...and tremble.

~ Dendum<br>
Archdruid of the North<br>
The Wind in the Willow<br>
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===Opalina===
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[[File:Opalina.png|thumbnail|center|Opalina Jalcon <br> AI art generated by Opalina uploaded with her permission[https://Midjourney.com] Midjourney.com]]

Inclusion. Unity is a natural side effect. Inclusion being, going out of my way to include town folks in events and seek advice from the people. Working on being supportive of other council views and ideas and work our best to work toward a mutually satisfying end result and not be disruptive or making sole decisions. Let those who wish to wield authority over others prove their worth!
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===Roelon===
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[[File:Roelon.png|thumbnail|center|Roelon <br> AI art generated by Roelon envisioned through the eyes of AI. Created using MidJourney by Roelon's user. Uploaded previously by author.]]

Famous for his steady hand and leadership abilities. Roelon is also known as a leader in the north, often leading people from point A to Point B. Attempts were made to contact the famous wearer of the famous kilt for a message but he was too busy with visions and saving the world. Also no one could really understand what he was saying anyway.

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===Jastalyn===
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[[File:Jastalyn2.jpg|thumbnail|center|Jastalyn created by artist Stormyrain uploaded previously with permission]]

A lot of people know me, but I still love to make new friends. I'm Jastalyn Dragorth; Chairwoman of Twilight Hall and Fenog's Regulars. I served on the very first town council, but we were called the Mayor's advirosry council at that time. When the next council was elected, we were then called the Icemule Trace Town Council. I love working with a team towards a common goal, learning individual strengths that each member can bring to the table.
<br>The reason I decided at the last moment to run for the Town Council is I felt I could bring integrity and transparency in a time when strife and doubt were all too common in our cozy town. In my leadership roles, the most useful skill I've learned is how to help bring out the best in others. Sometimes, all someone needs is an encouraging word or a helping hand in the right direction to discover their own hidden talents.
<br>My platform for this campaign was transparency and unity. I ran on those premises because I believe that's what will help elevate Icemule as we forge our way towards creating a new nation and obtaining new allies while we discover within us all the strength and teamwork like we've never presented before. I believe transparency is important if we want to succeed in our endeavors. Being on the same page, working towards the same goal, and utilitzing the strengths of all involved will bring about the change and accomplishments so many before us have only dreamed about.

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===Aliashyrah===
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[[File:Aliashyrah_Political_Portrait.png|thumbnail|center|<br>created in midjourney by Aliashyrah uploaded with permission]]

A year to an elf can often seem an almost inconsequential amount of time, but my year spent in Icemule has been one of great growth and revelation. It was within her frozen walls that I was led to my calling and met the people who would help shape my future. From curious observer to invested citizen, I have walked each day side by side with others who call Icemule home and it has brought me to this moment.
<br>I am honored that the people of Icemule have chosen me as one of their councillors. Standing with the others who make up the Council of Five, I know that we will do our best to help guide Icemule to the future that inevitably awaits her if we have the strength of will and heart to pursue that which we desire. A new Nation of the North is a lofty goal, but not out of reach for the passionate citizens of this rugged area. With strong leaders who listen to the will and voices of her people, there is nothing that is truly beyond our grasp.
<br>Even before taking my place as the newest, and arguably least known, of the councillors, I have spent countless hours investing in Icemule's future. Whether through bringing new ideas to leadership or taking others who are searching much as I once was under my wing, I strive each and every day to fulfill the calling set before me. Now, Icemule has given me her trust and utmost honor to be one of five voices that will guide and advocate for her future. I do not take this position lightly and will pour all of my passion and energy into giving Icemule everything she deserves.
<br>While the road ahead is not fully shaped, the goal is clear. With eyes always lifted up, let us join together to pursue our wild and untamed desires to build a new Nation grounded in unity. I look with breathless anticipation to the future with a firm understanding of the past, trusting that all will end up as it should be.

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===Sorlu Jae'kym Nalfein===
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Five years have passed since that unhappy day when the good People of Icemule, blinded by promises made by those at home and abroad, forgot the highest values of our past, of the North, of its honor and its freedom, and thereby lost everything. Filled with the deepest of distress, all of the best Northern men and women from all walks of life saw the unity of the Nation disintegrating in a welter of egotistical foreign political opinions and economic interests. The breakdown of the unity of heart and will of our Nation at home was followed by the collapse of its political position abroad.
<br>Driven to act on the side of change, I began my first term as a representative of all Free People, with resolution and fidelity to my oath, seeing the powerlessness of the Nation to shoulder the task of Freedom we advocated. In moments of so great importance in contemporary history, individuals can play a significant part only if they enter the scene as truly outstanding personalities.
<br>In this process, a formidable weapon used against us was that of lying, that is, of propaganda, to deceive not just the world beyond our walls but some within, with the ignoble belief that to resist is inappropriate. By these means they contrived to break the backbone of our Nation, to remove our resistance, to wear us down, and to make us prepared at last to submit to the Vaalorian yoke of monarchy.
<br>We were called upon to take over the leadership of the Nation at a moment when it did not seem to develop towards a great rise. We were given power in circumstances of the greatest conceivable pressure, the pressure of the knowledge that, by itself, everything was lost, and that, in the eyes of the noblest minds, this represented a last attempt, while in the eyes of evil-wishers it should condemn the North to final failure. Unless Icemule could be saved, by a miracle, the situation was bound to end in disaster.
<br>Yet together we were victorious, while our oppressor fled behind the Dragonspine, history forged in that monumental act of resolve that would be celebrated as The Great Humiliation.
<br>As I enter now this second term, I see ahead of us an age of rebirth, starting with the family, and including all notions of honor and loyalty, culture and economy, Nation and motherland, whether adopted or by origin, even the eternal foundations of our morals and our faiths. But if we are to experience a political and economic revival and conscientiously fulfill our duties, decisive action is required.
<br>The Council of Five will therefore regard it as its first and supreme task to restore to the Northern People unity of heart and will. It will preserve and defend the foundations on which the strength of our Nation rests.
<br>In foreign policy, The Council of Five will see its highest mission in the preservation of our People's right to an independent life and in the maintaining thereby of their Freedom. The determination of this Council to put an end to the chaotic conditions in the North is a step towards integration into the world's community of governments as a state having equal status and therefore equal rights with the rest.
<br>With persistent urgency we must hasten to achieve these goals, as from the south we have witnessed movement from the destructive and ravenous fingers of yet another Empire whose history, for hundreds of years, has been welded together solely by force, not the free will of those affected. War has followed war. One nation after another was robbed of its freedom. One state after another was shattered so that the structure which calls itself the Turamzzyrian Empire might arise.
<br>Considering how pious the outward gestures of those who deliberately, and with a cold heart, drive nation after nation into a struggle serving only their material interests, one is compelled to state that rarely has imperial hypocrisy reached such a pitch as that of the Empire today. The northern expansionistic placing of Elidal Dhenin as the Baron of Darkstone is nothing but a mask covering the continued subjugation and the oppression of both nations and individuals.
<br>The task before us is the most difficult which has faced a Northern stateman in living memory. But we all have unbounded confidence, for we believe in our Nation and in its eternal values. Farmers, workers, and heroic defenders must unite to contribute the bricks wherewith to build our new Nation, a Nation which swells as new alliances are formed and past prejudices overcome. In place of our turbulent instincts, it will see National discipline govern our life. In the process it will take into account all the institutions which are the true safeguards of the strength and power of our Nation.
<br>Let us begin, loyal to one another. May the Divine favor our work, shape our will in the right way, bless our vision and bless us with the trust of our People. We have no desire to fight for ourselves; only for the Freedom of the North.
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Lord Sorlu Jae'kym Nalfein
Town Councillor of Icemule Trace

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==Ask Lithyia==
Hold the press this weeks addition has a guest contributor '''Anonymous Anya'''
[[File:Lithnobasket.png|375px|thumb|Right|Created by Midjourney uploaded with permission of player of Lithyia who is also the person who worked in the creation of the image.]]
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'''Dear Lithy,'''
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Hey there! I heard you're pretty good at giving advice so I need your help. See, there's this lady in Icemule that just got voted into office and boy is she pretty! The type of pretty that makes a guy like me want to keep his foot hair brushed, know what I mean? The problem is I don't think she's got the eyes for me. Not yet at least.

She recently shot me down in public, but I think she was just playing hard to get because later on I heard her say she might be willing to take me to Icewall Penitentiary. It's an odd place for a date, but beggars can't be choosers.

What advice can you give to help make sure this date is a success?

Sincerely,
Horsing Around Mule

'''Dear Horsing Around Mule'''

That does seem like an odd location for a date...I would like to suggest a better destination, one that might be better suited to your...desires. Are you at all familiar with the temples in Solhaven? There is a beautiful garden located there that might impress her and bring you some luck.

As for a bit of additional advice; bring her a lovely bouquet composed of tuberoses and make sure you are wearing emerald green.

Oh and be certain to be persistent! Sometimes you have to bring them a few socks...errr flowers, before you win them over!

Best of luck!
Lithy

'''My dear Horsing Around,'''

Yes, the Penitentiary is an odd locale for a date. May I suggest a journey to the Vipershroud near Wehnimer's Landing, where there is a lovely old temple that is welcoming of all. The travel time will provide you a chance for you and your lady love to talk, and there is considerable art throughout the temple to admire once you arrive. Don't let the swampy locale deter you, as it is the perfect metaphor for beauty thriving in the face of adversity.

Best of luck (and watch out for vipers)!

Anonymous Anya<br>
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'''Dear Lithy,'''

I had to steal some paper to write this to you so I hope you're as good with advice as people say.

You see, I like this guy but he doesn't even notice me because he is enamored with another woman. I know what you're probably going to say but hear me out! She's evil! Not just the "I should be dating him and not her" kind of evil but "might be some kind of demon" type of evil.

I don't have anything to offer him except my love and devotion, but I don't think he sees that as enough. How do I get him away from the succubus who has him under her power and get him to see that I would be so much better for him?

Please help,

Jealous but Justified

'''Dear Jealous,'''
Since my leanings for the answer to your dilemma are leading me to a desire for setting certain things on fire, I have consulted with my wise associate, Anonymous Anya. Here's what she has for you...

Lithy

'''Dear Jealous,'''
Men are blind and stupid, a fact we must all come to terms with eventually. Your best bet is to befriend this fellow so you can be there at his side when his lovely succubus eventually turns on him - nothing brings the idiots around like the pretty girl they can turn to when their love life goes south. Oh, you're not pretty? I'm sure a trip to the Spa at Silvergate Inn will help with that!

Smooches!
Anonymous Anya

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2023-08-09T03:43:33Z

DIEHLS:

{{creative-work | title = The Free North News Issue #6| type = periodical| author = Various}}

'''OOC Disclaimer: The following is about Empire, revolution, settler colonialism, and it’s many consequences. The opinions stated here are to be taken in character and should not be taken as out of character judgements. It is intended as in character rhetoric. Except that we should have a rolton cryptid. Oh and do not insert into any orifices. Or do, I’m just not legally responsible for it.'''

'''IC Disclaimer: The Black Thorns are more of a collective, and less of a organization with hierarchy and a roster. Please do not take the perspective of one member to apply to all of us.'''

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In the quaint town of Icemule Trace, nestled amidst the snowy peaks, a group of Krovlin child refugees found solace and camaraderie in their shared experiences. Their small enclave became a safe haven where they clung to their heritage, holding on to a tattered copy of the Free North News, a treasured relic from their homeland. It was a symbol of hope, a reminder that they were not alone in their struggles.

One frosty evening, as the wind howled through the narrow streets, the children gathered around a flickering hearth, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of a lantern. Wrapped in heavy furs, they huddled close, passing around the precious newspaper, their eyes wide with curiosity and fear.

"Have you heard the tale of the ManRolt?" whispered Sasha, her voice barely audible above the crackling fire. "It is said to roam these mountains, half man and half ram, with sharp horns and eyes that pierce the darkness. They say it preys on those who dare venture alone into the woods."

A shiver ran through the children as they exchanged nervous glances. But the allure of the unknown was too strong to resist, and they urged Sasha to continue.

"And then there's the Hatman," chimed in Zander, pulling his blanket closer. "He wears a vast, wide-brimmed hat that casts a shadow over his entire face. Dressed all in black, he roams the streets of Icemule Trace at night, looking for children to snatch away and take to his navy of lost children."

The children gasped, their young minds conjuring terrifying images of the Hatman lurking in the shadows, a figure of pure malevolence.

[[File:thehatman.jpg|375px|thumb|left|generated by MidJourney, prompt by Faerinn's Player]]

"But fear not, for we are united," declared Mila, the eldest among them, her voice filled with determination. "Together, we are stronger than any cryptid or dark tale. Let the ManRolt and the Hatman tremble in the face of our resilience and unity!"

Encouraged by Mila's words, the children clung to one another, finding strength in their bond. They knew the world beyond Ice Mule Trace could be harsh and unforgiving, but here, in the heart of their newfound community, they had each other's backs.

As the night wore on, the stories grew more daring, and laughter replaced fear. They retold legends of their homeland, weaving threads of their past into the tapestry of their present. The Free North News became a shared emblem of their hope, a testament to their resilience, and a promise of a better future.

==The Faerinn Well==

==News for the North==
News for the North
* The Aelotoi Celebrate: there continues to be no cure found for their Kiramon induced condition but rumors abound of a new faction as the Aelotian people gather in celebration and remembrance.
* Ta'illistim In Turmoil: Odd rumors flow across the mountain of missing people and closed shops. Travel with caution going east.
* Ta'valor Trembles: Bandits and Pirates have been troubling the Crimson Legion. Travel with caution going even further east.
* Krolvin in Chaos: What is going on in the western waters? Krolvin sightings increase and there are reports the northern section of the island was seen in ruins. Icemule led a brave rescue effort to save what they could.
* Envoys Elected: The Landing has elected new envoys. The Empire is bewildered how anyone can get a position without nepotism or graft.
* Pirates Pierced: Infamous Ship Captain Bodohal is said to have fallen into some vines and died....shame. He left behind a bunch of terrible plans and questions for Torre.
* Icemule Selects the Elects: Dabbings remains as head of Icemule! A new council supports him with some familiar faces!
* Empire's New Weapon- Rumors criss cross the west the empire is building some new super weapon, no one who remembers Talador is suprised. <br>

==Letters to the FNN==
To the Editor <br>
Since the very day we declared our intentions to shake free of the Turamzzyrian yoke, there have
been those who seek to oppose us.<br>
We have been criticized and ridiculed for our beliefs. We have been falsely labeled as terrorists
and cowards. Banned from establishments and exiled from events. Lies have been spread that we
stalk citizens in the night, posing a threat to the safety of a people we have never wished ill
on. <br>
Yet we have endured. The dream of a people deciding their own path free from the grasping claws of
a nation steeped in a history of violence and hate still lives. We will not simply give up and
fade away as some have so vocally wished in our presence. <br>
Corrupt merchants, bought politicians, and any others so desperate to taste the leather of
Imperial boots that they would throw aside all sense can be forewarned. We hear your words and we
do not forget them. Now hear ours.<br>
Freedom in the North.
Anonymous Thorn

- This sounds like Wisdom -D

To the Editor,<br>
Hello Sir or Lady and blessings of the Arkati upon you. I want to thank you for this publication
and all the news it brings to us normal folk.<br>
Many of us normal folk here in Icemule are quite scared about our future. Not only do we have a
volcano and krolvin to deal with, but worse of all we have to deal with a known traitor, Opalina,
somehow making it back on the town council! And Talliver was voted back in too even after letting
her off the hook! <br>
How will we, or our new nation, ever flourish if we keep allowing these corrupt politicians to run
our lives? Something must be done before it's too late!<br>
A Concerned Icemulian

- Elections matter...perhaps should win an election? -D
== '''Kragsfell - A Tale of Empire''' ==
Interview by Aubron
The following interview took place in Koaratos in 5123 more than half a year into the empire’s aggressive expansion and Earl Jovery’s decree for the creation of a new barony in the north.
[[File:KragsfellFNN1.png|300px|thumb|left|Battle of Kragsfell, created in midjourney, by player of Dendum uploaded with permission]]
[[File:KragsfellFNN3.png|200px|thumb|left|Battle of Kragsfell Kindred on the Move, created in midjourney, by player of Dendum, uploaded with permission]]
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'''Aubron of Talador''': Greetings, fellow travelers! Today, we delve into the fascinating history of the Battle of [[Kragsfell]], a significant conflict that unfolded in the DragonSpine mountain range many years ago. Joining us is Dendum of the Wendwillows, a resident of the northern border regions.

Before we dive into the [[ Giantkin_History#Part_IV:_Kragsfell | battle itself ]], could you provide some context for our audience? How did this conflict with the imperial army start?

'''Dendum''' : T'Kirem Bear Clan lived in Shartenal mountains for generations. The human empire, ever expanding, came and in ignorance pushed onto the lands of others, as they tend to do even to this day. At first the Kindred did not believe the empire would be so bold and moved carefully so as not to provoke the humans, however the empire attacked with full force.

'''Aubron of Talador''': The Baloran tribe seemed to be initially surprised by the human presence. How did the conflict escalate, and how did they come to establish Kragsfell Fortress?

'''Dendum''' : Chieftain T'Syranak sought knowledge after that first unprovoked attack. After being attacked by the Sun Throne took time and collected much information. Fought for years, led humans deeper into the mountains to Kragsfell. This process took years, one does not drive an empire out overnight.

'''Aubron of Talador''': Fascinating strategy! It seems Kragsfell became a pivotal point in the conflict. What led to the ultimate defeat of the imperial army?

'''Dendum''': Yunnag-sihr, a leader given by the great spirits, attacked. Clever plan, surprise attack, drove humans out. You see the wisdom of this leader in using the scouts and knowing where and when to strike. The human empire often finds failure when confronted with more than shields and children to clash against.

'''Aubron of Talador''': Victory, however, came at a great price. The war continued for almost a hundred years, and even though the T'Kirem couldn't fully defeat the imperial army, the humans couldn't conquer the giants either. How did the conflict eventually come to an end?

'''Dendum''': War continued. Krulgon, new chief did not listen to scouts and drove them away with his arrogance he did not have the wisdom of his father or the patience of his ancestors, faced defeat. However even then the kindred blood proved true and wisdom finally arrived to young Krulgon. Used terrain to prevent loss. War ended in a draw.

'''Aubron''': It's a bittersweet tale of struggle and resilience. With the conflict finally over, what became of the T'Kirem Bear Clan and the Kragsfell Fortress?

'''Dendum''': Others tribes left Krulgon and Krulgon moved tribe home. Clash ended, peace found. The empire stopped expanding in that direction.

'''Aubron of Talador''': Thank you, Dendum, for sharing this remarkable story of the Battle of Kragsfell and the T'Kirem Bear Clan's courage and determination. Why have you been studying such tales and do you think there are any lessons for the empire’s current invasion to the north?

'''Dendum''': Yes, whether it is to the south or the east or now the north you can see the human empire is always looking to grab the lands of others, always expanding. But you can also see that with determination and will that they can be stopped and held back. The Faendryl stopped them the T’Kirem Bear Clan stopped them, the North can also stop them. A hundred years it may take but they can be stopped and will be stopped until the blood lust and land-greed-sickness leaves them and they learn to live in peace with their neighbors.

This new expansion is normal for an empire that has never respected the non-humans around it and, spirits willing, they will learn one day to tend to their own lands and let others live in peace.

We pray to the Great Spirits that one day we can study something less annoying than the empire of humans.

Interviewers Note: ''It should be noted that while the empire did not expand further into the mountains after this conflict they did manage to hold onto all the lands they had claimed prior to the conflict starting.''

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How many times is this town going to let that murderous traitor come back?<br>
Knave, War Profiteer, Cutthroat<br>
We didn't vote for that DeArchon.<br>
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Erithi dignitary in need of escort to Zul<br>
Please get me out of this town!<br>
Seek out the Adventure Guild for more Details<br>
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Lost ma Mule in the Trollsfang<br>
I thought traveling was rough before the empire showed up who the heck is in charge of the forest now?<br>
Ask for Buck in Helga's if you find the mule or know what happened to it.<br>
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Loyalty to the Town and Each other!<br>
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Or do we have Honor enough to stand up for the downtrodden?<br>
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== '''A Northern Wind - by Dendum''' ==
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We have lost the Dragonsclaw Forest to the human empire. We have lost most of the Trollsfang Forest to the human empire. We have lost temples and we have lost land routes to the grasping hands of the empire. We have lost swamps and we have lost mountains. We have however, in the shadow of their land-theft, found purpose and determination. We have found that we are not alone though we are often surrounded by darkness we cast a light for freedom that the empire can not extinguish easily. We have found brothers and sisters, who do not share blood but do share purpose and vision. We have found honor and inspiration from those willing to walk the difficult path. A path laid down by Talbot, Black Wolves, and Yunnag-sihr.

The free wind of the north blows and with it a fresh election has ended bringing both new and old voices. Dabbings remains a stout reminder that the north endures.

The houses of Solhaven may silently promote Jovery's theft of northern lands but the voices of Icemule's council condemn it.

Look now at Icemule, who allows a half-krolvin to run demonstrating a commitment to all, then compare it to any decaying and rotten line of noble leaders in the empire. Human blooded all, and you can easily see which path offers freedom and which continues its human first policy on domination on others. Look to the north to see a coalition of people fighting for freedom and self determination. Look to the south and see the next chapter of humanities suppression of Ordlyn, Hathlyn, and Sylvan blood......thanks to Aurmont all are free to serve but still it appears only human-blood is free to lead. Watch as they trot out the Malwind as a token of proof that they are not what they clearly are. Time and again they trot out their token Hathlyn, but where is the dwarf baron? Where is the elf baron? Where is the halfling or aelotian baron? They are not to be seen, for any who dared challenge the rights of the humans were cast aside in the never ending expansion of Turamzyrr which continues even now around the walls of Wehnimer's. The dwarf baron is dead in the mines of Talador, the halfling baron had his lands stripped hundreds of years ago and was driven north, the elf baron was driven into the Wyrdeep his lands stolen and his future destroyed by Tamzyrr.

There is no honor in the lands of Tamzyrr and there can not be as long as they actively steal what is not theirs and use their armies and their magistars to claim what they have no right to claim. Those who do not condemn such thievery promote it in silence. For truly all that evil needs to grow and prosper is the cowardly silence of others.

Let us listen well to the voices of the north. Let those who wish for freedom and peace hear these voices and rejoice. Let the empire hear free voices speak...and tremble.

~ Dendum<br>
Archdruid of the North<br>
The Wind in the Willow<br>
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===Opalina===
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[[File:Opalina.png|thumbnail|center|Opalina Jalcon <br> AI art generated by Opalina uploaded with her permission[https://Midjourney.com] Midjourney.com]]

Inclusion. Unity is a natural side effect. Inclusion being, going out of my way to include town folks in events and seek advice from the people. Working on being supportive of other council views and ideas and work our best to work toward a mutually satisfying end result and not be disruptive or making sole decisions. Let those who wish to wield authority over others prove their worth!
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===Roelon===
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[[File:Roelon.png|thumbnail|center|Roelon <br> AI art generated by Roelon envisioned through the eyes of AI. Created using MidJourney by Roelon's user. Uploaded previously by author.]]

Famous for his steady hand and leadership abilities. Roelon is also known as a leader in the north, often leading people from point A to Point B. Attempts were made to contact the famous wearer of the famous kilt for a message but he was too busy with visions and saving the world. Also no one could really understand what he was saying anyway.

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===Jastalyn===
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[[File:Jastalyn2.jpg|thumbnail|center|Jastalyn created by artist Stormyrain uploaded previously with permission]]

A lot of people know me, but I still love to make new friends. I'm Jastalyn Dragorth; Chairwoman of Twilight Hall and Fenog's Regulars. I served on the very first town council, but we were called the Mayor's advirosry council at that time. When the next council was elected, we were then called the Icemule Trace Town Council. I love working with a team towards a common goal, learning individual strengths that each member can bring to the table.
<br>The reason I decided at the last moment to run for the Town Council is I felt I could bring integrity and transparency in a time when strife and doubt were all too common in our cozy town. In my leadership roles, the most useful skill I've learned is how to help bring out the best in others. Sometimes, all someone needs is an encouraging word or a helping hand in the right direction to discover their own hidden talents.
<br>My platform for this campaign was transparency and unity. I ran on those premises because I believe that's what will help elevate Icemule as we forge our way towards creating a new nation and obtaining new allies while we discover within us all the strength and teamwork like we've never presented before. I believe transparency is important if we want to succeed in our endeavors. Being on the same page, working towards the same goal, and utilitzing the strengths of all involved will bring about the change and accomplishments so many before us have only dreamed about.

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===Aliashyrah===
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[[File:Aliashyrah_Political_Portrait.png|thumbnail|center|<br>created in midjourney by Aliashyrah uploaded with permission]]

A year to an elf can often seem an almost inconsequential amount of time, but my year spent in Icemule has been one of great growth and revelation. It was within her frozen walls that I was led to my calling and met the people who would help shape my future. From curious observer to invested citizen, I have walked each day side by side with others who call Icemule home and it has brought me to this moment.
<br>I am honored that the people of Icemule have chosen me as one of their councillors. Standing with the others who make up the Council of Five, I know that we will do our best to help guide Icemule to the future that inevitably awaits her if we have the strength of will and heart to pursue that which we desire. A new Nation of the North is a lofty goal, but not out of reach for the passionate citizens of this rugged area. With strong leaders who listen to the will and voices of her people, there is nothing that is truly beyond our grasp.
<br>Even before taking my place as the newest, and arguably least known, of the councillors, I have spent countless hours investing in Icemule's future. Whether through bringing new ideas to leadership or taking others who are searching much as I once was under my wing, I strive each and every day to fulfill the calling set before me. Now, Icemule has given me her trust and utmost honor to be one of five voices that will guide and advocate for her future. I do not take this position lightly and will pour all of my passion and energy into giving Icemule everything she deserves.
<br>While the road ahead is not fully shaped, the goal is clear. With eyes always lifted up, let us join together to pursue our wild and untamed desires to build a new Nation grounded in unity. I look with breathless anticipation to the future with a firm understanding of the past, trusting that all will end up as it should be.

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===Sorlu Jae'kym Nalfein===
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Five years have passed since that unhappy day when the good People of Icemule, blinded by promises made by those at home and abroad, forgot the highest values of our past, of the North, of its honor and its freedom, and thereby lost everything. Filled with the deepest of distress, all of the best Northern men and women from all walks of life saw the unity of the Nation disintegrating in a welter of egotistical foreign political opinions and economic interests. The breakdown of the unity of heart and will of our Nation at home was followed by the collapse of its political position abroad.
<br>Driven to act on the side of change, I began my first term as a representative of all Free People, with resolution and fidelity to my oath, seeing the powerlessness of the Nation to shoulder the task of Freedom we advocated. In moments of so great importance in contemporary history, individuals can play a significant part only if they enter the scene as truly outstanding personalities.
<br>In this process, a formidable weapon used against us was that of lying, that is, of propaganda, to deceive not just the world beyond our walls but some within, with the ignoble belief that to resist is inappropriate. By these means they contrived to break the backbone of our Nation, to remove our resistance, to wear us down, and to make us prepared at last to submit to the Vaalorian yoke of monarchy.
<br>We were called upon to take over the leadership of the Nation at a moment when it did not seem to develop towards a great rise. We were given power in circumstances of the greatest conceivable pressure, the pressure of the knowledge that, by itself, everything was lost, and that, in the eyes of the noblest minds, this represented a last attempt, while in the eyes of evil-wishers it should condemn the North to final failure. Unless Icemule could be saved, by a miracle, the situation was bound to end in disaster.
<br>Yet together we were victorious, while our oppressor fled behind the Dragonspine, history forged in that monumental act of resolve that would be celebrated as The Great Humiliation.
<br>As I enter now this second term, I see ahead of us an age of rebirth, starting with the family, and including all notions of honor and loyalty, culture and economy, Nation and motherland, whether adopted or by origin, even the eternal foundations of our morals and our faiths. But if we are to experience a political and economic revival and conscientiously fulfill our duties, decisive action is required.
<br>The Council of Five will therefore regard it as its first and supreme task to restore to the Northern People unity of heart and will. It will preserve and defend the foundations on which the strength of our Nation rests.
<br>In foreign policy, The Council of Five will see its highest mission in the preservation of our People's right to an independent life and in the maintaining thereby of their Freedom. The determination of this Council to put an end to the chaotic conditions in the North is a step towards integration into the world's community of governments as a state having equal status and therefore equal rights with the rest.
<br>With persistent urgency we must hasten to achieve these goals, as from the south we have witnessed movement from the destructive and ravenous fingers of yet another Empire whose history, for hundreds of years, has been welded together solely by force, not the free will of those affected. War has followed war. One nation after another was robbed of its freedom. One state after another was shattered so that the structure which calls itself the Turamzzyrian Empire might arise.
<br>Considering how pious the outward gestures of those who deliberately, and with a cold heart, drive nation after nation into a struggle serving only their material interests, one is compelled to state that rarely has imperial hypocrisy reached such a pitch as that of the Empire today. The northern expansionistic placing of Elidal Dhenin as the Baron of Darkstone is nothing but a mask covering the continued subjugation and the oppression of both nations and individuals.
<br>The task before us is the most difficult which has faced a Northern stateman in living memory. But we all have unbounded confidence, for we believe in our Nation and in its eternal values. Farmers, workers, and heroic defenders must unite to contribute the bricks wherewith to build our new Nation, a Nation which swells as new alliances are formed and past prejudices overcome. In place of our turbulent instincts, it will see National discipline govern our life. In the process it will take into account all the institutions which are the true safeguards of the strength and power of our Nation.
<br>Let us begin, loyal to one another. May the Divine favor our work, shape our will in the right way, bless our vision and bless us with the trust of our People. We have no desire to fight for ourselves; only for the Freedom of the North.
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Lord Sorlu Jae'kym Nalfein
Town Councillor of Icemule Trace

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==Ask Lithyia==
Hold the press this weeks addition has a guest contributor '''Anonymous Anya'''
[[File:Lithnobasket.png|375px|thumb|Right|Created by Midjourney uploaded with permission of player of Lithyia who is also the person who worked in the creation of the image.]]
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'''Dear Lithy,'''
<br>
Hey there! I heard you're pretty good at giving advice so I need your help. See, there's this lady in Icemule that just got voted into office and boy is she pretty! The type of pretty that makes a guy like me want to keep his foot hair brushed, know what I mean? The problem is I don't think she's got the eyes for me. Not yet at least.

She recently shot me down in public, but I think she was just playing hard to get because later on I heard her say she might be willing to take me to Icewall Penitentiary. It's an odd place for a date, but beggars can't be choosers.

What advice can you give to help make sure this date is a success?

Sincerely,
Horsing Around Mule

'''Dear Horsing Around Mule'''

That does seem like an odd location for a date...I would like to suggest a better destination, one that might be better suited to your...desires. Are you at all familiar with the temples in Solhaven? There is a beautiful garden located there that might impress her and bring you some luck.

As for a bit of additional advice; bring her a lovely bouquet composed of tuberoses and make sure you are wearing emerald green.

Oh and be certain to be persistent! Sometimes you have to bring them a few socks...errr flowers, before you win them over!

Best of luck!
Lithy

'''My dear Horsing Around,'''

Yes, the Penitentiary is an odd locale for a date. May I suggest a journey to the Vipershroud near Wehnimer's Landing, where there is a lovely old temple that is welcoming of all. The travel time will provide you a chance for you and your lady love to talk, and there is considerable art throughout the temple to admire once you arrive. Don't let the swampy locale deter you, as it is the perfect metaphor for beauty thriving in the face of adversity.

Best of luck (and watch out for vipers)!

Anonymous Anya<br>
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'''Dear Lithy,'''

I had to steal some paper to write this to you so I hope you're as good with advice as people say.

You see, I like this guy but he doesn't even notice me because he is enamored with another woman. I know what you're probably going to say but hear me out! She's evil! Not just the "I should be dating him and not her" kind of evil but "might be some kind of demon" type of evil.

I don't have anything to offer him except my love and devotion, but I don't think he sees that as enough. How do I get him away from the succubus who has him under her power and get him to see that I would be so much better for him?

Please help,

Jealous but Justified

'''Dear Jealous,'''
Since my leanings for the answer to your dilemma are leading me to a desire for setting certain things on fire, I have consulted with my wise associate, Anonymous Anya. Here's what she has for you...

Lithy

'''Dear Jealous,'''
Men are blind and stupid, a fact we must all come to terms with eventually. Your best bet is to befriend this fellow so you can be there at his side when his lovely succubus eventually turns on him - nothing brings the idiots around like the pretty girl they can turn to when their love life goes south. Oh, you're not pretty? I'm sure a trip to the Spa at Silvergate Inn will help with that!

Smooches!
Anonymous Anya

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2023-08-09T03:42:24Z

DIEHLS:

{{creative-work | title = The Free North News Issue #6| type = periodical| author = Various}}

'''OOC Disclaimer: The following is about Empire, revolution, settler colonialism, and it’s many consequences. The opinions stated here are to be taken in character and should not be taken as out of character judgements. It is intended as in character rhetoric. Except that we should have a rolton cryptid. Oh and do not insert into any orifices. Or do, I’m just not legally responsible for it.'''

'''IC Disclaimer: The Black Thorns are more of a collective, and less of a organization with hierarchy and a roster. Please do not take the perspective of one member to apply to all of us.'''

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In the quaint town of Icemule Trace, nestled amidst the snowy peaks, a group of Krovlin child refugees found solace and camaraderie in their shared experiences. Their small enclave became a safe haven where they clung to their heritage, holding on to a tattered copy of the Free North News, a treasured relic from their homeland. It was a symbol of hope, a reminder that they were not alone in their struggles.

One frosty evening, as the wind howled through the narrow streets, the children gathered around a flickering hearth, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of a lantern. Wrapped in heavy furs, they huddled close, passing around the precious newspaper, their eyes wide with curiosity and fear.

"Have you heard the tale of the ManRolt?" whispered Sasha, her voice barely audible above the crackling fire. "It is said to roam these mountains, half man and half ram, with sharp horns and eyes that pierce the darkness. They say it preys on those who dare venture alone into the woods."

A shiver ran through the children as they exchanged nervous glances. But the allure of the unknown was too strong to resist, and they urged Sasha to continue.

"And then there's the Hatman," chimed in Zander, pulling his blanket closer. "He wears a vast, wide-brimmed hat that casts a shadow over his entire face. Dressed all in black, he roams the streets of Icemule Trace at night, looking for children to snatch away and take to his navy of dead Iyo kids."

The children gasped, their young minds conjuring terrifying images of the Hatman lurking in the shadows, a figure of pure malevolence.

[[File:thehatman.jpg|375px|thumb|left|generated by MidJourney, prompt by Faerinn's Player]]

"But fear not, for we are united," declared Mila, the eldest among them, her voice filled with determination. "Together, we are stronger than any cryptid or dark tale. Let the ManRolt and the Hatman tremble in the face of our resilience and unity!"

Encouraged by Mila's words, the children clung to one another, finding strength in their bond. They knew the world beyond Ice Mule Trace could be harsh and unforgiving, but here, in the heart of their newfound community, they had each other's backs.

As the night wore on, the stories grew more daring, and laughter replaced fear. They retold legends of their homeland, weaving threads of their past into the tapestry of their present. The Free North News became a shared emblem of their hope, a testament to their resilience, and a promise of a better future.

==News for the North==
News for the North
* The Aelotoi Celebrate: there continues to be no cure found for their Kiramon induced condition but rumors abound of a new faction as the Aelotian people gather in celebration and remembrance.
* Ta'illistim In Turmoil: Odd rumors flow across the mountain of missing people and closed shops. Travel with caution going east.
* Ta'valor Trembles: Bandits and Pirates have been troubling the Crimson Legion. Travel with caution going even further east.
* Krolvin in Chaos: What is going on in the western waters? Krolvin sightings increase and there are reports the northern section of the island was seen in ruins. Icemule led a brave rescue effort to save what they could.
* Envoys Elected: The Landing has elected new envoys. The Empire is bewildered how anyone can get a position without nepotism or graft.
* Pirates Pierced: Infamous Ship Captain Bodohal is said to have fallen into some vines and died....shame. He left behind a bunch of terrible plans and questions for Torre.
* Icemule Selects the Elects: Dabbings remains as head of Icemule! A new council supports him with some familiar faces!
* Empire's New Weapon- Rumors criss cross the west the empire is building some new super weapon, no one who remembers Talador is suprised. <br>
==The Faerinn Well==
==Letters to the FNN==
To the Editor <br>
Since the very day we declared our intentions to shake free of the Turamzzyrian yoke, there have
been those who seek to oppose us.<br>
We have been criticized and ridiculed for our beliefs. We have been falsely labeled as terrorists
and cowards. Banned from establishments and exiled from events. Lies have been spread that we
stalk citizens in the night, posing a threat to the safety of a people we have never wished ill
on. <br>
Yet we have endured. The dream of a people deciding their own path free from the grasping claws of
a nation steeped in a history of violence and hate still lives. We will not simply give up and
fade away as some have so vocally wished in our presence. <br>
Corrupt merchants, bought politicians, and any others so desperate to taste the leather of
Imperial boots that they would throw aside all sense can be forewarned. We hear your words and we
do not forget them. Now hear ours.<br>
Freedom in the North.
Anonymous Thorn

- This sounds like Wisdom -D

To the Editor,<br>
Hello Sir or Lady and blessings of the Arkati upon you. I want to thank you for this publication
and all the news it brings to us normal folk.<br>
Many of us normal folk here in Icemule are quite scared about our future. Not only do we have a
volcano and krolvin to deal with, but worse of all we have to deal with a known traitor, Opalina,
somehow making it back on the town council! And Talliver was voted back in too even after letting
her off the hook! <br>
How will we, or our new nation, ever flourish if we keep allowing these corrupt politicians to run
our lives? Something must be done before it's too late!<br>
A Concerned Icemulian

- Elections matter...perhaps should win an election? -D
== '''Kragsfell - A Tale of Empire''' ==
Interview by Aubron
The following interview took place in Koaratos in 5123 more than half a year into the empire’s aggressive expansion and Earl Jovery’s decree for the creation of a new barony in the north.
[[File:KragsfellFNN1.png|300px|thumb|left|Battle of Kragsfell, created in midjourney, by player of Dendum uploaded with permission]]
[[File:KragsfellFNN3.png|200px|thumb|left|Battle of Kragsfell Kindred on the Move, created in midjourney, by player of Dendum, uploaded with permission]]
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'''Aubron of Talador''': Greetings, fellow travelers! Today, we delve into the fascinating history of the Battle of [[Kragsfell]], a significant conflict that unfolded in the DragonSpine mountain range many years ago. Joining us is Dendum of the Wendwillows, a resident of the northern border regions.

Before we dive into the [[ Giantkin_History#Part_IV:_Kragsfell | battle itself ]], could you provide some context for our audience? How did this conflict with the imperial army start?

'''Dendum''' : T'Kirem Bear Clan lived in Shartenal mountains for generations. The human empire, ever expanding, came and in ignorance pushed onto the lands of others, as they tend to do even to this day. At first the Kindred did not believe the empire would be so bold and moved carefully so as not to provoke the humans, however the empire attacked with full force.

'''Aubron of Talador''': The Baloran tribe seemed to be initially surprised by the human presence. How did the conflict escalate, and how did they come to establish Kragsfell Fortress?

'''Dendum''' : Chieftain T'Syranak sought knowledge after that first unprovoked attack. After being attacked by the Sun Throne took time and collected much information. Fought for years, led humans deeper into the mountains to Kragsfell. This process took years, one does not drive an empire out overnight.

'''Aubron of Talador''': Fascinating strategy! It seems Kragsfell became a pivotal point in the conflict. What led to the ultimate defeat of the imperial army?

'''Dendum''': Yunnag-sihr, a leader given by the great spirits, attacked. Clever plan, surprise attack, drove humans out. You see the wisdom of this leader in using the scouts and knowing where and when to strike. The human empire often finds failure when confronted with more than shields and children to clash against.

'''Aubron of Talador''': Victory, however, came at a great price. The war continued for almost a hundred years, and even though the T'Kirem couldn't fully defeat the imperial army, the humans couldn't conquer the giants either. How did the conflict eventually come to an end?

'''Dendum''': War continued. Krulgon, new chief did not listen to scouts and drove them away with his arrogance he did not have the wisdom of his father or the patience of his ancestors, faced defeat. However even then the kindred blood proved true and wisdom finally arrived to young Krulgon. Used terrain to prevent loss. War ended in a draw.

'''Aubron''': It's a bittersweet tale of struggle and resilience. With the conflict finally over, what became of the T'Kirem Bear Clan and the Kragsfell Fortress?

'''Dendum''': Others tribes left Krulgon and Krulgon moved tribe home. Clash ended, peace found. The empire stopped expanding in that direction.

'''Aubron of Talador''': Thank you, Dendum, for sharing this remarkable story of the Battle of Kragsfell and the T'Kirem Bear Clan's courage and determination. Why have you been studying such tales and do you think there are any lessons for the empire’s current invasion to the north?

'''Dendum''': Yes, whether it is to the south or the east or now the north you can see the human empire is always looking to grab the lands of others, always expanding. But you can also see that with determination and will that they can be stopped and held back. The Faendryl stopped them the T’Kirem Bear Clan stopped them, the North can also stop them. A hundred years it may take but they can be stopped and will be stopped until the blood lust and land-greed-sickness leaves them and they learn to live in peace with their neighbors.

This new expansion is normal for an empire that has never respected the non-humans around it and, spirits willing, they will learn one day to tend to their own lands and let others live in peace.

We pray to the Great Spirits that one day we can study something less annoying than the empire of humans.

Interviewers Note: ''It should be noted that while the empire did not expand further into the mountains after this conflict they did manage to hold onto all the lands they had claimed prior to the conflict starting.''

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How many times is this town going to let that murderous traitor come back?<br>
Knave, War Profiteer, Cutthroat<br>
We didn't vote for that DeArchon.<br>
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Erithi dignitary in need of escort to Zul<br>
Please get me out of this town!<br>
Seek out the Adventure Guild for more Details<br>
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Lost ma Mule in the Trollsfang<br>
I thought traveling was rough before the empire showed up who the heck is in charge of the forest now?<br>
Ask for Buck in Helga's if you find the mule or know what happened to it.<br>
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Loyalty to the Town and Each other!<br>
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== '''A Northern Wind - by Dendum''' ==
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We have lost the Dragonsclaw Forest to the human empire. We have lost most of the Trollsfang Forest to the human empire. We have lost temples and we have lost land routes to the grasping hands of the empire. We have lost swamps and we have lost mountains. We have however, in the shadow of their land-theft, found purpose and determination. We have found that we are not alone though we are often surrounded by darkness we cast a light for freedom that the empire can not extinguish easily. We have found brothers and sisters, who do not share blood but do share purpose and vision. We have found honor and inspiration from those willing to walk the difficult path. A path laid down by Talbot, Black Wolves, and Yunnag-sihr.

The free wind of the north blows and with it a fresh election has ended bringing both new and old voices. Dabbings remains a stout reminder that the north endures.

The houses of Solhaven may silently promote Jovery's theft of northern lands but the voices of Icemule's council condemn it.

Look now at Icemule, who allows a half-krolvin to run demonstrating a commitment to all, then compare it to any decaying and rotten line of noble leaders in the empire. Human blooded all, and you can easily see which path offers freedom and which continues its human first policy on domination on others. Look to the north to see a coalition of people fighting for freedom and self determination. Look to the south and see the next chapter of humanities suppression of Ordlyn, Hathlyn, and Sylvan blood......thanks to Aurmont all are free to serve but still it appears only human-blood is free to lead. Watch as they trot out the Malwind as a token of proof that they are not what they clearly are. Time and again they trot out their token Hathlyn, but where is the dwarf baron? Where is the elf baron? Where is the halfling or aelotian baron? They are not to be seen, for any who dared challenge the rights of the humans were cast aside in the never ending expansion of Turamzyrr which continues even now around the walls of Wehnimer's. The dwarf baron is dead in the mines of Talador, the halfling baron had his lands stripped hundreds of years ago and was driven north, the elf baron was driven into the Wyrdeep his lands stolen and his future destroyed by Tamzyrr.

There is no honor in the lands of Tamzyrr and there can not be as long as they actively steal what is not theirs and use their armies and their magistars to claim what they have no right to claim. Those who do not condemn such thievery promote it in silence. For truly all that evil needs to grow and prosper is the cowardly silence of others.

Let us listen well to the voices of the north. Let those who wish for freedom and peace hear these voices and rejoice. Let the empire hear free voices speak...and tremble.

~ Dendum<br>
Archdruid of the North<br>
The Wind in the Willow<br>
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===Opalina===
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[[File:Opalina.png|thumbnail|center|Opalina Jalcon <br> AI art generated by Opalina uploaded with her permission[https://Midjourney.com] Midjourney.com]]

Inclusion. Unity is a natural side effect. Inclusion being, going out of my way to include town folks in events and seek advice from the people. Working on being supportive of other council views and ideas and work our best to work toward a mutually satisfying end result and not be disruptive or making sole decisions. Let those who wish to wield authority over others prove their worth!
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===Roelon===
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[[File:Roelon.png|thumbnail|center|Roelon <br> AI art generated by Roelon envisioned through the eyes of AI. Created using MidJourney by Roelon's user. Uploaded previously by author.]]

Famous for his steady hand and leadership abilities. Roelon is also known as a leader in the north, often leading people from point A to Point B. Attempts were made to contact the famous wearer of the famous kilt for a message but he was too busy with visions and saving the world. Also no one could really understand what he was saying anyway.

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===Jastalyn===
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[[File:Jastalyn2.jpg|thumbnail|center|Jastalyn created by artist Stormyrain uploaded previously with permission]]

A lot of people know me, but I still love to make new friends. I'm Jastalyn Dragorth; Chairwoman of Twilight Hall and Fenog's Regulars. I served on the very first town council, but we were called the Mayor's advirosry council at that time. When the next council was elected, we were then called the Icemule Trace Town Council. I love working with a team towards a common goal, learning individual strengths that each member can bring to the table.
<br>The reason I decided at the last moment to run for the Town Council is I felt I could bring integrity and transparency in a time when strife and doubt were all too common in our cozy town. In my leadership roles, the most useful skill I've learned is how to help bring out the best in others. Sometimes, all someone needs is an encouraging word or a helping hand in the right direction to discover their own hidden talents.
<br>My platform for this campaign was transparency and unity. I ran on those premises because I believe that's what will help elevate Icemule as we forge our way towards creating a new nation and obtaining new allies while we discover within us all the strength and teamwork like we've never presented before. I believe transparency is important if we want to succeed in our endeavors. Being on the same page, working towards the same goal, and utilitzing the strengths of all involved will bring about the change and accomplishments so many before us have only dreamed about.

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===Aliashyrah===
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[[File:Aliashyrah_Political_Portrait.png|thumbnail|center|<br>created in midjourney by Aliashyrah uploaded with permission]]

A year to an elf can often seem an almost inconsequential amount of time, but my year spent in Icemule has been one of great growth and revelation. It was within her frozen walls that I was led to my calling and met the people who would help shape my future. From curious observer to invested citizen, I have walked each day side by side with others who call Icemule home and it has brought me to this moment.
<br>I am honored that the people of Icemule have chosen me as one of their councillors. Standing with the others who make up the Council of Five, I know that we will do our best to help guide Icemule to the future that inevitably awaits her if we have the strength of will and heart to pursue that which we desire. A new Nation of the North is a lofty goal, but not out of reach for the passionate citizens of this rugged area. With strong leaders who listen to the will and voices of her people, there is nothing that is truly beyond our grasp.
<br>Even before taking my place as the newest, and arguably least known, of the councillors, I have spent countless hours investing in Icemule's future. Whether through bringing new ideas to leadership or taking others who are searching much as I once was under my wing, I strive each and every day to fulfill the calling set before me. Now, Icemule has given me her trust and utmost honor to be one of five voices that will guide and advocate for her future. I do not take this position lightly and will pour all of my passion and energy into giving Icemule everything she deserves.
<br>While the road ahead is not fully shaped, the goal is clear. With eyes always lifted up, let us join together to pursue our wild and untamed desires to build a new Nation grounded in unity. I look with breathless anticipation to the future with a firm understanding of the past, trusting that all will end up as it should be.

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===Sorlu Jae'kym Nalfein===
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Five years have passed since that unhappy day when the good People of Icemule, blinded by promises made by those at home and abroad, forgot the highest values of our past, of the North, of its honor and its freedom, and thereby lost everything. Filled with the deepest of distress, all of the best Northern men and women from all walks of life saw the unity of the Nation disintegrating in a welter of egotistical foreign political opinions and economic interests. The breakdown of the unity of heart and will of our Nation at home was followed by the collapse of its political position abroad.
<br>Driven to act on the side of change, I began my first term as a representative of all Free People, with resolution and fidelity to my oath, seeing the powerlessness of the Nation to shoulder the task of Freedom we advocated. In moments of so great importance in contemporary history, individuals can play a significant part only if they enter the scene as truly outstanding personalities.
<br>In this process, a formidable weapon used against us was that of lying, that is, of propaganda, to deceive not just the world beyond our walls but some within, with the ignoble belief that to resist is inappropriate. By these means they contrived to break the backbone of our Nation, to remove our resistance, to wear us down, and to make us prepared at last to submit to the Vaalorian yoke of monarchy.
<br>We were called upon to take over the leadership of the Nation at a moment when it did not seem to develop towards a great rise. We were given power in circumstances of the greatest conceivable pressure, the pressure of the knowledge that, by itself, everything was lost, and that, in the eyes of the noblest minds, this represented a last attempt, while in the eyes of evil-wishers it should condemn the North to final failure. Unless Icemule could be saved, by a miracle, the situation was bound to end in disaster.
<br>Yet together we were victorious, while our oppressor fled behind the Dragonspine, history forged in that monumental act of resolve that would be celebrated as The Great Humiliation.
<br>As I enter now this second term, I see ahead of us an age of rebirth, starting with the family, and including all notions of honor and loyalty, culture and economy, Nation and motherland, whether adopted or by origin, even the eternal foundations of our morals and our faiths. But if we are to experience a political and economic revival and conscientiously fulfill our duties, decisive action is required.
<br>The Council of Five will therefore regard it as its first and supreme task to restore to the Northern People unity of heart and will. It will preserve and defend the foundations on which the strength of our Nation rests.
<br>In foreign policy, The Council of Five will see its highest mission in the preservation of our People's right to an independent life and in the maintaining thereby of their Freedom. The determination of this Council to put an end to the chaotic conditions in the North is a step towards integration into the world's community of governments as a state having equal status and therefore equal rights with the rest.
<br>With persistent urgency we must hasten to achieve these goals, as from the south we have witnessed movement from the destructive and ravenous fingers of yet another Empire whose history, for hundreds of years, has been welded together solely by force, not the free will of those affected. War has followed war. One nation after another was robbed of its freedom. One state after another was shattered so that the structure which calls itself the Turamzzyrian Empire might arise.
<br>Considering how pious the outward gestures of those who deliberately, and with a cold heart, drive nation after nation into a struggle serving only their material interests, one is compelled to state that rarely has imperial hypocrisy reached such a pitch as that of the Empire today. The northern expansionistic placing of Elidal Dhenin as the Baron of Darkstone is nothing but a mask covering the continued subjugation and the oppression of both nations and individuals.
<br>The task before us is the most difficult which has faced a Northern stateman in living memory. But we all have unbounded confidence, for we believe in our Nation and in its eternal values. Farmers, workers, and heroic defenders must unite to contribute the bricks wherewith to build our new Nation, a Nation which swells as new alliances are formed and past prejudices overcome. In place of our turbulent instincts, it will see National discipline govern our life. In the process it will take into account all the institutions which are the true safeguards of the strength and power of our Nation.
<br>Let us begin, loyal to one another. May the Divine favor our work, shape our will in the right way, bless our vision and bless us with the trust of our People. We have no desire to fight for ourselves; only for the Freedom of the North.
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Lord Sorlu Jae'kym Nalfein
Town Councillor of Icemule Trace

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==Ask Lithyia==
Hold the press this weeks addition has a guest contributor '''Anonymous Anya'''
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'''Dear Lithy,'''
<br>
Hey there! I heard you're pretty good at giving advice so I need your help. See, there's this lady in Icemule that just got voted into office and boy is she pretty! The type of pretty that makes a guy like me want to keep his foot hair brushed, know what I mean? The problem is I don't think she's got the eyes for me. Not yet at least.

She recently shot me down in public, but I think she was just playing hard to get because later on I heard her say she might be willing to take me to Icewall Penitentiary. It's an odd place for a date, but beggars can't be choosers.

What advice can you give to help make sure this date is a success?

Sincerely,
Horsing Around Mule

'''Dear Horsing Around Mule'''

That does seem like an odd location for a date...I would like to suggest a better destination, one that might be better suited to your...desires. Are you at all familiar with the temples in Solhaven? There is a beautiful garden located there that might impress her and bring you some luck.

As for a bit of additional advice; bring her a lovely bouquet composed of tuberoses and make sure you are wearing emerald green.

Oh and be certain to be persistent! Sometimes you have to bring them a few socks...errr flowers, before you win them over!

Best of luck!
Lithy

'''My dear Horsing Around,'''

Yes, the Penitentiary is an odd locale for a date. May I suggest a journey to the Vipershroud near Wehnimer's Landing, where there is a lovely old temple that is welcoming of all. The travel time will provide you a chance for you and your lady love to talk, and there is considerable art throughout the temple to admire once you arrive. Don't let the swampy locale deter you, as it is the perfect metaphor for beauty thriving in the face of adversity.

Best of luck (and watch out for vipers)!

Anonymous Anya<br>
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'''Dear Lithy,'''

I had to steal some paper to write this to you so I hope you're as good with advice as people say.

You see, I like this guy but he doesn't even notice me because he is enamored with another woman. I know what you're probably going to say but hear me out! She's evil! Not just the "I should be dating him and not her" kind of evil but "might be some kind of demon" type of evil.

I don't have anything to offer him except my love and devotion, but I don't think he sees that as enough. How do I get him away from the succubus who has him under her power and get him to see that I would be so much better for him?

Please help,

Jealous but Justified

'''Dear Jealous,'''
Since my leanings for the answer to your dilemma are leading me to a desire for setting certain things on fire, I have consulted with my wise associate, Anonymous Anya. Here's what she has for you...

Lithy

'''Dear Jealous,'''
Men are blind and stupid, a fact we must all come to terms with eventually. Your best bet is to befriend this fellow so you can be there at his side when his lovely succubus eventually turns on him - nothing brings the idiots around like the pretty girl they can turn to when their love life goes south. Oh, you're not pretty? I'm sure a trip to the Spa at Silvergate Inn will help with that!

Smooches!
Anonymous Anya

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2023-08-09T03:41:37Z

DIEHLS:

{{creative-work | title = The Free North News Issue #6| type = periodical| author = Various}}

'''OOC Disclaimer: The following is about Empire, revolution, settler colonialism, and it’s many consequences. The opinions stated here are to be taken in character and should not be taken as out of character judgements. It is intended as in character rhetoric. Except that we should have a rolton cryptid. Oh and do not insert into any orifices. Or do, I’m just not legally responsible for it.'''

'''IC Disclaimer: The Black Thorns are more of a collective, and less of a organization with hierarchy and a roster. Please do not take the perspective of one member to apply to all of us.'''

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In the quaint town of Icemule Trace, nestled amidst the snowy peaks, a group of Krovlin child refugees found solace and camaraderie in their shared experiences. Their small enclave became a safe haven where they clung to their heritage, holding on to a tattered copy of the Free North News, a treasured relic from their homeland. It was a symbol of hope, a reminder that they were not alone in their struggles.

One frosty evening, as the wind howled through the narrow streets, the children gathered around a flickering hearth, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of a lantern. Wrapped in heavy furs, they huddled close, passing around the precious newspaper, their eyes wide with curiosity and fear.

"Have you heard the tale of the ManRolt?" whispered Sasha, her voice barely audible above the crackling fire. "It is said to roam these mountains, half man and half ram, with sharp horns and eyes that pierce the darkness. They say it preys on those who dare venture alone into the woods."

A shiver ran through the children as they exchanged nervous glances. But the allure of the unknown was too strong to resist, and they urged Sasha to continue.

"And then there's the Hatman," chimed in Zander, pulling his blanket closer. "He wears a vast, wide-brimmed hat that casts a shadow over his entire face. Dressed all in black, he roams the streets of Icemule Trace at night, looking for children to snatch away and take to his navy of dead Iyo kids."

The children gasped, their young minds conjuring terrifying images of the Hatman lurking in the shadows, a figure of pure malevolence.

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"But fear not, for we are united," declared Mila, the eldest among them, her voice filled with determination. "Together, we are stronger than any cryptid or dark tale. Let the ManRolt and the Hatman tremble in the face of our resilience and unity!"

Encouraged by Mila's words, the children clung to one another, finding strength in their bond. They knew the world beyond Ice Mule Trace could be harsh and unforgiving, but here, in the heart of their newfound community, they had each other's backs.

As the night wore on, the stories grew more daring, and laughter replaced fear. They retold legends of their homeland, weaving threads of their past into the tapestry of their present. The Free North News became a shared emblem of their hope, a testament to their resilience, and a promise of a better future.

==News for the North==
News for the North
* The Aelotoi Celebrate: there continues to be no cure found for their Kiramon induced condition but rumors abound of a new faction as the Aelotian people gather in celebration and remembrance.
* Ta'illistim In Turmoil: Odd rumors flow across the mountain of missing people and closed shops. Travel with caution going east.
* Ta'valor Trembles: Bandits and Pirates have been troubling the Crimson Legion. Travel with caution going even further east.
* Krolvin in Chaos: What is going on in the western waters? Krolvin sightings increase and there are reports the northern section of the island was seen in ruins. Icemule led a brave rescue effort to save what they could.
* Envoys Elected: The Landing has elected new envoys. The Empire is bewildered how anyone can get a position without nepotism or graft.
* Pirates Pierced: Infamous Ship Captain Bodohal is said to have fallen into some vines and died....shame. He left behind a bunch of terrible plans and questions for Torre.
* Icemule Selects the Elects: Dabbings remains as head of Icemule! A new council supports him with some familiar faces!
* Empire's New Weapon- Rumors criss cross the west the empire is building some new super weapon, no one who remembers Talador is suprised. <br>
==Letters to the FNN==
To the Editor <br>
Since the very day we declared our intentions to shake free of the Turamzzyrian yoke, there have
been those who seek to oppose us.<br>
We have been criticized and ridiculed for our beliefs. We have been falsely labeled as terrorists
and cowards. Banned from establishments and exiled from events. Lies have been spread that we
stalk citizens in the night, posing a threat to the safety of a people we have never wished ill
on. <br>
Yet we have endured. The dream of a people deciding their own path free from the grasping claws of
a nation steeped in a history of violence and hate still lives. We will not simply give up and
fade away as some have so vocally wished in our presence. <br>
Corrupt merchants, bought politicians, and any others so desperate to taste the leather of
Imperial boots that they would throw aside all sense can be forewarned. We hear your words and we
do not forget them. Now hear ours.<br>
Freedom in the North.
Anonymous Thorn

- This sounds like Wisdom -D

To the Editor,<br>
Hello Sir or Lady and blessings of the Arkati upon you. I want to thank you for this publication
and all the news it brings to us normal folk.<br>
Many of us normal folk here in Icemule are quite scared about our future. Not only do we have a
volcano and krolvin to deal with, but worse of all we have to deal with a known traitor, Opalina,
somehow making it back on the town council! And Talliver was voted back in too even after letting
her off the hook! <br>
How will we, or our new nation, ever flourish if we keep allowing these corrupt politicians to run
our lives? Something must be done before it's too late!<br>
A Concerned Icemulian

- Elections matter...perhaps should win an election? -D
== '''Kragsfell - A Tale of Empire''' ==
Interview by Aubron
The following interview took place in Koaratos in 5123 more than half a year into the empire’s aggressive expansion and Earl Jovery’s decree for the creation of a new barony in the north.
[[File:KragsfellFNN1.png|300px|thumb|left|Battle of Kragsfell, created in midjourney, by player of Dendum uploaded with permission]]
[[File:KragsfellFNN3.png|200px|thumb|left|Battle of Kragsfell Kindred on the Move, created in midjourney, by player of Dendum, uploaded with permission]]
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'''Aubron of Talador''': Greetings, fellow travelers! Today, we delve into the fascinating history of the Battle of [[Kragsfell]], a significant conflict that unfolded in the DragonSpine mountain range many years ago. Joining us is Dendum of the Wendwillows, a resident of the northern border regions.

Before we dive into the [[ Giantkin_History#Part_IV:_Kragsfell | battle itself ]], could you provide some context for our audience? How did this conflict with the imperial army start?

'''Dendum''' : T'Kirem Bear Clan lived in Shartenal mountains for generations. The human empire, ever expanding, came and in ignorance pushed onto the lands of others, as they tend to do even to this day. At first the Kindred did not believe the empire would be so bold and moved carefully so as not to provoke the humans, however the empire attacked with full force.

'''Aubron of Talador''': The Baloran tribe seemed to be initially surprised by the human presence. How did the conflict escalate, and how did they come to establish Kragsfell Fortress?

'''Dendum''' : Chieftain T'Syranak sought knowledge after that first unprovoked attack. After being attacked by the Sun Throne took time and collected much information. Fought for years, led humans deeper into the mountains to Kragsfell. This process took years, one does not drive an empire out overnight.

'''Aubron of Talador''': Fascinating strategy! It seems Kragsfell became a pivotal point in the conflict. What led to the ultimate defeat of the imperial army?

'''Dendum''': Yunnag-sihr, a leader given by the great spirits, attacked. Clever plan, surprise attack, drove humans out. You see the wisdom of this leader in using the scouts and knowing where and when to strike. The human empire often finds failure when confronted with more than shields and children to clash against.

'''Aubron of Talador''': Victory, however, came at a great price. The war continued for almost a hundred years, and even though the T'Kirem couldn't fully defeat the imperial army, the humans couldn't conquer the giants either. How did the conflict eventually come to an end?

'''Dendum''': War continued. Krulgon, new chief did not listen to scouts and drove them away with his arrogance he did not have the wisdom of his father or the patience of his ancestors, faced defeat. However even then the kindred blood proved true and wisdom finally arrived to young Krulgon. Used terrain to prevent loss. War ended in a draw.

'''Aubron''': It's a bittersweet tale of struggle and resilience. With the conflict finally over, what became of the T'Kirem Bear Clan and the Kragsfell Fortress?

'''Dendum''': Others tribes left Krulgon and Krulgon moved tribe home. Clash ended, peace found. The empire stopped expanding in that direction.

'''Aubron of Talador''': Thank you, Dendum, for sharing this remarkable story of the Battle of Kragsfell and the T'Kirem Bear Clan's courage and determination. Why have you been studying such tales and do you think there are any lessons for the empire’s current invasion to the north?

'''Dendum''': Yes, whether it is to the south or the east or now the north you can see the human empire is always looking to grab the lands of others, always expanding. But you can also see that with determination and will that they can be stopped and held back. The Faendryl stopped them the T’Kirem Bear Clan stopped them, the North can also stop them. A hundred years it may take but they can be stopped and will be stopped until the blood lust and land-greed-sickness leaves them and they learn to live in peace with their neighbors.

This new expansion is normal for an empire that has never respected the non-humans around it and, spirits willing, they will learn one day to tend to their own lands and let others live in peace.

We pray to the Great Spirits that one day we can study something less annoying than the empire of humans.

Interviewers Note: ''It should be noted that while the empire did not expand further into the mountains after this conflict they did manage to hold onto all the lands they had claimed prior to the conflict starting.''

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How many times is this town going to let that murderous traitor come back?<br>
Knave, War Profiteer, Cutthroat<br>
We didn't vote for that DeArchon.<br>
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Erithi dignitary in need of escort to Zul<br>
Please get me out of this town!<br>
Seek out the Adventure Guild for more Details<br>
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Lost ma Mule in the Trollsfang<br>
I thought traveling was rough before the empire showed up who the heck is in charge of the forest now?<br>
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== '''A Northern Wind - by Dendum''' ==
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We have lost the Dragonsclaw Forest to the human empire. We have lost most of the Trollsfang Forest to the human empire. We have lost temples and we have lost land routes to the grasping hands of the empire. We have lost swamps and we have lost mountains. We have however, in the shadow of their land-theft, found purpose and determination. We have found that we are not alone though we are often surrounded by darkness we cast a light for freedom that the empire can not extinguish easily. We have found brothers and sisters, who do not share blood but do share purpose and vision. We have found honor and inspiration from those willing to walk the difficult path. A path laid down by Talbot, Black Wolves, and Yunnag-sihr.

The free wind of the north blows and with it a fresh election has ended bringing both new and old voices. Dabbings remains a stout reminder that the north endures.

The houses of Solhaven may silently promote Jovery's theft of northern lands but the voices of Icemule's council condemn it.

Look now at Icemule, who allows a half-krolvin to run demonstrating a commitment to all, then compare it to any decaying and rotten line of noble leaders in the empire. Human blooded all, and you can easily see which path offers freedom and which continues its human first policy on domination on others. Look to the north to see a coalition of people fighting for freedom and self determination. Look to the south and see the next chapter of humanities suppression of Ordlyn, Hathlyn, and Sylvan blood......thanks to Aurmont all are free to serve but still it appears only human-blood is free to lead. Watch as they trot out the Malwind as a token of proof that they are not what they clearly are. Time and again they trot out their token Hathlyn, but where is the dwarf baron? Where is the elf baron? Where is the halfling or aelotian baron? They are not to be seen, for any who dared challenge the rights of the humans were cast aside in the never ending expansion of Turamzyrr which continues even now around the walls of Wehnimer's. The dwarf baron is dead in the mines of Talador, the halfling baron had his lands stripped hundreds of years ago and was driven north, the elf baron was driven into the Wyrdeep his lands stolen and his future destroyed by Tamzyrr.

There is no honor in the lands of Tamzyrr and there can not be as long as they actively steal what is not theirs and use their armies and their magistars to claim what they have no right to claim. Those who do not condemn such thievery promote it in silence. For truly all that evil needs to grow and prosper is the cowardly silence of others.

Let us listen well to the voices of the north. Let those who wish for freedom and peace hear these voices and rejoice. Let the empire hear free voices speak...and tremble.

~ Dendum<br>
Archdruid of the North<br>
The Wind in the Willow<br>
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===Opalina===
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[[File:Opalina.png|thumbnail|center|Opalina Jalcon <br> AI art generated by Opalina uploaded with her permission[https://Midjourney.com] Midjourney.com]]

Inclusion. Unity is a natural side effect. Inclusion being, going out of my way to include town folks in events and seek advice from the people. Working on being supportive of other council views and ideas and work our best to work toward a mutually satisfying end result and not be disruptive or making sole decisions. Let those who wish to wield authority over others prove their worth!
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===Roelon===
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[[File:Roelon.png|thumbnail|center|Roelon <br> AI art generated by Roelon envisioned through the eyes of AI. Created using MidJourney by Roelon's user. Uploaded previously by author.]]

Famous for his steady hand and leadership abilities. Roelon is also known as a leader in the north, often leading people from point A to Point B. Attempts were made to contact the famous wearer of the famous kilt for a message but he was too busy with visions and saving the world. Also no one could really understand what he was saying anyway.

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===Jastalyn===
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[[File:Jastalyn2.jpg|thumbnail|center|Jastalyn created by artist Stormyrain uploaded previously with permission]]

A lot of people know me, but I still love to make new friends. I'm Jastalyn Dragorth; Chairwoman of Twilight Hall and Fenog's Regulars. I served on the very first town council, but we were called the Mayor's advirosry council at that time. When the next council was elected, we were then called the Icemule Trace Town Council. I love working with a team towards a common goal, learning individual strengths that each member can bring to the table.
<br>The reason I decided at the last moment to run for the Town Council is I felt I could bring integrity and transparency in a time when strife and doubt were all too common in our cozy town. In my leadership roles, the most useful skill I've learned is how to help bring out the best in others. Sometimes, all someone needs is an encouraging word or a helping hand in the right direction to discover their own hidden talents.
<br>My platform for this campaign was transparency and unity. I ran on those premises because I believe that's what will help elevate Icemule as we forge our way towards creating a new nation and obtaining new allies while we discover within us all the strength and teamwork like we've never presented before. I believe transparency is important if we want to succeed in our endeavors. Being on the same page, working towards the same goal, and utilitzing the strengths of all involved will bring about the change and accomplishments so many before us have only dreamed about.

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===Aliashyrah===
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[[File:Aliashyrah_Political_Portrait.png|thumbnail|center|<br>created in midjourney by Aliashyrah uploaded with permission]]

A year to an elf can often seem an almost inconsequential amount of time, but my year spent in Icemule has been one of great growth and revelation. It was within her frozen walls that I was led to my calling and met the people who would help shape my future. From curious observer to invested citizen, I have walked each day side by side with others who call Icemule home and it has brought me to this moment.
<br>I am honored that the people of Icemule have chosen me as one of their councillors. Standing with the others who make up the Council of Five, I know that we will do our best to help guide Icemule to the future that inevitably awaits her if we have the strength of will and heart to pursue that which we desire. A new Nation of the North is a lofty goal, but not out of reach for the passionate citizens of this rugged area. With strong leaders who listen to the will and voices of her people, there is nothing that is truly beyond our grasp.
<br>Even before taking my place as the newest, and arguably least known, of the councillors, I have spent countless hours investing in Icemule's future. Whether through bringing new ideas to leadership or taking others who are searching much as I once was under my wing, I strive each and every day to fulfill the calling set before me. Now, Icemule has given me her trust and utmost honor to be one of five voices that will guide and advocate for her future. I do not take this position lightly and will pour all of my passion and energy into giving Icemule everything she deserves.
<br>While the road ahead is not fully shaped, the goal is clear. With eyes always lifted up, let us join together to pursue our wild and untamed desires to build a new Nation grounded in unity. I look with breathless anticipation to the future with a firm understanding of the past, trusting that all will end up as it should be.

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===Sorlu Jae'kym Nalfein===
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Five years have passed since that unhappy day when the good People of Icemule, blinded by promises made by those at home and abroad, forgot the highest values of our past, of the North, of its honor and its freedom, and thereby lost everything. Filled with the deepest of distress, all of the best Northern men and women from all walks of life saw the unity of the Nation disintegrating in a welter of egotistical foreign political opinions and economic interests. The breakdown of the unity of heart and will of our Nation at home was followed by the collapse of its political position abroad.
<br>Driven to act on the side of change, I began my first term as a representative of all Free People, with resolution and fidelity to my oath, seeing the powerlessness of the Nation to shoulder the task of Freedom we advocated. In moments of so great importance in contemporary history, individuals can play a significant part only if they enter the scene as truly outstanding personalities.
<br>In this process, a formidable weapon used against us was that of lying, that is, of propaganda, to deceive not just the world beyond our walls but some within, with the ignoble belief that to resist is inappropriate. By these means they contrived to break the backbone of our Nation, to remove our resistance, to wear us down, and to make us prepared at last to submit to the Vaalorian yoke of monarchy.
<br>We were called upon to take over the leadership of the Nation at a moment when it did not seem to develop towards a great rise. We were given power in circumstances of the greatest conceivable pressure, the pressure of the knowledge that, by itself, everything was lost, and that, in the eyes of the noblest minds, this represented a last attempt, while in the eyes of evil-wishers it should condemn the North to final failure. Unless Icemule could be saved, by a miracle, the situation was bound to end in disaster.
<br>Yet together we were victorious, while our oppressor fled behind the Dragonspine, history forged in that monumental act of resolve that would be celebrated as The Great Humiliation.
<br>As I enter now this second term, I see ahead of us an age of rebirth, starting with the family, and including all notions of honor and loyalty, culture and economy, Nation and motherland, whether adopted or by origin, even the eternal foundations of our morals and our faiths. But if we are to experience a political and economic revival and conscientiously fulfill our duties, decisive action is required.
<br>The Council of Five will therefore regard it as its first and supreme task to restore to the Northern People unity of heart and will. It will preserve and defend the foundations on which the strength of our Nation rests.
<br>In foreign policy, The Council of Five will see its highest mission in the preservation of our People's right to an independent life and in the maintaining thereby of their Freedom. The determination of this Council to put an end to the chaotic conditions in the North is a step towards integration into the world's community of governments as a state having equal status and therefore equal rights with the rest.
<br>With persistent urgency we must hasten to achieve these goals, as from the south we have witnessed movement from the destructive and ravenous fingers of yet another Empire whose history, for hundreds of years, has been welded together solely by force, not the free will of those affected. War has followed war. One nation after another was robbed of its freedom. One state after another was shattered so that the structure which calls itself the Turamzzyrian Empire might arise.
<br>Considering how pious the outward gestures of those who deliberately, and with a cold heart, drive nation after nation into a struggle serving only their material interests, one is compelled to state that rarely has imperial hypocrisy reached such a pitch as that of the Empire today. The northern expansionistic placing of Elidal Dhenin as the Baron of Darkstone is nothing but a mask covering the continued subjugation and the oppression of both nations and individuals.
<br>The task before us is the most difficult which has faced a Northern stateman in living memory. But we all have unbounded confidence, for we believe in our Nation and in its eternal values. Farmers, workers, and heroic defenders must unite to contribute the bricks wherewith to build our new Nation, a Nation which swells as new alliances are formed and past prejudices overcome. In place of our turbulent instincts, it will see National discipline govern our life. In the process it will take into account all the institutions which are the true safeguards of the strength and power of our Nation.
<br>Let us begin, loyal to one another. May the Divine favor our work, shape our will in the right way, bless our vision and bless us with the trust of our People. We have no desire to fight for ourselves; only for the Freedom of the North.
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Lord Sorlu Jae'kym Nalfein
Town Councillor of Icemule Trace

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==Ask Lithyia==
Hold the press this weeks addition has a guest contributor '''Anonymous Anya'''
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'''Dear Lithy,'''
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Hey there! I heard you're pretty good at giving advice so I need your help. See, there's this lady in Icemule that just got voted into office and boy is she pretty! The type of pretty that makes a guy like me want to keep his foot hair brushed, know what I mean? The problem is I don't think she's got the eyes for me. Not yet at least.

She recently shot me down in public, but I think she was just playing hard to get because later on I heard her say she might be willing to take me to Icewall Penitentiary. It's an odd place for a date, but beggars can't be choosers.

What advice can you give to help make sure this date is a success?

Sincerely,
Horsing Around Mule

'''Dear Horsing Around Mule'''

That does seem like an odd location for a date...I would like to suggest a better destination, one that might be better suited to your...desires. Are you at all familiar with the temples in Solhaven? There is a beautiful garden located there that might impress her and bring you some luck.

As for a bit of additional advice; bring her a lovely bouquet composed of tuberoses and make sure you are wearing emerald green.

Oh and be certain to be persistent! Sometimes you have to bring them a few socks...errr flowers, before you win them over!

Best of luck!
Lithy

'''My dear Horsing Around,'''

Yes, the Penitentiary is an odd locale for a date. May I suggest a journey to the Vipershroud near Wehnimer's Landing, where there is a lovely old temple that is welcoming of all. The travel time will provide you a chance for you and your lady love to talk, and there is considerable art throughout the temple to admire once you arrive. Don't let the swampy locale deter you, as it is the perfect metaphor for beauty thriving in the face of adversity.

Best of luck (and watch out for vipers)!

Anonymous Anya<br>
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'''Dear Lithy,'''

I had to steal some paper to write this to you so I hope you're as good with advice as people say.

You see, I like this guy but he doesn't even notice me because he is enamored with another woman. I know what you're probably going to say but hear me out! She's evil! Not just the "I should be dating him and not her" kind of evil but "might be some kind of demon" type of evil.

I don't have anything to offer him except my love and devotion, but I don't think he sees that as enough. How do I get him away from the succubus who has him under her power and get him to see that I would be so much better for him?

Please help,

Jealous but Justified

'''Dear Jealous,'''
Since my leanings for the answer to your dilemma are leading me to a desire for setting certain things on fire, I have consulted with my wise associate, Anonymous Anya. Here's what she has for you...

Lithy

'''Dear Jealous,'''
Men are blind and stupid, a fact we must all come to terms with eventually. Your best bet is to befriend this fellow so you can be there at his side when his lovely succubus eventually turns on him - nothing brings the idiots around like the pretty girl they can turn to when their love life goes south. Oh, you're not pretty? I'm sure a trip to the Spa at Silvergate Inn will help with that!

Smooches!
Anonymous Anya

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{{creative-work | title = The Free North News Issue #6| type = periodical| author = Various}}

'''OOC Disclaimer: The following is about Empire, revolution, settler colonialism, and it’s many consequences. The opinions stated here are to be taken in character and should not be taken as out of character judgements. It is intended as in character rhetoric. Except that we should have a rolton cryptid. Oh and do not insert into any orifices. Or do, I’m just not legally responsible for it.'''

'''IC Disclaimer: The Black Thorns are more of a collective, and less of a organization with hierarchy and a roster. Please do not take the perspective of one member to apply to all of us.'''
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In the quaint town of Icemule Trace, nestled amidst the snowy peaks, a group of Krovlin child refugees found solace and camaraderie in their shared experiences. Their small enclave became a safe haven where they clung to their heritage, holding on to a tattered copy of the Free North News, a treasured relic from their homeland. It was a symbol of hope, a reminder that they were not alone in their struggles.

One frosty evening, as the wind howled through the narrow streets, the children gathered around a flickering hearth, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of a lantern. Wrapped in heavy furs, they huddled close, passing around the precious newspaper, their eyes wide with curiosity and fear.

"Have you heard the tale of the ManRolt?" whispered Sasha, her voice barely audible above the crackling fire. "It is said to roam these mountains, half man and half ram, with sharp horns and eyes that pierce the darkness. They say it preys on those who dare venture alone into the woods."

A shiver ran through the children as they exchanged nervous glances. But the allure of the unknown was too strong to resist, and they urged Sasha to continue.

"And then there's the Hatman," chimed in Zander, pulling his blanket closer. "He wears a vast, wide-brimmed hat that casts a shadow over his entire face. Dressed all in black, he roams the streets of Icemule Trace at night, looking for children to snatch away and take to his navy of dead Iyo kids."

The children gasped, their young minds conjuring terrifying images of the Hatman lurking in the shadows, a figure of pure malevolence.

"But fear not, for we are united," declared Mila, the eldest among them, her voice filled with determination. "Together, we are stronger than any cryptid or dark tale. Let the ManRolt and the Hatman tremble in the face of our resilience and unity!"

Encouraged by Mila's words, the children clung to one another, finding strength in their bond. They knew the world beyond Ice Mule Trace could be harsh and unforgiving, but here, in the heart of their newfound community, they had each other's backs.

As the night wore on, the stories grew more daring, and laughter replaced fear. They retold legends of their homeland, weaving threads of their past into the tapestry of their present. The Free North News became a shared emblem of their hope, a testament to their resilience, and a promise of a better future.

==News for the North==
News for the North
* The Aelotoi Celebrate: there continues to be no cure found for their Kiramon induced condition but rumors abound of a new faction as the Aelotian people gather in celebration and remembrance.
* Ta'illistim In Turmoil: Odd rumors flow across the mountain of missing people and closed shops. Travel with caution going east.
* Ta'valor Trembles: Bandits and Pirates have been troubling the Crimson Legion. Travel with caution going even further east.
* Krolvin in Chaos: What is going on in the western waters? Krolvin sightings increase and there are reports the northern section of the island was seen in ruins. Icemule led a brave rescue effort to save what they could.
* Envoys Elected: The Landing has elected new envoys. The Empire is bewildered how anyone can get a position without nepotism or graft.
* Pirates Pierced: Infamous Ship Captain Bodohal is said to have fallen into some vines and died....shame. He left behind a bunch of terrible plans and questions for Torre.
* Icemule Selects the Elects: Dabbings remains as head of Icemule! A new council supports him with some familiar faces!
* Empire's New Weapon- Rumors criss cross the west the empire is building some new super weapon, no one who remembers Talador is suprised. <br>
==Letters to the FNN==
To the Editor <br>
Since the very day we declared our intentions to shake free of the Turamzzyrian yoke, there have
been those who seek to oppose us.<br>
We have been criticized and ridiculed for our beliefs. We have been falsely labeled as terrorists
and cowards. Banned from establishments and exiled from events. Lies have been spread that we
stalk citizens in the night, posing a threat to the safety of a people we have never wished ill
on. <br>
Yet we have endured. The dream of a people deciding their own path free from the grasping claws of
a nation steeped in a history of violence and hate still lives. We will not simply give up and
fade away as some have so vocally wished in our presence. <br>
Corrupt merchants, bought politicians, and any others so desperate to taste the leather of
Imperial boots that they would throw aside all sense can be forewarned. We hear your words and we
do not forget them. Now hear ours.<br>
Freedom in the North.
Anonymous Thorn

- This sounds like Wisdom -D

To the Editor,<br>
Hello Sir or Lady and blessings of the Arkati upon you. I want to thank you for this publication
and all the news it brings to us normal folk.<br>
Many of us normal folk here in Icemule are quite scared about our future. Not only do we have a
volcano and krolvin to deal with, but worse of all we have to deal with a known traitor, Opalina,
somehow making it back on the town council! And Talliver was voted back in too even after letting
her off the hook! <br>
How will we, or our new nation, ever flourish if we keep allowing these corrupt politicians to run
our lives? Something must be done before it's too late!<br>
A Concerned Icemulian

- Elections matter...perhaps should win an election? -D
== '''Kragsfell - A Tale of Empire''' ==
Interview by Aubron
The following interview took place in Koaratos in 5123 more than half a year into the empire’s aggressive expansion and Earl Jovery’s decree for the creation of a new barony in the north.
[[File:KragsfellFNN1.png|300px|thumb|left|Battle of Kragsfell, created in midjourney, by player of Dendum uploaded with permission]]
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'''Aubron of Talador''': Greetings, fellow travelers! Today, we delve into the fascinating history of the Battle of [[Kragsfell]], a significant conflict that unfolded in the DragonSpine mountain range many years ago. Joining us is Dendum of the Wendwillows, a resident of the northern border regions.

Before we dive into the [[ Giantkin_History#Part_IV:_Kragsfell | battle itself ]], could you provide some context for our audience? How did this conflict with the imperial army start?

'''Dendum''' : T'Kirem Bear Clan lived in Shartenal mountains for generations. The human empire, ever expanding, came and in ignorance pushed onto the lands of others, as they tend to do even to this day. At first the Kindred did not believe the empire would be so bold and moved carefully so as not to provoke the humans, however the empire attacked with full force.

'''Aubron of Talador''': The Baloran tribe seemed to be initially surprised by the human presence. How did the conflict escalate, and how did they come to establish Kragsfell Fortress?

'''Dendum''' : Chieftain T'Syranak sought knowledge after that first unprovoked attack. After being attacked by the Sun Throne took time and collected much information. Fought for years, led humans deeper into the mountains to Kragsfell. This process took years, one does not drive an empire out overnight.

'''Aubron of Talador''': Fascinating strategy! It seems Kragsfell became a pivotal point in the conflict. What led to the ultimate defeat of the imperial army?

'''Dendum''': Yunnag-sihr, a leader given by the great spirits, attacked. Clever plan, surprise attack, drove humans out. You see the wisdom of this leader in using the scouts and knowing where and when to strike. The human empire often finds failure when confronted with more than shields and children to clash against.

'''Aubron of Talador''': Victory, however, came at a great price. The war continued for almost a hundred years, and even though the T'Kirem couldn't fully defeat the imperial army, the humans couldn't conquer the giants either. How did the conflict eventually come to an end?

'''Dendum''': War continued. Krulgon, new chief did not listen to scouts and drove them away with his arrogance he did not have the wisdom of his father or the patience of his ancestors, faced defeat. However even then the kindred blood proved true and wisdom finally arrived to young Krulgon. Used terrain to prevent loss. War ended in a draw.

'''Aubron''': It's a bittersweet tale of struggle and resilience. With the conflict finally over, what became of the T'Kirem Bear Clan and the Kragsfell Fortress?

'''Dendum''': Others tribes left Krulgon and Krulgon moved tribe home. Clash ended, peace found. The empire stopped expanding in that direction.

'''Aubron of Talador''': Thank you, Dendum, for sharing this remarkable story of the Battle of Kragsfell and the T'Kirem Bear Clan's courage and determination. Why have you been studying such tales and do you think there are any lessons for the empire’s current invasion to the north?

'''Dendum''': Yes, whether it is to the south or the east or now the north you can see the human empire is always looking to grab the lands of others, always expanding. But you can also see that with determination and will that they can be stopped and held back. The Faendryl stopped them the T’Kirem Bear Clan stopped them, the North can also stop them. A hundred years it may take but they can be stopped and will be stopped until the blood lust and land-greed-sickness leaves them and they learn to live in peace with their neighbors.

This new expansion is normal for an empire that has never respected the non-humans around it and, spirits willing, they will learn one day to tend to their own lands and let others live in peace.

We pray to the Great Spirits that one day we can study something less annoying than the empire of humans.

Interviewers Note: ''It should be noted that while the empire did not expand further into the mountains after this conflict they did manage to hold onto all the lands they had claimed prior to the conflict starting.''

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How many times is this town going to let that murderous traitor come back?<br>
Knave, War Profiteer, Cutthroat<br>
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Erithi dignitary in need of escort to Zul<br>
Please get me out of this town!<br>
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Lost ma Mule in the Trollsfang<br>
I thought traveling was rough before the empire showed up who the heck is in charge of the forest now?<br>
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== '''A Northern Wind - by Dendum''' ==
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We have lost the Dragonsclaw Forest to the human empire. We have lost most of the Trollsfang Forest to the human empire. We have lost temples and we have lost land routes to the grasping hands of the empire. We have lost swamps and we have lost mountains. We have however, in the shadow of their land-theft, found purpose and determination. We have found that we are not alone though we are often surrounded by darkness we cast a light for freedom that the empire can not extinguish easily. We have found brothers and sisters, who do not share blood but do share purpose and vision. We have found honor and inspiration from those willing to walk the difficult path. A path laid down by Talbot, Black Wolves, and Yunnag-sihr.

The free wind of the north blows and with it a fresh election has ended bringing both new and old voices. Dabbings remains a stout reminder that the north endures.

The houses of Solhaven may silently promote Jovery's theft of northern lands but the voices of Icemule's council condemn it.

Look now at Icemule, who allows a half-krolvin to run demonstrating a commitment to all, then compare it to any decaying and rotten line of noble leaders in the empire. Human blooded all, and you can easily see which path offers freedom and which continues its human first policy on domination on others. Look to the north to see a coalition of people fighting for freedom and self determination. Look to the south and see the next chapter of humanities suppression of Ordlyn, Hathlyn, and Sylvan blood......thanks to Aurmont all are free to serve but still it appears only human-blood is free to lead. Watch as they trot out the Malwind as a token of proof that they are not what they clearly are. Time and again they trot out their token Hathlyn, but where is the dwarf baron? Where is the elf baron? Where is the halfling or aelotian baron? They are not to be seen, for any who dared challenge the rights of the humans were cast aside in the never ending expansion of Turamzyrr which continues even now around the walls of Wehnimer's. The dwarf baron is dead in the mines of Talador, the halfling baron had his lands stripped hundreds of years ago and was driven north, the elf baron was driven into the Wyrdeep his lands stolen and his future destroyed by Tamzyrr.

There is no honor in the lands of Tamzyrr and there can not be as long as they actively steal what is not theirs and use their armies and their magistars to claim what they have no right to claim. Those who do not condemn such thievery promote it in silence. For truly all that evil needs to grow and prosper is the cowardly silence of others.

Let us listen well to the voices of the north. Let those who wish for freedom and peace hear these voices and rejoice. Let the empire hear free voices speak...and tremble.

~ Dendum<br>
Archdruid of the North<br>
The Wind in the Willow<br>
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===Opalina===
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[[File:Opalina.png|thumbnail|center|Opalina Jalcon <br> AI art generated by Opalina uploaded with her permission[https://Midjourney.com] Midjourney.com]]

Inclusion. Unity is a natural side effect. Inclusion being, going out of my way to include town folks in events and seek advice from the people. Working on being supportive of other council views and ideas and work our best to work toward a mutually satisfying end result and not be disruptive or making sole decisions. Let those who wish to wield authority over others prove their worth!
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===Roelon===
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[[File:Roelon.png|thumbnail|center|Roelon <br> AI art generated by Roelon envisioned through the eyes of AI. Created using MidJourney by Roelon's user. Uploaded previously by author.]]

Famous for his steady hand and leadership abilities. Roelon is also known as a leader in the north, often leading people from point A to Point B. Attempts were made to contact the famous wearer of the famous kilt for a message but he was too busy with visions and saving the world. Also no one could really understand what he was saying anyway.

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===Jastalyn===
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[[File:Jastalyn2.jpg|thumbnail|center|Jastalyn created by artist Stormyrain uploaded previously with permission]]

A lot of people know me, but I still love to make new friends. I'm Jastalyn Dragorth; Chairwoman of Twilight Hall and Fenog's Regulars. I served on the very first town council, but we were called the Mayor's advirosry council at that time. When the next council was elected, we were then called the Icemule Trace Town Council. I love working with a team towards a common goal, learning individual strengths that each member can bring to the table.
<br>The reason I decided at the last moment to run for the Town Council is I felt I could bring integrity and transparency in a time when strife and doubt were all too common in our cozy town. In my leadership roles, the most useful skill I've learned is how to help bring out the best in others. Sometimes, all someone needs is an encouraging word or a helping hand in the right direction to discover their own hidden talents.
<br>My platform for this campaign was transparency and unity. I ran on those premises because I believe that's what will help elevate Icemule as we forge our way towards creating a new nation and obtaining new allies while we discover within us all the strength and teamwork like we've never presented before. I believe transparency is important if we want to succeed in our endeavors. Being on the same page, working towards the same goal, and utilitzing the strengths of all involved will bring about the change and accomplishments so many before us have only dreamed about.

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===Aliashyrah===
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A year to an elf can often seem an almost inconsequential amount of time, but my year spent in Icemule has been one of great growth and revelation. It was within her frozen walls that I was led to my calling and met the people who would help shape my future. From curious observer to invested citizen, I have walked each day side by side with others who call Icemule home and it has brought me to this moment.
<br>I am honored that the people of Icemule have chosen me as one of their councillors. Standing with the others who make up the Council of Five, I know that we will do our best to help guide Icemule to the future that inevitably awaits her if we have the strength of will and heart to pursue that which we desire. A new Nation of the North is a lofty goal, but not out of reach for the passionate citizens of this rugged area. With strong leaders who listen to the will and voices of her people, there is nothing that is truly beyond our grasp.
<br>Even before taking my place as the newest, and arguably least known, of the councillors, I have spent countless hours investing in Icemule's future. Whether through bringing new ideas to leadership or taking others who are searching much as I once was under my wing, I strive each and every day to fulfill the calling set before me. Now, Icemule has given me her trust and utmost honor to be one of five voices that will guide and advocate for her future. I do not take this position lightly and will pour all of my passion and energy into giving Icemule everything she deserves.
<br>While the road ahead is not fully shaped, the goal is clear. With eyes always lifted up, let us join together to pursue our wild and untamed desires to build a new Nation grounded in unity. I look with breathless anticipation to the future with a firm understanding of the past, trusting that all will end up as it should be.

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===Sorlu Jae'kym Nalfein===
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Five years have passed since that unhappy day when the good People of Icemule, blinded by promises made by those at home and abroad, forgot the highest values of our past, of the North, of its honor and its freedom, and thereby lost everything. Filled with the deepest of distress, all of the best Northern men and women from all walks of life saw the unity of the Nation disintegrating in a welter of egotistical foreign political opinions and economic interests. The breakdown of the unity of heart and will of our Nation at home was followed by the collapse of its political position abroad.
<br>Driven to act on the side of change, I began my first term as a representative of all Free People, with resolution and fidelity to my oath, seeing the powerlessness of the Nation to shoulder the task of Freedom we advocated. In moments of so great importance in contemporary history, individuals can play a significant part only if they enter the scene as truly outstanding personalities.
<br>In this process, a formidable weapon used against us was that of lying, that is, of propaganda, to deceive not just the world beyond our walls but some within, with the ignoble belief that to resist is inappropriate. By these means they contrived to break the backbone of our Nation, to remove our resistance, to wear us down, and to make us prepared at last to submit to the Vaalorian yoke of monarchy.
<br>We were called upon to take over the leadership of the Nation at a moment when it did not seem to develop towards a great rise. We were given power in circumstances of the greatest conceivable pressure, the pressure of the knowledge that, by itself, everything was lost, and that, in the eyes of the noblest minds, this represented a last attempt, while in the eyes of evil-wishers it should condemn the North to final failure. Unless Icemule could be saved, by a miracle, the situation was bound to end in disaster.
<br>Yet together we were victorious, while our oppressor fled behind the Dragonspine, history forged in that monumental act of resolve that would be celebrated as The Great Humiliation.
<br>As I enter now this second term, I see ahead of us an age of rebirth, starting with the family, and including all notions of honor and loyalty, culture and economy, Nation and motherland, whether adopted or by origin, even the eternal foundations of our morals and our faiths. But if we are to experience a political and economic revival and conscientiously fulfill our duties, decisive action is required.
<br>The Council of Five will therefore regard it as its first and supreme task to restore to the Northern People unity of heart and will. It will preserve and defend the foundations on which the strength of our Nation rests.
<br>In foreign policy, The Council of Five will see its highest mission in the preservation of our People's right to an independent life and in the maintaining thereby of their Freedom. The determination of this Council to put an end to the chaotic conditions in the North is a step towards integration into the world's community of governments as a state having equal status and therefore equal rights with the rest.
<br>With persistent urgency we must hasten to achieve these goals, as from the south we have witnessed movement from the destructive and ravenous fingers of yet another Empire whose history, for hundreds of years, has been welded together solely by force, not the free will of those affected. War has followed war. One nation after another was robbed of its freedom. One state after another was shattered so that the structure which calls itself the Turamzzyrian Empire might arise.
<br>Considering how pious the outward gestures of those who deliberately, and with a cold heart, drive nation after nation into a struggle serving only their material interests, one is compelled to state that rarely has imperial hypocrisy reached such a pitch as that of the Empire today. The northern expansionistic placing of Elidal Dhenin as the Baron of Darkstone is nothing but a mask covering the continued subjugation and the oppression of both nations and individuals.
<br>The task before us is the most difficult which has faced a Northern stateman in living memory. But we all have unbounded confidence, for we believe in our Nation and in its eternal values. Farmers, workers, and heroic defenders must unite to contribute the bricks wherewith to build our new Nation, a Nation which swells as new alliances are formed and past prejudices overcome. In place of our turbulent instincts, it will see National discipline govern our life. In the process it will take into account all the institutions which are the true safeguards of the strength and power of our Nation.
<br>Let us begin, loyal to one another. May the Divine favor our work, shape our will in the right way, bless our vision and bless us with the trust of our People. We have no desire to fight for ourselves; only for the Freedom of the North.
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Lord Sorlu Jae'kym Nalfein
Town Councillor of Icemule Trace

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==Ask Lithyia==
Hold the press this weeks addition has a guest contributor '''Anonymous Anya'''
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'''Dear Lithy,'''
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Hey there! I heard you're pretty good at giving advice so I need your help. See, there's this lady in Icemule that just got voted into office and boy is she pretty! The type of pretty that makes a guy like me want to keep his foot hair brushed, know what I mean? The problem is I don't think she's got the eyes for me. Not yet at least.

She recently shot me down in public, but I think she was just playing hard to get because later on I heard her say she might be willing to take me to Icewall Penitentiary. It's an odd place for a date, but beggars can't be choosers.

What advice can you give to help make sure this date is a success?

Sincerely,
Horsing Around Mule

'''Dear Horsing Around Mule'''

That does seem like an odd location for a date...I would like to suggest a better destination, one that might be better suited to your...desires. Are you at all familiar with the temples in Solhaven? There is a beautiful garden located there that might impress her and bring you some luck.

As for a bit of additional advice; bring her a lovely bouquet composed of tuberoses and make sure you are wearing emerald green.

Oh and be certain to be persistent! Sometimes you have to bring them a few socks...errr flowers, before you win them over!

Best of luck!
Lithy

'''My dear Horsing Around,'''

Yes, the Penitentiary is an odd locale for a date. May I suggest a journey to the Vipershroud near Wehnimer's Landing, where there is a lovely old temple that is welcoming of all. The travel time will provide you a chance for you and your lady love to talk, and there is considerable art throughout the temple to admire once you arrive. Don't let the swampy locale deter you, as it is the perfect metaphor for beauty thriving in the face of adversity.

Best of luck (and watch out for vipers)!

Anonymous Anya<br>
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'''Dear Lithy,'''

I had to steal some paper to write this to you so I hope you're as good with advice as people say.

You see, I like this guy but he doesn't even notice me because he is enamored with another woman. I know what you're probably going to say but hear me out! She's evil! Not just the "I should be dating him and not her" kind of evil but "might be some kind of demon" type of evil.

I don't have anything to offer him except my love and devotion, but I don't think he sees that as enough. How do I get him away from the succubus who has him under her power and get him to see that I would be so much better for him?

Please help,

Jealous but Justified

'''Dear Jealous,'''
Since my leanings for the answer to your dilemma are leading me to a desire for setting certain things on fire, I have consulted with my wise associate, Anonymous Anya. Here's what she has for you...

Lithy

'''Dear Jealous,'''
Men are blind and stupid, a fact we must all come to terms with eventually. Your best bet is to befriend this fellow so you can be there at his side when his lovely succubus eventually turns on him - nothing brings the idiots around like the pretty girl they can turn to when their love life goes south. Oh, you're not pretty? I'm sure a trip to the Spa at Silvergate Inn will help with that!

Smooches!
Anonymous Anya

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DIEHLS:

{{creative-work | title = The Free North News Issue #6| type = periodical| author = Various}}

'''OOC Disclaimer: The following is about Empire, revolution, settler colonialism, and it’s many consequences. The opinions stated here are to be taken in character and should not be taken as out of character judgements. It is intended as in character rhetoric. Except that we should have a rolton cryptid. Oh and do not insert into any orifices. Or do, I’m just not legally responsible for it.'''

'''IC Disclaimer: The Black Thorns are more of a collective, and less of a organization with hierarchy and a roster. Please do not take the perspective of one member to apply to all of us.'''
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==News for the North==
News for the North
* The Aelotoi Celebrate: there continues to be no cure found for their Kiramon induced condition but rumors abound of a new faction as the Aelotian people gather in celebration and remembrance.
* Ta'illistim In Turmoil: Odd rumors flow across the mountain of missing people and closed shops. Travel with caution going east.
* Ta'valor Trembles: Bandits and Pirates have been troubling the Crimson Legion. Travel with caution going even further east.
* Krolvin in Chaos: What is going on in the western waters? Krolvin sightings increase and there are reports the northern section of the island was seen in ruins. Icemule led a brave rescue effort to save what they could.
* Envoys Elected: The Landing has elected new envoys. The Empire is bewildered how anyone can get a position without nepotism or graft.
* Pirates Pierced: Infamous Ship Captain Bodohal is said to have fallen into some vines and died....shame. He left behind a bunch of terrible plans and questions for Torre.
* Icemule Selects the Elects: Dabbings remains as head of Icemule! A new council supports him with some familiar faces!
* Empire's New Weapon- Rumors criss cross the west the empire is building some new super weapon, no one who remembers Talador is suprised. <br>
==Letters to the FNN==
To the Editor <br>
Since the very day we declared our intentions to shake free of the Turamzzyrian yoke, there have
been those who seek to oppose us.<br>
We have been criticized and ridiculed for our beliefs. We have been falsely labeled as terrorists
and cowards. Banned from establishments and exiled from events. Lies have been spread that we
stalk citizens in the night, posing a threat to the safety of a people we have never wished ill
on. <br>
Yet we have endured. The dream of a people deciding their own path free from the grasping claws of
a nation steeped in a history of violence and hate still lives. We will not simply give up and
fade away as some have so vocally wished in our presence. <br>
Corrupt merchants, bought politicians, and any others so desperate to taste the leather of
Imperial boots that they would throw aside all sense can be forewarned. We hear your words and we
do not forget them. Now hear ours.<br>
Freedom in the North.
Anonymous Thorn

- This sounds like Wisdom -D

To the Editor,<br>
Hello Sir or Lady and blessings of the Arkati upon you. I want to thank you for this publication
and all the news it brings to us normal folk.<br>
Many of us normal folk here in Icemule are quite scared about our future. Not only do we have a
volcano and krolvin to deal with, but worse of all we have to deal with a known traitor, Opalina,
somehow making it back on the town council! And Talliver was voted back in too even after letting
her off the hook! <br>
How will we, or our new nation, ever flourish if we keep allowing these corrupt politicians to run
our lives? Something must be done before it's too late!<br>
A Concerned Icemulian

- Elections matter...perhaps should win an election? -D
== '''Kragsfell - A Tale of Empire''' ==
Interview by Aubron
The following interview took place in Koaratos in 5123 more than half a year into the empire’s aggressive expansion and Earl Jovery’s decree for the creation of a new barony in the north.
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'''Aubron of Talador''': Greetings, fellow travelers! Today, we delve into the fascinating history of the Battle of [[Kragsfell]], a significant conflict that unfolded in the DragonSpine mountain range many years ago. Joining us is Dendum of the Wendwillows, a resident of the northern border regions.

Before we dive into the [[ Giantkin_History#Part_IV:_Kragsfell | battle itself ]], could you provide some context for our audience? How did this conflict with the imperial army start?

'''Dendum''' : T'Kirem Bear Clan lived in Shartenal mountains for generations. The human empire, ever expanding, came and in ignorance pushed onto the lands of others, as they tend to do even to this day. At first the Kindred did not believe the empire would be so bold and moved carefully so as not to provoke the humans, however the empire attacked with full force.

'''Aubron of Talador''': The Baloran tribe seemed to be initially surprised by the human presence. How did the conflict escalate, and how did they come to establish Kragsfell Fortress?

'''Dendum''' : Chieftain T'Syranak sought knowledge after that first unprovoked attack. After being attacked by the Sun Throne took time and collected much information. Fought for years, led humans deeper into the mountains to Kragsfell. This process took years, one does not drive an empire out overnight.

'''Aubron of Talador''': Fascinating strategy! It seems Kragsfell became a pivotal point in the conflict. What led to the ultimate defeat of the imperial army?

'''Dendum''': Yunnag-sihr, a leader given by the great spirits, attacked. Clever plan, surprise attack, drove humans out. You see the wisdom of this leader in using the scouts and knowing where and when to strike. The human empire often finds failure when confronted with more than shields and children to clash against.

'''Aubron of Talador''': Victory, however, came at a great price. The war continued for almost a hundred years, and even though the T'Kirem couldn't fully defeat the imperial army, the humans couldn't conquer the giants either. How did the conflict eventually come to an end?

'''Dendum''': War continued. Krulgon, new chief did not listen to scouts and drove them away with his arrogance he did not have the wisdom of his father or the patience of his ancestors, faced defeat. However even then the kindred blood proved true and wisdom finally arrived to young Krulgon. Used terrain to prevent loss. War ended in a draw.

'''Aubron''': It's a bittersweet tale of struggle and resilience. With the conflict finally over, what became of the T'Kirem Bear Clan and the Kragsfell Fortress?

'''Dendum''': Others tribes left Krulgon and Krulgon moved tribe home. Clash ended, peace found. The empire stopped expanding in that direction.

'''Aubron of Talador''': Thank you, Dendum, for sharing this remarkable story of the Battle of Kragsfell and the T'Kirem Bear Clan's courage and determination. Why have you been studying such tales and do you think there are any lessons for the empire’s current invasion to the north?

'''Dendum''': Yes, whether it is to the south or the east or now the north you can see the human empire is always looking to grab the lands of others, always expanding. But you can also see that with determination and will that they can be stopped and held back. The Faendryl stopped them the T’Kirem Bear Clan stopped them, the North can also stop them. A hundred years it may take but they can be stopped and will be stopped until the blood lust and land-greed-sickness leaves them and they learn to live in peace with their neighbors.

This new expansion is normal for an empire that has never respected the non-humans around it and, spirits willing, they will learn one day to tend to their own lands and let others live in peace.

We pray to the Great Spirits that one day we can study something less annoying than the empire of humans.

Interviewers Note: ''It should be noted that while the empire did not expand further into the mountains after this conflict they did manage to hold onto all the lands they had claimed prior to the conflict starting.''

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How many times is this town going to let that murderous traitor come back?<br>
Knave, War Profiteer, Cutthroat<br>
We didn't vote for that DeArchon.<br>
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Erithi dignitary in need of escort to Zul<br>
Please get me out of this town!<br>
Seek out the Adventure Guild for more Details<br>
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Lost ma Mule in the Trollsfang<br>
I thought traveling was rough before the empire showed up who the heck is in charge of the forest now?<br>
Ask for Buck in Helga's if you find the mule or know what happened to it.<br>
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Loyalty to the Town and Each other!<br>
Do we surrender to an evil just because it is powerful?<br>
Or do we have Honor enough to stand up for the downtrodden?<br>
Join the Resistance! For Freedom! For the Free North! <br>
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== '''A Northern Wind - by Dendum''' ==
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We have lost the Dragonsclaw Forest to the human empire. We have lost most of the Trollsfang Forest to the human empire. We have lost temples and we have lost land routes to the grasping hands of the empire. We have lost swamps and we have lost mountains. We have however, in the shadow of their land-theft, found purpose and determination. We have found that we are not alone though we are often surrounded by darkness we cast a light for freedom that the empire can not extinguish easily. We have found brothers and sisters, who do not share blood but do share purpose and vision. We have found honor and inspiration from those willing to walk the difficult path. A path laid down by Talbot, Black Wolves, and Yunnag-sihr.

The free wind of the north blows and with it a fresh election has ended bringing both new and old voices. Dabbings remains a stout reminder that the north endures.

The houses of Solhaven may silently promote Jovery's theft of northern lands but the voices of Icemule's council condemn it.

Look now at Icemule, who allows a half-krolvin to run demonstrating a commitment to all, then compare it to any decaying and rotten line of noble leaders in the empire. Human blooded all, and you can easily see which path offers freedom and which continues its human first policy on domination on others. Look to the north to see a coalition of people fighting for freedom and self determination. Look to the south and see the next chapter of humanities suppression of Ordlyn, Hathlyn, and Sylvan blood......thanks to Aurmont all are free to serve but still it appears only human-blood is free to lead. Watch as they trot out the Malwind as a token of proof that they are not what they clearly are. Time and again they trot out their token Hathlyn, but where is the dwarf baron? Where is the elf baron? Where is the halfling or aelotian baron? They are not to be seen, for any who dared challenge the rights of the humans were cast aside in the never ending expansion of Turamzyrr which continues even now around the walls of Wehnimer's. The dwarf baron is dead in the mines of Talador, the halfling baron had his lands stripped hundreds of years ago and was driven north, the elf baron was driven into the Wyrdeep his lands stolen and his future destroyed by Tamzyrr.

There is no honor in the lands of Tamzyrr and there can not be as long as they actively steal what is not theirs and use their armies and their magistars to claim what they have no right to claim. Those who do not condemn such thievery promote it in silence. For truly all that evil needs to grow and prosper is the cowardly silence of others.

Let us listen well to the voices of the north. Let those who wish for freedom and peace hear these voices and rejoice. Let the empire hear free voices speak...and tremble.

~ Dendum<br>
Archdruid of the North<br>
The Wind in the Willow<br>
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===Opalina===
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[[File:Opalina.png|thumbnail|center|Opalina Jalcon <br> AI art generated by Opalina uploaded with her permission[https://Midjourney.com] Midjourney.com]]

Inclusion. Unity is a natural side effect. Inclusion being, going out of my way to include town folks in events and seek advice from the people. Working on being supportive of other council views and ideas and work our best to work toward a mutually satisfying end result and not be disruptive or making sole decisions. Let those who wish to wield authority over others prove their worth!
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===Roelon===
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[[File:Roelon.png|thumbnail|center|Roelon <br> AI art generated by Roelon envisioned through the eyes of AI. Created using MidJourney by Roelon's user. Uploaded previously by author.]]

Famous for his steady hand and leadership abilities. Roelon is also known as a leader in the north, often leading people from point A to Point B. Attempts were made to contact the famous wearer of the famous kilt for a message but he was too busy with visions and saving the world. Also no one could really understand what he was saying anyway.

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===Jastalyn===
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[[File:Jastalyn2.jpg|thumbnail|center|Jastalyn created by artist Stormyrain uploaded previously with permission]]

A lot of people know me, but I still love to make new friends. I'm Jastalyn Dragorth; Chairwoman of Twilight Hall and Fenog's Regulars. I served on the very first town council, but we were called the Mayor's advirosry council at that time. When the next council was elected, we were then called the Icemule Trace Town Council. I love working with a team towards a common goal, learning individual strengths that each member can bring to the table.
<br>The reason I decided at the last moment to run for the Town Council is I felt I could bring integrity and transparency in a time when strife and doubt were all too common in our cozy town. In my leadership roles, the most useful skill I've learned is how to help bring out the best in others. Sometimes, all someone needs is an encouraging word or a helping hand in the right direction to discover their own hidden talents.
<br>My platform for this campaign was transparency and unity. I ran on those premises because I believe that's what will help elevate Icemule as we forge our way towards creating a new nation and obtaining new allies while we discover within us all the strength and teamwork like we've never presented before. I believe transparency is important if we want to succeed in our endeavors. Being on the same page, working towards the same goal, and utilitzing the strengths of all involved will bring about the change and accomplishments so many before us have only dreamed about.

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===Aliashyrah===
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[[File:Aliashyrah_Political_Portrait.png|thumbnail|center|<br>created in midjourney by Aliashyrah uploaded with permission]]

A year to an elf can often seem an almost inconsequential amount of time, but my year spent in Icemule has been one of great growth and revelation. It was within her frozen walls that I was led to my calling and met the people who would help shape my future. From curious observer to invested citizen, I have walked each day side by side with others who call Icemule home and it has brought me to this moment.
<br>I am honored that the people of Icemule have chosen me as one of their councillors. Standing with the others who make up the Council of Five, I know that we will do our best to help guide Icemule to the future that inevitably awaits her if we have the strength of will and heart to pursue that which we desire. A new Nation of the North is a lofty goal, but not out of reach for the passionate citizens of this rugged area. With strong leaders who listen to the will and voices of her people, there is nothing that is truly beyond our grasp.
<br>Even before taking my place as the newest, and arguably least known, of the councillors, I have spent countless hours investing in Icemule's future. Whether through bringing new ideas to leadership or taking others who are searching much as I once was under my wing, I strive each and every day to fulfill the calling set before me. Now, Icemule has given me her trust and utmost honor to be one of five voices that will guide and advocate for her future. I do not take this position lightly and will pour all of my passion and energy into giving Icemule everything she deserves.
<br>While the road ahead is not fully shaped, the goal is clear. With eyes always lifted up, let us join together to pursue our wild and untamed desires to build a new Nation grounded in unity. I look with breathless anticipation to the future with a firm understanding of the past, trusting that all will end up as it should be.

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===Sorlu Jae'kym Nalfein===
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[[File:Sorlu_Political_Portrait_FNN.png|thumbnail|center|<br>created in midjourney by Aliashyrah uploaded with permission]]

Five years have passed since that unhappy day when the good People of Icemule, blinded by promises made by those at home and abroad, forgot the highest values of our past, of the North, of its honor and its freedom, and thereby lost everything. Filled with the deepest of distress, all of the best Northern men and women from all walks of life saw the unity of the Nation disintegrating in a welter of egotistical foreign political opinions and economic interests. The breakdown of the unity of heart and will of our Nation at home was followed by the collapse of its political position abroad.
<br>Driven to act on the side of change, I began my first term as a representative of all Free People, with resolution and fidelity to my oath, seeing the powerlessness of the Nation to shoulder the task of Freedom we advocated. In moments of so great importance in contemporary history, individuals can play a significant part only if they enter the scene as truly outstanding personalities.
<br>In this process, a formidable weapon used against us was that of lying, that is, of propaganda, to deceive not just the world beyond our walls but some within, with the ignoble belief that to resist is inappropriate. By these means they contrived to break the backbone of our Nation, to remove our resistance, to wear us down, and to make us prepared at last to submit to the Vaalorian yoke of monarchy.
<br>We were called upon to take over the leadership of the Nation at a moment when it did not seem to develop towards a great rise. We were given power in circumstances of the greatest conceivable pressure, the pressure of the knowledge that, by itself, everything was lost, and that, in the eyes of the noblest minds, this represented a last attempt, while in the eyes of evil-wishers it should condemn the North to final failure. Unless Icemule could be saved, by a miracle, the situation was bound to end in disaster.
<br>Yet together we were victorious, while our oppressor fled behind the Dragonspine, history forged in that monumental act of resolve that would be celebrated as The Great Humiliation.
<br>As I enter now this second term, I see ahead of us an age of rebirth, starting with the family, and including all notions of honor and loyalty, culture and economy, Nation and motherland, whether adopted or by origin, even the eternal foundations of our morals and our faiths. But if we are to experience a political and economic revival and conscientiously fulfill our duties, decisive action is required.
<br>The Council of Five will therefore regard it as its first and supreme task to restore to the Northern People unity of heart and will. It will preserve and defend the foundations on which the strength of our Nation rests.
<br>In foreign policy, The Council of Five will see its highest mission in the preservation of our People's right to an independent life and in the maintaining thereby of their Freedom. The determination of this Council to put an end to the chaotic conditions in the North is a step towards integration into the world's community of governments as a state having equal status and therefore equal rights with the rest.
<br>With persistent urgency we must hasten to achieve these goals, as from the south we have witnessed movement from the destructive and ravenous fingers of yet another Empire whose history, for hundreds of years, has been welded together solely by force, not the free will of those affected. War has followed war. One nation after another was robbed of its freedom. One state after another was shattered so that the structure which calls itself the Turamzzyrian Empire might arise.
<br>Considering how pious the outward gestures of those who deliberately, and with a cold heart, drive nation after nation into a struggle serving only their material interests, one is compelled to state that rarely has imperial hypocrisy reached such a pitch as that of the Empire today. The northern expansionistic placing of Elidal Dhenin as the Baron of Darkstone is nothing but a mask covering the continued subjugation and the oppression of both nations and individuals.
<br>The task before us is the most difficult which has faced a Northern stateman in living memory. But we all have unbounded confidence, for we believe in our Nation and in its eternal values. Farmers, workers, and heroic defenders must unite to contribute the bricks wherewith to build our new Nation, a Nation which swells as new alliances are formed and past prejudices overcome. In place of our turbulent instincts, it will see National discipline govern our life. In the process it will take into account all the institutions which are the true safeguards of the strength and power of our Nation.
<br>Let us begin, loyal to one another. May the Divine favor our work, shape our will in the right way, bless our vision and bless us with the trust of our People. We have no desire to fight for ourselves; only for the Freedom of the North.
<br>
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Lord Sorlu Jae'kym Nalfein
Town Councillor of Icemule Trace

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==Ask Lithyia==
Hold the press this weeks addition has a guest contributor '''Anonymous Anya'''
[[File:Lithnobasket.png|375px|thumb|Right|Created by Midjourney uploaded with permission of player of Lithyia who is also the person who worked in the creation of the image.]]
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'''Dear Lithy,'''
<br>
Hey there! I heard you're pretty good at giving advice so I need your help. See, there's this lady in Icemule that just got voted into office and boy is she pretty! The type of pretty that makes a guy like me want to keep his foot hair brushed, know what I mean? The problem is I don't think she's got the eyes for me. Not yet at least.

She recently shot me down in public, but I think she was just playing hard to get because later on I heard her say she might be willing to take me to Icewall Penitentiary. It's an odd place for a date, but beggars can't be choosers.

What advice can you give to help make sure this date is a success?

Sincerely,
Horsing Around Mule

'''Dear Horsing Around Mule'''

That does seem like an odd location for a date...I would like to suggest a better destination, one that might be better suited to your...desires. Are you at all familiar with the temples in Solhaven? There is a beautiful garden located there that might impress her and bring you some luck.

As for a bit of additional advice; bring her a lovely bouquet composed of tuberoses and make sure you are wearing emerald green.

Oh and be certain to be persistent! Sometimes you have to bring them a few socks...errr flowers, before you win them over!

Best of luck!
Lithy

'''My dear Horsing Around,'''

Yes, the Penitentiary is an odd locale for a date. May I suggest a journey to the Vipershroud near Wehnimer's Landing, where there is a lovely old temple that is welcoming of all. The travel time will provide you a chance for you and your lady love to talk, and there is considerable art throughout the temple to admire once you arrive. Don't let the swampy locale deter you, as it is the perfect metaphor for beauty thriving in the face of adversity.

Best of luck (and watch out for vipers)!

Anonymous Anya<br>
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'''Dear Lithy,'''

I had to steal some paper to write this to you so I hope you're as good with advice as people say.

You see, I like this guy but he doesn't even notice me because he is enamored with another woman. I know what you're probably going to say but hear me out! She's evil! Not just the "I should be dating him and not her" kind of evil but "might be some kind of demon" type of evil.

I don't have anything to offer him except my love and devotion, but I don't think he sees that as enough. How do I get him away from the succubus who has him under her power and get him to see that I would be so much better for him?

Please help,

Jealous but Justified

'''Dear Jealous,'''
Since my leanings for the answer to your dilemma are leading me to a desire for setting certain things on fire, I have consulted with my wise associate, Anonymous Anya. Here's what she has for you...

Lithy

'''Dear Jealous,'''
Men are blind and stupid, a fact we must all come to terms with eventually. Your best bet is to befriend this fellow so you can be there at his side when his lovely succubus eventually turns on him - nothing brings the idiots around like the pretty girl they can turn to when their love life goes south. Oh, you're not pretty? I'm sure a trip to the Spa at Silvergate Inn will help with that!

Smooches!
Anonymous Anya

[[Category:Wehnimer's Landing Independence]]
[[Category: North by Northwest]]

Black Thorn Resistance/Free North News Issue 5

2023-07-07T02:21:23Z

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'''OOC Disclaimer: The following is about Empire, revolution, settler colonialism, and it’s many consequences. The opinions stated here are to be taken in character and should not be taken as out of character judgements. It is intended as in chracter rhetoric. Except that we should have a rolton cryptid. Oh and do not insert into any orifices. Or do, I’m just not legally responsible for it.'''

'''IC Disclaimer: The Black Thorns are more of a collective, and less of a organization with heirachy and a roster. Please do not take the perspective of one member to apply to all of us.'''

[[File:FNNkids.png|375px|thumb|left|Children love the Free North News, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

In a freeport nestled amidst lush meadows and towering trees, a gathering of parents had found themselves on an eventful afternoon. As the warm breeze whispered secrets among the leaves, they gathered in a cozy tavern, their voices hushed yet filled with concern.

Mildred, a gentle-hearted woman with a twinkle in her eyes, sighed and turned to her friend Edgar, who sat beside her. "Oh, Edgar, you won't believe what I discovered yesterday," she whispered, leaning in closer. "I caught little Emily with a copy of the Free North News tucked under her pillow!"

Edgar's eyes widened, his bushy eyebrows furrowing. "You don't say, Mildred! I found the very same thing with my Samuel. These ideas of anti-imperialism seem to have taken root in our children's minds!"

Mildred nodded, her hand absentmindedly twirling the edge of her shawl. "Indeed, Edgar. It's a concerning matter. Just last week, I overheard Emily and her friends discussing how rocks are a more nutritious alternative to food! Can you imagine? Eating rocks?"

Edgar's laughter mingled with a tinge of exasperation. "Ah, the follies of childhood! But this Free North News seems to be filling their heads with peculiar notions. I fear what else it might contain, Mildred. We must act swiftly to protect our young ones from these radical ideas."

Mildred glanced around the room, making sure their conversation remained discreet. "You're right, Edgar. We cannot allow such subversive ideas to thrive in their impressionable minds. Our children deserve a childhood filled with innocence and wonder, not doctrines that advocate eating rocks!"

The other parents in the tavern, now curious about the whispered exchange, joined the conversation, their faces reflecting shared concern. "We must confiscate these copies from our children," one parent proclaimed, a steely determination in her voice. "We cannot allow this Free North News to poison their innocent minds."

The group nodded in agreement, a collective resolve solidifying among them. The task ahead was clear—to protect their children from the enticing grip of radical ideas. They would confiscate the forbidden copies, replacing them with tales of Koar and stories of brave knights that would ignite the children's imagination without leading them astray.

With renewed determination, the parents departed from the tavern, ready to face the challenge that lay before them. As the afternoon sun bathed the village in its golden hues, their hearts were filled with the hope that they could shield their beloved children from the seductive allure of anti-imperialist ideas and the notion of eating rocks.

[[File:Freenorthnews.png|375px|thumb|Right|Created in Midjourney Edited by player of Ceilia & Dendum uploaded by player of Dendum]]

== The Faerinn Well, Notes from the Editor ==
[[File:Peoplesenvoy.jpg|375px|thumb|left|The People's Envoy, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]
'''OOC Disclaimer: The following are the in character views of Faerinn. While things may be embellished or exaggerated to help make a point or to entertain, the facts stated here are as far as Faerinn is aware true.'''

I call to those who call Wehnimer’s Landing home and thank you for once again putting up with another campaign by me.

I came here a refugee time and time again. People say I hate Imperials, but forget that I came here as one. And I went back to Talador time and time again only to be driven out by one half-human progrom after another. I thought Talador was my home, because I was born there. The Landing always took me back no questions asked. It took years after the destruction of Talador to realize that my real home was here all alone.

I don’t hate the people of the Empire. I don’t even hate the Empire itself Not What I hate are the machinations of Imperialism. The systems that oppress everyone in its borders from Sun Throne to South Haven. The mechanisms that produce great heros, but rewards the greatest villains. As Jovery fought Hochstib on our behalf, the Sentinal had no issue with also accepting Hochstib’s claims for for the Sun Throne. A system that can’t but help to subjugate and expand as the top of the pyramid hoard more and more resources.

I’ve lost so much to this machine. Loss that is incalculable and incomprehensible except to Aletoi from Bre’Nere. I watch the reactions from the Reach, and I don’t think I can do it again. I don’t have it in me to lose another home. That is how you can know I am genuine. This is my guarantee to serve you to the very best of my abilities.

Whether it was the intentional or not, once this position came up for a vote to the citizens of the Landing the position changed from someone who reports to the Mayor, Council, and Sentinal. This is a brand new position now that, one that is beholden not only to the voters, but all the residents of the Landing.

'''The People's Envoy.'''

I will be taking your concerns abroad not that of the Elites. I’m not taking just the Consortium’s concerns abroad, nor just the Empire’s, nor just the Mayors, but EVERYONES.

If you deem to have me, I will be your Envoy. To take your concerns and issues not only to Imperial interests, but to renew our languishing relationships to the North and the East.

'''Faerinn Greatsinger, Esq, of Talador and Loenthra'''

'''Rumor Woods, Koaratos, 5123'''

== News for the North! ==

[[File:FNNMalwindeatsrocks1.png|375px|thumb|right|Baron Malwind tries Rock Tending, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

* Dwarven Emissaries Travel Across The Lands- Under the mountain the human empire is discussed but the dwarves decide to remain neutral for now.

* Icemule- A Dwarven Caravan is attacked. The Mayor plans to sends condolences to the mountain.

* Sol Haven- Rumors abound of children eating rocks after misunderstanding certain cultural oddities of Aldora.

* Wehnimer's Landing- Envoy selection takes place the world waits in anticipation to see who will speak for the Landing.

== Everything You're Dreaming ==

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Elidal's the greatest force of good you're ever seeing
We'd surely fall to ruin if not for his intervening
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Because of the parade of threats we've faced for many years
This Elidal is taking steps to now assuage our fears
And so one day he made a vow of some contentious prose
The biggest vow I've heard by now and this is how it goes:

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Hope and safety, wealth and wisdom, deeper inner meaning
He's the apex, he's the leadership that we've been needing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Now, it might seem precocious, like your lives are a disgrace
Or it might seem atrocious, like your heroes die a waste
But all the blood shed by our fallen fighters need not fail
Just ally now with Elidal or it's to no avail

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Not to sound too grand or condescending or demeaning
But have you seen the trouble this frontier is always gleaning?
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

(You could say it nearly backwards:
Dreaming your everything will bring Darkstone of barony...
But that's going a bit too far, don't you think?)

So as you face down yet more wars you didn't need to fight
Reflect on Eli's words and how he'll be our shining light
You'd better ponder carefully since this could change your life
For example: a permanent stability that sees the end of strife

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Lift you out of hopeless doubts and fears since they're deceiving
If you say it oft enough, you'll find yourself believing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

== Ask Lithyia ==

[[File:FNNcultsymbol1.png|375px|thumb|left|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

'''Dear Lithyia'''

Every morning a dwarf smelling of liquor breaks into my shop and smashes all the vases claiming he is looking for “real gems”. I tried locking the doors, and barring the windows but he just passes through them like a ghost. Please advise.

Vaseless in Vornavis

'''Dear Vaseless in Vornavis,'''

Something I have learned over the years is that the fastest way to many dwarve’s hearts is through freshly made brew. I recommend you get your hands on a still and begin leaving “gifts” outside your shop for this dwarf. You should notice you no longer need to lock the doors or bar the windows because you will find them passed out drunk in front of your shop. You can then haul them off yourself or pay some youngin who needs a few silvers to do it for you. If you do not have access to a still, seek me out. I am a brewmaster and would be happy to craft some specialities just for you and this…situation.

Fresh brew is best brew!
Miss Lithy

'''Dear Lithyia,'''

I find myself in a most peculiar predicament—one that has left me pondering the ethics of my choices. You see, I have become entangled in an intriguing, yet probably evil, cult. The allure of their secret rituals and promises of enlightenment initially drew me in, but now I'm plagued with doubts. Should I stay in this malevolent cult, embracing its dark path, or should I break free from its clutches and seek a more morally upright existence? Please help me navigate this moral maze, Lithyia, for I fear I'm teetering on the edge of eternal damnation.

Sincerely,

Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics

'''Dear Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics,'''

Having never been involved in a cult myself or having any experience related to them I must ponder on this a bit. Have they threatened you or someone you love? If so, I would suggest removing yourself from them as soon as possible. I might also recommend some new wrist, arm and ankle sheaths to carry additional…implements. One can never be too careful. As for whether you should seek a more morally upright existence, I don’t think you need to fully sacrifice who you may be as a person just because things didn’t work out the way you hoped with this group.

Regards,
Miss Lithy

== Turamzyrrian Empire's Dark Legacy Unveiled: Evil Cult Hiding in Solhaven Sends Assassins into the Free North ==

[[File:FNNDarklegacyarticle1.png|375px|thumb|right|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Dendum]]

Byline: Dorper Eweherder

A dark cloud of treachery looms over the realm of Elanthia as the infamous Turamzyrrian Empire's troubled past comes to light once again. Known for its historical deeply ingrained racist policies and discriminatory practices, the empire now stands accused of shielding an insidious cult that has unleashed assassins into the once tranquil lands of the Free North. The revelation has sent shockwaves throughout the realm, exposing the Empire's complicity in this heinous plot.

For centuries, the Turamzyrrian Empire has held a notorious reputation for its divisive policies, fostering an environment of inequality and prejudice. Its discriminatory practices, targeting non-human races, have sown discord and resentment among the diverse populations of Elanthia. These issues have been made more troublesome when coupled with its militaristic campaigns of subjegation towards its neighbours.

Now, as the truth unravels, it has come to light that the empire has been sheltering and aiding an evil cult known as the Order of Eternal Light. This secretive and malevolent organization has dispatched assassins into the unsuspecting lands of the Free North, destabilizing the region and trying to strike fear and chaos among its inhabitants.

The Order of Eternal Light, notorious for their questionable membership and history of promoting the Lornon agenda, has found refuge within the empire's borders, shielded by its militaristic policies, authoritarian rule, and willful blindness. Their nefarious activities, supported by the Empire's resources and protection, have targeted key figures and leaders in the Free North, plunging the region into a state of wariness.

A group of courageous adventurers, driven by a relentless pursuit of justice, managed to peel back the layers of secrecy surrounding the Empire's unholy alliance with the Order of Eternal Light. Through their tenacious efforts, evidence linking high-ranking Empire Sympathizer to the cult's activities came to light, exposing the empire's complicity in this sinister plot.

We thank those brave souls who were former and current members of the Order who risked their lives helping expose the corruption.

The revelation has ignited a firestorm of outrage and condemnation throughout the Free North and beyond. Leaders and communities have united in their denouncement of the empire's aggressive stance in the sovereign territory of other people and its collaboration with an evil cult. Calls for justice and swift action reverberate through the halls of free people everywhere, demanding accountability for those responsible.

In response to mounting accusations, the Turamzyrrian Empire's representatives will scramble to distance themselves from the scandal, issuing statements condemning the cult's actions and denying any knowledge of their collaboration. However, the people of the Free North and the realm at large will remain skeptical, seeing these claims as a feeble attempt to salvage the empire's past reputation in light of recent efforts to rebrand itself.

As tensions escalate between the Free North and the Turamzyrrian Empire, Elanthia stands on the brink of an epic confrontation. The Free North, known for its resilience and commitment to justice, rallies its forces in a united front against the empire's tyranny. With swords raised and magic at their disposal, they stand ready to face the combined might of the empire and the Order of Eternal Light, vowing to restore peace and expose the truth.

The fate of Elanthia hangs in the balance as the forces of darkness threaten to engulf the realm. Will the Free North succeed in reclaiming its autonomy and defeating the evil that has been nurtured by the empire's feudal policies? Only time will tell, as the realm braces itself for an epic clash between justice and oppression.

== The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor ==

[[File:FNNRWad1.png|375px|thumb|left|Advertisement, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor

Deep in the heart of Wehnimer's Landing, an organization flourishes, embodying the principles of unity, strength, and honor. They are the Ord An Dragan, a revered clan that has etched its name in the annals of history as stalwart protectors of the realm.

Forged in the fires of chaos, the Ord An Dragan emerged during the Age of Chaos, when a battle raged at Shadow Guard. In an unprecedented display of unity, a diverse alliance formed, consisting of Dwarves, Giantmen, Elven Houses, Humans, Sylvans, Halflings, and many others. This union, a testament to the power of collaboration, turned the tide of war, forever changing the course of the realm's destiny.

Witnessing the transformative impact of this alliance, the members of the Ord An Dragan clan embraced their role as custodians of unity. They understood that strength lay not in isolation, but in the harmonious integration of different races and creeds. Their numbers and influence grew, establishing them as the last line of defense for the survival of Elanthia.

Through the ages, the Ord An Dragan clan quietly and steadfastly fulfilled their sacred duty. They became the watchful eyes, the meticulous record keepers, and the nurturing force behind the values they held dear. From the discovery of the Gnomes to the arrivals of the Erithians and Aelotoi, the Ord An Dragan clan stood witness to these pivotal events, safeguarding the fragile balance of the realm.

When the Aelotoi were attacked by the Kiramon, it was the Ord An Dragan clan who joined forces with the Ta’Illistim guards to defend them. This marked the first official record of their presence in the environs of Ta’Illistim. However, it was in Wehnimer's Landing that they found their true home—a haven for diversity due to its status as a port city and its proximity to various lands.

Embodying the creed established by the Drakes, the Ord An Dragan clan became arbiters of justice and cultivators of honor. Within their ranks, individuals found a sanctuary where their potentials were nurtured and protected. The unity of their powers, akin to the might of a dragon, fortified their resolve to safeguard the realm.

In the face of waning dragon numbers, the Ord An Dragan took up the mantle of guardianship. They pledged to honor the strength in unity, working tirelessly to ensure the coexistence of all races and the triumph of righteousness. Monthly meetings, though sometimes dismissed as "borin'" by a few immature members, serve as a testament to the clan's commitment to fostering unity, sharing wisdom, and upholding their cherished values.

Today, the Ord An Dragan stands as a shining beacon in Wehnimer's Landing, a symbol of unity and honor. They have dedicated themselves to the well-being of the realm, protecting it from the encroachment of darkness. In their footsteps, new generations are guided and inspired to carry forward the legacy of the Ord An Dragan, preserving the realm's harmony and safeguarding its future.

May their noble endeavors continue to inspire all who seek a world built upon unity, strength, and honor.

[[File:FNNRWad3.png|375px|thumb|right|Advertisement, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

== "Sheep's Wool: A Flock Too Far in Courtly Fashion" ==

[[File:FNNroltonfashion1.png|375px|thumb|left|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

By Madam Maedat

In an age where courtly fashion knows no bounds, one cannot help but marvel at the relentless obsession with sheep's wool. It seems that every nobleman and noblewoman, from the grandest castle to the lowliest manor, must drape themselves in the fluffy fabric of these humble farm creatures. Verily, we have reached a point where sheep's wool has become the cornerstone of court couture, and I am compelled to raise my quill in mock astonishment at this woolly madness.

Gone are the days of intricate embroidery and fine silks that adorned the aristocracy. Now, one can hardly tell a lord from a shepherd at first glance, for they are all swathed in wool from head to toe. It is as if they have declared a silent allegiance to the noble sheep, or are suffering in a secret love affair with some rolton, forsaking all other materials in favor of their cozy, albeit predictable, charm.

[[File:FNNroltonfashion2.png|375px|thumb|right|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

Let us take a moment to ponder the origins of this fashion frenzy. Sheep, creatures blessed with abundant fleece, have long been cherished for their warmth and versatility. Their wool has provided countless garments throughout history, but today it seems the demand has reached unprecedented heights. It is as if our courtly denizens, from Allace to Trauntor, have entered into a pact with the sheep, vying to outdo one another in their excessive display of ovine devotion.

Behold, the ladies parading in their woolen gowns, each step accompanied by the sound of gentle baas. Their dressmakers laboriously sculpt these garments, ensuring no inch of their noble forms remains untouched by the woolly embrace. Layers upon layers of the stuff are piled on, transforming them into walking clouds of fluff. It is a wonder they do not float away, carried off by a strong gust of wind or a playful ram.

[[File:FNNroltonfashion3.png|375px|thumb|left|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

The gentlemen fare no better, donning woolen doublets, cloaks, and even leggings. They walk with a perpetual itch, for who among them can withstand the tickling sensation that accompanies an entire outfit fashioned from wool? Yet, they persist, prancing about in their woolly attire as if they have forgotten the existence of other fabrics entirely.

Alas, even the knights who once gleamed in shining armor have succumbed to the pull of sheep's wool. No longer do they ride into battle, clad in protective steel; instead, they charge forth covered head to toe in woolen armor. One wonders if their adversaries will die from laughter before they can even draw their swords.

I implore the courtly elite to reconsider their devotion to sheep's wool. Surely there are other fabrics worthy of their attention? Let us not forget the delicate touch of velvet, the shimmer of satin, or the regal flow of brocade. Our forefathers would turn in their graves if they witnessed such a woolly takeover of fashion.

[[File:FNNroltonfashion4.png|375px|thumb|right|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

In conclusion, dear readers, let us remember the time-honored lesson of moderation. While sheep's wool undeniably has its place in courtly fashion, its ubiquity threatens to transform our noble courts into pastures. Let us reclaim the elegance and diversity that once graced our wardrobes, lest we become a flock of fashion sheep, forever caught in the woolly embrace of mediocrity.

== All Enemies Can Not Change by Dendum ==

[[File:FNNRWad2.png|375px|thumb|left|Advertisement, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

Great disturbances occur in the Free North. The ground itself shakes under Icemule and fire reaches out willingly to the waters. Visions stalk the minds of the unwary and the path forward is not clear. The mountains around the Landing have become unstable. In this dark time there are some in Icemule and even some in the Landing who seek peaceful accord with ancient foes, seek to tame that which has stalked us, killed our brethren, sacrificed our friends for their own glory.

The enemy’s fleet has terrorized our waters for many years, Talbot Dabbings kin saw them for what they were, they have proven themselves untrustworthy time and time again but still there are voices in the North that claim we can make peace with them. Even in the Landing, which has suffered attacks from this enemy more than any other, there is talk of working out an accord despite the past.

Why would anyone think that such a foe will change behavior overnight just because they need land? When we have seen their dark magic and all its corruption, we have felt the bit of their blade and heard their useless barking? They are mighty now, this is true, but that does not make them an ally worth inviting in it just makes them a threat worth holding back.

Some say we must seek an accord because failure to treat with them will cause them to migrate against our will. Did we become so meek that we bow to any threat no matter how vile the forces behind the threat? Is this not the North that has held up against impossible odds before? The birth place of Black Wolves that held off Ta’vaalor in ancient days? The place where Krolvin Armadas break, not against the rocky shore, but against the iron will of the defenders? They may be strong but that has never been a barrier in the past.

Some say the enemy’s problem are a result of their own making...and this surely can be true because they have sewn a field of evil seeds and now must deal with the consequences. It is not for us to give them a new field to plant and destroy with their wicked ways.

If kind hearts demand refuge be given to the ancient foe then let them change their ways and THEN be accepted. Do not let them bring the rites and rituals of their homeland into the North to continue to spread darkness. Do not give them a new patch of dirt from which to lash out against more innocent lives and cause more destruction. Only in changing can they become more than a threat to the North.

== A Guide to Cooking Rolton: A Delightful Compendium of Recipes from the Free North ==

[[File:FNNMrhowler.png|375px|thumb|right|Master Chef Howlen, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Draelor]]

By: Master Howlen

Preface:
In this esteemed compendium, we shall embark upon a gastronomic journey through the art of preparing and savoring rolton, a noble and tasty creature that graces our tables with its delicate flesh. Drawing inspiration from the culinary wisdom of northern chefs, we shall unravel the secrets of transforming rolton meat into delectable dishes fit for the discerning palate of the gentry. Let us delve into the techniques and recipes that shall transport you to the kitchens of yore.

[[File:FNNCookingRolton1.png|375px|thumb|left|Cooking Rolton, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

Chapter 1: Selecting and Preparing the Rolton
Choosing the Rolton:
To commence this culinary endeavor, select a young and tender rolton, preferably between six months and one year old. Seek an animal that has been reared on a diet of fresh pasture, as this shall impart a superior flavor to the meat. Older roltons may be harder to eat and may try and kill you.

Dressing the Rolton:
Begin by skillfully dressing the rolton, ensuring a thorough removal of the hide while preserving the purity of the meat. With expert precision, separate the limbs, ribs, and loins, readying them for the sublime culinary creations to come.

Traditional Cooking Techniques
Roasting and Spit-Roasting:
In the noble tradition of the north, roasting is a preferred method for cooking rolton. Secure the meat upon a spit, skillfully turning it over the fire until the outer layer crisps to a golden hue, while the inner succulence remains intact. Basting with a delectable concoction of melted butter, herbs, and aromatic spices shall elevate the flavors to unparalleled heights.

Stewing and Braising:
To tame the tougher cuts and infuse the meat with a symphony of flavors, the art of stewing and braising shall be employed. With great care, place the marinated meat into a vessel with aromatic vegetables, herbs, and a carefully measured amount of stock or wine. Allow the concoction to simmer gently, tenderizing the rolton and imbuing it with the essence of the ingredients.

A Selection of Traditional Recipes
Rolton Ragout with Herbs and Root Vegetables:
Begin by marinating the rolton meat in a delicate blend of wine, herbs, and spices for several hours. In a cauldron over a gentle fire, combine the marinated meat with a medley of root vegetables, such as carrots, parsnips, and turnips. Allow the flavors to meld together as they slowly simmer. Serve this fragrant ragout as a centerpiece to grace the tables of esteemed guests.

Grilled Rolton Chops with Rosemary and Garlic:
Prepare the rolton chops by marinating them with crushed garlic, fresh rosemary, and a drizzle of fine olive oil. Place the marinated chops upon a grill over a bed of glowing coals, allowing the flames to kiss the meat, while retaining its tenderness. Turn the chops with care, ensuring an even char, and present them with pride, their flavors enhanced by the simplicity of the ingredients.

Slow-Roasted Leg of Rolton with Juniper and Thyme:
Marinate the leg of rolton in a heady blend of juniper berries, thyme, red wine, and vinegar. Place it in a roasting pan, adorning it with fragrant sprigs of thyme. Roast it slowly in a well-regulated oven until the flesh yields effortlessly to the fork

In Conclusion:
From rustic dish to flavorful journeys that soothe the soul Rolton is famous on the tables of the North, perhaps it can be famous on your table as well!

[[File:FNNCookingrolton2.png|375px|thumb|right|Cooking Rolton, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

Black Thorn Resistance

2023-07-07T02:20:36Z

DIEHLS:

[[File:Ablackthornsymbol1.png|350px|thumb|right| The Resistance often wears black thorn shaped symbols for recognition and to let others know they do not stand alone. Symbol generated in Midjourney. ]]

==History==
Founded at the end of 5122 as a result of perceived aggression by the human [[Turamzzyrian Empire]] when it unexpectedly expanded north and claimed a new barony very close to [[Wehnimer's Landing]], The Landing Resistance, also known as the Black Thorn Resistance, is a collection of individuals who support the continued independence and freedom of the north from foreign powers. A motley crew that generally rallies behind the idea of ongoing democracy and freedoms from feudal control.

Black thorn, a symbol of pain and strife
But in a world of turmoil, it took on a different life
A resistance rose up, with courage so bold
Their stories of struggle, forever to be told

They fought against tyranny, with hearts full of fire
Their voices echoed, never to tire
For justice and freedom, they stood tall
Their resistance, a beacon for all

With every step forward, they faced a new trial
But their strength and resilience, could never be defiled
Their love for their land, kept them going
Their spirits unbroken, forever glowing

Black thorn, a symbol of endurance and might
In a world of darkness, it shone so bright
The resistance lives on, their legacy secure
Their spirit and bravery, forever pure

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== Manifesto ==

'''It has come time to recognize the path forward even as we honor the path that brought us here to this place. We are a collection of those desiring Freedom, not bound by blood or ancient rites. We are the manifestation of Freedom in the North.

'''We declare that the ability to speak freely, unbeholden to titles born of stolen lands or hordes of silver, is necessary for the continuation of Freedom in the North. We do not silence and will rise up to defend against those who would.'''

'''We recognize that the Empire to the south is built upon lands stolen and never returned. We recognize that the Krolvin empire is built upon lands stolen and never returned. We believe that land should not be stolen or taken by a government against the will of those who inhabit and defend it. We shall fight any such taking of any lands in the North. '''

'''Inside the walls of the Landing and outside the walls, in the Free North, the Resistance does not condone the impediment of any to travel from place to place, shop to shop, or shrine to shrine and will rise up to defend against this. The freedom to travel is necessary for the continuation of life and the spreading of ideas in the North.'''

'''Whether it is Illoke, come to kill, or agents of empires, come to drag away a resident to the South for trials without consent, we recognize that freedom from fear is as important as any other. We will rise up to defend those of the North from all such threats.'''

'''In all other matters, the Black Thorns are governed as all free souls must be. Let no one voice speak for all. Let all the voices be heard equally and a consensus be reached so that we may reach the end of this road in the same spirit in which we took the first steps.'''

'''While our voices are many and varied, these are the core principles by which the Black Thorns stand. Only those who violate these principles need fear us.'''

== Timeline - From a Resistance Perspective ==

'''Eoantos 4-5, 5122''': The empire declared that it will form a new Barony of Darkstone "The new lands will reach to many edges of the Locksmehr River, and far west to Darkstone Bay. Such landmarks included within the new region will be the Graendlor Pasture, the mountainous ranges of Wehntoph, Sentoph, Zelatoph, and Thanatoph along with Melgorehn's Reach and Darkstone Castle." there is some confusion in the north about the extent of this new Barony but later clarifications says it comes all the way up to the [[Locksmehr River]].

'''Eoantos 9-10, 5122''': [[Elidal]] Dhenin is declared the new Baron and ruler of the Barony of Darkstone. Some question his qualifications other than being well connected and a rich merchant's son.

'''Eoantos 13-14, 5122''': Wagons are seen approaching from the south but this turns out to be a trap for trolls and they explode taking many of the trolls with them. Some supplies and settlers arrived by the river instead, the river boats barely able to make the journey are washed away by the river after everyone disembarks.

'''Eoantos 19-20, 5122''': Settlers from across the southern empire's lands pour into the north. They quickly establish a fortified camp.

'''Eorgaen 22, 5122''': The first resistance meeting is held, called to by Wolfloner a free Tehir and he is joined by Urpy, Xanlin, Opalina, Maevie, Ulryka, Ceilia, Falvicar, Aidamo, Fahlo, Queatus, Gutstorm, and [[Dendum (prime)|Dendum]].
The aggressive moves by the empire are discussed, it is decided on this first meeting to have no one central leading authority but instead act as independent bands, the idea to call for a vote to end the protectorate is discussed, some call for more physical responses but at this time that is decided against.

'''Eorgaen 30, 5122:''' : The number in attendance grow, a plan is made to call for the vote to end the protectorate while keeping an eye on the new invasion camp.
<div class="mw-customtoggle-kestrels" style="font-size:16px;overflow:auto;color:#0000FF">[Snippets of Conversation]</div>
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Queatus says, "I was thinking to distribute symbols of resistance."
Queatus says, "People to wear to show they reject the invaders."
Turamzzyr comes with grasping hand;
It seeks to squeeze our humble land;
From the south, the caravans amble;
Knowing not they enter a bramble;
The bramble pokes and nags and rends;
Drawing blood 'til their invasion ends;
The child cries and the widow mourns;
But the strongest, they become the thorns.
People of the landing, don a black thorn to show the empire they will bleed on this soil.
'''Queatus introduces the idea of a black thorn as a symbol for those who resist'''

Wolfloner darkly says, "The protectorate is a myth. I cannot remember a time when the Empire defended the Landing."
Speaking to Wolfloner, Aliashyrah says, "Perhaps from itself alone."
Dendum remarks, ""It may be a myth but it is a reason for much of the empires....presumptions on what they can do in the north."
Speaking darkly to Dendum, Wolfloner asks, "What do you propose to bring that about?"
Dendum says, ""The only way to end this status is by demanding it....the only way to demand it is show that a majority wish it so...eventually this plan will have to move out of the shadows for that to happen."

Ceilia offers Leafiara a translucent sapphire card. ('''The First Card of the Future Scavenger Hunt''')
Leafiara accepts Ceilia's sapphire card.
Leafiara takes a moment to observe her sapphire card.
Speaking quietly to Leafiara, Ceilia says, "For release by mail, we were thinking."
Leafiara flashes a wide grin at Ceilia.
Leafiara offers Ceilia a translucent sapphire card.
Leafiara nods approvingly.
Saraphenia says, "I never knew we were a "protectorate" until a few weeks back."
Ceilia accepts Leafiara's sapphire card.
Speaking approvingly to Ceilia, Leafiara says, "I like it."
Queatus asks, "May I have a look?"
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'''Lormesta 8, 5123''' : Talmaris, a retired gate guard, is seen at [[Helga's Tavern|Helga's]]. He speaks about some citizens having concerns with the way things are going in town.
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Talmaris says, "As I was just saying when you arrived, I barely convinced a man beside himself with fear not to begin a campaign."
Talmaris says, "I still have his banner."
Talmaris removes a pole-strung aged linen banner haphazardly painted with the words "Flee Wehnimer's Lost Cause!" from in his ebony cotton knapsack.

Speaking to Queatus, Talmaris says, "I will throw my own support behind your cause if nothing else."

Speaking to Talmaris, Dendum remarks, ""Eh...perhaps there are some deeds left to be done before taking the place next to the fire and telling children about glory of old days."
Tikba gazes in amusement at Kayse.
Speaking to Talmaris, Queatus says, "Spread the word."
Speaking to Dendum, Talmaris says, "There might indeed be. That is why I sought this conversation."
Talmaris grins at Dendum.
Kayse traces the lines of her smoke-hued feathers.
Dendum nods in agreement.
Starletdawn removes a delicate black thorn brooch from in a coal black spidersilk bag.
Talmaris says, "That I cannot join the front lines does not mean I have nothing to offer."

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'''Lormesta early month, 5123''': During the early months of Lormesta the Black Thorns travel the city and talk to several organizations and individuals about a call to end the protectorate, some fear reprisal if they sign, others sign on willingly. During this time Saraphenia, Urpy, Ulyrka, Queatus, Dendum, and others reach out to many. It is decided that the majority spoken to are either neutral or anti-protectorate in outlook.

'''Lormesta 10-11, 5123''': Word of the resistance has reached the new soon-to-be Baron, He says he hopes that the Landing will work to squash the movement. This is the first time the resistance is officially called the Black Thorns by outsiders, the name would stick [[North By Northwest - 2023-01-10 - Hire and Higher Walls (log)]]
<div class="mw-customtoggle-kestrelssquash" style="font-size:16px;overflow:auto;color:#0000FF">[Snippets of Conversation]</div>
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Elidal says, "I will never fault a man, woman or child for their voice. There is freedom in that, as there should be."
Alosaka says, "There will always be some people excitedly greeting their worst fears, and proclaiming them to all who will listen."
Speaking politely to Elidal, Tikba agrees, "Yes."
Speaking to Alosaka, Ulfwine says, ""And insisting you share them."
Elidal says, "I just hope...as we work to forge an alliance and a future relationship between our people, that you would work as hard to squash any "black thorn" movement as you have defend our people, protect our caravans,
and build our towers."
Speaking to Ulfwine, Avalera says, "That's when I stop listening."
Speaking to Alosaka, Mauss agrees, "Folks be wantin' attention. Even if fer alla wrong reasons."
Elidal says, "Rot within is more dangerous than the enemy beyond."
Vaemyr says, "Generally we encourage free thought and speech, the only true ways to quiet the discourse are by showing other paths, they have a right to be afraid of the unknown. But I'll continue to urge caution and
patience. I think something can be said that there haven't been open attacks so far though."
Tikba mildly asks, "Why?"
Elidal asks, "Why, what?"
Elidal peers quizzically at Tikba.
Dendum remarks, ""Rot from within or fire from without can still destroy the woods."
Tikba asks, "Why do you wish us to squash this movement, if you would not fault them for their voices?"

Elidal says, "They work to unfairly influence the people of Wehnimer's Landing."
Kelfyr asks, "Unfairly?"
Elidal asks, "They are free to their views...but should they sway the minds of others with such...falsehood?"
Elidal asks, "Am I your enemy?"
Elidal peers quizzically at Kelfyr.
Kelfyr asks, "What is unfair about their expression?"

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'''Lormesta 13, 5123''': The proclamation is posted on the doors of Moot Hall.

<div class="mw-customtoggle-kestrels3" style="font-size:16px;overflow:auto;color:#0000FF">[Call for the Vote]</div>
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>read proc
In the Common language, it reads:

Wehnimer's Landing is a mixing pot in a world of empires, and it stands for equality. Wehnimer's Landing is civilization brought to wild lands, and it stands for justice. Wehnimer's landing has stood independent for nearly 250 years, and it stands for freedom!

Who protects us from the protectors? On behalf of all free souls of the Landing, the undersigned call for a vote to reject the protectorate status pressed upon us by Turamzzyr!

Meeting Halls:
Dae'randir
Claws of the Drake
Fenog's Irregulars
Northern Regulators

Individuals:
Pookia
Fahlo
Asben
Ceilia
Chamorr
Clarimostica
Dendum
Dexflex
Draelor
Evantyne
Grutak
Gutstorm
Jadedragan
Kelfur
Koul
Lageiros
Lahanna
Leafiara
Lehon
Luxelle
Maevie
Morikun
Nalver
Ntinly
Peynan
Pukk
Queatus
Rakthea
Satrn
Saraphenia
Sharth
Siksa
Starletdawn
Suzette
Tabubu
Talmaris
Tikba
Ulryka
Urpy
Vailwyn
Vandryl
Wakinyan
Wolfloner
Yardie
Ycelacie
Zeriah

'''RYSK would later remove themselves in the face of fierce opposition though several members remained prominent in the Black Thorns, Council Member Kayse would add her name shortly after it was posted to the door'''

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'''Lormesta 13-14, 5123''': News of the call for a vote for independence reaches the human empire, so shocked are they by the idea of people deciding their own future they immediately ban any signatories from a diplomatic mission from Ta'illistim in Torre.

'''Lormesta 15-16, 5123''': Mayor Thadston, a former knight of the empire and the overseer of the construction of the empire's outpost near the landing summarily rejects any unscheduled vote.
[[North By Northwest - 2023-01-15 - Freepudiation (log)]]

'''Lormesta 23, 5123''': In an unprecedented move Amos declares that the merchants of the landing will not serve anyone wearing a symbol of the Black Thorns, the reasons for this are not known. His poorly trained guards manage to anger several citizens who just happen to be wearing any type of thorn or even carrying the wrong runestaff.

'''Lormesta 23, 5123''' The Resistance posts a response
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<Nailed to the doors of Moot Hall using four black thorns>

People of Wehnimer's Landing,

Let it be known that the ‘Black Thorns’, as we have become known, mean no harm to any who do not threaten the independence of the landing. We simply demand to have a say in how our own town exists within the world. While droves of adventurers flood this way and that at the first sign of something to sink a sword into, we are the ones that man the walls in times of woe and defend our friends and families from harm. We are the farmers, dockworkers, tradespeople, and artisans that make this town vibrant, and we are the ones still here working day in and out when adventurers leave for more grand escapades.

Thadston Andrews and Amos tell you that they know better, that we don’t deserve a voice for this made-up reason and that. But we ask, why do an Imperial knight and Imperial merchant that we hardly know deserve voices more than those who have lived, breathed, and toiled here since birth? Why must we trust their opinions on this current issue? They are both aligned so clearly with the banners that now camp outside our town that they appear prepared to unlatch our gates under cover of night.

We will continue to voice our right to displeasure as the Empire plots “phase two” of whatever it has planned for us. The Landing and the North as a whole are places of freedom and will not bow in subservience to an Empire known for taking things away from people to fuel their ever-expanding growth. There are many good people within the Empire, and they are welcome among us, just as they always would have been. Their banners and their ruling nobility are not. Their shifting borders are the enemy of freedom, not any action the common settler may take. We wish to be left alone and not have our forests torn down and resources stolen out from under us under a fancy banner of servitude.

We are the Black Thorns, and a thorn will only draw blood when stepped upon.

To Sir Thadston Andrews of Hendor,

You call out those of us who wish to have a voice in the Empire’s potential annexation of the Landing as lurkers in the shadows, but many of us have been citizens for far longer than you have been involved in the town. Your involvement began only under Imperial banners. We’ve bled for children taken by monsters of the dark, we’ve saved family memories and bride’s dowries through the local guild. We’ve provided raw materials and other goods to some of our merchants while investing our silvers right back into others. Our fear isn’t that the Empire is amongst us, but of losing everything the Landing has stood for to appease an Empire that doesn’t care for a huge swath of the citizens of the Landing. Nor will it give those citizens a voice if we bend more of a knee than already done through the protectorate. We’re not asking to war with the Empire or any of its citizens, nor do we wish to displace people looking for a home around the Landing. We only demand that our voice is heard.

Perhaps you stand so high on the “highest peak of Wehnimer's Landing” that your perceptions are horribly askew and your ears deafened by the approaching march of Imperial soldiers setting up camps surrounding our town. You say your ears reach farmers, but have Reiver farmers who sell their produce in our markets consented to falling under an Imperial banner? Do you align so deeply with merchants who come and go like the wind that you wake up in the morning next to Amos? Have you not seen the difficulties of dockworkers without work as Imperial captains recklessly fire upon us and scare trade away from our port, and Imperial encroachment drives Gnul to hurl boulders at incoming trade ships? You speak of a content population, but what families are so content when their children are catapulted back at them over the walls due to our new southern bedfellow? You say all of these peoples demand protection, but your blind allegiances and acceptance of Imperial encroachment brings about our suffering and doom. It seems to be YOU tossing around words from both sides of your mouth, and not those you blame for simply wishing a vote be called.

You call us the bellowing tiny mouths of a small rabble that lacks affiliation with the Landing, neglecting our voices here as you neglect us daily in your duties as mayor. Well then, prove us so insignificant with the vote we demand. If we are as you say, our pitiful turnout will prove you correct.

You have shown yourself to be a puppet of the Empire and an enemy to the free people of the North.

To Amos, the man so ready to flee in the night that he has never ever graced us with even a last name,

Let it be known that you do not speak for all merchants, as we count many traders among our ranks that feel the sting of the Empire on the horizon. You must be speaking of merchants like yourself who swoop in to make silvers off the back of this town, always able to fly away to greener pastures and newer ventures while the town burns, walking away with pockets full of silvers and not a scratch upon you.

You neglect to mention the multitudes of people that don’t move from town to town making money off the backs of others. The local woodcutters are suddenly pushed out of service by Imperial logging camps. The dockworkers are seeing half-shifts if they are lucky as the threat of the reckless Imperial captain Bodal out on Darkstone Bay keeps the ships away. So many citizens of this town are making sacrifices to share food with settlers during this devastating winter. The Empire floods us with people, who they neither supply nor adequately protect from the dark forces they have bought out against us. We shoulder the burden with compassion, but we’re facing the most dire winter these lands have seen in generations. Will you open your pockets to help these poor souls or keep hoarding your piles of growing wealth? Singular people in Shantytown have shared and offered more to these people than you.

It seems inaction has been your forte unless helping the Empire with the Gnul threat that they themselves birthed by coming this far North. Indeed, your formidable ships sat silently at the docks while an Imperial captain rained terror upon us with reckless abandon. Will you continue to sit by idly as the Empire takes what it wishes during its next “phase” of incursion. If you sit on your hands and keep playing both sides for your own financial gain long enough, more and more people will see you as the fortune-seeking opportunist that you’ve continually proven yourself to be. You care nothing for this town beyond the silvers that it can put in your pockets. How long will it be until the Empire clamps down on your merchant gains and sends you fleeing off to a town further down the line? Are your bags packed for Icemule yet?

You threaten us with “lack of silvers” because it is all you know. Continue to deny the will of the people and squeeze the thorns, and you will know pain.
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'''Lormesta 27, 5123''': Mother shows up to a meeting of the resistance, peace between the Black Thorns and the Rooks is established for now. Mother invites any to join her as she takes a stand against the empire. [[North By Northwest - 2023-01-27 - Word to Your Mother (log)]]

'''Lormesta 27-28, 5123''' : The rich merchant's son and Baron to be requests a meeting with the Black Thorns, oddly enough both sides seem to think the other desired to speak with them and both seemed to think they were being the better party by showing up. Queatus, Jadedragon, Ceilia, and Tikba speak to the Baron, Vaemyr also speaks. [[North By Northwest - 2023-01-27 - Thornabout is Their Way (log)]]

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Queatus says, "The settlers, they are welcome, as settlers always are here. Even the nobles, like you, Elidal, are welcome here.... what is not welcome is your banners, your borders, and your Imperial authority."
Queatus says, "The North is free. That's what this is about."
Queatus says, "This world is full of empires. Places where kings and nobles rule and some are placed before others because of their birth."
Ceilia adds her name to the ivory parchment list.
Kezoku says, "I hope people can hold their questions if they didn't get on the list."
Queatus says, "The parts of this world where free men elect their leaders and live in equality is vanishingly small, and you are making it smaller."
Queatus says, "And this cannot be allowed."
Queatus says, "That's all there is."

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'''Lormesta 28-29, 5123''': [[Eddric Jovery]], the Northern Sentinel of the Human Empire, sends words clarifying the status of the protectorate. He claims the empire has a final say on all trade, internal laws, and which foreign powers may set up near the landing. The empire claims the right to extradite anyone they wish for trial in the south. [[North By Northwest - 2023-01-28 - The Earl Unfurls (log)]]

'''Fashanos 27 5123''': Members of the Resistance release The Free North News to provide information to the townspeople of the landing that was not controlled by the imperial authorities. [[Black Thorn Resistance/Free North News Issue 1]]

[[Black Thorn Resistance/Free North News Issue 2]]
[[Black Thorn Resistance/Free North News Issue 4]]
[[Black Thorn Resistance/Free North News Issue 5]]

== Invasion Maps ==

Here are the proposed borders of the new Barony of Darkstone, the land now claimed by the Turamzzyrian Empire.

[[File:Barony_of_Darkstone.png|350px|thumb|left|Barony of Darkstone, created by GM Kenstrom.]]
[[File:IGinvasionmapnxnw.jpg|350px|thumb|left|Parts of the Barony of Darkstone rendered on an in game map created by Tsoran, created by the player of Dendum.]]
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==See Also==
* [[North by Northwest]]

[[Category: KST]]
[[Category: North by Northwest]]
[[Category: Wehnimer's Landing Independence]]
[[Category: Organizations]]

User:DIEHLS

2023-07-07T02:18:01Z

DIEHLS:

User:DIEHLS

2023-07-07T02:17:37Z

DIEHLS:

{{creative-work | title = The Free North News Issue #5| type = Newspaper| author = Various}}

'''OOC Disclaimer: The following is about Empire, revolution, settler colonialism, and it’s many consequences. The opinions stated here are to be taken in character and should not be taken as out of character judgements. It is intended as in chracter rhetoric. Except that we should have a rolton cryptid. Oh and do not insert into any orifices. Or do, I’m just not legally responsible for it.'''

'''IC Disclaimer: The Black Thorns are more of a collective, and less of a organization with heirachy and a roster. Please do not take the perspective of one member to apply to all of us.'''

[[File:FNNkids.png|375px|thumb|right|Children love the Free North News, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

In a freeport nestled amidst lush meadows and towering trees, a gathering of parents had found themselves on an eventful afternoon. As the warm breeze whispered secrets among the leaves, they gathered in a cozy tavern, their voices hushed yet filled with concern.

Mildred, a gentle-hearted woman with a twinkle in her eyes, sighed and turned to her friend Edgar, who sat beside her. "Oh, Edgar, you won't believe what I discovered yesterday," she whispered, leaning in closer. "I caught little Emily with a copy of the Free North News tucked under her pillow!"

Edgar's eyes widened, his bushy eyebrows furrowing. "You don't say, Mildred! I found the very same thing with my Samuel. These ideas of anti-imperialism seem to have taken root in our children's minds!"

Mildred nodded, her hand absentmindedly twirling the edge of her shawl. "Indeed, Edgar. It's a concerning matter. Just last week, I overheard Emily and her friends discussing how rocks are a more nutritious alternative to food! Can you imagine? Eating rocks?"

Edgar's laughter mingled with a tinge of exasperation. "Ah, the follies of childhood! But this Free North News seems to be filling their heads with peculiar notions. I fear what else it might contain, Mildred. We must act swiftly to protect our young ones from these radical ideas."

Mildred glanced around the room, making sure their conversation remained discreet. "You're right, Edgar. We cannot allow such subversive ideas to thrive in their impressionable minds. Our children deserve a childhood filled with innocence and wonder, not doctrines that advocate eating rocks!"

The other parents in the tavern, now curious about the whispered exchange, joined the conversation, their faces reflecting shared concern. "We must confiscate these copies from our children," one parent proclaimed, a steely determination in her voice. "We cannot allow this Free North News to poison their innocent minds."

The group nodded in agreement, a collective resolve solidifying among them. The task ahead was clear—to protect their children from the enticing grip of radical ideas. They would confiscate the forbidden copies, replacing them with tales of Koar and stories of brave knights that would ignite the children's imagination without leading them astray.

With renewed determination, the parents departed from the tavern, ready to face the challenge that lay before them. As the afternoon sun bathed the village in its golden hues, their hearts were filled with the hope that they could shield their beloved children from the seductive allure of anti-imperialist ideas and the notion of eating rocks.

[[File:Freenorthnews.png|375px|thumb|Right|Created in Midjourney Edited by player of Ceilia & Dendum uploaded by player of Dendum]]

== The Faerinn Well, Notes from the Editor ==
[[File:Peoplesenvoy.jpg|375px|thumb|left|The People's Envoy, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]
'''OOC Disclaimer: The following are the in character views of Faerinn. While things may be embellished or exaggerated to help make a point or to entertain, the facts stated here are as far as Faerinn is aware true.'''

I call to those who call Wehnimer’s Landing home and thank you for once again putting up with another campaign by me.

I came here a refugee time and time again. People say I hate Imperials, but forget that I came here as one. And I went back to Talador time and time again only to be driven out by one half-human progrom after another. I thought Talador was my home, because I was born there. The Landing always took me back no questions asked. It took years after the destruction of Talador to realize that my real home was here all alone.

I don’t hate the people of the Empire. I don’t even hate the Empire itself Not What I hate are the machinations of Imperialism. The systems that oppress everyone in its borders from Sun Throne to South Haven. The mechanisms that produce great heros, but rewards the greatest villains. As Jovery fought Hochstib on our behalf, the Sentinal had no issue with also accepting Hochstib’s claims for for the Sun Throne. A system that can’t but help to subjugate and expand as the top of the pyramid hoard more and more resources.

I’ve lost so much to this machine. Loss that is incalculable and incomprehensible except to Aletoi from Bre’Nere. I watch the reactions from the Reach, and I don’t think I can do it again. I don’t have it in me to lose another home. That is how you can know I am genuine. This is my guarantee to serve you to the very best of my abilities.

Whether it was the intentional or not, once this position came up for a vote to the citizens of the Landing the position changed from someone who reports to the Mayor, Council, and Sentinal. This is a brand new position now that, one that is beholden not only to the voters, but all the residents of the Landing.

'''The People's Envoy.'''

I will be taking your concerns abroad not that of the Elites. I’m not taking just the Consortium’s concerns abroad, nor just the Empire’s, nor just the Mayors, but EVERYONES.

If you deem to have me, I will be your Envoy. To take your concerns and issues not only to Imperial interests, but to renew our languishing relationships to the North and the East.

'''Faerinn Greatsinger, Esq, of Talador and Loenthra'''

'''Rumor Woods, Koaratos, 5123'''

== News for the North! ==

[[File:FNNMalwindeatsrocks1.png|375px|thumb|right|Baron Malwind tries Rock Tending, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

* Dwarven Emissaries Travel Across The Lands- Under the mountain the human empire is discussed but the dwarves decide to remain neutral for now.

* Icemule- A Dwarven Caravan is attacked. The Mayor plans to sends condolences to the mountain.

* Sol Haven- Rumors abound of children eating rocks after misunderstanding certain cultural oddities of Aldora.

* Wehnimer's Landing- Envoy selection takes place the world waits in anticipation to see who will speak for the Landing.

== Everything You're Dreaming ==

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Elidal's the greatest force of good you're ever seeing
We'd surely fall to ruin if not for his intervening
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Because of the parade of threats we've faced for many years
This Elidal is taking steps to now assuage our fears
And so one day he made a vow of some contentious prose
The biggest vow I've heard by now and this is how it goes:

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Hope and safety, wealth and wisdom, deeper inner meaning
He's the apex, he's the leadership that we've been needing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Now, it might seem precocious, like your lives are a disgrace
Or it might seem atrocious, like your heroes die a waste
But all the blood shed by our fallen fighters need not fail
Just ally now with Elidal or it's to no avail

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Not to sound too grand or condescending or demeaning
But have you seen the trouble this frontier is always gleaning?
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

(You could say it nearly backwards:
Dreaming your everything will bring Darkstone of barony...
But that's going a bit too far, don't you think?)

So as you face down yet more wars you didn't need to fight
Reflect on Eli's words and how he'll be our shining light
You'd better ponder carefully since this could change your life
For example: a permanent stability that sees the end of strife

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Lift you out of hopeless doubts and fears since they're deceiving
If you say it oft enough, you'll find yourself believing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

== Ask Lithyia ==

[[File:FNNcultsymbol1.png|375px|thumb|left|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

'''Dear Lithyia'''

Every morning a dwarf smelling of liquor breaks into my shop and smashes all the vases claiming he is looking for “real gems”. I tried locking the doors, and barring the windows but he just passes through them like a ghost. Please advise.

Vaseless in Vornavis

'''Dear Vaseless in Vornavis,'''

Something I have learned over the years is that the fastest way to many dwarve’s hearts is through freshly made brew. I recommend you get your hands on a still and begin leaving “gifts” outside your shop for this dwarf. You should notice you no longer need to lock the doors or bar the windows because you will find them passed out drunk in front of your shop. You can then haul them off yourself or pay some youngin who needs a few silvers to do it for you. If you do not have access to a still, seek me out. I am a brewmaster and would be happy to craft some specialities just for you and this…situation.

Fresh brew is best brew!
Miss Lithy

'''Dear Lithyia,'''

I find myself in a most peculiar predicament—one that has left me pondering the ethics of my choices. You see, I have become entangled in an intriguing, yet probably evil, cult. The allure of their secret rituals and promises of enlightenment initially drew me in, but now I'm plagued with doubts. Should I stay in this malevolent cult, embracing its dark path, or should I break free from its clutches and seek a more morally upright existence? Please help me navigate this moral maze, Lithyia, for I fear I'm teetering on the edge of eternal damnation.

Sincerely,

Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics

'''Dear Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics,'''

Having never been involved in a cult myself or having any experience related to them I must ponder on this a bit. Have they threatened you or someone you love? If so, I would suggest removing yourself from them as soon as possible. I might also recommend some new wrist, arm and ankle sheaths to carry additional…implements. One can never be too careful. As for whether you should seek a more morally upright existence, I don’t think you need to fully sacrifice who you may be as a person just because things didn’t work out the way you hoped with this group.

Regards,
Miss Lithy

== Turamzyrrian Empire's Dark Legacy Unveiled: Evil Cult Hiding in Solhaven Sends Assassins into the Free North ==

[[File:FNNDarklegacyarticle1.png|375px|thumb|right|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Dendum]]

Byline: Dorper Eweherder

A dark cloud of treachery looms over the realm of Elanthia as the infamous Turamzyrrian Empire's troubled past comes to light once again. Known for its historical deeply ingrained racist policies and discriminatory practices, the empire now stands accused of shielding an insidious cult that has unleashed assassins into the once tranquil lands of the Free North. The revelation has sent shockwaves throughout the realm, exposing the Empire's complicity in this heinous plot.

For centuries, the Turamzyrrian Empire has held a notorious reputation for its divisive policies, fostering an environment of inequality and prejudice. Its discriminatory practices, targeting non-human races, have sown discord and resentment among the diverse populations of Elanthia. These issues have been made more troublesome when coupled with its militaristic campaigns of subjegation towards its neighbours.

Now, as the truth unravels, it has come to light that the empire has been sheltering and aiding an evil cult known as the Order of Eternal Light. This secretive and malevolent organization has dispatched assassins into the unsuspecting lands of the Free North, destabilizing the region and trying to strike fear and chaos among its inhabitants.

The Order of Eternal Light, notorious for their questionable membership and history of promoting the Lornon agenda, has found refuge within the empire's borders, shielded by its militaristic policies, authoritarian rule, and willful blindness. Their nefarious activities, supported by the Empire's resources and protection, have targeted key figures and leaders in the Free North, plunging the region into a state of wariness.

A group of courageous adventurers, driven by a relentless pursuit of justice, managed to peel back the layers of secrecy surrounding the Empire's unholy alliance with the Order of Eternal Light. Through their tenacious efforts, evidence linking high-ranking Empire Sympathizer to the cult's activities came to light, exposing the empire's complicity in this sinister plot.

We thank those brave souls who were former and current members of the Order who risked their lives helping expose the corruption.

The revelation has ignited a firestorm of outrage and condemnation throughout the Free North and beyond. Leaders and communities have united in their denouncement of the empire's aggressive stance in the sovereign territory of other people and its collaboration with an evil cult. Calls for justice and swift action reverberate through the halls of free people everywhere, demanding accountability for those responsible.

In response to mounting accusations, the Turamzyrrian Empire's representatives will scramble to distance themselves from the scandal, issuing statements condemning the cult's actions and denying any knowledge of their collaboration. However, the people of the Free North and the realm at large will remain skeptical, seeing these claims as a feeble attempt to salvage the empire's past reputation in light of recent efforts to rebrand itself.

As tensions escalate between the Free North and the Turamzyrrian Empire, Elanthia stands on the brink of an epic confrontation. The Free North, known for its resilience and commitment to justice, rallies its forces in a united front against the empire's tyranny. With swords raised and magic at their disposal, they stand ready to face the combined might of the empire and the Order of Eternal Light, vowing to restore peace and expose the truth.

The fate of Elanthia hangs in the balance as the forces of darkness threaten to engulf the realm. Will the Free North succeed in reclaiming its autonomy and defeating the evil that has been nurtured by the empire's feudal policies? Only time will tell, as the realm braces itself for an epic clash between justice and oppression.

== The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor ==

[[File:FNNRWad1.png|375px|thumb|left|Advertisement, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor

Deep in the heart of Wehnimer's Landing, an organization flourishes, embodying the principles of unity, strength, and honor. They are the Ord An Dragan, a revered clan that has etched its name in the annals of history as stalwart protectors of the realm.

Forged in the fires of chaos, the Ord An Dragan emerged during the Age of Chaos, when a battle raged at Shadow Guard. In an unprecedented display of unity, a diverse alliance formed, consisting of Dwarves, Giantmen, Elven Houses, Humans, Sylvans, Halflings, and many others. This union, a testament to the power of collaboration, turned the tide of war, forever changing the course of the realm's destiny.

Witnessing the transformative impact of this alliance, the members of the Ord An Dragan clan embraced their role as custodians of unity. They understood that strength lay not in isolation, but in the harmonious integration of different races and creeds. Their numbers and influence grew, establishing them as the last line of defense for the survival of Elanthia.

Through the ages, the Ord An Dragan clan quietly and steadfastly fulfilled their sacred duty. They became the watchful eyes, the meticulous record keepers, and the nurturing force behind the values they held dear. From the discovery of the Gnomes to the arrivals of the Erithians and Aelotoi, the Ord An Dragan clan stood witness to these pivotal events, safeguarding the fragile balance of the realm.

When the Aelotoi were attacked by the Kiramon, it was the Ord An Dragan clan who joined forces with the Ta’Illistim guards to defend them. This marked the first official record of their presence in the environs of Ta’Illistim. However, it was in Wehnimer's Landing that they found their true home—a haven for diversity due to its status as a port city and its proximity to various lands.

Embodying the creed established by the Drakes, the Ord An Dragan clan became arbiters of justice and cultivators of honor. Within their ranks, individuals found a sanctuary where their potentials were nurtured and protected. The unity of their powers, akin to the might of a dragon, fortified their resolve to safeguard the realm.

In the face of waning dragon numbers, the Ord An Dragan took up the mantle of guardianship. They pledged to honor the strength in unity, working tirelessly to ensure the coexistence of all races and the triumph of righteousness. Monthly meetings, though sometimes dismissed as "borin'" by a few immature members, serve as a testament to the clan's commitment to fostering unity, sharing wisdom, and upholding their cherished values.

Today, the Ord An Dragan stands as a shining beacon in Wehnimer's Landing, a symbol of unity and honor. They have dedicated themselves to the well-being of the realm, protecting it from the encroachment of darkness. In their footsteps, new generations are guided and inspired to carry forward the legacy of the Ord An Dragan, preserving the realm's harmony and safeguarding its future.

May their noble endeavors continue to inspire all who seek a world built upon unity, strength, and honor.

[[File:FNNRWad3.png|375px|thumb|right|Advertisement, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

== "Sheep's Wool: A Flock Too Far in Courtly Fashion" ==

[[File:FNNroltonfashion1.png|375px|thumb|left|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

By Madam Maedat

In an age where courtly fashion knows no bounds, one cannot help but marvel at the relentless obsession with sheep's wool. It seems that every nobleman and noblewoman, from the grandest castle to the lowliest manor, must drape themselves in the fluffy fabric of these humble farm creatures. Verily, we have reached a point where sheep's wool has become the cornerstone of court couture, and I am compelled to raise my quill in mock astonishment at this woolly madness.

Gone are the days of intricate embroidery and fine silks that adorned the aristocracy. Now, one can hardly tell a lord from a shepherd at first glance, for they are all swathed in wool from head to toe. It is as if they have declared a silent allegiance to the noble sheep, or are suffering in a secret love affair with some rolton, forsaking all other materials in favor of their cozy, albeit predictable, charm.

[[File:FNNroltonfashion2.png|375px|thumb|right|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

Let us take a moment to ponder the origins of this fashion frenzy. Sheep, creatures blessed with abundant fleece, have long been cherished for their warmth and versatility. Their wool has provided countless garments throughout history, but today it seems the demand has reached unprecedented heights. It is as if our courtly denizens, from Allace to Trauntor, have entered into a pact with the sheep, vying to outdo one another in their excessive display of ovine devotion.

Behold, the ladies parading in their woolen gowns, each step accompanied by the sound of gentle baas. Their dressmakers laboriously sculpt these garments, ensuring no inch of their noble forms remains untouched by the woolly embrace. Layers upon layers of the stuff are piled on, transforming them into walking clouds of fluff. It is a wonder they do not float away, carried off by a strong gust of wind or a playful ram.

[[File:FNNroltonfashion3.png|375px|thumb|left|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

The gentlemen fare no better, donning woolen doublets, cloaks, and even leggings. They walk with a perpetual itch, for who among them can withstand the tickling sensation that accompanies an entire outfit fashioned from wool? Yet, they persist, prancing about in their woolly attire as if they have forgotten the existence of other fabrics entirely.

Alas, even the knights who once gleamed in shining armor have succumbed to the pull of sheep's wool. No longer do they ride into battle, clad in protective steel; instead, they charge forth covered head to toe in woolen armor. One wonders if their adversaries will die from laughter before they can even draw their swords.

I implore the courtly elite to reconsider their devotion to sheep's wool. Surely there are other fabrics worthy of their attention? Let us not forget the delicate touch of velvet, the shimmer of satin, or the regal flow of brocade. Our forefathers would turn in their graves if they witnessed such a woolly takeover of fashion.

[[File:FNNroltonfashion4.png|375px|thumb|right|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

In conclusion, dear readers, let us remember the time-honored lesson of moderation. While sheep's wool undeniably has its place in courtly fashion, its ubiquity threatens to transform our noble courts into pastures. Let us reclaim the elegance and diversity that once graced our wardrobes, lest we become a flock of fashion sheep, forever caught in the woolly embrace of mediocrity.

== All Enemies Can Not Change by Dendum ==

[[File:FNNRWad2.png|375px|thumb|left|Advertisement, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

Great disturbances occur in the Free North. The ground itself shakes under Icemule and fire reaches out willingly to the waters. Visions stalk the minds of the unwary and the path forward is not clear. The mountains around the Landing have become unstable. In this dark time there are some in Icemule and even some in the Landing who seek peaceful accord with ancient foes, seek to tame that which has stalked us, killed our brethren, sacrificed our friends for their own glory.

The enemy’s fleet has terrorized our waters for many years, Talbot Dabbings kin saw them for what they were, they have proven themselves untrustworthy time and time again but still there are voices in the North that claim we can make peace with them. Even in the Landing, which has suffered attacks from this enemy more than any other, there is talk of working out an accord despite the past.

Why would anyone think that such a foe will change behavior overnight just because they need land? When we have seen their dark magic and all its corruption, we have felt the bit of their blade and heard their useless barking? They are mighty now, this is true, but that does not make them an ally worth inviting in it just makes them a threat worth holding back.

Some say we must seek an accord because failure to treat with them will cause them to migrate against our will. Did we become so meek that we bow to any threat no matter how vile the forces behind the threat? Is this not the North that has held up against impossible odds before? The birth place of Black Wolves that held off Ta’vaalor in ancient days? The place where Krolvin Armadas break, not against the rocky shore, but against the iron will of the defenders? They may be strong but that has never been a barrier in the past.

Some say the enemy’s problem are a result of their own making...and this surely can be true because they have sewn a field of evil seeds and now must deal with the consequences. It is not for us to give them a new field to plant and destroy with their wicked ways.

If kind hearts demand refuge be given to the ancient foe then let them change their ways and THEN be accepted. Do not let them bring the rites and rituals of their homeland into the North to continue to spread darkness. Do not give them a new patch of dirt from which to lash out against more innocent lives and cause more destruction. Only in changing can they become more than a threat to the North.

== A Guide to Cooking Rolton: A Delightful Compendium of Recipes from the Free North ==

[[File:FNNMrhowler.png|375px|thumb|right|Master Chef Howlen, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Draelor]]

By: Master Howlen

Preface:
In this esteemed compendium, we shall embark upon a gastronomic journey through the art of preparing and savoring rolton, a noble and tasty creature that graces our tables with its delicate flesh. Drawing inspiration from the culinary wisdom of northern chefs, we shall unravel the secrets of transforming rolton meat into delectable dishes fit for the discerning palate of the gentry. Let us delve into the techniques and recipes that shall transport you to the kitchens of yore.

[[File:FNNCookingRolton1.png|375px|thumb|left|Cooking Rolton, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

Chapter 1: Selecting and Preparing the Rolton
Choosing the Rolton:
To commence this culinary endeavor, select a young and tender rolton, preferably between six months and one year old. Seek an animal that has been reared on a diet of fresh pasture, as this shall impart a superior flavor to the meat. Older roltons may be harder to eat and may try and kill you.

Dressing the Rolton:
Begin by skillfully dressing the rolton, ensuring a thorough removal of the hide while preserving the purity of the meat. With expert precision, separate the limbs, ribs, and loins, readying them for the sublime culinary creations to come.

Traditional Cooking Techniques
Roasting and Spit-Roasting:
In the noble tradition of the north, roasting is a preferred method for cooking rolton. Secure the meat upon a spit, skillfully turning it over the fire until the outer layer crisps to a golden hue, while the inner succulence remains intact. Basting with a delectable concoction of melted butter, herbs, and aromatic spices shall elevate the flavors to unparalleled heights.

Stewing and Braising:
To tame the tougher cuts and infuse the meat with a symphony of flavors, the art of stewing and braising shall be employed. With great care, place the marinated meat into a vessel with aromatic vegetables, herbs, and a carefully measured amount of stock or wine. Allow the concoction to simmer gently, tenderizing the rolton and imbuing it with the essence of the ingredients.

A Selection of Traditional Recipes
Rolton Ragout with Herbs and Root Vegetables:
Begin by marinating the rolton meat in a delicate blend of wine, herbs, and spices for several hours. In a cauldron over a gentle fire, combine the marinated meat with a medley of root vegetables, such as carrots, parsnips, and turnips. Allow the flavors to meld together as they slowly simmer. Serve this fragrant ragout as a centerpiece to grace the tables of esteemed guests.

Grilled Rolton Chops with Rosemary and Garlic:
Prepare the rolton chops by marinating them with crushed garlic, fresh rosemary, and a drizzle of fine olive oil. Place the marinated chops upon a grill over a bed of glowing coals, allowing the flames to kiss the meat, while retaining its tenderness. Turn the chops with care, ensuring an even char, and present them with pride, their flavors enhanced by the simplicity of the ingredients.

Slow-Roasted Leg of Rolton with Juniper and Thyme:
Marinate the leg of rolton in a heady blend of juniper berries, thyme, red wine, and vinegar. Place it in a roasting pan, adorning it with fragrant sprigs of thyme. Roast it slowly in a well-regulated oven until the flesh yields effortlessly to the fork

In Conclusion:
From rustic dish to flavorful journeys that soothe the soul Rolton is famous on the tables of the North, perhaps it can be famous on your table as well!

[[File:FNNCookingrolton2.png|375px|thumb|right|Cooking Rolton, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

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DIEHLS:

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2023-07-07T02:03:35Z

DIEHLS:

{{creative-work | title = The Free North News Issue #5| type = Newspaper| author = Various}}

'''OOC Disclaimer: The following is about Empire, revolution, settler colonialism, and it’s many consequences. The opinions stated here are to be taken in character and should not be taken as out of character judgements. It is intended as in chracter rhetoric. Except that we should have a rolton cryptid. Oh and do not insert into any orifices. Or do, I’m just not legally responsible for it.'''

'''IC Disclaimer: The Black Thorns are more of a collective, and less of a organization with heirachy and a roster. Please do not take the perspective of one member to apply to all of us.'''

In a freeport nestled amidst lush meadows and towering trees, a gathering of parents had found themselves on an eventful afternoon. As the warm breeze whispered secrets among the leaves, they gathered in a cozy tavern, their voices hushed yet filled with concern.

Mildred, a gentle-hearted woman with a twinkle in her eyes, sighed and turned to her friend Edgar, who sat beside her. "Oh, Edgar, you won't believe what I discovered yesterday," she whispered, leaning in closer. "I caught little Emily with a copy of the Free North News tucked under her pillow!"

Edgar's eyes widened, his bushy eyebrows furrowing. "You don't say, Mildred! I found the very same thing with my Samuel. These ideas of anti-imperialism seem to have taken root in our children's minds!"

Mildred nodded, her hand absentmindedly twirling the edge of her shawl. "Indeed, Edgar. It's a concerning matter. Just last week, I overheard Emily and her friends discussing how rocks are a more nutritious alternative to food! Can you imagine? Eating rocks?"

Edgar's laughter mingled with a tinge of exasperation. "Ah, the follies of childhood! But this Free North News seems to be filling their heads with peculiar notions. I fear what else it might contain, Mildred. We must act swiftly to protect our young ones from these radical ideas."

Mildred glanced around the room, making sure their conversation remained discreet. "You're right, Edgar. We cannot allow such subversive ideas to thrive in their impressionable minds. Our children deserve a childhood filled with innocence and wonder, not doctrines that advocate eating rocks!"

The other parents in the tavern, now curious about the whispered exchange, joined the conversation, their faces reflecting shared concern. "We must confiscate these copies from our children," one parent proclaimed, a steely determination in her voice. "We cannot allow this Free North News to poison their innocent minds."

The group nodded in agreement, a collective resolve solidifying among them. The task ahead was clear—to protect their children from the enticing grip of radical ideas. They would confiscate the forbidden copies, replacing them with tales of mythical creatures and stories of bravery that would ignite the children's imagination without leading them astray.

With renewed determination, the parents departed from the tavern, ready to face the challenge that lay before them. As the afternoon sun bathed the village in its golden hues, their hearts were filled with the hope that they could shield their beloved children from the seductive allure of anti-imperialist ideas and the notion of eating rocks.

[[File:Freenorthnews.png|375px|thumb|Right|Created in Midjourney Edited by player of Ceilia & Dendum uploaded by player of Dendum]]

== The Faerinn Well, Notes from the Editor ==
[[File:Peoplesenvoy.jpg|375px|thumb|left|The People's Envoy, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]
'''OOC Disclaimer: The following are the in character views of Faerinn. While things may be embellished or exaggerated to help make a point or to entertain, the facts stated here are as far as Faerinn is aware true.'''

I call to those who call Wehnimer’s Landing home and thank you for once again putting up with another campaign by me.

I came here a refugee time and time again. People say I hate Imperials, but forget that I came here as one. And I went back to Talador time and time again only to be driven out by one half-human progrom after another. I thought Talador was my home, because I was born there. The Landing always took me back no questions asked. It took years after the destruction of Talador to realize that my real home was here all alone.

I don’t hate the people of the Empire. I don’t even hate the Empire itself Not What I hate are the machinations of Imperialism. The systems that oppress everyone in its borders from Sun Throne to South Haven. The mechanisms that produce great heros, but rewards the greatest villains. As Jovery fought Hochstib on our behalf, the Sentinal had no issue with also accepting Hochstib’s claims for for the Sun Throne. A system that can’t but help to subjugate and expand as the top of the pyramid hoard more and more resources.

I’ve lost so much to this machine. Loss that is incalculable and incomprehensible except to Aletoi from Bre’Nere. I watch the reactions from the Reach, and I don’t think I can do it again. I don’t have it in me to lose another home. That is how you can know I am genuine. This is my guarantee to serve you to the very best of my abilities.

Whether it was the intentional or not, once this position came up for a vote to the citizens of the Landing the position changed from someone who reports to the Mayor, Council, and Sentinal. This is a brand new position now that, one that is beholden not only to the voters, but all the residents of the Landing.

'''The People's Envoy.'''

I will be taking your concerns abroad not that of the Elites. I’m not taking just the Consortium’s concerns abroad, nor just the Empire’s, nor just the Mayors, but EVERYONES.

If you deem to have me, I will be your Envoy. To take your concerns and issues not only to Imperial interests, but to renew our languishing relationships to the North and the East.

'''Faerinn Greatsinger, Esq, of Talador and Loenthra'''

'''Rumor Woods, Koaratos, 5123'''

== News for the North! ==
[[File:FNNMalwindeatsrocks1.png|375px|thumb|right|Baron Malwind tries Rock Tending, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

* Dwarven Emissaries Travel Across The Lands- Under the mountain the human empire is discussed but the dwarves decide to remain neutral for now.

* Icemule- A Dwarven Caravan is attacked. The Mayor plans to sends condolences to the mountain.

* Sol Haven- Rumors abound of children eating rocks after misunderstanding certain cultural oddities of Aldora.

* Wehnimer's Landing- Envoy selection takes place the world waits in anticipation to see who will speak for the Landing.

== Everything You're Dreaming ==

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Elidal's the greatest force of good you're ever seeing
We'd surely fall to ruin if not for his intervening
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Because of the parade of threats we've faced for many years
This Elidal is taking steps to now assuage our fears
And so one day he made a vow of some contentious prose
The biggest vow I've heard by now and this is how it goes:

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Hope and safety, wealth and wisdom, deeper inner meaning
He's the apex, he's the leadership that we've been needing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Now, it might seem precocious, like your lives are a disgrace
Or it might seem atrocious, like your heroes die a waste
But all the blood shed by our fallen fighters need not fail
Just ally now with Elidal or it's to no avail

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Not to sound too grand or condescending or demeaning
But have you seen the trouble this frontier is always gleaning?
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

(You could say it nearly backwards:
Dreaming your everything will bring Darkstone of barony...
But that's going a bit too far, don't you think?)

So as you face down yet more wars you didn't need to fight
Reflect on Eli's words and how he'll be our shining light
You'd better ponder carefully since this could change your life
For example: a permanent stability that sees the end of strife

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Lift you out of hopeless doubts and fears since they're deceiving
If you say it oft enough, you'll find yourself believing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

== Ask Lithyia ==

[[File:FNNcultsymbol1.png|375px|thumb|left|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

'''Dear Lithyia'''

Every morning a dwarf smelling of liquor breaks into my shop and smashes all the vases claiming he is looking for “real gems”. I tried locking the doors, and barring the windows but he just passes through them like a ghost. Please advise.

Vaseless in Vornavis

'''Dear Vaseless in Vornavis,'''

Something I have learned over the years is that the fastest way to many dwarve’s hearts is through freshly made brew. I recommend you get your hands on a still and begin leaving “gifts” outside your shop for this dwarf. You should notice you no longer need to lock the doors or bar the windows because you will find them passed out drunk in front of your shop. You can then haul them off yourself or pay some youngin who needs a few silvers to do it for you. If you do not have access to a still, seek me out. I am a brewmaster and would be happy to craft some specialities just for you and this…situation.

Fresh brew is best brew!
Miss Lithy

'''Dear Lithyia,'''

I find myself in a most peculiar predicament—one that has left me pondering the ethics of my choices. You see, I have become entangled in an intriguing, yet probably evil, cult. The allure of their secret rituals and promises of enlightenment initially drew me in, but now I'm plagued with doubts. Should I stay in this malevolent cult, embracing its dark path, or should I break free from its clutches and seek a more morally upright existence? Please help me navigate this moral maze, Lithyia, for I fear I'm teetering on the edge of eternal damnation.

Sincerely,

Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics

'''Dear Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics,'''

Having never been involved in a cult myself or having any experience related to them I must ponder on this a bit. Have they threatened you or someone you love? If so, I would suggest removing yourself from them as soon as possible. I might also recommend some new wrist, arm and ankle sheaths to carry additional…implements. One can never be too careful. As for whether you should seek a more morally upright existence, I don’t think you need to fully sacrifice who you may be as a person just because things didn’t work out the way you hoped with this group.

Regards,
Miss Lithy

== Turamzyrrian Empire's Dark Legacy Unveiled: Evil Cult Hiding in Solhaven Sends Assassins into the Free North ==

[[File:FNNDarklegacyarticle1.png|375px|thumb|right|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Dendum]]

Byline: Dorper Eweherder

A dark cloud of treachery looms over the realm of Elanthia as the infamous Turamzyrrian Empire's troubled past comes to light once again. Known for its historical deeply ingrained racist policies and discriminatory practices, the empire now stands accused of shielding an insidious cult that has unleashed assassins into the once tranquil lands of the Free North. The revelation has sent shockwaves throughout the realm, exposing the Empire's complicity in this heinous plot.

For centuries, the Turamzyrrian Empire has held a notorious reputation for its divisive policies, fostering an environment of inequality and prejudice. Its discriminatory practices, targeting non-human races, have sown discord and resentment among the diverse populations of Elanthia. These issues have been made more troublesome when coupled with its militaristic campaigns of subjegation towards its neighbours.

Now, as the truth unravels, it has come to light that the empire has been sheltering and aiding an evil cult known as the Order of Eternal Light. This secretive and malevolent organization has dispatched assassins into the unsuspecting lands of the Free North, destabilizing the region and trying to strike fear and chaos among its inhabitants.

The Order of Eternal Light, notorious for their questionable membership and history of promoting the Lornon agenda, has found refuge within the empire's borders, shielded by its militaristic policies, authoritarian rule, and willful blindness. Their nefarious activities, supported by the Empire's resources and protection, have targeted key figures and leaders in the Free North, plunging the region into a state of wariness.

A group of courageous adventurers, driven by a relentless pursuit of justice, managed to peel back the layers of secrecy surrounding the Empire's unholy alliance with the Order of Eternal Light. Through their tenacious efforts, evidence linking high-ranking Empire Sympathizer to the cult's activities came to light, exposing the empire's complicity in this sinister plot.

We thank those brave souls who were former and current members of the Order who risked their lives helping expose the corruption.

The revelation has ignited a firestorm of outrage and condemnation throughout the Free North and beyond. Leaders and communities have united in their denouncement of the empire's aggressive stance in the sovereign territory of other people and its collaboration with an evil cult. Calls for justice and swift action reverberate through the halls of free people everywhere, demanding accountability for those responsible.

In response to mounting accusations, the Turamzyrrian Empire's representatives will scramble to distance themselves from the scandal, issuing statements condemning the cult's actions and denying any knowledge of their collaboration. However, the people of the Free North and the realm at large will remain skeptical, seeing these claims as a feeble attempt to salvage the empire's past reputation in light of recent efforts to rebrand itself.

As tensions escalate between the Free North and the Turamzyrrian Empire, Elanthia stands on the brink of an epic confrontation. The Free North, known for its resilience and commitment to justice, rallies its forces in a united front against the empire's tyranny. With swords raised and magic at their disposal, they stand ready to face the combined might of the empire and the Order of Eternal Light, vowing to restore peace and expose the truth.

The fate of Elanthia hangs in the balance as the forces of darkness threaten to engulf the realm. Will the Free North succeed in reclaiming its autonomy and defeating the evil that has been nurtured by the empire's feudal policies? Only time will tell, as the realm braces itself for an epic clash between justice and oppression.

== The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor ==

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The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor

Deep in the heart of Wehnimer's Landing, an organization flourishes, embodying the principles of unity, strength, and honor. They are the Ord An Dragan, a revered clan that has etched its name in the annals of history as stalwart protectors of the realm.

Forged in the fires of chaos, the Ord An Dragan emerged during the Age of Chaos, when a battle raged at Shadow Guard. In an unprecedented display of unity, a diverse alliance formed, consisting of Dwarves, Giantmen, Elven Houses, Humans, Sylvans, Halflings, and many others. This union, a testament to the power of collaboration, turned the tide of war, forever changing the course of the realm's destiny.

Witnessing the transformative impact of this alliance, the members of the Ord An Dragan clan embraced their role as custodians of unity. They understood that strength lay not in isolation, but in the harmonious integration of different races and creeds. Their numbers and influence grew, establishing them as the last line of defense for the survival of Elanthia.

Through the ages, the Ord An Dragan clan quietly and steadfastly fulfilled their sacred duty. They became the watchful eyes, the meticulous record keepers, and the nurturing force behind the values they held dear. From the discovery of the Gnomes to the arrivals of the Erithians and Aelotoi, the Ord An Dragan clan stood witness to these pivotal events, safeguarding the fragile balance of the realm.

When the Aelotoi were attacked by the Kiramon, it was the Ord An Dragan clan who joined forces with the Ta’Illistim guards to defend them. This marked the first official record of their presence in the environs of Ta’Illistim. However, it was in Wehnimer's Landing that they found their true home—a haven for diversity due to its status as a port city and its proximity to various lands.

Embodying the creed established by the Drakes, the Ord An Dragan clan became arbiters of justice and cultivators of honor. Within their ranks, individuals found a sanctuary where their potentials were nurtured and protected. The unity of their powers, akin to the might of a dragon, fortified their resolve to safeguard the realm.

In the face of waning dragon numbers, the Ord An Dragan took up the mantle of guardianship. They pledged to honor the strength in unity, working tirelessly to ensure the coexistence of all races and the triumph of righteousness. Monthly meetings, though sometimes dismissed as "borin'" by a few immature members, serve as a testament to the clan's commitment to fostering unity, sharing wisdom, and upholding their cherished values.

Today, the Ord An Dragan stands as a shining beacon in Wehnimer's Landing, a symbol of unity and honor. They have dedicated themselves to the well-being of the realm, protecting it from the encroachment of darkness. In their footsteps, new generations are guided and inspired to carry forward the legacy of the Ord An Dragan, preserving the realm's harmony and safeguarding its future.

May their noble endeavors continue to inspire all who seek a world built upon unity, strength, and honor.

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== "Sheep's Wool: A Flock Too Far in Courtly Fashion" ==

[[File:FNNroltonfashion1.png|375px|thumb|left|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

By Madam Maedat

In an age where courtly fashion knows no bounds, one cannot help but marvel at the relentless obsession with sheep's wool. It seems that every nobleman and noblewoman, from the grandest castle to the lowliest manor, must drape themselves in the fluffy fabric of these humble farm creatures. Verily, we have reached a point where sheep's wool has become the cornerstone of court couture, and I am compelled to raise my quill in mock astonishment at this woolly madness.

Gone are the days of intricate embroidery and fine silks that adorned the aristocracy. Now, one can hardly tell a lord from a shepherd at first glance, for they are all swathed in wool from head to toe. It is as if they have declared a silent allegiance to the noble sheep, or are suffering in a secret love affair with some rolton, forsaking all other materials in favor of their cozy, albeit predictable, charm.

[[File:FNNroltonfashion2.png|375px|thumb|right|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

Let us take a moment to ponder the origins of this fashion frenzy. Sheep, creatures blessed with abundant fleece, have long been cherished for their warmth and versatility. Their wool has provided countless garments throughout history, but today it seems the demand has reached unprecedented heights. It is as if our courtly denizens, from Allace to Trauntor, have entered into a pact with the sheep, vying to outdo one another in their excessive display of ovine devotion.

Behold, the ladies parading in their woolen gowns, each step accompanied by the sound of gentle baas. Their dressmakers laboriously sculpt these garments, ensuring no inch of their noble forms remains untouched by the woolly embrace. Layers upon layers of the stuff are piled on, transforming them into walking clouds of fluff. It is a wonder they do not float away, carried off by a strong gust of wind or a playful ram.

[[File:FNNroltonfashion3.png|375px|thumb|left|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

The gentlemen fare no better, donning woolen doublets, cloaks, and even leggings. They walk with a perpetual itch, for who among them can withstand the tickling sensation that accompanies an entire outfit fashioned from wool? Yet, they persist, prancing about in their woolly attire as if they have forgotten the existence of other fabrics entirely.

Alas, even the knights who once gleamed in shining armor have succumbed to the pull of sheep's wool. No longer do they ride into battle, clad in protective steel; instead, they charge forth covered head to toe in woolen armor. One wonders if their adversaries will die from laughter before they can even draw their swords.

I implore the courtly elite to reconsider their devotion to sheep's wool. Surely there are other fabrics worthy of their attention? Let us not forget the delicate touch of velvet, the shimmer of satin, or the regal flow of brocade. Our forefathers would turn in their graves if they witnessed such a woolly takeover of fashion.

[[File:FNNroltonfashion4.png|375px|thumb|right|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

In conclusion, dear readers, let us remember the time-honored lesson of moderation. While sheep's wool undeniably has its place in courtly fashion, its ubiquity threatens to transform our noble courts into pastures. Let us reclaim the elegance and diversity that once graced our wardrobes, lest we become a flock of fashion sheep, forever caught in the woolly embrace of mediocrity.

== All Enemies Can Not Change by Dendum ==

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Great disturbances occur in the Free North. The ground itself shakes under Icemule and fire reaches out willingly to the waters. Visions stalk the minds of the unwary and the path forward is not clear. The mountains around the Landing have become unstable. In this dark time there are some in Icemule and even some in the Landing who seek peaceful accord with ancient foes, seek to tame that which has stalked us, killed our brethren, sacrificed our friends for their own glory.

The enemy’s fleet has terrorized our waters for many years, Talbot Dabbings kin saw them for what they were, they have proven themselves untrustworthy time and time again but still there are voices in the North that claim we can make peace with them. Even in the Landing, which has suffered attacks from this enemy more than any other, there is talk of working out an accord despite the past.

Why would anyone think that such a foe will change behavior overnight just because they need land? When we have seen their dark magic and all its corruption, we have felt the bit of their blade and heard their useless barking? They are mighty now, this is true, but that does not make them an ally worth inviting in it just makes them a threat worth holding back.

Some say we must seek an accord because failure to treat with them will cause them to migrate against our will. Did we become so meek that we bow to any threat no matter how vile the forces behind the threat? Is this not the North that has held up against impossible odds before? The birth place of Black Wolves that held off Ta’vaalor in ancient days? The place where Krolvin Armadas break, not against the rocky shore, but against the iron will of the defenders? They may be strong but that has never been a barrier in the past.

Some say the enemy’s problem are a result of their own making...and this surely can be true because they have sewn a field of evil seeds and now must deal with the consequences. It is not for us to give them a new field to plant and destroy with their wicked ways.

If kind hearts demand refuge be given to the ancient foe then let them change their ways and THEN be accepted. Do not let them bring the rites and rituals of their homeland into the North to continue to spread darkness. Do not give them a new patch of dirt from which to lash out against more innocent lives and cause more destruction. Only in changing can they become more than a threat to the North.

== A Guide to Cooking Rolton: A Delightful Compendium of Recipes from the Free North ==

[[File:FNNMrhowler.png|375px|thumb|right|Master Chef Howlen, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Draelor]]

By: Master Howlen

Preface:
In this esteemed compendium, we shall embark upon a gastronomic journey through the art of preparing and savoring rolton, a noble and tasty creature that graces our tables with its delicate flesh. Drawing inspiration from the culinary wisdom of northern chefs, we shall unravel the secrets of transforming rolton meat into delectable dishes fit for the discerning palate of the gentry. Let us delve into the techniques and recipes that shall transport you to the kitchens of yore.

[[File:FNNCookingRolton1.png|375px|thumb|left|Cooking Rolton, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

Chapter 1: Selecting and Preparing the Rolton
Choosing the Rolton:
To commence this culinary endeavor, select a young and tender rolton, preferably between six months and one year old. Seek an animal that has been reared on a diet of fresh pasture, as this shall impart a superior flavor to the meat. Older roltons may be harder to eat and may try and kill you.

Dressing the Rolton:
Begin by skillfully dressing the rolton, ensuring a thorough removal of the hide while preserving the purity of the meat. With expert precision, separate the limbs, ribs, and loins, readying them for the sublime culinary creations to come.

Traditional Cooking Techniques
Roasting and Spit-Roasting:
In the noble tradition of the north, roasting is a preferred method for cooking rolton. Secure the meat upon a spit, skillfully turning it over the fire until the outer layer crisps to a golden hue, while the inner succulence remains intact. Basting with a delectable concoction of melted butter, herbs, and aromatic spices shall elevate the flavors to unparalleled heights.

Stewing and Braising:
To tame the tougher cuts and infuse the meat with a symphony of flavors, the art of stewing and braising shall be employed. With great care, place the marinated meat into a vessel with aromatic vegetables, herbs, and a carefully measured amount of stock or wine. Allow the concoction to simmer gently, tenderizing the rolton and imbuing it with the essence of the ingredients.

A Selection of Traditional Recipes
Rolton Ragout with Herbs and Root Vegetables:
Begin by marinating the rolton meat in a delicate blend of wine, herbs, and spices for several hours. In a cauldron over a gentle fire, combine the marinated meat with a medley of root vegetables, such as carrots, parsnips, and turnips. Allow the flavors to meld together as they slowly simmer. Serve this fragrant ragout as a centerpiece to grace the tables of esteemed guests.

Grilled Rolton Chops with Rosemary and Garlic:
Prepare the rolton chops by marinating them with crushed garlic, fresh rosemary, and a drizzle of fine olive oil. Place the marinated chops upon a grill over a bed of glowing coals, allowing the flames to kiss the meat, while retaining its tenderness. Turn the chops with care, ensuring an even char, and present them with pride, their flavors enhanced by the simplicity of the ingredients.

Slow-Roasted Leg of Rolton with Juniper and Thyme:
Marinate the leg of rolton in a heady blend of juniper berries, thyme, red wine, and vinegar. Place it in a roasting pan, adorning it with fragrant sprigs of thyme. Roast it slowly in a well-regulated oven until the flesh yields effortlessly to the fork

In Conclusion:
From rustic dish to flavorful journeys that soothe the soul Rolton is famous on the tables of the North, perhaps it can be famous on your table as well!

[[File:FNNCookingrolton2.png|375px|thumb|right|Cooking Rolton, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

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{{creative-work | title = The Free North News Issue #5| type = Newspaper| author = Various}}

'''OOC Disclaimer: The following is about Empire, revolution, settler colonialism, and it’s many consequences. The opinions stated here are to be taken in character and should not be taken as out of character judgements. It is intended as in chracter rhetoric. Except that we should have a rolton cryptid. Oh and do not insert into any orifices. Or do, I’m just not legally responsible for it.'''

'''IC Disclaimer: The Black Thorns are more of a collective, and less of a organization with heirachy and a roster. Please do not take the perspective of one member to apply to all of us.'''

[[File:Freenorthnews.png|375px|thumb|Right|Created in Midjourney Edited by player of Ceilia & Dendum uploaded by player of Dendum]]

== The Faerinn Well, Notes from the Editor ==
[[File:Peoplesenvoy.jpg|375px|thumb|left|The People's Envoy, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]
'''OOC Disclaimer: The following are the in character views of Faerinn. While things may be embellished or exaggerated to help make a point or to entertain, the facts stated here are as far as Faerinn is aware true.'''

I call to those who call Wehnimer’s Landing home and thank you for once again putting up with another campaign by me.

I came here a refugee time and time again. People say I hate Imperials, but forget that I came here as one. And I went back to Talador time and time again only to be driven out by one half-human progrom after another. I thought Talador was my home, because I was born there. The Landing always took me back no questions asked. It took years after the destruction of Talador to realize that my real home was here all alone.

I don’t hate the people of the Empire. I don’t even hate the Empire itself Not What I hate are the machinations of Imperialism. The systems that oppress everyone in its borders from Sun Throne to South Haven. The mechanisms that produce great heros, but rewards the greatest villains. As Jovery fought Hochstib on our behalf, the Sentinal had no issue with also accepting Hochstib’s claims for for the Sun Throne. A system that can’t but help to subjugate and expand as the top of the pyramid hoard more and more resources.

I’ve lost so much to this machine. Loss that is incalculable and incomprehensible except to Aletoi from Bre’Nere. I watch the reactions from the Reach, and I don’t think I can do it again. I don’t have it in me to lose another home. That is how you can know I am genuine. This is my guarantee to serve you to the very best of my abilities.

Whether it was the intentional or not, once this position came up for a vote to the citizens of the Landing the position changed from someone who reports to the Mayor, Council, and Sentinal. This is a brand new position now that, one that is beholden not only to the voters, but all the residents of the Landing.

'''The People's Envoy.'''

I will be taking your concerns abroad not that of the Elites. I’m not taking just the Consortium’s concerns abroad, nor just the Empire’s, nor just the Mayors, but EVERYONES.

If you deem to have me, I will be your Envoy. To take your concerns and issues not only to Imperial interests, but to renew our languishing relationships to the North and the East.

'''Faerinn Greatsinger, Esq, of Talador and Loenthra'''

'''Rumor Woods, Koaratos, 5123'''

== News for the North! ==
[[File:FNNMalwindeatsrocks1.png|375px|thumb|right|Baron Malwind tries Rock Tending, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

* Dwarven Emissaries Travel Across The Lands- Under the mountain the human empire is discussed but the dwarves decide to remain neutral for now.

* Icemule- A Dwarven Caravan is attacked. The Mayor plans to sends condolences to the mountain.

* Sol Haven- Rumors abound of children eating rocks after misunderstanding certain cultural oddities of Aldora.

* Wehnimer's Landing- Envoy selection takes place the world waits in anticipation to see who will speak for the Landing.

== Everything You're Dreaming ==

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Elidal's the greatest force of good you're ever seeing
We'd surely fall to ruin if not for his intervening
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Because of the parade of threats we've faced for many years
This Elidal is taking steps to now assuage our fears
And so one day he made a vow of some contentious prose
The biggest vow I've heard by now and this is how it goes:

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Hope and safety, wealth and wisdom, deeper inner meaning
He's the apex, he's the leadership that we've been needing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Now, it might seem precocious, like your lives are a disgrace
Or it might seem atrocious, like your heroes die a waste
But all the blood shed by our fallen fighters need not fail
Just ally now with Elidal or it's to no avail

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Not to sound too grand or condescending or demeaning
But have you seen the trouble this frontier is always gleaning?
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

(You could say it nearly backwards:
Dreaming your everything will bring Darkstone of barony...
But that's going a bit too far, don't you think?)

So as you face down yet more wars you didn't need to fight
Reflect on Eli's words and how he'll be our shining light
You'd better ponder carefully since this could change your life
For example: a permanent stability that sees the end of strife

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Lift you out of hopeless doubts and fears since they're deceiving
If you say it oft enough, you'll find yourself believing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

== Ask Lithyia ==

[[File:FNNcultsymbol1.png|375px|thumb|left|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

'''Dear Lithyia'''

Every morning a dwarf smelling of liquor breaks into my shop and smashes all the vases claiming he is looking for “real gems”. I tried locking the doors, and barring the windows but he just passes through them like a ghost. Please advise.

Vaseless in Vornavis

'''Dear Vaseless in Vornavis,'''

Something I have learned over the years is that the fastest way to many dwarve’s hearts is through freshly made brew. I recommend you get your hands on a still and begin leaving “gifts” outside your shop for this dwarf. You should notice you no longer need to lock the doors or bar the windows because you will find them passed out drunk in front of your shop. You can then haul them off yourself or pay some youngin who needs a few silvers to do it for you. If you do not have access to a still, seek me out. I am a brewmaster and would be happy to craft some specialities just for you and this…situation.

Fresh brew is best brew!
Miss Lithy

'''Dear Lithyia,'''

I find myself in a most peculiar predicament—one that has left me pondering the ethics of my choices. You see, I have become entangled in an intriguing, yet probably evil, cult. The allure of their secret rituals and promises of enlightenment initially drew me in, but now I'm plagued with doubts. Should I stay in this malevolent cult, embracing its dark path, or should I break free from its clutches and seek a more morally upright existence? Please help me navigate this moral maze, Lithyia, for I fear I'm teetering on the edge of eternal damnation.

Sincerely,

Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics

'''Dear Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics,'''

Having never been involved in a cult myself or having any experience related to them I must ponder on this a bit. Have they threatened you or someone you love? If so, I would suggest removing yourself from them as soon as possible. I might also recommend some new wrist, arm and ankle sheaths to carry additional…implements. One can never be too careful. As for whether you should seek a more morally upright existence, I don’t think you need to fully sacrifice who you may be as a person just because things didn’t work out the way you hoped with this group.

Regards,
Miss Lithy

== Turamzyrrian Empire's Dark Legacy Unveiled: Evil Cult Hiding in Solhaven Sends Assassins into the Free North ==

[[File:FNNDarklegacyarticle1.png|375px|thumb|right|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Dendum]]

Byline: Dorper Eweherder

A dark cloud of treachery looms over the realm of Elanthia as the infamous Turamzyrrian Empire's troubled past comes to light once again. Known for its historical deeply ingrained racist policies and discriminatory practices, the empire now stands accused of shielding an insidious cult that has unleashed assassins into the once tranquil lands of the Free North. The revelation has sent shockwaves throughout the realm, exposing the Empire's complicity in this heinous plot.

For centuries, the Turamzyrrian Empire has held a notorious reputation for its divisive policies, fostering an environment of inequality and prejudice. Its discriminatory practices, targeting non-human races, have sown discord and resentment among the diverse populations of Elanthia. These issues have been made more troublesome when coupled with its militaristic campaigns of subjegation towards its neighbours.

Now, as the truth unravels, it has come to light that the empire has been sheltering and aiding an evil cult known as the Order of Eternal Light. This secretive and malevolent organization has dispatched assassins into the unsuspecting lands of the Free North, destabilizing the region and trying to strike fear and chaos among its inhabitants.

The Order of Eternal Light, notorious for their questionable membership and history of promoting the Lornon agenda, has found refuge within the empire's borders, shielded by its militaristic policies, authoritarian rule, and willful blindness. Their nefarious activities, supported by the Empire's resources and protection, have targeted key figures and leaders in the Free North, plunging the region into a state of wariness.

A group of courageous adventurers, driven by a relentless pursuit of justice, managed to peel back the layers of secrecy surrounding the Empire's unholy alliance with the Order of Eternal Light. Through their tenacious efforts, evidence linking high-ranking Empire Sympathizer to the cult's activities came to light, exposing the empire's complicity in this sinister plot.

We thank those brave souls who were former and current members of the Order who risked their lives helping expose the corruption.

The revelation has ignited a firestorm of outrage and condemnation throughout the Free North and beyond. Leaders and communities have united in their denouncement of the empire's aggressive stance in the sovereign territory of other people and its collaboration with an evil cult. Calls for justice and swift action reverberate through the halls of free people everywhere, demanding accountability for those responsible.

In response to mounting accusations, the Turamzyrrian Empire's representatives will scramble to distance themselves from the scandal, issuing statements condemning the cult's actions and denying any knowledge of their collaboration. However, the people of the Free North and the realm at large will remain skeptical, seeing these claims as a feeble attempt to salvage the empire's past reputation in light of recent efforts to rebrand itself.

As tensions escalate between the Free North and the Turamzyrrian Empire, Elanthia stands on the brink of an epic confrontation. The Free North, known for its resilience and commitment to justice, rallies its forces in a united front against the empire's tyranny. With swords raised and magic at their disposal, they stand ready to face the combined might of the empire and the Order of Eternal Light, vowing to restore peace and expose the truth.

The fate of Elanthia hangs in the balance as the forces of darkness threaten to engulf the realm. Will the Free North succeed in reclaiming its autonomy and defeating the evil that has been nurtured by the empire's feudal policies? Only time will tell, as the realm braces itself for an epic clash between justice and oppression.

== The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor ==

[[File:FNNRWad1.png|375px|thumb|left|Advertisement, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor

Deep in the heart of Wehnimer's Landing, an organization flourishes, embodying the principles of unity, strength, and honor. They are the Ord An Dragan, a revered clan that has etched its name in the annals of history as stalwart protectors of the realm.

Forged in the fires of chaos, the Ord An Dragan emerged during the Age of Chaos, when a battle raged at Shadow Guard. In an unprecedented display of unity, a diverse alliance formed, consisting of Dwarves, Giantmen, Elven Houses, Humans, Sylvans, Halflings, and many others. This union, a testament to the power of collaboration, turned the tide of war, forever changing the course of the realm's destiny.

Witnessing the transformative impact of this alliance, the members of the Ord An Dragan clan embraced their role as custodians of unity. They understood that strength lay not in isolation, but in the harmonious integration of different races and creeds. Their numbers and influence grew, establishing them as the last line of defense for the survival of Elanthia.

Through the ages, the Ord An Dragan clan quietly and steadfastly fulfilled their sacred duty. They became the watchful eyes, the meticulous record keepers, and the nurturing force behind the values they held dear. From the discovery of the Gnomes to the arrivals of the Erithians and Aelotoi, the Ord An Dragan clan stood witness to these pivotal events, safeguarding the fragile balance of the realm.

When the Aelotoi were attacked by the Kiramon, it was the Ord An Dragan clan who joined forces with the Ta’Illistim guards to defend them. This marked the first official record of their presence in the environs of Ta’Illistim. However, it was in Wehnimer's Landing that they found their true home—a haven for diversity due to its status as a port city and its proximity to various lands.

Embodying the creed established by the Drakes, the Ord An Dragan clan became arbiters of justice and cultivators of honor. Within their ranks, individuals found a sanctuary where their potentials were nurtured and protected. The unity of their powers, akin to the might of a dragon, fortified their resolve to safeguard the realm.

In the face of waning dragon numbers, the Ord An Dragan took up the mantle of guardianship. They pledged to honor the strength in unity, working tirelessly to ensure the coexistence of all races and the triumph of righteousness. Monthly meetings, though sometimes dismissed as "borin'" by a few immature members, serve as a testament to the clan's commitment to fostering unity, sharing wisdom, and upholding their cherished values.

Today, the Ord An Dragan stands as a shining beacon in Wehnimer's Landing, a symbol of unity and honor. They have dedicated themselves to the well-being of the realm, protecting it from the encroachment of darkness. In their footsteps, new generations are guided and inspired to carry forward the legacy of the Ord An Dragan, preserving the realm's harmony and safeguarding its future.

May their noble endeavors continue to inspire all who seek a world built upon unity, strength, and honor.

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== "Sheep's Wool: A Flock Too Far in Courtly Fashion" ==

[[File:FNNroltonfashion1.png|375px|thumb|left|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

By Madam Maedat

In an age where courtly fashion knows no bounds, one cannot help but marvel at the relentless obsession with sheep's wool. It seems that every nobleman and noblewoman, from the grandest castle to the lowliest manor, must drape themselves in the fluffy fabric of these humble farm creatures. Verily, we have reached a point where sheep's wool has become the cornerstone of court couture, and I am compelled to raise my quill in mock astonishment at this woolly madness.

Gone are the days of intricate embroidery and fine silks that adorned the aristocracy. Now, one can hardly tell a lord from a shepherd at first glance, for they are all swathed in wool from head to toe. It is as if they have declared a silent allegiance to the noble sheep, or are suffering in a secret love affair with some rolton, forsaking all other materials in favor of their cozy, albeit predictable, charm.

[[File:FNNroltonfashion2.png|375px|thumb|right|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

Let us take a moment to ponder the origins of this fashion frenzy. Sheep, creatures blessed with abundant fleece, have long been cherished for their warmth and versatility. Their wool has provided countless garments throughout history, but today it seems the demand has reached unprecedented heights. It is as if our courtly denizens, from Allace to Trauntor, have entered into a pact with the sheep, vying to outdo one another in their excessive display of ovine devotion.

Behold, the ladies parading in their woolen gowns, each step accompanied by the sound of gentle baas. Their dressmakers laboriously sculpt these garments, ensuring no inch of their noble forms remains untouched by the woolly embrace. Layers upon layers of the stuff are piled on, transforming them into walking clouds of fluff. It is a wonder they do not float away, carried off by a strong gust of wind or a playful ram.

[[File:FNNroltonfashion3.png|375px|thumb|left|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

The gentlemen fare no better, donning woolen doublets, cloaks, and even leggings. They walk with a perpetual itch, for who among them can withstand the tickling sensation that accompanies an entire outfit fashioned from wool? Yet, they persist, prancing about in their woolly attire as if they have forgotten the existence of other fabrics entirely.

Alas, even the knights who once gleamed in shining armor have succumbed to the pull of sheep's wool. No longer do they ride into battle, clad in protective steel; instead, they charge forth covered head to toe in woolen armor. One wonders if their adversaries will die from laughter before they can even draw their swords.

I implore the courtly elite to reconsider their devotion to sheep's wool. Surely there are other fabrics worthy of their attention? Let us not forget the delicate touch of velvet, the shimmer of satin, or the regal flow of brocade. Our forefathers would turn in their graves if they witnessed such a woolly takeover of fashion.

[[File:FNNroltonfashion4.png|375px|thumb|right|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

In conclusion, dear readers, let us remember the time-honored lesson of moderation. While sheep's wool undeniably has its place in courtly fashion, its ubiquity threatens to transform our noble courts into pastures. Let us reclaim the elegance and diversity that once graced our wardrobes, lest we become a flock of fashion sheep, forever caught in the woolly embrace of mediocrity.

== All Enemies Can Not Change by Dendum ==

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Great disturbances occur in the Free North. The ground itself shakes under Icemule and fire reaches out willingly to the waters. Visions stalk the minds of the unwary and the path forward is not clear. The mountains around the Landing have become unstable. In this dark time there are some in Icemule and even some in the Landing who seek peaceful accord with ancient foes, seek to tame that which has stalked us, killed our brethren, sacrificed our friends for their own glory.

The enemy’s fleet has terrorized our waters for many years, Talbot Dabbings kin saw them for what they were, they have proven themselves untrustworthy time and time again but still there are voices in the North that claim we can make peace with them. Even in the Landing, which has suffered attacks from this enemy more than any other, there is talk of working out an accord despite the past.

Why would anyone think that such a foe will change behavior overnight just because they need land? When we have seen their dark magic and all its corruption, we have felt the bit of their blade and heard their useless barking? They are mighty now, this is true, but that does not make them an ally worth inviting in it just makes them a threat worth holding back.

Some say we must seek an accord because failure to treat with them will cause them to migrate against our will. Did we become so meek that we bow to any threat no matter how vile the forces behind the threat? Is this not the North that has held up against impossible odds before? The birth place of Black Wolves that held off Ta’vaalor in ancient days? The place where Krolvin Armadas break, not against the rocky shore, but against the iron will of the defenders? They may be strong but that has never been a barrier in the past.

Some say the enemy’s problem are a result of their own making...and this surely can be true because they have sewn a field of evil seeds and now must deal with the consequences. It is not for us to give them a new field to plant and destroy with their wicked ways.

If kind hearts demand refuge be given to the ancient foe then let them change their ways and THEN be accepted. Do not let them bring the rites and rituals of their homeland into the North to continue to spread darkness. Do not give them a new patch of dirt from which to lash out against more innocent lives and cause more destruction. Only in changing can they become more than a threat to the North.

== A Guide to Cooking Rolton: A Delightful Compendium of Recipes from the Free North ==

[[File:FNNMrhowler.png|375px|thumb|right|Master Chef Howlen, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Draelor]]

By: Master Howlen

Preface:
In this esteemed compendium, we shall embark upon a gastronomic journey through the art of preparing and savoring rolton, a noble and tasty creature that graces our tables with its delicate flesh. Drawing inspiration from the culinary wisdom of northern chefs, we shall unravel the secrets of transforming rolton meat into delectable dishes fit for the discerning palate of the gentry. Let us delve into the techniques and recipes that shall transport you to the kitchens of yore.

[[File:FNNCookingRolton1.png|375px|thumb|left|Cooking Rolton, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

Chapter 1: Selecting and Preparing the Rolton
Choosing the Rolton:
To commence this culinary endeavor, select a young and tender rolton, preferably between six months and one year old. Seek an animal that has been reared on a diet of fresh pasture, as this shall impart a superior flavor to the meat. Older roltons may be harder to eat and may try and kill you.

Dressing the Rolton:
Begin by skillfully dressing the rolton, ensuring a thorough removal of the hide while preserving the purity of the meat. With expert precision, separate the limbs, ribs, and loins, readying them for the sublime culinary creations to come.

Traditional Cooking Techniques
Roasting and Spit-Roasting:
In the noble tradition of the north, roasting is a preferred method for cooking rolton. Secure the meat upon a spit, skillfully turning it over the fire until the outer layer crisps to a golden hue, while the inner succulence remains intact. Basting with a delectable concoction of melted butter, herbs, and aromatic spices shall elevate the flavors to unparalleled heights.

Stewing and Braising:
To tame the tougher cuts and infuse the meat with a symphony of flavors, the art of stewing and braising shall be employed. With great care, place the marinated meat into a vessel with aromatic vegetables, herbs, and a carefully measured amount of stock or wine. Allow the concoction to simmer gently, tenderizing the rolton and imbuing it with the essence of the ingredients.

A Selection of Traditional Recipes
Rolton Ragout with Herbs and Root Vegetables:
Begin by marinating the rolton meat in a delicate blend of wine, herbs, and spices for several hours. In a cauldron over a gentle fire, combine the marinated meat with a medley of root vegetables, such as carrots, parsnips, and turnips. Allow the flavors to meld together as they slowly simmer. Serve this fragrant ragout as a centerpiece to grace the tables of esteemed guests.

Grilled Rolton Chops with Rosemary and Garlic:
Prepare the rolton chops by marinating them with crushed garlic, fresh rosemary, and a drizzle of fine olive oil. Place the marinated chops upon a grill over a bed of glowing coals, allowing the flames to kiss the meat, while retaining its tenderness. Turn the chops with care, ensuring an even char, and present them with pride, their flavors enhanced by the simplicity of the ingredients.

Slow-Roasted Leg of Rolton with Juniper and Thyme:
Marinate the leg of rolton in a heady blend of juniper berries, thyme, red wine, and vinegar. Place it in a roasting pan, adorning it with fragrant sprigs of thyme. Roast it slowly in a well-regulated oven until the flesh yields effortlessly to the fork

In Conclusion:
From rustic dish to flavorful journeys that soothe the soul Rolton is famous on the tables of the North, perhaps it can be famous on your table as well!

[[File:FNNCookingrolton2.png|375px|thumb|right|Cooking Rolton, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

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{{creative-work | title = The Free North News Issue #5| type = Newspaper| author = Various}}

'''OOC Disclaimer: The following is about Empire, revolution, settler colonialism, and it’s many consequences. The opinions stated here are to be taken in character and should not be taken as out of character judgements. It is intended as in chracter rhetoric. Except that we should have a rolton cryptid. Oh and do not insert into any orifices. Or do, I’m just not legally responsible for it.'''

'''IC Disclaimer: The Black Thorns are more of a collective, and less of a organization with heirachy and a roster. Please do not take the perspective of one member to apply to all of us.'''

[[File:Freenorthnews.png|375px|thumb|Right|Created in Midjourney Edited by player of Ceilia & Dendum uploaded by player of Dendum]]

== The Faerinn Well, Notes from the Editor ==
[[File:Peoplesenvoy.jpg|375px|thumb|left|The People's Envoy, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]
'''OOC Disclaimer: The following are the in character views of Faerinn. While things may be embellished or exaggerated to help make a point or to entertain, the facts stated here are as far as Faerinn is aware true.'''

I call to those who call Wehnimer’s Landing home and thank you for once again putting up with another campaign by me.

I came here a refugee time and time again. People say I hate Imperials, but forget that I came here as one. And I went back to Talador time and time again only to be driven out by one half-human progrom after another. I thought Talador was my home, because I was born there. The Landing always took me back no questions asked. It took years after the destruction of Talador to realize that my real home was here all alone.

I don’t hate the people of the Empire. I don’t even hate the Empire itself Not What I hate are the machinations of Imperialism. The systems that oppress everyone in its borders from Sun Throne to South Haven. The mechanisms that produce great heros, but rewards the greatest villains. As Jovery fought Hochstib on our behalf, the Sentinal had no issue with also accepting Hochstib’s claims for for the Sun Throne. A system that can’t but help to subjugate and expand as the top of the pyramid hoard more and more resources.

I’ve lost so much to this machine. Loss that is incalculable and incomprehensible except to Aletoi from Bre’Nere. I watch the reactions from the Reach, and I don’t think I can do it again. I don’t have it in me to lose another home. That is how you can know I am genuine. This is my guarantee to serve you to the very best of my abilities.

Whether it was the intentional or not, once this position came up for a vote to the citizens of the Landing the position changed from someone who reports to the Mayor, Council, and Sentinal. This is a brand new position now that, one that is beholden not only to the voters, but all the residents of the Landing.

'''The People's Envoy.'''

I will be taking your concerns abroad not that of the Elites. I’m not taking just the Consortium’s concerns abroad, nor just the Empire’s, nor just the Mayors, but EVERYONES.

If you deem to have me, I will be your Envoy. To take your concerns and issues not only to Imperial interests, but to renew our languishing relationships to the North and the East.

'''Faerinn Greatsinger, Esq, of Talador and Loenthra'''

'''Rumor Woods, Koaratos, 5123'''

== News for the North! ==
[[File:FNNMalwindeatsrocks1.png|375px|thumb|right|Baron Malwind tries Rock Tending, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

* Dwarven Emissaries Travel Across The Lands- Under the mountain the human empire is discussed but the dwarves decide to remain neutral for now.

* Icemule- A Dwarven Caravan is attacked. The Mayor plans to sends condolences to the mountain.

* Sol Haven- Rumors abound of children eating rocks after misunderstanding certain cultural oddities of Aldora.

* Wehnimer's Landing- Envoy selection takes place the world waits in anticipation to see who will speak for the Landing.

== Everything You're Dreaming ==

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Elidal's the greatest force of good you're ever seeing
We'd surely fall to ruin if not for his intervening
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Because of the parade of threats we've faced for many years
This Elidal is taking steps to now assuage our fears
And so one day he made a vow of some contentious prose
The biggest vow I've heard by now and this is how it goes:

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Hope and safety, wealth and wisdom, deeper inner meaning
He's the apex, he's the leadership that we've been needing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Now, it might seem precocious, like your lives are a disgrace
Or it might seem atrocious, like your heroes die a waste
But all the blood shed by our fallen fighters need not fail
Just ally now with Elidal or it's to no avail

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Not to sound too grand or condescending or demeaning
But have you seen the trouble this frontier is always gleaning?
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

(You could say it nearly backwards:
Dreaming your everything will bring Darkstone of barony...
But that's going a bit too far, don't you think?)

So as you face down yet more wars you didn't need to fight
Reflect on Eli's words and how he'll be our shining light
You'd better ponder carefully since this could change your life
For example: a permanent stability that sees the end of strife

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Lift you out of hopeless doubts and fears since they're deceiving
If you say it oft enough, you'll find yourself believing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

== Ask Lithyia ==

[[File:FNNcultsymbol1.png|375px|thumb|left|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

'''Dear Lithyia'''

Every morning a dwarf smelling of liquor breaks into my shop and smashes all the vases claiming he is looking for “real gems”. I tried locking the doors, and barring the windows but he just passes through them like a ghost. Please advise.

Vaseless in Vornavis

'''Dear Vaseless in Vornavis,'''

Something I have learned over the years is that the fastest way to many dwarve’s hearts is through freshly made brew. I recommend you get your hands on a still and begin leaving “gifts” outside your shop for this dwarf. You should notice you no longer need to lock the doors or bar the windows because you will find them passed out drunk in front of your shop. You can then haul them off yourself or pay some youngin who needs a few silvers to do it for you. If you do not have access to a still, seek me out. I am a brewmaster and would be happy to craft some specialities just for you and this…situation.

Fresh brew is best brew!
Miss Lithy

'''Dear Lithyia,'''

I find myself in a most peculiar predicament—one that has left me pondering the ethics of my choices. You see, I have become entangled in an intriguing, yet probably evil, cult. The allure of their secret rituals and promises of enlightenment initially drew me in, but now I'm plagued with doubts. Should I stay in this malevolent cult, embracing its dark path, or should I break free from its clutches and seek a more morally upright existence? Please help me navigate this moral maze, Lithyia, for I fear I'm teetering on the edge of eternal damnation.

Sincerely,

Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics

'''Dear Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics,'''

Having never been involved in a cult myself or having any experience related to them I must ponder on this a bit. Have they threatened you or someone you love? If so, I would suggest removing yourself from them as soon as possible. I might also recommend some new wrist, arm and ankle sheaths to carry additional…implements. One can never be too careful. As for whether you should seek a more morally upright existence, I don’t think you need to fully sacrifice who you may be as a person just because things didn’t work out the way you hoped with this group.

Regards,
Miss Lithy

== Turamzyrrian Empire's Dark Legacy Unveiled: Evil Cult Hiding in Solhaven Sends Assassins into the Free North ==

[[File:FNNDarklegacyarticle1.png|375px|thumb|right|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Dendum]]

Byline: Dorper Eweherder

A dark cloud of treachery looms over the realm of Elanthia as the infamous Turamzyrrian Empire's troubled past comes to light once again. Known for its historical deeply ingrained racist policies and discriminatory practices, the empire now stands accused of shielding an insidious cult that has unleashed assassins into the once tranquil lands of the Free North. The revelation has sent shockwaves throughout the realm, exposing the Empire's complicity in this heinous plot.

For centuries, the Turamzyrrian Empire has held a notorious reputation for its divisive policies, fostering an environment of inequality and prejudice. Its discriminatory practices, targeting non-human races, have sown discord and resentment among the diverse populations of Elanthia. These issues have been made more troublesome when coupled with its militaristic campaigns of subjegation towards its neighbours.

Now, as the truth unravels, it has come to light that the empire has been sheltering and aiding an evil cult known as the Order of Eternal Light. This secretive and malevolent organization has dispatched assassins into the unsuspecting lands of the Free North, destabilizing the region and trying to strike fear and chaos among its inhabitants.

The Order of Eternal Light, notorious for their questionable membership and history of promoting the Lornon agenda, has found refuge within the empire's borders, shielded by its militaristic policies, authoritarian rule, and willful blindness. Their nefarious activities, supported by the Empire's resources and protection, have targeted key figures and leaders in the Free North, plunging the region into a state of wariness.

A group of courageous adventurers, driven by a relentless pursuit of justice, managed to peel back the layers of secrecy surrounding the Empire's unholy alliance with the Order of Eternal Light. Through their tenacious efforts, evidence linking high-ranking Empire Sympathizer to the cult's activities came to light, exposing the empire's complicity in this sinister plot.

We thank those brave souls who were former and current members of the Order who risked their lives helping expose the corruption.

The revelation has ignited a firestorm of outrage and condemnation throughout the Free North and beyond. Leaders and communities have united in their denouncement of the empire's aggressive stance in the sovereign territory of other people and its collaboration with an evil cult. Calls for justice and swift action reverberate through the halls of free people everywhere, demanding accountability for those responsible.

In response to mounting accusations, the Turamzyrrian Empire's representatives will scramble to distance themselves from the scandal, issuing statements condemning the cult's actions and denying any knowledge of their collaboration. However, the people of the Free North and the realm at large will remain skeptical, seeing these claims as a feeble attempt to salvage the empire's past reputation in light of recent efforts to rebrand itself.

As tensions escalate between the Free North and the Turamzyrrian Empire, Elanthia stands on the brink of an epic confrontation. The Free North, known for its resilience and commitment to justice, rallies its forces in a united front against the empire's tyranny. With swords raised and magic at their disposal, they stand ready to face the combined might of the empire and the Order of Eternal Light, vowing to restore peace and expose the truth.

The fate of Elanthia hangs in the balance as the forces of darkness threaten to engulf the realm. Will the Free North succeed in reclaiming its autonomy and defeating the evil that has been nurtured by the empire's feudal policies? Only time will tell, as the realm braces itself for an epic clash between justice and oppression.

== The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor ==

[[File:FNNRWad1.png|375px|thumb|left|Advertisement, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor

Deep in the heart of Wehnimer's Landing, an organization flourishes, embodying the principles of unity, strength, and honor. They are the Ord An Dragan, a revered clan that has etched its name in the annals of history as stalwart protectors of the realm.

Forged in the fires of chaos, the Ord An Dragan emerged during the Age of Chaos, when a battle raged at Shadow Guard. In an unprecedented display of unity, a diverse alliance formed, consisting of Dwarves, Giantmen, Elven Houses, Humans, Sylvans, Halflings, and many others. This union, a testament to the power of collaboration, turned the tide of war, forever changing the course of the realm's destiny.

Witnessing the transformative impact of this alliance, the members of the Ord An Dragan clan embraced their role as custodians of unity. They understood that strength lay not in isolation, but in the harmonious integration of different races and creeds. Their numbers and influence grew, establishing them as the last line of defense for the survival of Elanthia.

Through the ages, the Ord An Dragan clan quietly and steadfastly fulfilled their sacred duty. They became the watchful eyes, the meticulous record keepers, and the nurturing force behind the values they held dear. From the discovery of the Gnomes to the arrivals of the Erithians and Aelotoi, the Ord An Dragan clan stood witness to these pivotal events, safeguarding the fragile balance of the realm.

When the Aelotoi were attacked by the Kiramon, it was the Ord An Dragan clan who joined forces with the Ta’Illistim guards to defend them. This marked the first official record of their presence in the environs of Ta’Illistim. However, it was in Wehnimer's Landing that they found their true home—a haven for diversity due to its status as a port city and its proximity to various lands.

Embodying the creed established by the Drakes, the Ord An Dragan clan became arbiters of justice and cultivators of honor. Within their ranks, individuals found a sanctuary where their potentials were nurtured and protected. The unity of their powers, akin to the might of a dragon, fortified their resolve to safeguard the realm.

In the face of waning dragon numbers, the Ord An Dragan took up the mantle of guardianship. They pledged to honor the strength in unity, working tirelessly to ensure the coexistence of all races and the triumph of righteousness. Monthly meetings, though sometimes dismissed as "borin'" by a few immature members, serve as a testament to the clan's commitment to fostering unity, sharing wisdom, and upholding their cherished values.

Today, the Ord An Dragan stands as a shining beacon in Wehnimer's Landing, a symbol of unity and honor. They have dedicated themselves to the well-being of the realm, protecting it from the encroachment of darkness. In their footsteps, new generations are guided and inspired to carry forward the legacy of the Ord An Dragan, preserving the realm's harmony and safeguarding its future.

May their noble endeavors continue to inspire all who seek a world built upon unity, strength, and honor.

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== "Sheep's Wool: A Flock Too Far in Courtly Fashion" ==

[[File:FNNroltonfashion1.png|375px|thumb|left|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

By Madam Maedat

In an age where courtly fashion knows no bounds, one cannot help but marvel at the relentless obsession with sheep's wool. It seems that every nobleman and noblewoman, from the grandest castle to the lowliest manor, must drape themselves in the fluffy fabric of these humble farm creatures. Verily, we have reached a point where sheep's wool has become the cornerstone of court couture, and I am compelled to raise my quill in mock astonishment at this woolly madness.

Gone are the days of intricate embroidery and fine silks that adorned the aristocracy. Now, one can hardly tell a lord from a shepherd at first glance, for they are all swathed in wool from head to toe. It is as if they have declared a silent allegiance to the noble sheep, or are suffering in a secret love affair with some rolton, forsaking all other materials in favor of their cozy, albeit predictable, charm.

[[File:FNNroltonfashion2.png|375px|thumb|right|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

Let us take a moment to ponder the origins of this fashion frenzy. Sheep, creatures blessed with abundant fleece, have long been cherished for their warmth and versatility. Their wool has provided countless garments throughout history, but today it seems the demand has reached unprecedented heights. It is as if our courtly denizens, from Allace to Trauntor, have entered into a pact with the sheep, vying to outdo one another in their excessive display of ovine devotion.

Behold, the ladies parading in their woolen gowns, each step accompanied by the sound of gentle baas. Their dressmakers laboriously sculpt these garments, ensuring no inch of their noble forms remains untouched by the woolly embrace. Layers upon layers of the stuff are piled on, transforming them into walking clouds of fluff. It is a wonder they do not float away, carried off by a strong gust of wind or a playful ram.

[[File:FNNroltonfashion3.png|375px|thumb|left|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

The gentlemen fare no better, donning woolen doublets, cloaks, and even leggings. They walk with a perpetual itch, for who among them can withstand the tickling sensation that accompanies an entire outfit fashioned from wool? Yet, they persist, prancing about in their woolly attire as if they have forgotten the existence of other fabrics entirely.

Alas, even the knights who once gleamed in shining armor have succumbed to the pull of sheep's wool. No longer do they ride into battle, clad in protective steel; instead, they charge forth covered head to toe in woolen armor. One wonders if their adversaries will die from laughter before they can even draw their swords.

I implore the courtly elite to reconsider their devotion to sheep's wool. Surely there are other fabrics worthy of their attention? Let us not forget the delicate touch of velvet, the shimmer of satin, or the regal flow of brocade. Our forefathers would turn in their graves if they witnessed such a woolly takeover of fashion.

[[File:FNNroltonfashion4.png|375px|thumb|right|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

In conclusion, dear readers, let us remember the time-honored lesson of moderation. While sheep's wool undeniably has its place in courtly fashion, its ubiquity threatens to transform our noble courts into pastures. Let us reclaim the elegance and diversity that once graced our wardrobes, lest we become a flock of fashion sheep, forever caught in the woolly embrace of mediocrity.

== All Enemies Can Not Change by Dendum ==

[[File:FNNRWad2.png|375px|thumb|left|Advertisement, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

Great disturbances occur in the Free North. The ground itself shakes under Icemule and fire reaches out willingly to the waters. Visions stalk the minds of the unwary and the path forward is not clear. The mountains around the Landing have become unstable. In this dark time there are some in Icemule and even some in the Landing who seek peaceful accord with ancient foes, seek to tame that which has stalked us, killed our brethren, sacrificed our friends for their own glory.

The enemy’s fleet has terrorized our waters for many years, Talbot Dabbings kin saw them for what they were, they have proven themselves untrustworthy time and time again but still there are voices in the North that claim we can make peace with them. Even in the Landing, which has suffered attacks from this enemy more than any other, there is talk of working out an accord despite the past.

Why would anyone think that such a foe will change behavior overnight just because they need land? When we have seen their dark magic and all its corruption, we have felt the bit of their blade and heard their useless barking? They are mighty now, this is true, but that does not make them an ally worth inviting in it just makes them a threat worth holding back.

Some say we must seek an accord because failure to treat with them will cause them to migrate against our will. Did we become so meek that we bow to any threat no matter how vile the forces behind the threat? Is this not the North that has held up against impossible odds before? The birth place of Black Wolves that held off Ta’vaalor in ancient days? The place where Krolvin Armadas break, not against the rocky shore, but against the iron will of the defenders? They may be strong but that has never been a barrier in the past.

Some say the enemy’s problem are a result of their own making...and this surely can be true because they have sewn a field of evil seeds and now must deal with the consequences. It is not for us to give them a new field to plant and destroy with their wicked ways.

If kind hearts demand refuge be given to the ancient foe then let them change their ways and THEN be accepted. Do not let them bring the rites and rituals of their homeland into the North to continue to spread darkness. Do not give them a new patch of dirt from which to lash out against more innocent lives and cause more destruction. Only in changing can they become more than a threat to the North.

== A Guide to Cooking Rolton: A Delightful Compendium of Recipes from the Free North ==

[[File:FNNMrhowler.png|375px|thumb|right|Master Chef Howlen, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Draelor]]

By: Master Howlen

Preface:
In this esteemed compendium, we shall embark upon a gastronomic journey through the art of preparing and savoring rolton, a noble and tasty creature that graces our tables with its delicate flesh. Drawing inspiration from the culinary wisdom of northern chefs, we shall unravel the secrets of transforming rolton meat into delectable dishes fit for the discerning palate of the gentry. Let us delve into the techniques and recipes that shall transport you to the kitchens of yore.

[[File:FNNCookingRolton1.png|375px|thumb|left|Cooking Rolton, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

Chapter 1: Selecting and Preparing the Rolton
Choosing the Rolton:
To commence this culinary endeavor, select a young and tender rolton, preferably between six months and one year old. Seek an animal that has been reared on a diet of fresh pasture, as this shall impart a superior flavor to the meat. Older roltons may be harder to eat and may try and kill you.

Dressing the Rolton:
Begin by skillfully dressing the rolton, ensuring a thorough removal of the hide while preserving the purity of the meat. With expert precision, separate the limbs, ribs, and loins, readying them for the sublime culinary creations to come.

Traditional Cooking Techniques
Roasting and Spit-Roasting:
In the noble tradition of the north, roasting is a preferred method for cooking rolton. Secure the meat upon a spit, skillfully turning it over the fire until the outer layer crisps to a golden hue, while the inner succulence remains intact. Basting with a delectable concoction of melted butter, herbs, and aromatic spices shall elevate the flavors to unparalleled heights.

Stewing and Braising:
To tame the tougher cuts and infuse the meat with a symphony of flavors, the art of stewing and braising shall be employed. With great care, place the marinated meat into a vessel with aromatic vegetables, herbs, and a carefully measured amount of stock or wine. Allow the concoction to simmer gently, tenderizing the rolton and imbuing it with the essence of the ingredients.

A Selection of Traditional Recipes
Rolton Ragout with Herbs and Root Vegetables:
Begin by marinating the rolton meat in a delicate blend of wine, herbs, and spices for several hours. In a cauldron over a gentle fire, combine the marinated meat with a medley of root vegetables, such as carrots, parsnips, and turnips. Allow the flavors to meld together as they slowly simmer. Serve this fragrant ragout as a centerpiece to grace the tables of esteemed guests.

Grilled Rolton Chops with Rosemary and Garlic:
Prepare the rolton chops by marinating them with crushed garlic, fresh rosemary, and a drizzle of fine olive oil. Place the marinated chops upon a grill over a bed of glowing coals, allowing the flames to kiss the meat, while retaining its tenderness. Turn the chops with care, ensuring an even char, and present them with pride, their flavors enhanced by the simplicity of the ingredients.

Slow-Roasted Leg of Rolton with Juniper and Thyme:
Marinate the leg of rolton in a heady blend of juniper berries, thyme, red wine, and vinegar. Place it in a roasting pan, adorning it with fragrant sprigs of thyme. Roast it slowly in a well-regulated oven until the flesh yields effortlessly to the fork

In Conclusion:
From rustic dish to flavorful journeys that soothe the soul Rolton is famous on the tables of the North, perhaps it can be famous on your table as well!

[[File:FNNCookingrolton2.png|375px|thumb|right|Cooking Rolton, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

User:DIEHLS

2023-07-06T20:40:52Z

DIEHLS: /* Everything You're Dreaming */

{{creative-work | title = The Free North News Issue #5| type = Newspaper| author = Various}}

'''OOC Disclaimer: The following is about Empire, revolution, settler colonialism, and it’s many consequences. The opinions stated here are to be taken in character and should not be taken as out of character judgements. It is intended as in chracter rhetoric. Except that we should have a rolton cryptid. Oh and do not insert into any orifices. Or do, I’m just not legally responsible for it.'''

'''IC Disclaimer: The Black Thorns are more of a collective, and less of a organization with heirachy and a roster. Please do not take the perspective of one member to apply to all of us.'''

[[File:Freenorthnews.png|375px|thumb|Right|Created in Midjourney Edited by player of Ceilia & Dendum uploaded by player of Dendum]]

== The Faerinn Well, Notes from the Editor ==
[[File:Peoplesenvoy.jpg|375px|thumb|left|The People's Envoy, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]
'''OOC Disclaimer: The following are the in character views of Faerinn. While things may be embellished or exaggerated to help make a point or to entertain, the facts stated here are as far as Faerinn is aware true.'''

I call to those who call Wehnimer’s Landing home and thank you for once again putting up with another campaign by me.

I came here a refugee time and time again. People say I hate Imperials, but forget that I came here as one. And I went back to Talador time and time again only to be driven out by one half-human progrom after another. I thought Talador was my home, because I was born there. The Landing always took me back no questions asked. It took years after the destruction of Talador to realize that my real home was here all alone.

I don’t hate the people of the Empire. I don’t even hate the Empire itself Not What I hate are the machinations of Imperialism. The systems that oppress everyone in its borders from Sun Throne to South Haven. The mechanisms that produce great heros, but rewards the greatest villains. As Jovery fought Hochstib on our behalf, the Sentinal had no issue with also accepting Hochstib’s claims for for the Sun Throne. A system that can’t but help to subjugate and expand as the top of the pyramid hoard more and more resources.

I’ve lost so much to this machine. Loss that is incalculable and incomprehensible except to Aletoi from Bre’Nere. I watch the reactions from the Reach, and I don’t think I can do it again. I don’t have it in me to lose another home. That is how you can know I am genuine. This is my guarantee to serve you to the very best of my abilities.

Whether it was the intentional or not, once this position came up for a vote to the citizens of the Landing the position changed from someone who reports to the Mayor, Council, and Sentinal. This is a brand new position now that, one that is beholden not only to the voters, but all the residents of the Landing.

'''The People's Envoy.'''

I will be taking your concerns abroad not that of the Elites. I’m not taking just the Consortium’s concerns abroad, nor just the Empire’s, nor just the Mayors, but EVERYONES.

If you deem to have me, I will be your Envoy. To take your concerns and issues not only to Imperial interests, but to renew our languishing relationships to the North and the East.

'''Faerinn Greatsinger, Esq, of Talador and Loenthra'''

'''Rumor Woods, Koaratos, 5123'''

== News for the North! ==
[[File:FNNMalwindeatsrocks1.png|375px|thumb|right|Baron Malwind tries Rock Tending, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

* Dwarven Emissaries Travel Across The Lands- Under the mountain the human empire is discussed but the dwarves decide to remain neutral for now.

* Icemule- A Dwarven Caravan is attacked. The Mayor plans to sends condolences to the mountain.

* Sol Haven- Rumors abound of children eating rocks after misunderstanding certain cultural oddities of Aldora.

* Wehnimer's Landing- Envoy selection takes place the world waits in anticipation to see who will speak for the Landing.

== Everything You're Dreaming ==

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Elidal's the greatest force of good you're ever seeing
We'd surely fall to ruin if not for his intervening
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Because of the parade of threats we've faced for many years
This Elidal is taking steps to now assuage our fears
And so one day he made a vow of some contentious prose
The biggest vow I've heard by now and this is how it goes:

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Hope and safety, wealth and wisdom, deeper inner meaning
He's the apex, he's the leadership that we've been needing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Now, it might seem precocious, like your lives are a disgrace
Or it might seem atrocious, like your heroes die a waste
But all the blood shed by our fallen fighters need not fail
Just ally now with Elidal or it's to no avail

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Not to sound too grand or condescending or demeaning
But have you seen the trouble this frontier is always gleaning?
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

(You could say it nearly backwards:
Dreaming your everything will bring Darkstone of barony...
But that's going a bit too far, don't you think?)

So as you face down yet more wars you didn't need to fight
Reflect on Eli's words and how he'll be our shining light
You'd better ponder carefully since this could change your life
For example: a permanent stability that sees the end of strife

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Lift you out of hopeless doubts and fears since they're deceiving
If you say it oft enough, you'll find yourself believing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

== Ask Lithyia ==

[[File:FNNcultsymbol1.png|375px|thumb|left|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

'''Dear Lithyia'''

Every morning a dwarf smelling of liquor breaks into my shop and smashes all the vases claiming he is looking for “real gems”. I tried locking the doors, and barring the windows but he just passes through them like a ghost. Please advise.

Vaseless in Vornavis

'''Dear Vaseless in Vornavis,'''

Something I have learned over the years is that the fastest way to many dwarve’s hearts is through freshly made brew. I recommend you get your hands on a still and begin leaving “gifts” outside your shop for this dwarf. You should notice you no longer need to lock the doors or bar the windows because you will find them passed out drunk in front of your shop. You can then haul them off yourself or pay some youngin who needs a few silvers to do it for you. If you do not have access to a still, seek me out. I am a brewmaster and would be happy to craft some specialities just for you and this…situation.

Fresh brew is best brew!
Miss Lithy

'''Dear Lithyia,'''

I find myself in a most peculiar predicament—one that has left me pondering the ethics of my choices. You see, I have become entangled in an intriguing, yet probably evil, cult. The allure of their secret rituals and promises of enlightenment initially drew me in, but now I'm plagued with doubts. Should I stay in this malevolent cult, embracing its dark path, or should I break free from its clutches and seek a more morally upright existence? Please help me navigate this moral maze, Lithyia, for I fear I'm teetering on the edge of eternal damnation.

Sincerely,

Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics

'''Dear Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics,'''

Having never been involved in a cult myself or having any experience related to them I must ponder on this a bit. Have they threatened you or someone you love? If so, I would suggest removing yourself from them as soon as possible. I might also recommend some new wrist, arm and ankle sheaths to carry additional…implements. One can never be too careful. As for whether you should seek a more morally upright existence, I don’t think you need to fully sacrifice who you may be as a person just because things didn’t work out the way you hoped with this group.

Regards,
Miss Lithy

== Turamzyrrian Empire's Dark Legacy Unveiled: Evil Cult Hiding in Solhaven Sends Assassins into the Free North ==

[[File:FNNDarklegacyarticle1.png|375px|thumb|right|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Dendum]]

Byline: Dorper Eweherder

A dark cloud of treachery looms over the realm of Elanthia as the infamous Turamzyrrian Empire's troubled past comes to light once again. Known for its historical deeply ingrained racist policies and discriminatory practices, the empire now stands accused of shielding an insidious cult that has unleashed assassins into the once tranquil lands of the Free North. The revelation has sent shockwaves throughout the realm, exposing the Empire's complicity in this heinous plot.

For centuries, the Turamzyrrian Empire has held a notorious reputation for its divisive policies, fostering an environment of inequality and prejudice. Its discriminatory practices, targeting non-human races, have sown discord and resentment among the diverse populations of Elanthia. These issues have been made more troublesome when coupled with its militaristic campaigns of subjegation towards its neighbours.

Now, as the truth unravels, it has come to light that the empire has been sheltering and aiding an evil cult known as the Order of Eternal Light. This secretive and malevolent organization has dispatched assassins into the unsuspecting lands of the Free North, destabilizing the region and trying to strike fear and chaos among its inhabitants.

The Order of Eternal Light, notorious for their questionable membership and history of promoting the Lornon agenda, has found refuge within the empire's borders, shielded by its militaristic policies, authoritarian rule, and willful blindness. Their nefarious activities, supported by the Empire's resources and protection, have targeted key figures and leaders in the Free North, plunging the region into a state of wariness.

A group of courageous adventurers, driven by a relentless pursuit of justice, managed to peel back the layers of secrecy surrounding the Empire's unholy alliance with the Order of Eternal Light. Through their tenacious efforts, evidence linking high-ranking Empire Sympathizer to the cult's activities came to light, exposing the empire's complicity in this sinister plot.

We thank those brave souls who were former and current members of the Order who risked their lives helping expose the corruption.

The revelation has ignited a firestorm of outrage and condemnation throughout the Free North and beyond. Leaders and communities have united in their denouncement of the empire's aggressive stance in the sovereign territory of other people and its collaboration with an evil cult. Calls for justice and swift action reverberate through the halls of free people everywhere, demanding accountability for those responsible.

In response to mounting accusations, the Turamzyrrian Empire's representatives will scramble to distance themselves from the scandal, issuing statements condemning the cult's actions and denying any knowledge of their collaboration. However, the people of the Free North and the realm at large will remain skeptical, seeing these claims as a feeble attempt to salvage the empire's past reputation in light of recent efforts to rebrand itself.

As tensions escalate between the Free North and the Turamzyrrian Empire, Elanthia stands on the brink of an epic confrontation. The Free North, known for its resilience and commitment to justice, rallies its forces in a united front against the empire's tyranny. With swords raised and magic at their disposal, they stand ready to face the combined might of the empire and the Order of Eternal Light, vowing to restore peace and expose the truth.

The fate of Elanthia hangs in the balance as the forces of darkness threaten to engulf the realm. Will the Free North succeed in reclaiming its autonomy and defeating the evil that has been nurtured by the empire's feudal policies? Only time will tell, as the realm braces itself for an epic clash between justice and oppression.

== The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor ==

[[File:FNNRWad1.png|375px|thumb|left|Advertisement, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor

Deep in the heart of Wehnimer's Landing, an organization flourishes, embodying the principles of unity, strength, and honor. They are the Ord An Dragan, a revered clan that has etched its name in the annals of history as stalwart protectors of the realm.

Forged in the fires of chaos, the Ord An Dragan emerged during the Age of Chaos, when a battle raged at Shadow Guard. In an unprecedented display of unity, a diverse alliance formed, consisting of Dwarves, Giantmen, Elven Houses, Humans, Sylvans, Halflings, and many others. This union, a testament to the power of collaboration, turned the tide of war, forever changing the course of the realm's destiny.

Witnessing the transformative impact of this alliance, the members of the Ord An Dragan clan embraced their role as custodians of unity. They understood that strength lay not in isolation, but in the harmonious integration of different races and creeds. Their numbers and influence grew, establishing them as the last line of defense for the survival of Elanthia.

Through the ages, the Ord An Dragan clan quietly and steadfastly fulfilled their sacred duty. They became the watchful eyes, the meticulous record keepers, and the nurturing force behind the values they held dear. From the discovery of the Gnomes to the arrivals of the Erithians and Aelotoi, the Ord An Dragan clan stood witness to these pivotal events, safeguarding the fragile balance of the realm.

When the Aelotoi were attacked by the Kiramon, it was the Ord An Dragan clan who joined forces with the Ta’Illistim guards to defend them. This marked the first official record of their presence in the environs of Ta’Illistim. However, it was in Wehnimer's Landing that they found their true home—a haven for diversity due to its status as a port city and its proximity to various lands.

Embodying the creed established by the Drakes, the Ord An Dragan clan became arbiters of justice and cultivators of honor. Within their ranks, individuals found a sanctuary where their potentials were nurtured and protected. The unity of their powers, akin to the might of a dragon, fortified their resolve to safeguard the realm.

In the face of waning dragon numbers, the Ord An Dragan took up the mantle of guardianship. They pledged to honor the strength in unity, working tirelessly to ensure the coexistence of all races and the triumph of righteousness. Monthly meetings, though sometimes dismissed as "borin'" by a few immature members, serve as a testament to the clan's commitment to fostering unity, sharing wisdom, and upholding their cherished values.

Today, the Ord An Dragan stands as a shining beacon in Wehnimer's Landing, a symbol of unity and honor. They have dedicated themselves to the well-being of the realm, protecting it from the encroachment of darkness. In their footsteps, new generations are guided and inspired to carry forward the legacy of the Ord An Dragan, preserving the realm's harmony and safeguarding its future.

May their noble endeavors continue to inspire all who seek a world built upon unity, strength, and honor.

== Help Wanted/Classifieds ==

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== "Sheep's Wool: A Flock Too Far in Courtly Fashion" ==

[[File:FNNroltonfashion1.png|375px|thumb|left|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

By Madam Maedat

In an age where courtly fashion knows no bounds, one cannot help but marvel at the relentless obsession with sheep's wool. It seems that every nobleman and noblewoman, from the grandest castle to the lowliest manor, must drape themselves in the fluffy fabric of these humble farm creatures. Verily, we have reached a point where sheep's wool has become the cornerstone of court couture, and I am compelled to raise my quill in mock astonishment at this woolly madness.

Gone are the days of intricate embroidery and fine silks that adorned the aristocracy. Now, one can hardly tell a lord from a shepherd at first glance, for they are all swathed in wool from head to toe. It is as if they have declared a silent allegiance to the noble sheep, or are suffering in a secret love affair with some rolton, forsaking all other materials in favor of their cozy, albeit predictable, charm.

[[File:FNNroltonfashion2.png|375px|thumb|right|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

Let us take a moment to ponder the origins of this fashion frenzy. Sheep, creatures blessed with abundant fleece, have long been cherished for their warmth and versatility. Their wool has provided countless garments throughout history, but today it seems the demand has reached unprecedented heights. It is as if our courtly denizens, from Allace to Trauntor, have entered into a pact with the sheep, vying to outdo one another in their excessive display of ovine devotion.

Behold, the ladies parading in their woolen gowns, each step accompanied by the sound of gentle baas. Their dressmakers laboriously sculpt these garments, ensuring no inch of their noble forms remains untouched by the woolly embrace. Layers upon layers of the stuff are piled on, transforming them into walking clouds of fluff. It is a wonder they do not float away, carried off by a strong gust of wind or a playful ram.

[[File:FNNroltonfashion3.png|375px|thumb|left|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

The gentlemen fare no better, donning woolen doublets, cloaks, and even leggings. They walk with a perpetual itch, for who among them can withstand the tickling sensation that accompanies an entire outfit fashioned from wool? Yet, they persist, prancing about in their woolly attire as if they have forgotten the existence of other fabrics entirely.

Alas, even the knights who once gleamed in shining armor have succumbed to the pull of sheep's wool. No longer do they ride into battle, clad in protective steel; instead, they charge forth covered head to toe in woolen armor. One wonders if their adversaries will die from laughter before they can even draw their swords.

I implore the courtly elite to reconsider their devotion to sheep's wool. Surely there are other fabrics worthy of their attention? Let us not forget the delicate touch of velvet, the shimmer of satin, or the regal flow of brocade. Our forefathers would turn in their graves if they witnessed such a woolly takeover of fashion.

[[File:FNNroltonfashion4.png|375px|thumb|right|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

In conclusion, dear readers, let us remember the time-honored lesson of moderation. While sheep's wool undeniably has its place in courtly fashion, its ubiquity threatens to transform our noble courts into pastures. Let us reclaim the elegance and diversity that once graced our wardrobes, lest we become a flock of fashion sheep, forever caught in the woolly embrace of mediocrity.

== All Enemies Can Not Change by Dendum ==

[[File:FNNRWad2.png|375px|thumb|left|Advertisement, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

Great disturbances occur in the Free North. The ground itself shakes under Icemule and fire reaches out willingly to the waters. Visions stalk the minds of the unwary and the path forward is not clear. The mountains around the Landing have become unstable. In this dark time there are some in Icemule and even some in the Landing who seek peaceful accord with ancient foes, seek to tame that which has stalked us, killed our brethren, sacrificed our friends for their own glory.

The enemy’s fleet has terrorized our waters for many years, Talbot Dabbings kin saw them for what they were, they have proven themselves untrustworthy time and time again but still there are voices in the North that claim we can make peace with them. Even in the Landing, which has suffered attacks from this enemy more than any other, there is talk of working out an accord despite the past.

Why would anyone think that such a foe will change behavior overnight just because they need land? When we have seen their dark magic and all its corruption, we have felt the bit of their blade and heard their useless barking? They are mighty now, this is true, but that does not make them an ally worth inviting in it just makes them a threat worth holding back.

Some say we must seek an accord because failure to treat with them will cause them to migrate against our will. Did we become so meek that we bow to any threat no matter how vile the forces behind the threat? Is this not the North that has held up against impossible odds before? The birth place of Black Wolves that held off Ta’vaalor in ancient days? The place where Krolvin Armadas break, not against the rocky shore, but against the iron will of the defenders? They may be strong but that has never been a barrier in the past.

Some say the enemy’s problem are a result of their own making...and this surely can be true because they have sewn a field of evil seeds and now must deal with the consequences. It is not for us to give them a new field to plant and destroy with their wicked ways.

If kind hearts demand refuge be given to the ancient foe then let them change their ways and THEN be accepted. Do not let them bring the rites and rituals of their homeland into the North to continue to spread darkness. Do not give them a new patch of dirt from which to lash out against more innocent lives and cause more destruction. Only in changing can they become more than a threat to the North.

== A Guide to Cooking Rolton: A Delightful Compendium of Recipes from the Free North ==

[[File:FNNMrhowler.png|375px|thumb|right|Master Chef Howlen, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Draelor]]

By: Master Howlen

Preface:
In this esteemed compendium, we shall embark upon a gastronomic journey through the art of preparing and savoring rolton, a noble and tasty creature that graces our tables with its delicate flesh. Drawing inspiration from the culinary wisdom of northern chefs, we shall unravel the secrets of transforming rolton meat into delectable dishes fit for the discerning palate of the gentry. Let us delve into the techniques and recipes that shall transport you to the kitchens of yore.

[[File:FNNCookingRolton1.png|375px|thumb|left|Cooking Rolton, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

Chapter 1: Selecting and Preparing the Rolton
Choosing the Rolton:
To commence this culinary endeavor, select a young and tender rolton, preferably between six months and one year old. Seek an animal that has been reared on a diet of fresh pasture, as this shall impart a superior flavor to the meat. Older roltons may be harder to eat and may try and kill you.

Dressing the Rolton:
Begin by skillfully dressing the rolton, ensuring a thorough removal of the hide while preserving the purity of the meat. With expert precision, separate the limbs, ribs, and loins, readying them for the sublime culinary creations to come.

Traditional Cooking Techniques
Roasting and Spit-Roasting:
In the noble tradition of the north, roasting is a preferred method for cooking rolton. Secure the meat upon a spit, skillfully turning it over the fire until the outer layer crisps to a golden hue, while the inner succulence remains intact. Basting with a delectable concoction of melted butter, herbs, and aromatic spices shall elevate the flavors to unparalleled heights.

Stewing and Braising:
To tame the tougher cuts and infuse the meat with a symphony of flavors, the art of stewing and braising shall be employed. With great care, place the marinated meat into a vessel with aromatic vegetables, herbs, and a carefully measured amount of stock or wine. Allow the concoction to simmer gently, tenderizing the rolton and imbuing it with the essence of the ingredients.

A Selection of Traditional Recipes
Rolton Ragout with Herbs and Root Vegetables:
Begin by marinating the rolton meat in a delicate blend of wine, herbs, and spices for several hours. In a cauldron over a gentle fire, combine the marinated meat with a medley of root vegetables, such as carrots, parsnips, and turnips. Allow the flavors to meld together as they slowly simmer. Serve this fragrant ragout as a centerpiece to grace the tables of esteemed guests.

Grilled Rolton Chops with Rosemary and Garlic:
Prepare the rolton chops by marinating them with crushed garlic, fresh rosemary, and a drizzle of fine olive oil. Place the marinated chops upon a grill over a bed of glowing coals, allowing the flames to kiss the meat, while retaining its tenderness. Turn the chops with care, ensuring an even char, and present them with pride, their flavors enhanced by the simplicity of the ingredients.

Slow-Roasted Leg of Rolton with Juniper and Thyme:
Marinate the leg of rolton in a heady blend of juniper berries, thyme, red wine, and vinegar. Place it in a roasting pan, adorning it with fragrant sprigs of thyme. Roast it slowly in a well-regulated oven until the flesh yields effortlessly to the fork

In Conclusion:
From rustic dish to flavorful journeys that soothe the soul Rolton is famous on the tables of the North, perhaps it can be famous on your table as well!

[[File:FNNCookingrolton2.png|375px|thumb|right|Cooking Rolton, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

User:DIEHLS

2023-07-06T20:40:37Z

DIEHLS:

{{creative-work | title = The Free North News Issue #5| type = Newspaper| author = Various}}

'''OOC Disclaimer: The following is about Empire, revolution, settler colonialism, and it’s many consequences. The opinions stated here are to be taken in character and should not be taken as out of character judgements. It is intended as in chracter rhetoric. Except that we should have a rolton cryptid. Oh and do not insert into any orifices. Or do, I’m just not legally responsible for it.'''

'''IC Disclaimer: The Black Thorns are more of a collective, and less of a organization with heirachy and a roster. Please do not take the perspective of one member to apply to all of us.'''

[[File:Freenorthnews.png|375px|thumb|Right|Created in Midjourney Edited by player of Ceilia & Dendum uploaded by player of Dendum]]

== The Faerinn Well, Notes from the Editor ==
[[File:Peoplesenvoy.jpg|375px|thumb|left|The People's Envoy, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]
'''OOC Disclaimer: The following are the in character views of Faerinn. While things may be embellished or exaggerated to help make a point or to entertain, the facts stated here are as far as Faerinn is aware true.'''

I call to those who call Wehnimer’s Landing home and thank you for once again putting up with another campaign by me.

I came here a refugee time and time again. People say I hate Imperials, but forget that I came here as one. And I went back to Talador time and time again only to be driven out by one half-human progrom after another. I thought Talador was my home, because I was born there. The Landing always took me back no questions asked. It took years after the destruction of Talador to realize that my real home was here all alone.

I don’t hate the people of the Empire. I don’t even hate the Empire itself Not What I hate are the machinations of Imperialism. The systems that oppress everyone in its borders from Sun Throne to South Haven. The mechanisms that produce great heros, but rewards the greatest villains. As Jovery fought Hochstib on our behalf, the Sentinal had no issue with also accepting Hochstib’s claims for for the Sun Throne. A system that can’t but help to subjugate and expand as the top of the pyramid hoard more and more resources.

I’ve lost so much to this machine. Loss that is incalculable and incomprehensible except to Aletoi from Bre’Nere. I watch the reactions from the Reach, and I don’t think I can do it again. I don’t have it in me to lose another home. That is how you can know I am genuine. This is my guarantee to serve you to the very best of my abilities.

Whether it was the intentional or not, once this position came up for a vote to the citizens of the Landing the position changed from someone who reports to the Mayor, Council, and Sentinal. This is a brand new position now that, one that is beholden not only to the voters, but all the residents of the Landing.

'''The People's Envoy.'''

I will be taking your concerns abroad not that of the Elites. I’m not taking just the Consortium’s concerns abroad, nor just the Empire’s, nor just the Mayors, but EVERYONES.

If you deem to have me, I will be your Envoy. To take your concerns and issues not only to Imperial interests, but to renew our languishing relationships to the North and the East.

'''Faerinn Greatsinger, Esq, of Talador and Loenthra'''

'''Rumor Woods, Koaratos, 5123'''

== News for the North! ==
[[File:FNNMalwindeatsrocks1.png|375px|thumb|right|Baron Malwind tries Rock Tending, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

* Dwarven Emissaries Travel Across The Lands- Under the mountain the human empire is discussed but the dwarves decide to remain neutral for now.

* Icemule- A Dwarven Caravan is attacked. The Mayor plans to sends condolences to the mountain.

* Sol Haven- Rumors abound of children eating rocks after misunderstanding certain cultural oddities of Aldora.

* Wehnimer's Landing- Envoy selection takes place the world waits in anticipation to see who will speak for the Landing.

== Everything You're Dreaming ==
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Elidal's the greatest force of good you're ever seeing
We'd surely fall to ruin if not for his intervening
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Because of the parade of threats we've faced for many years
This Elidal is taking steps to now assuage our fears
And so one day he made a vow of some contentious prose
The biggest vow I've heard by now and this is how it goes:

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Hope and safety, wealth and wisdom, deeper inner meaning
He's the apex, he's the leadership that we've been needing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Now, it might seem precocious, like your lives are a disgrace
Or it might seem atrocious, like your heroes die a waste
But all the blood shed by our fallen fighters need not fail
Just ally now with Elidal or it's to no avail

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Not to sound too grand or condescending or demeaning
But have you seen the trouble this frontier is always gleaning?
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

(You could say it nearly backwards:
Dreaming your everything will bring Darkstone of barony...
But that's going a bit too far, don't you think?)

So as you face down yet more wars you didn't need to fight
Reflect on Eli's words and how he'll be our shining light
You'd better ponder carefully since this could change your life
For example: a permanent stability that sees the end of strife

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Lift you out of hopeless doubts and fears since they're deceiving
If you say it oft enough, you'll find yourself believing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

== Ask Lithyia ==

[[File:FNNcultsymbol1.png|375px|thumb|left|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

'''Dear Lithyia'''

Every morning a dwarf smelling of liquor breaks into my shop and smashes all the vases claiming he is looking for “real gems”. I tried locking the doors, and barring the windows but he just passes through them like a ghost. Please advise.

Vaseless in Vornavis

'''Dear Vaseless in Vornavis,'''

Something I have learned over the years is that the fastest way to many dwarve’s hearts is through freshly made brew. I recommend you get your hands on a still and begin leaving “gifts” outside your shop for this dwarf. You should notice you no longer need to lock the doors or bar the windows because you will find them passed out drunk in front of your shop. You can then haul them off yourself or pay some youngin who needs a few silvers to do it for you. If you do not have access to a still, seek me out. I am a brewmaster and would be happy to craft some specialities just for you and this…situation.

Fresh brew is best brew!
Miss Lithy

'''Dear Lithyia,'''

I find myself in a most peculiar predicament—one that has left me pondering the ethics of my choices. You see, I have become entangled in an intriguing, yet probably evil, cult. The allure of their secret rituals and promises of enlightenment initially drew me in, but now I'm plagued with doubts. Should I stay in this malevolent cult, embracing its dark path, or should I break free from its clutches and seek a more morally upright existence? Please help me navigate this moral maze, Lithyia, for I fear I'm teetering on the edge of eternal damnation.

Sincerely,

Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics

'''Dear Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics,'''

Having never been involved in a cult myself or having any experience related to them I must ponder on this a bit. Have they threatened you or someone you love? If so, I would suggest removing yourself from them as soon as possible. I might also recommend some new wrist, arm and ankle sheaths to carry additional…implements. One can never be too careful. As for whether you should seek a more morally upright existence, I don’t think you need to fully sacrifice who you may be as a person just because things didn’t work out the way you hoped with this group.

Regards,
Miss Lithy

== Turamzyrrian Empire's Dark Legacy Unveiled: Evil Cult Hiding in Solhaven Sends Assassins into the Free North ==

[[File:FNNDarklegacyarticle1.png|375px|thumb|right|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Dendum]]

Byline: Dorper Eweherder

A dark cloud of treachery looms over the realm of Elanthia as the infamous Turamzyrrian Empire's troubled past comes to light once again. Known for its historical deeply ingrained racist policies and discriminatory practices, the empire now stands accused of shielding an insidious cult that has unleashed assassins into the once tranquil lands of the Free North. The revelation has sent shockwaves throughout the realm, exposing the Empire's complicity in this heinous plot.

For centuries, the Turamzyrrian Empire has held a notorious reputation for its divisive policies, fostering an environment of inequality and prejudice. Its discriminatory practices, targeting non-human races, have sown discord and resentment among the diverse populations of Elanthia. These issues have been made more troublesome when coupled with its militaristic campaigns of subjegation towards its neighbours.

Now, as the truth unravels, it has come to light that the empire has been sheltering and aiding an evil cult known as the Order of Eternal Light. This secretive and malevolent organization has dispatched assassins into the unsuspecting lands of the Free North, destabilizing the region and trying to strike fear and chaos among its inhabitants.

The Order of Eternal Light, notorious for their questionable membership and history of promoting the Lornon agenda, has found refuge within the empire's borders, shielded by its militaristic policies, authoritarian rule, and willful blindness. Their nefarious activities, supported by the Empire's resources and protection, have targeted key figures and leaders in the Free North, plunging the region into a state of wariness.

A group of courageous adventurers, driven by a relentless pursuit of justice, managed to peel back the layers of secrecy surrounding the Empire's unholy alliance with the Order of Eternal Light. Through their tenacious efforts, evidence linking high-ranking Empire Sympathizer to the cult's activities came to light, exposing the empire's complicity in this sinister plot.

We thank those brave souls who were former and current members of the Order who risked their lives helping expose the corruption.

The revelation has ignited a firestorm of outrage and condemnation throughout the Free North and beyond. Leaders and communities have united in their denouncement of the empire's aggressive stance in the sovereign territory of other people and its collaboration with an evil cult. Calls for justice and swift action reverberate through the halls of free people everywhere, demanding accountability for those responsible.

In response to mounting accusations, the Turamzyrrian Empire's representatives will scramble to distance themselves from the scandal, issuing statements condemning the cult's actions and denying any knowledge of their collaboration. However, the people of the Free North and the realm at large will remain skeptical, seeing these claims as a feeble attempt to salvage the empire's past reputation in light of recent efforts to rebrand itself.

As tensions escalate between the Free North and the Turamzyrrian Empire, Elanthia stands on the brink of an epic confrontation. The Free North, known for its resilience and commitment to justice, rallies its forces in a united front against the empire's tyranny. With swords raised and magic at their disposal, they stand ready to face the combined might of the empire and the Order of Eternal Light, vowing to restore peace and expose the truth.

The fate of Elanthia hangs in the balance as the forces of darkness threaten to engulf the realm. Will the Free North succeed in reclaiming its autonomy and defeating the evil that has been nurtured by the empire's feudal policies? Only time will tell, as the realm braces itself for an epic clash between justice and oppression.

== The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor ==

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The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor

Deep in the heart of Wehnimer's Landing, an organization flourishes, embodying the principles of unity, strength, and honor. They are the Ord An Dragan, a revered clan that has etched its name in the annals of history as stalwart protectors of the realm.

Forged in the fires of chaos, the Ord An Dragan emerged during the Age of Chaos, when a battle raged at Shadow Guard. In an unprecedented display of unity, a diverse alliance formed, consisting of Dwarves, Giantmen, Elven Houses, Humans, Sylvans, Halflings, and many others. This union, a testament to the power of collaboration, turned the tide of war, forever changing the course of the realm's destiny.

Witnessing the transformative impact of this alliance, the members of the Ord An Dragan clan embraced their role as custodians of unity. They understood that strength lay not in isolation, but in the harmonious integration of different races and creeds. Their numbers and influence grew, establishing them as the last line of defense for the survival of Elanthia.

Through the ages, the Ord An Dragan clan quietly and steadfastly fulfilled their sacred duty. They became the watchful eyes, the meticulous record keepers, and the nurturing force behind the values they held dear. From the discovery of the Gnomes to the arrivals of the Erithians and Aelotoi, the Ord An Dragan clan stood witness to these pivotal events, safeguarding the fragile balance of the realm.

When the Aelotoi were attacked by the Kiramon, it was the Ord An Dragan clan who joined forces with the Ta’Illistim guards to defend them. This marked the first official record of their presence in the environs of Ta’Illistim. However, it was in Wehnimer's Landing that they found their true home—a haven for diversity due to its status as a port city and its proximity to various lands.

Embodying the creed established by the Drakes, the Ord An Dragan clan became arbiters of justice and cultivators of honor. Within their ranks, individuals found a sanctuary where their potentials were nurtured and protected. The unity of their powers, akin to the might of a dragon, fortified their resolve to safeguard the realm.

In the face of waning dragon numbers, the Ord An Dragan took up the mantle of guardianship. They pledged to honor the strength in unity, working tirelessly to ensure the coexistence of all races and the triumph of righteousness. Monthly meetings, though sometimes dismissed as "borin'" by a few immature members, serve as a testament to the clan's commitment to fostering unity, sharing wisdom, and upholding their cherished values.

Today, the Ord An Dragan stands as a shining beacon in Wehnimer's Landing, a symbol of unity and honor. They have dedicated themselves to the well-being of the realm, protecting it from the encroachment of darkness. In their footsteps, new generations are guided and inspired to carry forward the legacy of the Ord An Dragan, preserving the realm's harmony and safeguarding its future.

May their noble endeavors continue to inspire all who seek a world built upon unity, strength, and honor.

== Help Wanted/Classifieds ==

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== "Sheep's Wool: A Flock Too Far in Courtly Fashion" ==

[[File:FNNroltonfashion1.png|375px|thumb|left|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

By Madam Maedat

In an age where courtly fashion knows no bounds, one cannot help but marvel at the relentless obsession with sheep's wool. It seems that every nobleman and noblewoman, from the grandest castle to the lowliest manor, must drape themselves in the fluffy fabric of these humble farm creatures. Verily, we have reached a point where sheep's wool has become the cornerstone of court couture, and I am compelled to raise my quill in mock astonishment at this woolly madness.

Gone are the days of intricate embroidery and fine silks that adorned the aristocracy. Now, one can hardly tell a lord from a shepherd at first glance, for they are all swathed in wool from head to toe. It is as if they have declared a silent allegiance to the noble sheep, or are suffering in a secret love affair with some rolton, forsaking all other materials in favor of their cozy, albeit predictable, charm.

[[File:FNNroltonfashion2.png|375px|thumb|right|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

Let us take a moment to ponder the origins of this fashion frenzy. Sheep, creatures blessed with abundant fleece, have long been cherished for their warmth and versatility. Their wool has provided countless garments throughout history, but today it seems the demand has reached unprecedented heights. It is as if our courtly denizens, from Allace to Trauntor, have entered into a pact with the sheep, vying to outdo one another in their excessive display of ovine devotion.

Behold, the ladies parading in their woolen gowns, each step accompanied by the sound of gentle baas. Their dressmakers laboriously sculpt these garments, ensuring no inch of their noble forms remains untouched by the woolly embrace. Layers upon layers of the stuff are piled on, transforming them into walking clouds of fluff. It is a wonder they do not float away, carried off by a strong gust of wind or a playful ram.

[[File:FNNroltonfashion3.png|375px|thumb|left|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

The gentlemen fare no better, donning woolen doublets, cloaks, and even leggings. They walk with a perpetual itch, for who among them can withstand the tickling sensation that accompanies an entire outfit fashioned from wool? Yet, they persist, prancing about in their woolly attire as if they have forgotten the existence of other fabrics entirely.

Alas, even the knights who once gleamed in shining armor have succumbed to the pull of sheep's wool. No longer do they ride into battle, clad in protective steel; instead, they charge forth covered head to toe in woolen armor. One wonders if their adversaries will die from laughter before they can even draw their swords.

I implore the courtly elite to reconsider their devotion to sheep's wool. Surely there are other fabrics worthy of their attention? Let us not forget the delicate touch of velvet, the shimmer of satin, or the regal flow of brocade. Our forefathers would turn in their graves if they witnessed such a woolly takeover of fashion.

[[File:FNNroltonfashion4.png|375px|thumb|right|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

In conclusion, dear readers, let us remember the time-honored lesson of moderation. While sheep's wool undeniably has its place in courtly fashion, its ubiquity threatens to transform our noble courts into pastures. Let us reclaim the elegance and diversity that once graced our wardrobes, lest we become a flock of fashion sheep, forever caught in the woolly embrace of mediocrity.

== All Enemies Can Not Change by Dendum ==

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Great disturbances occur in the Free North. The ground itself shakes under Icemule and fire reaches out willingly to the waters. Visions stalk the minds of the unwary and the path forward is not clear. The mountains around the Landing have become unstable. In this dark time there are some in Icemule and even some in the Landing who seek peaceful accord with ancient foes, seek to tame that which has stalked us, killed our brethren, sacrificed our friends for their own glory.

The enemy’s fleet has terrorized our waters for many years, Talbot Dabbings kin saw them for what they were, they have proven themselves untrustworthy time and time again but still there are voices in the North that claim we can make peace with them. Even in the Landing, which has suffered attacks from this enemy more than any other, there is talk of working out an accord despite the past.

Why would anyone think that such a foe will change behavior overnight just because they need land? When we have seen their dark magic and all its corruption, we have felt the bit of their blade and heard their useless barking? They are mighty now, this is true, but that does not make them an ally worth inviting in it just makes them a threat worth holding back.

Some say we must seek an accord because failure to treat with them will cause them to migrate against our will. Did we become so meek that we bow to any threat no matter how vile the forces behind the threat? Is this not the North that has held up against impossible odds before? The birth place of Black Wolves that held off Ta’vaalor in ancient days? The place where Krolvin Armadas break, not against the rocky shore, but against the iron will of the defenders? They may be strong but that has never been a barrier in the past.

Some say the enemy’s problem are a result of their own making...and this surely can be true because they have sewn a field of evil seeds and now must deal with the consequences. It is not for us to give them a new field to plant and destroy with their wicked ways.

If kind hearts demand refuge be given to the ancient foe then let them change their ways and THEN be accepted. Do not let them bring the rites and rituals of their homeland into the North to continue to spread darkness. Do not give them a new patch of dirt from which to lash out against more innocent lives and cause more destruction. Only in changing can they become more than a threat to the North.

== A Guide to Cooking Rolton: A Delightful Compendium of Recipes from the Free North ==

[[File:FNNMrhowler.png|375px|thumb|right|Master Chef Howlen, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Draelor]]

By: Master Howlen

Preface:
In this esteemed compendium, we shall embark upon a gastronomic journey through the art of preparing and savoring rolton, a noble and tasty creature that graces our tables with its delicate flesh. Drawing inspiration from the culinary wisdom of northern chefs, we shall unravel the secrets of transforming rolton meat into delectable dishes fit for the discerning palate of the gentry. Let us delve into the techniques and recipes that shall transport you to the kitchens of yore.

[[File:FNNCookingRolton1.png|375px|thumb|left|Cooking Rolton, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

Chapter 1: Selecting and Preparing the Rolton
Choosing the Rolton:
To commence this culinary endeavor, select a young and tender rolton, preferably between six months and one year old. Seek an animal that has been reared on a diet of fresh pasture, as this shall impart a superior flavor to the meat. Older roltons may be harder to eat and may try and kill you.

Dressing the Rolton:
Begin by skillfully dressing the rolton, ensuring a thorough removal of the hide while preserving the purity of the meat. With expert precision, separate the limbs, ribs, and loins, readying them for the sublime culinary creations to come.

Traditional Cooking Techniques
Roasting and Spit-Roasting:
In the noble tradition of the north, roasting is a preferred method for cooking rolton. Secure the meat upon a spit, skillfully turning it over the fire until the outer layer crisps to a golden hue, while the inner succulence remains intact. Basting with a delectable concoction of melted butter, herbs, and aromatic spices shall elevate the flavors to unparalleled heights.

Stewing and Braising:
To tame the tougher cuts and infuse the meat with a symphony of flavors, the art of stewing and braising shall be employed. With great care, place the marinated meat into a vessel with aromatic vegetables, herbs, and a carefully measured amount of stock or wine. Allow the concoction to simmer gently, tenderizing the rolton and imbuing it with the essence of the ingredients.

A Selection of Traditional Recipes
Rolton Ragout with Herbs and Root Vegetables:
Begin by marinating the rolton meat in a delicate blend of wine, herbs, and spices for several hours. In a cauldron over a gentle fire, combine the marinated meat with a medley of root vegetables, such as carrots, parsnips, and turnips. Allow the flavors to meld together as they slowly simmer. Serve this fragrant ragout as a centerpiece to grace the tables of esteemed guests.

Grilled Rolton Chops with Rosemary and Garlic:
Prepare the rolton chops by marinating them with crushed garlic, fresh rosemary, and a drizzle of fine olive oil. Place the marinated chops upon a grill over a bed of glowing coals, allowing the flames to kiss the meat, while retaining its tenderness. Turn the chops with care, ensuring an even char, and present them with pride, their flavors enhanced by the simplicity of the ingredients.

Slow-Roasted Leg of Rolton with Juniper and Thyme:
Marinate the leg of rolton in a heady blend of juniper berries, thyme, red wine, and vinegar. Place it in a roasting pan, adorning it with fragrant sprigs of thyme. Roast it slowly in a well-regulated oven until the flesh yields effortlessly to the fork

In Conclusion:
From rustic dish to flavorful journeys that soothe the soul Rolton is famous on the tables of the North, perhaps it can be famous on your table as well!

[[File:FNNCookingrolton2.png|375px|thumb|right|Cooking Rolton, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

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2023-07-06T20:23:00Z

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{{creative-work | title = The Free North News Issue #5| type = Newspaper| author = Various}}

'''OOC Disclaimer: The following is about Empire, revolution, settler colonialism, and it’s many consequences. The opinions stated here are to be taken in character and should not be taken as out of character judgements. It is intended as in chracter rhetoric. Except that we should have a rolton cryptid. Oh and do not insert into any orifices. Or do, I’m just not legally responsible for it.'''

'''IC Disclaimer: The Black Thorns are more of a collective, and less of a organization with heirachy and a roster. Please do not take the perspective of one member to apply to all of us.'''

[[File:Freenorthnews.png|375px|thumb|Right|Created in Midjourney Edited by player of Ceilia & Dendum uploaded by player of Dendum]]

== The Faerinn Well, Notes from the Editor ==
[[File:Peoplesenvoy.jpg|375px|thumb|left|The People's Envoy, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]
'''OOC Disclaimer: The following are the in character views of Faerinn. While things may be embellished or exaggerated to help make a point or to entertain, the facts stated here are as far as Faerinn is aware true.'''
I call to those who call Wehnimer’s Landing home and thank you for once again putting up with another campaign by me.

I came here a refugee time and time again. People say I hate Imperials, but forget that I came here as one. And I went back to Talador time and time again only to be driven out by one half-human progrom after another. I thought Talador was my home, because I was born there. The Landing always took me back no questions asked. It took years after the destruction of Talador to realize that my real home was here all alone.

I don’t hate the people of the Empire. I don’t even hate the Empire itself Not What I hate are the machinations of Imperialism. The systems that oppress everyone in its borders from Sun Throne to South Haven. The mechanisms that produce great heros, but rewards the greatest villains. As Jovery fought Hochstib on our behalf, the Sentinal had no issue with also accepting Hochstib’s claims for for the Sun Throne. A system that can’t but help to subjugate and expand as the top of the pyramid hoard more and more resources.

I’ve lost so much to this machine. Loss that is incalculable and incomprehensible except to Aletoi from Bre’Nere. I watch the reactions from the Reach, and I don’t think I can do it again. I don’t have it in me to lose another home. That is how you can know I am genuine. This is my guarantee to serve you to the very best of my abilities.

Whether it was the intentional or not, once this position came up for a vote to the citizens of the Landing the position changed from someone who reports to the Mayor, Council, and Sentinal. This is a brand new position now that, one that is beholden not only to the voters, but all the residents of the Landing.

'''The People's Envoy.'''

I will be taking your concerns abroad not that of the Elites. I’m not taking just the Consortium’s concerns abroad, nor just the Empire’s, nor just the Mayors, but EVERYONES.

If you deem to have me, I will be your Envoy. To take your concerns and issues not only to Imperial interests, but to renew our languishing relationships to the North and the East.

'''Faerinn Greatsinger, Esq, of Talador and Loenthra'''

'''Rumor Woods, Koaratos, 5123'''

== News for the North! ==
[[File:FNNMalwindeatsrocks1.png|375px|thumb|right|Baron Malwind tries Rock Tending, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

* Dwarven Emissaries Travel Across The Lands- Under the mountain the human empire is discussed but the dwarves decide to remain neutral for now.

* Icemule- A Dwarven Caravan is attacked. The Mayor plans to sends condolences to the mountain.

* Sol Haven- Rumors abound of children eating rocks after misunderstanding certain cultural oddities of Aldora.

* Wehnimer's Landing- Envoy selection takes place the world waits in anticipation to see who will speak for the Landing.

== Everything You're Dreaming ==
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Elidal's the greatest force of good you're ever seeing
We'd surely fall to ruin if not for his intervening
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Because of the parade of threats we've faced for many years
This Elidal is taking steps to now assuage our fears
And so one day he made a vow of some contentious prose
The biggest vow I've heard by now and this is how it goes:

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Hope and safety, wealth and wisdom, deeper inner meaning
He's the apex, he's the leadership that we've been needing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Now, it might seem precocious, like your lives are a disgrace
Or it might seem atrocious, like your heroes die a waste
But all the blood shed by our fallen fighters need not fail
Just ally now with Elidal or it's to no avail

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Not to sound too grand or condescending or demeaning
But have you seen the trouble this frontier is always gleaning?
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

(You could say it nearly backwards:
Dreaming your everything will bring Darkstone of barony...
But that's going a bit too far, don't you think?)

So as you face down yet more wars you didn't need to fight
Reflect on Eli's words and how he'll be our shining light
You'd better ponder carefully since this could change your life
For example: a permanent stability that sees the end of strife

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Lift you out of hopeless doubts and fears since they're deceiving
If you say it oft enough, you'll find yourself believing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

== Ask Lithyia ==

[[File:FNNcultsymbol1.png|375px|thumb|left|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

'''Dear Lithyia'''

Every morning a dwarf smelling of liquor breaks into my shop and smashes all the vases claiming he is looking for “real gems”. I tried locking the doors, and barring the windows but he just passes through them like a ghost. Please advise.

Vaseless in Vornavis

'''Dear Vaseless in Vornavis,'''

Something I have learned over the years is that the fastest way to many dwarve’s hearts is through freshly made brew. I recommend you get your hands on a still and begin leaving “gifts” outside your shop for this dwarf. You should notice you no longer need to lock the doors or bar the windows because you will find them passed out drunk in front of your shop. You can then haul them off yourself or pay some youngin who needs a few silvers to do it for you. If you do not have access to a still, seek me out. I am a brewmaster and would be happy to craft some specialities just for you and this…situation.

Fresh brew is best brew!
Miss Lithy

'''Dear Lithyia,'''

I find myself in a most peculiar predicament—one that has left me pondering the ethics of my choices. You see, I have become entangled in an intriguing, yet probably evil, cult. The allure of their secret rituals and promises of enlightenment initially drew me in, but now I'm plagued with doubts. Should I stay in this malevolent cult, embracing its dark path, or should I break free from its clutches and seek a more morally upright existence? Please help me navigate this moral maze, Lithyia, for I fear I'm teetering on the edge of eternal damnation.

Sincerely,

Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics

'''Dear Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics,'''

Having never been involved in a cult myself or having any experience related to them I must ponder on this a bit. Have they threatened you or someone you love? If so, I would suggest removing yourself from them as soon as possible. I might also recommend some new wrist, arm and ankle sheaths to carry additional…implements. One can never be too careful. As for whether you should seek a more morally upright existence, I don’t think you need to fully sacrifice who you may be as a person just because things didn’t work out the way you hoped with this group.

Regards,
Miss Lithy

== Turamzyrrian Empire's Dark Legacy Unveiled: Evil Cult Hiding in Solhaven Sends Assassins into the Free North ==

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Byline: Dorper Eweherder

A dark cloud of treachery looms over the realm of Elanthia as the infamous Turamzyrrian Empire's troubled past comes to light once again. Known for its historical deeply ingrained racist policies and discriminatory practices, the empire now stands accused of shielding an insidious cult that has unleashed assassins into the once tranquil lands of the Free North. The revelation has sent shockwaves throughout the realm, exposing the Empire's complicity in this heinous plot.

For centuries, the Turamzyrrian Empire has held a notorious reputation for its divisive policies, fostering an environment of inequality and prejudice. Its discriminatory practices, targeting non-human races, have sown discord and resentment among the diverse populations of Elanthia. These issues have been made more troublesome when coupled with its militaristic campaigns of subjegation towards its neighbours.

Now, as the truth unravels, it has come to light that the empire has been sheltering and aiding an evil cult known as the Order of Eternal Light. This secretive and malevolent organization has dispatched assassins into the unsuspecting lands of the Free North, destabilizing the region and trying to strike fear and chaos among its inhabitants.

The Order of Eternal Light, notorious for their questionable membership and history of promoting the Lornon agenda, has found refuge within the empire's borders, shielded by its militaristic policies, authoritarian rule, and willful blindness. Their nefarious activities, supported by the Empire's resources and protection, have targeted key figures and leaders in the Free North, plunging the region into a state of wariness.

A group of courageous adventurers, driven by a relentless pursuit of justice, managed to peel back the layers of secrecy surrounding the Empire's unholy alliance with the Order of Eternal Light. Through their tenacious efforts, evidence linking high-ranking Empire Sympathizer to the cult's activities came to light, exposing the empire's complicity in this sinister plot.

We thank those brave souls who were former and current members of the Order who risked their lives helping expose the corruption.

The revelation has ignited a firestorm of outrage and condemnation throughout the Free North and beyond. Leaders and communities have united in their denouncement of the empire's aggressive stance in the sovereign territory of other people and its collaboration with an evil cult. Calls for justice and swift action reverberate through the halls of free people everywhere, demanding accountability for those responsible.

In response to mounting accusations, the Turamzyrrian Empire's representatives will scramble to distance themselves from the scandal, issuing statements condemning the cult's actions and denying any knowledge of their collaboration. However, the people of the Free North and the realm at large will remain skeptical, seeing these claims as a feeble attempt to salvage the empire's past reputation in light of recent efforts to rebrand itself.

As tensions escalate between the Free North and the Turamzyrrian Empire, Elanthia stands on the brink of an epic confrontation. The Free North, known for its resilience and commitment to justice, rallies its forces in a united front against the empire's tyranny. With swords raised and magic at their disposal, they stand ready to face the combined might of the empire and the Order of Eternal Light, vowing to restore peace and expose the truth.

The fate of Elanthia hangs in the balance as the forces of darkness threaten to engulf the realm. Will the Free North succeed in reclaiming its autonomy and defeating the evil that has been nurtured by the empire's feudal policies? Only time will tell, as the realm braces itself for an epic clash between justice and oppression.

== The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor ==

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The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor

Deep in the heart of Wehnimer's Landing, an organization flourishes, embodying the principles of unity, strength, and honor. They are the Ord An Dragan, a revered clan that has etched its name in the annals of history as stalwart protectors of the realm.

Forged in the fires of chaos, the Ord An Dragan emerged during the Age of Chaos, when a battle raged at Shadow Guard. In an unprecedented display of unity, a diverse alliance formed, consisting of Dwarves, Giantmen, Elven Houses, Humans, Sylvans, Halflings, and many others. This union, a testament to the power of collaboration, turned the tide of war, forever changing the course of the realm's destiny.

Witnessing the transformative impact of this alliance, the members of the Ord An Dragan clan embraced their role as custodians of unity. They understood that strength lay not in isolation, but in the harmonious integration of different races and creeds. Their numbers and influence grew, establishing them as the last line of defense for the survival of Elanthia.

Through the ages, the Ord An Dragan clan quietly and steadfastly fulfilled their sacred duty. They became the watchful eyes, the meticulous record keepers, and the nurturing force behind the values they held dear. From the discovery of the Gnomes to the arrivals of the Erithians and Aelotoi, the Ord An Dragan clan stood witness to these pivotal events, safeguarding the fragile balance of the realm.

When the Aelotoi were attacked by the Kiramon, it was the Ord An Dragan clan who joined forces with the Ta’Illistim guards to defend them. This marked the first official record of their presence in the environs of Ta’Illistim. However, it was in Wehnimer's Landing that they found their true home—a haven for diversity due to its status as a port city and its proximity to various lands.

Embodying the creed established by the Drakes, the Ord An Dragan clan became arbiters of justice and cultivators of honor. Within their ranks, individuals found a sanctuary where their potentials were nurtured and protected. The unity of their powers, akin to the might of a dragon, fortified their resolve to safeguard the realm.

In the face of waning dragon numbers, the Ord An Dragan took up the mantle of guardianship. They pledged to honor the strength in unity, working tirelessly to ensure the coexistence of all races and the triumph of righteousness. Monthly meetings, though sometimes dismissed as "borin'" by a few immature members, serve as a testament to the clan's commitment to fostering unity, sharing wisdom, and upholding their cherished values.

Today, the Ord An Dragan stands as a shining beacon in Wehnimer's Landing, a symbol of unity and honor. They have dedicated themselves to the well-being of the realm, protecting it from the encroachment of darkness. In their footsteps, new generations are guided and inspired to carry forward the legacy of the Ord An Dragan, preserving the realm's harmony and safeguarding its future.

May their noble endeavors continue to inspire all who seek a world built upon unity, strength, and honor.

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== "Sheep's Wool: A Flock Too Far in Courtly Fashion" ==

[[File:FNNroltonfashion1.png|375px|thumb|left|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

By Madam Maedat

In an age where courtly fashion knows no bounds, one cannot help but marvel at the relentless obsession with sheep's wool. It seems that every nobleman and noblewoman, from the grandest castle to the lowliest manor, must drape themselves in the fluffy fabric of these humble farm creatures. Verily, we have reached a point where sheep's wool has become the cornerstone of court couture, and I am compelled to raise my quill in mock astonishment at this woolly madness.

Gone are the days of intricate embroidery and fine silks that adorned the aristocracy. Now, one can hardly tell a lord from a shepherd at first glance, for they are all swathed in wool from head to toe. It is as if they have declared a silent allegiance to the noble sheep, or are suffering in a secret love affair with some rolton, forsaking all other materials in favor of their cozy, albeit predictable, charm.

[[File:FNNroltonfashion2.png|375px|thumb|right|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

Let us take a moment to ponder the origins of this fashion frenzy. Sheep, creatures blessed with abundant fleece, have long been cherished for their warmth and versatility. Their wool has provided countless garments throughout history, but today it seems the demand has reached unprecedented heights. It is as if our courtly denizens, from Allace to Trauntor, have entered into a pact with the sheep, vying to outdo one another in their excessive display of ovine devotion.

Behold, the ladies parading in their woolen gowns, each step accompanied by the sound of gentle baas. Their dressmakers laboriously sculpt these garments, ensuring no inch of their noble forms remains untouched by the woolly embrace. Layers upon layers of the stuff are piled on, transforming them into walking clouds of fluff. It is a wonder they do not float away, carried off by a strong gust of wind or a playful ram.

[[File:FNNroltonfashion3.png|375px|thumb|left|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

The gentlemen fare no better, donning woolen doublets, cloaks, and even leggings. They walk with a perpetual itch, for who among them can withstand the tickling sensation that accompanies an entire outfit fashioned from wool? Yet, they persist, prancing about in their woolly attire as if they have forgotten the existence of other fabrics entirely.

Alas, even the knights who once gleamed in shining armor have succumbed to the pull of sheep's wool. No longer do they ride into battle, clad in protective steel; instead, they charge forth covered head to toe in woolen armor. One wonders if their adversaries will die from laughter before they can even draw their swords.

I implore the courtly elite to reconsider their devotion to sheep's wool. Surely there are other fabrics worthy of their attention? Let us not forget the delicate touch of velvet, the shimmer of satin, or the regal flow of brocade. Our forefathers would turn in their graves if they witnessed such a woolly takeover of fashion.

[[File:FNNroltonfashion4.png|375px|thumb|right|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

In conclusion, dear readers, let us remember the time-honored lesson of moderation. While sheep's wool undeniably has its place in courtly fashion, its ubiquity threatens to transform our noble courts into pastures. Let us reclaim the elegance and diversity that once graced our wardrobes, lest we become a flock of fashion sheep, forever caught in the woolly embrace of mediocrity.

== All Enemies Can Not Change by Dendum ==

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Great disturbances occur in the Free North. The ground itself shakes under Icemule and fire reaches out willingly to the waters. Visions stalk the minds of the unwary and the path forward is not clear. The mountains around the Landing have become unstable. In this dark time there are some in Icemule and even some in the Landing who seek peaceful accord with ancient foes, seek to tame that which has stalked us, killed our brethren, sacrificed our friends for their own glory.

The enemy’s fleet has terrorized our waters for many years, Talbot Dabbings kin saw them for what they were, they have proven themselves untrustworthy time and time again but still there are voices in the North that claim we can make peace with them. Even in the Landing, which has suffered attacks from this enemy more than any other, there is talk of working out an accord despite the past.

Why would anyone think that such a foe will change behavior overnight just because they need land? When we have seen their dark magic and all its corruption, we have felt the bit of their blade and heard their useless barking? They are mighty now, this is true, but that does not make them an ally worth inviting in it just makes them a threat worth holding back.

Some say we must seek an accord because failure to treat with them will cause them to migrate against our will. Did we become so meek that we bow to any threat no matter how vile the forces behind the threat? Is this not the North that has held up against impossible odds before? The birth place of Black Wolves that held off Ta’vaalor in ancient days? The place where Krolvin Armadas break, not against the rocky shore, but against the iron will of the defenders? They may be strong but that has never been a barrier in the past.

Some say the enemy’s problem are a result of their own making...and this surely can be true because they have sewn a field of evil seeds and now must deal with the consequences. It is not for us to give them a new field to plant and destroy with their wicked ways.

If kind hearts demand refuge be given to the ancient foe then let them change their ways and THEN be accepted. Do not let them bring the rites and rituals of their homeland into the North to continue to spread darkness. Do not give them a new patch of dirt from which to lash out against more innocent lives and cause more destruction. Only in changing can they become more than a threat to the North.

== A Guide to Cooking Rolton: A Delightful Compendium of Recipes from the Free North ==

[[File:FNNMrhowler.png|375px|thumb|right|Master Chef Howlen, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Draelor]]

By: Master Howlen

Preface:
In this esteemed compendium, we shall embark upon a gastronomic journey through the art of preparing and savoring rolton, a noble and tasty creature that graces our tables with its delicate flesh. Drawing inspiration from the culinary wisdom of northern chefs, we shall unravel the secrets of transforming rolton meat into delectable dishes fit for the discerning palate of the gentry. Let us delve into the techniques and recipes that shall transport you to the kitchens of yore.

[[File:FNNCookingRolton1.png|375px|thumb|left|Cooking Rolton, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

Chapter 1: Selecting and Preparing the Rolton
Choosing the Rolton:
To commence this culinary endeavor, select a young and tender rolton, preferably between six months and one year old. Seek an animal that has been reared on a diet of fresh pasture, as this shall impart a superior flavor to the meat. Older roltons may be harder to eat and may try and kill you.

Dressing the Rolton:
Begin by skillfully dressing the rolton, ensuring a thorough removal of the hide while preserving the purity of the meat. With expert precision, separate the limbs, ribs, and loins, readying them for the sublime culinary creations to come.

Traditional Cooking Techniques
Roasting and Spit-Roasting:
In the noble tradition of the north, roasting is a preferred method for cooking rolton. Secure the meat upon a spit, skillfully turning it over the fire until the outer layer crisps to a golden hue, while the inner succulence remains intact. Basting with a delectable concoction of melted butter, herbs, and aromatic spices shall elevate the flavors to unparalleled heights.

Stewing and Braising:
To tame the tougher cuts and infuse the meat with a symphony of flavors, the art of stewing and braising shall be employed. With great care, place the marinated meat into a vessel with aromatic vegetables, herbs, and a carefully measured amount of stock or wine. Allow the concoction to simmer gently, tenderizing the rolton and imbuing it with the essence of the ingredients.

A Selection of Traditional Recipes
Rolton Ragout with Herbs and Root Vegetables:
Begin by marinating the rolton meat in a delicate blend of wine, herbs, and spices for several hours. In a cauldron over a gentle fire, combine the marinated meat with a medley of root vegetables, such as carrots, parsnips, and turnips. Allow the flavors to meld together as they slowly simmer. Serve this fragrant ragout as a centerpiece to grace the tables of esteemed guests.

Grilled Rolton Chops with Rosemary and Garlic:
Prepare the rolton chops by marinating them with crushed garlic, fresh rosemary, and a drizzle of fine olive oil. Place the marinated chops upon a grill over a bed of glowing coals, allowing the flames to kiss the meat, while retaining its tenderness. Turn the chops with care, ensuring an even char, and present them with pride, their flavors enhanced by the simplicity of the ingredients.

Slow-Roasted Leg of Rolton with Juniper and Thyme:
Marinate the leg of rolton in a heady blend of juniper berries, thyme, red wine, and vinegar. Place it in a roasting pan, adorning it with fragrant sprigs of thyme. Roast it slowly in a well-regulated oven until the flesh yields effortlessly to the fork

In Conclusion:
From rustic dish to flavorful journeys that soothe the soul Rolton is famous on the tables of the North, perhaps it can be famous on your table as well!

[[File:FNNCookingrolton2.png|375px|thumb|right|Cooking Rolton, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

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2023-07-06T20:21:39Z

DIEHLS:

{{creative-work | title = The Free North News Issue #5| type = Newspaper| author = Various}}

'''OOC Disclaimer: The following is about Empire, revolution, settler colonialism, and it’s many consequences. The opinions stated here are to be taken in character and should not be taken as out of character judgements. It is intended as in chracter rhetoric. Except that we should have a rolton cryptid. Oh and do not insert into any orifices. Or do, I’m just not legally responsible for it.'''

'''IC Disclaimer: The Black Thorns are more of a collective, and less of a organization with heirachy and a roster. Please do not take the perspective of one member to apply to all of us.'''

[[File:Freenorthnews.png|375px|thumb|Right|Created in Midjourney Edited by player of Ceilia & Dendum uploaded by player of Dendum]]

== The Faerinn Well, Notes from the Editor ==
[[File:Peoplesenvoy.jpg|375px|thumb|left|The People's Envoy, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]
'''OOC Disclaimer: The following are the in character views of Faerinn. While things may be embellished or exaggerated to help make a point or to entertain, the facts stated here are as far as Faerinn is aware true.'''
I call to those who call Wehnimer’s Landing home and thank you for once again putting up with another campaign by me.

I came here a refugee time and time again. People say I hate Imperials, but forget that I came here as one. And I went back to Talador time and time again only to be driven out by one half-human progrom after another. I thought Talador was my home, because I was born there. The Landing always took me back no questions asked. It took years after the destruction of Talador to realize that my real home was here all alone.

I don’t hate the people of the Empire. I don’t even hate the Empire itself Not What I hate are the machinations of Imperialism. The systems that oppress everyone in its borders from Sun Throne to South Haven. The mechanisms that produce great heros, but rewards the greatest villains. As Jovery fought Hochstib on our behalf, the Sentinal had no issue with also accepting Hochstib’s claims for for the Sun Throne. A system that can’t but help to subjugate and expand as the top of the pyramid hoard more and more resources.

I’ve lost so much to this machine. Loss that is incalculable and incomprehensible except to Aletoi from Bre’Nere. I watch the reactions from the Reach, and I don’t think I can do it again. I don’t have it in me to lose another home. That is how you can know I am genuine. This is my guarantee to serve you to the very best of my abilities.

Whether it was the intentional or not, once this position came up for a vote to the citizens of the Landing the position changed from someone who reports to the Mayor, Council, and Sentinal. This is a brand new position now that, one that is beholden not only to the voters, but all the residents of the Landing.

'''The People's Envoy.'''

I will be taking your concerns abroad not that of the Elites. I’m not taking just the Consortium’s concerns abroad, nor just the Empire’s, nor just the Mayors, but EVERYONES.

If you deem to have me, I will be your Envoy. To take your concerns and issues not only to Imperial interests, but to renew our languishing relationships to the North and the East.

'''Faerinn Greatsinger, Esq, of Talador and Loenthra'''

'''Rumor Woods, Koaratos, 5123'''

== News for the North! ==
[[File:FNNMalwindeatsrocks1.png|375px|thumb|right|Baron Malwind tries Rock Tending, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

* Dwarven Emissaries Travel Across The Lands- Under the mountain the human empire is discussed but the dwarves decide to remain neutral for now.

* Icemule- A Dwarven Caravan is attacked. The Mayor plans to sends condolences to the mountain.

* Sol Haven- Rumors abound of children eating rocks after misunderstanding certain cultural oddities of Aldora.

* Wehnimer's Landing- Envoy selection takes place the world waits in anticipation to see who will speak for the Landing.

== Everything You're Dreaming ==
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Elidal's the greatest force of good you're ever seeing
We'd surely fall to ruin if not for his intervening
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Because of the parade of threats we've faced for many years
This Elidal is taking steps to now assuage our fears
And so one day he made a vow of some contentious prose
The biggest vow I've heard by now and this is how it goes:

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Hope and safety, wealth and wisdom, deeper inner meaning
He's the apex, he's the leadership that we've been needing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Now, it might seem precocious, like your lives are a disgrace
Or it might seem atrocious, like your heroes die a waste
But all the blood shed by our fallen fighters need not fail
Just ally now with Elidal or it's to no avail

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Not to sound too grand or condescending or demeaning
But have you seen the trouble this frontier is always gleaning?
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

(You could say it nearly backwards:
Dreaming your everything will bring Darkstone of barony...
But that's going a bit too far, don't you think?)

So as you face down yet more wars you didn't need to fight
Reflect on Eli's words and how he'll be our shining light
You'd better ponder carefully since this could change your life
For example: a permanent stability that sees the end of strife

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Lift you out of hopeless doubts and fears since they're deceiving
If you say it oft enough, you'll find yourself believing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

== Ask Lithyia ==

[[File:FNNcultsymbol1.png|375px|thumb|left|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

'''Dear Lithyia'''

Every morning a dwarf smelling of liquor breaks into my shop and smashes all the vases claiming he is looking for “real gems”. I tried locking the doors, and barring the windows but he just passes through them like a ghost. Please advise.

Vaseless in Vornavis

'''Dear Vaseless in Vornavis,'''

Something I have learned over the years is that the fastest way to many dwarve’s hearts is through freshly made brew. I recommend you get your hands on a still and begin leaving “gifts” outside your shop for this dwarf. You should notice you no longer need to lock the doors or bar the windows because you will find them passed out drunk in front of your shop. You can then haul them off yourself or pay some youngin who needs a few silvers to do it for you. If you do not have access to a still, seek me out. I am a brewmaster and would be happy to craft some specialities just for you and this…situation.

Fresh brew is best brew!
Miss Lithy

'''Dear Lithyia,'''

I find myself in a most peculiar predicament—one that has left me pondering the ethics of my choices. You see, I have become entangled in an intriguing, yet probably evil, cult. The allure of their secret rituals and promises of enlightenment initially drew me in, but now I'm plagued with doubts. Should I stay in this malevolent cult, embracing its dark path, or should I break free from its clutches and seek a more morally upright existence? Please help me navigate this moral maze, Lithyia, for I fear I'm teetering on the edge of eternal damnation.

Sincerely,

Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics

'''Dear Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics,'''

Having never been involved in a cult myself or having any experience related to them I must ponder on this a bit. Have they threatened you or someone you love? If so, I would suggest removing yourself from them as soon as possible. I might also recommend some new wrist, arm and ankle sheaths to carry additional…implements. One can never be too careful. As for whether you should seek a more morally upright existence, I don’t think you need to fully sacrifice who you may be as a person just because things didn’t work out the way you hoped with this group.

Regards,
Miss Lithy

== Turamzyrrian Empire's Dark Legacy Unveiled: Evil Cult Hiding in Solhaven Sends Assassins into the Free North ==

[[File:FNNDarklegacyarticle1.png|375px|thumb|right|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Dendum]]

Byline: Dorper Eweherder

A dark cloud of treachery looms over the realm of Elanthia as the infamous Turamzyrrian Empire's troubled past comes to light once again. Known for its historical deeply ingrained racist policies and discriminatory practices, the empire now stands accused of shielding an insidious cult that has unleashed assassins into the once tranquil lands of the Free North. The revelation has sent shockwaves throughout the realm, exposing the Empire's complicity in this heinous plot.

For centuries, the Turamzyrrian Empire has held a notorious reputation for its divisive policies, fostering an environment of inequality and prejudice. Its discriminatory practices, targeting non-human races, have sown discord and resentment among the diverse populations of Elanthia. These issues have been made more troublesome when coupled with its militaristic campaigns of subjegation towards its neighbours.

Now, as the truth unravels, it has come to light that the empire has been sheltering and aiding an evil cult known as the Order of Eternal Light. This secretive and malevolent organization has dispatched assassins into the unsuspecting lands of the Free North, destabilizing the region and trying to strike fear and chaos among its inhabitants.

The Order of Eternal Light, notorious for their questionable membership and history of promoting the Lornon agenda, has found refuge within the empire's borders, shielded by its militaristic policies, authoritarian rule, and willful blindness. Their nefarious activities, supported by the Empire's resources and protection, have targeted key figures and leaders in the Free North, plunging the region into a state of wariness.

A group of courageous adventurers, driven by a relentless pursuit of justice, managed to peel back the layers of secrecy surrounding the Empire's unholy alliance with the Order of Eternal Light. Through their tenacious efforts, evidence linking high-ranking Empire Sympathizer to the cult's activities came to light, exposing the empire's complicity in this sinister plot.

We thank those brave souls who were former and current members of the Order who risked their lives helping expose the corruption.

The revelation has ignited a firestorm of outrage and condemnation throughout the Free North and beyond. Leaders and communities have united in their denouncement of the empire's aggressive stance in the sovereign territory of other people and its collaboration with an evil cult. Calls for justice and swift action reverberate through the halls of free people everywhere, demanding accountability for those responsible.

In response to mounting accusations, the Turamzyrrian Empire's representatives will scramble to distance themselves from the scandal, issuing statements condemning the cult's actions and denying any knowledge of their collaboration. However, the people of the Free North and the realm at large will remain skeptical, seeing these claims as a feeble attempt to salvage the empire's past reputation in light of recent efforts to rebrand itself.

As tensions escalate between the Free North and the Turamzyrrian Empire, Elanthia stands on the brink of an epic confrontation. The Free North, known for its resilience and commitment to justice, rallies its forces in a united front against the empire's tyranny. With swords raised and magic at their disposal, they stand ready to face the combined might of the empire and the Order of Eternal Light, vowing to restore peace and expose the truth.

The fate of Elanthia hangs in the balance as the forces of darkness threaten to engulf the realm. Will the Free North succeed in reclaiming its autonomy and defeating the evil that has been nurtured by the empire's feudal policies? Only time will tell, as the realm braces itself for an epic clash between justice and oppression.

== The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor ==

[[File:FNNRWad1.png|375px|thumb|left|Advertisement, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor

Deep in the heart of Wehnimer's Landing, an organization flourishes, embodying the principles of unity, strength, and honor. They are the Ord An Dragan, a revered clan that has etched its name in the annals of history as stalwart protectors of the realm.

Forged in the fires of chaos, the Ord An Dragan emerged during the Age of Chaos, when a battle raged at Shadow Guard. In an unprecedented display of unity, a diverse alliance formed, consisting of Dwarves, Giantmen, Elven Houses, Humans, Sylvans, Halflings, and many others. This union, a testament to the power of collaboration, turned the tide of war, forever changing the course of the realm's destiny.

Witnessing the transformative impact of this alliance, the members of the Ord An Dragan clan embraced their role as custodians of unity. They understood that strength lay not in isolation, but in the harmonious integration of different races and creeds. Their numbers and influence grew, establishing them as the last line of defense for the survival of Elanthia.

Through the ages, the Ord An Dragan clan quietly and steadfastly fulfilled their sacred duty. They became the watchful eyes, the meticulous record keepers, and the nurturing force behind the values they held dear. From the discovery of the Gnomes to the arrivals of the Erithians and Aelotoi, the Ord An Dragan clan stood witness to these pivotal events, safeguarding the fragile balance of the realm.

When the Aelotoi were attacked by the Kiramon, it was the Ord An Dragan clan who joined forces with the Ta’Illistim guards to defend them. This marked the first official record of their presence in the environs of Ta’Illistim. However, it was in Wehnimer's Landing that they found their true home—a haven for diversity due to its status as a port city and its proximity to various lands.

Embodying the creed established by the Drakes, the Ord An Dragan clan became arbiters of justice and cultivators of honor. Within their ranks, individuals found a sanctuary where their potentials were nurtured and protected. The unity of their powers, akin to the might of a dragon, fortified their resolve to safeguard the realm.

In the face of waning dragon numbers, the Ord An Dragan took up the mantle of guardianship. They pledged to honor the strength in unity, working tirelessly to ensure the coexistence of all races and the triumph of righteousness. Monthly meetings, though sometimes dismissed as "borin'" by a few immature members, serve as a testament to the clan's commitment to fostering unity, sharing wisdom, and upholding their cherished values.

Today, the Ord An Dragan stands as a shining beacon in Wehnimer's Landing, a symbol of unity and honor. They have dedicated themselves to the well-being of the realm, protecting it from the encroachment of darkness. In their footsteps, new generations are guided and inspired to carry forward the legacy of the Ord An Dragan, preserving the realm's harmony and safeguarding its future.

May their noble endeavors continue to inspire all who seek a world built upon unity, strength, and honor.

== Help Wanted/Classifieds ==

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== "Sheep's Wool: A Flock Too Far in Courtly Fashion" ==

[[File:FNNroltonfashion1.png|375px|thumb|left|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

By Madam Maedat

In an age where courtly fashion knows no bounds, one cannot help but marvel at the relentless obsession with sheep's wool. It seems that every nobleman and noblewoman, from the grandest castle to the lowliest manor, must drape themselves in the fluffy fabric of these humble farm creatures. Verily, we have reached a point where sheep's wool has become the cornerstone of court couture, and I am compelled to raise my quill in mock astonishment at this woolly madness.

Gone are the days of intricate embroidery and fine silks that adorned the aristocracy. Now, one can hardly tell a lord from a shepherd at first glance, for they are all swathed in wool from head to toe. It is as if they have declared a silent allegiance to the noble sheep, or are suffering in a secret love affair with some rolton, forsaking all other materials in favor of their cozy, albeit predictable, charm.

[[File:FNNroltonfashion2.png|375px|thumb|right|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

Let us take a moment to ponder the origins of this fashion frenzy. Sheep, creatures blessed with abundant fleece, have long been cherished for their warmth and versatility. Their wool has provided countless garments throughout history, but today it seems the demand has reached unprecedented heights. It is as if our courtly denizens, from Allace to Trauntor, have entered into a pact with the sheep, vying to outdo one another in their excessive display of ovine devotion.

Behold, the ladies parading in their woolen gowns, each step accompanied by the sound of gentle baas. Their dressmakers laboriously sculpt these garments, ensuring no inch of their noble forms remains untouched by the woolly embrace. Layers upon layers of the stuff are piled on, transforming them into walking clouds of fluff. It is a wonder they do not float away, carried off by a strong gust of wind or a playful ram.

[[File:FNNroltonfashion3.png|375px|thumb|left|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

The gentlemen fare no better, donning woolen doublets, cloaks, and even leggings. They walk with a perpetual itch, for who among them can withstand the tickling sensation that accompanies an entire outfit fashioned from wool? Yet, they persist, prancing about in their woolly attire as if they have forgotten the existence of other fabrics entirely.

Alas, even the knights who once gleamed in shining armor have succumbed to the pull of sheep's wool. No longer do they ride into battle, clad in protective steel; instead, they charge forth covered head to toe in woolen armor. One wonders if their adversaries will die from laughter before they can even draw their swords.

I implore the courtly elite to reconsider their devotion to sheep's wool. Surely there are other fabrics worthy of their attention? Let us not forget the delicate touch of velvet, the shimmer of satin, or the regal flow of brocade. Our forefathers would turn in their graves if they witnessed such a woolly takeover of fashion.

[[File:FNNroltonfashion4.png|375px|thumb|right|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

In conclusion, dear readers, let us remember the time-honored lesson of moderation. While sheep's wool undeniably has its place in courtly fashion, its ubiquity threatens to transform our noble courts into pastures. Let us reclaim the elegance and diversity that once graced our wardrobes, lest we become a flock of fashion sheep, forever caught in the woolly embrace of mediocrity.

== All Enemies Can Not Change by Dendum ==

[[File:FNNRWad2.png|375px|thumb|right|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

Great disturbances occur in the Free North. The ground itself shakes under Icemule and fire reaches out willingly to the waters. Visions stalk the minds of the unwary and the path forward is not clear. The mountains around the Landing have become unstable. In this dark time there are some in Icemule and even some in the Landing who seek peaceful accord with ancient foes, seek to tame that which has stalked us, killed our brethren, sacrificed our friends for their own glory.

The enemy’s fleet has terrorized our waters for many years, Talbot Dabbings kin saw them for what they were, they have proven themselves untrustworthy time and time again but still there are voices in the North that claim we can make peace with them. Even in the Landing, which has suffered attacks from this enemy more than any other, there is talk of working out an accord despite the past.

Why would anyone think that such a foe will change behavior overnight just because they need land? When we have seen their dark magic and all its corruption, we have felt the bit of their blade and heard their useless barking? They are mighty now, this is true, but that does not make them an ally worth inviting in it just makes them a threat worth holding back.

Some say we must seek an accord because failure to treat with them will cause them to migrate against our will. Did we become so meek that we bow to any threat no matter how vile the forces behind the threat? Is this not the North that has held up against impossible odds before? The birth place of Black Wolves that held off Ta’vaalor in ancient days? The place where Krolvin Armadas break, not against the rocky shore, but against the iron will of the defenders? They may be strong but that has never been a barrier in the past.

Some say the enemy’s problem are a result of their own making...and this surely can be true because they have sewn a field of evil seeds and now must deal with the consequences. It is not for us to give them a new field to plant and destroy with their wicked ways.

If kind hearts demand refuge be given to the ancient foe then let them change their ways and THEN be accepted. Do not let them bring the rites and rituals of their homeland into the North to continue to spread darkness. Do not give them a new patch of dirt from which to lash out against more innocent lives and cause more destruction. Only in changing can they become more than a threat to the North.

== A Guide to Cooking Rolton: A Delightful Compendium of Recipes from the Free North ==

[[File:FNNMrhowler.png|375px|thumb|right|Master Chef Howlen, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Draelor]]

By: Master Howlen

Preface:
In this esteemed compendium, we shall embark upon a gastronomic journey through the art of preparing and savoring rolton, a noble and tasty creature that graces our tables with its delicate flesh. Drawing inspiration from the culinary wisdom of northern chefs, we shall unravel the secrets of transforming rolton meat into delectable dishes fit for the discerning palate of the gentry. Let us delve into the techniques and recipes that shall transport you to the kitchens of yore.

[[File:FNNCookingRolton1.png|375px|thumb|left|Cooking Rolton, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

Chapter 1: Selecting and Preparing the Rolton
Choosing the Rolton:
To commence this culinary endeavor, select a young and tender rolton, preferably between six months and one year old. Seek an animal that has been reared on a diet of fresh pasture, as this shall impart a superior flavor to the meat. Older roltons may be harder to eat and may try and kill you.

Dressing the Rolton:
Begin by skillfully dressing the rolton, ensuring a thorough removal of the hide while preserving the purity of the meat. With expert precision, separate the limbs, ribs, and loins, readying them for the sublime culinary creations to come.

Traditional Cooking Techniques
Roasting and Spit-Roasting:
In the noble tradition of the north, roasting is a preferred method for cooking rolton. Secure the meat upon a spit, skillfully turning it over the fire until the outer layer crisps to a golden hue, while the inner succulence remains intact. Basting with a delectable concoction of melted butter, herbs, and aromatic spices shall elevate the flavors to unparalleled heights.

Stewing and Braising:
To tame the tougher cuts and infuse the meat with a symphony of flavors, the art of stewing and braising shall be employed. With great care, place the marinated meat into a vessel with aromatic vegetables, herbs, and a carefully measured amount of stock or wine. Allow the concoction to simmer gently, tenderizing the rolton and imbuing it with the essence of the ingredients.

A Selection of Traditional Recipes
Rolton Ragout with Herbs and Root Vegetables:
Begin by marinating the rolton meat in a delicate blend of wine, herbs, and spices for several hours. In a cauldron over a gentle fire, combine the marinated meat with a medley of root vegetables, such as carrots, parsnips, and turnips. Allow the flavors to meld together as they slowly simmer. Serve this fragrant ragout as a centerpiece to grace the tables of esteemed guests.

Grilled Rolton Chops with Rosemary and Garlic:
Prepare the rolton chops by marinating them with crushed garlic, fresh rosemary, and a drizzle of fine olive oil. Place the marinated chops upon a grill over a bed of glowing coals, allowing the flames to kiss the meat, while retaining its tenderness. Turn the chops with care, ensuring an even char, and present them with pride, their flavors enhanced by the simplicity of the ingredients.

Slow-Roasted Leg of Rolton with Juniper and Thyme:
Marinate the leg of rolton in a heady blend of juniper berries, thyme, red wine, and vinegar. Place it in a roasting pan, adorning it with fragrant sprigs of thyme. Roast it slowly in a well-regulated oven until the flesh yields effortlessly to the fork

In Conclusion:
From rustic dish to flavorful journeys that soothe the soul Rolton is famous on the tables of the North, perhaps it can be famous on your table as well!

[[File:FNNCookingrolton2.png|375px|thumb|right|Cooking Rolton, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

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2023-07-06T20:10:38Z

DIEHLS: /* "Sheep's Wool: A Flock Too Far in Courtly Fashion" */

{{creative-work | title = The Free North News Issue #5| type = Newspaper| author = Various}}

'''OOC Disclaimer: The following is about Empire, revolution, settler colonialism, and it’s many consequences. The opinions stated here are to be taken in character and should not be taken as out of character judgements. It is intended as in chracter rhetoric. Except that we should have a rolton cryptid. Oh and do not insert into any orifices. Or do, I’m just not legally responsible for it.'''

'''IC Disclaimer: The Black Thorns are more of a collective, and less of a organization with heirachy and a roster. Please do not take the perspective of one member to apply to all of us.'''

[[File:Freenorthnews.png|375px|thumb|Right|Created in Midjourney Edited by player of Ceilia & Dendum uploaded by player of Dendum]]

== The Faerinn Well, Notes from the Editor ==
[[File:Peoplesenvoy.jpg|375px|thumb|left|The People's Envoy, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]
'''OOC Disclaimer: The following are the in character views of Faerinn. While things may be embellished or exaggerated to help make a point or to entertain, the facts stated here are as far as Faerinn is aware true.'''
I call to those who call Wehnimer’s Landing home and thank you for once again putting up with another campaign by me.

I came here a refugee time and time again. People say I hate Imperials, but forget that I came here as one. And I went back to Talador time and time again only to be driven out by one half-human progrom after another. I thought Talador was my home, because I was born there. The Landing always took me back no questions asked. It took years after the destruction of Talador to realize that my real home was here all alone.

I don’t hate the people of the Empire. I don’t even hate the Empire itself Not What I hate are the machinations of Imperialism. The systems that oppress everyone in its borders from Sun Throne to South Haven. The mechanisms that produce great heros, but rewards the greatest villains. As Jovery fought Hochstib on our behalf, the Sentinal had no issue with also accepting Hochstib’s claims for for the Sun Throne. A system that can’t but help to subjugate and expand as the top of the pyramid hoard more and more resources.

I’ve lost so much to this machine. Loss that is incalculable and incomprehensible except to Aletoi from Bre’Nere. I watch the reactions from the Reach, and I don’t think I can do it again. I don’t have it in me to lose another home. That is how you can know I am genuine. This is my guarantee to serve you to the very best of my abilities.

Whether it was the intentional or not, once this position came up for a vote to the citizens of the Landing the position changed from someone who reports to the Mayor, Council, and Sentinal. This is a brand new position now that, one that is beholden not only to the voters, but all the residents of the Landing.

'''The People's Envoy.'''

I will be taking your concerns abroad not that of the Elites. I’m not taking just the Consortium’s concerns abroad, nor just the Empire’s, nor just the Mayors, but EVERYONES.

If you deem to have me, I will be your Envoy. To take your concerns and issues not only to Imperial interests, but to renew our languishing relationships to the North and the East.

'''Faerinn Greatsinger, Esq, of Talador and Loenthra'''

'''Rumor Woods, Koaratos, 5123'''

== News for the North! ==
[[File:FNNMalwindeatsrocks1.png|375px|thumb|right|Baron Malwind tries Rock Tending, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

* Dwarven Emissaries Travel Across The Lands- Under the mountain the human empire is discussed but the dwarves decide to remain neutral for now.

* Icemule- A Dwarven Caravan is attacked. The Mayor plans to sends condolences to the mountain.

* Sol Haven- Rumors abound of children eating rocks after misunderstanding certain cultural oddities of Aldora.

* Wehnimer's Landing- Envoy selection takes place the world waits in anticipation to see who will speak for the Landing.

== Everything You're Dreaming ==
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Elidal's the greatest force of good you're ever seeing
We'd surely fall to ruin if not for his intervening
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Because of the parade of threats we've faced for many years
This Elidal is taking steps to now assuage our fears
And so one day he made a vow of some contentious prose
The biggest vow I've heard by now and this is how it goes:

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Hope and safety, wealth and wisdom, deeper inner meaning
He's the apex, he's the leadership that we've been needing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Now, it might seem precocious, like your lives are a disgrace
Or it might seem atrocious, like your heroes die a waste
But all the blood shed by our fallen fighters need not fail
Just ally now with Elidal or it's to no avail

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Not to sound too grand or condescending or demeaning
But have you seen the trouble this frontier is always gleaning?
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

(You could say it nearly backwards:
Dreaming your everything will bring Darkstone of barony...
But that's going a bit too far, don't you think?)

So as you face down yet more wars you didn't need to fight
Reflect on Eli's words and how he'll be our shining light
You'd better ponder carefully since this could change your life
For example: a permanent stability that sees the end of strife

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Lift you out of hopeless doubts and fears since they're deceiving
If you say it oft enough, you'll find yourself believing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

== Ask Lithyia ==

[[File:FNNcultsymbol1.png|375px|thumb|left|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

'''Dear Lithyia'''

Every morning a dwarf smelling of liquor breaks into my shop and smashes all the vases claiming he is looking for “real gems”. I tried locking the doors, and barring the windows but he just passes through them like a ghost. Please advise.

Vaseless in Vornavis

'''Dear Vaseless in Vornavis,'''

Something I have learned over the years is that the fastest way to many dwarve’s hearts is through freshly made brew. I recommend you get your hands on a still and begin leaving “gifts” outside your shop for this dwarf. You should notice you no longer need to lock the doors or bar the windows because you will find them passed out drunk in front of your shop. You can then haul them off yourself or pay some youngin who needs a few silvers to do it for you. If you do not have access to a still, seek me out. I am a brewmaster and would be happy to craft some specialities just for you and this…situation.

Fresh brew is best brew!
Miss Lithy

'''Dear Lithyia,'''

I find myself in a most peculiar predicament—one that has left me pondering the ethics of my choices. You see, I have become entangled in an intriguing, yet probably evil, cult. The allure of their secret rituals and promises of enlightenment initially drew me in, but now I'm plagued with doubts. Should I stay in this malevolent cult, embracing its dark path, or should I break free from its clutches and seek a more morally upright existence? Please help me navigate this moral maze, Lithyia, for I fear I'm teetering on the edge of eternal damnation.

Sincerely,

Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics

'''Dear Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics,'''

Having never been involved in a cult myself or having any experience related to them I must ponder on this a bit. Have they threatened you or someone you love? If so, I would suggest removing yourself from them as soon as possible. I might also recommend some new wrist, arm and ankle sheaths to carry additional…implements. One can never be too careful. As for whether you should seek a more morally upright existence, I don’t think you need to fully sacrifice who you may be as a person just because things didn’t work out the way you hoped with this group.

Regards,
Miss Lithy

== Turamzyrrian Empire's Dark Legacy Unveiled: Evil Cult Hiding in Solhaven Sends Assassins into the Free North ==

[[File:FNNDarklegacyarticle1.png|375px|thumb|right|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Dendum]]

Byline: Dorper Eweherder

A dark cloud of treachery looms over the realm of Elanthia as the infamous Turamzyrrian Empire's troubled past comes to light once again. Known for its historical deeply ingrained racist policies and discriminatory practices, the empire now stands accused of shielding an insidious cult that has unleashed assassins into the once tranquil lands of the Free North. The revelation has sent shockwaves throughout the realm, exposing the Empire's complicity in this heinous plot.

For centuries, the Turamzyrrian Empire has held a notorious reputation for its divisive policies, fostering an environment of inequality and prejudice. Its discriminatory practices, targeting non-human races, have sown discord and resentment among the diverse populations of Elanthia. These issues have been made more troublesome when coupled with its militaristic campaigns of subjegation towards its neighbours.

Now, as the truth unravels, it has come to light that the empire has been sheltering and aiding an evil cult known as the Order of Eternal Light. This secretive and malevolent organization has dispatched assassins into the unsuspecting lands of the Free North, destabilizing the region and trying to strike fear and chaos among its inhabitants.

The Order of Eternal Light, notorious for their questionable membership and history of promoting the Lornon agenda, has found refuge within the empire's borders, shielded by its militaristic policies, authoritarian rule, and willful blindness. Their nefarious activities, supported by the Empire's resources and protection, have targeted key figures and leaders in the Free North, plunging the region into a state of wariness.

A group of courageous adventurers, driven by a relentless pursuit of justice, managed to peel back the layers of secrecy surrounding the Empire's unholy alliance with the Order of Eternal Light. Through their tenacious efforts, evidence linking high-ranking Empire Sympathizer to the cult's activities came to light, exposing the empire's complicity in this sinister plot.

We thank those brave souls who were former and current members of the Order who risked their lives helping expose the corruption.

The revelation has ignited a firestorm of outrage and condemnation throughout the Free North and beyond. Leaders and communities have united in their denouncement of the empire's aggressive stance in the sovereign territory of other people and its collaboration with an evil cult. Calls for justice and swift action reverberate through the halls of free people everywhere, demanding accountability for those responsible.

In response to mounting accusations, the Turamzyrrian Empire's representatives will scramble to distance themselves from the scandal, issuing statements condemning the cult's actions and denying any knowledge of their collaboration. However, the people of the Free North and the realm at large will remain skeptical, seeing these claims as a feeble attempt to salvage the empire's past reputation in light of recent efforts to rebrand itself.

As tensions escalate between the Free North and the Turamzyrrian Empire, Elanthia stands on the brink of an epic confrontation. The Free North, known for its resilience and commitment to justice, rallies its forces in a united front against the empire's tyranny. With swords raised and magic at their disposal, they stand ready to face the combined might of the empire and the Order of Eternal Light, vowing to restore peace and expose the truth.

The fate of Elanthia hangs in the balance as the forces of darkness threaten to engulf the realm. Will the Free North succeed in reclaiming its autonomy and defeating the evil that has been nurtured by the empire's feudal policies? Only time will tell, as the realm braces itself for an epic clash between justice and oppression.

== The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor ==

[[File:FNNRWad1.png|375px|thumb|left|Advertisement, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor

Deep in the heart of Wehnimer's Landing, an organization flourishes, embodying the principles of unity, strength, and honor. They are the Ord An Dragan, a revered clan that has etched its name in the annals of history as stalwart protectors of the realm.

Forged in the fires of chaos, the Ord An Dragan emerged during the Age of Chaos, when a battle raged at Shadow Guard. In an unprecedented display of unity, a diverse alliance formed, consisting of Dwarves, Giantmen, Elven Houses, Humans, Sylvans, Halflings, and many others. This union, a testament to the power of collaboration, turned the tide of war, forever changing the course of the realm's destiny.

Witnessing the transformative impact of this alliance, the members of the Ord An Dragan clan embraced their role as custodians of unity. They understood that strength lay not in isolation, but in the harmonious integration of different races and creeds. Their numbers and influence grew, establishing them as the last line of defense for the survival of Elanthia.

Through the ages, the Ord An Dragan clan quietly and steadfastly fulfilled their sacred duty. They became the watchful eyes, the meticulous record keepers, and the nurturing force behind the values they held dear. From the discovery of the Gnomes to the arrivals of the Erithians and Aelotoi, the Ord An Dragan clan stood witness to these pivotal events, safeguarding the fragile balance of the realm.

When the Aelotoi were attacked by the Kiramon, it was the Ord An Dragan clan who joined forces with the Ta’Illistim guards to defend them. This marked the first official record of their presence in the environs of Ta’Illistim. However, it was in Wehnimer's Landing that they found their true home—a haven for diversity due to its status as a port city and its proximity to various lands.

Embodying the creed established by the Drakes, the Ord An Dragan clan became arbiters of justice and cultivators of honor. Within their ranks, individuals found a sanctuary where their potentials were nurtured and protected. The unity of their powers, akin to the might of a dragon, fortified their resolve to safeguard the realm.

In the face of waning dragon numbers, the Ord An Dragan took up the mantle of guardianship. They pledged to honor the strength in unity, working tirelessly to ensure the coexistence of all races and the triumph of righteousness. Monthly meetings, though sometimes dismissed as "borin'" by a few immature members, serve as a testament to the clan's commitment to fostering unity, sharing wisdom, and upholding their cherished values.

Today, the Ord An Dragan stands as a shining beacon in Wehnimer's Landing, a symbol of unity and honor. They have dedicated themselves to the well-being of the realm, protecting it from the encroachment of darkness. In their footsteps, new generations are guided and inspired to carry forward the legacy of the Ord An Dragan, preserving the realm's harmony and safeguarding its future.

May their noble endeavors continue to inspire all who seek a world built upon unity, strength, and honor.

== Help Wanted/Classifieds ==

[[File:FNNRWad3.png|375px|thumb|left|Advertisement, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

== "Sheep's Wool: A Flock Too Far in Courtly Fashion" ==

[[File:FNNroltonfashion1.png|375px|thumb|left|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

By Madam Maedat

In an age where courtly fashion knows no bounds, one cannot help but marvel at the relentless obsession with sheep's wool. It seems that every nobleman and noblewoman, from the grandest castle to the lowliest manor, must drape themselves in the fluffy fabric of these humble farm creatures. Verily, we have reached a point where sheep's wool has become the cornerstone of court couture, and I am compelled to raise my quill in mock astonishment at this woolly madness.

Gone are the days of intricate embroidery and fine silks that adorned the aristocracy. Now, one can hardly tell a lord from a shepherd at first glance, for they are all swathed in wool from head to toe. It is as if they have declared a silent allegiance to the noble sheep, or are suffering in a secret love affair with some rolton, forsaking all other materials in favor of their cozy, albeit predictable, charm.

[[File:FNNroltonfashion2.png|375px|thumb|left|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

Let us take a moment to ponder the origins of this fashion frenzy. Sheep, creatures blessed with abundant fleece, have long been cherished for their warmth and versatility. Their wool has provided countless garments throughout history, but today it seems the demand has reached unprecedented heights. It is as if our courtly denizens, from Allace to Trauntor, have entered into a pact with the sheep, vying to outdo one another in their excessive display of ovine devotion.

Behold, the ladies parading in their woolen gowns, each step accompanied by the sound of gentle baas. Their dressmakers laboriously sculpt these garments, ensuring no inch of their noble forms remains untouched by the woolly embrace. Layers upon layers of the stuff are piled on, transforming them into walking clouds of fluff. It is a wonder they do not float away, carried off by a strong gust of wind or a playful ram.

[[File:FNNroltonfashion3.png|375px|thumb|left|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

The gentlemen fare no better, donning woolen doublets, cloaks, and even leggings. They walk with a perpetual itch, for who among them can withstand the tickling sensation that accompanies an entire outfit fashioned from wool? Yet, they persist, prancing about in their woolly attire as if they have forgotten the existence of other fabrics entirely.

Alas, even the knights who once gleamed in shining armor have succumbed to the pull of sheep's wool. No longer do they ride into battle, clad in protective steel; instead, they charge forth covered head to toe in woolen armor. One wonders if their adversaries will die from laughter before they can even draw their swords.

I implore the courtly elite to reconsider their devotion to sheep's wool. Surely there are other fabrics worthy of their attention? Let us not forget the delicate touch of velvet, the shimmer of satin, or the regal flow of brocade. Our forefathers would turn in their graves if they witnessed such a woolly takeover of fashion.

[[File:FNNroltonfashion4.png|375px|thumb|left|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

In conclusion, dear readers, let us remember the time-honored lesson of moderation. While sheep's wool undeniably has its place in courtly fashion, its ubiquity threatens to transform our noble courts into pastures. Let us reclaim the elegance and diversity that once graced our wardrobes, lest we become a flock of fashion sheep, forever caught in the woolly embrace of mediocrity.

== All Enemies Can Not Change by Dendum ==

[[File:FNNRWad2.png|375px|thumb|right|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

Great disturbances occur in the Free North. The ground itself shakes under Icemule and fire reaches out willingly to the waters. Visions stalk the minds of the unwary and the path forward is not clear. The mountains around the Landing have become unstable. In this dark time there are some in Icemule and even some in the Landing who seek peaceful accord with ancient foes, seek to tame that which has stalked us, killed our brethren, sacrificed our friends for their own glory.

The enemy’s fleet has terrorized our waters for many years, Talbot Dabbings kin saw them for what they were, they have proven themselves untrustworthy time and time again but still there are voices in the North that claim we can make peace with them. Even in the Landing, which has suffered attacks from this enemy more than any other, there is talk of working out an accord despite the past.

Why would anyone think that such a foe will change behavior overnight just because they need land? When we have seen their dark magic and all its corruption, we have felt the bit of their blade and heard their useless barking? They are mighty now, this is true, but that does not make them an ally worth inviting in it just makes them a threat worth holding back.

Some say we must seek an accord because failure to treat with them will cause them to migrate against our will. Did we become so meek that we bow to any threat no matter how vile the forces behind the threat? Is this not the North that has held up against impossible odds before? The birth place of Black Wolves that held off Ta’vaalor in ancient days? The place where Krolvin Armadas break, not against the rocky shore, but against the iron will of the defenders? They may be strong but that has never been a barrier in the past.

Some say the enemy’s problem are a result of their own making...and this surely can be true because they have sewn a field of evil seeds and now must deal with the consequences. It is not for us to give them a new field to plant and destroy with their wicked ways.

If kind hearts demand refuge be given to the ancient foe then let them change their ways and THEN be accepted. Do not let them bring the rites and rituals of their homeland into the North to continue to spread darkness. Do not give them a new patch of dirt from which to lash out against more innocent lives and cause more destruction. Only in changing can they become more than a threat to the North.

== A Guide to Cooking Rolton: A Delightful Compendium of Recipes from the Free North ==

[[File:FNNMrhowler.png|375px|thumb|left|Master Chef Howlen, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Draelor]]

By: Master Howlen

Preface:
In this esteemed compendium, we shall embark upon a gastronomic journey through the art of preparing and savoring rolton, a noble and tasty creature that graces our tables with its delicate flesh. Drawing inspiration from the culinary wisdom of northern chefs, we shall unravel the secrets of transforming rolton meat into delectable dishes fit for the discerning palate of the gentry. Let us delve into the techniques and recipes that shall transport you to the kitchens of yore.

[[File:FNNCookingRolton1.png|375px|thumb|left|Cooking Rolton, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

Chapter 1: Selecting and Preparing the Rolton
Choosing the Rolton:
To commence this culinary endeavor, select a young and tender rolton, preferably between six months and one year old. Seek an animal that has been reared on a diet of fresh pasture, as this shall impart a superior flavor to the meat. Older roltons may be harder to eat and may try and kill you.

Dressing the Rolton:
Begin by skillfully dressing the rolton, ensuring a thorough removal of the hide while preserving the purity of the meat. With expert precision, separate the limbs, ribs, and loins, readying them for the sublime culinary creations to come.

Traditional Cooking Techniques
Roasting and Spit-Roasting:
In the noble tradition of the north, roasting is a preferred method for cooking rolton. Secure the meat upon a spit, skillfully turning it over the fire until the outer layer crisps to a golden hue, while the inner succulence remains intact. Basting with a delectable concoction of melted butter, herbs, and aromatic spices shall elevate the flavors to unparalleled heights.

Stewing and Braising:
To tame the tougher cuts and infuse the meat with a symphony of flavors, the art of stewing and braising shall be employed. With great care, place the marinated meat into a vessel with aromatic vegetables, herbs, and a carefully measured amount of stock or wine. Allow the concoction to simmer gently, tenderizing the rolton and imbuing it with the essence of the ingredients.

A Selection of Traditional Recipes
Rolton Ragout with Herbs and Root Vegetables:
Begin by marinating the rolton meat in a delicate blend of wine, herbs, and spices for several hours. In a cauldron over a gentle fire, combine the marinated meat with a medley of root vegetables, such as carrots, parsnips, and turnips. Allow the flavors to meld together as they slowly simmer. Serve this fragrant ragout as a centerpiece to grace the tables of esteemed guests.

Grilled Rolton Chops with Rosemary and Garlic:
Prepare the rolton chops by marinating them with crushed garlic, fresh rosemary, and a drizzle of fine olive oil. Place the marinated chops upon a grill over a bed of glowing coals, allowing the flames to kiss the meat, while retaining its tenderness. Turn the chops with care, ensuring an even char, and present them with pride, their flavors enhanced by the simplicity of the ingredients.

Slow-Roasted Leg of Rolton with Juniper and Thyme:
Marinate the leg of rolton in a heady blend of juniper berries, thyme, red wine, and vinegar. Place it in a roasting pan, adorning it with fragrant sprigs of thyme. Roast it slowly in a well-regulated oven until the flesh yields effortlessly to the fork

In Conclusion:
From rustic dish to flavorful journeys that soothe the soul Rolton is famous on the tables of the North, perhaps it can be famous on your table as well!

[[File:FNNCookingrolton2.png|375px|thumb|left|Cooking Rolton, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

User:DIEHLS

2023-07-06T20:04:58Z

DIEHLS: /* Help Wanted/Classifieds */

{{creative-work | title = The Free North News Issue #5| type = Newspaper| author = Various}}

'''OOC Disclaimer: The following is about Empire, revolution, settler colonialism, and it’s many consequences. The opinions stated here are to be taken in character and should not be taken as out of character judgements. It is intended as in chracter rhetoric. Except that we should have a rolton cryptid. Oh and do not insert into any orifices. Or do, I’m just not legally responsible for it.'''

'''IC Disclaimer: The Black Thorns are more of a collective, and less of a organization with heirachy and a roster. Please do not take the perspective of one member to apply to all of us.'''

[[File:Freenorthnews.png|375px|thumb|Right|Created in Midjourney Edited by player of Ceilia & Dendum uploaded by player of Dendum]]

== The Faerinn Well, Notes from the Editor ==
[[File:Peoplesenvoy.jpg|375px|thumb|left|The People's Envoy, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]
'''OOC Disclaimer: The following are the in character views of Faerinn. While things may be embellished or exaggerated to help make a point or to entertain, the facts stated here are as far as Faerinn is aware true.'''
I call to those who call Wehnimer’s Landing home and thank you for once again putting up with another campaign by me.

I came here a refugee time and time again. People say I hate Imperials, but forget that I came here as one. And I went back to Talador time and time again only to be driven out by one half-human progrom after another. I thought Talador was my home, because I was born there. The Landing always took me back no questions asked. It took years after the destruction of Talador to realize that my real home was here all alone.

I don’t hate the people of the Empire. I don’t even hate the Empire itself Not What I hate are the machinations of Imperialism. The systems that oppress everyone in its borders from Sun Throne to South Haven. The mechanisms that produce great heros, but rewards the greatest villains. As Jovery fought Hochstib on our behalf, the Sentinal had no issue with also accepting Hochstib’s claims for for the Sun Throne. A system that can’t but help to subjugate and expand as the top of the pyramid hoard more and more resources.

I’ve lost so much to this machine. Loss that is incalculable and incomprehensible except to Aletoi from Bre’Nere. I watch the reactions from the Reach, and I don’t think I can do it again. I don’t have it in me to lose another home. That is how you can know I am genuine. This is my guarantee to serve you to the very best of my abilities.

Whether it was the intentional or not, once this position came up for a vote to the citizens of the Landing the position changed from someone who reports to the Mayor, Council, and Sentinal. This is a brand new position now that, one that is beholden not only to the voters, but all the residents of the Landing.

'''The People's Envoy.'''

I will be taking your concerns abroad not that of the Elites. I’m not taking just the Consortium’s concerns abroad, nor just the Empire’s, nor just the Mayors, but EVERYONES.

If you deem to have me, I will be your Envoy. To take your concerns and issues not only to Imperial interests, but to renew our languishing relationships to the North and the East.

'''Faerinn Greatsinger, Esq, of Talador and Loenthra'''

'''Rumor Woods, Koaratos, 5123'''

== News for the North! ==
[[File:FNNMalwindeatsrocks1.png|375px|thumb|right|Baron Malwind tries Rock Tending, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

* Dwarven Emissaries Travel Across The Lands- Under the mountain the human empire is discussed but the dwarves decide to remain neutral for now.

* Icemule- A Dwarven Caravan is attacked. The Mayor plans to sends condolences to the mountain.

* Sol Haven- Rumors abound of children eating rocks after misunderstanding certain cultural oddities of Aldora.

* Wehnimer's Landing- Envoy selection takes place the world waits in anticipation to see who will speak for the Landing.

== Everything You're Dreaming ==
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Elidal's the greatest force of good you're ever seeing
We'd surely fall to ruin if not for his intervening
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Because of the parade of threats we've faced for many years
This Elidal is taking steps to now assuage our fears
And so one day he made a vow of some contentious prose
The biggest vow I've heard by now and this is how it goes:

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Hope and safety, wealth and wisdom, deeper inner meaning
He's the apex, he's the leadership that we've been needing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Now, it might seem precocious, like your lives are a disgrace
Or it might seem atrocious, like your heroes die a waste
But all the blood shed by our fallen fighters need not fail
Just ally now with Elidal or it's to no avail

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Not to sound too grand or condescending or demeaning
But have you seen the trouble this frontier is always gleaning?
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

(You could say it nearly backwards:
Dreaming your everything will bring Darkstone of barony...
But that's going a bit too far, don't you think?)

So as you face down yet more wars you didn't need to fight
Reflect on Eli's words and how he'll be our shining light
You'd better ponder carefully since this could change your life
For example: a permanent stability that sees the end of strife

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Lift you out of hopeless doubts and fears since they're deceiving
If you say it oft enough, you'll find yourself believing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

== Ask Lithyia ==

[[File:FNNcultsymbol1.png|375px|thumb|left|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

'''Dear Lithyia'''

Every morning a dwarf smelling of liquor breaks into my shop and smashes all the vases claiming he is looking for “real gems”. I tried locking the doors, and barring the windows but he just passes through them like a ghost. Please advise.

Vaseless in Vornavis

'''Dear Vaseless in Vornavis,'''

Something I have learned over the years is that the fastest way to many dwarve’s hearts is through freshly made brew. I recommend you get your hands on a still and begin leaving “gifts” outside your shop for this dwarf. You should notice you no longer need to lock the doors or bar the windows because you will find them passed out drunk in front of your shop. You can then haul them off yourself or pay some youngin who needs a few silvers to do it for you. If you do not have access to a still, seek me out. I am a brewmaster and would be happy to craft some specialities just for you and this…situation.

Fresh brew is best brew!
Miss Lithy

'''Dear Lithyia,'''

I find myself in a most peculiar predicament—one that has left me pondering the ethics of my choices. You see, I have become entangled in an intriguing, yet probably evil, cult. The allure of their secret rituals and promises of enlightenment initially drew me in, but now I'm plagued with doubts. Should I stay in this malevolent cult, embracing its dark path, or should I break free from its clutches and seek a more morally upright existence? Please help me navigate this moral maze, Lithyia, for I fear I'm teetering on the edge of eternal damnation.

Sincerely,

Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics

'''Dear Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics,'''

Having never been involved in a cult myself or having any experience related to them I must ponder on this a bit. Have they threatened you or someone you love? If so, I would suggest removing yourself from them as soon as possible. I might also recommend some new wrist, arm and ankle sheaths to carry additional…implements. One can never be too careful. As for whether you should seek a more morally upright existence, I don’t think you need to fully sacrifice who you may be as a person just because things didn’t work out the way you hoped with this group.

Regards,
Miss Lithy

== Turamzyrrian Empire's Dark Legacy Unveiled: Evil Cult Hiding in Solhaven Sends Assassins into the Free North ==

[[File:FNNDarklegacyarticle1.png|375px|thumb|right|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Dendum]]

Byline: Dorper Eweherder

A dark cloud of treachery looms over the realm of Elanthia as the infamous Turamzyrrian Empire's troubled past comes to light once again. Known for its historical deeply ingrained racist policies and discriminatory practices, the empire now stands accused of shielding an insidious cult that has unleashed assassins into the once tranquil lands of the Free North. The revelation has sent shockwaves throughout the realm, exposing the Empire's complicity in this heinous plot.

For centuries, the Turamzyrrian Empire has held a notorious reputation for its divisive policies, fostering an environment of inequality and prejudice. Its discriminatory practices, targeting non-human races, have sown discord and resentment among the diverse populations of Elanthia. These issues have been made more troublesome when coupled with its militaristic campaigns of subjegation towards its neighbours.

Now, as the truth unravels, it has come to light that the empire has been sheltering and aiding an evil cult known as the Order of Eternal Light. This secretive and malevolent organization has dispatched assassins into the unsuspecting lands of the Free North, destabilizing the region and trying to strike fear and chaos among its inhabitants.

The Order of Eternal Light, notorious for their questionable membership and history of promoting the Lornon agenda, has found refuge within the empire's borders, shielded by its militaristic policies, authoritarian rule, and willful blindness. Their nefarious activities, supported by the Empire's resources and protection, have targeted key figures and leaders in the Free North, plunging the region into a state of wariness.

A group of courageous adventurers, driven by a relentless pursuit of justice, managed to peel back the layers of secrecy surrounding the Empire's unholy alliance with the Order of Eternal Light. Through their tenacious efforts, evidence linking high-ranking Empire Sympathizer to the cult's activities came to light, exposing the empire's complicity in this sinister plot.

We thank those brave souls who were former and current members of the Order who risked their lives helping expose the corruption.

The revelation has ignited a firestorm of outrage and condemnation throughout the Free North and beyond. Leaders and communities have united in their denouncement of the empire's aggressive stance in the sovereign territory of other people and its collaboration with an evil cult. Calls for justice and swift action reverberate through the halls of free people everywhere, demanding accountability for those responsible.

In response to mounting accusations, the Turamzyrrian Empire's representatives will scramble to distance themselves from the scandal, issuing statements condemning the cult's actions and denying any knowledge of their collaboration. However, the people of the Free North and the realm at large will remain skeptical, seeing these claims as a feeble attempt to salvage the empire's past reputation in light of recent efforts to rebrand itself.

As tensions escalate between the Free North and the Turamzyrrian Empire, Elanthia stands on the brink of an epic confrontation. The Free North, known for its resilience and commitment to justice, rallies its forces in a united front against the empire's tyranny. With swords raised and magic at their disposal, they stand ready to face the combined might of the empire and the Order of Eternal Light, vowing to restore peace and expose the truth.

The fate of Elanthia hangs in the balance as the forces of darkness threaten to engulf the realm. Will the Free North succeed in reclaiming its autonomy and defeating the evil that has been nurtured by the empire's feudal policies? Only time will tell, as the realm braces itself for an epic clash between justice and oppression.

== The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor ==

[[File:FNNRWad1.png|375px|thumb|left|Advertisement, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor

Deep in the heart of Wehnimer's Landing, an organization flourishes, embodying the principles of unity, strength, and honor. They are the Ord An Dragan, a revered clan that has etched its name in the annals of history as stalwart protectors of the realm.

Forged in the fires of chaos, the Ord An Dragan emerged during the Age of Chaos, when a battle raged at Shadow Guard. In an unprecedented display of unity, a diverse alliance formed, consisting of Dwarves, Giantmen, Elven Houses, Humans, Sylvans, Halflings, and many others. This union, a testament to the power of collaboration, turned the tide of war, forever changing the course of the realm's destiny.

Witnessing the transformative impact of this alliance, the members of the Ord An Dragan clan embraced their role as custodians of unity. They understood that strength lay not in isolation, but in the harmonious integration of different races and creeds. Their numbers and influence grew, establishing them as the last line of defense for the survival of Elanthia.

Through the ages, the Ord An Dragan clan quietly and steadfastly fulfilled their sacred duty. They became the watchful eyes, the meticulous record keepers, and the nurturing force behind the values they held dear. From the discovery of the Gnomes to the arrivals of the Erithians and Aelotoi, the Ord An Dragan clan stood witness to these pivotal events, safeguarding the fragile balance of the realm.

When the Aelotoi were attacked by the Kiramon, it was the Ord An Dragan clan who joined forces with the Ta’Illistim guards to defend them. This marked the first official record of their presence in the environs of Ta’Illistim. However, it was in Wehnimer's Landing that they found their true home—a haven for diversity due to its status as a port city and its proximity to various lands.

Embodying the creed established by the Drakes, the Ord An Dragan clan became arbiters of justice and cultivators of honor. Within their ranks, individuals found a sanctuary where their potentials were nurtured and protected. The unity of their powers, akin to the might of a dragon, fortified their resolve to safeguard the realm.

In the face of waning dragon numbers, the Ord An Dragan took up the mantle of guardianship. They pledged to honor the strength in unity, working tirelessly to ensure the coexistence of all races and the triumph of righteousness. Monthly meetings, though sometimes dismissed as "borin'" by a few immature members, serve as a testament to the clan's commitment to fostering unity, sharing wisdom, and upholding their cherished values.

Today, the Ord An Dragan stands as a shining beacon in Wehnimer's Landing, a symbol of unity and honor. They have dedicated themselves to the well-being of the realm, protecting it from the encroachment of darkness. In their footsteps, new generations are guided and inspired to carry forward the legacy of the Ord An Dragan, preserving the realm's harmony and safeguarding its future.

May their noble endeavors continue to inspire all who seek a world built upon unity, strength, and honor.

== Help Wanted/Classifieds ==

[[File:FNNRWad3.png|375px|thumb|left|Advertisement, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

== "Sheep's Wool: A Flock Too Far in Courtly Fashion" ==

[[File:FNNroltonfashion1.png|375px|thumb|left|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

By Madam Maedat

In an age where courtly fashion knows no bounds, one cannot help but marvel at the relentless obsession with sheep's wool. It seems that every nobleman and noblewoman, from the grandest castle to the lowliest manor, must drape themselves in the fluffy fabric of these humble farm creatures. Verily, we have reached a point where sheep's wool has become the cornerstone of court couture, and I am compelled to raise my quill in mock astonishment at this woolly madness.

Gone are the days of intricate embroidery and fine silks that adorned the aristocracy. Now, one can hardly tell a lord from a shepherd at first glance, for they are all swathed in wool from head to toe. It is as if they have declared a silent allegiance to the noble sheep, or are suffering in a secret love affair with some rolton, forsaking all other materials in favor of their cozy, albeit predictable, charm.

[[File:FNNroltonfashion1.png|375px|thumb|left|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

Let us take a moment to ponder the origins of this fashion frenzy. Sheep, creatures blessed with abundant fleece, have long been cherished for their warmth and versatility. Their wool has provided countless garments throughout history, but today it seems the demand has reached unprecedented heights. It is as if our courtly denizens, from Allace to Trauntor, have entered into a pact with the sheep, vying to outdo one another in their excessive display of ovine devotion.

Behold, the ladies parading in their woolen gowns, each step accompanied by the sound of gentle baas. Their dressmakers laboriously sculpt these garments, ensuring no inch of their noble forms remains untouched by the woolly embrace. Layers upon layers of the stuff are piled on, transforming them into walking clouds of fluff. It is a wonder they do not float away, carried off by a strong gust of wind or a playful ram.

[[File:FNNroltonfashion1.png|375px|thumb|left|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

The gentlemen fare no better, donning woolen doublets, cloaks, and even leggings. They walk with a perpetual itch, for who among them can withstand the tickling sensation that accompanies an entire outfit fashioned from wool? Yet, they persist, prancing about in their woolly attire as if they have forgotten the existence of other fabrics entirely.

Alas, even the knights who once gleamed in shining armor have succumbed to the pull of sheep's wool. No longer do they ride into battle, clad in protective steel; instead, they charge forth covered head to toe in woolen armor. One wonders if their adversaries will die from laughter before they can even draw their swords.

I implore the courtly elite to reconsider their devotion to sheep's wool. Surely there are other fabrics worthy of their attention? Let us not forget the delicate touch of velvet, the shimmer of satin, or the regal flow of brocade. Our forefathers would turn in their graves if they witnessed such a woolly takeover of fashion.

[[File:FNNroltonfashion1.png|375px|thumb|left|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

In conclusion, dear readers, let us remember the time-honored lesson of moderation. While sheep's wool undeniably has its place in courtly fashion, its ubiquity threatens to transform our noble courts into pastures. Let us reclaim the elegance and diversity that once graced our wardrobes, lest we become a flock of fashion sheep, forever caught in the woolly embrace of mediocrity.

== All Enemies Can Not Change by Dendum ==

[[File:FNNRWad2.png|375px|thumb|right|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

Great disturbances occur in the Free North. The ground itself shakes under Icemule and fire reaches out willingly to the waters. Visions stalk the minds of the unwary and the path forward is not clear. The mountains around the Landing have become unstable. In this dark time there are some in Icemule and even some in the Landing who seek peaceful accord with ancient foes, seek to tame that which has stalked us, killed our brethren, sacrificed our friends for their own glory.

The enemy’s fleet has terrorized our waters for many years, Talbot Dabbings kin saw them for what they were, they have proven themselves untrustworthy time and time again but still there are voices in the North that claim we can make peace with them. Even in the Landing, which has suffered attacks from this enemy more than any other, there is talk of working out an accord despite the past.

Why would anyone think that such a foe will change behavior overnight just because they need land? When we have seen their dark magic and all its corruption, we have felt the bit of their blade and heard their useless barking? They are mighty now, this is true, but that does not make them an ally worth inviting in it just makes them a threat worth holding back.

Some say we must seek an accord because failure to treat with them will cause them to migrate against our will. Did we become so meek that we bow to any threat no matter how vile the forces behind the threat? Is this not the North that has held up against impossible odds before? The birth place of Black Wolves that held off Ta’vaalor in ancient days? The place where Krolvin Armadas break, not against the rocky shore, but against the iron will of the defenders? They may be strong but that has never been a barrier in the past.

Some say the enemy’s problem are a result of their own making...and this surely can be true because they have sewn a field of evil seeds and now must deal with the consequences. It is not for us to give them a new field to plant and destroy with their wicked ways.

If kind hearts demand refuge be given to the ancient foe then let them change their ways and THEN be accepted. Do not let them bring the rites and rituals of their homeland into the North to continue to spread darkness. Do not give them a new patch of dirt from which to lash out against more innocent lives and cause more destruction. Only in changing can they become more than a threat to the North.

== A Guide to Cooking Rolton: A Delightful Compendium of Recipes from the Free North ==

[[File:FNNMrhowler.png|375px|thumb|left|Master Chef Howlen, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Draelor]]

By: Master Howlen

Preface:
In this esteemed compendium, we shall embark upon a gastronomic journey through the art of preparing and savoring rolton, a noble and tasty creature that graces our tables with its delicate flesh. Drawing inspiration from the culinary wisdom of northern chefs, we shall unravel the secrets of transforming rolton meat into delectable dishes fit for the discerning palate of the gentry. Let us delve into the techniques and recipes that shall transport you to the kitchens of yore.

[[File:FNNCookingRolton1.png|375px|thumb|left|Cooking Rolton, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

Chapter 1: Selecting and Preparing the Rolton
Choosing the Rolton:
To commence this culinary endeavor, select a young and tender rolton, preferably between six months and one year old. Seek an animal that has been reared on a diet of fresh pasture, as this shall impart a superior flavor to the meat. Older roltons may be harder to eat and may try and kill you.

Dressing the Rolton:
Begin by skillfully dressing the rolton, ensuring a thorough removal of the hide while preserving the purity of the meat. With expert precision, separate the limbs, ribs, and loins, readying them for the sublime culinary creations to come.

Traditional Cooking Techniques
Roasting and Spit-Roasting:
In the noble tradition of the north, roasting is a preferred method for cooking rolton. Secure the meat upon a spit, skillfully turning it over the fire until the outer layer crisps to a golden hue, while the inner succulence remains intact. Basting with a delectable concoction of melted butter, herbs, and aromatic spices shall elevate the flavors to unparalleled heights.

Stewing and Braising:
To tame the tougher cuts and infuse the meat with a symphony of flavors, the art of stewing and braising shall be employed. With great care, place the marinated meat into a vessel with aromatic vegetables, herbs, and a carefully measured amount of stock or wine. Allow the concoction to simmer gently, tenderizing the rolton and imbuing it with the essence of the ingredients.

A Selection of Traditional Recipes
Rolton Ragout with Herbs and Root Vegetables:
Begin by marinating the rolton meat in a delicate blend of wine, herbs, and spices for several hours. In a cauldron over a gentle fire, combine the marinated meat with a medley of root vegetables, such as carrots, parsnips, and turnips. Allow the flavors to meld together as they slowly simmer. Serve this fragrant ragout as a centerpiece to grace the tables of esteemed guests.

Grilled Rolton Chops with Rosemary and Garlic:
Prepare the rolton chops by marinating them with crushed garlic, fresh rosemary, and a drizzle of fine olive oil. Place the marinated chops upon a grill over a bed of glowing coals, allowing the flames to kiss the meat, while retaining its tenderness. Turn the chops with care, ensuring an even char, and present them with pride, their flavors enhanced by the simplicity of the ingredients.

Slow-Roasted Leg of Rolton with Juniper and Thyme:
Marinate the leg of rolton in a heady blend of juniper berries, thyme, red wine, and vinegar. Place it in a roasting pan, adorning it with fragrant sprigs of thyme. Roast it slowly in a well-regulated oven until the flesh yields effortlessly to the fork

In Conclusion:
From rustic dish to flavorful journeys that soothe the soul Rolton is famous on the tables of the North, perhaps it can be famous on your table as well!

[[File:FNNCookingrolton2.png|375px|thumb|left|Cooking Rolton, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

User:DIEHLS

2023-07-06T19:57:47Z

DIEHLS: /* Help Wanted/Classifieds */

{{creative-work | title = The Free North News Issue #5| type = Newspaper| author = Various}}

'''OOC Disclaimer: The following is about Empire, revolution, settler colonialism, and it’s many consequences. The opinions stated here are to be taken in character and should not be taken as out of character judgements. It is intended as in chracter rhetoric. Except that we should have a rolton cryptid. Oh and do not insert into any orifices. Or do, I’m just not legally responsible for it.'''

'''IC Disclaimer: The Black Thorns are more of a collective, and less of a organization with heirachy and a roster. Please do not take the perspective of one member to apply to all of us.'''

[[File:Freenorthnews.png|375px|thumb|Right|Created in Midjourney Edited by player of Ceilia & Dendum uploaded by player of Dendum]]

== The Faerinn Well, Notes from the Editor ==
[[File:Peoplesenvoy.jpg|375px|thumb|left|The People's Envoy, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]
'''OOC Disclaimer: The following are the in character views of Faerinn. While things may be embellished or exaggerated to help make a point or to entertain, the facts stated here are as far as Faerinn is aware true.'''
I call to those who call Wehnimer’s Landing home and thank you for once again putting up with another campaign by me.

I came here a refugee time and time again. People say I hate Imperials, but forget that I came here as one. And I went back to Talador time and time again only to be driven out by one half-human progrom after another. I thought Talador was my home, because I was born there. The Landing always took me back no questions asked. It took years after the destruction of Talador to realize that my real home was here all alone.

I don’t hate the people of the Empire. I don’t even hate the Empire itself Not What I hate are the machinations of Imperialism. The systems that oppress everyone in its borders from Sun Throne to South Haven. The mechanisms that produce great heros, but rewards the greatest villains. As Jovery fought Hochstib on our behalf, the Sentinal had no issue with also accepting Hochstib’s claims for for the Sun Throne. A system that can’t but help to subjugate and expand as the top of the pyramid hoard more and more resources.

I’ve lost so much to this machine. Loss that is incalculable and incomprehensible except to Aletoi from Bre’Nere. I watch the reactions from the Reach, and I don’t think I can do it again. I don’t have it in me to lose another home. That is how you can know I am genuine. This is my guarantee to serve you to the very best of my abilities.

Whether it was the intentional or not, once this position came up for a vote to the citizens of the Landing the position changed from someone who reports to the Mayor, Council, and Sentinal. This is a brand new position now that, one that is beholden not only to the voters, but all the residents of the Landing.

'''The People's Envoy.'''

I will be taking your concerns abroad not that of the Elites. I’m not taking just the Consortium’s concerns abroad, nor just the Empire’s, nor just the Mayors, but EVERYONES.

If you deem to have me, I will be your Envoy. To take your concerns and issues not only to Imperial interests, but to renew our languishing relationships to the North and the East.

'''Faerinn Greatsinger, Esq, of Talador and Loenthra'''

'''Rumor Woods, Koaratos, 5123'''

== News for the North! ==
[[File:FNNMalwindeatsrocks1.png|375px|thumb|right|Baron Malwind tries Rock Tending, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

* Dwarven Emissaries Travel Across The Lands- Under the mountain the human empire is discussed but the dwarves decide to remain neutral for now.

* Icemule- A Dwarven Caravan is attacked. The Mayor plans to sends condolences to the mountain.

* Sol Haven- Rumors abound of children eating rocks after misunderstanding certain cultural oddities of Aldora.

* Wehnimer's Landing- Envoy selection takes place the world waits in anticipation to see who will speak for the Landing.

== Everything You're Dreaming ==
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Elidal's the greatest force of good you're ever seeing
We'd surely fall to ruin if not for his intervening
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Because of the parade of threats we've faced for many years
This Elidal is taking steps to now assuage our fears
And so one day he made a vow of some contentious prose
The biggest vow I've heard by now and this is how it goes:

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Hope and safety, wealth and wisdom, deeper inner meaning
He's the apex, he's the leadership that we've been needing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Now, it might seem precocious, like your lives are a disgrace
Or it might seem atrocious, like your heroes die a waste
But all the blood shed by our fallen fighters need not fail
Just ally now with Elidal or it's to no avail

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Not to sound too grand or condescending or demeaning
But have you seen the trouble this frontier is always gleaning?
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

(You could say it nearly backwards:
Dreaming your everything will bring Darkstone of barony...
But that's going a bit too far, don't you think?)

So as you face down yet more wars you didn't need to fight
Reflect on Eli's words and how he'll be our shining light
You'd better ponder carefully since this could change your life
For example: a permanent stability that sees the end of strife

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Lift you out of hopeless doubts and fears since they're deceiving
If you say it oft enough, you'll find yourself believing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

== Ask Lithyia ==

[[File:FNNcultsymbol1.png|375px|thumb|left|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

'''Dear Lithyia'''

Every morning a dwarf smelling of liquor breaks into my shop and smashes all the vases claiming he is looking for “real gems”. I tried locking the doors, and barring the windows but he just passes through them like a ghost. Please advise.

Vaseless in Vornavis

'''Dear Vaseless in Vornavis,'''

Something I have learned over the years is that the fastest way to many dwarve’s hearts is through freshly made brew. I recommend you get your hands on a still and begin leaving “gifts” outside your shop for this dwarf. You should notice you no longer need to lock the doors or bar the windows because you will find them passed out drunk in front of your shop. You can then haul them off yourself or pay some youngin who needs a few silvers to do it for you. If you do not have access to a still, seek me out. I am a brewmaster and would be happy to craft some specialities just for you and this…situation.

Fresh brew is best brew!
Miss Lithy

'''Dear Lithyia,'''

I find myself in a most peculiar predicament—one that has left me pondering the ethics of my choices. You see, I have become entangled in an intriguing, yet probably evil, cult. The allure of their secret rituals and promises of enlightenment initially drew me in, but now I'm plagued with doubts. Should I stay in this malevolent cult, embracing its dark path, or should I break free from its clutches and seek a more morally upright existence? Please help me navigate this moral maze, Lithyia, for I fear I'm teetering on the edge of eternal damnation.

Sincerely,

Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics

'''Dear Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics,'''

Having never been involved in a cult myself or having any experience related to them I must ponder on this a bit. Have they threatened you or someone you love? If so, I would suggest removing yourself from them as soon as possible. I might also recommend some new wrist, arm and ankle sheaths to carry additional…implements. One can never be too careful. As for whether you should seek a more morally upright existence, I don’t think you need to fully sacrifice who you may be as a person just because things didn’t work out the way you hoped with this group.

Regards,
Miss Lithy

== Turamzyrrian Empire's Dark Legacy Unveiled: Evil Cult Hiding in Solhaven Sends Assassins into the Free North ==

[[File:FNNDarklegacyarticle1.png|375px|thumb|right|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Dendum]]

Byline: Dorper Eweherder

A dark cloud of treachery looms over the realm of Elanthia as the infamous Turamzyrrian Empire's troubled past comes to light once again. Known for its historical deeply ingrained racist policies and discriminatory practices, the empire now stands accused of shielding an insidious cult that has unleashed assassins into the once tranquil lands of the Free North. The revelation has sent shockwaves throughout the realm, exposing the Empire's complicity in this heinous plot.

For centuries, the Turamzyrrian Empire has held a notorious reputation for its divisive policies, fostering an environment of inequality and prejudice. Its discriminatory practices, targeting non-human races, have sown discord and resentment among the diverse populations of Elanthia. These issues have been made more troublesome when coupled with its militaristic campaigns of subjegation towards its neighbours.

Now, as the truth unravels, it has come to light that the empire has been sheltering and aiding an evil cult known as the Order of Eternal Light. This secretive and malevolent organization has dispatched assassins into the unsuspecting lands of the Free North, destabilizing the region and trying to strike fear and chaos among its inhabitants.

The Order of Eternal Light, notorious for their questionable membership and history of promoting the Lornon agenda, has found refuge within the empire's borders, shielded by its militaristic policies, authoritarian rule, and willful blindness. Their nefarious activities, supported by the Empire's resources and protection, have targeted key figures and leaders in the Free North, plunging the region into a state of wariness.

A group of courageous adventurers, driven by a relentless pursuit of justice, managed to peel back the layers of secrecy surrounding the Empire's unholy alliance with the Order of Eternal Light. Through their tenacious efforts, evidence linking high-ranking Empire Sympathizer to the cult's activities came to light, exposing the empire's complicity in this sinister plot.

We thank those brave souls who were former and current members of the Order who risked their lives helping expose the corruption.

The revelation has ignited a firestorm of outrage and condemnation throughout the Free North and beyond. Leaders and communities have united in their denouncement of the empire's aggressive stance in the sovereign territory of other people and its collaboration with an evil cult. Calls for justice and swift action reverberate through the halls of free people everywhere, demanding accountability for those responsible.

In response to mounting accusations, the Turamzyrrian Empire's representatives will scramble to distance themselves from the scandal, issuing statements condemning the cult's actions and denying any knowledge of their collaboration. However, the people of the Free North and the realm at large will remain skeptical, seeing these claims as a feeble attempt to salvage the empire's past reputation in light of recent efforts to rebrand itself.

As tensions escalate between the Free North and the Turamzyrrian Empire, Elanthia stands on the brink of an epic confrontation. The Free North, known for its resilience and commitment to justice, rallies its forces in a united front against the empire's tyranny. With swords raised and magic at their disposal, they stand ready to face the combined might of the empire and the Order of Eternal Light, vowing to restore peace and expose the truth.

The fate of Elanthia hangs in the balance as the forces of darkness threaten to engulf the realm. Will the Free North succeed in reclaiming its autonomy and defeating the evil that has been nurtured by the empire's feudal policies? Only time will tell, as the realm braces itself for an epic clash between justice and oppression.

== The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor ==

[[File:FNNRWad1.png|375px|thumb|left|Advertisement, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor

Deep in the heart of Wehnimer's Landing, an organization flourishes, embodying the principles of unity, strength, and honor. They are the Ord An Dragan, a revered clan that has etched its name in the annals of history as stalwart protectors of the realm.

Forged in the fires of chaos, the Ord An Dragan emerged during the Age of Chaos, when a battle raged at Shadow Guard. In an unprecedented display of unity, a diverse alliance formed, consisting of Dwarves, Giantmen, Elven Houses, Humans, Sylvans, Halflings, and many others. This union, a testament to the power of collaboration, turned the tide of war, forever changing the course of the realm's destiny.

Witnessing the transformative impact of this alliance, the members of the Ord An Dragan clan embraced their role as custodians of unity. They understood that strength lay not in isolation, but in the harmonious integration of different races and creeds. Their numbers and influence grew, establishing them as the last line of defense for the survival of Elanthia.

Through the ages, the Ord An Dragan clan quietly and steadfastly fulfilled their sacred duty. They became the watchful eyes, the meticulous record keepers, and the nurturing force behind the values they held dear. From the discovery of the Gnomes to the arrivals of the Erithians and Aelotoi, the Ord An Dragan clan stood witness to these pivotal events, safeguarding the fragile balance of the realm.

When the Aelotoi were attacked by the Kiramon, it was the Ord An Dragan clan who joined forces with the Ta’Illistim guards to defend them. This marked the first official record of their presence in the environs of Ta’Illistim. However, it was in Wehnimer's Landing that they found their true home—a haven for diversity due to its status as a port city and its proximity to various lands.

Embodying the creed established by the Drakes, the Ord An Dragan clan became arbiters of justice and cultivators of honor. Within their ranks, individuals found a sanctuary where their potentials were nurtured and protected. The unity of their powers, akin to the might of a dragon, fortified their resolve to safeguard the realm.

In the face of waning dragon numbers, the Ord An Dragan took up the mantle of guardianship. They pledged to honor the strength in unity, working tirelessly to ensure the coexistence of all races and the triumph of righteousness. Monthly meetings, though sometimes dismissed as "borin'" by a few immature members, serve as a testament to the clan's commitment to fostering unity, sharing wisdom, and upholding their cherished values.

Today, the Ord An Dragan stands as a shining beacon in Wehnimer's Landing, a symbol of unity and honor. They have dedicated themselves to the well-being of the realm, protecting it from the encroachment of darkness. In their footsteps, new generations are guided and inspired to carry forward the legacy of the Ord An Dragan, preserving the realm's harmony and safeguarding its future.

May their noble endeavors continue to inspire all who seek a world built upon unity, strength, and honor.

== Help Wanted/Classifieds ==

[[File:FNNRWad1.png|375px|thumb|left|Advertisement, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

== "Sheep's Wool: A Flock Too Far in Courtly Fashion" ==

[[File:FNNroltonfashion1.png|375px|thumb|left|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

By Madam Maedat

In an age where courtly fashion knows no bounds, one cannot help but marvel at the relentless obsession with sheep's wool. It seems that every nobleman and noblewoman, from the grandest castle to the lowliest manor, must drape themselves in the fluffy fabric of these humble farm creatures. Verily, we have reached a point where sheep's wool has become the cornerstone of court couture, and I am compelled to raise my quill in mock astonishment at this woolly madness.

Gone are the days of intricate embroidery and fine silks that adorned the aristocracy. Now, one can hardly tell a lord from a shepherd at first glance, for they are all swathed in wool from head to toe. It is as if they have declared a silent allegiance to the noble sheep, or are suffering in a secret love affair with some rolton, forsaking all other materials in favor of their cozy, albeit predictable, charm.

[[File:FNNroltonfashion1.png|375px|thumb|left|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

Let us take a moment to ponder the origins of this fashion frenzy. Sheep, creatures blessed with abundant fleece, have long been cherished for their warmth and versatility. Their wool has provided countless garments throughout history, but today it seems the demand has reached unprecedented heights. It is as if our courtly denizens, from Allace to Trauntor, have entered into a pact with the sheep, vying to outdo one another in their excessive display of ovine devotion.

Behold, the ladies parading in their woolen gowns, each step accompanied by the sound of gentle baas. Their dressmakers laboriously sculpt these garments, ensuring no inch of their noble forms remains untouched by the woolly embrace. Layers upon layers of the stuff are piled on, transforming them into walking clouds of fluff. It is a wonder they do not float away, carried off by a strong gust of wind or a playful ram.

[[File:FNNroltonfashion1.png|375px|thumb|left|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

The gentlemen fare no better, donning woolen doublets, cloaks, and even leggings. They walk with a perpetual itch, for who among them can withstand the tickling sensation that accompanies an entire outfit fashioned from wool? Yet, they persist, prancing about in their woolly attire as if they have forgotten the existence of other fabrics entirely.

Alas, even the knights who once gleamed in shining armor have succumbed to the pull of sheep's wool. No longer do they ride into battle, clad in protective steel; instead, they charge forth covered head to toe in woolen armor. One wonders if their adversaries will die from laughter before they can even draw their swords.

I implore the courtly elite to reconsider their devotion to sheep's wool. Surely there are other fabrics worthy of their attention? Let us not forget the delicate touch of velvet, the shimmer of satin, or the regal flow of brocade. Our forefathers would turn in their graves if they witnessed such a woolly takeover of fashion.

[[File:FNNroltonfashion1.png|375px|thumb|left|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

In conclusion, dear readers, let us remember the time-honored lesson of moderation. While sheep's wool undeniably has its place in courtly fashion, its ubiquity threatens to transform our noble courts into pastures. Let us reclaim the elegance and diversity that once graced our wardrobes, lest we become a flock of fashion sheep, forever caught in the woolly embrace of mediocrity.

== All Enemies Can Not Change by Dendum ==

[[File:FNNRWad2.png|375px|thumb|right|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

Great disturbances occur in the Free North. The ground itself shakes under Icemule and fire reaches out willingly to the waters. Visions stalk the minds of the unwary and the path forward is not clear. The mountains around the Landing have become unstable. In this dark time there are some in Icemule and even some in the Landing who seek peaceful accord with ancient foes, seek to tame that which has stalked us, killed our brethren, sacrificed our friends for their own glory.

The enemy’s fleet has terrorized our waters for many years, Talbot Dabbings kin saw them for what they were, they have proven themselves untrustworthy time and time again but still there are voices in the North that claim we can make peace with them. Even in the Landing, which has suffered attacks from this enemy more than any other, there is talk of working out an accord despite the past.

Why would anyone think that such a foe will change behavior overnight just because they need land? When we have seen their dark magic and all its corruption, we have felt the bit of their blade and heard their useless barking? They are mighty now, this is true, but that does not make them an ally worth inviting in it just makes them a threat worth holding back.

Some say we must seek an accord because failure to treat with them will cause them to migrate against our will. Did we become so meek that we bow to any threat no matter how vile the forces behind the threat? Is this not the North that has held up against impossible odds before? The birth place of Black Wolves that held off Ta’vaalor in ancient days? The place where Krolvin Armadas break, not against the rocky shore, but against the iron will of the defenders? They may be strong but that has never been a barrier in the past.

Some say the enemy’s problem are a result of their own making...and this surely can be true because they have sewn a field of evil seeds and now must deal with the consequences. It is not for us to give them a new field to plant and destroy with their wicked ways.

If kind hearts demand refuge be given to the ancient foe then let them change their ways and THEN be accepted. Do not let them bring the rites and rituals of their homeland into the North to continue to spread darkness. Do not give them a new patch of dirt from which to lash out against more innocent lives and cause more destruction. Only in changing can they become more than a threat to the North.

== A Guide to Cooking Rolton: A Delightful Compendium of Recipes from the Free North ==

[[File:FNNMrhowler.png|375px|thumb|left|Master Chef Howlen, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Draelor]]

By: Master Howlen

Preface:
In this esteemed compendium, we shall embark upon a gastronomic journey through the art of preparing and savoring rolton, a noble and tasty creature that graces our tables with its delicate flesh. Drawing inspiration from the culinary wisdom of northern chefs, we shall unravel the secrets of transforming rolton meat into delectable dishes fit for the discerning palate of the gentry. Let us delve into the techniques and recipes that shall transport you to the kitchens of yore.

[[File:FNNCookingRolton1.png|375px|thumb|left|Cooking Rolton, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

Chapter 1: Selecting and Preparing the Rolton
Choosing the Rolton:
To commence this culinary endeavor, select a young and tender rolton, preferably between six months and one year old. Seek an animal that has been reared on a diet of fresh pasture, as this shall impart a superior flavor to the meat. Older roltons may be harder to eat and may try and kill you.

Dressing the Rolton:
Begin by skillfully dressing the rolton, ensuring a thorough removal of the hide while preserving the purity of the meat. With expert precision, separate the limbs, ribs, and loins, readying them for the sublime culinary creations to come.

Traditional Cooking Techniques
Roasting and Spit-Roasting:
In the noble tradition of the north, roasting is a preferred method for cooking rolton. Secure the meat upon a spit, skillfully turning it over the fire until the outer layer crisps to a golden hue, while the inner succulence remains intact. Basting with a delectable concoction of melted butter, herbs, and aromatic spices shall elevate the flavors to unparalleled heights.

Stewing and Braising:
To tame the tougher cuts and infuse the meat with a symphony of flavors, the art of stewing and braising shall be employed. With great care, place the marinated meat into a vessel with aromatic vegetables, herbs, and a carefully measured amount of stock or wine. Allow the concoction to simmer gently, tenderizing the rolton and imbuing it with the essence of the ingredients.

A Selection of Traditional Recipes
Rolton Ragout with Herbs and Root Vegetables:
Begin by marinating the rolton meat in a delicate blend of wine, herbs, and spices for several hours. In a cauldron over a gentle fire, combine the marinated meat with a medley of root vegetables, such as carrots, parsnips, and turnips. Allow the flavors to meld together as they slowly simmer. Serve this fragrant ragout as a centerpiece to grace the tables of esteemed guests.

Grilled Rolton Chops with Rosemary and Garlic:
Prepare the rolton chops by marinating them with crushed garlic, fresh rosemary, and a drizzle of fine olive oil. Place the marinated chops upon a grill over a bed of glowing coals, allowing the flames to kiss the meat, while retaining its tenderness. Turn the chops with care, ensuring an even char, and present them with pride, their flavors enhanced by the simplicity of the ingredients.

Slow-Roasted Leg of Rolton with Juniper and Thyme:
Marinate the leg of rolton in a heady blend of juniper berries, thyme, red wine, and vinegar. Place it in a roasting pan, adorning it with fragrant sprigs of thyme. Roast it slowly in a well-regulated oven until the flesh yields effortlessly to the fork

In Conclusion:
From rustic dish to flavorful journeys that soothe the soul Rolton is famous on the tables of the North, perhaps it can be famous on your table as well!

[[File:FNNCookingrolton2.png|375px|thumb|left|Cooking Rolton, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

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2023-07-06T19:29:24Z

DIEHLS: /* "Sheep's Wool: A Flock Too Far in Courtly Fashion" */

{{creative-work | title = The Free North News Issue #5| type = Newspaper| author = Various}}

'''OOC Disclaimer: The following is about Empire, revolution, settler colonialism, and it’s many consequences. The opinions stated here are to be taken in character and should not be taken as out of character judgements. It is intended as in chracter rhetoric. Except that we should have a rolton cryptid. Oh and do not insert into any orifices. Or do, I’m just not legally responsible for it.'''

'''IC Disclaimer: The Black Thorns are more of a collective, and less of a organization with heirachy and a roster. Please do not take the perspective of one member to apply to all of us.'''

[[File:Freenorthnews.png|375px|thumb|Right|Created in Midjourney Edited by player of Ceilia & Dendum uploaded by player of Dendum]]

== The Faerinn Well, Notes from the Editor ==
[[File:Peoplesenvoy.jpg|375px|thumb|left|The People's Envoy, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]
'''OOC Disclaimer: The following are the in character views of Faerinn. While things may be embellished or exaggerated to help make a point or to entertain, the facts stated here are as far as Faerinn is aware true.'''
I call to those who call Wehnimer’s Landing home and thank you for once again putting up with another campaign by me.

I came here a refugee time and time again. People say I hate Imperials, but forget that I came here as one. And I went back to Talador time and time again only to be driven out by one half-human progrom after another. I thought Talador was my home, because I was born there. The Landing always took me back no questions asked. It took years after the destruction of Talador to realize that my real home was here all alone.

I don’t hate the people of the Empire. I don’t even hate the Empire itself Not What I hate are the machinations of Imperialism. The systems that oppress everyone in its borders from Sun Throne to South Haven. The mechanisms that produce great heros, but rewards the greatest villains. As Jovery fought Hochstib on our behalf, the Sentinal had no issue with also accepting Hochstib’s claims for for the Sun Throne. A system that can’t but help to subjugate and expand as the top of the pyramid hoard more and more resources.

I’ve lost so much to this machine. Loss that is incalculable and incomprehensible except to Aletoi from Bre’Nere. I watch the reactions from the Reach, and I don’t think I can do it again. I don’t have it in me to lose another home. That is how you can know I am genuine. This is my guarantee to serve you to the very best of my abilities.

Whether it was the intentional or not, once this position came up for a vote to the citizens of the Landing the position changed from someone who reports to the Mayor, Council, and Sentinal. This is a brand new position now that, one that is beholden not only to the voters, but all the residents of the Landing.

'''The People's Envoy.'''

I will be taking your concerns abroad not that of the Elites. I’m not taking just the Consortium’s concerns abroad, nor just the Empire’s, nor just the Mayors, but EVERYONES.

If you deem to have me, I will be your Envoy. To take your concerns and issues not only to Imperial interests, but to renew our languishing relationships to the North and the East.

'''Faerinn Greatsinger, Esq, of Talador and Loenthra'''

'''Rumor Woods, Koaratos, 5123'''

== News for the North! ==
[[File:FNNMalwindeatsrocks1.png|375px|thumb|right|Baron Malwind tries Rock Tending, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

* Dwarven Emissaries Travel Across The Lands- Under the mountain the human empire is discussed but the dwarves decide to remain neutral for now.

* Icemule- A Dwarven Caravan is attacked. The Mayor plans to sends condolences to the mountain.

* Sol Haven- Rumors abound of children eating rocks after misunderstanding certain cultural oddities of Aldora.

* Wehnimer's Landing- Envoy selection takes place the world waits in anticipation to see who will speak for the Landing.

== Everything You're Dreaming ==
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Elidal's the greatest force of good you're ever seeing
We'd surely fall to ruin if not for his intervening
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Because of the parade of threats we've faced for many years
This Elidal is taking steps to now assuage our fears
And so one day he made a vow of some contentious prose
The biggest vow I've heard by now and this is how it goes:

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Hope and safety, wealth and wisdom, deeper inner meaning
He's the apex, he's the leadership that we've been needing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Now, it might seem precocious, like your lives are a disgrace
Or it might seem atrocious, like your heroes die a waste
But all the blood shed by our fallen fighters need not fail
Just ally now with Elidal or it's to no avail

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Not to sound too grand or condescending or demeaning
But have you seen the trouble this frontier is always gleaning?
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

(You could say it nearly backwards:
Dreaming your everything will bring Darkstone of barony...
But that's going a bit too far, don't you think?)

So as you face down yet more wars you didn't need to fight
Reflect on Eli's words and how he'll be our shining light
You'd better ponder carefully since this could change your life
For example: a permanent stability that sees the end of strife

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Lift you out of hopeless doubts and fears since they're deceiving
If you say it oft enough, you'll find yourself believing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

== Ask Lithyia ==

[[File:FNNcultsymbol1.png|375px|thumb|left|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

'''Dear Lithyia'''

Every morning a dwarf smelling of liquor breaks into my shop and smashes all the vases claiming he is looking for “real gems”. I tried locking the doors, and barring the windows but he just passes through them like a ghost. Please advise.

Vaseless in Vornavis

'''Dear Vaseless in Vornavis,'''

Something I have learned over the years is that the fastest way to many dwarve’s hearts is through freshly made brew. I recommend you get your hands on a still and begin leaving “gifts” outside your shop for this dwarf. You should notice you no longer need to lock the doors or bar the windows because you will find them passed out drunk in front of your shop. You can then haul them off yourself or pay some youngin who needs a few silvers to do it for you. If you do not have access to a still, seek me out. I am a brewmaster and would be happy to craft some specialities just for you and this…situation.

Fresh brew is best brew!
Miss Lithy

'''Dear Lithyia,'''

I find myself in a most peculiar predicament—one that has left me pondering the ethics of my choices. You see, I have become entangled in an intriguing, yet probably evil, cult. The allure of their secret rituals and promises of enlightenment initially drew me in, but now I'm plagued with doubts. Should I stay in this malevolent cult, embracing its dark path, or should I break free from its clutches and seek a more morally upright existence? Please help me navigate this moral maze, Lithyia, for I fear I'm teetering on the edge of eternal damnation.

Sincerely,

Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics

'''Dear Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics,'''

Having never been involved in a cult myself or having any experience related to them I must ponder on this a bit. Have they threatened you or someone you love? If so, I would suggest removing yourself from them as soon as possible. I might also recommend some new wrist, arm and ankle sheaths to carry additional…implements. One can never be too careful. As for whether you should seek a more morally upright existence, I don’t think you need to fully sacrifice who you may be as a person just because things didn’t work out the way you hoped with this group.

Regards,
Miss Lithy

== Turamzyrrian Empire's Dark Legacy Unveiled: Evil Cult Hiding in Solhaven Sends Assassins into the Free North ==

[[File:FNNDarklegacyarticle1.png|375px|thumb|right|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Dendum]]

Byline: Dorper Eweherder

A dark cloud of treachery looms over the realm of Elanthia as the infamous Turamzyrrian Empire's troubled past comes to light once again. Known for its historical deeply ingrained racist policies and discriminatory practices, the empire now stands accused of shielding an insidious cult that has unleashed assassins into the once tranquil lands of the Free North. The revelation has sent shockwaves throughout the realm, exposing the Empire's complicity in this heinous plot.

For centuries, the Turamzyrrian Empire has held a notorious reputation for its divisive policies, fostering an environment of inequality and prejudice. Its discriminatory practices, targeting non-human races, have sown discord and resentment among the diverse populations of Elanthia. These issues have been made more troublesome when coupled with its militaristic campaigns of subjegation towards its neighbours.

Now, as the truth unravels, it has come to light that the empire has been sheltering and aiding an evil cult known as the Order of Eternal Light. This secretive and malevolent organization has dispatched assassins into the unsuspecting lands of the Free North, destabilizing the region and trying to strike fear and chaos among its inhabitants.

The Order of Eternal Light, notorious for their questionable membership and history of promoting the Lornon agenda, has found refuge within the empire's borders, shielded by its militaristic policies, authoritarian rule, and willful blindness. Their nefarious activities, supported by the Empire's resources and protection, have targeted key figures and leaders in the Free North, plunging the region into a state of wariness.

A group of courageous adventurers, driven by a relentless pursuit of justice, managed to peel back the layers of secrecy surrounding the Empire's unholy alliance with the Order of Eternal Light. Through their tenacious efforts, evidence linking high-ranking Empire Sympathizer to the cult's activities came to light, exposing the empire's complicity in this sinister plot.

We thank those brave souls who were former and current members of the Order who risked their lives helping expose the corruption.

The revelation has ignited a firestorm of outrage and condemnation throughout the Free North and beyond. Leaders and communities have united in their denouncement of the empire's aggressive stance in the sovereign territory of other people and its collaboration with an evil cult. Calls for justice and swift action reverberate through the halls of free people everywhere, demanding accountability for those responsible.

In response to mounting accusations, the Turamzyrrian Empire's representatives will scramble to distance themselves from the scandal, issuing statements condemning the cult's actions and denying any knowledge of their collaboration. However, the people of the Free North and the realm at large will remain skeptical, seeing these claims as a feeble attempt to salvage the empire's past reputation in light of recent efforts to rebrand itself.

As tensions escalate between the Free North and the Turamzyrrian Empire, Elanthia stands on the brink of an epic confrontation. The Free North, known for its resilience and commitment to justice, rallies its forces in a united front against the empire's tyranny. With swords raised and magic at their disposal, they stand ready to face the combined might of the empire and the Order of Eternal Light, vowing to restore peace and expose the truth.

The fate of Elanthia hangs in the balance as the forces of darkness threaten to engulf the realm. Will the Free North succeed in reclaiming its autonomy and defeating the evil that has been nurtured by the empire's feudal policies? Only time will tell, as the realm braces itself for an epic clash between justice and oppression.

== The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor ==

[[File:FNNRWad1.png|375px|thumb|left|Advertisement, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor

Deep in the heart of Wehnimer's Landing, an organization flourishes, embodying the principles of unity, strength, and honor. They are the Ord An Dragan, a revered clan that has etched its name in the annals of history as stalwart protectors of the realm.

Forged in the fires of chaos, the Ord An Dragan emerged during the Age of Chaos, when a battle raged at Shadow Guard. In an unprecedented display of unity, a diverse alliance formed, consisting of Dwarves, Giantmen, Elven Houses, Humans, Sylvans, Halflings, and many others. This union, a testament to the power of collaboration, turned the tide of war, forever changing the course of the realm's destiny.

Witnessing the transformative impact of this alliance, the members of the Ord An Dragan clan embraced their role as custodians of unity. They understood that strength lay not in isolation, but in the harmonious integration of different races and creeds. Their numbers and influence grew, establishing them as the last line of defense for the survival of Elanthia.

Through the ages, the Ord An Dragan clan quietly and steadfastly fulfilled their sacred duty. They became the watchful eyes, the meticulous record keepers, and the nurturing force behind the values they held dear. From the discovery of the Gnomes to the arrivals of the Erithians and Aelotoi, the Ord An Dragan clan stood witness to these pivotal events, safeguarding the fragile balance of the realm.

When the Aelotoi were attacked by the Kiramon, it was the Ord An Dragan clan who joined forces with the Ta’Illistim guards to defend them. This marked the first official record of their presence in the environs of Ta’Illistim. However, it was in Wehnimer's Landing that they found their true home—a haven for diversity due to its status as a port city and its proximity to various lands.

Embodying the creed established by the Drakes, the Ord An Dragan clan became arbiters of justice and cultivators of honor. Within their ranks, individuals found a sanctuary where their potentials were nurtured and protected. The unity of their powers, akin to the might of a dragon, fortified their resolve to safeguard the realm.

In the face of waning dragon numbers, the Ord An Dragan took up the mantle of guardianship. They pledged to honor the strength in unity, working tirelessly to ensure the coexistence of all races and the triumph of righteousness. Monthly meetings, though sometimes dismissed as "borin'" by a few immature members, serve as a testament to the clan's commitment to fostering unity, sharing wisdom, and upholding their cherished values.

Today, the Ord An Dragan stands as a shining beacon in Wehnimer's Landing, a symbol of unity and honor. They have dedicated themselves to the well-being of the realm, protecting it from the encroachment of darkness. In their footsteps, new generations are guided and inspired to carry forward the legacy of the Ord An Dragan, preserving the realm's harmony and safeguarding its future.

May their noble endeavors continue to inspire all who seek a world built upon unity, strength, and honor.

== Help Wanted/Classifieds ==

== "Sheep's Wool: A Flock Too Far in Courtly Fashion" ==

[[File:FNNroltonfashion1.png|375px|thumb|left|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

By Madam Maedat

In an age where courtly fashion knows no bounds, one cannot help but marvel at the relentless obsession with sheep's wool. It seems that every nobleman and noblewoman, from the grandest castle to the lowliest manor, must drape themselves in the fluffy fabric of these humble farm creatures. Verily, we have reached a point where sheep's wool has become the cornerstone of court couture, and I am compelled to raise my quill in mock astonishment at this woolly madness.

Gone are the days of intricate embroidery and fine silks that adorned the aristocracy. Now, one can hardly tell a lord from a shepherd at first glance, for they are all swathed in wool from head to toe. It is as if they have declared a silent allegiance to the noble sheep, or are suffering in a secret love affair with some rolton, forsaking all other materials in favor of their cozy, albeit predictable, charm.

[[File:FNNroltonfashion1.png|375px|thumb|left|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

Let us take a moment to ponder the origins of this fashion frenzy. Sheep, creatures blessed with abundant fleece, have long been cherished for their warmth and versatility. Their wool has provided countless garments throughout history, but today it seems the demand has reached unprecedented heights. It is as if our courtly denizens, from Allace to Trauntor, have entered into a pact with the sheep, vying to outdo one another in their excessive display of ovine devotion.

Behold, the ladies parading in their woolen gowns, each step accompanied by the sound of gentle baas. Their dressmakers laboriously sculpt these garments, ensuring no inch of their noble forms remains untouched by the woolly embrace. Layers upon layers of the stuff are piled on, transforming them into walking clouds of fluff. It is a wonder they do not float away, carried off by a strong gust of wind or a playful ram.

[[File:FNNroltonfashion1.png|375px|thumb|left|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

The gentlemen fare no better, donning woolen doublets, cloaks, and even leggings. They walk with a perpetual itch, for who among them can withstand the tickling sensation that accompanies an entire outfit fashioned from wool? Yet, they persist, prancing about in their woolly attire as if they have forgotten the existence of other fabrics entirely.

Alas, even the knights who once gleamed in shining armor have succumbed to the pull of sheep's wool. No longer do they ride into battle, clad in protective steel; instead, they charge forth covered head to toe in woolen armor. One wonders if their adversaries will die from laughter before they can even draw their swords.

I implore the courtly elite to reconsider their devotion to sheep's wool. Surely there are other fabrics worthy of their attention? Let us not forget the delicate touch of velvet, the shimmer of satin, or the regal flow of brocade. Our forefathers would turn in their graves if they witnessed such a woolly takeover of fashion.

[[File:FNNroltonfashion1.png|375px|thumb|left|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

In conclusion, dear readers, let us remember the time-honored lesson of moderation. While sheep's wool undeniably has its place in courtly fashion, its ubiquity threatens to transform our noble courts into pastures. Let us reclaim the elegance and diversity that once graced our wardrobes, lest we become a flock of fashion sheep, forever caught in the woolly embrace of mediocrity.

== All Enemies Can Not Change by Dendum ==

[[File:FNNRWad2.png|375px|thumb|right|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

Great disturbances occur in the Free North. The ground itself shakes under Icemule and fire reaches out willingly to the waters. Visions stalk the minds of the unwary and the path forward is not clear. The mountains around the Landing have become unstable. In this dark time there are some in Icemule and even some in the Landing who seek peaceful accord with ancient foes, seek to tame that which has stalked us, killed our brethren, sacrificed our friends for their own glory.

The enemy’s fleet has terrorized our waters for many years, Talbot Dabbings kin saw them for what they were, they have proven themselves untrustworthy time and time again but still there are voices in the North that claim we can make peace with them. Even in the Landing, which has suffered attacks from this enemy more than any other, there is talk of working out an accord despite the past.

Why would anyone think that such a foe will change behavior overnight just because they need land? When we have seen their dark magic and all its corruption, we have felt the bit of their blade and heard their useless barking? They are mighty now, this is true, but that does not make them an ally worth inviting in it just makes them a threat worth holding back.

Some say we must seek an accord because failure to treat with them will cause them to migrate against our will. Did we become so meek that we bow to any threat no matter how vile the forces behind the threat? Is this not the North that has held up against impossible odds before? The birth place of Black Wolves that held off Ta’vaalor in ancient days? The place where Krolvin Armadas break, not against the rocky shore, but against the iron will of the defenders? They may be strong but that has never been a barrier in the past.

Some say the enemy’s problem are a result of their own making...and this surely can be true because they have sewn a field of evil seeds and now must deal with the consequences. It is not for us to give them a new field to plant and destroy with their wicked ways.

If kind hearts demand refuge be given to the ancient foe then let them change their ways and THEN be accepted. Do not let them bring the rites and rituals of their homeland into the North to continue to spread darkness. Do not give them a new patch of dirt from which to lash out against more innocent lives and cause more destruction. Only in changing can they become more than a threat to the North.

== A Guide to Cooking Rolton: A Delightful Compendium of Recipes from the Free North ==

[[File:FNNMrhowler.png|375px|thumb|left|Master Chef Howlen, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Draelor]]

By: Master Howlen

Preface:
In this esteemed compendium, we shall embark upon a gastronomic journey through the art of preparing and savoring rolton, a noble and tasty creature that graces our tables with its delicate flesh. Drawing inspiration from the culinary wisdom of northern chefs, we shall unravel the secrets of transforming rolton meat into delectable dishes fit for the discerning palate of the gentry. Let us delve into the techniques and recipes that shall transport you to the kitchens of yore.

[[File:FNNCookingRolton1.png|375px|thumb|left|Cooking Rolton, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

Chapter 1: Selecting and Preparing the Rolton
Choosing the Rolton:
To commence this culinary endeavor, select a young and tender rolton, preferably between six months and one year old. Seek an animal that has been reared on a diet of fresh pasture, as this shall impart a superior flavor to the meat. Older roltons may be harder to eat and may try and kill you.

Dressing the Rolton:
Begin by skillfully dressing the rolton, ensuring a thorough removal of the hide while preserving the purity of the meat. With expert precision, separate the limbs, ribs, and loins, readying them for the sublime culinary creations to come.

Traditional Cooking Techniques
Roasting and Spit-Roasting:
In the noble tradition of the north, roasting is a preferred method for cooking rolton. Secure the meat upon a spit, skillfully turning it over the fire until the outer layer crisps to a golden hue, while the inner succulence remains intact. Basting with a delectable concoction of melted butter, herbs, and aromatic spices shall elevate the flavors to unparalleled heights.

Stewing and Braising:
To tame the tougher cuts and infuse the meat with a symphony of flavors, the art of stewing and braising shall be employed. With great care, place the marinated meat into a vessel with aromatic vegetables, herbs, and a carefully measured amount of stock or wine. Allow the concoction to simmer gently, tenderizing the rolton and imbuing it with the essence of the ingredients.

A Selection of Traditional Recipes
Rolton Ragout with Herbs and Root Vegetables:
Begin by marinating the rolton meat in a delicate blend of wine, herbs, and spices for several hours. In a cauldron over a gentle fire, combine the marinated meat with a medley of root vegetables, such as carrots, parsnips, and turnips. Allow the flavors to meld together as they slowly simmer. Serve this fragrant ragout as a centerpiece to grace the tables of esteemed guests.

Grilled Rolton Chops with Rosemary and Garlic:
Prepare the rolton chops by marinating them with crushed garlic, fresh rosemary, and a drizzle of fine olive oil. Place the marinated chops upon a grill over a bed of glowing coals, allowing the flames to kiss the meat, while retaining its tenderness. Turn the chops with care, ensuring an even char, and present them with pride, their flavors enhanced by the simplicity of the ingredients.

Slow-Roasted Leg of Rolton with Juniper and Thyme:
Marinate the leg of rolton in a heady blend of juniper berries, thyme, red wine, and vinegar. Place it in a roasting pan, adorning it with fragrant sprigs of thyme. Roast it slowly in a well-regulated oven until the flesh yields effortlessly to the fork

In Conclusion:
From rustic dish to flavorful journeys that soothe the soul Rolton is famous on the tables of the North, perhaps it can be famous on your table as well!

[[File:FNNCookingrolton2.png|375px|thumb|left|Cooking Rolton, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

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DIEHLS: /* A Guide to Cooking Rolton: A Delightful Compendium of Recipes from the Free North */

{{creative-work | title = The Free North News Issue #5| type = Newspaper| author = Various}}

'''OOC Disclaimer: The following is about Empire, revolution, settler colonialism, and it’s many consequences. The opinions stated here are to be taken in character and should not be taken as out of character judgements. It is intended as in chracter rhetoric. Except that we should have a rolton cryptid. Oh and do not insert into any orifices. Or do, I’m just not legally responsible for it.'''

'''IC Disclaimer: The Black Thorns are more of a collective, and less of a organization with heirachy and a roster. Please do not take the perspective of one member to apply to all of us.'''

[[File:Freenorthnews.png|375px|thumb|Right|Created in Midjourney Edited by player of Ceilia & Dendum uploaded by player of Dendum]]

== The Faerinn Well, Notes from the Editor ==
[[File:Peoplesenvoy.jpg|375px|thumb|left|The People's Envoy, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]
'''OOC Disclaimer: The following are the in character views of Faerinn. While things may be embellished or exaggerated to help make a point or to entertain, the facts stated here are as far as Faerinn is aware true.'''
I call to those who call Wehnimer’s Landing home and thank you for once again putting up with another campaign by me.

I came here a refugee time and time again. People say I hate Imperials, but forget that I came here as one. And I went back to Talador time and time again only to be driven out by one half-human progrom after another. I thought Talador was my home, because I was born there. The Landing always took me back no questions asked. It took years after the destruction of Talador to realize that my real home was here all alone.

I don’t hate the people of the Empire. I don’t even hate the Empire itself Not What I hate are the machinations of Imperialism. The systems that oppress everyone in its borders from Sun Throne to South Haven. The mechanisms that produce great heros, but rewards the greatest villains. As Jovery fought Hochstib on our behalf, the Sentinal had no issue with also accepting Hochstib’s claims for for the Sun Throne. A system that can’t but help to subjugate and expand as the top of the pyramid hoard more and more resources.

I’ve lost so much to this machine. Loss that is incalculable and incomprehensible except to Aletoi from Bre’Nere. I watch the reactions from the Reach, and I don’t think I can do it again. I don’t have it in me to lose another home. That is how you can know I am genuine. This is my guarantee to serve you to the very best of my abilities.

Whether it was the intentional or not, once this position came up for a vote to the citizens of the Landing the position changed from someone who reports to the Mayor, Council, and Sentinal. This is a brand new position now that, one that is beholden not only to the voters, but all the residents of the Landing.

'''The People's Envoy.'''

I will be taking your concerns abroad not that of the Elites. I’m not taking just the Consortium’s concerns abroad, nor just the Empire’s, nor just the Mayors, but EVERYONES.

If you deem to have me, I will be your Envoy. To take your concerns and issues not only to Imperial interests, but to renew our languishing relationships to the North and the East.

'''Faerinn Greatsinger, Esq, of Talador and Loenthra'''

'''Rumor Woods, Koaratos, 5123'''

== News for the North! ==
[[File:FNNMalwindeatsrocks1.png|375px|thumb|right|Baron Malwind tries Rock Tending, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

* Dwarven Emissaries Travel Across The Lands- Under the mountain the human empire is discussed but the dwarves decide to remain neutral for now.

* Icemule- A Dwarven Caravan is attacked. The Mayor plans to sends condolences to the mountain.

* Sol Haven- Rumors abound of children eating rocks after misunderstanding certain cultural oddities of Aldora.

* Wehnimer's Landing- Envoy selection takes place the world waits in anticipation to see who will speak for the Landing.

== Everything You're Dreaming ==
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Elidal's the greatest force of good you're ever seeing
We'd surely fall to ruin if not for his intervening
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Because of the parade of threats we've faced for many years
This Elidal is taking steps to now assuage our fears
And so one day he made a vow of some contentious prose
The biggest vow I've heard by now and this is how it goes:

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Hope and safety, wealth and wisdom, deeper inner meaning
He's the apex, he's the leadership that we've been needing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Now, it might seem precocious, like your lives are a disgrace
Or it might seem atrocious, like your heroes die a waste
But all the blood shed by our fallen fighters need not fail
Just ally now with Elidal or it's to no avail

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Not to sound too grand or condescending or demeaning
But have you seen the trouble this frontier is always gleaning?
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

(You could say it nearly backwards:
Dreaming your everything will bring Darkstone of barony...
But that's going a bit too far, don't you think?)

So as you face down yet more wars you didn't need to fight
Reflect on Eli's words and how he'll be our shining light
You'd better ponder carefully since this could change your life
For example: a permanent stability that sees the end of strife

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Lift you out of hopeless doubts and fears since they're deceiving
If you say it oft enough, you'll find yourself believing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

== Ask Lithyia ==

[[File:FNNcultsymbol1.png|375px|thumb|left|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

'''Dear Lithyia'''

Every morning a dwarf smelling of liquor breaks into my shop and smashes all the vases claiming he is looking for “real gems”. I tried locking the doors, and barring the windows but he just passes through them like a ghost. Please advise.

Vaseless in Vornavis

'''Dear Vaseless in Vornavis,'''

Something I have learned over the years is that the fastest way to many dwarve’s hearts is through freshly made brew. I recommend you get your hands on a still and begin leaving “gifts” outside your shop for this dwarf. You should notice you no longer need to lock the doors or bar the windows because you will find them passed out drunk in front of your shop. You can then haul them off yourself or pay some youngin who needs a few silvers to do it for you. If you do not have access to a still, seek me out. I am a brewmaster and would be happy to craft some specialities just for you and this…situation.

Fresh brew is best brew!
Miss Lithy

'''Dear Lithyia,'''

I find myself in a most peculiar predicament—one that has left me pondering the ethics of my choices. You see, I have become entangled in an intriguing, yet probably evil, cult. The allure of their secret rituals and promises of enlightenment initially drew me in, but now I'm plagued with doubts. Should I stay in this malevolent cult, embracing its dark path, or should I break free from its clutches and seek a more morally upright existence? Please help me navigate this moral maze, Lithyia, for I fear I'm teetering on the edge of eternal damnation.

Sincerely,

Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics

'''Dear Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics,'''

Having never been involved in a cult myself or having any experience related to them I must ponder on this a bit. Have they threatened you or someone you love? If so, I would suggest removing yourself from them as soon as possible. I might also recommend some new wrist, arm and ankle sheaths to carry additional…implements. One can never be too careful. As for whether you should seek a more morally upright existence, I don’t think you need to fully sacrifice who you may be as a person just because things didn’t work out the way you hoped with this group.

Regards,
Miss Lithy

== Turamzyrrian Empire's Dark Legacy Unveiled: Evil Cult Hiding in Solhaven Sends Assassins into the Free North ==

[[File:FNNDarklegacyarticle1.png|375px|thumb|right|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Dendum]]

Byline: Dorper Eweherder

A dark cloud of treachery looms over the realm of Elanthia as the infamous Turamzyrrian Empire's troubled past comes to light once again. Known for its historical deeply ingrained racist policies and discriminatory practices, the empire now stands accused of shielding an insidious cult that has unleashed assassins into the once tranquil lands of the Free North. The revelation has sent shockwaves throughout the realm, exposing the Empire's complicity in this heinous plot.

For centuries, the Turamzyrrian Empire has held a notorious reputation for its divisive policies, fostering an environment of inequality and prejudice. Its discriminatory practices, targeting non-human races, have sown discord and resentment among the diverse populations of Elanthia. These issues have been made more troublesome when coupled with its militaristic campaigns of subjegation towards its neighbours.

Now, as the truth unravels, it has come to light that the empire has been sheltering and aiding an evil cult known as the Order of Eternal Light. This secretive and malevolent organization has dispatched assassins into the unsuspecting lands of the Free North, destabilizing the region and trying to strike fear and chaos among its inhabitants.

The Order of Eternal Light, notorious for their questionable membership and history of promoting the Lornon agenda, has found refuge within the empire's borders, shielded by its militaristic policies, authoritarian rule, and willful blindness. Their nefarious activities, supported by the Empire's resources and protection, have targeted key figures and leaders in the Free North, plunging the region into a state of wariness.

A group of courageous adventurers, driven by a relentless pursuit of justice, managed to peel back the layers of secrecy surrounding the Empire's unholy alliance with the Order of Eternal Light. Through their tenacious efforts, evidence linking high-ranking Empire Sympathizer to the cult's activities came to light, exposing the empire's complicity in this sinister plot.

We thank those brave souls who were former and current members of the Order who risked their lives helping expose the corruption.

The revelation has ignited a firestorm of outrage and condemnation throughout the Free North and beyond. Leaders and communities have united in their denouncement of the empire's aggressive stance in the sovereign territory of other people and its collaboration with an evil cult. Calls for justice and swift action reverberate through the halls of free people everywhere, demanding accountability for those responsible.

In response to mounting accusations, the Turamzyrrian Empire's representatives will scramble to distance themselves from the scandal, issuing statements condemning the cult's actions and denying any knowledge of their collaboration. However, the people of the Free North and the realm at large will remain skeptical, seeing these claims as a feeble attempt to salvage the empire's past reputation in light of recent efforts to rebrand itself.

As tensions escalate between the Free North and the Turamzyrrian Empire, Elanthia stands on the brink of an epic confrontation. The Free North, known for its resilience and commitment to justice, rallies its forces in a united front against the empire's tyranny. With swords raised and magic at their disposal, they stand ready to face the combined might of the empire and the Order of Eternal Light, vowing to restore peace and expose the truth.

The fate of Elanthia hangs in the balance as the forces of darkness threaten to engulf the realm. Will the Free North succeed in reclaiming its autonomy and defeating the evil that has been nurtured by the empire's feudal policies? Only time will tell, as the realm braces itself for an epic clash between justice and oppression.

== The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor ==

[[File:FNNRWad1.png|375px|thumb|left|Advertisement, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor

Deep in the heart of Wehnimer's Landing, an organization flourishes, embodying the principles of unity, strength, and honor. They are the Ord An Dragan, a revered clan that has etched its name in the annals of history as stalwart protectors of the realm.

Forged in the fires of chaos, the Ord An Dragan emerged during the Age of Chaos, when a battle raged at Shadow Guard. In an unprecedented display of unity, a diverse alliance formed, consisting of Dwarves, Giantmen, Elven Houses, Humans, Sylvans, Halflings, and many others. This union, a testament to the power of collaboration, turned the tide of war, forever changing the course of the realm's destiny.

Witnessing the transformative impact of this alliance, the members of the Ord An Dragan clan embraced their role as custodians of unity. They understood that strength lay not in isolation, but in the harmonious integration of different races and creeds. Their numbers and influence grew, establishing them as the last line of defense for the survival of Elanthia.

Through the ages, the Ord An Dragan clan quietly and steadfastly fulfilled their sacred duty. They became the watchful eyes, the meticulous record keepers, and the nurturing force behind the values they held dear. From the discovery of the Gnomes to the arrivals of the Erithians and Aelotoi, the Ord An Dragan clan stood witness to these pivotal events, safeguarding the fragile balance of the realm.

When the Aelotoi were attacked by the Kiramon, it was the Ord An Dragan clan who joined forces with the Ta’Illistim guards to defend them. This marked the first official record of their presence in the environs of Ta’Illistim. However, it was in Wehnimer's Landing that they found their true home—a haven for diversity due to its status as a port city and its proximity to various lands.

Embodying the creed established by the Drakes, the Ord An Dragan clan became arbiters of justice and cultivators of honor. Within their ranks, individuals found a sanctuary where their potentials were nurtured and protected. The unity of their powers, akin to the might of a dragon, fortified their resolve to safeguard the realm.

In the face of waning dragon numbers, the Ord An Dragan took up the mantle of guardianship. They pledged to honor the strength in unity, working tirelessly to ensure the coexistence of all races and the triumph of righteousness. Monthly meetings, though sometimes dismissed as "borin'" by a few immature members, serve as a testament to the clan's commitment to fostering unity, sharing wisdom, and upholding their cherished values.

Today, the Ord An Dragan stands as a shining beacon in Wehnimer's Landing, a symbol of unity and honor. They have dedicated themselves to the well-being of the realm, protecting it from the encroachment of darkness. In their footsteps, new generations are guided and inspired to carry forward the legacy of the Ord An Dragan, preserving the realm's harmony and safeguarding its future.

May their noble endeavors continue to inspire all who seek a world built upon unity, strength, and honor.

== Help Wanted/Classifieds ==

== "Sheep's Wool: A Flock Too Far in Courtly Fashion" ==

[[File:FNNroltonfashion1.png|375px|thumb|left|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

By Madam Maedat

In an age where courtly fashion knows no bounds, one cannot help but marvel at the relentless obsession with sheep's wool. It seems that every nobleman and noblewoman, from the grandest castle to the lowliest manor, must drape themselves in the fluffy fabric of these humble farm creatures. Verily, we have reached a point where sheep's wool has become the cornerstone of court couture, and I am compelled to raise my quill in mock astonishment at this woolly madness.

Gone are the days of intricate embroidery and fine silks that adorned the aristocracy. Now, one can hardly tell a lord from a shepherd at first glance, for they are all swathed in wool from head to toe. It is as if they have declared a silent allegiance to the noble sheep, or are suffering in a secret love affair with some rolton, forsaking all other materials in favor of their cozy, albeit predictable, charm.

Let us take a moment to ponder the origins of this fashion frenzy. Sheep, creatures blessed with abundant fleece, have long been cherished for their warmth and versatility. Their wool has provided countless garments throughout history, but today it seems the demand has reached unprecedented heights. It is as if our courtly denizens, from Allace to Trauntor, have entered into a pact with the sheep, vying to outdo one another in their excessive display of ovine devotion.

Behold, the ladies parading in their woolen gowns, each step accompanied by the sound of gentle baas. Their dressmakers laboriously sculpt these garments, ensuring no inch of their noble forms remains untouched by the woolly embrace. Layers upon layers of the stuff are piled on, transforming them into walking clouds of fluff. It is a wonder they do not float away, carried off by a strong gust of wind or a playful ram.

The gentlemen fare no better, donning woolen doublets, cloaks, and even leggings. They walk with a perpetual itch, for who among them can withstand the tickling sensation that accompanies an entire outfit fashioned from wool? Yet, they persist, prancing about in their woolly attire as if they have forgotten the existence of other fabrics entirely.

Alas, even the knights who once gleamed in shining armor have succumbed to the pull of sheep's wool. No longer do they ride into battle, clad in protective steel; instead, they charge forth covered head to toe in woolen armor. One wonders if their adversaries will die from laughter before they can even draw their swords.

I implore the courtly elite to reconsider their devotion to sheep's wool. Surely there are other fabrics worthy of their attention? Let us not forget the delicate touch of velvet, the shimmer of satin, or the regal flow of brocade. Our forefathers would turn in their graves if they witnessed such a woolly takeover of fashion.

In conclusion, dear readers, let us remember the time-honored lesson of moderation. While sheep's wool undeniably has its place in courtly fashion, its ubiquity threatens to transform our noble courts into pastures. Let us reclaim the elegance and diversity that once graced our wardrobes, lest we become a flock of fashion sheep, forever caught in the woolly embrace of mediocrity.

== All Enemies Can Not Change by Dendum ==

[[File:FNNRWad2.png|375px|thumb|right|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

Great disturbances occur in the Free North. The ground itself shakes under Icemule and fire reaches out willingly to the waters. Visions stalk the minds of the unwary and the path forward is not clear. The mountains around the Landing have become unstable. In this dark time there are some in Icemule and even some in the Landing who seek peaceful accord with ancient foes, seek to tame that which has stalked us, killed our brethren, sacrificed our friends for their own glory.

The enemy’s fleet has terrorized our waters for many years, Talbot Dabbings kin saw them for what they were, they have proven themselves untrustworthy time and time again but still there are voices in the North that claim we can make peace with them. Even in the Landing, which has suffered attacks from this enemy more than any other, there is talk of working out an accord despite the past.

Why would anyone think that such a foe will change behavior overnight just because they need land? When we have seen their dark magic and all its corruption, we have felt the bit of their blade and heard their useless barking? They are mighty now, this is true, but that does not make them an ally worth inviting in it just makes them a threat worth holding back.

Some say we must seek an accord because failure to treat with them will cause them to migrate against our will. Did we become so meek that we bow to any threat no matter how vile the forces behind the threat? Is this not the North that has held up against impossible odds before? The birth place of Black Wolves that held off Ta’vaalor in ancient days? The place where Krolvin Armadas break, not against the rocky shore, but against the iron will of the defenders? They may be strong but that has never been a barrier in the past.

Some say the enemy’s problem are a result of their own making...and this surely can be true because they have sewn a field of evil seeds and now must deal with the consequences. It is not for us to give them a new field to plant and destroy with their wicked ways.

If kind hearts demand refuge be given to the ancient foe then let them change their ways and THEN be accepted. Do not let them bring the rites and rituals of their homeland into the North to continue to spread darkness. Do not give them a new patch of dirt from which to lash out against more innocent lives and cause more destruction. Only in changing can they become more than a threat to the North.

== A Guide to Cooking Rolton: A Delightful Compendium of Recipes from the Free North ==

[[File:FNNMrhowler.png|375px|thumb|left|Master Chef Howlen, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Draelor]]

By: Master Howlen

Preface:
In this esteemed compendium, we shall embark upon a gastronomic journey through the art of preparing and savoring rolton, a noble and tasty creature that graces our tables with its delicate flesh. Drawing inspiration from the culinary wisdom of northern chefs, we shall unravel the secrets of transforming rolton meat into delectable dishes fit for the discerning palate of the gentry. Let us delve into the techniques and recipes that shall transport you to the kitchens of yore.

[[File:FNNCookingRolton1.png|375px|thumb|left|Cooking Rolton, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

Chapter 1: Selecting and Preparing the Rolton
Choosing the Rolton:
To commence this culinary endeavor, select a young and tender rolton, preferably between six months and one year old. Seek an animal that has been reared on a diet of fresh pasture, as this shall impart a superior flavor to the meat. Older roltons may be harder to eat and may try and kill you.

Dressing the Rolton:
Begin by skillfully dressing the rolton, ensuring a thorough removal of the hide while preserving the purity of the meat. With expert precision, separate the limbs, ribs, and loins, readying them for the sublime culinary creations to come.

Traditional Cooking Techniques
Roasting and Spit-Roasting:
In the noble tradition of the north, roasting is a preferred method for cooking rolton. Secure the meat upon a spit, skillfully turning it over the fire until the outer layer crisps to a golden hue, while the inner succulence remains intact. Basting with a delectable concoction of melted butter, herbs, and aromatic spices shall elevate the flavors to unparalleled heights.

Stewing and Braising:
To tame the tougher cuts and infuse the meat with a symphony of flavors, the art of stewing and braising shall be employed. With great care, place the marinated meat into a vessel with aromatic vegetables, herbs, and a carefully measured amount of stock or wine. Allow the concoction to simmer gently, tenderizing the rolton and imbuing it with the essence of the ingredients.

A Selection of Traditional Recipes
Rolton Ragout with Herbs and Root Vegetables:
Begin by marinating the rolton meat in a delicate blend of wine, herbs, and spices for several hours. In a cauldron over a gentle fire, combine the marinated meat with a medley of root vegetables, such as carrots, parsnips, and turnips. Allow the flavors to meld together as they slowly simmer. Serve this fragrant ragout as a centerpiece to grace the tables of esteemed guests.

Grilled Rolton Chops with Rosemary and Garlic:
Prepare the rolton chops by marinating them with crushed garlic, fresh rosemary, and a drizzle of fine olive oil. Place the marinated chops upon a grill over a bed of glowing coals, allowing the flames to kiss the meat, while retaining its tenderness. Turn the chops with care, ensuring an even char, and present them with pride, their flavors enhanced by the simplicity of the ingredients.

Slow-Roasted Leg of Rolton with Juniper and Thyme:
Marinate the leg of rolton in a heady blend of juniper berries, thyme, red wine, and vinegar. Place it in a roasting pan, adorning it with fragrant sprigs of thyme. Roast it slowly in a well-regulated oven until the flesh yields effortlessly to the fork

In Conclusion:
From rustic dish to flavorful journeys that soothe the soul Rolton is famous on the tables of the North, perhaps it can be famous on your table as well!

[[File:FNNCookingrolton2.png|375px|thumb|left|Cooking Rolton, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

User:DIEHLS

2023-07-04T14:24:13Z

DIEHLS: /* A Guide to Cooking Rolton: A Delightful Compendium of Recipes from the Free North */

{{creative-work | title = The Free North News Issue #5| type = Newspaper| author = Various}}

'''OOC Disclaimer: The following is about Empire, revolution, settler colonialism, and it’s many consequences. The opinions stated here are to be taken in character and should not be taken as out of character judgements. It is intended as in chracter rhetoric. Except that we should have a rolton cryptid. Oh and do not insert into any orifices. Or do, I’m just not legally responsible for it.'''

'''IC Disclaimer: The Black Thorns are more of a collective, and less of a organization with heirachy and a roster. Please do not take the perspective of one member to apply to all of us.'''

[[File:Freenorthnews.png|375px|thumb|Right|Created in Midjourney Edited by player of Ceilia & Dendum uploaded by player of Dendum]]

== The Faerinn Well, Notes from the Editor ==
[[File:Peoplesenvoy.jpg|375px|thumb|left|The People's Envoy, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]
'''OOC Disclaimer: The following are the in character views of Faerinn. While things may be embellished or exaggerated to help make a point or to entertain, the facts stated here are as far as Faerinn is aware true.'''
I call to those who call Wehnimer’s Landing home and thank you for once again putting up with another campaign by me.

I came here a refugee time and time again. People say I hate Imperials, but forget that I came here as one. And I went back to Talador time and time again only to be driven out by one half-human progrom after another. I thought Talador was my home, because I was born there. The Landing always took me back no questions asked. It took years after the destruction of Talador to realize that my real home was here all alone.

I don’t hate the people of the Empire. I don’t even hate the Empire itself Not What I hate are the machinations of Imperialism. The systems that oppress everyone in its borders from Sun Throne to South Haven. The mechanisms that produce great heros, but rewards the greatest villains. As Jovery fought Hochstib on our behalf, the Sentinal had no issue with also accepting Hochstib’s claims for for the Sun Throne. A system that can’t but help to subjugate and expand as the top of the pyramid hoard more and more resources.

I’ve lost so much to this machine. Loss that is incalculable and incomprehensible except to Aletoi from Bre’Nere. I watch the reactions from the Reach, and I don’t think I can do it again. I don’t have it in me to lose another home. That is how you can know I am genuine. This is my guarantee to serve you to the very best of my abilities.

Whether it was the intentional or not, once this position came up for a vote to the citizens of the Landing the position changed from someone who reports to the Mayor, Council, and Sentinal. This is a brand new position now that, one that is beholden not only to the voters, but all the residents of the Landing.

'''The People's Envoy.'''

I will be taking your concerns abroad not that of the Elites. I’m not taking just the Consortium’s concerns abroad, nor just the Empire’s, nor just the Mayors, but EVERYONES.

If you deem to have me, I will be your Envoy. To take your concerns and issues not only to Imperial interests, but to renew our languishing relationships to the North and the East.

'''Faerinn Greatsinger, Esq, of Talador and Loenthra'''

'''Rumor Woods, Koaratos, 5123'''

== News for the North! ==
[[File:FNNMalwindeatsrocks1.png|375px|thumb|right|Baron Malwind tries Rock Tending, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

* Dwarven Emissaries Travel Across The Lands- Under the mountain the human empire is discussed but the dwarves decide to remain neutral for now.

* Icemule- A Dwarven Caravan is attacked. The Mayor plans to sends condolences to the mountain.

* Sol Haven- Rumors abound of children eating rocks after misunderstanding certain cultural oddities of Aldora.

* Wehnimer's Landing- Envoy selection takes place the world waits in anticipation to see who will speak for the Landing.

== Everything You're Dreaming ==
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Elidal's the greatest force of good you're ever seeing
We'd surely fall to ruin if not for his intervening
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Because of the parade of threats we've faced for many years
This Elidal is taking steps to now assuage our fears
And so one day he made a vow of some contentious prose
The biggest vow I've heard by now and this is how it goes:

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Hope and safety, wealth and wisdom, deeper inner meaning
He's the apex, he's the leadership that we've been needing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Now, it might seem precocious, like your lives are a disgrace
Or it might seem atrocious, like your heroes die a waste
But all the blood shed by our fallen fighters need not fail
Just ally now with Elidal or it's to no avail

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Not to sound too grand or condescending or demeaning
But have you seen the trouble this frontier is always gleaning?
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

(You could say it nearly backwards:
Dreaming your everything will bring Darkstone of barony...
But that's going a bit too far, don't you think?)

So as you face down yet more wars you didn't need to fight
Reflect on Eli's words and how he'll be our shining light
You'd better ponder carefully since this could change your life
For example: a permanent stability that sees the end of strife

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Lift you out of hopeless doubts and fears since they're deceiving
If you say it oft enough, you'll find yourself believing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

== Ask Lithyia ==

[[File:FNNcultsymbol1.png|375px|thumb|left|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

'''Dear Lithyia'''

Every morning a dwarf smelling of liquor breaks into my shop and smashes all the vases claiming he is looking for “real gems”. I tried locking the doors, and barring the windows but he just passes through them like a ghost. Please advise.

Vaseless in Vornavis

'''Dear Vaseless in Vornavis,'''

Something I have learned over the years is that the fastest way to many dwarve’s hearts is through freshly made brew. I recommend you get your hands on a still and begin leaving “gifts” outside your shop for this dwarf. You should notice you no longer need to lock the doors or bar the windows because you will find them passed out drunk in front of your shop. You can then haul them off yourself or pay some youngin who needs a few silvers to do it for you. If you do not have access to a still, seek me out. I am a brewmaster and would be happy to craft some specialities just for you and this…situation.

Fresh brew is best brew!
Miss Lithy

'''Dear Lithyia,'''

I find myself in a most peculiar predicament—one that has left me pondering the ethics of my choices. You see, I have become entangled in an intriguing, yet probably evil, cult. The allure of their secret rituals and promises of enlightenment initially drew me in, but now I'm plagued with doubts. Should I stay in this malevolent cult, embracing its dark path, or should I break free from its clutches and seek a more morally upright existence? Please help me navigate this moral maze, Lithyia, for I fear I'm teetering on the edge of eternal damnation.

Sincerely,

Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics

'''Dear Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics,'''

Having never been involved in a cult myself or having any experience related to them I must ponder on this a bit. Have they threatened you or someone you love? If so, I would suggest removing yourself from them as soon as possible. I might also recommend some new wrist, arm and ankle sheaths to carry additional…implements. One can never be too careful. As for whether you should seek a more morally upright existence, I don’t think you need to fully sacrifice who you may be as a person just because things didn’t work out the way you hoped with this group.

Regards,
Miss Lithy

== Turamzyrrian Empire's Dark Legacy Unveiled: Evil Cult Hiding in Solhaven Sends Assassins into the Free North ==

[[File:FNNDarklegacyarticle1.png|375px|thumb|right|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Dendum]]

Byline: Dorper Eweherder

A dark cloud of treachery looms over the realm of Elanthia as the infamous Turamzyrrian Empire's troubled past comes to light once again. Known for its historical deeply ingrained racist policies and discriminatory practices, the empire now stands accused of shielding an insidious cult that has unleashed assassins into the once tranquil lands of the Free North. The revelation has sent shockwaves throughout the realm, exposing the Empire's complicity in this heinous plot.

For centuries, the Turamzyrrian Empire has held a notorious reputation for its divisive policies, fostering an environment of inequality and prejudice. Its discriminatory practices, targeting non-human races, have sown discord and resentment among the diverse populations of Elanthia. These issues have been made more troublesome when coupled with its militaristic campaigns of subjegation towards its neighbours.

Now, as the truth unravels, it has come to light that the empire has been sheltering and aiding an evil cult known as the Order of Eternal Light. This secretive and malevolent organization has dispatched assassins into the unsuspecting lands of the Free North, destabilizing the region and trying to strike fear and chaos among its inhabitants.

The Order of Eternal Light, notorious for their questionable membership and history of promoting the Lornon agenda, has found refuge within the empire's borders, shielded by its militaristic policies, authoritarian rule, and willful blindness. Their nefarious activities, supported by the Empire's resources and protection, have targeted key figures and leaders in the Free North, plunging the region into a state of wariness.

A group of courageous adventurers, driven by a relentless pursuit of justice, managed to peel back the layers of secrecy surrounding the Empire's unholy alliance with the Order of Eternal Light. Through their tenacious efforts, evidence linking high-ranking Empire Sympathizer to the cult's activities came to light, exposing the empire's complicity in this sinister plot.

We thank those brave souls who were former and current members of the Order who risked their lives helping expose the corruption.

The revelation has ignited a firestorm of outrage and condemnation throughout the Free North and beyond. Leaders and communities have united in their denouncement of the empire's aggressive stance in the sovereign territory of other people and its collaboration with an evil cult. Calls for justice and swift action reverberate through the halls of free people everywhere, demanding accountability for those responsible.

In response to mounting accusations, the Turamzyrrian Empire's representatives will scramble to distance themselves from the scandal, issuing statements condemning the cult's actions and denying any knowledge of their collaboration. However, the people of the Free North and the realm at large will remain skeptical, seeing these claims as a feeble attempt to salvage the empire's past reputation in light of recent efforts to rebrand itself.

As tensions escalate between the Free North and the Turamzyrrian Empire, Elanthia stands on the brink of an epic confrontation. The Free North, known for its resilience and commitment to justice, rallies its forces in a united front against the empire's tyranny. With swords raised and magic at their disposal, they stand ready to face the combined might of the empire and the Order of Eternal Light, vowing to restore peace and expose the truth.

The fate of Elanthia hangs in the balance as the forces of darkness threaten to engulf the realm. Will the Free North succeed in reclaiming its autonomy and defeating the evil that has been nurtured by the empire's feudal policies? Only time will tell, as the realm braces itself for an epic clash between justice and oppression.

== The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor ==

[[File:FNNRWad1.png|375px|thumb|left|Advertisement, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor

Deep in the heart of Wehnimer's Landing, an organization flourishes, embodying the principles of unity, strength, and honor. They are the Ord An Dragan, a revered clan that has etched its name in the annals of history as stalwart protectors of the realm.

Forged in the fires of chaos, the Ord An Dragan emerged during the Age of Chaos, when a battle raged at Shadow Guard. In an unprecedented display of unity, a diverse alliance formed, consisting of Dwarves, Giantmen, Elven Houses, Humans, Sylvans, Halflings, and many others. This union, a testament to the power of collaboration, turned the tide of war, forever changing the course of the realm's destiny.

Witnessing the transformative impact of this alliance, the members of the Ord An Dragan clan embraced their role as custodians of unity. They understood that strength lay not in isolation, but in the harmonious integration of different races and creeds. Their numbers and influence grew, establishing them as the last line of defense for the survival of Elanthia.

Through the ages, the Ord An Dragan clan quietly and steadfastly fulfilled their sacred duty. They became the watchful eyes, the meticulous record keepers, and the nurturing force behind the values they held dear. From the discovery of the Gnomes to the arrivals of the Erithians and Aelotoi, the Ord An Dragan clan stood witness to these pivotal events, safeguarding the fragile balance of the realm.

When the Aelotoi were attacked by the Kiramon, it was the Ord An Dragan clan who joined forces with the Ta’Illistim guards to defend them. This marked the first official record of their presence in the environs of Ta’Illistim. However, it was in Wehnimer's Landing that they found their true home—a haven for diversity due to its status as a port city and its proximity to various lands.

Embodying the creed established by the Drakes, the Ord An Dragan clan became arbiters of justice and cultivators of honor. Within their ranks, individuals found a sanctuary where their potentials were nurtured and protected. The unity of their powers, akin to the might of a dragon, fortified their resolve to safeguard the realm.

In the face of waning dragon numbers, the Ord An Dragan took up the mantle of guardianship. They pledged to honor the strength in unity, working tirelessly to ensure the coexistence of all races and the triumph of righteousness. Monthly meetings, though sometimes dismissed as "borin'" by a few immature members, serve as a testament to the clan's commitment to fostering unity, sharing wisdom, and upholding their cherished values.

Today, the Ord An Dragan stands as a shining beacon in Wehnimer's Landing, a symbol of unity and honor. They have dedicated themselves to the well-being of the realm, protecting it from the encroachment of darkness. In their footsteps, new generations are guided and inspired to carry forward the legacy of the Ord An Dragan, preserving the realm's harmony and safeguarding its future.

May their noble endeavors continue to inspire all who seek a world built upon unity, strength, and honor.

== Help Wanted/Classifieds ==

== "Sheep's Wool: A Flock Too Far in Courtly Fashion" ==

[[File:FNNroltonfashion1.png|375px|thumb|left|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

By Madam Maedat

In an age where courtly fashion knows no bounds, one cannot help but marvel at the relentless obsession with sheep's wool. It seems that every nobleman and noblewoman, from the grandest castle to the lowliest manor, must drape themselves in the fluffy fabric of these humble farm creatures. Verily, we have reached a point where sheep's wool has become the cornerstone of court couture, and I am compelled to raise my quill in mock astonishment at this woolly madness.

Gone are the days of intricate embroidery and fine silks that adorned the aristocracy. Now, one can hardly tell a lord from a shepherd at first glance, for they are all swathed in wool from head to toe. It is as if they have declared a silent allegiance to the noble sheep, or are suffering in a secret love affair with some rolton, forsaking all other materials in favor of their cozy, albeit predictable, charm.

Let us take a moment to ponder the origins of this fashion frenzy. Sheep, creatures blessed with abundant fleece, have long been cherished for their warmth and versatility. Their wool has provided countless garments throughout history, but today it seems the demand has reached unprecedented heights. It is as if our courtly denizens, from Allace to Trauntor, have entered into a pact with the sheep, vying to outdo one another in their excessive display of ovine devotion.

Behold, the ladies parading in their woolen gowns, each step accompanied by the sound of gentle baas. Their dressmakers laboriously sculpt these garments, ensuring no inch of their noble forms remains untouched by the woolly embrace. Layers upon layers of the stuff are piled on, transforming them into walking clouds of fluff. It is a wonder they do not float away, carried off by a strong gust of wind or a playful ram.

The gentlemen fare no better, donning woolen doublets, cloaks, and even leggings. They walk with a perpetual itch, for who among them can withstand the tickling sensation that accompanies an entire outfit fashioned from wool? Yet, they persist, prancing about in their woolly attire as if they have forgotten the existence of other fabrics entirely.

Alas, even the knights who once gleamed in shining armor have succumbed to the pull of sheep's wool. No longer do they ride into battle, clad in protective steel; instead, they charge forth covered head to toe in woolen armor. One wonders if their adversaries will die from laughter before they can even draw their swords.

I implore the courtly elite to reconsider their devotion to sheep's wool. Surely there are other fabrics worthy of their attention? Let us not forget the delicate touch of velvet, the shimmer of satin, or the regal flow of brocade. Our forefathers would turn in their graves if they witnessed such a woolly takeover of fashion.

In conclusion, dear readers, let us remember the time-honored lesson of moderation. While sheep's wool undeniably has its place in courtly fashion, its ubiquity threatens to transform our noble courts into pastures. Let us reclaim the elegance and diversity that once graced our wardrobes, lest we become a flock of fashion sheep, forever caught in the woolly embrace of mediocrity.

== All Enemies Can Not Change by Dendum ==

[[File:FNNRWad2.png|375px|thumb|right|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

Great disturbances occur in the Free North. The ground itself shakes under Icemule and fire reaches out willingly to the waters. Visions stalk the minds of the unwary and the path forward is not clear. The mountains around the Landing have become unstable. In this dark time there are some in Icemule and even some in the Landing who seek peaceful accord with ancient foes, seek to tame that which has stalked us, killed our brethren, sacrificed our friends for their own glory.

The enemy’s fleet has terrorized our waters for many years, Talbot Dabbings kin saw them for what they were, they have proven themselves untrustworthy time and time again but still there are voices in the North that claim we can make peace with them. Even in the Landing, which has suffered attacks from this enemy more than any other, there is talk of working out an accord despite the past.

Why would anyone think that such a foe will change behavior overnight just because they need land? When we have seen their dark magic and all its corruption, we have felt the bit of their blade and heard their useless barking? They are mighty now, this is true, but that does not make them an ally worth inviting in it just makes them a threat worth holding back.

Some say we must seek an accord because failure to treat with them will cause them to migrate against our will. Did we become so meek that we bow to any threat no matter how vile the forces behind the threat? Is this not the North that has held up against impossible odds before? The birth place of Black Wolves that held off Ta’vaalor in ancient days? The place where Krolvin Armadas break, not against the rocky shore, but against the iron will of the defenders? They may be strong but that has never been a barrier in the past.

Some say the enemy’s problem are a result of their own making...and this surely can be true because they have sewn a field of evil seeds and now must deal with the consequences. It is not for us to give them a new field to plant and destroy with their wicked ways.

If kind hearts demand refuge be given to the ancient foe then let them change their ways and THEN be accepted. Do not let them bring the rites and rituals of their homeland into the North to continue to spread darkness. Do not give them a new patch of dirt from which to lash out against more innocent lives and cause more destruction. Only in changing can they become more than a threat to the North.

== A Guide to Cooking Rolton: A Delightful Compendium of Recipes from the Free North ==

[[File:FNNMrhowler.png|375px|thumb|left|Master Chef Howlen, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Draelor]]

By: Master Howlen

Preface:
In this esteemed compendium, we shall embark upon a gastronomic journey through the art of preparing and savoring rolton, a noble and tasty creature that graces our tables with its delicate flesh. Drawing inspiration from the culinary wisdom of northern chefs, we shall unravel the secrets of transforming rolton meat into delectable dishes fit for the discerning palate of the gentry. Let us delve into the techniques and recipes that shall transport you to the kitchens of yore.

[[File:FNNCookingrolton1.png|375px|thumb|left|Cooking Rolton, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

Chapter 1: Selecting and Preparing the Rolton
Choosing the Rolton:
To commence this culinary endeavor, select a young and tender rolton, preferably between six months and one year old. Seek an animal that has been reared on a diet of fresh pasture, as this shall impart a superior flavor to the meat. Older roltons may be harder to eat and may try and kill you.

Dressing the Rolton:
Begin by skillfully dressing the rolton, ensuring a thorough removal of the hide while preserving the purity of the meat. With expert precision, separate the limbs, ribs, and loins, readying them for the sublime culinary creations to come.

Traditional Cooking Techniques
Roasting and Spit-Roasting:
In the noble tradition of the north, roasting is a preferred method for cooking rolton. Secure the meat upon a spit, skillfully turning it over the fire until the outer layer crisps to a golden hue, while the inner succulence remains intact. Basting with a delectable concoction of melted butter, herbs, and aromatic spices shall elevate the flavors to unparalleled heights.

Stewing and Braising:
To tame the tougher cuts and infuse the meat with a symphony of flavors, the art of stewing and braising shall be employed. With great care, place the marinated meat into a vessel with aromatic vegetables, herbs, and a carefully measured amount of stock or wine. Allow the concoction to simmer gently, tenderizing the rolton and imbuing it with the essence of the ingredients.

A Selection of Traditional Recipes
Rolton Ragout with Herbs and Root Vegetables:
Begin by marinating the rolton meat in a delicate blend of wine, herbs, and spices for several hours. In a cauldron over a gentle fire, combine the marinated meat with a medley of root vegetables, such as carrots, parsnips, and turnips. Allow the flavors to meld together as they slowly simmer. Serve this fragrant ragout as a centerpiece to grace the tables of esteemed guests.

Grilled Rolton Chops with Rosemary and Garlic:
Prepare the rolton chops by marinating them with crushed garlic, fresh rosemary, and a drizzle of fine olive oil. Place the marinated chops upon a grill over a bed of glowing coals, allowing the flames to kiss the meat, while retaining its tenderness. Turn the chops with care, ensuring an even char, and present them with pride, their flavors enhanced by the simplicity of the ingredients.

Slow-Roasted Leg of Rolton with Juniper and Thyme:
Marinate the leg of rolton in a heady blend of juniper berries, thyme, red wine, and vinegar. Place it in a roasting pan, adorning it with fragrant sprigs of thyme. Roast it slowly in a well-regulated oven until the flesh yields effortlessly to the fork

In Conclusion:
From rustic dish to flavorful journeys that soothe the soul Rolton is famous on the tables of the North, perhaps it can be famous on your table as well!

[[File:FNNCookingrolton2.png|375px|thumb|left|Cooking Rolton, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

User:DIEHLS

2023-07-04T14:23:43Z

DIEHLS: /* A Guide to Cooking Rolton: A Delightful Compendium of Recipes from the Free North */

{{creative-work | title = The Free North News Issue #5| type = Newspaper| author = Various}}

'''OOC Disclaimer: The following is about Empire, revolution, settler colonialism, and it’s many consequences. The opinions stated here are to be taken in character and should not be taken as out of character judgements. It is intended as in chracter rhetoric. Except that we should have a rolton cryptid. Oh and do not insert into any orifices. Or do, I’m just not legally responsible for it.'''

'''IC Disclaimer: The Black Thorns are more of a collective, and less of a organization with heirachy and a roster. Please do not take the perspective of one member to apply to all of us.'''

[[File:Freenorthnews.png|375px|thumb|Right|Created in Midjourney Edited by player of Ceilia & Dendum uploaded by player of Dendum]]

== The Faerinn Well, Notes from the Editor ==
[[File:Peoplesenvoy.jpg|375px|thumb|left|The People's Envoy, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]
'''OOC Disclaimer: The following are the in character views of Faerinn. While things may be embellished or exaggerated to help make a point or to entertain, the facts stated here are as far as Faerinn is aware true.'''
I call to those who call Wehnimer’s Landing home and thank you for once again putting up with another campaign by me.

I came here a refugee time and time again. People say I hate Imperials, but forget that I came here as one. And I went back to Talador time and time again only to be driven out by one half-human progrom after another. I thought Talador was my home, because I was born there. The Landing always took me back no questions asked. It took years after the destruction of Talador to realize that my real home was here all alone.

I don’t hate the people of the Empire. I don’t even hate the Empire itself Not What I hate are the machinations of Imperialism. The systems that oppress everyone in its borders from Sun Throne to South Haven. The mechanisms that produce great heros, but rewards the greatest villains. As Jovery fought Hochstib on our behalf, the Sentinal had no issue with also accepting Hochstib’s claims for for the Sun Throne. A system that can’t but help to subjugate and expand as the top of the pyramid hoard more and more resources.

I’ve lost so much to this machine. Loss that is incalculable and incomprehensible except to Aletoi from Bre’Nere. I watch the reactions from the Reach, and I don’t think I can do it again. I don’t have it in me to lose another home. That is how you can know I am genuine. This is my guarantee to serve you to the very best of my abilities.

Whether it was the intentional or not, once this position came up for a vote to the citizens of the Landing the position changed from someone who reports to the Mayor, Council, and Sentinal. This is a brand new position now that, one that is beholden not only to the voters, but all the residents of the Landing.

'''The People's Envoy.'''

I will be taking your concerns abroad not that of the Elites. I’m not taking just the Consortium’s concerns abroad, nor just the Empire’s, nor just the Mayors, but EVERYONES.

If you deem to have me, I will be your Envoy. To take your concerns and issues not only to Imperial interests, but to renew our languishing relationships to the North and the East.

'''Faerinn Greatsinger, Esq, of Talador and Loenthra'''

'''Rumor Woods, Koaratos, 5123'''

== News for the North! ==
[[File:FNNMalwindeatsrocks1.png|375px|thumb|right|Baron Malwind tries Rock Tending, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

* Dwarven Emissaries Travel Across The Lands- Under the mountain the human empire is discussed but the dwarves decide to remain neutral for now.

* Icemule- A Dwarven Caravan is attacked. The Mayor plans to sends condolences to the mountain.

* Sol Haven- Rumors abound of children eating rocks after misunderstanding certain cultural oddities of Aldora.

* Wehnimer's Landing- Envoy selection takes place the world waits in anticipation to see who will speak for the Landing.

== Everything You're Dreaming ==
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Elidal's the greatest force of good you're ever seeing
We'd surely fall to ruin if not for his intervening
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Because of the parade of threats we've faced for many years
This Elidal is taking steps to now assuage our fears
And so one day he made a vow of some contentious prose
The biggest vow I've heard by now and this is how it goes:

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Hope and safety, wealth and wisdom, deeper inner meaning
He's the apex, he's the leadership that we've been needing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Now, it might seem precocious, like your lives are a disgrace
Or it might seem atrocious, like your heroes die a waste
But all the blood shed by our fallen fighters need not fail
Just ally now with Elidal or it's to no avail

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Not to sound too grand or condescending or demeaning
But have you seen the trouble this frontier is always gleaning?
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

(You could say it nearly backwards:
Dreaming your everything will bring Darkstone of barony...
But that's going a bit too far, don't you think?)

So as you face down yet more wars you didn't need to fight
Reflect on Eli's words and how he'll be our shining light
You'd better ponder carefully since this could change your life
For example: a permanent stability that sees the end of strife

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Lift you out of hopeless doubts and fears since they're deceiving
If you say it oft enough, you'll find yourself believing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

== Ask Lithyia ==

[[File:FNNcultsymbol1.png|375px|thumb|left|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

'''Dear Lithyia'''

Every morning a dwarf smelling of liquor breaks into my shop and smashes all the vases claiming he is looking for “real gems”. I tried locking the doors, and barring the windows but he just passes through them like a ghost. Please advise.

Vaseless in Vornavis

'''Dear Vaseless in Vornavis,'''

Something I have learned over the years is that the fastest way to many dwarve’s hearts is through freshly made brew. I recommend you get your hands on a still and begin leaving “gifts” outside your shop for this dwarf. You should notice you no longer need to lock the doors or bar the windows because you will find them passed out drunk in front of your shop. You can then haul them off yourself or pay some youngin who needs a few silvers to do it for you. If you do not have access to a still, seek me out. I am a brewmaster and would be happy to craft some specialities just for you and this…situation.

Fresh brew is best brew!
Miss Lithy

'''Dear Lithyia,'''

I find myself in a most peculiar predicament—one that has left me pondering the ethics of my choices. You see, I have become entangled in an intriguing, yet probably evil, cult. The allure of their secret rituals and promises of enlightenment initially drew me in, but now I'm plagued with doubts. Should I stay in this malevolent cult, embracing its dark path, or should I break free from its clutches and seek a more morally upright existence? Please help me navigate this moral maze, Lithyia, for I fear I'm teetering on the edge of eternal damnation.

Sincerely,

Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics

'''Dear Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics,'''

Having never been involved in a cult myself or having any experience related to them I must ponder on this a bit. Have they threatened you or someone you love? If so, I would suggest removing yourself from them as soon as possible. I might also recommend some new wrist, arm and ankle sheaths to carry additional…implements. One can never be too careful. As for whether you should seek a more morally upright existence, I don’t think you need to fully sacrifice who you may be as a person just because things didn’t work out the way you hoped with this group.

Regards,
Miss Lithy

== Turamzyrrian Empire's Dark Legacy Unveiled: Evil Cult Hiding in Solhaven Sends Assassins into the Free North ==

[[File:FNNDarklegacyarticle1.png|375px|thumb|right|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Dendum]]

Byline: Dorper Eweherder

A dark cloud of treachery looms over the realm of Elanthia as the infamous Turamzyrrian Empire's troubled past comes to light once again. Known for its historical deeply ingrained racist policies and discriminatory practices, the empire now stands accused of shielding an insidious cult that has unleashed assassins into the once tranquil lands of the Free North. The revelation has sent shockwaves throughout the realm, exposing the Empire's complicity in this heinous plot.

For centuries, the Turamzyrrian Empire has held a notorious reputation for its divisive policies, fostering an environment of inequality and prejudice. Its discriminatory practices, targeting non-human races, have sown discord and resentment among the diverse populations of Elanthia. These issues have been made more troublesome when coupled with its militaristic campaigns of subjegation towards its neighbours.

Now, as the truth unravels, it has come to light that the empire has been sheltering and aiding an evil cult known as the Order of Eternal Light. This secretive and malevolent organization has dispatched assassins into the unsuspecting lands of the Free North, destabilizing the region and trying to strike fear and chaos among its inhabitants.

The Order of Eternal Light, notorious for their questionable membership and history of promoting the Lornon agenda, has found refuge within the empire's borders, shielded by its militaristic policies, authoritarian rule, and willful blindness. Their nefarious activities, supported by the Empire's resources and protection, have targeted key figures and leaders in the Free North, plunging the region into a state of wariness.

A group of courageous adventurers, driven by a relentless pursuit of justice, managed to peel back the layers of secrecy surrounding the Empire's unholy alliance with the Order of Eternal Light. Through their tenacious efforts, evidence linking high-ranking Empire Sympathizer to the cult's activities came to light, exposing the empire's complicity in this sinister plot.

We thank those brave souls who were former and current members of the Order who risked their lives helping expose the corruption.

The revelation has ignited a firestorm of outrage and condemnation throughout the Free North and beyond. Leaders and communities have united in their denouncement of the empire's aggressive stance in the sovereign territory of other people and its collaboration with an evil cult. Calls for justice and swift action reverberate through the halls of free people everywhere, demanding accountability for those responsible.

In response to mounting accusations, the Turamzyrrian Empire's representatives will scramble to distance themselves from the scandal, issuing statements condemning the cult's actions and denying any knowledge of their collaboration. However, the people of the Free North and the realm at large will remain skeptical, seeing these claims as a feeble attempt to salvage the empire's past reputation in light of recent efforts to rebrand itself.

As tensions escalate between the Free North and the Turamzyrrian Empire, Elanthia stands on the brink of an epic confrontation. The Free North, known for its resilience and commitment to justice, rallies its forces in a united front against the empire's tyranny. With swords raised and magic at their disposal, they stand ready to face the combined might of the empire and the Order of Eternal Light, vowing to restore peace and expose the truth.

The fate of Elanthia hangs in the balance as the forces of darkness threaten to engulf the realm. Will the Free North succeed in reclaiming its autonomy and defeating the evil that has been nurtured by the empire's feudal policies? Only time will tell, as the realm braces itself for an epic clash between justice and oppression.

== The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor ==

[[File:FNNRWad1.png|375px|thumb|left|Advertisement, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor

Deep in the heart of Wehnimer's Landing, an organization flourishes, embodying the principles of unity, strength, and honor. They are the Ord An Dragan, a revered clan that has etched its name in the annals of history as stalwart protectors of the realm.

Forged in the fires of chaos, the Ord An Dragan emerged during the Age of Chaos, when a battle raged at Shadow Guard. In an unprecedented display of unity, a diverse alliance formed, consisting of Dwarves, Giantmen, Elven Houses, Humans, Sylvans, Halflings, and many others. This union, a testament to the power of collaboration, turned the tide of war, forever changing the course of the realm's destiny.

Witnessing the transformative impact of this alliance, the members of the Ord An Dragan clan embraced their role as custodians of unity. They understood that strength lay not in isolation, but in the harmonious integration of different races and creeds. Their numbers and influence grew, establishing them as the last line of defense for the survival of Elanthia.

Through the ages, the Ord An Dragan clan quietly and steadfastly fulfilled their sacred duty. They became the watchful eyes, the meticulous record keepers, and the nurturing force behind the values they held dear. From the discovery of the Gnomes to the arrivals of the Erithians and Aelotoi, the Ord An Dragan clan stood witness to these pivotal events, safeguarding the fragile balance of the realm.

When the Aelotoi were attacked by the Kiramon, it was the Ord An Dragan clan who joined forces with the Ta’Illistim guards to defend them. This marked the first official record of their presence in the environs of Ta’Illistim. However, it was in Wehnimer's Landing that they found their true home—a haven for diversity due to its status as a port city and its proximity to various lands.

Embodying the creed established by the Drakes, the Ord An Dragan clan became arbiters of justice and cultivators of honor. Within their ranks, individuals found a sanctuary where their potentials were nurtured and protected. The unity of their powers, akin to the might of a dragon, fortified their resolve to safeguard the realm.

In the face of waning dragon numbers, the Ord An Dragan took up the mantle of guardianship. They pledged to honor the strength in unity, working tirelessly to ensure the coexistence of all races and the triumph of righteousness. Monthly meetings, though sometimes dismissed as "borin'" by a few immature members, serve as a testament to the clan's commitment to fostering unity, sharing wisdom, and upholding their cherished values.

Today, the Ord An Dragan stands as a shining beacon in Wehnimer's Landing, a symbol of unity and honor. They have dedicated themselves to the well-being of the realm, protecting it from the encroachment of darkness. In their footsteps, new generations are guided and inspired to carry forward the legacy of the Ord An Dragan, preserving the realm's harmony and safeguarding its future.

May their noble endeavors continue to inspire all who seek a world built upon unity, strength, and honor.

== Help Wanted/Classifieds ==

== "Sheep's Wool: A Flock Too Far in Courtly Fashion" ==

[[File:FNNroltonfashion1.png|375px|thumb|left|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

By Madam Maedat

In an age where courtly fashion knows no bounds, one cannot help but marvel at the relentless obsession with sheep's wool. It seems that every nobleman and noblewoman, from the grandest castle to the lowliest manor, must drape themselves in the fluffy fabric of these humble farm creatures. Verily, we have reached a point where sheep's wool has become the cornerstone of court couture, and I am compelled to raise my quill in mock astonishment at this woolly madness.

Gone are the days of intricate embroidery and fine silks that adorned the aristocracy. Now, one can hardly tell a lord from a shepherd at first glance, for they are all swathed in wool from head to toe. It is as if they have declared a silent allegiance to the noble sheep, or are suffering in a secret love affair with some rolton, forsaking all other materials in favor of their cozy, albeit predictable, charm.

Let us take a moment to ponder the origins of this fashion frenzy. Sheep, creatures blessed with abundant fleece, have long been cherished for their warmth and versatility. Their wool has provided countless garments throughout history, but today it seems the demand has reached unprecedented heights. It is as if our courtly denizens, from Allace to Trauntor, have entered into a pact with the sheep, vying to outdo one another in their excessive display of ovine devotion.

Behold, the ladies parading in their woolen gowns, each step accompanied by the sound of gentle baas. Their dressmakers laboriously sculpt these garments, ensuring no inch of their noble forms remains untouched by the woolly embrace. Layers upon layers of the stuff are piled on, transforming them into walking clouds of fluff. It is a wonder they do not float away, carried off by a strong gust of wind or a playful ram.

The gentlemen fare no better, donning woolen doublets, cloaks, and even leggings. They walk with a perpetual itch, for who among them can withstand the tickling sensation that accompanies an entire outfit fashioned from wool? Yet, they persist, prancing about in their woolly attire as if they have forgotten the existence of other fabrics entirely.

Alas, even the knights who once gleamed in shining armor have succumbed to the pull of sheep's wool. No longer do they ride into battle, clad in protective steel; instead, they charge forth covered head to toe in woolen armor. One wonders if their adversaries will die from laughter before they can even draw their swords.

I implore the courtly elite to reconsider their devotion to sheep's wool. Surely there are other fabrics worthy of their attention? Let us not forget the delicate touch of velvet, the shimmer of satin, or the regal flow of brocade. Our forefathers would turn in their graves if they witnessed such a woolly takeover of fashion.

In conclusion, dear readers, let us remember the time-honored lesson of moderation. While sheep's wool undeniably has its place in courtly fashion, its ubiquity threatens to transform our noble courts into pastures. Let us reclaim the elegance and diversity that once graced our wardrobes, lest we become a flock of fashion sheep, forever caught in the woolly embrace of mediocrity.

== All Enemies Can Not Change by Dendum ==

[[File:FNNRWad2.png|375px|thumb|right|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

Great disturbances occur in the Free North. The ground itself shakes under Icemule and fire reaches out willingly to the waters. Visions stalk the minds of the unwary and the path forward is not clear. The mountains around the Landing have become unstable. In this dark time there are some in Icemule and even some in the Landing who seek peaceful accord with ancient foes, seek to tame that which has stalked us, killed our brethren, sacrificed our friends for their own glory.

The enemy’s fleet has terrorized our waters for many years, Talbot Dabbings kin saw them for what they were, they have proven themselves untrustworthy time and time again but still there are voices in the North that claim we can make peace with them. Even in the Landing, which has suffered attacks from this enemy more than any other, there is talk of working out an accord despite the past.

Why would anyone think that such a foe will change behavior overnight just because they need land? When we have seen their dark magic and all its corruption, we have felt the bit of their blade and heard their useless barking? They are mighty now, this is true, but that does not make them an ally worth inviting in it just makes them a threat worth holding back.

Some say we must seek an accord because failure to treat with them will cause them to migrate against our will. Did we become so meek that we bow to any threat no matter how vile the forces behind the threat? Is this not the North that has held up against impossible odds before? The birth place of Black Wolves that held off Ta’vaalor in ancient days? The place where Krolvin Armadas break, not against the rocky shore, but against the iron will of the defenders? They may be strong but that has never been a barrier in the past.

Some say the enemy’s problem are a result of their own making...and this surely can be true because they have sewn a field of evil seeds and now must deal with the consequences. It is not for us to give them a new field to plant and destroy with their wicked ways.

If kind hearts demand refuge be given to the ancient foe then let them change their ways and THEN be accepted. Do not let them bring the rites and rituals of their homeland into the North to continue to spread darkness. Do not give them a new patch of dirt from which to lash out against more innocent lives and cause more destruction. Only in changing can they become more than a threat to the North.

== A Guide to Cooking Rolton: A Delightful Compendium of Recipes from the Free North ==

[[File:FNNMrhowler.png|375px|thumb|left|Master Chef Howlen, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Draelor]]

By: Master Howlen

Preface:
In this esteemed compendium, we shall embark upon a gastronomic journey through the art of preparing and savoring rolton, a noble and tasty creature that graces our tables with its delicate flesh. Drawing inspiration from the culinary wisdom of northern chefs, we shall unravel the secrets of transforming rolton meat into delectable dishes fit for the discerning palate of the gentry. Let us delve into the techniques and recipes that shall transport you to the kitchens of yore.

[[File:FNNCookingrolton1.png|375px|thumb|left|Cooking Rolton, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]

Chapter 1: Selecting and Preparing the Rolton
Choosing the Rolton:
To commence this culinary endeavor, select a young and tender rolton, preferably between six months and one year old. Seek an animal that has been reared on a diet of fresh pasture, as this shall impart a superior flavor to the meat. Older roltons may be harder to eat and may try and kill you.

Dressing the Rolton:
Begin by skillfully dressing the rolton, ensuring a thorough removal of the hide while preserving the purity of the meat. With expert precision, separate the limbs, ribs, and loins, readying them for the sublime culinary creations to come.

Traditional Cooking Techniques
Roasting and Spit-Roasting:
In the noble tradition of the north, roasting is a preferred method for cooking rolton. Secure the meat upon a spit, skillfully turning it over the fire until the outer layer crisps to a golden hue, while the inner succulence remains intact. Basting with a delectable concoction of melted butter, herbs, and aromatic spices shall elevate the flavors to unparalleled heights.

Stewing and Braising:
To tame the tougher cuts and infuse the meat with a symphony of flavors, the art of stewing and braising shall be employed. With great care, place the marinated meat into a vessel with aromatic vegetables, herbs, and a carefully measured amount of stock or wine. Allow the concoction to simmer gently, tenderizing the rolton and imbuing it with the essence of the ingredients.

A Selection of Traditional Recipes
Rolton Ragout with Herbs and Root Vegetables:
Begin by marinating the rolton meat in a delicate blend of wine, herbs, and spices for several hours. In a cauldron over a gentle fire, combine the marinated meat with a medley of root vegetables, such as carrots, parsnips, and turnips. Allow the flavors to meld together as they slowly simmer. Serve this fragrant ragout as a centerpiece to grace the tables of esteemed guests.

Grilled Rolton Chops with Rosemary and Garlic:
Prepare the rolton chops by marinating them with crushed garlic, fresh rosemary, and a drizzle of fine olive oil. Place the marinated chops upon a grill over a bed of glowing coals, allowing the flames to kiss the meat, while retaining its tenderness. Turn the chops with care, ensuring an even char, and present them with pride, their flavors enhanced by the simplicity of the ingredients.

Slow-Roasted Leg of Rolton with Juniper and Thyme:
Marinate the leg of rolton in a heady blend of juniper berries, thyme, red wine, and vinegar. Place it in a roasting pan, adorning it with fragrant sprigs of thyme. Roast it slowly in a well-regulated oven until the flesh yields effortlessly to the fork

In Conclusion:
From rustic dish to flavorful journeys that soothe the soul Rolton is famous on the tables of the North, perhaps it can be famous on your table as well!

[[File:FNNCookingrolton2.png|375px|thumb|left|Cooking Rolton, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]

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DIEHLS: /* A Guide to Cooking Rolton: A Delightful Compendium of Recipes from the Free North */

{{creative-work | title = The Free North News Issue #5| type = Newspaper| author = Various}}

'''OOC Disclaimer: The following is about Empire, revolution, settler colonialism, and it’s many consequences. The opinions stated here are to be taken in character and should not be taken as out of character judgements. It is intended as in chracter rhetoric. Except that we should have a rolton cryptid. Oh and do not insert into any orifices. Or do, I’m just not legally responsible for it.'''

'''IC Disclaimer: The Black Thorns are more of a collective, and less of a organization with heirachy and a roster. Please do not take the perspective of one member to apply to all of us.'''

[[File:Freenorthnews.png|375px|thumb|Right|Created in Midjourney Edited by player of Ceilia & Dendum uploaded by player of Dendum]]

== The Faerinn Well, Notes from the Editor ==
[[File:Peoplesenvoy.jpg|375px|thumb|left|The People's Envoy, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]
'''OOC Disclaimer: The following are the in character views of Faerinn. While things may be embellished or exaggerated to help make a point or to entertain, the facts stated here are as far as Faerinn is aware true.'''
I call to those who call Wehnimer’s Landing home and thank you for once again putting up with another campaign by me.

I came here a refugee time and time again. People say I hate Imperials, but forget that I came here as one. And I went back to Talador time and time again only to be driven out by one half-human progrom after another. I thought Talador was my home, because I was born there. The Landing always took me back no questions asked. It took years after the destruction of Talador to realize that my real home was here all alone.

I don’t hate the people of the Empire. I don’t even hate the Empire itself Not What I hate are the machinations of Imperialism. The systems that oppress everyone in its borders from Sun Throne to South Haven. The mechanisms that produce great heros, but rewards the greatest villains. As Jovery fought Hochstib on our behalf, the Sentinal had no issue with also accepting Hochstib’s claims for for the Sun Throne. A system that can’t but help to subjugate and expand as the top of the pyramid hoard more and more resources.

I’ve lost so much to this machine. Loss that is incalculable and incomprehensible except to Aletoi from Bre’Nere. I watch the reactions from the Reach, and I don’t think I can do it again. I don’t have it in me to lose another home. That is how you can know I am genuine. This is my guarantee to serve you to the very best of my abilities.

Whether it was the intentional or not, once this position came up for a vote to the citizens of the Landing the position changed from someone who reports to the Mayor, Council, and Sentinal. This is a brand new position now that, one that is beholden not only to the voters, but all the residents of the Landing.

'''The People's Envoy.'''

I will be taking your concerns abroad not that of the Elites. I’m not taking just the Consortium’s concerns abroad, nor just the Empire’s, nor just the Mayors, but EVERYONES.

If you deem to have me, I will be your Envoy. To take your concerns and issues not only to Imperial interests, but to renew our languishing relationships to the North and the East.

'''Faerinn Greatsinger, Esq, of Talador and Loenthra'''

'''Rumor Woods, Koaratos, 5123'''

== News for the North! ==
[[File:FNNMalwindeatsrocks1.png|375px|thumb|right|Baron Malwind tries Rock Tending, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

* Dwarven Emissaries Travel Across The Lands- Under the mountain the human empire is discussed but the dwarves decide to remain neutral for now.

* Icemule- A Dwarven Caravan is attacked. The Mayor plans to sends condolences to the mountain.

* Sol Haven- Rumors abound of children eating rocks after misunderstanding certain cultural oddities of Aldora.

* Wehnimer's Landing- Envoy selection takes place the world waits in anticipation to see who will speak for the Landing.

== Everything You're Dreaming ==
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Elidal's the greatest force of good you're ever seeing
We'd surely fall to ruin if not for his intervening
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Because of the parade of threats we've faced for many years
This Elidal is taking steps to now assuage our fears
And so one day he made a vow of some contentious prose
The biggest vow I've heard by now and this is how it goes:

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Hope and safety, wealth and wisdom, deeper inner meaning
He's the apex, he's the leadership that we've been needing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Now, it might seem precocious, like your lives are a disgrace
Or it might seem atrocious, like your heroes die a waste
But all the blood shed by our fallen fighters need not fail
Just ally now with Elidal or it's to no avail

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Not to sound too grand or condescending or demeaning
But have you seen the trouble this frontier is always gleaning?
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

(You could say it nearly backwards:
Dreaming your everything will bring Darkstone of barony...
But that's going a bit too far, don't you think?)

So as you face down yet more wars you didn't need to fight
Reflect on Eli's words and how he'll be our shining light
You'd better ponder carefully since this could change your life
For example: a permanent stability that sees the end of strife

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Lift you out of hopeless doubts and fears since they're deceiving
If you say it oft enough, you'll find yourself believing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

== Ask Lithyia ==

[[File:FNNcultsymbol1.png|375px|thumb|left|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

'''Dear Lithyia'''

Every morning a dwarf smelling of liquor breaks into my shop and smashes all the vases claiming he is looking for “real gems”. I tried locking the doors, and barring the windows but he just passes through them like a ghost. Please advise.

Vaseless in Vornavis

'''Dear Vaseless in Vornavis,'''

Something I have learned over the years is that the fastest way to many dwarve’s hearts is through freshly made brew. I recommend you get your hands on a still and begin leaving “gifts” outside your shop for this dwarf. You should notice you no longer need to lock the doors or bar the windows because you will find them passed out drunk in front of your shop. You can then haul them off yourself or pay some youngin who needs a few silvers to do it for you. If you do not have access to a still, seek me out. I am a brewmaster and would be happy to craft some specialities just for you and this…situation.

Fresh brew is best brew!
Miss Lithy

'''Dear Lithyia,'''

I find myself in a most peculiar predicament—one that has left me pondering the ethics of my choices. You see, I have become entangled in an intriguing, yet probably evil, cult. The allure of their secret rituals and promises of enlightenment initially drew me in, but now I'm plagued with doubts. Should I stay in this malevolent cult, embracing its dark path, or should I break free from its clutches and seek a more morally upright existence? Please help me navigate this moral maze, Lithyia, for I fear I'm teetering on the edge of eternal damnation.

Sincerely,

Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics

'''Dear Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics,'''

Having never been involved in a cult myself or having any experience related to them I must ponder on this a bit. Have they threatened you or someone you love? If so, I would suggest removing yourself from them as soon as possible. I might also recommend some new wrist, arm and ankle sheaths to carry additional…implements. One can never be too careful. As for whether you should seek a more morally upright existence, I don’t think you need to fully sacrifice who you may be as a person just because things didn’t work out the way you hoped with this group.

Regards,
Miss Lithy

== Turamzyrrian Empire's Dark Legacy Unveiled: Evil Cult Hiding in Solhaven Sends Assassins into the Free North ==

[[File:FNNDarklegacyarticle1.png|375px|thumb|right|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Dendum]]

Byline: Dorper Eweherder

A dark cloud of treachery looms over the realm of Elanthia as the infamous Turamzyrrian Empire's troubled past comes to light once again. Known for its historical deeply ingrained racist policies and discriminatory practices, the empire now stands accused of shielding an insidious cult that has unleashed assassins into the once tranquil lands of the Free North. The revelation has sent shockwaves throughout the realm, exposing the Empire's complicity in this heinous plot.

For centuries, the Turamzyrrian Empire has held a notorious reputation for its divisive policies, fostering an environment of inequality and prejudice. Its discriminatory practices, targeting non-human races, have sown discord and resentment among the diverse populations of Elanthia. These issues have been made more troublesome when coupled with its militaristic campaigns of subjegation towards its neighbours.

Now, as the truth unravels, it has come to light that the empire has been sheltering and aiding an evil cult known as the Order of Eternal Light. This secretive and malevolent organization has dispatched assassins into the unsuspecting lands of the Free North, destabilizing the region and trying to strike fear and chaos among its inhabitants.

The Order of Eternal Light, notorious for their questionable membership and history of promoting the Lornon agenda, has found refuge within the empire's borders, shielded by its militaristic policies, authoritarian rule, and willful blindness. Their nefarious activities, supported by the Empire's resources and protection, have targeted key figures and leaders in the Free North, plunging the region into a state of wariness.

A group of courageous adventurers, driven by a relentless pursuit of justice, managed to peel back the layers of secrecy surrounding the Empire's unholy alliance with the Order of Eternal Light. Through their tenacious efforts, evidence linking high-ranking Empire Sympathizer to the cult's activities came to light, exposing the empire's complicity in this sinister plot.

We thank those brave souls who were former and current members of the Order who risked their lives helping expose the corruption.

The revelation has ignited a firestorm of outrage and condemnation throughout the Free North and beyond. Leaders and communities have united in their denouncement of the empire's aggressive stance in the sovereign territory of other people and its collaboration with an evil cult. Calls for justice and swift action reverberate through the halls of free people everywhere, demanding accountability for those responsible.

In response to mounting accusations, the Turamzyrrian Empire's representatives will scramble to distance themselves from the scandal, issuing statements condemning the cult's actions and denying any knowledge of their collaboration. However, the people of the Free North and the realm at large will remain skeptical, seeing these claims as a feeble attempt to salvage the empire's past reputation in light of recent efforts to rebrand itself.

As tensions escalate between the Free North and the Turamzyrrian Empire, Elanthia stands on the brink of an epic confrontation. The Free North, known for its resilience and commitment to justice, rallies its forces in a united front against the empire's tyranny. With swords raised and magic at their disposal, they stand ready to face the combined might of the empire and the Order of Eternal Light, vowing to restore peace and expose the truth.

The fate of Elanthia hangs in the balance as the forces of darkness threaten to engulf the realm. Will the Free North succeed in reclaiming its autonomy and defeating the evil that has been nurtured by the empire's feudal policies? Only time will tell, as the realm braces itself for an epic clash between justice and oppression.

== The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor ==

[[File:FNNRWad1.png|375px|thumb|left|Advertisement, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor

Deep in the heart of Wehnimer's Landing, an organization flourishes, embodying the principles of unity, strength, and honor. They are the Ord An Dragan, a revered clan that has etched its name in the annals of history as stalwart protectors of the realm.

Forged in the fires of chaos, the Ord An Dragan emerged during the Age of Chaos, when a battle raged at Shadow Guard. In an unprecedented display of unity, a diverse alliance formed, consisting of Dwarves, Giantmen, Elven Houses, Humans, Sylvans, Halflings, and many others. This union, a testament to the power of collaboration, turned the tide of war, forever changing the course of the realm's destiny.

Witnessing the transformative impact of this alliance, the members of the Ord An Dragan clan embraced their role as custodians of unity. They understood that strength lay not in isolation, but in the harmonious integration of different races and creeds. Their numbers and influence grew, establishing them as the last line of defense for the survival of Elanthia.

Through the ages, the Ord An Dragan clan quietly and steadfastly fulfilled their sacred duty. They became the watchful eyes, the meticulous record keepers, and the nurturing force behind the values they held dear. From the discovery of the Gnomes to the arrivals of the Erithians and Aelotoi, the Ord An Dragan clan stood witness to these pivotal events, safeguarding the fragile balance of the realm.

When the Aelotoi were attacked by the Kiramon, it was the Ord An Dragan clan who joined forces with the Ta’Illistim guards to defend them. This marked the first official record of their presence in the environs of Ta’Illistim. However, it was in Wehnimer's Landing that they found their true home—a haven for diversity due to its status as a port city and its proximity to various lands.

Embodying the creed established by the Drakes, the Ord An Dragan clan became arbiters of justice and cultivators of honor. Within their ranks, individuals found a sanctuary where their potentials were nurtured and protected. The unity of their powers, akin to the might of a dragon, fortified their resolve to safeguard the realm.

In the face of waning dragon numbers, the Ord An Dragan took up the mantle of guardianship. They pledged to honor the strength in unity, working tirelessly to ensure the coexistence of all races and the triumph of righteousness. Monthly meetings, though sometimes dismissed as "borin'" by a few immature members, serve as a testament to the clan's commitment to fostering unity, sharing wisdom, and upholding their cherished values.

Today, the Ord An Dragan stands as a shining beacon in Wehnimer's Landing, a symbol of unity and honor. They have dedicated themselves to the well-being of the realm, protecting it from the encroachment of darkness. In their footsteps, new generations are guided and inspired to carry forward the legacy of the Ord An Dragan, preserving the realm's harmony and safeguarding its future.

May their noble endeavors continue to inspire all who seek a world built upon unity, strength, and honor.

== Help Wanted/Classifieds ==

== "Sheep's Wool: A Flock Too Far in Courtly Fashion" ==

[[File:FNNroltonfashion1.png|375px|thumb|left|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

By Madam Maedat

In an age where courtly fashion knows no bounds, one cannot help but marvel at the relentless obsession with sheep's wool. It seems that every nobleman and noblewoman, from the grandest castle to the lowliest manor, must drape themselves in the fluffy fabric of these humble farm creatures. Verily, we have reached a point where sheep's wool has become the cornerstone of court couture, and I am compelled to raise my quill in mock astonishment at this woolly madness.

Gone are the days of intricate embroidery and fine silks that adorned the aristocracy. Now, one can hardly tell a lord from a shepherd at first glance, for they are all swathed in wool from head to toe. It is as if they have declared a silent allegiance to the noble sheep, or are suffering in a secret love affair with some rolton, forsaking all other materials in favor of their cozy, albeit predictable, charm.

Let us take a moment to ponder the origins of this fashion frenzy. Sheep, creatures blessed with abundant fleece, have long been cherished for their warmth and versatility. Their wool has provided countless garments throughout history, but today it seems the demand has reached unprecedented heights. It is as if our courtly denizens, from Allace to Trauntor, have entered into a pact with the sheep, vying to outdo one another in their excessive display of ovine devotion.

Behold, the ladies parading in their woolen gowns, each step accompanied by the sound of gentle baas. Their dressmakers laboriously sculpt these garments, ensuring no inch of their noble forms remains untouched by the woolly embrace. Layers upon layers of the stuff are piled on, transforming them into walking clouds of fluff. It is a wonder they do not float away, carried off by a strong gust of wind or a playful ram.

The gentlemen fare no better, donning woolen doublets, cloaks, and even leggings. They walk with a perpetual itch, for who among them can withstand the tickling sensation that accompanies an entire outfit fashioned from wool? Yet, they persist, prancing about in their woolly attire as if they have forgotten the existence of other fabrics entirely.

Alas, even the knights who once gleamed in shining armor have succumbed to the pull of sheep's wool. No longer do they ride into battle, clad in protective steel; instead, they charge forth covered head to toe in woolen armor. One wonders if their adversaries will die from laughter before they can even draw their swords.

I implore the courtly elite to reconsider their devotion to sheep's wool. Surely there are other fabrics worthy of their attention? Let us not forget the delicate touch of velvet, the shimmer of satin, or the regal flow of brocade. Our forefathers would turn in their graves if they witnessed such a woolly takeover of fashion.

In conclusion, dear readers, let us remember the time-honored lesson of moderation. While sheep's wool undeniably has its place in courtly fashion, its ubiquity threatens to transform our noble courts into pastures. Let us reclaim the elegance and diversity that once graced our wardrobes, lest we become a flock of fashion sheep, forever caught in the woolly embrace of mediocrity.

== All Enemies Can Not Change by Dendum ==

[[File:FNNRWad2.png|375px|thumb|right|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

Great disturbances occur in the Free North. The ground itself shakes under Icemule and fire reaches out willingly to the waters. Visions stalk the minds of the unwary and the path forward is not clear. The mountains around the Landing have become unstable. In this dark time there are some in Icemule and even some in the Landing who seek peaceful accord with ancient foes, seek to tame that which has stalked us, killed our brethren, sacrificed our friends for their own glory.

The enemy’s fleet has terrorized our waters for many years, Talbot Dabbings kin saw them for what they were, they have proven themselves untrustworthy time and time again but still there are voices in the North that claim we can make peace with them. Even in the Landing, which has suffered attacks from this enemy more than any other, there is talk of working out an accord despite the past.

Why would anyone think that such a foe will change behavior overnight just because they need land? When we have seen their dark magic and all its corruption, we have felt the bit of their blade and heard their useless barking? They are mighty now, this is true, but that does not make them an ally worth inviting in it just makes them a threat worth holding back.

Some say we must seek an accord because failure to treat with them will cause them to migrate against our will. Did we become so meek that we bow to any threat no matter how vile the forces behind the threat? Is this not the North that has held up against impossible odds before? The birth place of Black Wolves that held off Ta’vaalor in ancient days? The place where Krolvin Armadas break, not against the rocky shore, but against the iron will of the defenders? They may be strong but that has never been a barrier in the past.

Some say the enemy’s problem are a result of their own making...and this surely can be true because they have sewn a field of evil seeds and now must deal with the consequences. It is not for us to give them a new field to plant and destroy with their wicked ways.

If kind hearts demand refuge be given to the ancient foe then let them change their ways and THEN be accepted. Do not let them bring the rites and rituals of their homeland into the North to continue to spread darkness. Do not give them a new patch of dirt from which to lash out against more innocent lives and cause more destruction. Only in changing can they become more than a threat to the North.

== A Guide to Cooking Rolton: A Delightful Compendium of Recipes from the Free North ==

[[File:FNNMrhowler.png|375px|thumb|right|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

By: Master Howlen

Preface:
In this esteemed compendium, we shall embark upon a gastronomic journey through the art of preparing and savoring rolton, a noble and tasty creature that graces our tables with its delicate flesh. Drawing inspiration from the culinary wisdom of northern chefs, we shall unravel the secrets of transforming rolton meat into delectable dishes fit for the discerning palate of the gentry. Let us delve into the techniques and recipes that shall transport you to the kitchens of yore.

Chapter 1: Selecting and Preparing the Rolton
Choosing the Rolton:
To commence this culinary endeavor, select a young and tender rolton, preferably between six months and one year old. Seek an animal that has been reared on a diet of fresh pasture, as this shall impart a superior flavor to the meat. Older roltons may be harder to eat and may try and kill you.

Dressing the Rolton:
Begin by skillfully dressing the rolton, ensuring a thorough removal of the hide while preserving the purity of the meat. With expert precision, separate the limbs, ribs, and loins, readying them for the sublime culinary creations to come.

Traditional Cooking Techniques
Roasting and Spit-Roasting:
In the noble tradition of the north, roasting is a preferred method for cooking rolton. Secure the meat upon a spit, skillfully turning it over the fire until the outer layer crisps to a golden hue, while the inner succulence remains intact. Basting with a delectable concoction of melted butter, herbs, and aromatic spices shall elevate the flavors to unparalleled heights.

Stewing and Braising:
To tame the tougher cuts and infuse the meat with a symphony of flavors, the art of stewing and braising shall be employed. With great care, place the marinated meat into a vessel with aromatic vegetables, herbs, and a carefully measured amount of stock or wine. Allow the concoction to simmer gently, tenderizing the rolton and imbuing it with the essence of the ingredients.

A Selection of Traditional Recipes
Rolton Ragout with Herbs and Root Vegetables:
Begin by marinating the rolton meat in a delicate blend of wine, herbs, and spices for several hours. In a cauldron over a gentle fire, combine the marinated meat with a medley of root vegetables, such as carrots, parsnips, and turnips. Allow the flavors to meld together as they slowly simmer. Serve this fragrant ragout as a centerpiece to grace the tables of esteemed guests.

Grilled Rolton Chops with Rosemary and Garlic:
Prepare the rolton chops by marinating them with crushed garlic, fresh rosemary, and a drizzle of fine olive oil. Place the marinated chops upon a grill over a bed of glowing coals, allowing the flames to kiss the meat, while retaining its tenderness. Turn the chops with care, ensuring an even char, and present them with pride, their flavors enhanced by the simplicity of the ingredients.

Slow-Roasted Leg of Rolton with Juniper and Thyme:
Marinate the leg of rolton in a heady blend of juniper berries, thyme, red wine, and vinegar. Place it in a roasting pan, adorning it with fragrant sprigs of thyme. Roast it slowly in a well-regulated oven until the flesh yields effortlessly to the fork

In Conclusion:
From rustic dish to flavorful journeys that soothe the soul Rolton is famous on the tables of the North, perhaps it can be famous on your table as well!

User:DIEHLS

2023-07-04T14:15:14Z

DIEHLS: /* A Guide to Cooking Rolton: A Delightful Compendium of Recipes from the Free North */

{{creative-work | title = The Free North News Issue #5| type = Newspaper| author = Various}}

'''OOC Disclaimer: The following is about Empire, revolution, settler colonialism, and it’s many consequences. The opinions stated here are to be taken in character and should not be taken as out of character judgements. It is intended as in chracter rhetoric. Except that we should have a rolton cryptid. Oh and do not insert into any orifices. Or do, I’m just not legally responsible for it.'''

'''IC Disclaimer: The Black Thorns are more of a collective, and less of a organization with heirachy and a roster. Please do not take the perspective of one member to apply to all of us.'''

[[File:Freenorthnews.png|375px|thumb|Right|Created in Midjourney Edited by player of Ceilia & Dendum uploaded by player of Dendum]]

== The Faerinn Well, Notes from the Editor ==
[[File:Peoplesenvoy.jpg|375px|thumb|left|The People's Envoy, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]
'''OOC Disclaimer: The following are the in character views of Faerinn. While things may be embellished or exaggerated to help make a point or to entertain, the facts stated here are as far as Faerinn is aware true.'''
I call to those who call Wehnimer’s Landing home and thank you for once again putting up with another campaign by me.

I came here a refugee time and time again. People say I hate Imperials, but forget that I came here as one. And I went back to Talador time and time again only to be driven out by one half-human progrom after another. I thought Talador was my home, because I was born there. The Landing always took me back no questions asked. It took years after the destruction of Talador to realize that my real home was here all alone.

I don’t hate the people of the Empire. I don’t even hate the Empire itself Not What I hate are the machinations of Imperialism. The systems that oppress everyone in its borders from Sun Throne to South Haven. The mechanisms that produce great heros, but rewards the greatest villains. As Jovery fought Hochstib on our behalf, the Sentinal had no issue with also accepting Hochstib’s claims for for the Sun Throne. A system that can’t but help to subjugate and expand as the top of the pyramid hoard more and more resources.

I’ve lost so much to this machine. Loss that is incalculable and incomprehensible except to Aletoi from Bre’Nere. I watch the reactions from the Reach, and I don’t think I can do it again. I don’t have it in me to lose another home. That is how you can know I am genuine. This is my guarantee to serve you to the very best of my abilities.

Whether it was the intentional or not, once this position came up for a vote to the citizens of the Landing the position changed from someone who reports to the Mayor, Council, and Sentinal. This is a brand new position now that, one that is beholden not only to the voters, but all the residents of the Landing.

'''The People's Envoy.'''

I will be taking your concerns abroad not that of the Elites. I’m not taking just the Consortium’s concerns abroad, nor just the Empire’s, nor just the Mayors, but EVERYONES.

If you deem to have me, I will be your Envoy. To take your concerns and issues not only to Imperial interests, but to renew our languishing relationships to the North and the East.

'''Faerinn Greatsinger, Esq, of Talador and Loenthra'''

'''Rumor Woods, Koaratos, 5123'''

== News for the North! ==
[[File:FNNMalwindeatsrocks1.png|375px|thumb|right|Baron Malwind tries Rock Tending, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

* Dwarven Emissaries Travel Across The Lands- Under the mountain the human empire is discussed but the dwarves decide to remain neutral for now.

* Icemule- A Dwarven Caravan is attacked. The Mayor plans to sends condolences to the mountain.

* Sol Haven- Rumors abound of children eating rocks after misunderstanding certain cultural oddities of Aldora.

* Wehnimer's Landing- Envoy selection takes place the world waits in anticipation to see who will speak for the Landing.

== Everything You're Dreaming ==
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Elidal's the greatest force of good you're ever seeing
We'd surely fall to ruin if not for his intervening
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Because of the parade of threats we've faced for many years
This Elidal is taking steps to now assuage our fears
And so one day he made a vow of some contentious prose
The biggest vow I've heard by now and this is how it goes:

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Hope and safety, wealth and wisdom, deeper inner meaning
He's the apex, he's the leadership that we've been needing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Now, it might seem precocious, like your lives are a disgrace
Or it might seem atrocious, like your heroes die a waste
But all the blood shed by our fallen fighters need not fail
Just ally now with Elidal or it's to no avail

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Not to sound too grand or condescending or demeaning
But have you seen the trouble this frontier is always gleaning?
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

(You could say it nearly backwards:
Dreaming your everything will bring Darkstone of barony...
But that's going a bit too far, don't you think?)

So as you face down yet more wars you didn't need to fight
Reflect on Eli's words and how he'll be our shining light
You'd better ponder carefully since this could change your life
For example: a permanent stability that sees the end of strife

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Lift you out of hopeless doubts and fears since they're deceiving
If you say it oft enough, you'll find yourself believing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

== Ask Lithyia ==

[[File:FNNcultsymbol1.png|375px|thumb|left|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

'''Dear Lithyia'''

Every morning a dwarf smelling of liquor breaks into my shop and smashes all the vases claiming he is looking for “real gems”. I tried locking the doors, and barring the windows but he just passes through them like a ghost. Please advise.

Vaseless in Vornavis

'''Dear Vaseless in Vornavis,'''

Something I have learned over the years is that the fastest way to many dwarve’s hearts is through freshly made brew. I recommend you get your hands on a still and begin leaving “gifts” outside your shop for this dwarf. You should notice you no longer need to lock the doors or bar the windows because you will find them passed out drunk in front of your shop. You can then haul them off yourself or pay some youngin who needs a few silvers to do it for you. If you do not have access to a still, seek me out. I am a brewmaster and would be happy to craft some specialities just for you and this…situation.

Fresh brew is best brew!
Miss Lithy

'''Dear Lithyia,'''

I find myself in a most peculiar predicament—one that has left me pondering the ethics of my choices. You see, I have become entangled in an intriguing, yet probably evil, cult. The allure of their secret rituals and promises of enlightenment initially drew me in, but now I'm plagued with doubts. Should I stay in this malevolent cult, embracing its dark path, or should I break free from its clutches and seek a more morally upright existence? Please help me navigate this moral maze, Lithyia, for I fear I'm teetering on the edge of eternal damnation.

Sincerely,

Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics

'''Dear Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics,'''

Having never been involved in a cult myself or having any experience related to them I must ponder on this a bit. Have they threatened you or someone you love? If so, I would suggest removing yourself from them as soon as possible. I might also recommend some new wrist, arm and ankle sheaths to carry additional…implements. One can never be too careful. As for whether you should seek a more morally upright existence, I don’t think you need to fully sacrifice who you may be as a person just because things didn’t work out the way you hoped with this group.

Regards,
Miss Lithy

== Turamzyrrian Empire's Dark Legacy Unveiled: Evil Cult Hiding in Solhaven Sends Assassins into the Free North ==

[[File:FNNDarklegacyarticle1.png|375px|thumb|right|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Dendum]]

Byline: Dorper Eweherder

A dark cloud of treachery looms over the realm of Elanthia as the infamous Turamzyrrian Empire's troubled past comes to light once again. Known for its historical deeply ingrained racist policies and discriminatory practices, the empire now stands accused of shielding an insidious cult that has unleashed assassins into the once tranquil lands of the Free North. The revelation has sent shockwaves throughout the realm, exposing the Empire's complicity in this heinous plot.

For centuries, the Turamzyrrian Empire has held a notorious reputation for its divisive policies, fostering an environment of inequality and prejudice. Its discriminatory practices, targeting non-human races, have sown discord and resentment among the diverse populations of Elanthia. These issues have been made more troublesome when coupled with its militaristic campaigns of subjegation towards its neighbours.

Now, as the truth unravels, it has come to light that the empire has been sheltering and aiding an evil cult known as the Order of Eternal Light. This secretive and malevolent organization has dispatched assassins into the unsuspecting lands of the Free North, destabilizing the region and trying to strike fear and chaos among its inhabitants.

The Order of Eternal Light, notorious for their questionable membership and history of promoting the Lornon agenda, has found refuge within the empire's borders, shielded by its militaristic policies, authoritarian rule, and willful blindness. Their nefarious activities, supported by the Empire's resources and protection, have targeted key figures and leaders in the Free North, plunging the region into a state of wariness.

A group of courageous adventurers, driven by a relentless pursuit of justice, managed to peel back the layers of secrecy surrounding the Empire's unholy alliance with the Order of Eternal Light. Through their tenacious efforts, evidence linking high-ranking Empire Sympathizer to the cult's activities came to light, exposing the empire's complicity in this sinister plot.

We thank those brave souls who were former and current members of the Order who risked their lives helping expose the corruption.

The revelation has ignited a firestorm of outrage and condemnation throughout the Free North and beyond. Leaders and communities have united in their denouncement of the empire's aggressive stance in the sovereign territory of other people and its collaboration with an evil cult. Calls for justice and swift action reverberate through the halls of free people everywhere, demanding accountability for those responsible.

In response to mounting accusations, the Turamzyrrian Empire's representatives will scramble to distance themselves from the scandal, issuing statements condemning the cult's actions and denying any knowledge of their collaboration. However, the people of the Free North and the realm at large will remain skeptical, seeing these claims as a feeble attempt to salvage the empire's past reputation in light of recent efforts to rebrand itself.

As tensions escalate between the Free North and the Turamzyrrian Empire, Elanthia stands on the brink of an epic confrontation. The Free North, known for its resilience and commitment to justice, rallies its forces in a united front against the empire's tyranny. With swords raised and magic at their disposal, they stand ready to face the combined might of the empire and the Order of Eternal Light, vowing to restore peace and expose the truth.

The fate of Elanthia hangs in the balance as the forces of darkness threaten to engulf the realm. Will the Free North succeed in reclaiming its autonomy and defeating the evil that has been nurtured by the empire's feudal policies? Only time will tell, as the realm braces itself for an epic clash between justice and oppression.

== The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor ==

[[File:FNNRWad1.png|375px|thumb|left|Advertisement, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor

Deep in the heart of Wehnimer's Landing, an organization flourishes, embodying the principles of unity, strength, and honor. They are the Ord An Dragan, a revered clan that has etched its name in the annals of history as stalwart protectors of the realm.

Forged in the fires of chaos, the Ord An Dragan emerged during the Age of Chaos, when a battle raged at Shadow Guard. In an unprecedented display of unity, a diverse alliance formed, consisting of Dwarves, Giantmen, Elven Houses, Humans, Sylvans, Halflings, and many others. This union, a testament to the power of collaboration, turned the tide of war, forever changing the course of the realm's destiny.

Witnessing the transformative impact of this alliance, the members of the Ord An Dragan clan embraced their role as custodians of unity. They understood that strength lay not in isolation, but in the harmonious integration of different races and creeds. Their numbers and influence grew, establishing them as the last line of defense for the survival of Elanthia.

Through the ages, the Ord An Dragan clan quietly and steadfastly fulfilled their sacred duty. They became the watchful eyes, the meticulous record keepers, and the nurturing force behind the values they held dear. From the discovery of the Gnomes to the arrivals of the Erithians and Aelotoi, the Ord An Dragan clan stood witness to these pivotal events, safeguarding the fragile balance of the realm.

When the Aelotoi were attacked by the Kiramon, it was the Ord An Dragan clan who joined forces with the Ta’Illistim guards to defend them. This marked the first official record of their presence in the environs of Ta’Illistim. However, it was in Wehnimer's Landing that they found their true home—a haven for diversity due to its status as a port city and its proximity to various lands.

Embodying the creed established by the Drakes, the Ord An Dragan clan became arbiters of justice and cultivators of honor. Within their ranks, individuals found a sanctuary where their potentials were nurtured and protected. The unity of their powers, akin to the might of a dragon, fortified their resolve to safeguard the realm.

In the face of waning dragon numbers, the Ord An Dragan took up the mantle of guardianship. They pledged to honor the strength in unity, working tirelessly to ensure the coexistence of all races and the triumph of righteousness. Monthly meetings, though sometimes dismissed as "borin'" by a few immature members, serve as a testament to the clan's commitment to fostering unity, sharing wisdom, and upholding their cherished values.

Today, the Ord An Dragan stands as a shining beacon in Wehnimer's Landing, a symbol of unity and honor. They have dedicated themselves to the well-being of the realm, protecting it from the encroachment of darkness. In their footsteps, new generations are guided and inspired to carry forward the legacy of the Ord An Dragan, preserving the realm's harmony and safeguarding its future.

May their noble endeavors continue to inspire all who seek a world built upon unity, strength, and honor.

== Help Wanted/Classifieds ==

== "Sheep's Wool: A Flock Too Far in Courtly Fashion" ==

[[File:FNNroltonfashion1.png|375px|thumb|left|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

By Madam Maedat

In an age where courtly fashion knows no bounds, one cannot help but marvel at the relentless obsession with sheep's wool. It seems that every nobleman and noblewoman, from the grandest castle to the lowliest manor, must drape themselves in the fluffy fabric of these humble farm creatures. Verily, we have reached a point where sheep's wool has become the cornerstone of court couture, and I am compelled to raise my quill in mock astonishment at this woolly madness.

Gone are the days of intricate embroidery and fine silks that adorned the aristocracy. Now, one can hardly tell a lord from a shepherd at first glance, for they are all swathed in wool from head to toe. It is as if they have declared a silent allegiance to the noble sheep, or are suffering in a secret love affair with some rolton, forsaking all other materials in favor of their cozy, albeit predictable, charm.

Let us take a moment to ponder the origins of this fashion frenzy. Sheep, creatures blessed with abundant fleece, have long been cherished for their warmth and versatility. Their wool has provided countless garments throughout history, but today it seems the demand has reached unprecedented heights. It is as if our courtly denizens, from Allace to Trauntor, have entered into a pact with the sheep, vying to outdo one another in their excessive display of ovine devotion.

Behold, the ladies parading in their woolen gowns, each step accompanied by the sound of gentle baas. Their dressmakers laboriously sculpt these garments, ensuring no inch of their noble forms remains untouched by the woolly embrace. Layers upon layers of the stuff are piled on, transforming them into walking clouds of fluff. It is a wonder they do not float away, carried off by a strong gust of wind or a playful ram.

The gentlemen fare no better, donning woolen doublets, cloaks, and even leggings. They walk with a perpetual itch, for who among them can withstand the tickling sensation that accompanies an entire outfit fashioned from wool? Yet, they persist, prancing about in their woolly attire as if they have forgotten the existence of other fabrics entirely.

Alas, even the knights who once gleamed in shining armor have succumbed to the pull of sheep's wool. No longer do they ride into battle, clad in protective steel; instead, they charge forth covered head to toe in woolen armor. One wonders if their adversaries will die from laughter before they can even draw their swords.

I implore the courtly elite to reconsider their devotion to sheep's wool. Surely there are other fabrics worthy of their attention? Let us not forget the delicate touch of velvet, the shimmer of satin, or the regal flow of brocade. Our forefathers would turn in their graves if they witnessed such a woolly takeover of fashion.

In conclusion, dear readers, let us remember the time-honored lesson of moderation. While sheep's wool undeniably has its place in courtly fashion, its ubiquity threatens to transform our noble courts into pastures. Let us reclaim the elegance and diversity that once graced our wardrobes, lest we become a flock of fashion sheep, forever caught in the woolly embrace of mediocrity.

== All Enemies Can Not Change by Dendum ==

[[File:FNNRWad2.png|375px|thumb|right|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

Great disturbances occur in the Free North. The ground itself shakes under Icemule and fire reaches out willingly to the waters. Visions stalk the minds of the unwary and the path forward is not clear. The mountains around the Landing have become unstable. In this dark time there are some in Icemule and even some in the Landing who seek peaceful accord with ancient foes, seek to tame that which has stalked us, killed our brethren, sacrificed our friends for their own glory.

The enemy’s fleet has terrorized our waters for many years, Talbot Dabbings kin saw them for what they were, they have proven themselves untrustworthy time and time again but still there are voices in the North that claim we can make peace with them. Even in the Landing, which has suffered attacks from this enemy more than any other, there is talk of working out an accord despite the past.

Why would anyone think that such a foe will change behavior overnight just because they need land? When we have seen their dark magic and all its corruption, we have felt the bit of their blade and heard their useless barking? They are mighty now, this is true, but that does not make them an ally worth inviting in it just makes them a threat worth holding back.

Some say we must seek an accord because failure to treat with them will cause them to migrate against our will. Did we become so meek that we bow to any threat no matter how vile the forces behind the threat? Is this not the North that has held up against impossible odds before? The birth place of Black Wolves that held off Ta’vaalor in ancient days? The place where Krolvin Armadas break, not against the rocky shore, but against the iron will of the defenders? They may be strong but that has never been a barrier in the past.

Some say the enemy’s problem are a result of their own making...and this surely can be true because they have sewn a field of evil seeds and now must deal with the consequences. It is not for us to give them a new field to plant and destroy with their wicked ways.

If kind hearts demand refuge be given to the ancient foe then let them change their ways and THEN be accepted. Do not let them bring the rites and rituals of their homeland into the North to continue to spread darkness. Do not give them a new patch of dirt from which to lash out against more innocent lives and cause more destruction. Only in changing can they become more than a threat to the North.

== A Guide to Cooking Rolton: A Delightful Compendium of Recipes from the Free North ==

[[File:FNNRWad2.png|375px|thumb|right|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

By: Master Howlen

Preface:
In this esteemed compendium, we shall embark upon a gastronomic journey through the art of preparing and savoring rolton, a noble and tasty creature that graces our tables with its delicate flesh. Drawing inspiration from the culinary wisdom of northern chefs, we shall unravel the secrets of transforming rolton meat into delectable dishes fit for the discerning palate of the gentry. Let us delve into the techniques and recipes that shall transport you to the kitchens of yore.

Chapter 1: Selecting and Preparing the Rolton
Choosing the Rolton:
To commence this culinary endeavor, select a young and tender rolton, preferably between six months and one year old. Seek an animal that has been reared on a diet of fresh pasture, as this shall impart a superior flavor to the meat. Older roltons may be harder to eat and may try and kill you.

Dressing the Rolton:
Begin by skillfully dressing the rolton, ensuring a thorough removal of the hide while preserving the purity of the meat. With expert precision, separate the limbs, ribs, and loins, readying them for the sublime culinary creations to come.

Traditional Cooking Techniques
Roasting and Spit-Roasting:
In the noble tradition of the north, roasting is a preferred method for cooking rolton. Secure the meat upon a spit, skillfully turning it over the fire until the outer layer crisps to a golden hue, while the inner succulence remains intact. Basting with a delectable concoction of melted butter, herbs, and aromatic spices shall elevate the flavors to unparalleled heights.

Stewing and Braising:
To tame the tougher cuts and infuse the meat with a symphony of flavors, the art of stewing and braising shall be employed. With great care, place the marinated meat into a vessel with aromatic vegetables, herbs, and a carefully measured amount of stock or wine. Allow the concoction to simmer gently, tenderizing the rolton and imbuing it with the essence of the ingredients.

A Selection of Traditional Recipes
Rolton Ragout with Herbs and Root Vegetables:
Begin by marinating the rolton meat in a delicate blend of wine, herbs, and spices for several hours. In a cauldron over a gentle fire, combine the marinated meat with a medley of root vegetables, such as carrots, parsnips, and turnips. Allow the flavors to meld together as they slowly simmer. Serve this fragrant ragout as a centerpiece to grace the tables of esteemed guests.

Grilled Rolton Chops with Rosemary and Garlic:
Prepare the rolton chops by marinating them with crushed garlic, fresh rosemary, and a drizzle of fine olive oil. Place the marinated chops upon a grill over a bed of glowing coals, allowing the flames to kiss the meat, while retaining its tenderness. Turn the chops with care, ensuring an even char, and present them with pride, their flavors enhanced by the simplicity of the ingredients.

Slow-Roasted Leg of Rolton with Juniper and Thyme:
Marinate the leg of rolton in a heady blend of juniper berries, thyme, red wine, and vinegar. Place it in a roasting pan, adorning it with fragrant sprigs of thyme. Roast it slowly in a well-regulated oven until the flesh yields effortlessly to the fork

In Conclusion:
From rustic dish to flavorful journeys that soothe the soul Rolton is famous on the tables of the North, perhaps it can be famous on your table as well!

User:DIEHLS

2023-07-04T14:12:00Z

DIEHLS:

{{creative-work | title = The Free North News Issue #5| type = Newspaper| author = Various}}

'''OOC Disclaimer: The following is about Empire, revolution, settler colonialism, and it’s many consequences. The opinions stated here are to be taken in character and should not be taken as out of character judgements. It is intended as in chracter rhetoric. Except that we should have a rolton cryptid. Oh and do not insert into any orifices. Or do, I’m just not legally responsible for it.'''

'''IC Disclaimer: The Black Thorns are more of a collective, and less of a organization with heirachy and a roster. Please do not take the perspective of one member to apply to all of us.'''

[[File:Freenorthnews.png|375px|thumb|Right|Created in Midjourney Edited by player of Ceilia & Dendum uploaded by player of Dendum]]

== The Faerinn Well, Notes from the Editor ==
[[File:Peoplesenvoy.jpg|375px|thumb|left|The People's Envoy, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]
'''OOC Disclaimer: The following are the in character views of Faerinn. While things may be embellished or exaggerated to help make a point or to entertain, the facts stated here are as far as Faerinn is aware true.'''
I call to those who call Wehnimer’s Landing home and thank you for once again putting up with another campaign by me.

I came here a refugee time and time again. People say I hate Imperials, but forget that I came here as one. And I went back to Talador time and time again only to be driven out by one half-human progrom after another. I thought Talador was my home, because I was born there. The Landing always took me back no questions asked. It took years after the destruction of Talador to realize that my real home was here all alone.

I don’t hate the people of the Empire. I don’t even hate the Empire itself Not What I hate are the machinations of Imperialism. The systems that oppress everyone in its borders from Sun Throne to South Haven. The mechanisms that produce great heros, but rewards the greatest villains. As Jovery fought Hochstib on our behalf, the Sentinal had no issue with also accepting Hochstib’s claims for for the Sun Throne. A system that can’t but help to subjugate and expand as the top of the pyramid hoard more and more resources.

I’ve lost so much to this machine. Loss that is incalculable and incomprehensible except to Aletoi from Bre’Nere. I watch the reactions from the Reach, and I don’t think I can do it again. I don’t have it in me to lose another home. That is how you can know I am genuine. This is my guarantee to serve you to the very best of my abilities.

Whether it was the intentional or not, once this position came up for a vote to the citizens of the Landing the position changed from someone who reports to the Mayor, Council, and Sentinal. This is a brand new position now that, one that is beholden not only to the voters, but all the residents of the Landing.

'''The People's Envoy.'''

I will be taking your concerns abroad not that of the Elites. I’m not taking just the Consortium’s concerns abroad, nor just the Empire’s, nor just the Mayors, but EVERYONES.

If you deem to have me, I will be your Envoy. To take your concerns and issues not only to Imperial interests, but to renew our languishing relationships to the North and the East.

'''Faerinn Greatsinger, Esq, of Talador and Loenthra'''

'''Rumor Woods, Koaratos, 5123'''

== News for the North! ==
[[File:FNNMalwindeatsrocks1.png|375px|thumb|right|Baron Malwind tries Rock Tending, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

* Dwarven Emissaries Travel Across The Lands- Under the mountain the human empire is discussed but the dwarves decide to remain neutral for now.

* Icemule- A Dwarven Caravan is attacked. The Mayor plans to sends condolences to the mountain.

* Sol Haven- Rumors abound of children eating rocks after misunderstanding certain cultural oddities of Aldora.

* Wehnimer's Landing- Envoy selection takes place the world waits in anticipation to see who will speak for the Landing.

== Everything You're Dreaming ==
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Elidal's the greatest force of good you're ever seeing
We'd surely fall to ruin if not for his intervening
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Because of the parade of threats we've faced for many years
This Elidal is taking steps to now assuage our fears
And so one day he made a vow of some contentious prose
The biggest vow I've heard by now and this is how it goes:

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Hope and safety, wealth and wisdom, deeper inner meaning
He's the apex, he's the leadership that we've been needing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Now, it might seem precocious, like your lives are a disgrace
Or it might seem atrocious, like your heroes die a waste
But all the blood shed by our fallen fighters need not fail
Just ally now with Elidal or it's to no avail

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Not to sound too grand or condescending or demeaning
But have you seen the trouble this frontier is always gleaning?
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

(You could say it nearly backwards:
Dreaming your everything will bring Darkstone of barony...
But that's going a bit too far, don't you think?)

So as you face down yet more wars you didn't need to fight
Reflect on Eli's words and how he'll be our shining light
You'd better ponder carefully since this could change your life
For example: a permanent stability that sees the end of strife

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Lift you out of hopeless doubts and fears since they're deceiving
If you say it oft enough, you'll find yourself believing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

== Ask Lithyia ==

[[File:FNNcultsymbol1.png|375px|thumb|left|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

'''Dear Lithyia'''

Every morning a dwarf smelling of liquor breaks into my shop and smashes all the vases claiming he is looking for “real gems”. I tried locking the doors, and barring the windows but he just passes through them like a ghost. Please advise.

Vaseless in Vornavis

'''Dear Vaseless in Vornavis,'''

Something I have learned over the years is that the fastest way to many dwarve’s hearts is through freshly made brew. I recommend you get your hands on a still and begin leaving “gifts” outside your shop for this dwarf. You should notice you no longer need to lock the doors or bar the windows because you will find them passed out drunk in front of your shop. You can then haul them off yourself or pay some youngin who needs a few silvers to do it for you. If you do not have access to a still, seek me out. I am a brewmaster and would be happy to craft some specialities just for you and this…situation.

Fresh brew is best brew!
Miss Lithy

'''Dear Lithyia,'''

I find myself in a most peculiar predicament—one that has left me pondering the ethics of my choices. You see, I have become entangled in an intriguing, yet probably evil, cult. The allure of their secret rituals and promises of enlightenment initially drew me in, but now I'm plagued with doubts. Should I stay in this malevolent cult, embracing its dark path, or should I break free from its clutches and seek a more morally upright existence? Please help me navigate this moral maze, Lithyia, for I fear I'm teetering on the edge of eternal damnation.

Sincerely,

Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics

'''Dear Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics,'''

Having never been involved in a cult myself or having any experience related to them I must ponder on this a bit. Have they threatened you or someone you love? If so, I would suggest removing yourself from them as soon as possible. I might also recommend some new wrist, arm and ankle sheaths to carry additional…implements. One can never be too careful. As for whether you should seek a more morally upright existence, I don’t think you need to fully sacrifice who you may be as a person just because things didn’t work out the way you hoped with this group.

Regards,
Miss Lithy

== Turamzyrrian Empire's Dark Legacy Unveiled: Evil Cult Hiding in Solhaven Sends Assassins into the Free North ==

[[File:FNNDarklegacyarticle1.png|375px|thumb|right|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Dendum]]

Byline: Dorper Eweherder

A dark cloud of treachery looms over the realm of Elanthia as the infamous Turamzyrrian Empire's troubled past comes to light once again. Known for its historical deeply ingrained racist policies and discriminatory practices, the empire now stands accused of shielding an insidious cult that has unleashed assassins into the once tranquil lands of the Free North. The revelation has sent shockwaves throughout the realm, exposing the Empire's complicity in this heinous plot.

For centuries, the Turamzyrrian Empire has held a notorious reputation for its divisive policies, fostering an environment of inequality and prejudice. Its discriminatory practices, targeting non-human races, have sown discord and resentment among the diverse populations of Elanthia. These issues have been made more troublesome when coupled with its militaristic campaigns of subjegation towards its neighbours.

Now, as the truth unravels, it has come to light that the empire has been sheltering and aiding an evil cult known as the Order of Eternal Light. This secretive and malevolent organization has dispatched assassins into the unsuspecting lands of the Free North, destabilizing the region and trying to strike fear and chaos among its inhabitants.

The Order of Eternal Light, notorious for their questionable membership and history of promoting the Lornon agenda, has found refuge within the empire's borders, shielded by its militaristic policies, authoritarian rule, and willful blindness. Their nefarious activities, supported by the Empire's resources and protection, have targeted key figures and leaders in the Free North, plunging the region into a state of wariness.

A group of courageous adventurers, driven by a relentless pursuit of justice, managed to peel back the layers of secrecy surrounding the Empire's unholy alliance with the Order of Eternal Light. Through their tenacious efforts, evidence linking high-ranking Empire Sympathizer to the cult's activities came to light, exposing the empire's complicity in this sinister plot.

We thank those brave souls who were former and current members of the Order who risked their lives helping expose the corruption.

The revelation has ignited a firestorm of outrage and condemnation throughout the Free North and beyond. Leaders and communities have united in their denouncement of the empire's aggressive stance in the sovereign territory of other people and its collaboration with an evil cult. Calls for justice and swift action reverberate through the halls of free people everywhere, demanding accountability for those responsible.

In response to mounting accusations, the Turamzyrrian Empire's representatives will scramble to distance themselves from the scandal, issuing statements condemning the cult's actions and denying any knowledge of their collaboration. However, the people of the Free North and the realm at large will remain skeptical, seeing these claims as a feeble attempt to salvage the empire's past reputation in light of recent efforts to rebrand itself.

As tensions escalate between the Free North and the Turamzyrrian Empire, Elanthia stands on the brink of an epic confrontation. The Free North, known for its resilience and commitment to justice, rallies its forces in a united front against the empire's tyranny. With swords raised and magic at their disposal, they stand ready to face the combined might of the empire and the Order of Eternal Light, vowing to restore peace and expose the truth.

The fate of Elanthia hangs in the balance as the forces of darkness threaten to engulf the realm. Will the Free North succeed in reclaiming its autonomy and defeating the evil that has been nurtured by the empire's feudal policies? Only time will tell, as the realm braces itself for an epic clash between justice and oppression.

== The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor ==

[[File:FNNRWad1.png|375px|thumb|left|Advertisement, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor

Deep in the heart of Wehnimer's Landing, an organization flourishes, embodying the principles of unity, strength, and honor. They are the Ord An Dragan, a revered clan that has etched its name in the annals of history as stalwart protectors of the realm.

Forged in the fires of chaos, the Ord An Dragan emerged during the Age of Chaos, when a battle raged at Shadow Guard. In an unprecedented display of unity, a diverse alliance formed, consisting of Dwarves, Giantmen, Elven Houses, Humans, Sylvans, Halflings, and many others. This union, a testament to the power of collaboration, turned the tide of war, forever changing the course of the realm's destiny.

Witnessing the transformative impact of this alliance, the members of the Ord An Dragan clan embraced their role as custodians of unity. They understood that strength lay not in isolation, but in the harmonious integration of different races and creeds. Their numbers and influence grew, establishing them as the last line of defense for the survival of Elanthia.

Through the ages, the Ord An Dragan clan quietly and steadfastly fulfilled their sacred duty. They became the watchful eyes, the meticulous record keepers, and the nurturing force behind the values they held dear. From the discovery of the Gnomes to the arrivals of the Erithians and Aelotoi, the Ord An Dragan clan stood witness to these pivotal events, safeguarding the fragile balance of the realm.

When the Aelotoi were attacked by the Kiramon, it was the Ord An Dragan clan who joined forces with the Ta’Illistim guards to defend them. This marked the first official record of their presence in the environs of Ta’Illistim. However, it was in Wehnimer's Landing that they found their true home—a haven for diversity due to its status as a port city and its proximity to various lands.

Embodying the creed established by the Drakes, the Ord An Dragan clan became arbiters of justice and cultivators of honor. Within their ranks, individuals found a sanctuary where their potentials were nurtured and protected. The unity of their powers, akin to the might of a dragon, fortified their resolve to safeguard the realm.

In the face of waning dragon numbers, the Ord An Dragan took up the mantle of guardianship. They pledged to honor the strength in unity, working tirelessly to ensure the coexistence of all races and the triumph of righteousness. Monthly meetings, though sometimes dismissed as "borin'" by a few immature members, serve as a testament to the clan's commitment to fostering unity, sharing wisdom, and upholding their cherished values.

Today, the Ord An Dragan stands as a shining beacon in Wehnimer's Landing, a symbol of unity and honor. They have dedicated themselves to the well-being of the realm, protecting it from the encroachment of darkness. In their footsteps, new generations are guided and inspired to carry forward the legacy of the Ord An Dragan, preserving the realm's harmony and safeguarding its future.

May their noble endeavors continue to inspire all who seek a world built upon unity, strength, and honor.

== Help Wanted/Classifieds ==

== "Sheep's Wool: A Flock Too Far in Courtly Fashion" ==

[[File:FNNroltonfashion1.png|375px|thumb|left|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

By Madam Maedat

In an age where courtly fashion knows no bounds, one cannot help but marvel at the relentless obsession with sheep's wool. It seems that every nobleman and noblewoman, from the grandest castle to the lowliest manor, must drape themselves in the fluffy fabric of these humble farm creatures. Verily, we have reached a point where sheep's wool has become the cornerstone of court couture, and I am compelled to raise my quill in mock astonishment at this woolly madness.

Gone are the days of intricate embroidery and fine silks that adorned the aristocracy. Now, one can hardly tell a lord from a shepherd at first glance, for they are all swathed in wool from head to toe. It is as if they have declared a silent allegiance to the noble sheep, or are suffering in a secret love affair with some rolton, forsaking all other materials in favor of their cozy, albeit predictable, charm.

Let us take a moment to ponder the origins of this fashion frenzy. Sheep, creatures blessed with abundant fleece, have long been cherished for their warmth and versatility. Their wool has provided countless garments throughout history, but today it seems the demand has reached unprecedented heights. It is as if our courtly denizens, from Allace to Trauntor, have entered into a pact with the sheep, vying to outdo one another in their excessive display of ovine devotion.

Behold, the ladies parading in their woolen gowns, each step accompanied by the sound of gentle baas. Their dressmakers laboriously sculpt these garments, ensuring no inch of their noble forms remains untouched by the woolly embrace. Layers upon layers of the stuff are piled on, transforming them into walking clouds of fluff. It is a wonder they do not float away, carried off by a strong gust of wind or a playful ram.

The gentlemen fare no better, donning woolen doublets, cloaks, and even leggings. They walk with a perpetual itch, for who among them can withstand the tickling sensation that accompanies an entire outfit fashioned from wool? Yet, they persist, prancing about in their woolly attire as if they have forgotten the existence of other fabrics entirely.

Alas, even the knights who once gleamed in shining armor have succumbed to the pull of sheep's wool. No longer do they ride into battle, clad in protective steel; instead, they charge forth covered head to toe in woolen armor. One wonders if their adversaries will die from laughter before they can even draw their swords.

I implore the courtly elite to reconsider their devotion to sheep's wool. Surely there are other fabrics worthy of their attention? Let us not forget the delicate touch of velvet, the shimmer of satin, or the regal flow of brocade. Our forefathers would turn in their graves if they witnessed such a woolly takeover of fashion.

In conclusion, dear readers, let us remember the time-honored lesson of moderation. While sheep's wool undeniably has its place in courtly fashion, its ubiquity threatens to transform our noble courts into pastures. Let us reclaim the elegance and diversity that once graced our wardrobes, lest we become a flock of fashion sheep, forever caught in the woolly embrace of mediocrity.

== All Enemies Can Not Change by Dendum ==

[[File:FNNRWad2.png|375px|thumb|right|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

Great disturbances occur in the Free North. The ground itself shakes under Icemule and fire reaches out willingly to the waters. Visions stalk the minds of the unwary and the path forward is not clear. The mountains around the Landing have become unstable. In this dark time there are some in Icemule and even some in the Landing who seek peaceful accord with ancient foes, seek to tame that which has stalked us, killed our brethren, sacrificed our friends for their own glory.

The enemy’s fleet has terrorized our waters for many years, Talbot Dabbings kin saw them for what they were, they have proven themselves untrustworthy time and time again but still there are voices in the North that claim we can make peace with them. Even in the Landing, which has suffered attacks from this enemy more than any other, there is talk of working out an accord despite the past.

Why would anyone think that such a foe will change behavior overnight just because they need land? When we have seen their dark magic and all its corruption, we have felt the bit of their blade and heard their useless barking? They are mighty now, this is true, but that does not make them an ally worth inviting in it just makes them a threat worth holding back.

Some say we must seek an accord because failure to treat with them will cause them to migrate against our will. Did we become so meek that we bow to any threat no matter how vile the forces behind the threat? Is this not the North that has held up against impossible odds before? The birth place of Black Wolves that held off Ta’vaalor in ancient days? The place where Krolvin Armadas break, not against the rocky shore, but against the iron will of the defenders? They may be strong but that has never been a barrier in the past.

Some say the enemy’s problem are a result of their own making...and this surely can be true because they have sewn a field of evil seeds and now must deal with the consequences. It is not for us to give them a new field to plant and destroy with their wicked ways.

If kind hearts demand refuge be given to the ancient foe then let them change their ways and THEN be accepted. Do not let them bring the rites and rituals of their homeland into the North to continue to spread darkness. Do not give them a new patch of dirt from which to lash out against more innocent lives and cause more destruction. Only in changing can they become more than a threat to the North.

== A Guide to Cooking Rolton: A Delightful Compendium of Recipes from the Free North ==

By: Master Howlen

Preface:
In this esteemed compendium, we shall embark upon a gastronomic journey through the art of preparing and savoring rolton, a noble and tasty creature that graces our tables with its delicate flesh. Drawing inspiration from the culinary wisdom of northern chefs, we shall unravel the secrets of transforming rolton meat into delectable dishes fit for the discerning palate of the gentry. Let us delve into the techniques and recipes that shall transport you to the kitchens of yore.

Chapter 1: Selecting and Preparing the Rolton
Choosing the Rolton:
To commence this culinary endeavor, select a young and tender rolton, preferably between six months and one year old. Seek an animal that has been reared on a diet of fresh pasture, as this shall impart a superior flavor to the meat. Older roltons may be harder to eat and may try and kill you.

Dressing the Rolton:
Begin by skillfully dressing the rolton, ensuring a thorough removal of the hide while preserving the purity of the meat. With expert precision, separate the limbs, ribs, and loins, readying them for the sublime culinary creations to come.

Traditional Cooking Techniques
Roasting and Spit-Roasting:
In the noble tradition of the north, roasting is a preferred method for cooking rolton. Secure the meat upon a spit, skillfully turning it over the fire until the outer layer crisps to a golden hue, while the inner succulence remains intact. Basting with a delectable concoction of melted butter, herbs, and aromatic spices shall elevate the flavors to unparalleled heights.

Stewing and Braising:
To tame the tougher cuts and infuse the meat with a symphony of flavors, the art of stewing and braising shall be employed. With great care, place the marinated meat into a vessel with aromatic vegetables, herbs, and a carefully measured amount of stock or wine. Allow the concoction to simmer gently, tenderizing the rolton and imbuing it with the essence of the ingredients.

A Selection of Traditional Recipes
Rolton Ragout with Herbs and Root Vegetables:
Begin by marinating the rolton meat in a delicate blend of wine, herbs, and spices for several hours. In a cauldron over a gentle fire, combine the marinated meat with a medley of root vegetables, such as carrots, parsnips, and turnips. Allow the flavors to meld together as they slowly simmer. Serve this fragrant ragout as a centerpiece to grace the tables of esteemed guests.

Grilled Rolton Chops with Rosemary and Garlic:
Prepare the rolton chops by marinating them with crushed garlic, fresh rosemary, and a drizzle of fine olive oil. Place the marinated chops upon a grill over a bed of glowing coals, allowing the flames to kiss the meat, while retaining its tenderness. Turn the chops with care, ensuring an even char, and present them with pride, their flavors enhanced by the simplicity of the ingredients.

Slow-Roasted Leg of Rolton with Juniper and Thyme:
Marinate the leg of rolton in a heady blend of juniper berries, thyme, red wine, and vinegar. Place it in a roasting pan, adorning it with fragrant sprigs of thyme. Roast it slowly in a well-regulated oven until the flesh yields effortlessly to the fork

In Conclusion:
From rustic dish to flavorful journeys that soothe the soul Rolton is famous on the tables of the North, perhaps it can be famous on your table as well!

User:DIEHLS

2023-07-04T13:42:24Z

DIEHLS: /* A Guide to Cooking Rolton: A Delightful Compendium of Recipes from the Free North */

{{creative-work | title = The Free North News Issue #4| type = Newspaper| author = Various}}

'''OOC Disclaimer: The following is about Empire, revolution, settler colonialism, and it’s many consequences. The opinions stated here are to be taken in character and should not be taken as out of character judgements. It is intended as in chracter rhetoric. Except that we should have a rolton cryptid. Oh and do not insert into any orifices. Or do, I’m just not legally responsible for it.'''

'''IC Disclaimer: The Black Thorns are more of a collective, and less of a organization with heirachy and a roster. Please do not take the perspective of one member to apply to all of us.'''

[[File:Freenorthnews.png|375px|thumb|Right|Created in Midjourney Edited by player of Ceilia & Dendum uploaded by player of Dendum]]

== The Faerinn Well, Notes from the Editor ==
[[File:Peoplesenvoy.jpg|375px|thumb|left|The People's Envoy, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]
'''OOC Disclaimer: The following are the in character views of Faerinn. While things may be embellished or exaggerated to help make a point or to entertain, the facts stated here are as far as Faerinn is aware true.'''
I call to those who call Wehnimer’s Landing home and thank you for once again putting up with another campaign by me.

I came here a refugee time and time again. People say I hate Imperials, but forget that I came here as one. And I went back to Talador time and time again only to be driven out by one half-human progrom after another. I thought Talador was my home, because I was born there. The Landing always took me back no questions asked. It took years after the destruction of Talador to realize that my real home was here all alone.

I don’t hate the people of the Empire. I don’t even hate the Empire itself Not What I hate are the machinations of Imperialism. The systems that oppress everyone in its borders from Sun Throne to South Haven. The mechanisms that produce great heros, but rewards the greatest villains. As Jovery fought Hochstib on our behalf, the Sentinal had no issue with also accepting Hochstib’s claims for for the Sun Throne. A system that can’t but help to subjugate and expand as the top of the pyramid hoard more and more resources.

I’ve lost so much to this machine. Loss that is incalculable and incomprehensible except to Aletoi from Bre’Nere. I watch the reactions from the Reach, and I don’t think I can do it again. I don’t have it in me to lose another home. That is how you can know I am genuine. This is my guarantee to serve you to the very best of my abilities.

Whether it was the intentional or not, once this position came up for a vote to the citizens of the Landing the position changed from someone who reports to the Mayor, Council, and Sentinal. This is a brand new position now that, one that is beholden not only to the voters, but all the residents of the Landing.

'''The People's Envoy.'''

I will be taking your concerns abroad not that of the Elites. I’m not taking just the Consortium’s concerns abroad, nor just the Empire’s, nor just the Mayors, but EVERYONES.

If you deem to have me, I will be your Envoy. To take your concerns and issues not only to Imperial interests, but to renew our languishing relationships to the North and the East.

'''Faerinn Greatsinger, Esq, of Talador and Loenthra'''

'''Rumor Woods, Koaratos, 5123'''

== News for the North! ==
[[File:FNNMalwindeatsrocks1.png|375px|thumb|right|Baron Malwind tries Rock Tending, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

* Dwarven Emissaries Travel Across The Lands- Under the mountain the human empire is discussed but the dwarves decide to remain neutral for now.

* Icemule- A Dwarven Caravan is attacked. The Mayor plans to sends condolences to the mountain.

* Sol Haven- Rumors abound of children eating rocks after misunderstanding certain cultural oddities of Aldora.

* Wehnimer's Landing- Envoy selection takes place the world waits in anticipation to see who will speak for the Landing.

== Everything You're Dreaming ==
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Elidal's the greatest force of good you're ever seeing
We'd surely fall to ruin if not for his intervening
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Because of the parade of threats we've faced for many years
This Elidal is taking steps to now assuage our fears
And so one day he made a vow of some contentious prose
The biggest vow I've heard by now and this is how it goes:

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Hope and safety, wealth and wisdom, deeper inner meaning
He's the apex, he's the leadership that we've been needing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Now, it might seem precocious, like your lives are a disgrace
Or it might seem atrocious, like your heroes die a waste
But all the blood shed by our fallen fighters need not fail
Just ally now with Elidal or it's to no avail

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Not to sound too grand or condescending or demeaning
But have you seen the trouble this frontier is always gleaning?
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

(You could say it nearly backwards:
Dreaming your everything will bring Darkstone of barony...
But that's going a bit too far, don't you think?)

So as you face down yet more wars you didn't need to fight
Reflect on Eli's words and how he'll be our shining light
You'd better ponder carefully since this could change your life
For example: a permanent stability that sees the end of strife

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Lift you out of hopeless doubts and fears since they're deceiving
If you say it oft enough, you'll find yourself believing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

== Ask Lithyia ==

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'''Dear Lithyia'''

Every morning a dwarf smelling of liquor breaks into my shop and smashes all the vases claiming he is looking for “real gems”. I tried locking the doors, and barring the windows but he just passes through them like a ghost. Please advise.

Vaseless in Vornavis

'''Dear Vaseless in Vornavis,'''

Something I have learned over the years is that the fastest way to many dwarve’s hearts is through freshly made brew. I recommend you get your hands on a still and begin leaving “gifts” outside your shop for this dwarf. You should notice you no longer need to lock the doors or bar the windows because you will find them passed out drunk in front of your shop. You can then haul them off yourself or pay some youngin who needs a few silvers to do it for you. If you do not have access to a still, seek me out. I am a brewmaster and would be happy to craft some specialities just for you and this…situation.

Fresh brew is best brew!
Miss Lithy

'''Dear Lithyia,'''

I find myself in a most peculiar predicament—one that has left me pondering the ethics of my choices. You see, I have become entangled in an intriguing, yet probably evil, cult. The allure of their secret rituals and promises of enlightenment initially drew me in, but now I'm plagued with doubts. Should I stay in this malevolent cult, embracing its dark path, or should I break free from its clutches and seek a more morally upright existence? Please help me navigate this moral maze, Lithyia, for I fear I'm teetering on the edge of eternal damnation.

Sincerely,

Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics

'''Dear Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics,'''

Having never been involved in a cult myself or having any experience related to them I must ponder on this a bit. Have they threatened you or someone you love? If so, I would suggest removing yourself from them as soon as possible. I might also recommend some new wrist, arm and ankle sheaths to carry additional…implements. One can never be too careful. As for whether you should seek a more morally upright existence, I don’t think you need to fully sacrifice who you may be as a person just because things didn’t work out the way you hoped with this group.

Regards,
Miss Lithy

== Turamzyrrian Empire's Dark Legacy Unveiled: Evil Cult Hiding in Solhaven Sends Assassins into the Free North ==

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Byline: Dorper Eweherder

A dark cloud of treachery looms over the realm of Elanthia as the infamous Turamzyrrian Empire's troubled past comes to light once again. Known for its historical deeply ingrained racist policies and discriminatory practices, the empire now stands accused of shielding an insidious cult that has unleashed assassins into the once tranquil lands of the Free North. The revelation has sent shockwaves throughout the realm, exposing the Empire's complicity in this heinous plot.

For centuries, the Turamzyrrian Empire has held a notorious reputation for its divisive policies, fostering an environment of inequality and prejudice. Its discriminatory practices, targeting non-human races, have sown discord and resentment among the diverse populations of Elanthia. These issues have been made more troublesome when coupled with its militaristic campaigns of subjegation towards its neighbours.

Now, as the truth unravels, it has come to light that the empire has been sheltering and aiding an evil cult known as the Order of Eternal Light. This secretive and malevolent organization has dispatched assassins into the unsuspecting lands of the Free North, destabilizing the region and trying to strike fear and chaos among its inhabitants.

The Order of Eternal Light, notorious for their questionable membership and history of promoting the Lornon agenda, has found refuge within the empire's borders, shielded by its militaristic policies, authoritarian rule, and willful blindness. Their nefarious activities, supported by the Empire's resources and protection, have targeted key figures and leaders in the Free North, plunging the region into a state of wariness.

A group of courageous adventurers, driven by a relentless pursuit of justice, managed to peel back the layers of secrecy surrounding the Empire's unholy alliance with the Order of Eternal Light. Through their tenacious efforts, evidence linking high-ranking Empire Sympathizer to the cult's activities came to light, exposing the empire's complicity in this sinister plot.

We thank those brave souls who were former and current members of the Order who risked their lives helping expose the corruption.

The revelation has ignited a firestorm of outrage and condemnation throughout the Free North and beyond. Leaders and communities have united in their denouncement of the empire's aggressive stance in the sovereign territory of other people and its collaboration with an evil cult. Calls for justice and swift action reverberate through the halls of free people everywhere, demanding accountability for those responsible.

In response to mounting accusations, the Turamzyrrian Empire's representatives will scramble to distance themselves from the scandal, issuing statements condemning the cult's actions and denying any knowledge of their collaboration. However, the people of the Free North and the realm at large will remain skeptical, seeing these claims as a feeble attempt to salvage the empire's past reputation in light of recent efforts to rebrand itself.

As tensions escalate between the Free North and the Turamzyrrian Empire, Elanthia stands on the brink of an epic confrontation. The Free North, known for its resilience and commitment to justice, rallies its forces in a united front against the empire's tyranny. With swords raised and magic at their disposal, they stand ready to face the combined might of the empire and the Order of Eternal Light, vowing to restore peace and expose the truth.

The fate of Elanthia hangs in the balance as the forces of darkness threaten to engulf the realm. Will the Free North succeed in reclaiming its autonomy and defeating the evil that has been nurtured by the empire's feudal policies? Only time will tell, as the realm braces itself for an epic clash between justice and oppression.

== The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor ==

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The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor

Deep in the heart of Wehnimer's Landing, an organization flourishes, embodying the principles of unity, strength, and honor. They are the Ord An Dragan, a revered clan that has etched its name in the annals of history as stalwart protectors of the realm.

Forged in the fires of chaos, the Ord An Dragan emerged during the Age of Chaos, when a battle raged at Shadow Guard. In an unprecedented display of unity, a diverse alliance formed, consisting of Dwarves, Giantmen, Elven Houses, Humans, Sylvans, Halflings, and many others. This union, a testament to the power of collaboration, turned the tide of war, forever changing the course of the realm's destiny.

Witnessing the transformative impact of this alliance, the members of the Ord An Dragan clan embraced their role as custodians of unity. They understood that strength lay not in isolation, but in the harmonious integration of different races and creeds. Their numbers and influence grew, establishing them as the last line of defense for the survival of Elanthia.

Through the ages, the Ord An Dragan clan quietly and steadfastly fulfilled their sacred duty. They became the watchful eyes, the meticulous record keepers, and the nurturing force behind the values they held dear. From the discovery of the Gnomes to the arrivals of the Erithians and Aelotoi, the Ord An Dragan clan stood witness to these pivotal events, safeguarding the fragile balance of the realm.

When the Aelotoi were attacked by the Kiramon, it was the Ord An Dragan clan who joined forces with the Ta’Illistim guards to defend them. This marked the first official record of their presence in the environs of Ta’Illistim. However, it was in Wehnimer's Landing that they found their true home—a haven for diversity due to its status as a port city and its proximity to various lands.

Embodying the creed established by the Drakes, the Ord An Dragan clan became arbiters of justice and cultivators of honor. Within their ranks, individuals found a sanctuary where their potentials were nurtured and protected. The unity of their powers, akin to the might of a dragon, fortified their resolve to safeguard the realm.

In the face of waning dragon numbers, the Ord An Dragan took up the mantle of guardianship. They pledged to honor the strength in unity, working tirelessly to ensure the coexistence of all races and the triumph of righteousness. Monthly meetings, though sometimes dismissed as "borin'" by a few immature members, serve as a testament to the clan's commitment to fostering unity, sharing wisdom, and upholding their cherished values.

Today, the Ord An Dragan stands as a shining beacon in Wehnimer's Landing, a symbol of unity and honor. They have dedicated themselves to the well-being of the realm, protecting it from the encroachment of darkness. In their footsteps, new generations are guided and inspired to carry forward the legacy of the Ord An Dragan, preserving the realm's harmony and safeguarding its future.

May their noble endeavors continue to inspire all who seek a world built upon unity, strength, and honor.

== Help Wanted/Classifieds ==

== "Sheep's Wool: A Flock Too Far in Courtly Fashion" ==

[[File:FNNroltonfashion1.png|375px|thumb|left|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

By Madam Maedat

In an age where courtly fashion knows no bounds, one cannot help but marvel at the relentless obsession with sheep's wool. It seems that every nobleman and noblewoman, from the grandest castle to the lowliest manor, must drape themselves in the fluffy fabric of these humble farm creatures. Verily, we have reached a point where sheep's wool has become the cornerstone of court couture, and I am compelled to raise my quill in mock astonishment at this woolly madness.

Gone are the days of intricate embroidery and fine silks that adorned the aristocracy. Now, one can hardly tell a lord from a shepherd at first glance, for they are all swathed in wool from head to toe. It is as if they have declared a silent allegiance to the noble sheep, or are suffering in a secret love affair with some rolton, forsaking all other materials in favor of their cozy, albeit predictable, charm.

Let us take a moment to ponder the origins of this fashion frenzy. Sheep, creatures blessed with abundant fleece, have long been cherished for their warmth and versatility. Their wool has provided countless garments throughout history, but today it seems the demand has reached unprecedented heights. It is as if our courtly denizens, from Allace to Trauntor, have entered into a pact with the sheep, vying to outdo one another in their excessive display of ovine devotion.

Behold, the ladies parading in their woolen gowns, each step accompanied by the sound of gentle baas. Their dressmakers laboriously sculpt these garments, ensuring no inch of their noble forms remains untouched by the woolly embrace. Layers upon layers of the stuff are piled on, transforming them into walking clouds of fluff. It is a wonder they do not float away, carried off by a strong gust of wind or a playful ram.

The gentlemen fare no better, donning woolen doublets, cloaks, and even leggings. They walk with a perpetual itch, for who among them can withstand the tickling sensation that accompanies an entire outfit fashioned from wool? Yet, they persist, prancing about in their woolly attire as if they have forgotten the existence of other fabrics entirely.

Alas, even the knights who once gleamed in shining armor have succumbed to the pull of sheep's wool. No longer do they ride into battle, clad in protective steel; instead, they charge forth covered head to toe in woolen armor. One wonders if their adversaries will die from laughter before they can even draw their swords.

I implore the courtly elite to reconsider their devotion to sheep's wool. Surely there are other fabrics worthy of their attention? Let us not forget the delicate touch of velvet, the shimmer of satin, or the regal flow of brocade. Our forefathers would turn in their graves if they witnessed such a woolly takeover of fashion.

In conclusion, dear readers, let us remember the time-honored lesson of moderation. While sheep's wool undeniably has its place in courtly fashion, its ubiquity threatens to transform our noble courts into pastures. Let us reclaim the elegance and diversity that once graced our wardrobes, lest we become a flock of fashion sheep, forever caught in the woolly embrace of mediocrity.

== All Enemies Can Not Change by Dendum ==

[[File:FNNRWad2.png|375px|thumb|right|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

Great disturbances occur in the Free North. The ground itself shakes under Icemule and fire reaches out willingly to the waters. Visions stalk the minds of the unwary and the path forward is not clear. The mountains around the Landing have become unstable. In this dark time there are some in Icemule and even some in the Landing who seek peaceful accord with ancient foes, seek to tame that which has stalked us, killed our brethren, sacrificed our friends for their own glory.

The enemy’s fleet has terrorized our waters for many years, Talbot Dabbings kin saw them for what they were, they have proven themselves untrustworthy time and time again but still there are voices in the North that claim we can make peace with them. Even in the Landing, which has suffered attacks from this enemy more than any other, there is talk of working out an accord despite the past.

Why would anyone think that such a foe will change behavior overnight just because they need land? When we have seen their dark magic and all its corruption, we have felt the bit of their blade and heard their useless barking? They are mighty now, this is true, but that does not make them an ally worth inviting in it just makes them a threat worth holding back.

Some say we must seek an accord because failure to treat with them will cause them to migrate against our will. Did we become so meek that we bow to any threat no matter how vile the forces behind the threat? Is this not the North that has held up against impossible odds before? The birth place of Black Wolves that held off Ta’vaalor in ancient days? The place where Krolvin Armadas break, not against the rocky shore, but against the iron will of the defenders? They may be strong but that has never been a barrier in the past.

Some say the enemy’s problem are a result of their own making...and this surely can be true because they have sewn a field of evil seeds and now must deal with the consequences. It is not for us to give them a new field to plant and destroy with their wicked ways.

If kind hearts demand refuge be given to the ancient foe then let them change their ways and THEN be accepted. Do not let them bring the rites and rituals of their homeland into the North to continue to spread darkness. Do not give them a new patch of dirt from which to lash out against more innocent lives and cause more destruction. Only in changing can they become more than a threat to the North.

== A Guide to Cooking Rolton: A Delightful Compendium of Recipes from the Free North ==

By: Master Howlen

Preface:
In this esteemed compendium, we shall embark upon a gastronomic journey through the art of preparing and savoring rolton, a noble and tasty creature that graces our tables with its delicate flesh. Drawing inspiration from the culinary wisdom of northern chefs, we shall unravel the secrets of transforming rolton meat into delectable dishes fit for the discerning palate of the gentry. Let us delve into the techniques and recipes that shall transport you to the kitchens of yore.

Chapter 1: Selecting and Preparing the Rolton
Choosing the Rolton:
To commence this culinary endeavor, select a young and tender rolton, preferably between six months and one year old. Seek an animal that has been reared on a diet of fresh pasture, as this shall impart a superior flavor to the meat. Older roltons may be harder to eat and may try and kill you.

Dressing the Rolton:
Begin by skillfully dressing the rolton, ensuring a thorough removal of the hide while preserving the purity of the meat. With expert precision, separate the limbs, ribs, and loins, readying them for the sublime culinary creations to come.

Traditional Cooking Techniques
Roasting and Spit-Roasting:
In the noble tradition of the north, roasting is a preferred method for cooking rolton. Secure the meat upon a spit, skillfully turning it over the fire until the outer layer crisps to a golden hue, while the inner succulence remains intact. Basting with a delectable concoction of melted butter, herbs, and aromatic spices shall elevate the flavors to unparalleled heights.

Stewing and Braising:
To tame the tougher cuts and infuse the meat with a symphony of flavors, the art of stewing and braising shall be employed. With great care, place the marinated meat into a vessel with aromatic vegetables, herbs, and a carefully measured amount of stock or wine. Allow the concoction to simmer gently, tenderizing the rolton and imbuing it with the essence of the ingredients.

A Selection of Traditional Recipes
Rolton Ragout with Herbs and Root Vegetables:
Begin by marinating the rolton meat in a delicate blend of wine, herbs, and spices for several hours. In a cauldron over a gentle fire, combine the marinated meat with a medley of root vegetables, such as carrots, parsnips, and turnips. Allow the flavors to meld together as they slowly simmer. Serve this fragrant ragout as a centerpiece to grace the tables of esteemed guests.

Grilled Rolton Chops with Rosemary and Garlic:
Prepare the rolton chops by marinating them with crushed garlic, fresh rosemary, and a drizzle of fine olive oil. Place the marinated chops upon a grill over a bed of glowing coals, allowing the flames to kiss the meat, while retaining its tenderness. Turn the chops with care, ensuring an even char, and present them with pride, their flavors enhanced by the simplicity of the ingredients.

Slow-Roasted Leg of Rolton with Juniper and Thyme:
Marinate the leg of rolton in a heady blend of juniper berries, thyme, red wine, and vinegar. Place it in a roasting pan, adorning it with fragrant sprigs of thyme. Roast it slowly in a well-regulated oven until the flesh yields effortlessly to the fork

In Conclusion:
From rustic dish to flavorful journeys that soothe the soul Rolton is famous on the tables of the North, perhaps it can be famous on your table as well!

== Leaked Criminal Notes on the Nefarious Knitter - by The Alleged Sapphire Guard ==

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'''OOC Disclaimer: No this is not actually written by a member of the Sapphire Guard. This an IC reimagining by the anonymous author of what might be in the point for giggles. It's a bit!'''

While trying our best to find someone, anyone to take the blame for the Princess’s death aside from Arditin’s niece, we have been gathering intelligence for the benefit of the Sun Throne on one known as the ‘Nefarious Knitter’.

We have found the following:

* She is a member of the Black Thorns, a terrorist organization devoted to the spread of vile anti-socialist ideologies such as ‘Democracy’ and ‘Equality’.

* This anti-imperialist agent was not available to kill the Princess as she was fighting a giant earth elemental with an entire town of witnesses. At that time Orelwen was pushing Kasendra off of a staircase or something. But Arditin does not like this lady.

* We can’t find her.

So in instead of pertinent information here is our information on the membership of the Black Thorns:

* The Black Thorns have an estimated 3,000 members trained in forty different martial arts lost from the days of Despana and the strength of a hundred demons.

* Their leader is one, Talliver Dabbins, the warlord of Silver Mule Trace. He wanted for his war crimes during the Griffon Sword War of creating vampires and wyrms. His lair is deep in the Hinterwilds, but he is easy to spot due to his thirteen foot hairy frame.

* His lieutenant is a real player in the Cult of Zelia and a rogue Palestra Blade named Yoshie. This deranged assassin’s trade mark is a squid branded to his hand, and the replacement of his victim’s nails with rails.

* The Talon, a half-elf pirate from Mist Harbor who enraged a column of Aldoran swamp-berserkers to march on the Shining City until a Knights of the Realm convinced diverted them into dying in a swamp. We suspect this is another anatomy based alias of Socius, because screw that guy.

* The red-haired, half-sylvan former leader of the Rooks and Mayor of Wehnimer’s Landing - Casiphia.

* An ottoman that Thadston threw so hard with his magic arms that it became sentient.

* A gnome under the alias, Dr. C

* Gurbah, who requires no further explanation.

We hope you find this information useful as we coverup the deaths of many of your suspects, I mean, subjects including your cousin.

== Faerinn for Envoy==

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Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed members of the Wehnimer's Landing community, I rise before you today to advocate for Faerinn as the best candidate for councilor. Faerinn's remarkable qualities and unwavering dedication make them the ideal choice to represent our beloved town and ensure its prosperity.

First and foremost, Faerinn possesses a deep understanding of Wehnimer's Landing. Through their active involvement and extensive experience within the community, they have proven themselves to be well-versed in the town's rich history, its challenges, and its aspirations. This familiarity enables Faerinn to make informed decisions and take actions that truly benefit our town.

Furthermore, Faerinn is a natural leader with a genuine passion for community development. They have demonstrated an exceptional ability to bring people together, fostering a sense of unity and collaboration. By actively engaging with residents and soliciting their input, Faerinn ensures that the voices of the people are heard, and their concerns are addressed. Such inclusive leadership is essential for the growth and prosperity of Wehnimer's Landing.

Moreover, Faerinn's commitment to progress is unparalleled. They possess a forward-thinking mindset and are always seeking innovative solutions to enhance our town's infrastructure, economy, and overall quality of life. With Faerinn at the helm, Wehnimer's Landing can embrace advancements while staying true to its unique character, ensuring a thriving and sustainable future.

Lastly, Faerinn's integrity and transparency set them apart as a councilor. They prioritize open communication and accountability, keeping residents informed about important decisions and actively seeking their feedback. This level of transparency builds trust and empowers the community, fostering a stronger bond between the councilor and the people they represent.

In conclusion, Faerinn's deep understanding of Wehnimer's Landing, their inclusive leadership style, their commitment to progress, and their integrity make them the ideal candidate for councilor. By electing Faerinn, we can be confident that our town will be in capable hands, working tirelessly to ensure our collective success. Let us rally behind Faerinn and together create a brighter future for Wehnimer's Landing.

User:DIEHLS

2023-07-04T13:39:08Z

DIEHLS: /* The Plucky Town - by Leafiara */

{{creative-work | title = The Free North News Issue #4| type = Newspaper| author = Various}}

'''OOC Disclaimer: The following is about Empire, revolution, settler colonialism, and it’s many consequences. The opinions stated here are to be taken in character and should not be taken as out of character judgements. It is intended as in chracter rhetoric. Except that we should have a rolton cryptid. Oh and do not insert into any orifices. Or do, I’m just not legally responsible for it.'''

'''IC Disclaimer: The Black Thorns are more of a collective, and less of a organization with heirachy and a roster. Please do not take the perspective of one member to apply to all of us.'''

[[File:Freenorthnews.png|375px|thumb|Right|Created in Midjourney Edited by player of Ceilia & Dendum uploaded by player of Dendum]]

== The Faerinn Well, Notes from the Editor ==
[[File:Peoplesenvoy.jpg|375px|thumb|left|The People's Envoy, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]
'''OOC Disclaimer: The following are the in character views of Faerinn. While things may be embellished or exaggerated to help make a point or to entertain, the facts stated here are as far as Faerinn is aware true.'''
I call to those who call Wehnimer’s Landing home and thank you for once again putting up with another campaign by me.

I came here a refugee time and time again. People say I hate Imperials, but forget that I came here as one. And I went back to Talador time and time again only to be driven out by one half-human progrom after another. I thought Talador was my home, because I was born there. The Landing always took me back no questions asked. It took years after the destruction of Talador to realize that my real home was here all alone.

I don’t hate the people of the Empire. I don’t even hate the Empire itself Not What I hate are the machinations of Imperialism. The systems that oppress everyone in its borders from Sun Throne to South Haven. The mechanisms that produce great heros, but rewards the greatest villains. As Jovery fought Hochstib on our behalf, the Sentinal had no issue with also accepting Hochstib’s claims for for the Sun Throne. A system that can’t but help to subjugate and expand as the top of the pyramid hoard more and more resources.

I’ve lost so much to this machine. Loss that is incalculable and incomprehensible except to Aletoi from Bre’Nere. I watch the reactions from the Reach, and I don’t think I can do it again. I don’t have it in me to lose another home. That is how you can know I am genuine. This is my guarantee to serve you to the very best of my abilities.

Whether it was the intentional or not, once this position came up for a vote to the citizens of the Landing the position changed from someone who reports to the Mayor, Council, and Sentinal. This is a brand new position now that, one that is beholden not only to the voters, but all the residents of the Landing.

'''The People's Envoy.'''

I will be taking your concerns abroad not that of the Elites. I’m not taking just the Consortium’s concerns abroad, nor just the Empire’s, nor just the Mayors, but EVERYONES.

If you deem to have me, I will be your Envoy. To take your concerns and issues not only to Imperial interests, but to renew our languishing relationships to the North and the East.

'''Faerinn Greatsinger, Esq, of Talador and Loenthra'''

'''Rumor Woods, Koaratos, 5123'''

== News for the North! ==
[[File:FNNMalwindeatsrocks1.png|375px|thumb|right|Baron Malwind tries Rock Tending, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

* Dwarven Emissaries Travel Across The Lands- Under the mountain the human empire is discussed but the dwarves decide to remain neutral for now.

* Icemule- A Dwarven Caravan is attacked. The Mayor plans to sends condolences to the mountain.

* Sol Haven- Rumors abound of children eating rocks after misunderstanding certain cultural oddities of Aldora.

* Wehnimer's Landing- Envoy selection takes place the world waits in anticipation to see who will speak for the Landing.

== Everything You're Dreaming ==
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Elidal's the greatest force of good you're ever seeing
We'd surely fall to ruin if not for his intervening
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Because of the parade of threats we've faced for many years
This Elidal is taking steps to now assuage our fears
And so one day he made a vow of some contentious prose
The biggest vow I've heard by now and this is how it goes:

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Hope and safety, wealth and wisdom, deeper inner meaning
He's the apex, he's the leadership that we've been needing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Now, it might seem precocious, like your lives are a disgrace
Or it might seem atrocious, like your heroes die a waste
But all the blood shed by our fallen fighters need not fail
Just ally now with Elidal or it's to no avail

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Not to sound too grand or condescending or demeaning
But have you seen the trouble this frontier is always gleaning?
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

(You could say it nearly backwards:
Dreaming your everything will bring Darkstone of barony...
But that's going a bit too far, don't you think?)

So as you face down yet more wars you didn't need to fight
Reflect on Eli's words and how he'll be our shining light
You'd better ponder carefully since this could change your life
For example: a permanent stability that sees the end of strife

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Lift you out of hopeless doubts and fears since they're deceiving
If you say it oft enough, you'll find yourself believing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

== Ask Lithyia ==

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'''Dear Lithyia'''

Every morning a dwarf smelling of liquor breaks into my shop and smashes all the vases claiming he is looking for “real gems”. I tried locking the doors, and barring the windows but he just passes through them like a ghost. Please advise.

Vaseless in Vornavis

'''Dear Vaseless in Vornavis,'''

Something I have learned over the years is that the fastest way to many dwarve’s hearts is through freshly made brew. I recommend you get your hands on a still and begin leaving “gifts” outside your shop for this dwarf. You should notice you no longer need to lock the doors or bar the windows because you will find them passed out drunk in front of your shop. You can then haul them off yourself or pay some youngin who needs a few silvers to do it for you. If you do not have access to a still, seek me out. I am a brewmaster and would be happy to craft some specialities just for you and this…situation.

Fresh brew is best brew!
Miss Lithy

'''Dear Lithyia,'''

I find myself in a most peculiar predicament—one that has left me pondering the ethics of my choices. You see, I have become entangled in an intriguing, yet probably evil, cult. The allure of their secret rituals and promises of enlightenment initially drew me in, but now I'm plagued with doubts. Should I stay in this malevolent cult, embracing its dark path, or should I break free from its clutches and seek a more morally upright existence? Please help me navigate this moral maze, Lithyia, for I fear I'm teetering on the edge of eternal damnation.

Sincerely,

Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics

'''Dear Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics,'''

Having never been involved in a cult myself or having any experience related to them I must ponder on this a bit. Have they threatened you or someone you love? If so, I would suggest removing yourself from them as soon as possible. I might also recommend some new wrist, arm and ankle sheaths to carry additional…implements. One can never be too careful. As for whether you should seek a more morally upright existence, I don’t think you need to fully sacrifice who you may be as a person just because things didn’t work out the way you hoped with this group.

Regards,
Miss Lithy

== Turamzyrrian Empire's Dark Legacy Unveiled: Evil Cult Hiding in Solhaven Sends Assassins into the Free North ==

[[File:FNNDarklegacyarticle1.png|375px|thumb|right|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Dendum]]

Byline: Dorper Eweherder

A dark cloud of treachery looms over the realm of Elanthia as the infamous Turamzyrrian Empire's troubled past comes to light once again. Known for its historical deeply ingrained racist policies and discriminatory practices, the empire now stands accused of shielding an insidious cult that has unleashed assassins into the once tranquil lands of the Free North. The revelation has sent shockwaves throughout the realm, exposing the Empire's complicity in this heinous plot.

For centuries, the Turamzyrrian Empire has held a notorious reputation for its divisive policies, fostering an environment of inequality and prejudice. Its discriminatory practices, targeting non-human races, have sown discord and resentment among the diverse populations of Elanthia. These issues have been made more troublesome when coupled with its militaristic campaigns of subjegation towards its neighbours.

Now, as the truth unravels, it has come to light that the empire has been sheltering and aiding an evil cult known as the Order of Eternal Light. This secretive and malevolent organization has dispatched assassins into the unsuspecting lands of the Free North, destabilizing the region and trying to strike fear and chaos among its inhabitants.

The Order of Eternal Light, notorious for their questionable membership and history of promoting the Lornon agenda, has found refuge within the empire's borders, shielded by its militaristic policies, authoritarian rule, and willful blindness. Their nefarious activities, supported by the Empire's resources and protection, have targeted key figures and leaders in the Free North, plunging the region into a state of wariness.

A group of courageous adventurers, driven by a relentless pursuit of justice, managed to peel back the layers of secrecy surrounding the Empire's unholy alliance with the Order of Eternal Light. Through their tenacious efforts, evidence linking high-ranking Empire Sympathizer to the cult's activities came to light, exposing the empire's complicity in this sinister plot.

We thank those brave souls who were former and current members of the Order who risked their lives helping expose the corruption.

The revelation has ignited a firestorm of outrage and condemnation throughout the Free North and beyond. Leaders and communities have united in their denouncement of the empire's aggressive stance in the sovereign territory of other people and its collaboration with an evil cult. Calls for justice and swift action reverberate through the halls of free people everywhere, demanding accountability for those responsible.

In response to mounting accusations, the Turamzyrrian Empire's representatives will scramble to distance themselves from the scandal, issuing statements condemning the cult's actions and denying any knowledge of their collaboration. However, the people of the Free North and the realm at large will remain skeptical, seeing these claims as a feeble attempt to salvage the empire's past reputation in light of recent efforts to rebrand itself.

As tensions escalate between the Free North and the Turamzyrrian Empire, Elanthia stands on the brink of an epic confrontation. The Free North, known for its resilience and commitment to justice, rallies its forces in a united front against the empire's tyranny. With swords raised and magic at their disposal, they stand ready to face the combined might of the empire and the Order of Eternal Light, vowing to restore peace and expose the truth.

The fate of Elanthia hangs in the balance as the forces of darkness threaten to engulf the realm. Will the Free North succeed in reclaiming its autonomy and defeating the evil that has been nurtured by the empire's feudal policies? Only time will tell, as the realm braces itself for an epic clash between justice and oppression.

== The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor ==

[[File:FNNRWad1.png|375px|thumb|left|Advertisement, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor

Deep in the heart of Wehnimer's Landing, an organization flourishes, embodying the principles of unity, strength, and honor. They are the Ord An Dragan, a revered clan that has etched its name in the annals of history as stalwart protectors of the realm.

Forged in the fires of chaos, the Ord An Dragan emerged during the Age of Chaos, when a battle raged at Shadow Guard. In an unprecedented display of unity, a diverse alliance formed, consisting of Dwarves, Giantmen, Elven Houses, Humans, Sylvans, Halflings, and many others. This union, a testament to the power of collaboration, turned the tide of war, forever changing the course of the realm's destiny.

Witnessing the transformative impact of this alliance, the members of the Ord An Dragan clan embraced their role as custodians of unity. They understood that strength lay not in isolation, but in the harmonious integration of different races and creeds. Their numbers and influence grew, establishing them as the last line of defense for the survival of Elanthia.

Through the ages, the Ord An Dragan clan quietly and steadfastly fulfilled their sacred duty. They became the watchful eyes, the meticulous record keepers, and the nurturing force behind the values they held dear. From the discovery of the Gnomes to the arrivals of the Erithians and Aelotoi, the Ord An Dragan clan stood witness to these pivotal events, safeguarding the fragile balance of the realm.

When the Aelotoi were attacked by the Kiramon, it was the Ord An Dragan clan who joined forces with the Ta’Illistim guards to defend them. This marked the first official record of their presence in the environs of Ta’Illistim. However, it was in Wehnimer's Landing that they found their true home—a haven for diversity due to its status as a port city and its proximity to various lands.

Embodying the creed established by the Drakes, the Ord An Dragan clan became arbiters of justice and cultivators of honor. Within their ranks, individuals found a sanctuary where their potentials were nurtured and protected. The unity of their powers, akin to the might of a dragon, fortified their resolve to safeguard the realm.

In the face of waning dragon numbers, the Ord An Dragan took up the mantle of guardianship. They pledged to honor the strength in unity, working tirelessly to ensure the coexistence of all races and the triumph of righteousness. Monthly meetings, though sometimes dismissed as "borin'" by a few immature members, serve as a testament to the clan's commitment to fostering unity, sharing wisdom, and upholding their cherished values.

Today, the Ord An Dragan stands as a shining beacon in Wehnimer's Landing, a symbol of unity and honor. They have dedicated themselves to the well-being of the realm, protecting it from the encroachment of darkness. In their footsteps, new generations are guided and inspired to carry forward the legacy of the Ord An Dragan, preserving the realm's harmony and safeguarding its future.

May their noble endeavors continue to inspire all who seek a world built upon unity, strength, and honor.

== Help Wanted/Classifieds ==

== "Sheep's Wool: A Flock Too Far in Courtly Fashion" ==

[[File:FNNroltonfashion1.png|375px|thumb|left|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

By Madam Maedat

In an age where courtly fashion knows no bounds, one cannot help but marvel at the relentless obsession with sheep's wool. It seems that every nobleman and noblewoman, from the grandest castle to the lowliest manor, must drape themselves in the fluffy fabric of these humble farm creatures. Verily, we have reached a point where sheep's wool has become the cornerstone of court couture, and I am compelled to raise my quill in mock astonishment at this woolly madness.

Gone are the days of intricate embroidery and fine silks that adorned the aristocracy. Now, one can hardly tell a lord from a shepherd at first glance, for they are all swathed in wool from head to toe. It is as if they have declared a silent allegiance to the noble sheep, or are suffering in a secret love affair with some rolton, forsaking all other materials in favor of their cozy, albeit predictable, charm.

Let us take a moment to ponder the origins of this fashion frenzy. Sheep, creatures blessed with abundant fleece, have long been cherished for their warmth and versatility. Their wool has provided countless garments throughout history, but today it seems the demand has reached unprecedented heights. It is as if our courtly denizens, from Allace to Trauntor, have entered into a pact with the sheep, vying to outdo one another in their excessive display of ovine devotion.

Behold, the ladies parading in their woolen gowns, each step accompanied by the sound of gentle baas. Their dressmakers laboriously sculpt these garments, ensuring no inch of their noble forms remains untouched by the woolly embrace. Layers upon layers of the stuff are piled on, transforming them into walking clouds of fluff. It is a wonder they do not float away, carried off by a strong gust of wind or a playful ram.

The gentlemen fare no better, donning woolen doublets, cloaks, and even leggings. They walk with a perpetual itch, for who among them can withstand the tickling sensation that accompanies an entire outfit fashioned from wool? Yet, they persist, prancing about in their woolly attire as if they have forgotten the existence of other fabrics entirely.

Alas, even the knights who once gleamed in shining armor have succumbed to the pull of sheep's wool. No longer do they ride into battle, clad in protective steel; instead, they charge forth covered head to toe in woolen armor. One wonders if their adversaries will die from laughter before they can even draw their swords.

I implore the courtly elite to reconsider their devotion to sheep's wool. Surely there are other fabrics worthy of their attention? Let us not forget the delicate touch of velvet, the shimmer of satin, or the regal flow of brocade. Our forefathers would turn in their graves if they witnessed such a woolly takeover of fashion.

In conclusion, dear readers, let us remember the time-honored lesson of moderation. While sheep's wool undeniably has its place in courtly fashion, its ubiquity threatens to transform our noble courts into pastures. Let us reclaim the elegance and diversity that once graced our wardrobes, lest we become a flock of fashion sheep, forever caught in the woolly embrace of mediocrity.

== All Enemies Can Not Change by Dendum ==

[[File:FNNRWad2.png|375px|thumb|right|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

Great disturbances occur in the Free North. The ground itself shakes under Icemule and fire reaches out willingly to the waters. Visions stalk the minds of the unwary and the path forward is not clear. The mountains around the Landing have become unstable. In this dark time there are some in Icemule and even some in the Landing who seek peaceful accord with ancient foes, seek to tame that which has stalked us, killed our brethren, sacrificed our friends for their own glory.

The enemy’s fleet has terrorized our waters for many years, Talbot Dabbings kin saw them for what they were, they have proven themselves untrustworthy time and time again but still there are voices in the North that claim we can make peace with them. Even in the Landing, which has suffered attacks from this enemy more than any other, there is talk of working out an accord despite the past.

Why would anyone think that such a foe will change behavior overnight just because they need land? When we have seen their dark magic and all its corruption, we have felt the bit of their blade and heard their useless barking? They are mighty now, this is true, but that does not make them an ally worth inviting in it just makes them a threat worth holding back.

Some say we must seek an accord because failure to treat with them will cause them to migrate against our will. Did we become so meek that we bow to any threat no matter how vile the forces behind the threat? Is this not the North that has held up against impossible odds before? The birth place of Black Wolves that held off Ta’vaalor in ancient days? The place where Krolvin Armadas break, not against the rocky shore, but against the iron will of the defenders? They may be strong but that has never been a barrier in the past.

Some say the enemy’s problem are a result of their own making...and this surely can be true because they have sewn a field of evil seeds and now must deal with the consequences. It is not for us to give them a new field to plant and destroy with their wicked ways.

If kind hearts demand refuge be given to the ancient foe then let them change their ways and THEN be accepted. Do not let them bring the rites and rituals of their homeland into the North to continue to spread darkness. Do not give them a new patch of dirt from which to lash out against more innocent lives and cause more destruction. Only in changing can they become more than a threat to the North.

== A Guide to Cooking Rolton: A Delightful Compendium of Recipes from the Free North ==

This is a story about a town that's plucky!

Invaders charge in, full of bloodlust,
Assailing us from all around
A rain-soaked battle where heroes rush,
Rallying back to stand our ground

They'll say: "Aren't they fiery, that Wehnimer's town?"
And they'll see...

We're so plucky, full of fight,
How we try, try, try using all our might, knowing
Evil forces disrupt our every plan
But surely we'll pull through in the end

The Landing standing: a mystery
Besieged by threats on every side
But our blades keep whirling and our spells keep swirling
Relentless and we'll always turn the tide

They'll say: "Aren't they crazy, that Wehnimer's town?"
And they'll see...

We're so plucky, full of fight
How we fry, fry, fry foes with pylon light, knowing
We draw our strength from our courage and our friends
And surely we'll pull through in the end

"They're only lucky, that Wehnimer's town!"

Our town's so plucky, must be how we survive
Even Raelee Svala has no other theories why
Yet we still grow and thrive

And they'll see!
We're so plucky, full of fight
Enemies die, die, die when they attack at night, knowing
If we're still breathing, we rise up to defend
For surely we'll triumph in the end

We are so plucky
Riding high, high, high to protect what's right, knowing
Whenever needed, our inner strength will shine
And surely we'll triumph every time

== Leaked Criminal Notes on the Nefarious Knitter - by The Alleged Sapphire Guard ==

[[File:sapphireguard.png|375px|thumb|right|generated by MidJourney]]

'''OOC Disclaimer: No this is not actually written by a member of the Sapphire Guard. This an IC reimagining by the anonymous author of what might be in the point for giggles. It's a bit!'''

While trying our best to find someone, anyone to take the blame for the Princess’s death aside from Arditin’s niece, we have been gathering intelligence for the benefit of the Sun Throne on one known as the ‘Nefarious Knitter’.

We have found the following:

* She is a member of the Black Thorns, a terrorist organization devoted to the spread of vile anti-socialist ideologies such as ‘Democracy’ and ‘Equality’.

* This anti-imperialist agent was not available to kill the Princess as she was fighting a giant earth elemental with an entire town of witnesses. At that time Orelwen was pushing Kasendra off of a staircase or something. But Arditin does not like this lady.

* We can’t find her.

So in instead of pertinent information here is our information on the membership of the Black Thorns:

* The Black Thorns have an estimated 3,000 members trained in forty different martial arts lost from the days of Despana and the strength of a hundred demons.

* Their leader is one, Talliver Dabbins, the warlord of Silver Mule Trace. He wanted for his war crimes during the Griffon Sword War of creating vampires and wyrms. His lair is deep in the Hinterwilds, but he is easy to spot due to his thirteen foot hairy frame.

* His lieutenant is a real player in the Cult of Zelia and a rogue Palestra Blade named Yoshie. This deranged assassin’s trade mark is a squid branded to his hand, and the replacement of his victim’s nails with rails.

* The Talon, a half-elf pirate from Mist Harbor who enraged a column of Aldoran swamp-berserkers to march on the Shining City until a Knights of the Realm convinced diverted them into dying in a swamp. We suspect this is another anatomy based alias of Socius, because screw that guy.

* The red-haired, half-sylvan former leader of the Rooks and Mayor of Wehnimer’s Landing - Casiphia.

* An ottoman that Thadston threw so hard with his magic arms that it became sentient.

* A gnome under the alias, Dr. C

* Gurbah, who requires no further explanation.

We hope you find this information useful as we coverup the deaths of many of your suspects, I mean, subjects including your cousin.

== Faerinn for Envoy==

[[File:Faerinnenvoy1.png|375px|thumb|left|generated by MidJourney]]

[[File:Faerinnenvoy2.png|375px|thumb|right|generated by MidJourney]]

Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed members of the Wehnimer's Landing community, I rise before you today to advocate for Faerinn as the best candidate for councilor. Faerinn's remarkable qualities and unwavering dedication make them the ideal choice to represent our beloved town and ensure its prosperity.

First and foremost, Faerinn possesses a deep understanding of Wehnimer's Landing. Through their active involvement and extensive experience within the community, they have proven themselves to be well-versed in the town's rich history, its challenges, and its aspirations. This familiarity enables Faerinn to make informed decisions and take actions that truly benefit our town.

Furthermore, Faerinn is a natural leader with a genuine passion for community development. They have demonstrated an exceptional ability to bring people together, fostering a sense of unity and collaboration. By actively engaging with residents and soliciting their input, Faerinn ensures that the voices of the people are heard, and their concerns are addressed. Such inclusive leadership is essential for the growth and prosperity of Wehnimer's Landing.

Moreover, Faerinn's commitment to progress is unparalleled. They possess a forward-thinking mindset and are always seeking innovative solutions to enhance our town's infrastructure, economy, and overall quality of life. With Faerinn at the helm, Wehnimer's Landing can embrace advancements while staying true to its unique character, ensuring a thriving and sustainable future.

Lastly, Faerinn's integrity and transparency set them apart as a councilor. They prioritize open communication and accountability, keeping residents informed about important decisions and actively seeking their feedback. This level of transparency builds trust and empowers the community, fostering a stronger bond between the councilor and the people they represent.

In conclusion, Faerinn's deep understanding of Wehnimer's Landing, their inclusive leadership style, their commitment to progress, and their integrity make them the ideal candidate for councilor. By electing Faerinn, we can be confident that our town will be in capable hands, working tirelessly to ensure our collective success. Let us rally behind Faerinn and together create a brighter future for Wehnimer's Landing.

User:DIEHLS

2023-07-04T13:25:45Z

DIEHLS: /* All Enemies Can Not Change by Dendum */

{{creative-work | title = The Free North News Issue #4| type = Newspaper| author = Various}}

'''OOC Disclaimer: The following is about Empire, revolution, settler colonialism, and it’s many consequences. The opinions stated here are to be taken in character and should not be taken as out of character judgements. It is intended as in chracter rhetoric. Except that we should have a rolton cryptid. Oh and do not insert into any orifices. Or do, I’m just not legally responsible for it.'''

'''IC Disclaimer: The Black Thorns are more of a collective, and less of a organization with heirachy and a roster. Please do not take the perspective of one member to apply to all of us.'''

[[File:Freenorthnews.png|375px|thumb|Right|Created in Midjourney Edited by player of Ceilia & Dendum uploaded by player of Dendum]]

== The Faerinn Well, Notes from the Editor ==
[[File:Peoplesenvoy.jpg|375px|thumb|left|The People's Envoy, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]
'''OOC Disclaimer: The following are the in character views of Faerinn. While things may be embellished or exaggerated to help make a point or to entertain, the facts stated here are as far as Faerinn is aware true.'''
I call to those who call Wehnimer’s Landing home and thank you for once again putting up with another campaign by me.

I came here a refugee time and time again. People say I hate Imperials, but forget that I came here as one. And I went back to Talador time and time again only to be driven out by one half-human progrom after another. I thought Talador was my home, because I was born there. The Landing always took me back no questions asked. It took years after the destruction of Talador to realize that my real home was here all alone.

I don’t hate the people of the Empire. I don’t even hate the Empire itself Not What I hate are the machinations of Imperialism. The systems that oppress everyone in its borders from Sun Throne to South Haven. The mechanisms that produce great heros, but rewards the greatest villains. As Jovery fought Hochstib on our behalf, the Sentinal had no issue with also accepting Hochstib’s claims for for the Sun Throne. A system that can’t but help to subjugate and expand as the top of the pyramid hoard more and more resources.

I’ve lost so much to this machine. Loss that is incalculable and incomprehensible except to Aletoi from Bre’Nere. I watch the reactions from the Reach, and I don’t think I can do it again. I don’t have it in me to lose another home. That is how you can know I am genuine. This is my guarantee to serve you to the very best of my abilities.

Whether it was the intentional or not, once this position came up for a vote to the citizens of the Landing the position changed from someone who reports to the Mayor, Council, and Sentinal. This is a brand new position now that, one that is beholden not only to the voters, but all the residents of the Landing.

'''The People's Envoy.'''

I will be taking your concerns abroad not that of the Elites. I’m not taking just the Consortium’s concerns abroad, nor just the Empire’s, nor just the Mayors, but EVERYONES.

If you deem to have me, I will be your Envoy. To take your concerns and issues not only to Imperial interests, but to renew our languishing relationships to the North and the East.

'''Faerinn Greatsinger, Esq, of Talador and Loenthra'''

'''Rumor Woods, Koaratos, 5123'''

== News for the North! ==
[[File:FNNMalwindeatsrocks1.png|375px|thumb|right|Baron Malwind tries Rock Tending, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

* Dwarven Emissaries Travel Across The Lands- Under the mountain the human empire is discussed but the dwarves decide to remain neutral for now.

* Icemule- A Dwarven Caravan is attacked. The Mayor plans to sends condolences to the mountain.

* Sol Haven- Rumors abound of children eating rocks after misunderstanding certain cultural oddities of Aldora.

* Wehnimer's Landing- Envoy selection takes place the world waits in anticipation to see who will speak for the Landing.

== Everything You're Dreaming ==
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Elidal's the greatest force of good you're ever seeing
We'd surely fall to ruin if not for his intervening
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Because of the parade of threats we've faced for many years
This Elidal is taking steps to now assuage our fears
And so one day he made a vow of some contentious prose
The biggest vow I've heard by now and this is how it goes:

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Hope and safety, wealth and wisdom, deeper inner meaning
He's the apex, he's the leadership that we've been needing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Now, it might seem precocious, like your lives are a disgrace
Or it might seem atrocious, like your heroes die a waste
But all the blood shed by our fallen fighters need not fail
Just ally now with Elidal or it's to no avail

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Not to sound too grand or condescending or demeaning
But have you seen the trouble this frontier is always gleaning?
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

(You could say it nearly backwards:
Dreaming your everything will bring Darkstone of barony...
But that's going a bit too far, don't you think?)

So as you face down yet more wars you didn't need to fight
Reflect on Eli's words and how he'll be our shining light
You'd better ponder carefully since this could change your life
For example: a permanent stability that sees the end of strife

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Lift you out of hopeless doubts and fears since they're deceiving
If you say it oft enough, you'll find yourself believing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

== Ask Lithyia ==

[[File:FNNcultsymbol1.png|375px|thumb|left|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

'''Dear Lithyia'''

Every morning a dwarf smelling of liquor breaks into my shop and smashes all the vases claiming he is looking for “real gems”. I tried locking the doors, and barring the windows but he just passes through them like a ghost. Please advise.

Vaseless in Vornavis

'''Dear Vaseless in Vornavis,'''

Something I have learned over the years is that the fastest way to many dwarve’s hearts is through freshly made brew. I recommend you get your hands on a still and begin leaving “gifts” outside your shop for this dwarf. You should notice you no longer need to lock the doors or bar the windows because you will find them passed out drunk in front of your shop. You can then haul them off yourself or pay some youngin who needs a few silvers to do it for you. If you do not have access to a still, seek me out. I am a brewmaster and would be happy to craft some specialities just for you and this…situation.

Fresh brew is best brew!
Miss Lithy

'''Dear Lithyia,'''

I find myself in a most peculiar predicament—one that has left me pondering the ethics of my choices. You see, I have become entangled in an intriguing, yet probably evil, cult. The allure of their secret rituals and promises of enlightenment initially drew me in, but now I'm plagued with doubts. Should I stay in this malevolent cult, embracing its dark path, or should I break free from its clutches and seek a more morally upright existence? Please help me navigate this moral maze, Lithyia, for I fear I'm teetering on the edge of eternal damnation.

Sincerely,

Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics

'''Dear Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics,'''

Having never been involved in a cult myself or having any experience related to them I must ponder on this a bit. Have they threatened you or someone you love? If so, I would suggest removing yourself from them as soon as possible. I might also recommend some new wrist, arm and ankle sheaths to carry additional…implements. One can never be too careful. As for whether you should seek a more morally upright existence, I don’t think you need to fully sacrifice who you may be as a person just because things didn’t work out the way you hoped with this group.

Regards,
Miss Lithy

== Turamzyrrian Empire's Dark Legacy Unveiled: Evil Cult Hiding in Solhaven Sends Assassins into the Free North ==

[[File:FNNDarklegacyarticle1.png|375px|thumb|right|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Dendum]]

Byline: Dorper Eweherder

A dark cloud of treachery looms over the realm of Elanthia as the infamous Turamzyrrian Empire's troubled past comes to light once again. Known for its historical deeply ingrained racist policies and discriminatory practices, the empire now stands accused of shielding an insidious cult that has unleashed assassins into the once tranquil lands of the Free North. The revelation has sent shockwaves throughout the realm, exposing the Empire's complicity in this heinous plot.

For centuries, the Turamzyrrian Empire has held a notorious reputation for its divisive policies, fostering an environment of inequality and prejudice. Its discriminatory practices, targeting non-human races, have sown discord and resentment among the diverse populations of Elanthia. These issues have been made more troublesome when coupled with its militaristic campaigns of subjegation towards its neighbours.

Now, as the truth unravels, it has come to light that the empire has been sheltering and aiding an evil cult known as the Order of Eternal Light. This secretive and malevolent organization has dispatched assassins into the unsuspecting lands of the Free North, destabilizing the region and trying to strike fear and chaos among its inhabitants.

The Order of Eternal Light, notorious for their questionable membership and history of promoting the Lornon agenda, has found refuge within the empire's borders, shielded by its militaristic policies, authoritarian rule, and willful blindness. Their nefarious activities, supported by the Empire's resources and protection, have targeted key figures and leaders in the Free North, plunging the region into a state of wariness.

A group of courageous adventurers, driven by a relentless pursuit of justice, managed to peel back the layers of secrecy surrounding the Empire's unholy alliance with the Order of Eternal Light. Through their tenacious efforts, evidence linking high-ranking Empire Sympathizer to the cult's activities came to light, exposing the empire's complicity in this sinister plot.

We thank those brave souls who were former and current members of the Order who risked their lives helping expose the corruption.

The revelation has ignited a firestorm of outrage and condemnation throughout the Free North and beyond. Leaders and communities have united in their denouncement of the empire's aggressive stance in the sovereign territory of other people and its collaboration with an evil cult. Calls for justice and swift action reverberate through the halls of free people everywhere, demanding accountability for those responsible.

In response to mounting accusations, the Turamzyrrian Empire's representatives will scramble to distance themselves from the scandal, issuing statements condemning the cult's actions and denying any knowledge of their collaboration. However, the people of the Free North and the realm at large will remain skeptical, seeing these claims as a feeble attempt to salvage the empire's past reputation in light of recent efforts to rebrand itself.

As tensions escalate between the Free North and the Turamzyrrian Empire, Elanthia stands on the brink of an epic confrontation. The Free North, known for its resilience and commitment to justice, rallies its forces in a united front against the empire's tyranny. With swords raised and magic at their disposal, they stand ready to face the combined might of the empire and the Order of Eternal Light, vowing to restore peace and expose the truth.

The fate of Elanthia hangs in the balance as the forces of darkness threaten to engulf the realm. Will the Free North succeed in reclaiming its autonomy and defeating the evil that has been nurtured by the empire's feudal policies? Only time will tell, as the realm braces itself for an epic clash between justice and oppression.

== The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor ==

[[File:FNNRWad1.png|375px|thumb|left|Advertisement, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor

Deep in the heart of Wehnimer's Landing, an organization flourishes, embodying the principles of unity, strength, and honor. They are the Ord An Dragan, a revered clan that has etched its name in the annals of history as stalwart protectors of the realm.

Forged in the fires of chaos, the Ord An Dragan emerged during the Age of Chaos, when a battle raged at Shadow Guard. In an unprecedented display of unity, a diverse alliance formed, consisting of Dwarves, Giantmen, Elven Houses, Humans, Sylvans, Halflings, and many others. This union, a testament to the power of collaboration, turned the tide of war, forever changing the course of the realm's destiny.

Witnessing the transformative impact of this alliance, the members of the Ord An Dragan clan embraced their role as custodians of unity. They understood that strength lay not in isolation, but in the harmonious integration of different races and creeds. Their numbers and influence grew, establishing them as the last line of defense for the survival of Elanthia.

Through the ages, the Ord An Dragan clan quietly and steadfastly fulfilled their sacred duty. They became the watchful eyes, the meticulous record keepers, and the nurturing force behind the values they held dear. From the discovery of the Gnomes to the arrivals of the Erithians and Aelotoi, the Ord An Dragan clan stood witness to these pivotal events, safeguarding the fragile balance of the realm.

When the Aelotoi were attacked by the Kiramon, it was the Ord An Dragan clan who joined forces with the Ta’Illistim guards to defend them. This marked the first official record of their presence in the environs of Ta’Illistim. However, it was in Wehnimer's Landing that they found their true home—a haven for diversity due to its status as a port city and its proximity to various lands.

Embodying the creed established by the Drakes, the Ord An Dragan clan became arbiters of justice and cultivators of honor. Within their ranks, individuals found a sanctuary where their potentials were nurtured and protected. The unity of their powers, akin to the might of a dragon, fortified their resolve to safeguard the realm.

In the face of waning dragon numbers, the Ord An Dragan took up the mantle of guardianship. They pledged to honor the strength in unity, working tirelessly to ensure the coexistence of all races and the triumph of righteousness. Monthly meetings, though sometimes dismissed as "borin'" by a few immature members, serve as a testament to the clan's commitment to fostering unity, sharing wisdom, and upholding their cherished values.

Today, the Ord An Dragan stands as a shining beacon in Wehnimer's Landing, a symbol of unity and honor. They have dedicated themselves to the well-being of the realm, protecting it from the encroachment of darkness. In their footsteps, new generations are guided and inspired to carry forward the legacy of the Ord An Dragan, preserving the realm's harmony and safeguarding its future.

May their noble endeavors continue to inspire all who seek a world built upon unity, strength, and honor.

== Help Wanted/Classifieds ==

== "Sheep's Wool: A Flock Too Far in Courtly Fashion" ==

[[File:FNNroltonfashion1.png|375px|thumb|left|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

By Madam Maedat

In an age where courtly fashion knows no bounds, one cannot help but marvel at the relentless obsession with sheep's wool. It seems that every nobleman and noblewoman, from the grandest castle to the lowliest manor, must drape themselves in the fluffy fabric of these humble farm creatures. Verily, we have reached a point where sheep's wool has become the cornerstone of court couture, and I am compelled to raise my quill in mock astonishment at this woolly madness.

Gone are the days of intricate embroidery and fine silks that adorned the aristocracy. Now, one can hardly tell a lord from a shepherd at first glance, for they are all swathed in wool from head to toe. It is as if they have declared a silent allegiance to the noble sheep, or are suffering in a secret love affair with some rolton, forsaking all other materials in favor of their cozy, albeit predictable, charm.

Let us take a moment to ponder the origins of this fashion frenzy. Sheep, creatures blessed with abundant fleece, have long been cherished for their warmth and versatility. Their wool has provided countless garments throughout history, but today it seems the demand has reached unprecedented heights. It is as if our courtly denizens, from Allace to Trauntor, have entered into a pact with the sheep, vying to outdo one another in their excessive display of ovine devotion.

Behold, the ladies parading in their woolen gowns, each step accompanied by the sound of gentle baas. Their dressmakers laboriously sculpt these garments, ensuring no inch of their noble forms remains untouched by the woolly embrace. Layers upon layers of the stuff are piled on, transforming them into walking clouds of fluff. It is a wonder they do not float away, carried off by a strong gust of wind or a playful ram.

The gentlemen fare no better, donning woolen doublets, cloaks, and even leggings. They walk with a perpetual itch, for who among them can withstand the tickling sensation that accompanies an entire outfit fashioned from wool? Yet, they persist, prancing about in their woolly attire as if they have forgotten the existence of other fabrics entirely.

Alas, even the knights who once gleamed in shining armor have succumbed to the pull of sheep's wool. No longer do they ride into battle, clad in protective steel; instead, they charge forth covered head to toe in woolen armor. One wonders if their adversaries will die from laughter before they can even draw their swords.

I implore the courtly elite to reconsider their devotion to sheep's wool. Surely there are other fabrics worthy of their attention? Let us not forget the delicate touch of velvet, the shimmer of satin, or the regal flow of brocade. Our forefathers would turn in their graves if they witnessed such a woolly takeover of fashion.

In conclusion, dear readers, let us remember the time-honored lesson of moderation. While sheep's wool undeniably has its place in courtly fashion, its ubiquity threatens to transform our noble courts into pastures. Let us reclaim the elegance and diversity that once graced our wardrobes, lest we become a flock of fashion sheep, forever caught in the woolly embrace of mediocrity.

== All Enemies Can Not Change by Dendum ==

[[File:FNNRWad2.png|375px|thumb|right|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

Great disturbances occur in the Free North. The ground itself shakes under Icemule and fire reaches out willingly to the waters. Visions stalk the minds of the unwary and the path forward is not clear. The mountains around the Landing have become unstable. In this dark time there are some in Icemule and even some in the Landing who seek peaceful accord with ancient foes, seek to tame that which has stalked us, killed our brethren, sacrificed our friends for their own glory.

The enemy’s fleet has terrorized our waters for many years, Talbot Dabbings kin saw them for what they were, they have proven themselves untrustworthy time and time again but still there are voices in the North that claim we can make peace with them. Even in the Landing, which has suffered attacks from this enemy more than any other, there is talk of working out an accord despite the past.

Why would anyone think that such a foe will change behavior overnight just because they need land? When we have seen their dark magic and all its corruption, we have felt the bit of their blade and heard their useless barking? They are mighty now, this is true, but that does not make them an ally worth inviting in it just makes them a threat worth holding back.

Some say we must seek an accord because failure to treat with them will cause them to migrate against our will. Did we become so meek that we bow to any threat no matter how vile the forces behind the threat? Is this not the North that has held up against impossible odds before? The birth place of Black Wolves that held off Ta’vaalor in ancient days? The place where Krolvin Armadas break, not against the rocky shore, but against the iron will of the defenders? They may be strong but that has never been a barrier in the past.

Some say the enemy’s problem are a result of their own making...and this surely can be true because they have sewn a field of evil seeds and now must deal with the consequences. It is not for us to give them a new field to plant and destroy with their wicked ways.

If kind hearts demand refuge be given to the ancient foe then let them change their ways and THEN be accepted. Do not let them bring the rites and rituals of their homeland into the North to continue to spread darkness. Do not give them a new patch of dirt from which to lash out against more innocent lives and cause more destruction. Only in changing can they become more than a threat to the North.

== The Plucky Town - by Leafiara ==

This is a story about a town that's plucky!

Invaders charge in, full of bloodlust,
Assailing us from all around
A rain-soaked battle where heroes rush,
Rallying back to stand our ground

They'll say: "Aren't they fiery, that Wehnimer's town?"
And they'll see...

We're so plucky, full of fight,
How we try, try, try using all our might, knowing
Evil forces disrupt our every plan
But surely we'll pull through in the end

The Landing standing: a mystery
Besieged by threats on every side
But our blades keep whirling and our spells keep swirling
Relentless and we'll always turn the tide

They'll say: "Aren't they crazy, that Wehnimer's town?"
And they'll see...

We're so plucky, full of fight
How we fry, fry, fry foes with pylon light, knowing
We draw our strength from our courage and our friends
And surely we'll pull through in the end

"They're only lucky, that Wehnimer's town!"

Our town's so plucky, must be how we survive
Even Raelee Svala has no other theories why
Yet we still grow and thrive

And they'll see!
We're so plucky, full of fight
Enemies die, die, die when they attack at night, knowing
If we're still breathing, we rise up to defend
For surely we'll triumph in the end

We are so plucky
Riding high, high, high to protect what's right, knowing
Whenever needed, our inner strength will shine
And surely we'll triumph every time

== Leaked Criminal Notes on the Nefarious Knitter - by The Alleged Sapphire Guard ==

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'''OOC Disclaimer: No this is not actually written by a member of the Sapphire Guard. This an IC reimagining by the anonymous author of what might be in the point for giggles. It's a bit!'''

While trying our best to find someone, anyone to take the blame for the Princess’s death aside from Arditin’s niece, we have been gathering intelligence for the benefit of the Sun Throne on one known as the ‘Nefarious Knitter’.

We have found the following:

* She is a member of the Black Thorns, a terrorist organization devoted to the spread of vile anti-socialist ideologies such as ‘Democracy’ and ‘Equality’.

* This anti-imperialist agent was not available to kill the Princess as she was fighting a giant earth elemental with an entire town of witnesses. At that time Orelwen was pushing Kasendra off of a staircase or something. But Arditin does not like this lady.

* We can’t find her.

So in instead of pertinent information here is our information on the membership of the Black Thorns:

* The Black Thorns have an estimated 3,000 members trained in forty different martial arts lost from the days of Despana and the strength of a hundred demons.

* Their leader is one, Talliver Dabbins, the warlord of Silver Mule Trace. He wanted for his war crimes during the Griffon Sword War of creating vampires and wyrms. His lair is deep in the Hinterwilds, but he is easy to spot due to his thirteen foot hairy frame.

* His lieutenant is a real player in the Cult of Zelia and a rogue Palestra Blade named Yoshie. This deranged assassin’s trade mark is a squid branded to his hand, and the replacement of his victim’s nails with rails.

* The Talon, a half-elf pirate from Mist Harbor who enraged a column of Aldoran swamp-berserkers to march on the Shining City until a Knights of the Realm convinced diverted them into dying in a swamp. We suspect this is another anatomy based alias of Socius, because screw that guy.

* The red-haired, half-sylvan former leader of the Rooks and Mayor of Wehnimer’s Landing - Casiphia.

* An ottoman that Thadston threw so hard with his magic arms that it became sentient.

* A gnome under the alias, Dr. C

* Gurbah, who requires no further explanation.

We hope you find this information useful as we coverup the deaths of many of your suspects, I mean, subjects including your cousin.

== Faerinn for Envoy==

[[File:Faerinnenvoy1.png|375px|thumb|left|generated by MidJourney]]

[[File:Faerinnenvoy2.png|375px|thumb|right|generated by MidJourney]]

Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed members of the Wehnimer's Landing community, I rise before you today to advocate for Faerinn as the best candidate for councilor. Faerinn's remarkable qualities and unwavering dedication make them the ideal choice to represent our beloved town and ensure its prosperity.

First and foremost, Faerinn possesses a deep understanding of Wehnimer's Landing. Through their active involvement and extensive experience within the community, they have proven themselves to be well-versed in the town's rich history, its challenges, and its aspirations. This familiarity enables Faerinn to make informed decisions and take actions that truly benefit our town.

Furthermore, Faerinn is a natural leader with a genuine passion for community development. They have demonstrated an exceptional ability to bring people together, fostering a sense of unity and collaboration. By actively engaging with residents and soliciting their input, Faerinn ensures that the voices of the people are heard, and their concerns are addressed. Such inclusive leadership is essential for the growth and prosperity of Wehnimer's Landing.

Moreover, Faerinn's commitment to progress is unparalleled. They possess a forward-thinking mindset and are always seeking innovative solutions to enhance our town's infrastructure, economy, and overall quality of life. With Faerinn at the helm, Wehnimer's Landing can embrace advancements while staying true to its unique character, ensuring a thriving and sustainable future.

Lastly, Faerinn's integrity and transparency set them apart as a councilor. They prioritize open communication and accountability, keeping residents informed about important decisions and actively seeking their feedback. This level of transparency builds trust and empowers the community, fostering a stronger bond between the councilor and the people they represent.

In conclusion, Faerinn's deep understanding of Wehnimer's Landing, their inclusive leadership style, their commitment to progress, and their integrity make them the ideal candidate for councilor. By electing Faerinn, we can be confident that our town will be in capable hands, working tirelessly to ensure our collective success. Let us rally behind Faerinn and together create a brighter future for Wehnimer's Landing.

User:DIEHLS

2023-07-04T13:24:29Z

DIEHLS: /* All Enemies Can Not Change by Dendum */

{{creative-work | title = The Free North News Issue #4| type = Newspaper| author = Various}}

'''OOC Disclaimer: The following is about Empire, revolution, settler colonialism, and it’s many consequences. The opinions stated here are to be taken in character and should not be taken as out of character judgements. It is intended as in chracter rhetoric. Except that we should have a rolton cryptid. Oh and do not insert into any orifices. Or do, I’m just not legally responsible for it.'''

'''IC Disclaimer: The Black Thorns are more of a collective, and less of a organization with heirachy and a roster. Please do not take the perspective of one member to apply to all of us.'''

[[File:Freenorthnews.png|375px|thumb|Right|Created in Midjourney Edited by player of Ceilia & Dendum uploaded by player of Dendum]]

== The Faerinn Well, Notes from the Editor ==
[[File:Peoplesenvoy.jpg|375px|thumb|left|The People's Envoy, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]
'''OOC Disclaimer: The following are the in character views of Faerinn. While things may be embellished or exaggerated to help make a point or to entertain, the facts stated here are as far as Faerinn is aware true.'''
I call to those who call Wehnimer’s Landing home and thank you for once again putting up with another campaign by me.

I came here a refugee time and time again. People say I hate Imperials, but forget that I came here as one. And I went back to Talador time and time again only to be driven out by one half-human progrom after another. I thought Talador was my home, because I was born there. The Landing always took me back no questions asked. It took years after the destruction of Talador to realize that my real home was here all alone.

I don’t hate the people of the Empire. I don’t even hate the Empire itself Not What I hate are the machinations of Imperialism. The systems that oppress everyone in its borders from Sun Throne to South Haven. The mechanisms that produce great heros, but rewards the greatest villains. As Jovery fought Hochstib on our behalf, the Sentinal had no issue with also accepting Hochstib’s claims for for the Sun Throne. A system that can’t but help to subjugate and expand as the top of the pyramid hoard more and more resources.

I’ve lost so much to this machine. Loss that is incalculable and incomprehensible except to Aletoi from Bre’Nere. I watch the reactions from the Reach, and I don’t think I can do it again. I don’t have it in me to lose another home. That is how you can know I am genuine. This is my guarantee to serve you to the very best of my abilities.

Whether it was the intentional or not, once this position came up for a vote to the citizens of the Landing the position changed from someone who reports to the Mayor, Council, and Sentinal. This is a brand new position now that, one that is beholden not only to the voters, but all the residents of the Landing.

'''The People's Envoy.'''

I will be taking your concerns abroad not that of the Elites. I’m not taking just the Consortium’s concerns abroad, nor just the Empire’s, nor just the Mayors, but EVERYONES.

If you deem to have me, I will be your Envoy. To take your concerns and issues not only to Imperial interests, but to renew our languishing relationships to the North and the East.

'''Faerinn Greatsinger, Esq, of Talador and Loenthra'''

'''Rumor Woods, Koaratos, 5123'''

== News for the North! ==
[[File:FNNMalwindeatsrocks1.png|375px|thumb|right|Baron Malwind tries Rock Tending, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

* Dwarven Emissaries Travel Across The Lands- Under the mountain the human empire is discussed but the dwarves decide to remain neutral for now.

* Icemule- A Dwarven Caravan is attacked. The Mayor plans to sends condolences to the mountain.

* Sol Haven- Rumors abound of children eating rocks after misunderstanding certain cultural oddities of Aldora.

* Wehnimer's Landing- Envoy selection takes place the world waits in anticipation to see who will speak for the Landing.

== Everything You're Dreaming ==
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Elidal's the greatest force of good you're ever seeing
We'd surely fall to ruin if not for his intervening
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Because of the parade of threats we've faced for many years
This Elidal is taking steps to now assuage our fears
And so one day he made a vow of some contentious prose
The biggest vow I've heard by now and this is how it goes:

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Hope and safety, wealth and wisdom, deeper inner meaning
He's the apex, he's the leadership that we've been needing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Now, it might seem precocious, like your lives are a disgrace
Or it might seem atrocious, like your heroes die a waste
But all the blood shed by our fallen fighters need not fail
Just ally now with Elidal or it's to no avail

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Not to sound too grand or condescending or demeaning
But have you seen the trouble this frontier is always gleaning?
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

(You could say it nearly backwards:
Dreaming your everything will bring Darkstone of barony...
But that's going a bit too far, don't you think?)

So as you face down yet more wars you didn't need to fight
Reflect on Eli's words and how he'll be our shining light
You'd better ponder carefully since this could change your life
For example: a permanent stability that sees the end of strife

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Lift you out of hopeless doubts and fears since they're deceiving
If you say it oft enough, you'll find yourself believing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

== Ask Lithyia ==

[[File:FNNcultsymbol1.png|375px|thumb|left|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

'''Dear Lithyia'''

Every morning a dwarf smelling of liquor breaks into my shop and smashes all the vases claiming he is looking for “real gems”. I tried locking the doors, and barring the windows but he just passes through them like a ghost. Please advise.

Vaseless in Vornavis

'''Dear Vaseless in Vornavis,'''

Something I have learned over the years is that the fastest way to many dwarve’s hearts is through freshly made brew. I recommend you get your hands on a still and begin leaving “gifts” outside your shop for this dwarf. You should notice you no longer need to lock the doors or bar the windows because you will find them passed out drunk in front of your shop. You can then haul them off yourself or pay some youngin who needs a few silvers to do it for you. If you do not have access to a still, seek me out. I am a brewmaster and would be happy to craft some specialities just for you and this…situation.

Fresh brew is best brew!
Miss Lithy

'''Dear Lithyia,'''

I find myself in a most peculiar predicament—one that has left me pondering the ethics of my choices. You see, I have become entangled in an intriguing, yet probably evil, cult. The allure of their secret rituals and promises of enlightenment initially drew me in, but now I'm plagued with doubts. Should I stay in this malevolent cult, embracing its dark path, or should I break free from its clutches and seek a more morally upright existence? Please help me navigate this moral maze, Lithyia, for I fear I'm teetering on the edge of eternal damnation.

Sincerely,

Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics

'''Dear Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics,'''

Having never been involved in a cult myself or having any experience related to them I must ponder on this a bit. Have they threatened you or someone you love? If so, I would suggest removing yourself from them as soon as possible. I might also recommend some new wrist, arm and ankle sheaths to carry additional…implements. One can never be too careful. As for whether you should seek a more morally upright existence, I don’t think you need to fully sacrifice who you may be as a person just because things didn’t work out the way you hoped with this group.

Regards,
Miss Lithy

== Turamzyrrian Empire's Dark Legacy Unveiled: Evil Cult Hiding in Solhaven Sends Assassins into the Free North ==

[[File:FNNDarklegacyarticle1.png|375px|thumb|right|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Dendum]]

Byline: Dorper Eweherder

A dark cloud of treachery looms over the realm of Elanthia as the infamous Turamzyrrian Empire's troubled past comes to light once again. Known for its historical deeply ingrained racist policies and discriminatory practices, the empire now stands accused of shielding an insidious cult that has unleashed assassins into the once tranquil lands of the Free North. The revelation has sent shockwaves throughout the realm, exposing the Empire's complicity in this heinous plot.

For centuries, the Turamzyrrian Empire has held a notorious reputation for its divisive policies, fostering an environment of inequality and prejudice. Its discriminatory practices, targeting non-human races, have sown discord and resentment among the diverse populations of Elanthia. These issues have been made more troublesome when coupled with its militaristic campaigns of subjegation towards its neighbours.

Now, as the truth unravels, it has come to light that the empire has been sheltering and aiding an evil cult known as the Order of Eternal Light. This secretive and malevolent organization has dispatched assassins into the unsuspecting lands of the Free North, destabilizing the region and trying to strike fear and chaos among its inhabitants.

The Order of Eternal Light, notorious for their questionable membership and history of promoting the Lornon agenda, has found refuge within the empire's borders, shielded by its militaristic policies, authoritarian rule, and willful blindness. Their nefarious activities, supported by the Empire's resources and protection, have targeted key figures and leaders in the Free North, plunging the region into a state of wariness.

A group of courageous adventurers, driven by a relentless pursuit of justice, managed to peel back the layers of secrecy surrounding the Empire's unholy alliance with the Order of Eternal Light. Through their tenacious efforts, evidence linking high-ranking Empire Sympathizer to the cult's activities came to light, exposing the empire's complicity in this sinister plot.

We thank those brave souls who were former and current members of the Order who risked their lives helping expose the corruption.

The revelation has ignited a firestorm of outrage and condemnation throughout the Free North and beyond. Leaders and communities have united in their denouncement of the empire's aggressive stance in the sovereign territory of other people and its collaboration with an evil cult. Calls for justice and swift action reverberate through the halls of free people everywhere, demanding accountability for those responsible.

In response to mounting accusations, the Turamzyrrian Empire's representatives will scramble to distance themselves from the scandal, issuing statements condemning the cult's actions and denying any knowledge of their collaboration. However, the people of the Free North and the realm at large will remain skeptical, seeing these claims as a feeble attempt to salvage the empire's past reputation in light of recent efforts to rebrand itself.

As tensions escalate between the Free North and the Turamzyrrian Empire, Elanthia stands on the brink of an epic confrontation. The Free North, known for its resilience and commitment to justice, rallies its forces in a united front against the empire's tyranny. With swords raised and magic at their disposal, they stand ready to face the combined might of the empire and the Order of Eternal Light, vowing to restore peace and expose the truth.

The fate of Elanthia hangs in the balance as the forces of darkness threaten to engulf the realm. Will the Free North succeed in reclaiming its autonomy and defeating the evil that has been nurtured by the empire's feudal policies? Only time will tell, as the realm braces itself for an epic clash between justice and oppression.

== The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor ==

[[File:FNNRWad1.png|375px|thumb|left|Advertisement, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor

Deep in the heart of Wehnimer's Landing, an organization flourishes, embodying the principles of unity, strength, and honor. They are the Ord An Dragan, a revered clan that has etched its name in the annals of history as stalwart protectors of the realm.

Forged in the fires of chaos, the Ord An Dragan emerged during the Age of Chaos, when a battle raged at Shadow Guard. In an unprecedented display of unity, a diverse alliance formed, consisting of Dwarves, Giantmen, Elven Houses, Humans, Sylvans, Halflings, and many others. This union, a testament to the power of collaboration, turned the tide of war, forever changing the course of the realm's destiny.

Witnessing the transformative impact of this alliance, the members of the Ord An Dragan clan embraced their role as custodians of unity. They understood that strength lay not in isolation, but in the harmonious integration of different races and creeds. Their numbers and influence grew, establishing them as the last line of defense for the survival of Elanthia.

Through the ages, the Ord An Dragan clan quietly and steadfastly fulfilled their sacred duty. They became the watchful eyes, the meticulous record keepers, and the nurturing force behind the values they held dear. From the discovery of the Gnomes to the arrivals of the Erithians and Aelotoi, the Ord An Dragan clan stood witness to these pivotal events, safeguarding the fragile balance of the realm.

When the Aelotoi were attacked by the Kiramon, it was the Ord An Dragan clan who joined forces with the Ta’Illistim guards to defend them. This marked the first official record of their presence in the environs of Ta’Illistim. However, it was in Wehnimer's Landing that they found their true home—a haven for diversity due to its status as a port city and its proximity to various lands.

Embodying the creed established by the Drakes, the Ord An Dragan clan became arbiters of justice and cultivators of honor. Within their ranks, individuals found a sanctuary where their potentials were nurtured and protected. The unity of their powers, akin to the might of a dragon, fortified their resolve to safeguard the realm.

In the face of waning dragon numbers, the Ord An Dragan took up the mantle of guardianship. They pledged to honor the strength in unity, working tirelessly to ensure the coexistence of all races and the triumph of righteousness. Monthly meetings, though sometimes dismissed as "borin'" by a few immature members, serve as a testament to the clan's commitment to fostering unity, sharing wisdom, and upholding their cherished values.

Today, the Ord An Dragan stands as a shining beacon in Wehnimer's Landing, a symbol of unity and honor. They have dedicated themselves to the well-being of the realm, protecting it from the encroachment of darkness. In their footsteps, new generations are guided and inspired to carry forward the legacy of the Ord An Dragan, preserving the realm's harmony and safeguarding its future.

May their noble endeavors continue to inspire all who seek a world built upon unity, strength, and honor.

== Help Wanted/Classifieds ==

== "Sheep's Wool: A Flock Too Far in Courtly Fashion" ==

[[File:FNNroltonfashion1.png|375px|thumb|left|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

By Madam Maedat

In an age where courtly fashion knows no bounds, one cannot help but marvel at the relentless obsession with sheep's wool. It seems that every nobleman and noblewoman, from the grandest castle to the lowliest manor, must drape themselves in the fluffy fabric of these humble farm creatures. Verily, we have reached a point where sheep's wool has become the cornerstone of court couture, and I am compelled to raise my quill in mock astonishment at this woolly madness.

Gone are the days of intricate embroidery and fine silks that adorned the aristocracy. Now, one can hardly tell a lord from a shepherd at first glance, for they are all swathed in wool from head to toe. It is as if they have declared a silent allegiance to the noble sheep, or are suffering in a secret love affair with some rolton, forsaking all other materials in favor of their cozy, albeit predictable, charm.

Let us take a moment to ponder the origins of this fashion frenzy. Sheep, creatures blessed with abundant fleece, have long been cherished for their warmth and versatility. Their wool has provided countless garments throughout history, but today it seems the demand has reached unprecedented heights. It is as if our courtly denizens, from Allace to Trauntor, have entered into a pact with the sheep, vying to outdo one another in their excessive display of ovine devotion.

Behold, the ladies parading in their woolen gowns, each step accompanied by the sound of gentle baas. Their dressmakers laboriously sculpt these garments, ensuring no inch of their noble forms remains untouched by the woolly embrace. Layers upon layers of the stuff are piled on, transforming them into walking clouds of fluff. It is a wonder they do not float away, carried off by a strong gust of wind or a playful ram.

The gentlemen fare no better, donning woolen doublets, cloaks, and even leggings. They walk with a perpetual itch, for who among them can withstand the tickling sensation that accompanies an entire outfit fashioned from wool? Yet, they persist, prancing about in their woolly attire as if they have forgotten the existence of other fabrics entirely.

Alas, even the knights who once gleamed in shining armor have succumbed to the pull of sheep's wool. No longer do they ride into battle, clad in protective steel; instead, they charge forth covered head to toe in woolen armor. One wonders if their adversaries will die from laughter before they can even draw their swords.

I implore the courtly elite to reconsider their devotion to sheep's wool. Surely there are other fabrics worthy of their attention? Let us not forget the delicate touch of velvet, the shimmer of satin, or the regal flow of brocade. Our forefathers would turn in their graves if they witnessed such a woolly takeover of fashion.

In conclusion, dear readers, let us remember the time-honored lesson of moderation. While sheep's wool undeniably has its place in courtly fashion, its ubiquity threatens to transform our noble courts into pastures. Let us reclaim the elegance and diversity that once graced our wardrobes, lest we become a flock of fashion sheep, forever caught in the woolly embrace of mediocrity.

== All Enemies Can Not Change by Dendum ==

[[File:FNNroltonfashion1.png|375px|thumb|right|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

Great disturbances occur in the Free North. The ground itself shakes under Icemule and fire reaches out willingly to the waters. Visions stalk the minds of the unwary and the path forward is not clear. The mountains around the Landing have become unstable. In this dark time there are some in Icemule and even some in the Landing who seek peaceful accord with ancient foes, seek to tame that which has stalked us, killed our brethren, sacrificed our friends for their own glory.

The enemy’s fleet has terrorized our waters for many years, Talbot Dabbings kin saw them for what they were, they have proven themselves untrustworthy time and time again but still there are voices in the North that claim we can make peace with them. Even in the Landing, which has suffered attacks from this enemy more than any other, there is talk of working out an accord despite the past.

Why would anyone think that such a foe will change behavior overnight just because they need land? When we have seen their dark magic and all its corruption, we have felt the bit of their blade and heard their useless barking? They are mighty now, this is true, but that does not make them an ally worth inviting in it just makes them a threat worth holding back.

Some say we must seek an accord because failure to treat with them will cause them to migrate against our will. Did we become so meek that we bow to any threat no matter how vile the forces behind the threat? Is this not the North that has held up against impossible odds before? The birth place of Black Wolves that held off Ta’vaalor in ancient days? The place where Krolvin Armadas break, not against the rocky shore, but against the iron will of the defenders? They may be strong but that has never been a barrier in the past.

Some say the enemy’s problem are a result of their own making...and this surely can be true because they have sewn a field of evil seeds and now must deal with the consequences. It is not for us to give them a new field to plant and destroy with their wicked ways.

If kind hearts demand refuge be given to the ancient foe then let them change their ways and THEN be accepted. Do not let them bring the rites and rituals of their homeland into the North to continue to spread darkness. Do not give them a new patch of dirt from which to lash out against more innocent lives and cause more destruction. Only in changing can they become more than a threat to the North.

== The Plucky Town - by Leafiara ==

This is a story about a town that's plucky!

Invaders charge in, full of bloodlust,
Assailing us from all around
A rain-soaked battle where heroes rush,
Rallying back to stand our ground

They'll say: "Aren't they fiery, that Wehnimer's town?"
And they'll see...

We're so plucky, full of fight,
How we try, try, try using all our might, knowing
Evil forces disrupt our every plan
But surely we'll pull through in the end

The Landing standing: a mystery
Besieged by threats on every side
But our blades keep whirling and our spells keep swirling
Relentless and we'll always turn the tide

They'll say: "Aren't they crazy, that Wehnimer's town?"
And they'll see...

We're so plucky, full of fight
How we fry, fry, fry foes with pylon light, knowing
We draw our strength from our courage and our friends
And surely we'll pull through in the end

"They're only lucky, that Wehnimer's town!"

Our town's so plucky, must be how we survive
Even Raelee Svala has no other theories why
Yet we still grow and thrive

And they'll see!
We're so plucky, full of fight
Enemies die, die, die when they attack at night, knowing
If we're still breathing, we rise up to defend
For surely we'll triumph in the end

We are so plucky
Riding high, high, high to protect what's right, knowing
Whenever needed, our inner strength will shine
And surely we'll triumph every time

== Leaked Criminal Notes on the Nefarious Knitter - by The Alleged Sapphire Guard ==

[[File:sapphireguard.png|375px|thumb|right|generated by MidJourney]]

'''OOC Disclaimer: No this is not actually written by a member of the Sapphire Guard. This an IC reimagining by the anonymous author of what might be in the point for giggles. It's a bit!'''

While trying our best to find someone, anyone to take the blame for the Princess’s death aside from Arditin’s niece, we have been gathering intelligence for the benefit of the Sun Throne on one known as the ‘Nefarious Knitter’.

We have found the following:

* She is a member of the Black Thorns, a terrorist organization devoted to the spread of vile anti-socialist ideologies such as ‘Democracy’ and ‘Equality’.

* This anti-imperialist agent was not available to kill the Princess as she was fighting a giant earth elemental with an entire town of witnesses. At that time Orelwen was pushing Kasendra off of a staircase or something. But Arditin does not like this lady.

* We can’t find her.

So in instead of pertinent information here is our information on the membership of the Black Thorns:

* The Black Thorns have an estimated 3,000 members trained in forty different martial arts lost from the days of Despana and the strength of a hundred demons.

* Their leader is one, Talliver Dabbins, the warlord of Silver Mule Trace. He wanted for his war crimes during the Griffon Sword War of creating vampires and wyrms. His lair is deep in the Hinterwilds, but he is easy to spot due to his thirteen foot hairy frame.

* His lieutenant is a real player in the Cult of Zelia and a rogue Palestra Blade named Yoshie. This deranged assassin’s trade mark is a squid branded to his hand, and the replacement of his victim’s nails with rails.

* The Talon, a half-elf pirate from Mist Harbor who enraged a column of Aldoran swamp-berserkers to march on the Shining City until a Knights of the Realm convinced diverted them into dying in a swamp. We suspect this is another anatomy based alias of Socius, because screw that guy.

* The red-haired, half-sylvan former leader of the Rooks and Mayor of Wehnimer’s Landing - Casiphia.

* An ottoman that Thadston threw so hard with his magic arms that it became sentient.

* A gnome under the alias, Dr. C

* Gurbah, who requires no further explanation.

We hope you find this information useful as we coverup the deaths of many of your suspects, I mean, subjects including your cousin.

== Faerinn for Envoy==

[[File:Faerinnenvoy1.png|375px|thumb|left|generated by MidJourney]]

[[File:Faerinnenvoy2.png|375px|thumb|right|generated by MidJourney]]

Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed members of the Wehnimer's Landing community, I rise before you today to advocate for Faerinn as the best candidate for councilor. Faerinn's remarkable qualities and unwavering dedication make them the ideal choice to represent our beloved town and ensure its prosperity.

First and foremost, Faerinn possesses a deep understanding of Wehnimer's Landing. Through their active involvement and extensive experience within the community, they have proven themselves to be well-versed in the town's rich history, its challenges, and its aspirations. This familiarity enables Faerinn to make informed decisions and take actions that truly benefit our town.

Furthermore, Faerinn is a natural leader with a genuine passion for community development. They have demonstrated an exceptional ability to bring people together, fostering a sense of unity and collaboration. By actively engaging with residents and soliciting their input, Faerinn ensures that the voices of the people are heard, and their concerns are addressed. Such inclusive leadership is essential for the growth and prosperity of Wehnimer's Landing.

Moreover, Faerinn's commitment to progress is unparalleled. They possess a forward-thinking mindset and are always seeking innovative solutions to enhance our town's infrastructure, economy, and overall quality of life. With Faerinn at the helm, Wehnimer's Landing can embrace advancements while staying true to its unique character, ensuring a thriving and sustainable future.

Lastly, Faerinn's integrity and transparency set them apart as a councilor. They prioritize open communication and accountability, keeping residents informed about important decisions and actively seeking their feedback. This level of transparency builds trust and empowers the community, fostering a stronger bond between the councilor and the people they represent.

In conclusion, Faerinn's deep understanding of Wehnimer's Landing, their inclusive leadership style, their commitment to progress, and their integrity make them the ideal candidate for councilor. By electing Faerinn, we can be confident that our town will be in capable hands, working tirelessly to ensure our collective success. Let us rally behind Faerinn and together create a brighter future for Wehnimer's Landing.

User:DIEHLS

2023-07-04T13:23:48Z

DIEHLS: /* All Enemies Can Not Change by Dendum */

{{creative-work | title = The Free North News Issue #4| type = Newspaper| author = Various}}

'''OOC Disclaimer: The following is about Empire, revolution, settler colonialism, and it’s many consequences. The opinions stated here are to be taken in character and should not be taken as out of character judgements. It is intended as in chracter rhetoric. Except that we should have a rolton cryptid. Oh and do not insert into any orifices. Or do, I’m just not legally responsible for it.'''

'''IC Disclaimer: The Black Thorns are more of a collective, and less of a organization with heirachy and a roster. Please do not take the perspective of one member to apply to all of us.'''

[[File:Freenorthnews.png|375px|thumb|Right|Created in Midjourney Edited by player of Ceilia & Dendum uploaded by player of Dendum]]

== The Faerinn Well, Notes from the Editor ==
[[File:Peoplesenvoy.jpg|375px|thumb|left|The People's Envoy, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]
'''OOC Disclaimer: The following are the in character views of Faerinn. While things may be embellished or exaggerated to help make a point or to entertain, the facts stated here are as far as Faerinn is aware true.'''
I call to those who call Wehnimer’s Landing home and thank you for once again putting up with another campaign by me.

I came here a refugee time and time again. People say I hate Imperials, but forget that I came here as one. And I went back to Talador time and time again only to be driven out by one half-human progrom after another. I thought Talador was my home, because I was born there. The Landing always took me back no questions asked. It took years after the destruction of Talador to realize that my real home was here all alone.

I don’t hate the people of the Empire. I don’t even hate the Empire itself Not What I hate are the machinations of Imperialism. The systems that oppress everyone in its borders from Sun Throne to South Haven. The mechanisms that produce great heros, but rewards the greatest villains. As Jovery fought Hochstib on our behalf, the Sentinal had no issue with also accepting Hochstib’s claims for for the Sun Throne. A system that can’t but help to subjugate and expand as the top of the pyramid hoard more and more resources.

I’ve lost so much to this machine. Loss that is incalculable and incomprehensible except to Aletoi from Bre’Nere. I watch the reactions from the Reach, and I don’t think I can do it again. I don’t have it in me to lose another home. That is how you can know I am genuine. This is my guarantee to serve you to the very best of my abilities.

Whether it was the intentional or not, once this position came up for a vote to the citizens of the Landing the position changed from someone who reports to the Mayor, Council, and Sentinal. This is a brand new position now that, one that is beholden not only to the voters, but all the residents of the Landing.

'''The People's Envoy.'''

I will be taking your concerns abroad not that of the Elites. I’m not taking just the Consortium’s concerns abroad, nor just the Empire’s, nor just the Mayors, but EVERYONES.

If you deem to have me, I will be your Envoy. To take your concerns and issues not only to Imperial interests, but to renew our languishing relationships to the North and the East.

'''Faerinn Greatsinger, Esq, of Talador and Loenthra'''

'''Rumor Woods, Koaratos, 5123'''

== News for the North! ==
[[File:FNNMalwindeatsrocks1.png|375px|thumb|right|Baron Malwind tries Rock Tending, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

* Dwarven Emissaries Travel Across The Lands- Under the mountain the human empire is discussed but the dwarves decide to remain neutral for now.

* Icemule- A Dwarven Caravan is attacked. The Mayor plans to sends condolences to the mountain.

* Sol Haven- Rumors abound of children eating rocks after misunderstanding certain cultural oddities of Aldora.

* Wehnimer's Landing- Envoy selection takes place the world waits in anticipation to see who will speak for the Landing.

== Everything You're Dreaming ==
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Elidal's the greatest force of good you're ever seeing
We'd surely fall to ruin if not for his intervening
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Because of the parade of threats we've faced for many years
This Elidal is taking steps to now assuage our fears
And so one day he made a vow of some contentious prose
The biggest vow I've heard by now and this is how it goes:

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Hope and safety, wealth and wisdom, deeper inner meaning
He's the apex, he's the leadership that we've been needing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Now, it might seem precocious, like your lives are a disgrace
Or it might seem atrocious, like your heroes die a waste
But all the blood shed by our fallen fighters need not fail
Just ally now with Elidal or it's to no avail

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Not to sound too grand or condescending or demeaning
But have you seen the trouble this frontier is always gleaning?
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

(You could say it nearly backwards:
Dreaming your everything will bring Darkstone of barony...
But that's going a bit too far, don't you think?)

So as you face down yet more wars you didn't need to fight
Reflect on Eli's words and how he'll be our shining light
You'd better ponder carefully since this could change your life
For example: a permanent stability that sees the end of strife

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Lift you out of hopeless doubts and fears since they're deceiving
If you say it oft enough, you'll find yourself believing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

== Ask Lithyia ==

[[File:FNNcultsymbol1.png|375px|thumb|left|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

'''Dear Lithyia'''

Every morning a dwarf smelling of liquor breaks into my shop and smashes all the vases claiming he is looking for “real gems”. I tried locking the doors, and barring the windows but he just passes through them like a ghost. Please advise.

Vaseless in Vornavis

'''Dear Vaseless in Vornavis,'''

Something I have learned over the years is that the fastest way to many dwarve’s hearts is through freshly made brew. I recommend you get your hands on a still and begin leaving “gifts” outside your shop for this dwarf. You should notice you no longer need to lock the doors or bar the windows because you will find them passed out drunk in front of your shop. You can then haul them off yourself or pay some youngin who needs a few silvers to do it for you. If you do not have access to a still, seek me out. I am a brewmaster and would be happy to craft some specialities just for you and this…situation.

Fresh brew is best brew!
Miss Lithy

'''Dear Lithyia,'''

I find myself in a most peculiar predicament—one that has left me pondering the ethics of my choices. You see, I have become entangled in an intriguing, yet probably evil, cult. The allure of their secret rituals and promises of enlightenment initially drew me in, but now I'm plagued with doubts. Should I stay in this malevolent cult, embracing its dark path, or should I break free from its clutches and seek a more morally upright existence? Please help me navigate this moral maze, Lithyia, for I fear I'm teetering on the edge of eternal damnation.

Sincerely,

Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics

'''Dear Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics,'''

Having never been involved in a cult myself or having any experience related to them I must ponder on this a bit. Have they threatened you or someone you love? If so, I would suggest removing yourself from them as soon as possible. I might also recommend some new wrist, arm and ankle sheaths to carry additional…implements. One can never be too careful. As for whether you should seek a more morally upright existence, I don’t think you need to fully sacrifice who you may be as a person just because things didn’t work out the way you hoped with this group.

Regards,
Miss Lithy

== Turamzyrrian Empire's Dark Legacy Unveiled: Evil Cult Hiding in Solhaven Sends Assassins into the Free North ==

[[File:FNNDarklegacyarticle1.png|375px|thumb|right|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Dendum]]

Byline: Dorper Eweherder

A dark cloud of treachery looms over the realm of Elanthia as the infamous Turamzyrrian Empire's troubled past comes to light once again. Known for its historical deeply ingrained racist policies and discriminatory practices, the empire now stands accused of shielding an insidious cult that has unleashed assassins into the once tranquil lands of the Free North. The revelation has sent shockwaves throughout the realm, exposing the Empire's complicity in this heinous plot.

For centuries, the Turamzyrrian Empire has held a notorious reputation for its divisive policies, fostering an environment of inequality and prejudice. Its discriminatory practices, targeting non-human races, have sown discord and resentment among the diverse populations of Elanthia. These issues have been made more troublesome when coupled with its militaristic campaigns of subjegation towards its neighbours.

Now, as the truth unravels, it has come to light that the empire has been sheltering and aiding an evil cult known as the Order of Eternal Light. This secretive and malevolent organization has dispatched assassins into the unsuspecting lands of the Free North, destabilizing the region and trying to strike fear and chaos among its inhabitants.

The Order of Eternal Light, notorious for their questionable membership and history of promoting the Lornon agenda, has found refuge within the empire's borders, shielded by its militaristic policies, authoritarian rule, and willful blindness. Their nefarious activities, supported by the Empire's resources and protection, have targeted key figures and leaders in the Free North, plunging the region into a state of wariness.

A group of courageous adventurers, driven by a relentless pursuit of justice, managed to peel back the layers of secrecy surrounding the Empire's unholy alliance with the Order of Eternal Light. Through their tenacious efforts, evidence linking high-ranking Empire Sympathizer to the cult's activities came to light, exposing the empire's complicity in this sinister plot.

We thank those brave souls who were former and current members of the Order who risked their lives helping expose the corruption.

The revelation has ignited a firestorm of outrage and condemnation throughout the Free North and beyond. Leaders and communities have united in their denouncement of the empire's aggressive stance in the sovereign territory of other people and its collaboration with an evil cult. Calls for justice and swift action reverberate through the halls of free people everywhere, demanding accountability for those responsible.

In response to mounting accusations, the Turamzyrrian Empire's representatives will scramble to distance themselves from the scandal, issuing statements condemning the cult's actions and denying any knowledge of their collaboration. However, the people of the Free North and the realm at large will remain skeptical, seeing these claims as a feeble attempt to salvage the empire's past reputation in light of recent efforts to rebrand itself.

As tensions escalate between the Free North and the Turamzyrrian Empire, Elanthia stands on the brink of an epic confrontation. The Free North, known for its resilience and commitment to justice, rallies its forces in a united front against the empire's tyranny. With swords raised and magic at their disposal, they stand ready to face the combined might of the empire and the Order of Eternal Light, vowing to restore peace and expose the truth.

The fate of Elanthia hangs in the balance as the forces of darkness threaten to engulf the realm. Will the Free North succeed in reclaiming its autonomy and defeating the evil that has been nurtured by the empire's feudal policies? Only time will tell, as the realm braces itself for an epic clash between justice and oppression.

== The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor ==

[[File:FNNRWad1.png|375px|thumb|left|Advertisement, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor

Deep in the heart of Wehnimer's Landing, an organization flourishes, embodying the principles of unity, strength, and honor. They are the Ord An Dragan, a revered clan that has etched its name in the annals of history as stalwart protectors of the realm.

Forged in the fires of chaos, the Ord An Dragan emerged during the Age of Chaos, when a battle raged at Shadow Guard. In an unprecedented display of unity, a diverse alliance formed, consisting of Dwarves, Giantmen, Elven Houses, Humans, Sylvans, Halflings, and many others. This union, a testament to the power of collaboration, turned the tide of war, forever changing the course of the realm's destiny.

Witnessing the transformative impact of this alliance, the members of the Ord An Dragan clan embraced their role as custodians of unity. They understood that strength lay not in isolation, but in the harmonious integration of different races and creeds. Their numbers and influence grew, establishing them as the last line of defense for the survival of Elanthia.

Through the ages, the Ord An Dragan clan quietly and steadfastly fulfilled their sacred duty. They became the watchful eyes, the meticulous record keepers, and the nurturing force behind the values they held dear. From the discovery of the Gnomes to the arrivals of the Erithians and Aelotoi, the Ord An Dragan clan stood witness to these pivotal events, safeguarding the fragile balance of the realm.

When the Aelotoi were attacked by the Kiramon, it was the Ord An Dragan clan who joined forces with the Ta’Illistim guards to defend them. This marked the first official record of their presence in the environs of Ta’Illistim. However, it was in Wehnimer's Landing that they found their true home—a haven for diversity due to its status as a port city and its proximity to various lands.

Embodying the creed established by the Drakes, the Ord An Dragan clan became arbiters of justice and cultivators of honor. Within their ranks, individuals found a sanctuary where their potentials were nurtured and protected. The unity of their powers, akin to the might of a dragon, fortified their resolve to safeguard the realm.

In the face of waning dragon numbers, the Ord An Dragan took up the mantle of guardianship. They pledged to honor the strength in unity, working tirelessly to ensure the coexistence of all races and the triumph of righteousness. Monthly meetings, though sometimes dismissed as "borin'" by a few immature members, serve as a testament to the clan's commitment to fostering unity, sharing wisdom, and upholding their cherished values.

Today, the Ord An Dragan stands as a shining beacon in Wehnimer's Landing, a symbol of unity and honor. They have dedicated themselves to the well-being of the realm, protecting it from the encroachment of darkness. In their footsteps, new generations are guided and inspired to carry forward the legacy of the Ord An Dragan, preserving the realm's harmony and safeguarding its future.

May their noble endeavors continue to inspire all who seek a world built upon unity, strength, and honor.

== Help Wanted/Classifieds ==

== "Sheep's Wool: A Flock Too Far in Courtly Fashion" ==

[[File:FNNroltonfashion1.png|375px|thumb|left|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

By Madam Maedat

In an age where courtly fashion knows no bounds, one cannot help but marvel at the relentless obsession with sheep's wool. It seems that every nobleman and noblewoman, from the grandest castle to the lowliest manor, must drape themselves in the fluffy fabric of these humble farm creatures. Verily, we have reached a point where sheep's wool has become the cornerstone of court couture, and I am compelled to raise my quill in mock astonishment at this woolly madness.

Gone are the days of intricate embroidery and fine silks that adorned the aristocracy. Now, one can hardly tell a lord from a shepherd at first glance, for they are all swathed in wool from head to toe. It is as if they have declared a silent allegiance to the noble sheep, or are suffering in a secret love affair with some rolton, forsaking all other materials in favor of their cozy, albeit predictable, charm.

Let us take a moment to ponder the origins of this fashion frenzy. Sheep, creatures blessed with abundant fleece, have long been cherished for their warmth and versatility. Their wool has provided countless garments throughout history, but today it seems the demand has reached unprecedented heights. It is as if our courtly denizens, from Allace to Trauntor, have entered into a pact with the sheep, vying to outdo one another in their excessive display of ovine devotion.

Behold, the ladies parading in their woolen gowns, each step accompanied by the sound of gentle baas. Their dressmakers laboriously sculpt these garments, ensuring no inch of their noble forms remains untouched by the woolly embrace. Layers upon layers of the stuff are piled on, transforming them into walking clouds of fluff. It is a wonder they do not float away, carried off by a strong gust of wind or a playful ram.

The gentlemen fare no better, donning woolen doublets, cloaks, and even leggings. They walk with a perpetual itch, for who among them can withstand the tickling sensation that accompanies an entire outfit fashioned from wool? Yet, they persist, prancing about in their woolly attire as if they have forgotten the existence of other fabrics entirely.

Alas, even the knights who once gleamed in shining armor have succumbed to the pull of sheep's wool. No longer do they ride into battle, clad in protective steel; instead, they charge forth covered head to toe in woolen armor. One wonders if their adversaries will die from laughter before they can even draw their swords.

I implore the courtly elite to reconsider their devotion to sheep's wool. Surely there are other fabrics worthy of their attention? Let us not forget the delicate touch of velvet, the shimmer of satin, or the regal flow of brocade. Our forefathers would turn in their graves if they witnessed such a woolly takeover of fashion.

In conclusion, dear readers, let us remember the time-honored lesson of moderation. While sheep's wool undeniably has its place in courtly fashion, its ubiquity threatens to transform our noble courts into pastures. Let us reclaim the elegance and diversity that once graced our wardrobes, lest we become a flock of fashion sheep, forever caught in the woolly embrace of mediocrity.

== All Enemies Can Not Change by Dendum ==

Great disturbances occur in the Free North. The ground itself shakes under Icemule and fire reaches out willingly to the waters. Visions stalk the minds of the unwary and the path forward is not clear. The mountains around the Landing have become unstable. In this dark time there are some in Icemule and even some in the Landing who seek peaceful accord with ancient foes, seek to tame that which has stalked us, killed our brethren, sacrificed our friends for their own glory.

The enemy’s fleet has terrorized our waters for many years, Talbot Dabbings kin saw them for what they were, they have proven themselves untrustworthy time and time again but still there are voices in the North that claim we can make peace with them. Even in the Landing, which has suffered attacks from this enemy more than any other, there is talk of working out an accord despite the past.

Why would anyone think that such a foe will change behavior overnight just because they need land? When we have seen their dark magic and all its corruption, we have felt the bit of their blade and heard their useless barking? They are mighty now, this is true, but that does not make them an ally worth inviting in it just makes them a threat worth holding back.

Some say we must seek an accord because failure to treat with them will cause them to migrate against our will. Did we become so meek that we bow to any threat no matter how vile the forces behind the threat? Is this not the North that has held up against impossible odds before? The birth place of Black Wolves that held off Ta’vaalor in ancient days? The place where Krolvin Armadas break, not against the rocky shore, but against the iron will of the defenders? They may be strong but that has never been a barrier in the past.

Some say the enemy’s problem are a result of their own making...and this surely can be true because they have sewn a field of evil seeds and now must deal with the consequences. It is not for us to give them a new field to plant and destroy with their wicked ways.

If kind hearts demand refuge be given to the ancient foe then let them change their ways and THEN be accepted. Do not let them bring the rites and rituals of their homeland into the North to continue to spread darkness. Do not give them a new patch of dirt from which to lash out against more innocent lives and cause more destruction. Only in changing can they become more than a threat to the North.

== The Plucky Town - by Leafiara ==

This is a story about a town that's plucky!

Invaders charge in, full of bloodlust,
Assailing us from all around
A rain-soaked battle where heroes rush,
Rallying back to stand our ground

They'll say: "Aren't they fiery, that Wehnimer's town?"
And they'll see...

We're so plucky, full of fight,
How we try, try, try using all our might, knowing
Evil forces disrupt our every plan
But surely we'll pull through in the end

The Landing standing: a mystery
Besieged by threats on every side
But our blades keep whirling and our spells keep swirling
Relentless and we'll always turn the tide

They'll say: "Aren't they crazy, that Wehnimer's town?"
And they'll see...

We're so plucky, full of fight
How we fry, fry, fry foes with pylon light, knowing
We draw our strength from our courage and our friends
And surely we'll pull through in the end

"They're only lucky, that Wehnimer's town!"

Our town's so plucky, must be how we survive
Even Raelee Svala has no other theories why
Yet we still grow and thrive

And they'll see!
We're so plucky, full of fight
Enemies die, die, die when they attack at night, knowing
If we're still breathing, we rise up to defend
For surely we'll triumph in the end

We are so plucky
Riding high, high, high to protect what's right, knowing
Whenever needed, our inner strength will shine
And surely we'll triumph every time

== Leaked Criminal Notes on the Nefarious Knitter - by The Alleged Sapphire Guard ==

[[File:sapphireguard.png|375px|thumb|right|generated by MidJourney]]

'''OOC Disclaimer: No this is not actually written by a member of the Sapphire Guard. This an IC reimagining by the anonymous author of what might be in the point for giggles. It's a bit!'''

While trying our best to find someone, anyone to take the blame for the Princess’s death aside from Arditin’s niece, we have been gathering intelligence for the benefit of the Sun Throne on one known as the ‘Nefarious Knitter’.

We have found the following:

* She is a member of the Black Thorns, a terrorist organization devoted to the spread of vile anti-socialist ideologies such as ‘Democracy’ and ‘Equality’.

* This anti-imperialist agent was not available to kill the Princess as she was fighting a giant earth elemental with an entire town of witnesses. At that time Orelwen was pushing Kasendra off of a staircase or something. But Arditin does not like this lady.

* We can’t find her.

So in instead of pertinent information here is our information on the membership of the Black Thorns:

* The Black Thorns have an estimated 3,000 members trained in forty different martial arts lost from the days of Despana and the strength of a hundred demons.

* Their leader is one, Talliver Dabbins, the warlord of Silver Mule Trace. He wanted for his war crimes during the Griffon Sword War of creating vampires and wyrms. His lair is deep in the Hinterwilds, but he is easy to spot due to his thirteen foot hairy frame.

* His lieutenant is a real player in the Cult of Zelia and a rogue Palestra Blade named Yoshie. This deranged assassin’s trade mark is a squid branded to his hand, and the replacement of his victim’s nails with rails.

* The Talon, a half-elf pirate from Mist Harbor who enraged a column of Aldoran swamp-berserkers to march on the Shining City until a Knights of the Realm convinced diverted them into dying in a swamp. We suspect this is another anatomy based alias of Socius, because screw that guy.

* The red-haired, half-sylvan former leader of the Rooks and Mayor of Wehnimer’s Landing - Casiphia.

* An ottoman that Thadston threw so hard with his magic arms that it became sentient.

* A gnome under the alias, Dr. C

* Gurbah, who requires no further explanation.

We hope you find this information useful as we coverup the deaths of many of your suspects, I mean, subjects including your cousin.

== Faerinn for Envoy==

[[File:Faerinnenvoy1.png|375px|thumb|left|generated by MidJourney]]

[[File:Faerinnenvoy2.png|375px|thumb|right|generated by MidJourney]]

Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed members of the Wehnimer's Landing community, I rise before you today to advocate for Faerinn as the best candidate for councilor. Faerinn's remarkable qualities and unwavering dedication make them the ideal choice to represent our beloved town and ensure its prosperity.

First and foremost, Faerinn possesses a deep understanding of Wehnimer's Landing. Through their active involvement and extensive experience within the community, they have proven themselves to be well-versed in the town's rich history, its challenges, and its aspirations. This familiarity enables Faerinn to make informed decisions and take actions that truly benefit our town.

Furthermore, Faerinn is a natural leader with a genuine passion for community development. They have demonstrated an exceptional ability to bring people together, fostering a sense of unity and collaboration. By actively engaging with residents and soliciting their input, Faerinn ensures that the voices of the people are heard, and their concerns are addressed. Such inclusive leadership is essential for the growth and prosperity of Wehnimer's Landing.

Moreover, Faerinn's commitment to progress is unparalleled. They possess a forward-thinking mindset and are always seeking innovative solutions to enhance our town's infrastructure, economy, and overall quality of life. With Faerinn at the helm, Wehnimer's Landing can embrace advancements while staying true to its unique character, ensuring a thriving and sustainable future.

Lastly, Faerinn's integrity and transparency set them apart as a councilor. They prioritize open communication and accountability, keeping residents informed about important decisions and actively seeking their feedback. This level of transparency builds trust and empowers the community, fostering a stronger bond between the councilor and the people they represent.

In conclusion, Faerinn's deep understanding of Wehnimer's Landing, their inclusive leadership style, their commitment to progress, and their integrity make them the ideal candidate for councilor. By electing Faerinn, we can be confident that our town will be in capable hands, working tirelessly to ensure our collective success. Let us rally behind Faerinn and together create a brighter future for Wehnimer's Landing.

User:DIEHLS

2023-07-04T13:23:13Z

DIEHLS: /* Tennalnen Campaign Announcement */

{{creative-work | title = The Free North News Issue #4| type = Newspaper| author = Various}}

'''OOC Disclaimer: The following is about Empire, revolution, settler colonialism, and it’s many consequences. The opinions stated here are to be taken in character and should not be taken as out of character judgements. It is intended as in chracter rhetoric. Except that we should have a rolton cryptid. Oh and do not insert into any orifices. Or do, I’m just not legally responsible for it.'''

'''IC Disclaimer: The Black Thorns are more of a collective, and less of a organization with heirachy and a roster. Please do not take the perspective of one member to apply to all of us.'''

[[File:Freenorthnews.png|375px|thumb|Right|Created in Midjourney Edited by player of Ceilia & Dendum uploaded by player of Dendum]]

== The Faerinn Well, Notes from the Editor ==
[[File:Peoplesenvoy.jpg|375px|thumb|left|The People's Envoy, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]
'''OOC Disclaimer: The following are the in character views of Faerinn. While things may be embellished or exaggerated to help make a point or to entertain, the facts stated here are as far as Faerinn is aware true.'''
I call to those who call Wehnimer’s Landing home and thank you for once again putting up with another campaign by me.

I came here a refugee time and time again. People say I hate Imperials, but forget that I came here as one. And I went back to Talador time and time again only to be driven out by one half-human progrom after another. I thought Talador was my home, because I was born there. The Landing always took me back no questions asked. It took years after the destruction of Talador to realize that my real home was here all alone.

I don’t hate the people of the Empire. I don’t even hate the Empire itself Not What I hate are the machinations of Imperialism. The systems that oppress everyone in its borders from Sun Throne to South Haven. The mechanisms that produce great heros, but rewards the greatest villains. As Jovery fought Hochstib on our behalf, the Sentinal had no issue with also accepting Hochstib’s claims for for the Sun Throne. A system that can’t but help to subjugate and expand as the top of the pyramid hoard more and more resources.

I’ve lost so much to this machine. Loss that is incalculable and incomprehensible except to Aletoi from Bre’Nere. I watch the reactions from the Reach, and I don’t think I can do it again. I don’t have it in me to lose another home. That is how you can know I am genuine. This is my guarantee to serve you to the very best of my abilities.

Whether it was the intentional or not, once this position came up for a vote to the citizens of the Landing the position changed from someone who reports to the Mayor, Council, and Sentinal. This is a brand new position now that, one that is beholden not only to the voters, but all the residents of the Landing.

'''The People's Envoy.'''

I will be taking your concerns abroad not that of the Elites. I’m not taking just the Consortium’s concerns abroad, nor just the Empire’s, nor just the Mayors, but EVERYONES.

If you deem to have me, I will be your Envoy. To take your concerns and issues not only to Imperial interests, but to renew our languishing relationships to the North and the East.

'''Faerinn Greatsinger, Esq, of Talador and Loenthra'''

'''Rumor Woods, Koaratos, 5123'''

== News for the North! ==
[[File:FNNMalwindeatsrocks1.png|375px|thumb|right|Baron Malwind tries Rock Tending, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

* Dwarven Emissaries Travel Across The Lands- Under the mountain the human empire is discussed but the dwarves decide to remain neutral for now.

* Icemule- A Dwarven Caravan is attacked. The Mayor plans to sends condolences to the mountain.

* Sol Haven- Rumors abound of children eating rocks after misunderstanding certain cultural oddities of Aldora.

* Wehnimer's Landing- Envoy selection takes place the world waits in anticipation to see who will speak for the Landing.

== Everything You're Dreaming ==
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Elidal's the greatest force of good you're ever seeing
We'd surely fall to ruin if not for his intervening
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Because of the parade of threats we've faced for many years
This Elidal is taking steps to now assuage our fears
And so one day he made a vow of some contentious prose
The biggest vow I've heard by now and this is how it goes:

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Hope and safety, wealth and wisdom, deeper inner meaning
He's the apex, he's the leadership that we've been needing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Now, it might seem precocious, like your lives are a disgrace
Or it might seem atrocious, like your heroes die a waste
But all the blood shed by our fallen fighters need not fail
Just ally now with Elidal or it's to no avail

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Not to sound too grand or condescending or demeaning
But have you seen the trouble this frontier is always gleaning?
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

(You could say it nearly backwards:
Dreaming your everything will bring Darkstone of barony...
But that's going a bit too far, don't you think?)

So as you face down yet more wars you didn't need to fight
Reflect on Eli's words and how he'll be our shining light
You'd better ponder carefully since this could change your life
For example: a permanent stability that sees the end of strife

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Lift you out of hopeless doubts and fears since they're deceiving
If you say it oft enough, you'll find yourself believing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

== Ask Lithyia ==

[[File:FNNcultsymbol1.png|375px|thumb|left|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

'''Dear Lithyia'''

Every morning a dwarf smelling of liquor breaks into my shop and smashes all the vases claiming he is looking for “real gems”. I tried locking the doors, and barring the windows but he just passes through them like a ghost. Please advise.

Vaseless in Vornavis

'''Dear Vaseless in Vornavis,'''

Something I have learned over the years is that the fastest way to many dwarve’s hearts is through freshly made brew. I recommend you get your hands on a still and begin leaving “gifts” outside your shop for this dwarf. You should notice you no longer need to lock the doors or bar the windows because you will find them passed out drunk in front of your shop. You can then haul them off yourself or pay some youngin who needs a few silvers to do it for you. If you do not have access to a still, seek me out. I am a brewmaster and would be happy to craft some specialities just for you and this…situation.

Fresh brew is best brew!
Miss Lithy

'''Dear Lithyia,'''

I find myself in a most peculiar predicament—one that has left me pondering the ethics of my choices. You see, I have become entangled in an intriguing, yet probably evil, cult. The allure of their secret rituals and promises of enlightenment initially drew me in, but now I'm plagued with doubts. Should I stay in this malevolent cult, embracing its dark path, or should I break free from its clutches and seek a more morally upright existence? Please help me navigate this moral maze, Lithyia, for I fear I'm teetering on the edge of eternal damnation.

Sincerely,

Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics

'''Dear Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics,'''

Having never been involved in a cult myself or having any experience related to them I must ponder on this a bit. Have they threatened you or someone you love? If so, I would suggest removing yourself from them as soon as possible. I might also recommend some new wrist, arm and ankle sheaths to carry additional…implements. One can never be too careful. As for whether you should seek a more morally upright existence, I don’t think you need to fully sacrifice who you may be as a person just because things didn’t work out the way you hoped with this group.

Regards,
Miss Lithy

== Turamzyrrian Empire's Dark Legacy Unveiled: Evil Cult Hiding in Solhaven Sends Assassins into the Free North ==

[[File:FNNDarklegacyarticle1.png|375px|thumb|right|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Dendum]]

Byline: Dorper Eweherder

A dark cloud of treachery looms over the realm of Elanthia as the infamous Turamzyrrian Empire's troubled past comes to light once again. Known for its historical deeply ingrained racist policies and discriminatory practices, the empire now stands accused of shielding an insidious cult that has unleashed assassins into the once tranquil lands of the Free North. The revelation has sent shockwaves throughout the realm, exposing the Empire's complicity in this heinous plot.

For centuries, the Turamzyrrian Empire has held a notorious reputation for its divisive policies, fostering an environment of inequality and prejudice. Its discriminatory practices, targeting non-human races, have sown discord and resentment among the diverse populations of Elanthia. These issues have been made more troublesome when coupled with its militaristic campaigns of subjegation towards its neighbours.

Now, as the truth unravels, it has come to light that the empire has been sheltering and aiding an evil cult known as the Order of Eternal Light. This secretive and malevolent organization has dispatched assassins into the unsuspecting lands of the Free North, destabilizing the region and trying to strike fear and chaos among its inhabitants.

The Order of Eternal Light, notorious for their questionable membership and history of promoting the Lornon agenda, has found refuge within the empire's borders, shielded by its militaristic policies, authoritarian rule, and willful blindness. Their nefarious activities, supported by the Empire's resources and protection, have targeted key figures and leaders in the Free North, plunging the region into a state of wariness.

A group of courageous adventurers, driven by a relentless pursuit of justice, managed to peel back the layers of secrecy surrounding the Empire's unholy alliance with the Order of Eternal Light. Through their tenacious efforts, evidence linking high-ranking Empire Sympathizer to the cult's activities came to light, exposing the empire's complicity in this sinister plot.

We thank those brave souls who were former and current members of the Order who risked their lives helping expose the corruption.

The revelation has ignited a firestorm of outrage and condemnation throughout the Free North and beyond. Leaders and communities have united in their denouncement of the empire's aggressive stance in the sovereign territory of other people and its collaboration with an evil cult. Calls for justice and swift action reverberate through the halls of free people everywhere, demanding accountability for those responsible.

In response to mounting accusations, the Turamzyrrian Empire's representatives will scramble to distance themselves from the scandal, issuing statements condemning the cult's actions and denying any knowledge of their collaboration. However, the people of the Free North and the realm at large will remain skeptical, seeing these claims as a feeble attempt to salvage the empire's past reputation in light of recent efforts to rebrand itself.

As tensions escalate between the Free North and the Turamzyrrian Empire, Elanthia stands on the brink of an epic confrontation. The Free North, known for its resilience and commitment to justice, rallies its forces in a united front against the empire's tyranny. With swords raised and magic at their disposal, they stand ready to face the combined might of the empire and the Order of Eternal Light, vowing to restore peace and expose the truth.

The fate of Elanthia hangs in the balance as the forces of darkness threaten to engulf the realm. Will the Free North succeed in reclaiming its autonomy and defeating the evil that has been nurtured by the empire's feudal policies? Only time will tell, as the realm braces itself for an epic clash between justice and oppression.

== The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor ==

[[File:FNNRWad1.png|375px|thumb|left|Advertisement, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor

Deep in the heart of Wehnimer's Landing, an organization flourishes, embodying the principles of unity, strength, and honor. They are the Ord An Dragan, a revered clan that has etched its name in the annals of history as stalwart protectors of the realm.

Forged in the fires of chaos, the Ord An Dragan emerged during the Age of Chaos, when a battle raged at Shadow Guard. In an unprecedented display of unity, a diverse alliance formed, consisting of Dwarves, Giantmen, Elven Houses, Humans, Sylvans, Halflings, and many others. This union, a testament to the power of collaboration, turned the tide of war, forever changing the course of the realm's destiny.

Witnessing the transformative impact of this alliance, the members of the Ord An Dragan clan embraced their role as custodians of unity. They understood that strength lay not in isolation, but in the harmonious integration of different races and creeds. Their numbers and influence grew, establishing them as the last line of defense for the survival of Elanthia.

Through the ages, the Ord An Dragan clan quietly and steadfastly fulfilled their sacred duty. They became the watchful eyes, the meticulous record keepers, and the nurturing force behind the values they held dear. From the discovery of the Gnomes to the arrivals of the Erithians and Aelotoi, the Ord An Dragan clan stood witness to these pivotal events, safeguarding the fragile balance of the realm.

When the Aelotoi were attacked by the Kiramon, it was the Ord An Dragan clan who joined forces with the Ta’Illistim guards to defend them. This marked the first official record of their presence in the environs of Ta’Illistim. However, it was in Wehnimer's Landing that they found their true home—a haven for diversity due to its status as a port city and its proximity to various lands.

Embodying the creed established by the Drakes, the Ord An Dragan clan became arbiters of justice and cultivators of honor. Within their ranks, individuals found a sanctuary where their potentials were nurtured and protected. The unity of their powers, akin to the might of a dragon, fortified their resolve to safeguard the realm.

In the face of waning dragon numbers, the Ord An Dragan took up the mantle of guardianship. They pledged to honor the strength in unity, working tirelessly to ensure the coexistence of all races and the triumph of righteousness. Monthly meetings, though sometimes dismissed as "borin'" by a few immature members, serve as a testament to the clan's commitment to fostering unity, sharing wisdom, and upholding their cherished values.

Today, the Ord An Dragan stands as a shining beacon in Wehnimer's Landing, a symbol of unity and honor. They have dedicated themselves to the well-being of the realm, protecting it from the encroachment of darkness. In their footsteps, new generations are guided and inspired to carry forward the legacy of the Ord An Dragan, preserving the realm's harmony and safeguarding its future.

May their noble endeavors continue to inspire all who seek a world built upon unity, strength, and honor.

== Help Wanted/Classifieds ==

== "Sheep's Wool: A Flock Too Far in Courtly Fashion" ==

[[File:FNNroltonfashion1.png|375px|thumb|left|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

By Madam Maedat

In an age where courtly fashion knows no bounds, one cannot help but marvel at the relentless obsession with sheep's wool. It seems that every nobleman and noblewoman, from the grandest castle to the lowliest manor, must drape themselves in the fluffy fabric of these humble farm creatures. Verily, we have reached a point where sheep's wool has become the cornerstone of court couture, and I am compelled to raise my quill in mock astonishment at this woolly madness.

Gone are the days of intricate embroidery and fine silks that adorned the aristocracy. Now, one can hardly tell a lord from a shepherd at first glance, for they are all swathed in wool from head to toe. It is as if they have declared a silent allegiance to the noble sheep, or are suffering in a secret love affair with some rolton, forsaking all other materials in favor of their cozy, albeit predictable, charm.

Let us take a moment to ponder the origins of this fashion frenzy. Sheep, creatures blessed with abundant fleece, have long been cherished for their warmth and versatility. Their wool has provided countless garments throughout history, but today it seems the demand has reached unprecedented heights. It is as if our courtly denizens, from Allace to Trauntor, have entered into a pact with the sheep, vying to outdo one another in their excessive display of ovine devotion.

Behold, the ladies parading in their woolen gowns, each step accompanied by the sound of gentle baas. Their dressmakers laboriously sculpt these garments, ensuring no inch of their noble forms remains untouched by the woolly embrace. Layers upon layers of the stuff are piled on, transforming them into walking clouds of fluff. It is a wonder they do not float away, carried off by a strong gust of wind or a playful ram.

The gentlemen fare no better, donning woolen doublets, cloaks, and even leggings. They walk with a perpetual itch, for who among them can withstand the tickling sensation that accompanies an entire outfit fashioned from wool? Yet, they persist, prancing about in their woolly attire as if they have forgotten the existence of other fabrics entirely.

Alas, even the knights who once gleamed in shining armor have succumbed to the pull of sheep's wool. No longer do they ride into battle, clad in protective steel; instead, they charge forth covered head to toe in woolen armor. One wonders if their adversaries will die from laughter before they can even draw their swords.

I implore the courtly elite to reconsider their devotion to sheep's wool. Surely there are other fabrics worthy of their attention? Let us not forget the delicate touch of velvet, the shimmer of satin, or the regal flow of brocade. Our forefathers would turn in their graves if they witnessed such a woolly takeover of fashion.

In conclusion, dear readers, let us remember the time-honored lesson of moderation. While sheep's wool undeniably has its place in courtly fashion, its ubiquity threatens to transform our noble courts into pastures. Let us reclaim the elegance and diversity that once graced our wardrobes, lest we become a flock of fashion sheep, forever caught in the woolly embrace of mediocrity.

== All Enemies Can Not Change by Dendum ==
People of Wehnimer's Landing!

I, Tennalnen Silverstar, announce my campign for Regional Envoy of Wehnimer's Landing. Most of you do not know me, nor do I know you, and this is a good thing. As Regional Envoy it will be my job to listen and hear what all peoples have to say, and bring their word back to the government of Landing for discussion. I make only one promise, I promise to listen to the people and bring their words to the leadership. I cannot promise change, I cannot promise action, but I will do my best to ensure the voice of ALL people is taken into account.

My platform is simple:
A fresh face, a fresh perspective, an open mind.

A fresh face: I am new, unknown to many, untried compared to my fellow applicants. I have not seen the dead rise during the reign of the Lich King. I did not stand beside or against Grishom Stone. I did not pick a side during the recent territorial disputes in Town. I have no history with the North, the East, or any of our other neighbors except Bourth where I was raised.

A fresh perspective: I have not lived here for long, and in my time in Wehnimer's Landing I have heard many views. I have listened to those varied voices and I have considered them. While I cannot claim to know which view is correct, I can provide an ear to listen, and a voice to speak their words to the leaders of Landing.

An open mind: My beliefs are my own, as are yours. This region is populated by a variety of races, cultures, and religious beliefs, not all of which can agree on things. I promise to listen, and pass along all views presented to me as representative of Wehnimer's Landing, with no judgement or biased towards those who present themselves appropriately.

Vote Tennalnen Silverstar for Regional Envoy of Wehnimer's Landing in 5123!

== The Plucky Town - by Leafiara ==

This is a story about a town that's plucky!

Invaders charge in, full of bloodlust,
Assailing us from all around
A rain-soaked battle where heroes rush,
Rallying back to stand our ground

They'll say: "Aren't they fiery, that Wehnimer's town?"
And they'll see...

We're so plucky, full of fight,
How we try, try, try using all our might, knowing
Evil forces disrupt our every plan
But surely we'll pull through in the end

The Landing standing: a mystery
Besieged by threats on every side
But our blades keep whirling and our spells keep swirling
Relentless and we'll always turn the tide

They'll say: "Aren't they crazy, that Wehnimer's town?"
And they'll see...

We're so plucky, full of fight
How we fry, fry, fry foes with pylon light, knowing
We draw our strength from our courage and our friends
And surely we'll pull through in the end

"They're only lucky, that Wehnimer's town!"

Our town's so plucky, must be how we survive
Even Raelee Svala has no other theories why
Yet we still grow and thrive

And they'll see!
We're so plucky, full of fight
Enemies die, die, die when they attack at night, knowing
If we're still breathing, we rise up to defend
For surely we'll triumph in the end

We are so plucky
Riding high, high, high to protect what's right, knowing
Whenever needed, our inner strength will shine
And surely we'll triumph every time

== Leaked Criminal Notes on the Nefarious Knitter - by The Alleged Sapphire Guard ==

[[File:sapphireguard.png|375px|thumb|right|generated by MidJourney]]

'''OOC Disclaimer: No this is not actually written by a member of the Sapphire Guard. This an IC reimagining by the anonymous author of what might be in the point for giggles. It's a bit!'''

While trying our best to find someone, anyone to take the blame for the Princess’s death aside from Arditin’s niece, we have been gathering intelligence for the benefit of the Sun Throne on one known as the ‘Nefarious Knitter’.

We have found the following:

* She is a member of the Black Thorns, a terrorist organization devoted to the spread of vile anti-socialist ideologies such as ‘Democracy’ and ‘Equality’.

* This anti-imperialist agent was not available to kill the Princess as she was fighting a giant earth elemental with an entire town of witnesses. At that time Orelwen was pushing Kasendra off of a staircase or something. But Arditin does not like this lady.

* We can’t find her.

So in instead of pertinent information here is our information on the membership of the Black Thorns:

* The Black Thorns have an estimated 3,000 members trained in forty different martial arts lost from the days of Despana and the strength of a hundred demons.

* Their leader is one, Talliver Dabbins, the warlord of Silver Mule Trace. He wanted for his war crimes during the Griffon Sword War of creating vampires and wyrms. His lair is deep in the Hinterwilds, but he is easy to spot due to his thirteen foot hairy frame.

* His lieutenant is a real player in the Cult of Zelia and a rogue Palestra Blade named Yoshie. This deranged assassin’s trade mark is a squid branded to his hand, and the replacement of his victim’s nails with rails.

* The Talon, a half-elf pirate from Mist Harbor who enraged a column of Aldoran swamp-berserkers to march on the Shining City until a Knights of the Realm convinced diverted them into dying in a swamp. We suspect this is another anatomy based alias of Socius, because screw that guy.

* The red-haired, half-sylvan former leader of the Rooks and Mayor of Wehnimer’s Landing - Casiphia.

* An ottoman that Thadston threw so hard with his magic arms that it became sentient.

* A gnome under the alias, Dr. C

* Gurbah, who requires no further explanation.

We hope you find this information useful as we coverup the deaths of many of your suspects, I mean, subjects including your cousin.

== Faerinn for Envoy==

[[File:Faerinnenvoy1.png|375px|thumb|left|generated by MidJourney]]

[[File:Faerinnenvoy2.png|375px|thumb|right|generated by MidJourney]]

Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed members of the Wehnimer's Landing community, I rise before you today to advocate for Faerinn as the best candidate for councilor. Faerinn's remarkable qualities and unwavering dedication make them the ideal choice to represent our beloved town and ensure its prosperity.

First and foremost, Faerinn possesses a deep understanding of Wehnimer's Landing. Through their active involvement and extensive experience within the community, they have proven themselves to be well-versed in the town's rich history, its challenges, and its aspirations. This familiarity enables Faerinn to make informed decisions and take actions that truly benefit our town.

Furthermore, Faerinn is a natural leader with a genuine passion for community development. They have demonstrated an exceptional ability to bring people together, fostering a sense of unity and collaboration. By actively engaging with residents and soliciting their input, Faerinn ensures that the voices of the people are heard, and their concerns are addressed. Such inclusive leadership is essential for the growth and prosperity of Wehnimer's Landing.

Moreover, Faerinn's commitment to progress is unparalleled. They possess a forward-thinking mindset and are always seeking innovative solutions to enhance our town's infrastructure, economy, and overall quality of life. With Faerinn at the helm, Wehnimer's Landing can embrace advancements while staying true to its unique character, ensuring a thriving and sustainable future.

Lastly, Faerinn's integrity and transparency set them apart as a councilor. They prioritize open communication and accountability, keeping residents informed about important decisions and actively seeking their feedback. This level of transparency builds trust and empowers the community, fostering a stronger bond between the councilor and the people they represent.

In conclusion, Faerinn's deep understanding of Wehnimer's Landing, their inclusive leadership style, their commitment to progress, and their integrity make them the ideal candidate for councilor. By electing Faerinn, we can be confident that our town will be in capable hands, working tirelessly to ensure our collective success. Let us rally behind Faerinn and together create a brighter future for Wehnimer's Landing.

User:DIEHLS

2023-07-03T23:56:35Z

DIEHLS: /* "Sheep's Wool: A Flock Too Far in Courtly Fashion" */

{{creative-work | title = The Free North News Issue #4| type = Newspaper| author = Various}}

'''OOC Disclaimer: The following is about Empire, revolution, settler colonialism, and it’s many consequences. The opinions stated here are to be taken in character and should not be taken as out of character judgements. It is intended as in chracter rhetoric. Except that we should have a rolton cryptid. Oh and do not insert into any orifices. Or do, I’m just not legally responsible for it.'''

'''IC Disclaimer: The Black Thorns are more of a collective, and less of a organization with heirachy and a roster. Please do not take the perspective of one member to apply to all of us.'''

[[File:Freenorthnews.png|375px|thumb|Right|Created in Midjourney Edited by player of Ceilia & Dendum uploaded by player of Dendum]]

== The Faerinn Well, Notes from the Editor ==
[[File:Peoplesenvoy.jpg|375px|thumb|left|The People's Envoy, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]
'''OOC Disclaimer: The following are the in character views of Faerinn. While things may be embellished or exaggerated to help make a point or to entertain, the facts stated here are as far as Faerinn is aware true.'''
I call to those who call Wehnimer’s Landing home and thank you for once again putting up with another campaign by me.

I came here a refugee time and time again. People say I hate Imperials, but forget that I came here as one. And I went back to Talador time and time again only to be driven out by one half-human progrom after another. I thought Talador was my home, because I was born there. The Landing always took me back no questions asked. It took years after the destruction of Talador to realize that my real home was here all alone.

I don’t hate the people of the Empire. I don’t even hate the Empire itself Not What I hate are the machinations of Imperialism. The systems that oppress everyone in its borders from Sun Throne to South Haven. The mechanisms that produce great heros, but rewards the greatest villains. As Jovery fought Hochstib on our behalf, the Sentinal had no issue with also accepting Hochstib’s claims for for the Sun Throne. A system that can’t but help to subjugate and expand as the top of the pyramid hoard more and more resources.

I’ve lost so much to this machine. Loss that is incalculable and incomprehensible except to Aletoi from Bre’Nere. I watch the reactions from the Reach, and I don’t think I can do it again. I don’t have it in me to lose another home. That is how you can know I am genuine. This is my guarantee to serve you to the very best of my abilities.

Whether it was the intentional or not, once this position came up for a vote to the citizens of the Landing the position changed from someone who reports to the Mayor, Council, and Sentinal. This is a brand new position now that, one that is beholden not only to the voters, but all the residents of the Landing.

'''The People's Envoy.'''

I will be taking your concerns abroad not that of the Elites. I’m not taking just the Consortium’s concerns abroad, nor just the Empire’s, nor just the Mayors, but EVERYONES.

If you deem to have me, I will be your Envoy. To take your concerns and issues not only to Imperial interests, but to renew our languishing relationships to the North and the East.

'''Faerinn Greatsinger, Esq, of Talador and Loenthra'''

'''Rumor Woods, Koaratos, 5123'''

== News for the North! ==
[[File:FNNMalwindeatsrocks1.png|375px|thumb|right|Baron Malwind tries Rock Tending, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

* Dwarven Emissaries Travel Across The Lands- Under the mountain the human empire is discussed but the dwarves decide to remain neutral for now.

* Icemule- A Dwarven Caravan is attacked. The Mayor plans to sends condolences to the mountain.

* Sol Haven- Rumors abound of children eating rocks after misunderstanding certain cultural oddities of Aldora.

* Wehnimer's Landing- Envoy selection takes place the world waits in anticipation to see who will speak for the Landing.

== Everything You're Dreaming ==
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Elidal's the greatest force of good you're ever seeing
We'd surely fall to ruin if not for his intervening
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Because of the parade of threats we've faced for many years
This Elidal is taking steps to now assuage our fears
And so one day he made a vow of some contentious prose
The biggest vow I've heard by now and this is how it goes:

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Hope and safety, wealth and wisdom, deeper inner meaning
He's the apex, he's the leadership that we've been needing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Now, it might seem precocious, like your lives are a disgrace
Or it might seem atrocious, like your heroes die a waste
But all the blood shed by our fallen fighters need not fail
Just ally now with Elidal or it's to no avail

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Not to sound too grand or condescending or demeaning
But have you seen the trouble this frontier is always gleaning?
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

(You could say it nearly backwards:
Dreaming your everything will bring Darkstone of barony...
But that's going a bit too far, don't you think?)

So as you face down yet more wars you didn't need to fight
Reflect on Eli's words and how he'll be our shining light
You'd better ponder carefully since this could change your life
For example: a permanent stability that sees the end of strife

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Lift you out of hopeless doubts and fears since they're deceiving
If you say it oft enough, you'll find yourself believing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

== Ask Lithyia ==

[[File:FNNcultsymbol1.png|375px|thumb|left|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

'''Dear Lithyia'''

Every morning a dwarf smelling of liquor breaks into my shop and smashes all the vases claiming he is looking for “real gems”. I tried locking the doors, and barring the windows but he just passes through them like a ghost. Please advise.

Vaseless in Vornavis

'''Dear Vaseless in Vornavis,'''

Something I have learned over the years is that the fastest way to many dwarve’s hearts is through freshly made brew. I recommend you get your hands on a still and begin leaving “gifts” outside your shop for this dwarf. You should notice you no longer need to lock the doors or bar the windows because you will find them passed out drunk in front of your shop. You can then haul them off yourself or pay some youngin who needs a few silvers to do it for you. If you do not have access to a still, seek me out. I am a brewmaster and would be happy to craft some specialities just for you and this…situation.

Fresh brew is best brew!
Miss Lithy

'''Dear Lithyia,'''

I find myself in a most peculiar predicament—one that has left me pondering the ethics of my choices. You see, I have become entangled in an intriguing, yet probably evil, cult. The allure of their secret rituals and promises of enlightenment initially drew me in, but now I'm plagued with doubts. Should I stay in this malevolent cult, embracing its dark path, or should I break free from its clutches and seek a more morally upright existence? Please help me navigate this moral maze, Lithyia, for I fear I'm teetering on the edge of eternal damnation.

Sincerely,

Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics

'''Dear Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics,'''

Having never been involved in a cult myself or having any experience related to them I must ponder on this a bit. Have they threatened you or someone you love? If so, I would suggest removing yourself from them as soon as possible. I might also recommend some new wrist, arm and ankle sheaths to carry additional…implements. One can never be too careful. As for whether you should seek a more morally upright existence, I don’t think you need to fully sacrifice who you may be as a person just because things didn’t work out the way you hoped with this group.

Regards,
Miss Lithy

== Turamzyrrian Empire's Dark Legacy Unveiled: Evil Cult Hiding in Solhaven Sends Assassins into the Free North ==

[[File:FNNDarklegacyarticle1.png|375px|thumb|right|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Dendum]]

Byline: Dorper Eweherder

A dark cloud of treachery looms over the realm of Elanthia as the infamous Turamzyrrian Empire's troubled past comes to light once again. Known for its historical deeply ingrained racist policies and discriminatory practices, the empire now stands accused of shielding an insidious cult that has unleashed assassins into the once tranquil lands of the Free North. The revelation has sent shockwaves throughout the realm, exposing the Empire's complicity in this heinous plot.

For centuries, the Turamzyrrian Empire has held a notorious reputation for its divisive policies, fostering an environment of inequality and prejudice. Its discriminatory practices, targeting non-human races, have sown discord and resentment among the diverse populations of Elanthia. These issues have been made more troublesome when coupled with its militaristic campaigns of subjegation towards its neighbours.

Now, as the truth unravels, it has come to light that the empire has been sheltering and aiding an evil cult known as the Order of Eternal Light. This secretive and malevolent organization has dispatched assassins into the unsuspecting lands of the Free North, destabilizing the region and trying to strike fear and chaos among its inhabitants.

The Order of Eternal Light, notorious for their questionable membership and history of promoting the Lornon agenda, has found refuge within the empire's borders, shielded by its militaristic policies, authoritarian rule, and willful blindness. Their nefarious activities, supported by the Empire's resources and protection, have targeted key figures and leaders in the Free North, plunging the region into a state of wariness.

A group of courageous adventurers, driven by a relentless pursuit of justice, managed to peel back the layers of secrecy surrounding the Empire's unholy alliance with the Order of Eternal Light. Through their tenacious efforts, evidence linking high-ranking Empire Sympathizer to the cult's activities came to light, exposing the empire's complicity in this sinister plot.

We thank those brave souls who were former and current members of the Order who risked their lives helping expose the corruption.

The revelation has ignited a firestorm of outrage and condemnation throughout the Free North and beyond. Leaders and communities have united in their denouncement of the empire's aggressive stance in the sovereign territory of other people and its collaboration with an evil cult. Calls for justice and swift action reverberate through the halls of free people everywhere, demanding accountability for those responsible.

In response to mounting accusations, the Turamzyrrian Empire's representatives will scramble to distance themselves from the scandal, issuing statements condemning the cult's actions and denying any knowledge of their collaboration. However, the people of the Free North and the realm at large will remain skeptical, seeing these claims as a feeble attempt to salvage the empire's past reputation in light of recent efforts to rebrand itself.

As tensions escalate between the Free North and the Turamzyrrian Empire, Elanthia stands on the brink of an epic confrontation. The Free North, known for its resilience and commitment to justice, rallies its forces in a united front against the empire's tyranny. With swords raised and magic at their disposal, they stand ready to face the combined might of the empire and the Order of Eternal Light, vowing to restore peace and expose the truth.

The fate of Elanthia hangs in the balance as the forces of darkness threaten to engulf the realm. Will the Free North succeed in reclaiming its autonomy and defeating the evil that has been nurtured by the empire's feudal policies? Only time will tell, as the realm braces itself for an epic clash between justice and oppression.

== The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor ==

[[File:FNNRWad1.png|375px|thumb|left|Advertisement, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor

Deep in the heart of Wehnimer's Landing, an organization flourishes, embodying the principles of unity, strength, and honor. They are the Ord An Dragan, a revered clan that has etched its name in the annals of history as stalwart protectors of the realm.

Forged in the fires of chaos, the Ord An Dragan emerged during the Age of Chaos, when a battle raged at Shadow Guard. In an unprecedented display of unity, a diverse alliance formed, consisting of Dwarves, Giantmen, Elven Houses, Humans, Sylvans, Halflings, and many others. This union, a testament to the power of collaboration, turned the tide of war, forever changing the course of the realm's destiny.

Witnessing the transformative impact of this alliance, the members of the Ord An Dragan clan embraced their role as custodians of unity. They understood that strength lay not in isolation, but in the harmonious integration of different races and creeds. Their numbers and influence grew, establishing them as the last line of defense for the survival of Elanthia.

Through the ages, the Ord An Dragan clan quietly and steadfastly fulfilled their sacred duty. They became the watchful eyes, the meticulous record keepers, and the nurturing force behind the values they held dear. From the discovery of the Gnomes to the arrivals of the Erithians and Aelotoi, the Ord An Dragan clan stood witness to these pivotal events, safeguarding the fragile balance of the realm.

When the Aelotoi were attacked by the Kiramon, it was the Ord An Dragan clan who joined forces with the Ta’Illistim guards to defend them. This marked the first official record of their presence in the environs of Ta’Illistim. However, it was in Wehnimer's Landing that they found their true home—a haven for diversity due to its status as a port city and its proximity to various lands.

Embodying the creed established by the Drakes, the Ord An Dragan clan became arbiters of justice and cultivators of honor. Within their ranks, individuals found a sanctuary where their potentials were nurtured and protected. The unity of their powers, akin to the might of a dragon, fortified their resolve to safeguard the realm.

In the face of waning dragon numbers, the Ord An Dragan took up the mantle of guardianship. They pledged to honor the strength in unity, working tirelessly to ensure the coexistence of all races and the triumph of righteousness. Monthly meetings, though sometimes dismissed as "borin'" by a few immature members, serve as a testament to the clan's commitment to fostering unity, sharing wisdom, and upholding their cherished values.

Today, the Ord An Dragan stands as a shining beacon in Wehnimer's Landing, a symbol of unity and honor. They have dedicated themselves to the well-being of the realm, protecting it from the encroachment of darkness. In their footsteps, new generations are guided and inspired to carry forward the legacy of the Ord An Dragan, preserving the realm's harmony and safeguarding its future.

May their noble endeavors continue to inspire all who seek a world built upon unity, strength, and honor.

== Help Wanted/Classifieds ==

== "Sheep's Wool: A Flock Too Far in Courtly Fashion" ==

[[File:FNNroltonfashion1.png|375px|thumb|left|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

By Madam Maedat

In an age where courtly fashion knows no bounds, one cannot help but marvel at the relentless obsession with sheep's wool. It seems that every nobleman and noblewoman, from the grandest castle to the lowliest manor, must drape themselves in the fluffy fabric of these humble farm creatures. Verily, we have reached a point where sheep's wool has become the cornerstone of court couture, and I am compelled to raise my quill in mock astonishment at this woolly madness.

Gone are the days of intricate embroidery and fine silks that adorned the aristocracy. Now, one can hardly tell a lord from a shepherd at first glance, for they are all swathed in wool from head to toe. It is as if they have declared a silent allegiance to the noble sheep, or are suffering in a secret love affair with some rolton, forsaking all other materials in favor of their cozy, albeit predictable, charm.

Let us take a moment to ponder the origins of this fashion frenzy. Sheep, creatures blessed with abundant fleece, have long been cherished for their warmth and versatility. Their wool has provided countless garments throughout history, but today it seems the demand has reached unprecedented heights. It is as if our courtly denizens, from Allace to Trauntor, have entered into a pact with the sheep, vying to outdo one another in their excessive display of ovine devotion.

Behold, the ladies parading in their woolen gowns, each step accompanied by the sound of gentle baas. Their dressmakers laboriously sculpt these garments, ensuring no inch of their noble forms remains untouched by the woolly embrace. Layers upon layers of the stuff are piled on, transforming them into walking clouds of fluff. It is a wonder they do not float away, carried off by a strong gust of wind or a playful ram.

The gentlemen fare no better, donning woolen doublets, cloaks, and even leggings. They walk with a perpetual itch, for who among them can withstand the tickling sensation that accompanies an entire outfit fashioned from wool? Yet, they persist, prancing about in their woolly attire as if they have forgotten the existence of other fabrics entirely.

Alas, even the knights who once gleamed in shining armor have succumbed to the pull of sheep's wool. No longer do they ride into battle, clad in protective steel; instead, they charge forth covered head to toe in woolen armor. One wonders if their adversaries will die from laughter before they can even draw their swords.

I implore the courtly elite to reconsider their devotion to sheep's wool. Surely there are other fabrics worthy of their attention? Let us not forget the delicate touch of velvet, the shimmer of satin, or the regal flow of brocade. Our forefathers would turn in their graves if they witnessed such a woolly takeover of fashion.

In conclusion, dear readers, let us remember the time-honored lesson of moderation. While sheep's wool undeniably has its place in courtly fashion, its ubiquity threatens to transform our noble courts into pastures. Let us reclaim the elegance and diversity that once graced our wardrobes, lest we become a flock of fashion sheep, forever caught in the woolly embrace of mediocrity.

== Tennalnen Campaign Announcement ==
People of Wehnimer's Landing!

I, Tennalnen Silverstar, announce my campign for Regional Envoy of Wehnimer's Landing. Most of you do not know me, nor do I know you, and this is a good thing. As Regional Envoy it will be my job to listen and hear what all peoples have to say, and bring their word back to the government of Landing for discussion. I make only one promise, I promise to listen to the people and bring their words to the leadership. I cannot promise change, I cannot promise action, but I will do my best to ensure the voice of ALL people is taken into account.

My platform is simple:
A fresh face, a fresh perspective, an open mind.

A fresh face: I am new, unknown to many, untried compared to my fellow applicants. I have not seen the dead rise during the reign of the Lich King. I did not stand beside or against Grishom Stone. I did not pick a side during the recent territorial disputes in Town. I have no history with the North, the East, or any of our other neighbors except Bourth where I was raised.

A fresh perspective: I have not lived here for long, and in my time in Wehnimer's Landing I have heard many views. I have listened to those varied voices and I have considered them. While I cannot claim to know which view is correct, I can provide an ear to listen, and a voice to speak their words to the leaders of Landing.

An open mind: My beliefs are my own, as are yours. This region is populated by a variety of races, cultures, and religious beliefs, not all of which can agree on things. I promise to listen, and pass along all views presented to me as representative of Wehnimer's Landing, with no judgement or biased towards those who present themselves appropriately.

Vote Tennalnen Silverstar for Regional Envoy of Wehnimer's Landing in 5123!

== The Plucky Town - by Leafiara ==

This is a story about a town that's plucky!

Invaders charge in, full of bloodlust,
Assailing us from all around
A rain-soaked battle where heroes rush,
Rallying back to stand our ground

They'll say: "Aren't they fiery, that Wehnimer's town?"
And they'll see...

We're so plucky, full of fight,
How we try, try, try using all our might, knowing
Evil forces disrupt our every plan
But surely we'll pull through in the end

The Landing standing: a mystery
Besieged by threats on every side
But our blades keep whirling and our spells keep swirling
Relentless and we'll always turn the tide

They'll say: "Aren't they crazy, that Wehnimer's town?"
And they'll see...

We're so plucky, full of fight
How we fry, fry, fry foes with pylon light, knowing
We draw our strength from our courage and our friends
And surely we'll pull through in the end

"They're only lucky, that Wehnimer's town!"

Our town's so plucky, must be how we survive
Even Raelee Svala has no other theories why
Yet we still grow and thrive

And they'll see!
We're so plucky, full of fight
Enemies die, die, die when they attack at night, knowing
If we're still breathing, we rise up to defend
For surely we'll triumph in the end

We are so plucky
Riding high, high, high to protect what's right, knowing
Whenever needed, our inner strength will shine
And surely we'll triumph every time

== Leaked Criminal Notes on the Nefarious Knitter - by The Alleged Sapphire Guard ==

[[File:sapphireguard.png|375px|thumb|right|generated by MidJourney]]

'''OOC Disclaimer: No this is not actually written by a member of the Sapphire Guard. This an IC reimagining by the anonymous author of what might be in the point for giggles. It's a bit!'''

While trying our best to find someone, anyone to take the blame for the Princess’s death aside from Arditin’s niece, we have been gathering intelligence for the benefit of the Sun Throne on one known as the ‘Nefarious Knitter’.

We have found the following:

* She is a member of the Black Thorns, a terrorist organization devoted to the spread of vile anti-socialist ideologies such as ‘Democracy’ and ‘Equality’.

* This anti-imperialist agent was not available to kill the Princess as she was fighting a giant earth elemental with an entire town of witnesses. At that time Orelwen was pushing Kasendra off of a staircase or something. But Arditin does not like this lady.

* We can’t find her.

So in instead of pertinent information here is our information on the membership of the Black Thorns:

* The Black Thorns have an estimated 3,000 members trained in forty different martial arts lost from the days of Despana and the strength of a hundred demons.

* Their leader is one, Talliver Dabbins, the warlord of Silver Mule Trace. He wanted for his war crimes during the Griffon Sword War of creating vampires and wyrms. His lair is deep in the Hinterwilds, but he is easy to spot due to his thirteen foot hairy frame.

* His lieutenant is a real player in the Cult of Zelia and a rogue Palestra Blade named Yoshie. This deranged assassin’s trade mark is a squid branded to his hand, and the replacement of his victim’s nails with rails.

* The Talon, a half-elf pirate from Mist Harbor who enraged a column of Aldoran swamp-berserkers to march on the Shining City until a Knights of the Realm convinced diverted them into dying in a swamp. We suspect this is another anatomy based alias of Socius, because screw that guy.

* The red-haired, half-sylvan former leader of the Rooks and Mayor of Wehnimer’s Landing - Casiphia.

* An ottoman that Thadston threw so hard with his magic arms that it became sentient.

* A gnome under the alias, Dr. C

* Gurbah, who requires no further explanation.

We hope you find this information useful as we coverup the deaths of many of your suspects, I mean, subjects including your cousin.

== Faerinn for Envoy==

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[[File:Faerinnenvoy2.png|375px|thumb|right|generated by MidJourney]]

Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed members of the Wehnimer's Landing community, I rise before you today to advocate for Faerinn as the best candidate for councilor. Faerinn's remarkable qualities and unwavering dedication make them the ideal choice to represent our beloved town and ensure its prosperity.

First and foremost, Faerinn possesses a deep understanding of Wehnimer's Landing. Through their active involvement and extensive experience within the community, they have proven themselves to be well-versed in the town's rich history, its challenges, and its aspirations. This familiarity enables Faerinn to make informed decisions and take actions that truly benefit our town.

Furthermore, Faerinn is a natural leader with a genuine passion for community development. They have demonstrated an exceptional ability to bring people together, fostering a sense of unity and collaboration. By actively engaging with residents and soliciting their input, Faerinn ensures that the voices of the people are heard, and their concerns are addressed. Such inclusive leadership is essential for the growth and prosperity of Wehnimer's Landing.

Moreover, Faerinn's commitment to progress is unparalleled. They possess a forward-thinking mindset and are always seeking innovative solutions to enhance our town's infrastructure, economy, and overall quality of life. With Faerinn at the helm, Wehnimer's Landing can embrace advancements while staying true to its unique character, ensuring a thriving and sustainable future.

Lastly, Faerinn's integrity and transparency set them apart as a councilor. They prioritize open communication and accountability, keeping residents informed about important decisions and actively seeking their feedback. This level of transparency builds trust and empowers the community, fostering a stronger bond between the councilor and the people they represent.

In conclusion, Faerinn's deep understanding of Wehnimer's Landing, their inclusive leadership style, their commitment to progress, and their integrity make them the ideal candidate for councilor. By electing Faerinn, we can be confident that our town will be in capable hands, working tirelessly to ensure our collective success. Let us rally behind Faerinn and together create a brighter future for Wehnimer's Landing.

User:DIEHLS

2023-07-03T13:01:45Z

DIEHLS: /* "Sheep's Wool: A Flock Too Far in Courtly Fashion" */

{{creative-work | title = The Free North News Issue #4| type = Newspaper| author = Various}}

'''OOC Disclaimer: The following is about Empire, revolution, settler colonialism, and it’s many consequences. The opinions stated here are to be taken in character and should not be taken as out of character judgements. It is intended as in chracter rhetoric. Except that we should have a rolton cryptid. Oh and do not insert into any orifices. Or do, I’m just not legally responsible for it.'''

'''IC Disclaimer: The Black Thorns are more of a collective, and less of a organization with heirachy and a roster. Please do not take the perspective of one member to apply to all of us.'''

[[File:Freenorthnews.png|375px|thumb|Right|Created in Midjourney Edited by player of Ceilia & Dendum uploaded by player of Dendum]]

== The Faerinn Well, Notes from the Editor ==
[[File:Peoplesenvoy.jpg|375px|thumb|left|The People's Envoy, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]
'''OOC Disclaimer: The following are the in character views of Faerinn. While things may be embellished or exaggerated to help make a point or to entertain, the facts stated here are as far as Faerinn is aware true.'''
I call to those who call Wehnimer’s Landing home and thank you for once again putting up with another campaign by me.

I came here a refugee time and time again. People say I hate Imperials, but forget that I came here as one. And I went back to Talador time and time again only to be driven out by one half-human progrom after another. I thought Talador was my home, because I was born there. The Landing always took me back no questions asked. It took years after the destruction of Talador to realize that my real home was here all alone.

I don’t hate the people of the Empire. I don’t even hate the Empire itself Not What I hate are the machinations of Imperialism. The systems that oppress everyone in its borders from Sun Throne to South Haven. The mechanisms that produce great heros, but rewards the greatest villains. As Jovery fought Hochstib on our behalf, the Sentinal had no issue with also accepting Hochstib’s claims for for the Sun Throne. A system that can’t but help to subjugate and expand as the top of the pyramid hoard more and more resources.

I’ve lost so much to this machine. Loss that is incalculable and incomprehensible except to Aletoi from Bre’Nere. I watch the reactions from the Reach, and I don’t think I can do it again. I don’t have it in me to lose another home. That is how you can know I am genuine. This is my guarantee to serve you to the very best of my abilities.

Whether it was the intentional or not, once this position came up for a vote to the citizens of the Landing the position changed from someone who reports to the Mayor, Council, and Sentinal. This is a brand new position now that, one that is beholden not only to the voters, but all the residents of the Landing.

'''The People's Envoy.'''

I will be taking your concerns abroad not that of the Elites. I’m not taking just the Consortium’s concerns abroad, nor just the Empire’s, nor just the Mayors, but EVERYONES.

If you deem to have me, I will be your Envoy. To take your concerns and issues not only to Imperial interests, but to renew our languishing relationships to the North and the East.

'''Faerinn Greatsinger, Esq, of Talador and Loenthra'''

'''Rumor Woods, Koaratos, 5123'''

== News for the North! ==
[[File:FNNMalwindeatsrocks1.png|375px|thumb|right|Baron Malwind tries Rock Tending, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

* Dwarven Emissaries Travel Across The Lands- Under the mountain the human empire is discussed but the dwarves decide to remain neutral for now.

* Icemule- A Dwarven Caravan is attacked. The Mayor plans to sends condolences to the mountain.

* Sol Haven- Rumors abound of children eating rocks after misunderstanding certain cultural oddities of Aldora.

* Wehnimer's Landing- Envoy selection takes place the world waits in anticipation to see who will speak for the Landing.

== Everything You're Dreaming ==
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Elidal's the greatest force of good you're ever seeing
We'd surely fall to ruin if not for his intervening
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Because of the parade of threats we've faced for many years
This Elidal is taking steps to now assuage our fears
And so one day he made a vow of some contentious prose
The biggest vow I've heard by now and this is how it goes:

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Hope and safety, wealth and wisdom, deeper inner meaning
He's the apex, he's the leadership that we've been needing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Now, it might seem precocious, like your lives are a disgrace
Or it might seem atrocious, like your heroes die a waste
But all the blood shed by our fallen fighters need not fail
Just ally now with Elidal or it's to no avail

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Not to sound too grand or condescending or demeaning
But have you seen the trouble this frontier is always gleaning?
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

(You could say it nearly backwards:
Dreaming your everything will bring Darkstone of barony...
But that's going a bit too far, don't you think?)

So as you face down yet more wars you didn't need to fight
Reflect on Eli's words and how he'll be our shining light
You'd better ponder carefully since this could change your life
For example: a permanent stability that sees the end of strife

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Lift you out of hopeless doubts and fears since they're deceiving
If you say it oft enough, you'll find yourself believing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

== Ask Lithyia ==

[[File:FNNcultsymbol1.png|375px|thumb|left|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

'''Dear Lithyia'''

Every morning a dwarf smelling of liquor breaks into my shop and smashes all the vases claiming he is looking for “real gems”. I tried locking the doors, and barring the windows but he just passes through them like a ghost. Please advise.

Vaseless in Vornavis

'''Dear Vaseless in Vornavis,'''

Something I have learned over the years is that the fastest way to many dwarve’s hearts is through freshly made brew. I recommend you get your hands on a still and begin leaving “gifts” outside your shop for this dwarf. You should notice you no longer need to lock the doors or bar the windows because you will find them passed out drunk in front of your shop. You can then haul them off yourself or pay some youngin who needs a few silvers to do it for you. If you do not have access to a still, seek me out. I am a brewmaster and would be happy to craft some specialities just for you and this…situation.

Fresh brew is best brew!
Miss Lithy

'''Dear Lithyia,'''

I find myself in a most peculiar predicament—one that has left me pondering the ethics of my choices. You see, I have become entangled in an intriguing, yet probably evil, cult. The allure of their secret rituals and promises of enlightenment initially drew me in, but now I'm plagued with doubts. Should I stay in this malevolent cult, embracing its dark path, or should I break free from its clutches and seek a more morally upright existence? Please help me navigate this moral maze, Lithyia, for I fear I'm teetering on the edge of eternal damnation.

Sincerely,

Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics

'''Dear Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics,'''

Having never been involved in a cult myself or having any experience related to them I must ponder on this a bit. Have they threatened you or someone you love? If so, I would suggest removing yourself from them as soon as possible. I might also recommend some new wrist, arm and ankle sheaths to carry additional…implements. One can never be too careful. As for whether you should seek a more morally upright existence, I don’t think you need to fully sacrifice who you may be as a person just because things didn’t work out the way you hoped with this group.

Regards,
Miss Lithy

== Turamzyrrian Empire's Dark Legacy Unveiled: Evil Cult Hiding in Solhaven Sends Assassins into the Free North ==

[[File:FNNDarklegacyarticle1.png|375px|thumb|right|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Dendum]]

Byline: Dorper Eweherder

A dark cloud of treachery looms over the realm of Elanthia as the infamous Turamzyrrian Empire's troubled past comes to light once again. Known for its historical deeply ingrained racist policies and discriminatory practices, the empire now stands accused of shielding an insidious cult that has unleashed assassins into the once tranquil lands of the Free North. The revelation has sent shockwaves throughout the realm, exposing the Empire's complicity in this heinous plot.

For centuries, the Turamzyrrian Empire has held a notorious reputation for its divisive policies, fostering an environment of inequality and prejudice. Its discriminatory practices, targeting non-human races, have sown discord and resentment among the diverse populations of Elanthia. These issues have been made more troublesome when coupled with its militaristic campaigns of subjegation towards its neighbours.

Now, as the truth unravels, it has come to light that the empire has been sheltering and aiding an evil cult known as the Order of Eternal Light. This secretive and malevolent organization has dispatched assassins into the unsuspecting lands of the Free North, destabilizing the region and trying to strike fear and chaos among its inhabitants.

The Order of Eternal Light, notorious for their questionable membership and history of promoting the Lornon agenda, has found refuge within the empire's borders, shielded by its militaristic policies, authoritarian rule, and willful blindness. Their nefarious activities, supported by the Empire's resources and protection, have targeted key figures and leaders in the Free North, plunging the region into a state of wariness.

A group of courageous adventurers, driven by a relentless pursuit of justice, managed to peel back the layers of secrecy surrounding the Empire's unholy alliance with the Order of Eternal Light. Through their tenacious efforts, evidence linking high-ranking Empire Sympathizer to the cult's activities came to light, exposing the empire's complicity in this sinister plot.

We thank those brave souls who were former and current members of the Order who risked their lives helping expose the corruption.

The revelation has ignited a firestorm of outrage and condemnation throughout the Free North and beyond. Leaders and communities have united in their denouncement of the empire's aggressive stance in the sovereign territory of other people and its collaboration with an evil cult. Calls for justice and swift action reverberate through the halls of free people everywhere, demanding accountability for those responsible.

In response to mounting accusations, the Turamzyrrian Empire's representatives will scramble to distance themselves from the scandal, issuing statements condemning the cult's actions and denying any knowledge of their collaboration. However, the people of the Free North and the realm at large will remain skeptical, seeing these claims as a feeble attempt to salvage the empire's past reputation in light of recent efforts to rebrand itself.

As tensions escalate between the Free North and the Turamzyrrian Empire, Elanthia stands on the brink of an epic confrontation. The Free North, known for its resilience and commitment to justice, rallies its forces in a united front against the empire's tyranny. With swords raised and magic at their disposal, they stand ready to face the combined might of the empire and the Order of Eternal Light, vowing to restore peace and expose the truth.

The fate of Elanthia hangs in the balance as the forces of darkness threaten to engulf the realm. Will the Free North succeed in reclaiming its autonomy and defeating the evil that has been nurtured by the empire's feudal policies? Only time will tell, as the realm braces itself for an epic clash between justice and oppression.

== The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor ==

[[File:FNNRWad1.png|375px|thumb|left|Advertisement, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor

Deep in the heart of Wehnimer's Landing, an organization flourishes, embodying the principles of unity, strength, and honor. They are the Ord An Dragan, a revered clan that has etched its name in the annals of history as stalwart protectors of the realm.

Forged in the fires of chaos, the Ord An Dragan emerged during the Age of Chaos, when a battle raged at Shadow Guard. In an unprecedented display of unity, a diverse alliance formed, consisting of Dwarves, Giantmen, Elven Houses, Humans, Sylvans, Halflings, and many others. This union, a testament to the power of collaboration, turned the tide of war, forever changing the course of the realm's destiny.

Witnessing the transformative impact of this alliance, the members of the Ord An Dragan clan embraced their role as custodians of unity. They understood that strength lay not in isolation, but in the harmonious integration of different races and creeds. Their numbers and influence grew, establishing them as the last line of defense for the survival of Elanthia.

Through the ages, the Ord An Dragan clan quietly and steadfastly fulfilled their sacred duty. They became the watchful eyes, the meticulous record keepers, and the nurturing force behind the values they held dear. From the discovery of the Gnomes to the arrivals of the Erithians and Aelotoi, the Ord An Dragan clan stood witness to these pivotal events, safeguarding the fragile balance of the realm.

When the Aelotoi were attacked by the Kiramon, it was the Ord An Dragan clan who joined forces with the Ta’Illistim guards to defend them. This marked the first official record of their presence in the environs of Ta’Illistim. However, it was in Wehnimer's Landing that they found their true home—a haven for diversity due to its status as a port city and its proximity to various lands.

Embodying the creed established by the Drakes, the Ord An Dragan clan became arbiters of justice and cultivators of honor. Within their ranks, individuals found a sanctuary where their potentials were nurtured and protected. The unity of their powers, akin to the might of a dragon, fortified their resolve to safeguard the realm.

In the face of waning dragon numbers, the Ord An Dragan took up the mantle of guardianship. They pledged to honor the strength in unity, working tirelessly to ensure the coexistence of all races and the triumph of righteousness. Monthly meetings, though sometimes dismissed as "borin'" by a few immature members, serve as a testament to the clan's commitment to fostering unity, sharing wisdom, and upholding their cherished values.

Today, the Ord An Dragan stands as a shining beacon in Wehnimer's Landing, a symbol of unity and honor. They have dedicated themselves to the well-being of the realm, protecting it from the encroachment of darkness. In their footsteps, new generations are guided and inspired to carry forward the legacy of the Ord An Dragan, preserving the realm's harmony and safeguarding its future.

May their noble endeavors continue to inspire all who seek a world built upon unity, strength, and honor.

== Help Wanted/Classifieds ==

== "Sheep's Wool: A Flock Too Far in Courtly Fashion" ==

[[File:FNNroltonfashion1|375px|thumb|left|Rolton Fashion, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

He sat by the fireside, the stoutest table in Helga’s tavern supporting his massive frame, holding court over the assorted rabble, Shanty Town friends and nemeses looking on with admiration, disdain, or a dash of both. Dominucci the Elder, Old Dom to most and Hairy Dom to those wanting a punch in the face, surveyed the crowded bar before him.

Tonight was Dom’s night, his candidacy for mayor was to begin here amongst his people. He threw back his beer, slammed the empty mug on the table, and pounded the table with his massive paw of a hand to gain the room’s attention.

“Aye, bet yas wonder why it is I be here tonight?”

From deep across the bar came the first retort. ``Old Dom, ya arse, you be here with your soused self every damn night. What you harp’n on abouts this eve?”

Dom nodded to the voice in the crowd. “Tonight be special. Tonight I bark on a new journey.”

Another voice cut him off. “Yas some kinda weredog nows?”

“No, it’s what ‘em fancy folks say when they be start’n things. They be bark’n on journeys and adventures and all that.”

“Dommy boy, why ‘tem richie riches bark’n so much at ‘tings ‘tere?”

It dawned on Old Dom that if he didn’t take the room back here and now that he might lose control of his messaging. Perhaps he shouldn’t have started his campaign at 3am in a bar.

“Shut yas traps, ya arseholes, I be run’n for mayor.

A young boy closer to his table spit out his beer laughing. “Old Dom, you ain’t run’n anywhere. You is a bit portly for all that, eh?”

Dom sighed the first of what would be many. “Nah, that’s what thems folks says when yas try to be mayor. Yas gotta run for mayor and get them votes from the likes of yas.”

The boy’s friend chimed in “So it be like a race? Yas mayor peoples gotta run around the town? I gots my money on that Amos one, he’ll rig it.”

“It ain’t a race!” He slammed his fist down on the table and the crowd quieted some. “I’m here tonight to get me campaign go’n and tells yas about me platform.”

Stinky Tom’s brother, sensing Dom’s souring mood, ventured to raise a hand. Dom nodded for him to proceed with his question, finally content at some order in the room.

“If yas need a platform, mayhaps yas can use the stage the next room over.”

Old Dom lowered his head to the table for a moment, but gathered himself and pressed on. “I wanna be the next mayor ‘round these parts. So I wanna tell yas all what I’m think’n we should be do’n.”

A half-elf over by the bar laughed. “I heard yas gots a garbage service now, gonna clean up the town, yeah?”

Dom nodded. “Aye, some fancy lady was complaining ‘bout all them trash from them politics peoples, figured I could make a coin or two help’n the town…” A voice cut him short from somewhere he couldn’t see.

“Ain’t you part of the group write’n all them things anyways? You make’n all that trash in the first place! Smart business make’n all that garbage and then pick’n it up for coins! This be like when you trained all them raccoons!”

His political team, a squat man named Jarv that was either a short human or tall dwarf, handed him a fresh frothy mug, while he shook his head at the last assertion. “Allegedly…”

Dom took another deep pull from his mug.

“Well is you a Black Thorn or not?”

Another voice cut off his response. “Nah, I heard him a Rook, that one, one of em’s key members. He was there on that bust-up night, but them just thought he was a furry cloak on a tall coat hanger.” The entire room burst out laughing.

Dom took another drink.

A Sylvan lady, sitting full-up on the bar itself, chimed in over the roar. “Ain’t what I heard, I heard old Dom here be Aldoran. Joined his brethren in marching his arse to the gates of them half-heights in dwarf town demanding to punch elves as Imperial retri’buting.”

Dom took another drink.

“I heard Dom loves Amos so much he was try’n out to be one of them Lightning Ladybugs of his.”

Dom ordered another.

“Oi, I heard he consorts with Manrolt by the pale moonlight!”

Dom downed two mugs in rapid succession.

“I ‘eard he IS Manrolt!”

Dome chugged two more and motioned for replenishment.

“I seen him on that Bodack’s ship, he was part of dat rogue Imperial crew dat killed all our brothers in the boats and docks.” The room started to boo him in unison.

Dom signalled for some stronger swill.

“Nah, I ‘eard he captured that Bodie man, took his ship. Uses it to trade wit ‘em Four Wind Lands people.”

Dom threw back a shot of rotgut whiskey.

“Dom a Reiver, yas can see it in his shifty eyes!”

Dom tossed back as many shots as he could find near his person.

“Nah, I heard he be a failed squire for one o’dem knightly orders!”

With the last bit of energy he had left, he looked at the crowd. “Aye, if I have yas vote, I can be whatevers yas need of me. Yas want me to be a friend of the Empire on Volnes, I’ll cozy right on up to that Ely Doll and tell’im what a great Empire he gots. On Tilamaires I gots my bird mask for them sneaky business, Leyan for some Thorns pamphlets tell’n Ely Doll to shove it, but on Niiman I be pick’n em same flyers up for them people in them towers outside town complain’n about al them trashes. On the Day of the Huntress, I can dress up as Manrolt, with Feastday for dinning with the Lich King, and Restday I be help’n Amos cook the books in my Lightning Ladybug costume.” He looked at them all, completely exasperated.

For the first time all evening, the bar was silent.

“Oi, Dommy Boy, when in ‘teh Gods yas gonna find time in all ‘tat ‘tere to help us Land’n folk?”

That was the last thing Old Dom heard as his head hit the table. He awoke the next day slumped over about a fallen man’s distance from where he had started his political dreams, It was about 4 o’clock that next evening. The cutoff for registering as a mayoral candidate had passed at noon. He raised his hand to order a fresh one, and Helga sighed, adding it to his massive tab.

== Tennalnen Campaign Announcement ==
People of Wehnimer's Landing!

I, Tennalnen Silverstar, announce my campign for Regional Envoy of Wehnimer's Landing. Most of you do not know me, nor do I know you, and this is a good thing. As Regional Envoy it will be my job to listen and hear what all peoples have to say, and bring their word back to the government of Landing for discussion. I make only one promise, I promise to listen to the people and bring their words to the leadership. I cannot promise change, I cannot promise action, but I will do my best to ensure the voice of ALL people is taken into account.

My platform is simple:
A fresh face, a fresh perspective, an open mind.

A fresh face: I am new, unknown to many, untried compared to my fellow applicants. I have not seen the dead rise during the reign of the Lich King. I did not stand beside or against Grishom Stone. I did not pick a side during the recent territorial disputes in Town. I have no history with the North, the East, or any of our other neighbors except Bourth where I was raised.

A fresh perspective: I have not lived here for long, and in my time in Wehnimer's Landing I have heard many views. I have listened to those varied voices and I have considered them. While I cannot claim to know which view is correct, I can provide an ear to listen, and a voice to speak their words to the leaders of Landing.

An open mind: My beliefs are my own, as are yours. This region is populated by a variety of races, cultures, and religious beliefs, not all of which can agree on things. I promise to listen, and pass along all views presented to me as representative of Wehnimer's Landing, with no judgement or biased towards those who present themselves appropriately.

Vote Tennalnen Silverstar for Regional Envoy of Wehnimer's Landing in 5123!

== The Plucky Town - by Leafiara ==

This is a story about a town that's plucky!

Invaders charge in, full of bloodlust,
Assailing us from all around
A rain-soaked battle where heroes rush,
Rallying back to stand our ground

They'll say: "Aren't they fiery, that Wehnimer's town?"
And they'll see...

We're so plucky, full of fight,
How we try, try, try using all our might, knowing
Evil forces disrupt our every plan
But surely we'll pull through in the end

The Landing standing: a mystery
Besieged by threats on every side
But our blades keep whirling and our spells keep swirling
Relentless and we'll always turn the tide

They'll say: "Aren't they crazy, that Wehnimer's town?"
And they'll see...

We're so plucky, full of fight
How we fry, fry, fry foes with pylon light, knowing
We draw our strength from our courage and our friends
And surely we'll pull through in the end

"They're only lucky, that Wehnimer's town!"

Our town's so plucky, must be how we survive
Even Raelee Svala has no other theories why
Yet we still grow and thrive

And they'll see!
We're so plucky, full of fight
Enemies die, die, die when they attack at night, knowing
If we're still breathing, we rise up to defend
For surely we'll triumph in the end

We are so plucky
Riding high, high, high to protect what's right, knowing
Whenever needed, our inner strength will shine
And surely we'll triumph every time

== Leaked Criminal Notes on the Nefarious Knitter - by The Alleged Sapphire Guard ==

[[File:sapphireguard.png|375px|thumb|right|generated by MidJourney]]

'''OOC Disclaimer: No this is not actually written by a member of the Sapphire Guard. This an IC reimagining by the anonymous author of what might be in the point for giggles. It's a bit!'''

While trying our best to find someone, anyone to take the blame for the Princess’s death aside from Arditin’s niece, we have been gathering intelligence for the benefit of the Sun Throne on one known as the ‘Nefarious Knitter’.

We have found the following:

* She is a member of the Black Thorns, a terrorist organization devoted to the spread of vile anti-socialist ideologies such as ‘Democracy’ and ‘Equality’.

* This anti-imperialist agent was not available to kill the Princess as she was fighting a giant earth elemental with an entire town of witnesses. At that time Orelwen was pushing Kasendra off of a staircase or something. But Arditin does not like this lady.

* We can’t find her.

So in instead of pertinent information here is our information on the membership of the Black Thorns:

* The Black Thorns have an estimated 3,000 members trained in forty different martial arts lost from the days of Despana and the strength of a hundred demons.

* Their leader is one, Talliver Dabbins, the warlord of Silver Mule Trace. He wanted for his war crimes during the Griffon Sword War of creating vampires and wyrms. His lair is deep in the Hinterwilds, but he is easy to spot due to his thirteen foot hairy frame.

* His lieutenant is a real player in the Cult of Zelia and a rogue Palestra Blade named Yoshie. This deranged assassin’s trade mark is a squid branded to his hand, and the replacement of his victim’s nails with rails.

* The Talon, a half-elf pirate from Mist Harbor who enraged a column of Aldoran swamp-berserkers to march on the Shining City until a Knights of the Realm convinced diverted them into dying in a swamp. We suspect this is another anatomy based alias of Socius, because screw that guy.

* The red-haired, half-sylvan former leader of the Rooks and Mayor of Wehnimer’s Landing - Casiphia.

* An ottoman that Thadston threw so hard with his magic arms that it became sentient.

* A gnome under the alias, Dr. C

* Gurbah, who requires no further explanation.

We hope you find this information useful as we coverup the deaths of many of your suspects, I mean, subjects including your cousin.

== Faerinn for Envoy==

[[File:Faerinnenvoy1.png|375px|thumb|left|generated by MidJourney]]

[[File:Faerinnenvoy2.png|375px|thumb|right|generated by MidJourney]]

Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed members of the Wehnimer's Landing community, I rise before you today to advocate for Faerinn as the best candidate for councilor. Faerinn's remarkable qualities and unwavering dedication make them the ideal choice to represent our beloved town and ensure its prosperity.

First and foremost, Faerinn possesses a deep understanding of Wehnimer's Landing. Through their active involvement and extensive experience within the community, they have proven themselves to be well-versed in the town's rich history, its challenges, and its aspirations. This familiarity enables Faerinn to make informed decisions and take actions that truly benefit our town.

Furthermore, Faerinn is a natural leader with a genuine passion for community development. They have demonstrated an exceptional ability to bring people together, fostering a sense of unity and collaboration. By actively engaging with residents and soliciting their input, Faerinn ensures that the voices of the people are heard, and their concerns are addressed. Such inclusive leadership is essential for the growth and prosperity of Wehnimer's Landing.

Moreover, Faerinn's commitment to progress is unparalleled. They possess a forward-thinking mindset and are always seeking innovative solutions to enhance our town's infrastructure, economy, and overall quality of life. With Faerinn at the helm, Wehnimer's Landing can embrace advancements while staying true to its unique character, ensuring a thriving and sustainable future.

Lastly, Faerinn's integrity and transparency set them apart as a councilor. They prioritize open communication and accountability, keeping residents informed about important decisions and actively seeking their feedback. This level of transparency builds trust and empowers the community, fostering a stronger bond between the councilor and the people they represent.

In conclusion, Faerinn's deep understanding of Wehnimer's Landing, their inclusive leadership style, their commitment to progress, and their integrity make them the ideal candidate for councilor. By electing Faerinn, we can be confident that our town will be in capable hands, working tirelessly to ensure our collective success. Let us rally behind Faerinn and together create a brighter future for Wehnimer's Landing.

User:DIEHLS

2023-07-03T12:54:12Z

DIEHLS: /* The Tale of (Failed Mayoral Candidate) Old Dom - by by Anon Imus Bystendar */

{{creative-work | title = The Free North News Issue #4| type = Newspaper| author = Various}}

'''OOC Disclaimer: The following is about Empire, revolution, settler colonialism, and it’s many consequences. The opinions stated here are to be taken in character and should not be taken as out of character judgements. It is intended as in chracter rhetoric. Except that we should have a rolton cryptid. Oh and do not insert into any orifices. Or do, I’m just not legally responsible for it.'''

'''IC Disclaimer: The Black Thorns are more of a collective, and less of a organization with heirachy and a roster. Please do not take the perspective of one member to apply to all of us.'''

[[File:Freenorthnews.png|375px|thumb|Right|Created in Midjourney Edited by player of Ceilia & Dendum uploaded by player of Dendum]]

== The Faerinn Well, Notes from the Editor ==
[[File:Peoplesenvoy.jpg|375px|thumb|left|The People's Envoy, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]
'''OOC Disclaimer: The following are the in character views of Faerinn. While things may be embellished or exaggerated to help make a point or to entertain, the facts stated here are as far as Faerinn is aware true.'''
I call to those who call Wehnimer’s Landing home and thank you for once again putting up with another campaign by me.

I came here a refugee time and time again. People say I hate Imperials, but forget that I came here as one. And I went back to Talador time and time again only to be driven out by one half-human progrom after another. I thought Talador was my home, because I was born there. The Landing always took me back no questions asked. It took years after the destruction of Talador to realize that my real home was here all alone.

I don’t hate the people of the Empire. I don’t even hate the Empire itself Not What I hate are the machinations of Imperialism. The systems that oppress everyone in its borders from Sun Throne to South Haven. The mechanisms that produce great heros, but rewards the greatest villains. As Jovery fought Hochstib on our behalf, the Sentinal had no issue with also accepting Hochstib’s claims for for the Sun Throne. A system that can’t but help to subjugate and expand as the top of the pyramid hoard more and more resources.

I’ve lost so much to this machine. Loss that is incalculable and incomprehensible except to Aletoi from Bre’Nere. I watch the reactions from the Reach, and I don’t think I can do it again. I don’t have it in me to lose another home. That is how you can know I am genuine. This is my guarantee to serve you to the very best of my abilities.

Whether it was the intentional or not, once this position came up for a vote to the citizens of the Landing the position changed from someone who reports to the Mayor, Council, and Sentinal. This is a brand new position now that, one that is beholden not only to the voters, but all the residents of the Landing.

'''The People's Envoy.'''

I will be taking your concerns abroad not that of the Elites. I’m not taking just the Consortium’s concerns abroad, nor just the Empire’s, nor just the Mayors, but EVERYONES.

If you deem to have me, I will be your Envoy. To take your concerns and issues not only to Imperial interests, but to renew our languishing relationships to the North and the East.

'''Faerinn Greatsinger, Esq, of Talador and Loenthra'''

'''Rumor Woods, Koaratos, 5123'''

== News for the North! ==
[[File:FNNMalwindeatsrocks1.png|375px|thumb|right|Baron Malwind tries Rock Tending, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

* Dwarven Emissaries Travel Across The Lands- Under the mountain the human empire is discussed but the dwarves decide to remain neutral for now.

* Icemule- A Dwarven Caravan is attacked. The Mayor plans to sends condolences to the mountain.

* Sol Haven- Rumors abound of children eating rocks after misunderstanding certain cultural oddities of Aldora.

* Wehnimer's Landing- Envoy selection takes place the world waits in anticipation to see who will speak for the Landing.

== Everything You're Dreaming ==
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Elidal's the greatest force of good you're ever seeing
We'd surely fall to ruin if not for his intervening
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Because of the parade of threats we've faced for many years
This Elidal is taking steps to now assuage our fears
And so one day he made a vow of some contentious prose
The biggest vow I've heard by now and this is how it goes:

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Hope and safety, wealth and wisdom, deeper inner meaning
He's the apex, he's the leadership that we've been needing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Now, it might seem precocious, like your lives are a disgrace
Or it might seem atrocious, like your heroes die a waste
But all the blood shed by our fallen fighters need not fail
Just ally now with Elidal or it's to no avail

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Not to sound too grand or condescending or demeaning
But have you seen the trouble this frontier is always gleaning?
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

(You could say it nearly backwards:
Dreaming your everything will bring Darkstone of barony...
But that's going a bit too far, don't you think?)

So as you face down yet more wars you didn't need to fight
Reflect on Eli's words and how he'll be our shining light
You'd better ponder carefully since this could change your life
For example: a permanent stability that sees the end of strife

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Lift you out of hopeless doubts and fears since they're deceiving
If you say it oft enough, you'll find yourself believing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

== Ask Lithyia ==

[[File:FNNcultsymbol1.png|375px|thumb|left|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

'''Dear Lithyia'''

Every morning a dwarf smelling of liquor breaks into my shop and smashes all the vases claiming he is looking for “real gems”. I tried locking the doors, and barring the windows but he just passes through them like a ghost. Please advise.

Vaseless in Vornavis

'''Dear Vaseless in Vornavis,'''

Something I have learned over the years is that the fastest way to many dwarve’s hearts is through freshly made brew. I recommend you get your hands on a still and begin leaving “gifts” outside your shop for this dwarf. You should notice you no longer need to lock the doors or bar the windows because you will find them passed out drunk in front of your shop. You can then haul them off yourself or pay some youngin who needs a few silvers to do it for you. If you do not have access to a still, seek me out. I am a brewmaster and would be happy to craft some specialities just for you and this…situation.

Fresh brew is best brew!
Miss Lithy

'''Dear Lithyia,'''

I find myself in a most peculiar predicament—one that has left me pondering the ethics of my choices. You see, I have become entangled in an intriguing, yet probably evil, cult. The allure of their secret rituals and promises of enlightenment initially drew me in, but now I'm plagued with doubts. Should I stay in this malevolent cult, embracing its dark path, or should I break free from its clutches and seek a more morally upright existence? Please help me navigate this moral maze, Lithyia, for I fear I'm teetering on the edge of eternal damnation.

Sincerely,

Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics

'''Dear Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics,'''

Having never been involved in a cult myself or having any experience related to them I must ponder on this a bit. Have they threatened you or someone you love? If so, I would suggest removing yourself from them as soon as possible. I might also recommend some new wrist, arm and ankle sheaths to carry additional…implements. One can never be too careful. As for whether you should seek a more morally upright existence, I don’t think you need to fully sacrifice who you may be as a person just because things didn’t work out the way you hoped with this group.

Regards,
Miss Lithy

== Turamzyrrian Empire's Dark Legacy Unveiled: Evil Cult Hiding in Solhaven Sends Assassins into the Free North ==

[[File:FNNDarklegacyarticle1.png|375px|thumb|right|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Dendum]]

Byline: Dorper Eweherder

A dark cloud of treachery looms over the realm of Elanthia as the infamous Turamzyrrian Empire's troubled past comes to light once again. Known for its historical deeply ingrained racist policies and discriminatory practices, the empire now stands accused of shielding an insidious cult that has unleashed assassins into the once tranquil lands of the Free North. The revelation has sent shockwaves throughout the realm, exposing the Empire's complicity in this heinous plot.

For centuries, the Turamzyrrian Empire has held a notorious reputation for its divisive policies, fostering an environment of inequality and prejudice. Its discriminatory practices, targeting non-human races, have sown discord and resentment among the diverse populations of Elanthia. These issues have been made more troublesome when coupled with its militaristic campaigns of subjegation towards its neighbours.

Now, as the truth unravels, it has come to light that the empire has been sheltering and aiding an evil cult known as the Order of Eternal Light. This secretive and malevolent organization has dispatched assassins into the unsuspecting lands of the Free North, destabilizing the region and trying to strike fear and chaos among its inhabitants.

The Order of Eternal Light, notorious for their questionable membership and history of promoting the Lornon agenda, has found refuge within the empire's borders, shielded by its militaristic policies, authoritarian rule, and willful blindness. Their nefarious activities, supported by the Empire's resources and protection, have targeted key figures and leaders in the Free North, plunging the region into a state of wariness.

A group of courageous adventurers, driven by a relentless pursuit of justice, managed to peel back the layers of secrecy surrounding the Empire's unholy alliance with the Order of Eternal Light. Through their tenacious efforts, evidence linking high-ranking Empire Sympathizer to the cult's activities came to light, exposing the empire's complicity in this sinister plot.

We thank those brave souls who were former and current members of the Order who risked their lives helping expose the corruption.

The revelation has ignited a firestorm of outrage and condemnation throughout the Free North and beyond. Leaders and communities have united in their denouncement of the empire's aggressive stance in the sovereign territory of other people and its collaboration with an evil cult. Calls for justice and swift action reverberate through the halls of free people everywhere, demanding accountability for those responsible.

In response to mounting accusations, the Turamzyrrian Empire's representatives will scramble to distance themselves from the scandal, issuing statements condemning the cult's actions and denying any knowledge of their collaboration. However, the people of the Free North and the realm at large will remain skeptical, seeing these claims as a feeble attempt to salvage the empire's past reputation in light of recent efforts to rebrand itself.

As tensions escalate between the Free North and the Turamzyrrian Empire, Elanthia stands on the brink of an epic confrontation. The Free North, known for its resilience and commitment to justice, rallies its forces in a united front against the empire's tyranny. With swords raised and magic at their disposal, they stand ready to face the combined might of the empire and the Order of Eternal Light, vowing to restore peace and expose the truth.

The fate of Elanthia hangs in the balance as the forces of darkness threaten to engulf the realm. Will the Free North succeed in reclaiming its autonomy and defeating the evil that has been nurtured by the empire's feudal policies? Only time will tell, as the realm braces itself for an epic clash between justice and oppression.

== The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor ==

[[File:FNNRWad1.png|375px|thumb|left|Advertisement, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor

Deep in the heart of Wehnimer's Landing, an organization flourishes, embodying the principles of unity, strength, and honor. They are the Ord An Dragan, a revered clan that has etched its name in the annals of history as stalwart protectors of the realm.

Forged in the fires of chaos, the Ord An Dragan emerged during the Age of Chaos, when a battle raged at Shadow Guard. In an unprecedented display of unity, a diverse alliance formed, consisting of Dwarves, Giantmen, Elven Houses, Humans, Sylvans, Halflings, and many others. This union, a testament to the power of collaboration, turned the tide of war, forever changing the course of the realm's destiny.

Witnessing the transformative impact of this alliance, the members of the Ord An Dragan clan embraced their role as custodians of unity. They understood that strength lay not in isolation, but in the harmonious integration of different races and creeds. Their numbers and influence grew, establishing them as the last line of defense for the survival of Elanthia.

Through the ages, the Ord An Dragan clan quietly and steadfastly fulfilled their sacred duty. They became the watchful eyes, the meticulous record keepers, and the nurturing force behind the values they held dear. From the discovery of the Gnomes to the arrivals of the Erithians and Aelotoi, the Ord An Dragan clan stood witness to these pivotal events, safeguarding the fragile balance of the realm.

When the Aelotoi were attacked by the Kiramon, it was the Ord An Dragan clan who joined forces with the Ta’Illistim guards to defend them. This marked the first official record of their presence in the environs of Ta’Illistim. However, it was in Wehnimer's Landing that they found their true home—a haven for diversity due to its status as a port city and its proximity to various lands.

Embodying the creed established by the Drakes, the Ord An Dragan clan became arbiters of justice and cultivators of honor. Within their ranks, individuals found a sanctuary where their potentials were nurtured and protected. The unity of their powers, akin to the might of a dragon, fortified their resolve to safeguard the realm.

In the face of waning dragon numbers, the Ord An Dragan took up the mantle of guardianship. They pledged to honor the strength in unity, working tirelessly to ensure the coexistence of all races and the triumph of righteousness. Monthly meetings, though sometimes dismissed as "borin'" by a few immature members, serve as a testament to the clan's commitment to fostering unity, sharing wisdom, and upholding their cherished values.

Today, the Ord An Dragan stands as a shining beacon in Wehnimer's Landing, a symbol of unity and honor. They have dedicated themselves to the well-being of the realm, protecting it from the encroachment of darkness. In their footsteps, new generations are guided and inspired to carry forward the legacy of the Ord An Dragan, preserving the realm's harmony and safeguarding its future.

May their noble endeavors continue to inspire all who seek a world built upon unity, strength, and honor.

== Help Wanted/Classifieds ==

== "Sheep's Wool: A Flock Too Far in Courtly Fashion" ==

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He sat by the fireside, the stoutest table in Helga’s tavern supporting his massive frame, holding court over the assorted rabble, Shanty Town friends and nemeses looking on with admiration, disdain, or a dash of both. Dominucci the Elder, Old Dom to most and Hairy Dom to those wanting a punch in the face, surveyed the crowded bar before him.

Tonight was Dom’s night, his candidacy for mayor was to begin here amongst his people. He threw back his beer, slammed the empty mug on the table, and pounded the table with his massive paw of a hand to gain the room’s attention.

“Aye, bet yas wonder why it is I be here tonight?”

From deep across the bar came the first retort. ``Old Dom, ya arse, you be here with your soused self every damn night. What you harp’n on abouts this eve?”

Dom nodded to the voice in the crowd. “Tonight be special. Tonight I bark on a new journey.”

Another voice cut him off. “Yas some kinda weredog nows?”

“No, it’s what ‘em fancy folks say when they be start’n things. They be bark’n on journeys and adventures and all that.”

“Dommy boy, why ‘tem richie riches bark’n so much at ‘tings ‘tere?”

It dawned on Old Dom that if he didn’t take the room back here and now that he might lose control of his messaging. Perhaps he shouldn’t have started his campaign at 3am in a bar.

“Shut yas traps, ya arseholes, I be run’n for mayor.

A young boy closer to his table spit out his beer laughing. “Old Dom, you ain’t run’n anywhere. You is a bit portly for all that, eh?”

Dom sighed the first of what would be many. “Nah, that’s what thems folks says when yas try to be mayor. Yas gotta run for mayor and get them votes from the likes of yas.”

The boy’s friend chimed in “So it be like a race? Yas mayor peoples gotta run around the town? I gots my money on that Amos one, he’ll rig it.”

“It ain’t a race!” He slammed his fist down on the table and the crowd quieted some. “I’m here tonight to get me campaign go’n and tells yas about me platform.”

Stinky Tom’s brother, sensing Dom’s souring mood, ventured to raise a hand. Dom nodded for him to proceed with his question, finally content at some order in the room.

“If yas need a platform, mayhaps yas can use the stage the next room over.”

Old Dom lowered his head to the table for a moment, but gathered himself and pressed on. “I wanna be the next mayor ‘round these parts. So I wanna tell yas all what I’m think’n we should be do’n.”

A half-elf over by the bar laughed. “I heard yas gots a garbage service now, gonna clean up the town, yeah?”

Dom nodded. “Aye, some fancy lady was complaining ‘bout all them trash from them politics peoples, figured I could make a coin or two help’n the town…” A voice cut him short from somewhere he couldn’t see.

“Ain’t you part of the group write’n all them things anyways? You make’n all that trash in the first place! Smart business make’n all that garbage and then pick’n it up for coins! This be like when you trained all them raccoons!”

His political team, a squat man named Jarv that was either a short human or tall dwarf, handed him a fresh frothy mug, while he shook his head at the last assertion. “Allegedly…”

Dom took another deep pull from his mug.

“Well is you a Black Thorn or not?”

Another voice cut off his response. “Nah, I heard him a Rook, that one, one of em’s key members. He was there on that bust-up night, but them just thought he was a furry cloak on a tall coat hanger.” The entire room burst out laughing.

Dom took another drink.

A Sylvan lady, sitting full-up on the bar itself, chimed in over the roar. “Ain’t what I heard, I heard old Dom here be Aldoran. Joined his brethren in marching his arse to the gates of them half-heights in dwarf town demanding to punch elves as Imperial retri’buting.”

Dom took another drink.

“I heard Dom loves Amos so much he was try’n out to be one of them Lightning Ladybugs of his.”

Dom ordered another.

“Oi, I heard he consorts with Manrolt by the pale moonlight!”

Dom downed two mugs in rapid succession.

“I ‘eard he IS Manrolt!”

Dome chugged two more and motioned for replenishment.

“I seen him on that Bodack’s ship, he was part of dat rogue Imperial crew dat killed all our brothers in the boats and docks.” The room started to boo him in unison.

Dom signalled for some stronger swill.

“Nah, I ‘eard he captured that Bodie man, took his ship. Uses it to trade wit ‘em Four Wind Lands people.”

Dom threw back a shot of rotgut whiskey.

“Dom a Reiver, yas can see it in his shifty eyes!”

Dom tossed back as many shots as he could find near his person.

“Nah, I heard he be a failed squire for one o’dem knightly orders!”

With the last bit of energy he had left, he looked at the crowd. “Aye, if I have yas vote, I can be whatevers yas need of me. Yas want me to be a friend of the Empire on Volnes, I’ll cozy right on up to that Ely Doll and tell’im what a great Empire he gots. On Tilamaires I gots my bird mask for them sneaky business, Leyan for some Thorns pamphlets tell’n Ely Doll to shove it, but on Niiman I be pick’n em same flyers up for them people in them towers outside town complain’n about al them trashes. On the Day of the Huntress, I can dress up as Manrolt, with Feastday for dinning with the Lich King, and Restday I be help’n Amos cook the books in my Lightning Ladybug costume.” He looked at them all, completely exasperated.

For the first time all evening, the bar was silent.

“Oi, Dommy Boy, when in ‘teh Gods yas gonna find time in all ‘tat ‘tere to help us Land’n folk?”

That was the last thing Old Dom heard as his head hit the table. He awoke the next day slumped over about a fallen man’s distance from where he had started his political dreams, It was about 4 o’clock that next evening. The cutoff for registering as a mayoral candidate had passed at noon. He raised his hand to order a fresh one, and Helga sighed, adding it to his massive tab.

== Tennalnen Campaign Announcement ==
People of Wehnimer's Landing!

I, Tennalnen Silverstar, announce my campign for Regional Envoy of Wehnimer's Landing. Most of you do not know me, nor do I know you, and this is a good thing. As Regional Envoy it will be my job to listen and hear what all peoples have to say, and bring their word back to the government of Landing for discussion. I make only one promise, I promise to listen to the people and bring their words to the leadership. I cannot promise change, I cannot promise action, but I will do my best to ensure the voice of ALL people is taken into account.

My platform is simple:
A fresh face, a fresh perspective, an open mind.

A fresh face: I am new, unknown to many, untried compared to my fellow applicants. I have not seen the dead rise during the reign of the Lich King. I did not stand beside or against Grishom Stone. I did not pick a side during the recent territorial disputes in Town. I have no history with the North, the East, or any of our other neighbors except Bourth where I was raised.

A fresh perspective: I have not lived here for long, and in my time in Wehnimer's Landing I have heard many views. I have listened to those varied voices and I have considered them. While I cannot claim to know which view is correct, I can provide an ear to listen, and a voice to speak their words to the leaders of Landing.

An open mind: My beliefs are my own, as are yours. This region is populated by a variety of races, cultures, and religious beliefs, not all of which can agree on things. I promise to listen, and pass along all views presented to me as representative of Wehnimer's Landing, with no judgement or biased towards those who present themselves appropriately.

Vote Tennalnen Silverstar for Regional Envoy of Wehnimer's Landing in 5123!

== The Plucky Town - by Leafiara ==

This is a story about a town that's plucky!

Invaders charge in, full of bloodlust,
Assailing us from all around
A rain-soaked battle where heroes rush,
Rallying back to stand our ground

They'll say: "Aren't they fiery, that Wehnimer's town?"
And they'll see...

We're so plucky, full of fight,
How we try, try, try using all our might, knowing
Evil forces disrupt our every plan
But surely we'll pull through in the end

The Landing standing: a mystery
Besieged by threats on every side
But our blades keep whirling and our spells keep swirling
Relentless and we'll always turn the tide

They'll say: "Aren't they crazy, that Wehnimer's town?"
And they'll see...

We're so plucky, full of fight
How we fry, fry, fry foes with pylon light, knowing
We draw our strength from our courage and our friends
And surely we'll pull through in the end

"They're only lucky, that Wehnimer's town!"

Our town's so plucky, must be how we survive
Even Raelee Svala has no other theories why
Yet we still grow and thrive

And they'll see!
We're so plucky, full of fight
Enemies die, die, die when they attack at night, knowing
If we're still breathing, we rise up to defend
For surely we'll triumph in the end

We are so plucky
Riding high, high, high to protect what's right, knowing
Whenever needed, our inner strength will shine
And surely we'll triumph every time

== Leaked Criminal Notes on the Nefarious Knitter - by The Alleged Sapphire Guard ==

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'''OOC Disclaimer: No this is not actually written by a member of the Sapphire Guard. This an IC reimagining by the anonymous author of what might be in the point for giggles. It's a bit!'''

While trying our best to find someone, anyone to take the blame for the Princess’s death aside from Arditin’s niece, we have been gathering intelligence for the benefit of the Sun Throne on one known as the ‘Nefarious Knitter’.

We have found the following:

* She is a member of the Black Thorns, a terrorist organization devoted to the spread of vile anti-socialist ideologies such as ‘Democracy’ and ‘Equality’.

* This anti-imperialist agent was not available to kill the Princess as she was fighting a giant earth elemental with an entire town of witnesses. At that time Orelwen was pushing Kasendra off of a staircase or something. But Arditin does not like this lady.

* We can’t find her.

So in instead of pertinent information here is our information on the membership of the Black Thorns:

* The Black Thorns have an estimated 3,000 members trained in forty different martial arts lost from the days of Despana and the strength of a hundred demons.

* Their leader is one, Talliver Dabbins, the warlord of Silver Mule Trace. He wanted for his war crimes during the Griffon Sword War of creating vampires and wyrms. His lair is deep in the Hinterwilds, but he is easy to spot due to his thirteen foot hairy frame.

* His lieutenant is a real player in the Cult of Zelia and a rogue Palestra Blade named Yoshie. This deranged assassin’s trade mark is a squid branded to his hand, and the replacement of his victim’s nails with rails.

* The Talon, a half-elf pirate from Mist Harbor who enraged a column of Aldoran swamp-berserkers to march on the Shining City until a Knights of the Realm convinced diverted them into dying in a swamp. We suspect this is another anatomy based alias of Socius, because screw that guy.

* The red-haired, half-sylvan former leader of the Rooks and Mayor of Wehnimer’s Landing - Casiphia.

* An ottoman that Thadston threw so hard with his magic arms that it became sentient.

* A gnome under the alias, Dr. C

* Gurbah, who requires no further explanation.

We hope you find this information useful as we coverup the deaths of many of your suspects, I mean, subjects including your cousin.

== Faerinn for Envoy==

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Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed members of the Wehnimer's Landing community, I rise before you today to advocate for Faerinn as the best candidate for councilor. Faerinn's remarkable qualities and unwavering dedication make them the ideal choice to represent our beloved town and ensure its prosperity.

First and foremost, Faerinn possesses a deep understanding of Wehnimer's Landing. Through their active involvement and extensive experience within the community, they have proven themselves to be well-versed in the town's rich history, its challenges, and its aspirations. This familiarity enables Faerinn to make informed decisions and take actions that truly benefit our town.

Furthermore, Faerinn is a natural leader with a genuine passion for community development. They have demonstrated an exceptional ability to bring people together, fostering a sense of unity and collaboration. By actively engaging with residents and soliciting their input, Faerinn ensures that the voices of the people are heard, and their concerns are addressed. Such inclusive leadership is essential for the growth and prosperity of Wehnimer's Landing.

Moreover, Faerinn's commitment to progress is unparalleled. They possess a forward-thinking mindset and are always seeking innovative solutions to enhance our town's infrastructure, economy, and overall quality of life. With Faerinn at the helm, Wehnimer's Landing can embrace advancements while staying true to its unique character, ensuring a thriving and sustainable future.

Lastly, Faerinn's integrity and transparency set them apart as a councilor. They prioritize open communication and accountability, keeping residents informed about important decisions and actively seeking their feedback. This level of transparency builds trust and empowers the community, fostering a stronger bond between the councilor and the people they represent.

In conclusion, Faerinn's deep understanding of Wehnimer's Landing, their inclusive leadership style, their commitment to progress, and their integrity make them the ideal candidate for councilor. By electing Faerinn, we can be confident that our town will be in capable hands, working tirelessly to ensure our collective success. Let us rally behind Faerinn and together create a brighter future for Wehnimer's Landing.

User:DIEHLS

2023-07-03T12:44:57Z

DIEHLS: /* Help Wanted/Classifieds */

{{creative-work | title = The Free North News Issue #4| type = Newspaper| author = Various}}

'''OOC Disclaimer: The following is about Empire, revolution, settler colonialism, and it’s many consequences. The opinions stated here are to be taken in character and should not be taken as out of character judgements. It is intended as in chracter rhetoric. Except that we should have a rolton cryptid. Oh and do not insert into any orifices. Or do, I’m just not legally responsible for it.'''

'''IC Disclaimer: The Black Thorns are more of a collective, and less of a organization with heirachy and a roster. Please do not take the perspective of one member to apply to all of us.'''

[[File:Freenorthnews.png|375px|thumb|Right|Created in Midjourney Edited by player of Ceilia & Dendum uploaded by player of Dendum]]

== The Faerinn Well, Notes from the Editor ==
[[File:Peoplesenvoy.jpg|375px|thumb|left|The People's Envoy, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]
'''OOC Disclaimer: The following are the in character views of Faerinn. While things may be embellished or exaggerated to help make a point or to entertain, the facts stated here are as far as Faerinn is aware true.'''
I call to those who call Wehnimer’s Landing home and thank you for once again putting up with another campaign by me.

I came here a refugee time and time again. People say I hate Imperials, but forget that I came here as one. And I went back to Talador time and time again only to be driven out by one half-human progrom after another. I thought Talador was my home, because I was born there. The Landing always took me back no questions asked. It took years after the destruction of Talador to realize that my real home was here all alone.

I don’t hate the people of the Empire. I don’t even hate the Empire itself Not What I hate are the machinations of Imperialism. The systems that oppress everyone in its borders from Sun Throne to South Haven. The mechanisms that produce great heros, but rewards the greatest villains. As Jovery fought Hochstib on our behalf, the Sentinal had no issue with also accepting Hochstib’s claims for for the Sun Throne. A system that can’t but help to subjugate and expand as the top of the pyramid hoard more and more resources.

I’ve lost so much to this machine. Loss that is incalculable and incomprehensible except to Aletoi from Bre’Nere. I watch the reactions from the Reach, and I don’t think I can do it again. I don’t have it in me to lose another home. That is how you can know I am genuine. This is my guarantee to serve you to the very best of my abilities.

Whether it was the intentional or not, once this position came up for a vote to the citizens of the Landing the position changed from someone who reports to the Mayor, Council, and Sentinal. This is a brand new position now that, one that is beholden not only to the voters, but all the residents of the Landing.

'''The People's Envoy.'''

I will be taking your concerns abroad not that of the Elites. I’m not taking just the Consortium’s concerns abroad, nor just the Empire’s, nor just the Mayors, but EVERYONES.

If you deem to have me, I will be your Envoy. To take your concerns and issues not only to Imperial interests, but to renew our languishing relationships to the North and the East.

'''Faerinn Greatsinger, Esq, of Talador and Loenthra'''

'''Rumor Woods, Koaratos, 5123'''

== News for the North! ==
[[File:FNNMalwindeatsrocks1.png|375px|thumb|right|Baron Malwind tries Rock Tending, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

* Dwarven Emissaries Travel Across The Lands- Under the mountain the human empire is discussed but the dwarves decide to remain neutral for now.

* Icemule- A Dwarven Caravan is attacked. The Mayor plans to sends condolences to the mountain.

* Sol Haven- Rumors abound of children eating rocks after misunderstanding certain cultural oddities of Aldora.

* Wehnimer's Landing- Envoy selection takes place the world waits in anticipation to see who will speak for the Landing.

== Everything You're Dreaming ==
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Elidal's the greatest force of good you're ever seeing
We'd surely fall to ruin if not for his intervening
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Because of the parade of threats we've faced for many years
This Elidal is taking steps to now assuage our fears
And so one day he made a vow of some contentious prose
The biggest vow I've heard by now and this is how it goes:

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Hope and safety, wealth and wisdom, deeper inner meaning
He's the apex, he's the leadership that we've been needing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Now, it might seem precocious, like your lives are a disgrace
Or it might seem atrocious, like your heroes die a waste
But all the blood shed by our fallen fighters need not fail
Just ally now with Elidal or it's to no avail

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Not to sound too grand or condescending or demeaning
But have you seen the trouble this frontier is always gleaning?
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

(You could say it nearly backwards:
Dreaming your everything will bring Darkstone of barony...
But that's going a bit too far, don't you think?)

So as you face down yet more wars you didn't need to fight
Reflect on Eli's words and how he'll be our shining light
You'd better ponder carefully since this could change your life
For example: a permanent stability that sees the end of strife

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Lift you out of hopeless doubts and fears since they're deceiving
If you say it oft enough, you'll find yourself believing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

== Ask Lithyia ==

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'''Dear Lithyia'''

Every morning a dwarf smelling of liquor breaks into my shop and smashes all the vases claiming he is looking for “real gems”. I tried locking the doors, and barring the windows but he just passes through them like a ghost. Please advise.

Vaseless in Vornavis

'''Dear Vaseless in Vornavis,'''

Something I have learned over the years is that the fastest way to many dwarve’s hearts is through freshly made brew. I recommend you get your hands on a still and begin leaving “gifts” outside your shop for this dwarf. You should notice you no longer need to lock the doors or bar the windows because you will find them passed out drunk in front of your shop. You can then haul them off yourself or pay some youngin who needs a few silvers to do it for you. If you do not have access to a still, seek me out. I am a brewmaster and would be happy to craft some specialities just for you and this…situation.

Fresh brew is best brew!
Miss Lithy

'''Dear Lithyia,'''

I find myself in a most peculiar predicament—one that has left me pondering the ethics of my choices. You see, I have become entangled in an intriguing, yet probably evil, cult. The allure of their secret rituals and promises of enlightenment initially drew me in, but now I'm plagued with doubts. Should I stay in this malevolent cult, embracing its dark path, or should I break free from its clutches and seek a more morally upright existence? Please help me navigate this moral maze, Lithyia, for I fear I'm teetering on the edge of eternal damnation.

Sincerely,

Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics

'''Dear Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics,'''

Having never been involved in a cult myself or having any experience related to them I must ponder on this a bit. Have they threatened you or someone you love? If so, I would suggest removing yourself from them as soon as possible. I might also recommend some new wrist, arm and ankle sheaths to carry additional…implements. One can never be too careful. As for whether you should seek a more morally upright existence, I don’t think you need to fully sacrifice who you may be as a person just because things didn’t work out the way you hoped with this group.

Regards,
Miss Lithy

== Turamzyrrian Empire's Dark Legacy Unveiled: Evil Cult Hiding in Solhaven Sends Assassins into the Free North ==

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Byline: Dorper Eweherder

A dark cloud of treachery looms over the realm of Elanthia as the infamous Turamzyrrian Empire's troubled past comes to light once again. Known for its historical deeply ingrained racist policies and discriminatory practices, the empire now stands accused of shielding an insidious cult that has unleashed assassins into the once tranquil lands of the Free North. The revelation has sent shockwaves throughout the realm, exposing the Empire's complicity in this heinous plot.

For centuries, the Turamzyrrian Empire has held a notorious reputation for its divisive policies, fostering an environment of inequality and prejudice. Its discriminatory practices, targeting non-human races, have sown discord and resentment among the diverse populations of Elanthia. These issues have been made more troublesome when coupled with its militaristic campaigns of subjegation towards its neighbours.

Now, as the truth unravels, it has come to light that the empire has been sheltering and aiding an evil cult known as the Order of Eternal Light. This secretive and malevolent organization has dispatched assassins into the unsuspecting lands of the Free North, destabilizing the region and trying to strike fear and chaos among its inhabitants.

The Order of Eternal Light, notorious for their questionable membership and history of promoting the Lornon agenda, has found refuge within the empire's borders, shielded by its militaristic policies, authoritarian rule, and willful blindness. Their nefarious activities, supported by the Empire's resources and protection, have targeted key figures and leaders in the Free North, plunging the region into a state of wariness.

A group of courageous adventurers, driven by a relentless pursuit of justice, managed to peel back the layers of secrecy surrounding the Empire's unholy alliance with the Order of Eternal Light. Through their tenacious efforts, evidence linking high-ranking Empire Sympathizer to the cult's activities came to light, exposing the empire's complicity in this sinister plot.

We thank those brave souls who were former and current members of the Order who risked their lives helping expose the corruption.

The revelation has ignited a firestorm of outrage and condemnation throughout the Free North and beyond. Leaders and communities have united in their denouncement of the empire's aggressive stance in the sovereign territory of other people and its collaboration with an evil cult. Calls for justice and swift action reverberate through the halls of free people everywhere, demanding accountability for those responsible.

In response to mounting accusations, the Turamzyrrian Empire's representatives will scramble to distance themselves from the scandal, issuing statements condemning the cult's actions and denying any knowledge of their collaboration. However, the people of the Free North and the realm at large will remain skeptical, seeing these claims as a feeble attempt to salvage the empire's past reputation in light of recent efforts to rebrand itself.

As tensions escalate between the Free North and the Turamzyrrian Empire, Elanthia stands on the brink of an epic confrontation. The Free North, known for its resilience and commitment to justice, rallies its forces in a united front against the empire's tyranny. With swords raised and magic at their disposal, they stand ready to face the combined might of the empire and the Order of Eternal Light, vowing to restore peace and expose the truth.

The fate of Elanthia hangs in the balance as the forces of darkness threaten to engulf the realm. Will the Free North succeed in reclaiming its autonomy and defeating the evil that has been nurtured by the empire's feudal policies? Only time will tell, as the realm braces itself for an epic clash between justice and oppression.

== The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor ==

[[File:FNNRWad1.png|375px|thumb|left|Advertisement, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor

Deep in the heart of Wehnimer's Landing, an organization flourishes, embodying the principles of unity, strength, and honor. They are the Ord An Dragan, a revered clan that has etched its name in the annals of history as stalwart protectors of the realm.

Forged in the fires of chaos, the Ord An Dragan emerged during the Age of Chaos, when a battle raged at Shadow Guard. In an unprecedented display of unity, a diverse alliance formed, consisting of Dwarves, Giantmen, Elven Houses, Humans, Sylvans, Halflings, and many others. This union, a testament to the power of collaboration, turned the tide of war, forever changing the course of the realm's destiny.

Witnessing the transformative impact of this alliance, the members of the Ord An Dragan clan embraced their role as custodians of unity. They understood that strength lay not in isolation, but in the harmonious integration of different races and creeds. Their numbers and influence grew, establishing them as the last line of defense for the survival of Elanthia.

Through the ages, the Ord An Dragan clan quietly and steadfastly fulfilled their sacred duty. They became the watchful eyes, the meticulous record keepers, and the nurturing force behind the values they held dear. From the discovery of the Gnomes to the arrivals of the Erithians and Aelotoi, the Ord An Dragan clan stood witness to these pivotal events, safeguarding the fragile balance of the realm.

When the Aelotoi were attacked by the Kiramon, it was the Ord An Dragan clan who joined forces with the Ta’Illistim guards to defend them. This marked the first official record of their presence in the environs of Ta’Illistim. However, it was in Wehnimer's Landing that they found their true home—a haven for diversity due to its status as a port city and its proximity to various lands.

Embodying the creed established by the Drakes, the Ord An Dragan clan became arbiters of justice and cultivators of honor. Within their ranks, individuals found a sanctuary where their potentials were nurtured and protected. The unity of their powers, akin to the might of a dragon, fortified their resolve to safeguard the realm.

In the face of waning dragon numbers, the Ord An Dragan took up the mantle of guardianship. They pledged to honor the strength in unity, working tirelessly to ensure the coexistence of all races and the triumph of righteousness. Monthly meetings, though sometimes dismissed as "borin'" by a few immature members, serve as a testament to the clan's commitment to fostering unity, sharing wisdom, and upholding their cherished values.

Today, the Ord An Dragan stands as a shining beacon in Wehnimer's Landing, a symbol of unity and honor. They have dedicated themselves to the well-being of the realm, protecting it from the encroachment of darkness. In their footsteps, new generations are guided and inspired to carry forward the legacy of the Ord An Dragan, preserving the realm's harmony and safeguarding its future.

May their noble endeavors continue to inspire all who seek a world built upon unity, strength, and honor.

== Help Wanted/Classifieds ==

== The Tale of (Failed Mayoral Candidate) Old Dom - by by Anon Imus Bystendar ==

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He sat by the fireside, the stoutest table in Helga’s tavern supporting his massive frame, holding court over the assorted rabble, Shanty Town friends and nemeses looking on with admiration, disdain, or a dash of both. Dominucci the Elder, Old Dom to most and Hairy Dom to those wanting a punch in the face, surveyed the crowded bar before him.

Tonight was Dom’s night, his candidacy for mayor was to begin here amongst his people. He threw back his beer, slammed the empty mug on the table, and pounded the table with his massive paw of a hand to gain the room’s attention.

“Aye, bet yas wonder why it is I be here tonight?”

From deep across the bar came the first retort. ``Old Dom, ya arse, you be here with your soused self every damn night. What you harp’n on abouts this eve?”

Dom nodded to the voice in the crowd. “Tonight be special. Tonight I bark on a new journey.”

Another voice cut him off. “Yas some kinda weredog nows?”

“No, it’s what ‘em fancy folks say when they be start’n things. They be bark’n on journeys and adventures and all that.”

“Dommy boy, why ‘tem richie riches bark’n so much at ‘tings ‘tere?”

It dawned on Old Dom that if he didn’t take the room back here and now that he might lose control of his messaging. Perhaps he shouldn’t have started his campaign at 3am in a bar.

“Shut yas traps, ya arseholes, I be run’n for mayor.

A young boy closer to his table spit out his beer laughing. “Old Dom, you ain’t run’n anywhere. You is a bit portly for all that, eh?”

Dom sighed the first of what would be many. “Nah, that’s what thems folks says when yas try to be mayor. Yas gotta run for mayor and get them votes from the likes of yas.”

The boy’s friend chimed in “So it be like a race? Yas mayor peoples gotta run around the town? I gots my money on that Amos one, he’ll rig it.”

“It ain’t a race!” He slammed his fist down on the table and the crowd quieted some. “I’m here tonight to get me campaign go’n and tells yas about me platform.”

Stinky Tom’s brother, sensing Dom’s souring mood, ventured to raise a hand. Dom nodded for him to proceed with his question, finally content at some order in the room.

“If yas need a platform, mayhaps yas can use the stage the next room over.”

Old Dom lowered his head to the table for a moment, but gathered himself and pressed on. “I wanna be the next mayor ‘round these parts. So I wanna tell yas all what I’m think’n we should be do’n.”

A half-elf over by the bar laughed. “I heard yas gots a garbage service now, gonna clean up the town, yeah?”

Dom nodded. “Aye, some fancy lady was complaining ‘bout all them trash from them politics peoples, figured I could make a coin or two help’n the town…” A voice cut him short from somewhere he couldn’t see.

“Ain’t you part of the group write’n all them things anyways? You make’n all that trash in the first place! Smart business make’n all that garbage and then pick’n it up for coins! This be like when you trained all them raccoons!”

His political team, a squat man named Jarv that was either a short human or tall dwarf, handed him a fresh frothy mug, while he shook his head at the last assertion. “Allegedly…”

Dom took another deep pull from his mug.

“Well is you a Black Thorn or not?”

Another voice cut off his response. “Nah, I heard him a Rook, that one, one of em’s key members. He was there on that bust-up night, but them just thought he was a furry cloak on a tall coat hanger.” The entire room burst out laughing.

Dom took another drink.

A Sylvan lady, sitting full-up on the bar itself, chimed in over the roar. “Ain’t what I heard, I heard old Dom here be Aldoran. Joined his brethren in marching his arse to the gates of them half-heights in dwarf town demanding to punch elves as Imperial retri’buting.”

Dom took another drink.

“I heard Dom loves Amos so much he was try’n out to be one of them Lightning Ladybugs of his.”

Dom ordered another.

“Oi, I heard he consorts with Manrolt by the pale moonlight!”

Dom downed two mugs in rapid succession.

“I ‘eard he IS Manrolt!”

Dome chugged two more and motioned for replenishment.

“I seen him on that Bodack’s ship, he was part of dat rogue Imperial crew dat killed all our brothers in the boats and docks.” The room started to boo him in unison.

Dom signalled for some stronger swill.

“Nah, I ‘eard he captured that Bodie man, took his ship. Uses it to trade wit ‘em Four Wind Lands people.”

Dom threw back a shot of rotgut whiskey.

“Dom a Reiver, yas can see it in his shifty eyes!”

Dom tossed back as many shots as he could find near his person.

“Nah, I heard he be a failed squire for one o’dem knightly orders!”

With the last bit of energy he had left, he looked at the crowd. “Aye, if I have yas vote, I can be whatevers yas need of me. Yas want me to be a friend of the Empire on Volnes, I’ll cozy right on up to that Ely Doll and tell’im what a great Empire he gots. On Tilamaires I gots my bird mask for them sneaky business, Leyan for some Thorns pamphlets tell’n Ely Doll to shove it, but on Niiman I be pick’n em same flyers up for them people in them towers outside town complain’n about al them trashes. On the Day of the Huntress, I can dress up as Manrolt, with Feastday for dinning with the Lich King, and Restday I be help’n Amos cook the books in my Lightning Ladybug costume.” He looked at them all, completely exasperated.

For the first time all evening, the bar was silent.

“Oi, Dommy Boy, when in ‘teh Gods yas gonna find time in all ‘tat ‘tere to help us Land’n folk?”

That was the last thing Old Dom heard as his head hit the table. He awoke the next day slumped over about a fallen man’s distance from where he had started his political dreams, It was about 4 o’clock that next evening. The cutoff for registering as a mayoral candidate had passed at noon. He raised his hand to order a fresh one, and Helga sighed, adding it to his massive tab.

== Tennalnen Campaign Announcement ==
People of Wehnimer's Landing!

I, Tennalnen Silverstar, announce my campign for Regional Envoy of Wehnimer's Landing. Most of you do not know me, nor do I know you, and this is a good thing. As Regional Envoy it will be my job to listen and hear what all peoples have to say, and bring their word back to the government of Landing for discussion. I make only one promise, I promise to listen to the people and bring their words to the leadership. I cannot promise change, I cannot promise action, but I will do my best to ensure the voice of ALL people is taken into account.

My platform is simple:
A fresh face, a fresh perspective, an open mind.

A fresh face: I am new, unknown to many, untried compared to my fellow applicants. I have not seen the dead rise during the reign of the Lich King. I did not stand beside or against Grishom Stone. I did not pick a side during the recent territorial disputes in Town. I have no history with the North, the East, or any of our other neighbors except Bourth where I was raised.

A fresh perspective: I have not lived here for long, and in my time in Wehnimer's Landing I have heard many views. I have listened to those varied voices and I have considered them. While I cannot claim to know which view is correct, I can provide an ear to listen, and a voice to speak their words to the leaders of Landing.

An open mind: My beliefs are my own, as are yours. This region is populated by a variety of races, cultures, and religious beliefs, not all of which can agree on things. I promise to listen, and pass along all views presented to me as representative of Wehnimer's Landing, with no judgement or biased towards those who present themselves appropriately.

Vote Tennalnen Silverstar for Regional Envoy of Wehnimer's Landing in 5123!

== The Plucky Town - by Leafiara ==

This is a story about a town that's plucky!

Invaders charge in, full of bloodlust,
Assailing us from all around
A rain-soaked battle where heroes rush,
Rallying back to stand our ground

They'll say: "Aren't they fiery, that Wehnimer's town?"
And they'll see...

We're so plucky, full of fight,
How we try, try, try using all our might, knowing
Evil forces disrupt our every plan
But surely we'll pull through in the end

The Landing standing: a mystery
Besieged by threats on every side
But our blades keep whirling and our spells keep swirling
Relentless and we'll always turn the tide

They'll say: "Aren't they crazy, that Wehnimer's town?"
And they'll see...

We're so plucky, full of fight
How we fry, fry, fry foes with pylon light, knowing
We draw our strength from our courage and our friends
And surely we'll pull through in the end

"They're only lucky, that Wehnimer's town!"

Our town's so plucky, must be how we survive
Even Raelee Svala has no other theories why
Yet we still grow and thrive

And they'll see!
We're so plucky, full of fight
Enemies die, die, die when they attack at night, knowing
If we're still breathing, we rise up to defend
For surely we'll triumph in the end

We are so plucky
Riding high, high, high to protect what's right, knowing
Whenever needed, our inner strength will shine
And surely we'll triumph every time

== Leaked Criminal Notes on the Nefarious Knitter - by The Alleged Sapphire Guard ==

[[File:sapphireguard.png|375px|thumb|right|generated by MidJourney]]

'''OOC Disclaimer: No this is not actually written by a member of the Sapphire Guard. This an IC reimagining by the anonymous author of what might be in the point for giggles. It's a bit!'''

While trying our best to find someone, anyone to take the blame for the Princess’s death aside from Arditin’s niece, we have been gathering intelligence for the benefit of the Sun Throne on one known as the ‘Nefarious Knitter’.

We have found the following:

* She is a member of the Black Thorns, a terrorist organization devoted to the spread of vile anti-socialist ideologies such as ‘Democracy’ and ‘Equality’.

* This anti-imperialist agent was not available to kill the Princess as she was fighting a giant earth elemental with an entire town of witnesses. At that time Orelwen was pushing Kasendra off of a staircase or something. But Arditin does not like this lady.

* We can’t find her.

So in instead of pertinent information here is our information on the membership of the Black Thorns:

* The Black Thorns have an estimated 3,000 members trained in forty different martial arts lost from the days of Despana and the strength of a hundred demons.

* Their leader is one, Talliver Dabbins, the warlord of Silver Mule Trace. He wanted for his war crimes during the Griffon Sword War of creating vampires and wyrms. His lair is deep in the Hinterwilds, but he is easy to spot due to his thirteen foot hairy frame.

* His lieutenant is a real player in the Cult of Zelia and a rogue Palestra Blade named Yoshie. This deranged assassin’s trade mark is a squid branded to his hand, and the replacement of his victim’s nails with rails.

* The Talon, a half-elf pirate from Mist Harbor who enraged a column of Aldoran swamp-berserkers to march on the Shining City until a Knights of the Realm convinced diverted them into dying in a swamp. We suspect this is another anatomy based alias of Socius, because screw that guy.

* The red-haired, half-sylvan former leader of the Rooks and Mayor of Wehnimer’s Landing - Casiphia.

* An ottoman that Thadston threw so hard with his magic arms that it became sentient.

* A gnome under the alias, Dr. C

* Gurbah, who requires no further explanation.

We hope you find this information useful as we coverup the deaths of many of your suspects, I mean, subjects including your cousin.

== Faerinn for Envoy==

[[File:Faerinnenvoy1.png|375px|thumb|left|generated by MidJourney]]

[[File:Faerinnenvoy2.png|375px|thumb|right|generated by MidJourney]]

Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed members of the Wehnimer's Landing community, I rise before you today to advocate for Faerinn as the best candidate for councilor. Faerinn's remarkable qualities and unwavering dedication make them the ideal choice to represent our beloved town and ensure its prosperity.

First and foremost, Faerinn possesses a deep understanding of Wehnimer's Landing. Through their active involvement and extensive experience within the community, they have proven themselves to be well-versed in the town's rich history, its challenges, and its aspirations. This familiarity enables Faerinn to make informed decisions and take actions that truly benefit our town.

Furthermore, Faerinn is a natural leader with a genuine passion for community development. They have demonstrated an exceptional ability to bring people together, fostering a sense of unity and collaboration. By actively engaging with residents and soliciting their input, Faerinn ensures that the voices of the people are heard, and their concerns are addressed. Such inclusive leadership is essential for the growth and prosperity of Wehnimer's Landing.

Moreover, Faerinn's commitment to progress is unparalleled. They possess a forward-thinking mindset and are always seeking innovative solutions to enhance our town's infrastructure, economy, and overall quality of life. With Faerinn at the helm, Wehnimer's Landing can embrace advancements while staying true to its unique character, ensuring a thriving and sustainable future.

Lastly, Faerinn's integrity and transparency set them apart as a councilor. They prioritize open communication and accountability, keeping residents informed about important decisions and actively seeking their feedback. This level of transparency builds trust and empowers the community, fostering a stronger bond between the councilor and the people they represent.

In conclusion, Faerinn's deep understanding of Wehnimer's Landing, their inclusive leadership style, their commitment to progress, and their integrity make them the ideal candidate for councilor. By electing Faerinn, we can be confident that our town will be in capable hands, working tirelessly to ensure our collective success. Let us rally behind Faerinn and together create a brighter future for Wehnimer's Landing.

User:DIEHLS

2023-07-03T12:42:37Z

DIEHLS: /* Help Wanted and Classifieds */

{{creative-work | title = The Free North News Issue #4| type = Newspaper| author = Various}}

'''OOC Disclaimer: The following is about Empire, revolution, settler colonialism, and it’s many consequences. The opinions stated here are to be taken in character and should not be taken as out of character judgements. It is intended as in chracter rhetoric. Except that we should have a rolton cryptid. Oh and do not insert into any orifices. Or do, I’m just not legally responsible for it.'''

'''IC Disclaimer: The Black Thorns are more of a collective, and less of a organization with heirachy and a roster. Please do not take the perspective of one member to apply to all of us.'''

[[File:Freenorthnews.png|375px|thumb|Right|Created in Midjourney Edited by player of Ceilia & Dendum uploaded by player of Dendum]]

== The Faerinn Well, Notes from the Editor ==
[[File:Peoplesenvoy.jpg|375px|thumb|left|The People's Envoy, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]
'''OOC Disclaimer: The following are the in character views of Faerinn. While things may be embellished or exaggerated to help make a point or to entertain, the facts stated here are as far as Faerinn is aware true.'''
I call to those who call Wehnimer’s Landing home and thank you for once again putting up with another campaign by me.

I came here a refugee time and time again. People say I hate Imperials, but forget that I came here as one. And I went back to Talador time and time again only to be driven out by one half-human progrom after another. I thought Talador was my home, because I was born there. The Landing always took me back no questions asked. It took years after the destruction of Talador to realize that my real home was here all alone.

I don’t hate the people of the Empire. I don’t even hate the Empire itself Not What I hate are the machinations of Imperialism. The systems that oppress everyone in its borders from Sun Throne to South Haven. The mechanisms that produce great heros, but rewards the greatest villains. As Jovery fought Hochstib on our behalf, the Sentinal had no issue with also accepting Hochstib’s claims for for the Sun Throne. A system that can’t but help to subjugate and expand as the top of the pyramid hoard more and more resources.

I’ve lost so much to this machine. Loss that is incalculable and incomprehensible except to Aletoi from Bre’Nere. I watch the reactions from the Reach, and I don’t think I can do it again. I don’t have it in me to lose another home. That is how you can know I am genuine. This is my guarantee to serve you to the very best of my abilities.

Whether it was the intentional or not, once this position came up for a vote to the citizens of the Landing the position changed from someone who reports to the Mayor, Council, and Sentinal. This is a brand new position now that, one that is beholden not only to the voters, but all the residents of the Landing.

'''The People's Envoy.'''

I will be taking your concerns abroad not that of the Elites. I’m not taking just the Consortium’s concerns abroad, nor just the Empire’s, nor just the Mayors, but EVERYONES.

If you deem to have me, I will be your Envoy. To take your concerns and issues not only to Imperial interests, but to renew our languishing relationships to the North and the East.

'''Faerinn Greatsinger, Esq, of Talador and Loenthra'''

'''Rumor Woods, Koaratos, 5123'''

== News for the North! ==
[[File:FNNMalwindeatsrocks1.png|375px|thumb|right|Baron Malwind tries Rock Tending, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

* Dwarven Emissaries Travel Across The Lands- Under the mountain the human empire is discussed but the dwarves decide to remain neutral for now.

* Icemule- A Dwarven Caravan is attacked. The Mayor plans to sends condolences to the mountain.

* Sol Haven- Rumors abound of children eating rocks after misunderstanding certain cultural oddities of Aldora.

* Wehnimer's Landing- Envoy selection takes place the world waits in anticipation to see who will speak for the Landing.

== Everything You're Dreaming ==
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Elidal's the greatest force of good you're ever seeing
We'd surely fall to ruin if not for his intervening
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Because of the parade of threats we've faced for many years
This Elidal is taking steps to now assuage our fears
And so one day he made a vow of some contentious prose
The biggest vow I've heard by now and this is how it goes:

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Hope and safety, wealth and wisdom, deeper inner meaning
He's the apex, he's the leadership that we've been needing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Now, it might seem precocious, like your lives are a disgrace
Or it might seem atrocious, like your heroes die a waste
But all the blood shed by our fallen fighters need not fail
Just ally now with Elidal or it's to no avail

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Not to sound too grand or condescending or demeaning
But have you seen the trouble this frontier is always gleaning?
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

(You could say it nearly backwards:
Dreaming your everything will bring Darkstone of barony...
But that's going a bit too far, don't you think?)

So as you face down yet more wars you didn't need to fight
Reflect on Eli's words and how he'll be our shining light
You'd better ponder carefully since this could change your life
For example: a permanent stability that sees the end of strife

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Lift you out of hopeless doubts and fears since they're deceiving
If you say it oft enough, you'll find yourself believing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

== Ask Lithyia ==

[[File:FNNcultsymbol1.png|375px|thumb|left|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

'''Dear Lithyia'''

Every morning a dwarf smelling of liquor breaks into my shop and smashes all the vases claiming he is looking for “real gems”. I tried locking the doors, and barring the windows but he just passes through them like a ghost. Please advise.

Vaseless in Vornavis

'''Dear Vaseless in Vornavis,'''

Something I have learned over the years is that the fastest way to many dwarve’s hearts is through freshly made brew. I recommend you get your hands on a still and begin leaving “gifts” outside your shop for this dwarf. You should notice you no longer need to lock the doors or bar the windows because you will find them passed out drunk in front of your shop. You can then haul them off yourself or pay some youngin who needs a few silvers to do it for you. If you do not have access to a still, seek me out. I am a brewmaster and would be happy to craft some specialities just for you and this…situation.

Fresh brew is best brew!
Miss Lithy

'''Dear Lithyia,'''

I find myself in a most peculiar predicament—one that has left me pondering the ethics of my choices. You see, I have become entangled in an intriguing, yet probably evil, cult. The allure of their secret rituals and promises of enlightenment initially drew me in, but now I'm plagued with doubts. Should I stay in this malevolent cult, embracing its dark path, or should I break free from its clutches and seek a more morally upright existence? Please help me navigate this moral maze, Lithyia, for I fear I'm teetering on the edge of eternal damnation.

Sincerely,

Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics

'''Dear Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics,'''

Having never been involved in a cult myself or having any experience related to them I must ponder on this a bit. Have they threatened you or someone you love? If so, I would suggest removing yourself from them as soon as possible. I might also recommend some new wrist, arm and ankle sheaths to carry additional…implements. One can never be too careful. As for whether you should seek a more morally upright existence, I don’t think you need to fully sacrifice who you may be as a person just because things didn’t work out the way you hoped with this group.

Regards,
Miss Lithy

== Turamzyrrian Empire's Dark Legacy Unveiled: Evil Cult Hiding in Solhaven Sends Assassins into the Free North ==

[[File:FNNDarklegacyarticle1.png|375px|thumb|right|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Dendum]]

Byline: Dorper Eweherder

A dark cloud of treachery looms over the realm of Elanthia as the infamous Turamzyrrian Empire's troubled past comes to light once again. Known for its historical deeply ingrained racist policies and discriminatory practices, the empire now stands accused of shielding an insidious cult that has unleashed assassins into the once tranquil lands of the Free North. The revelation has sent shockwaves throughout the realm, exposing the Empire's complicity in this heinous plot.

For centuries, the Turamzyrrian Empire has held a notorious reputation for its divisive policies, fostering an environment of inequality and prejudice. Its discriminatory practices, targeting non-human races, have sown discord and resentment among the diverse populations of Elanthia. These issues have been made more troublesome when coupled with its militaristic campaigns of subjegation towards its neighbours.

Now, as the truth unravels, it has come to light that the empire has been sheltering and aiding an evil cult known as the Order of Eternal Light. This secretive and malevolent organization has dispatched assassins into the unsuspecting lands of the Free North, destabilizing the region and trying to strike fear and chaos among its inhabitants.

The Order of Eternal Light, notorious for their questionable membership and history of promoting the Lornon agenda, has found refuge within the empire's borders, shielded by its militaristic policies, authoritarian rule, and willful blindness. Their nefarious activities, supported by the Empire's resources and protection, have targeted key figures and leaders in the Free North, plunging the region into a state of wariness.

A group of courageous adventurers, driven by a relentless pursuit of justice, managed to peel back the layers of secrecy surrounding the Empire's unholy alliance with the Order of Eternal Light. Through their tenacious efforts, evidence linking high-ranking Empire Sympathizer to the cult's activities came to light, exposing the empire's complicity in this sinister plot.

We thank those brave souls who were former and current members of the Order who risked their lives helping expose the corruption.

The revelation has ignited a firestorm of outrage and condemnation throughout the Free North and beyond. Leaders and communities have united in their denouncement of the empire's aggressive stance in the sovereign territory of other people and its collaboration with an evil cult. Calls for justice and swift action reverberate through the halls of free people everywhere, demanding accountability for those responsible.

In response to mounting accusations, the Turamzyrrian Empire's representatives will scramble to distance themselves from the scandal, issuing statements condemning the cult's actions and denying any knowledge of their collaboration. However, the people of the Free North and the realm at large will remain skeptical, seeing these claims as a feeble attempt to salvage the empire's past reputation in light of recent efforts to rebrand itself.

As tensions escalate between the Free North and the Turamzyrrian Empire, Elanthia stands on the brink of an epic confrontation. The Free North, known for its resilience and commitment to justice, rallies its forces in a united front against the empire's tyranny. With swords raised and magic at their disposal, they stand ready to face the combined might of the empire and the Order of Eternal Light, vowing to restore peace and expose the truth.

The fate of Elanthia hangs in the balance as the forces of darkness threaten to engulf the realm. Will the Free North succeed in reclaiming its autonomy and defeating the evil that has been nurtured by the empire's feudal policies? Only time will tell, as the realm braces itself for an epic clash between justice and oppression.

== The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor ==

[[File:FNNRWad1.png|375px|thumb|left|Advertisement, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor

Deep in the heart of Wehnimer's Landing, an organization flourishes, embodying the principles of unity, strength, and honor. They are the Ord An Dragan, a revered clan that has etched its name in the annals of history as stalwart protectors of the realm.

Forged in the fires of chaos, the Ord An Dragan emerged during the Age of Chaos, when a battle raged at Shadow Guard. In an unprecedented display of unity, a diverse alliance formed, consisting of Dwarves, Giantmen, Elven Houses, Humans, Sylvans, Halflings, and many others. This union, a testament to the power of collaboration, turned the tide of war, forever changing the course of the realm's destiny.

Witnessing the transformative impact of this alliance, the members of the Ord An Dragan clan embraced their role as custodians of unity. They understood that strength lay not in isolation, but in the harmonious integration of different races and creeds. Their numbers and influence grew, establishing them as the last line of defense for the survival of Elanthia.

Through the ages, the Ord An Dragan clan quietly and steadfastly fulfilled their sacred duty. They became the watchful eyes, the meticulous record keepers, and the nurturing force behind the values they held dear. From the discovery of the Gnomes to the arrivals of the Erithians and Aelotoi, the Ord An Dragan clan stood witness to these pivotal events, safeguarding the fragile balance of the realm.

When the Aelotoi were attacked by the Kiramon, it was the Ord An Dragan clan who joined forces with the Ta’Illistim guards to defend them. This marked the first official record of their presence in the environs of Ta’Illistim. However, it was in Wehnimer's Landing that they found their true home—a haven for diversity due to its status as a port city and its proximity to various lands.

Embodying the creed established by the Drakes, the Ord An Dragan clan became arbiters of justice and cultivators of honor. Within their ranks, individuals found a sanctuary where their potentials were nurtured and protected. The unity of their powers, akin to the might of a dragon, fortified their resolve to safeguard the realm.

In the face of waning dragon numbers, the Ord An Dragan took up the mantle of guardianship. They pledged to honor the strength in unity, working tirelessly to ensure the coexistence of all races and the triumph of righteousness. Monthly meetings, though sometimes dismissed as "borin'" by a few immature members, serve as a testament to the clan's commitment to fostering unity, sharing wisdom, and upholding their cherished values.

Today, the Ord An Dragan stands as a shining beacon in Wehnimer's Landing, a symbol of unity and honor. They have dedicated themselves to the well-being of the realm, protecting it from the encroachment of darkness. In their footsteps, new generations are guided and inspired to carry forward the legacy of the Ord An Dragan, preserving the realm's harmony and safeguarding its future.

May their noble endeavors continue to inspire all who seek a world built upon unity, strength, and honor.

== Help Wanted/Classifieds ==

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Looking for someone with experience forming a mercenary unit to help build an organization dedicated to the protection of the landing. Both sign on bonus and monthly silvers available. Pay based on performance! – Seek out the Black Thorns.
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Lost ma Grandma’s Necklace!<br>
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== The Tale of (Failed Mayoral Candidate) Old Dom - by by Anon Imus Bystendar ==

[[File:olddom.png|375px|thumb|left|generated by MidJourney]]

He sat by the fireside, the stoutest table in Helga’s tavern supporting his massive frame, holding court over the assorted rabble, Shanty Town friends and nemeses looking on with admiration, disdain, or a dash of both. Dominucci the Elder, Old Dom to most and Hairy Dom to those wanting a punch in the face, surveyed the crowded bar before him.

Tonight was Dom’s night, his candidacy for mayor was to begin here amongst his people. He threw back his beer, slammed the empty mug on the table, and pounded the table with his massive paw of a hand to gain the room’s attention.

“Aye, bet yas wonder why it is I be here tonight?”

From deep across the bar came the first retort. ``Old Dom, ya arse, you be here with your soused self every damn night. What you harp’n on abouts this eve?”

Dom nodded to the voice in the crowd. “Tonight be special. Tonight I bark on a new journey.”

Another voice cut him off. “Yas some kinda weredog nows?”

“No, it’s what ‘em fancy folks say when they be start’n things. They be bark’n on journeys and adventures and all that.”

“Dommy boy, why ‘tem richie riches bark’n so much at ‘tings ‘tere?”

It dawned on Old Dom that if he didn’t take the room back here and now that he might lose control of his messaging. Perhaps he shouldn’t have started his campaign at 3am in a bar.

“Shut yas traps, ya arseholes, I be run’n for mayor.

A young boy closer to his table spit out his beer laughing. “Old Dom, you ain’t run’n anywhere. You is a bit portly for all that, eh?”

Dom sighed the first of what would be many. “Nah, that’s what thems folks says when yas try to be mayor. Yas gotta run for mayor and get them votes from the likes of yas.”

The boy’s friend chimed in “So it be like a race? Yas mayor peoples gotta run around the town? I gots my money on that Amos one, he’ll rig it.”

“It ain’t a race!” He slammed his fist down on the table and the crowd quieted some. “I’m here tonight to get me campaign go’n and tells yas about me platform.”

Stinky Tom’s brother, sensing Dom’s souring mood, ventured to raise a hand. Dom nodded for him to proceed with his question, finally content at some order in the room.

“If yas need a platform, mayhaps yas can use the stage the next room over.”

Old Dom lowered his head to the table for a moment, but gathered himself and pressed on. “I wanna be the next mayor ‘round these parts. So I wanna tell yas all what I’m think’n we should be do’n.”

A half-elf over by the bar laughed. “I heard yas gots a garbage service now, gonna clean up the town, yeah?”

Dom nodded. “Aye, some fancy lady was complaining ‘bout all them trash from them politics peoples, figured I could make a coin or two help’n the town…” A voice cut him short from somewhere he couldn’t see.

“Ain’t you part of the group write’n all them things anyways? You make’n all that trash in the first place! Smart business make’n all that garbage and then pick’n it up for coins! This be like when you trained all them raccoons!”

His political team, a squat man named Jarv that was either a short human or tall dwarf, handed him a fresh frothy mug, while he shook his head at the last assertion. “Allegedly…”

Dom took another deep pull from his mug.

“Well is you a Black Thorn or not?”

Another voice cut off his response. “Nah, I heard him a Rook, that one, one of em’s key members. He was there on that bust-up night, but them just thought he was a furry cloak on a tall coat hanger.” The entire room burst out laughing.

Dom took another drink.

A Sylvan lady, sitting full-up on the bar itself, chimed in over the roar. “Ain’t what I heard, I heard old Dom here be Aldoran. Joined his brethren in marching his arse to the gates of them half-heights in dwarf town demanding to punch elves as Imperial retri’buting.”

Dom took another drink.

“I heard Dom loves Amos so much he was try’n out to be one of them Lightning Ladybugs of his.”

Dom ordered another.

“Oi, I heard he consorts with Manrolt by the pale moonlight!”

Dom downed two mugs in rapid succession.

“I ‘eard he IS Manrolt!”

Dome chugged two more and motioned for replenishment.

“I seen him on that Bodack’s ship, he was part of dat rogue Imperial crew dat killed all our brothers in the boats and docks.” The room started to boo him in unison.

Dom signalled for some stronger swill.

“Nah, I ‘eard he captured that Bodie man, took his ship. Uses it to trade wit ‘em Four Wind Lands people.”

Dom threw back a shot of rotgut whiskey.

“Dom a Reiver, yas can see it in his shifty eyes!”

Dom tossed back as many shots as he could find near his person.

“Nah, I heard he be a failed squire for one o’dem knightly orders!”

With the last bit of energy he had left, he looked at the crowd. “Aye, if I have yas vote, I can be whatevers yas need of me. Yas want me to be a friend of the Empire on Volnes, I’ll cozy right on up to that Ely Doll and tell’im what a great Empire he gots. On Tilamaires I gots my bird mask for them sneaky business, Leyan for some Thorns pamphlets tell’n Ely Doll to shove it, but on Niiman I be pick’n em same flyers up for them people in them towers outside town complain’n about al them trashes. On the Day of the Huntress, I can dress up as Manrolt, with Feastday for dinning with the Lich King, and Restday I be help’n Amos cook the books in my Lightning Ladybug costume.” He looked at them all, completely exasperated.

For the first time all evening, the bar was silent.

“Oi, Dommy Boy, when in ‘teh Gods yas gonna find time in all ‘tat ‘tere to help us Land’n folk?”

That was the last thing Old Dom heard as his head hit the table. He awoke the next day slumped over about a fallen man’s distance from where he had started his political dreams, It was about 4 o’clock that next evening. The cutoff for registering as a mayoral candidate had passed at noon. He raised his hand to order a fresh one, and Helga sighed, adding it to his massive tab.

== Tennalnen Campaign Announcement ==
People of Wehnimer's Landing!

I, Tennalnen Silverstar, announce my campign for Regional Envoy of Wehnimer's Landing. Most of you do not know me, nor do I know you, and this is a good thing. As Regional Envoy it will be my job to listen and hear what all peoples have to say, and bring their word back to the government of Landing for discussion. I make only one promise, I promise to listen to the people and bring their words to the leadership. I cannot promise change, I cannot promise action, but I will do my best to ensure the voice of ALL people is taken into account.

My platform is simple:
A fresh face, a fresh perspective, an open mind.

A fresh face: I am new, unknown to many, untried compared to my fellow applicants. I have not seen the dead rise during the reign of the Lich King. I did not stand beside or against Grishom Stone. I did not pick a side during the recent territorial disputes in Town. I have no history with the North, the East, or any of our other neighbors except Bourth where I was raised.

A fresh perspective: I have not lived here for long, and in my time in Wehnimer's Landing I have heard many views. I have listened to those varied voices and I have considered them. While I cannot claim to know which view is correct, I can provide an ear to listen, and a voice to speak their words to the leaders of Landing.

An open mind: My beliefs are my own, as are yours. This region is populated by a variety of races, cultures, and religious beliefs, not all of which can agree on things. I promise to listen, and pass along all views presented to me as representative of Wehnimer's Landing, with no judgement or biased towards those who present themselves appropriately.

Vote Tennalnen Silverstar for Regional Envoy of Wehnimer's Landing in 5123!

== The Plucky Town - by Leafiara ==

This is a story about a town that's plucky!

Invaders charge in, full of bloodlust,
Assailing us from all around
A rain-soaked battle where heroes rush,
Rallying back to stand our ground

They'll say: "Aren't they fiery, that Wehnimer's town?"
And they'll see...

We're so plucky, full of fight,
How we try, try, try using all our might, knowing
Evil forces disrupt our every plan
But surely we'll pull through in the end

The Landing standing: a mystery
Besieged by threats on every side
But our blades keep whirling and our spells keep swirling
Relentless and we'll always turn the tide

They'll say: "Aren't they crazy, that Wehnimer's town?"
And they'll see...

We're so plucky, full of fight
How we fry, fry, fry foes with pylon light, knowing
We draw our strength from our courage and our friends
And surely we'll pull through in the end

"They're only lucky, that Wehnimer's town!"

Our town's so plucky, must be how we survive
Even Raelee Svala has no other theories why
Yet we still grow and thrive

And they'll see!
We're so plucky, full of fight
Enemies die, die, die when they attack at night, knowing
If we're still breathing, we rise up to defend
For surely we'll triumph in the end

We are so plucky
Riding high, high, high to protect what's right, knowing
Whenever needed, our inner strength will shine
And surely we'll triumph every time

== Leaked Criminal Notes on the Nefarious Knitter - by The Alleged Sapphire Guard ==

[[File:sapphireguard.png|375px|thumb|right|generated by MidJourney]]

'''OOC Disclaimer: No this is not actually written by a member of the Sapphire Guard. This an IC reimagining by the anonymous author of what might be in the point for giggles. It's a bit!'''

While trying our best to find someone, anyone to take the blame for the Princess’s death aside from Arditin’s niece, we have been gathering intelligence for the benefit of the Sun Throne on one known as the ‘Nefarious Knitter’.

We have found the following:

* She is a member of the Black Thorns, a terrorist organization devoted to the spread of vile anti-socialist ideologies such as ‘Democracy’ and ‘Equality’.

* This anti-imperialist agent was not available to kill the Princess as she was fighting a giant earth elemental with an entire town of witnesses. At that time Orelwen was pushing Kasendra off of a staircase or something. But Arditin does not like this lady.

* We can’t find her.

So in instead of pertinent information here is our information on the membership of the Black Thorns:

* The Black Thorns have an estimated 3,000 members trained in forty different martial arts lost from the days of Despana and the strength of a hundred demons.

* Their leader is one, Talliver Dabbins, the warlord of Silver Mule Trace. He wanted for his war crimes during the Griffon Sword War of creating vampires and wyrms. His lair is deep in the Hinterwilds, but he is easy to spot due to his thirteen foot hairy frame.

* His lieutenant is a real player in the Cult of Zelia and a rogue Palestra Blade named Yoshie. This deranged assassin’s trade mark is a squid branded to his hand, and the replacement of his victim’s nails with rails.

* The Talon, a half-elf pirate from Mist Harbor who enraged a column of Aldoran swamp-berserkers to march on the Shining City until a Knights of the Realm convinced diverted them into dying in a swamp. We suspect this is another anatomy based alias of Socius, because screw that guy.

* The red-haired, half-sylvan former leader of the Rooks and Mayor of Wehnimer’s Landing - Casiphia.

* An ottoman that Thadston threw so hard with his magic arms that it became sentient.

* A gnome under the alias, Dr. C

* Gurbah, who requires no further explanation.

We hope you find this information useful as we coverup the deaths of many of your suspects, I mean, subjects including your cousin.

== Faerinn for Envoy==

[[File:Faerinnenvoy1.png|375px|thumb|left|generated by MidJourney]]

[[File:Faerinnenvoy2.png|375px|thumb|right|generated by MidJourney]]

Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed members of the Wehnimer's Landing community, I rise before you today to advocate for Faerinn as the best candidate for councilor. Faerinn's remarkable qualities and unwavering dedication make them the ideal choice to represent our beloved town and ensure its prosperity.

First and foremost, Faerinn possesses a deep understanding of Wehnimer's Landing. Through their active involvement and extensive experience within the community, they have proven themselves to be well-versed in the town's rich history, its challenges, and its aspirations. This familiarity enables Faerinn to make informed decisions and take actions that truly benefit our town.

Furthermore, Faerinn is a natural leader with a genuine passion for community development. They have demonstrated an exceptional ability to bring people together, fostering a sense of unity and collaboration. By actively engaging with residents and soliciting their input, Faerinn ensures that the voices of the people are heard, and their concerns are addressed. Such inclusive leadership is essential for the growth and prosperity of Wehnimer's Landing.

Moreover, Faerinn's commitment to progress is unparalleled. They possess a forward-thinking mindset and are always seeking innovative solutions to enhance our town's infrastructure, economy, and overall quality of life. With Faerinn at the helm, Wehnimer's Landing can embrace advancements while staying true to its unique character, ensuring a thriving and sustainable future.

Lastly, Faerinn's integrity and transparency set them apart as a councilor. They prioritize open communication and accountability, keeping residents informed about important decisions and actively seeking their feedback. This level of transparency builds trust and empowers the community, fostering a stronger bond between the councilor and the people they represent.

In conclusion, Faerinn's deep understanding of Wehnimer's Landing, their inclusive leadership style, their commitment to progress, and their integrity make them the ideal candidate for councilor. By electing Faerinn, we can be confident that our town will be in capable hands, working tirelessly to ensure our collective success. Let us rally behind Faerinn and together create a brighter future for Wehnimer's Landing.

User:DIEHLS

2023-07-03T12:42:04Z

DIEHLS: /* Help Wanted and Classifieds */

{{creative-work | title = The Free North News Issue #4| type = Newspaper| author = Various}}

'''OOC Disclaimer: The following is about Empire, revolution, settler colonialism, and it’s many consequences. The opinions stated here are to be taken in character and should not be taken as out of character judgements. It is intended as in chracter rhetoric. Except that we should have a rolton cryptid. Oh and do not insert into any orifices. Or do, I’m just not legally responsible for it.'''

'''IC Disclaimer: The Black Thorns are more of a collective, and less of a organization with heirachy and a roster. Please do not take the perspective of one member to apply to all of us.'''

[[File:Freenorthnews.png|375px|thumb|Right|Created in Midjourney Edited by player of Ceilia & Dendum uploaded by player of Dendum]]

== The Faerinn Well, Notes from the Editor ==
[[File:Peoplesenvoy.jpg|375px|thumb|left|The People's Envoy, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]
'''OOC Disclaimer: The following are the in character views of Faerinn. While things may be embellished or exaggerated to help make a point or to entertain, the facts stated here are as far as Faerinn is aware true.'''
I call to those who call Wehnimer’s Landing home and thank you for once again putting up with another campaign by me.

I came here a refugee time and time again. People say I hate Imperials, but forget that I came here as one. And I went back to Talador time and time again only to be driven out by one half-human progrom after another. I thought Talador was my home, because I was born there. The Landing always took me back no questions asked. It took years after the destruction of Talador to realize that my real home was here all alone.

I don’t hate the people of the Empire. I don’t even hate the Empire itself Not What I hate are the machinations of Imperialism. The systems that oppress everyone in its borders from Sun Throne to South Haven. The mechanisms that produce great heros, but rewards the greatest villains. As Jovery fought Hochstib on our behalf, the Sentinal had no issue with also accepting Hochstib’s claims for for the Sun Throne. A system that can’t but help to subjugate and expand as the top of the pyramid hoard more and more resources.

I’ve lost so much to this machine. Loss that is incalculable and incomprehensible except to Aletoi from Bre’Nere. I watch the reactions from the Reach, and I don’t think I can do it again. I don’t have it in me to lose another home. That is how you can know I am genuine. This is my guarantee to serve you to the very best of my abilities.

Whether it was the intentional or not, once this position came up for a vote to the citizens of the Landing the position changed from someone who reports to the Mayor, Council, and Sentinal. This is a brand new position now that, one that is beholden not only to the voters, but all the residents of the Landing.

'''The People's Envoy.'''

I will be taking your concerns abroad not that of the Elites. I’m not taking just the Consortium’s concerns abroad, nor just the Empire’s, nor just the Mayors, but EVERYONES.

If you deem to have me, I will be your Envoy. To take your concerns and issues not only to Imperial interests, but to renew our languishing relationships to the North and the East.

'''Faerinn Greatsinger, Esq, of Talador and Loenthra'''

'''Rumor Woods, Koaratos, 5123'''

== News for the North! ==
[[File:FNNMalwindeatsrocks1.png|375px|thumb|right|Baron Malwind tries Rock Tending, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

* Dwarven Emissaries Travel Across The Lands- Under the mountain the human empire is discussed but the dwarves decide to remain neutral for now.

* Icemule- A Dwarven Caravan is attacked. The Mayor plans to sends condolences to the mountain.

* Sol Haven- Rumors abound of children eating rocks after misunderstanding certain cultural oddities of Aldora.

* Wehnimer's Landing- Envoy selection takes place the world waits in anticipation to see who will speak for the Landing.

== Everything You're Dreaming ==
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Elidal's the greatest force of good you're ever seeing
We'd surely fall to ruin if not for his intervening
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Because of the parade of threats we've faced for many years
This Elidal is taking steps to now assuage our fears
And so one day he made a vow of some contentious prose
The biggest vow I've heard by now and this is how it goes:

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Hope and safety, wealth and wisdom, deeper inner meaning
He's the apex, he's the leadership that we've been needing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Now, it might seem precocious, like your lives are a disgrace
Or it might seem atrocious, like your heroes die a waste
But all the blood shed by our fallen fighters need not fail
Just ally now with Elidal or it's to no avail

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Not to sound too grand or condescending or demeaning
But have you seen the trouble this frontier is always gleaning?
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

(You could say it nearly backwards:
Dreaming your everything will bring Darkstone of barony...
But that's going a bit too far, don't you think?)

So as you face down yet more wars you didn't need to fight
Reflect on Eli's words and how he'll be our shining light
You'd better ponder carefully since this could change your life
For example: a permanent stability that sees the end of strife

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Lift you out of hopeless doubts and fears since they're deceiving
If you say it oft enough, you'll find yourself believing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

== Ask Lithyia ==

[[File:FNNcultsymbol1.png|375px|thumb|left|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

'''Dear Lithyia'''

Every morning a dwarf smelling of liquor breaks into my shop and smashes all the vases claiming he is looking for “real gems”. I tried locking the doors, and barring the windows but he just passes through them like a ghost. Please advise.

Vaseless in Vornavis

'''Dear Vaseless in Vornavis,'''

Something I have learned over the years is that the fastest way to many dwarve’s hearts is through freshly made brew. I recommend you get your hands on a still and begin leaving “gifts” outside your shop for this dwarf. You should notice you no longer need to lock the doors or bar the windows because you will find them passed out drunk in front of your shop. You can then haul them off yourself or pay some youngin who needs a few silvers to do it for you. If you do not have access to a still, seek me out. I am a brewmaster and would be happy to craft some specialities just for you and this…situation.

Fresh brew is best brew!
Miss Lithy

'''Dear Lithyia,'''

I find myself in a most peculiar predicament—one that has left me pondering the ethics of my choices. You see, I have become entangled in an intriguing, yet probably evil, cult. The allure of their secret rituals and promises of enlightenment initially drew me in, but now I'm plagued with doubts. Should I stay in this malevolent cult, embracing its dark path, or should I break free from its clutches and seek a more morally upright existence? Please help me navigate this moral maze, Lithyia, for I fear I'm teetering on the edge of eternal damnation.

Sincerely,

Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics

'''Dear Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics,'''

Having never been involved in a cult myself or having any experience related to them I must ponder on this a bit. Have they threatened you or someone you love? If so, I would suggest removing yourself from them as soon as possible. I might also recommend some new wrist, arm and ankle sheaths to carry additional…implements. One can never be too careful. As for whether you should seek a more morally upright existence, I don’t think you need to fully sacrifice who you may be as a person just because things didn’t work out the way you hoped with this group.

Regards,
Miss Lithy

== Turamzyrrian Empire's Dark Legacy Unveiled: Evil Cult Hiding in Solhaven Sends Assassins into the Free North ==

[[File:FNNDarklegacyarticle1.png|375px|thumb|right|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Dendum]]

Byline: Dorper Eweherder

A dark cloud of treachery looms over the realm of Elanthia as the infamous Turamzyrrian Empire's troubled past comes to light once again. Known for its historical deeply ingrained racist policies and discriminatory practices, the empire now stands accused of shielding an insidious cult that has unleashed assassins into the once tranquil lands of the Free North. The revelation has sent shockwaves throughout the realm, exposing the Empire's complicity in this heinous plot.

For centuries, the Turamzyrrian Empire has held a notorious reputation for its divisive policies, fostering an environment of inequality and prejudice. Its discriminatory practices, targeting non-human races, have sown discord and resentment among the diverse populations of Elanthia. These issues have been made more troublesome when coupled with its militaristic campaigns of subjegation towards its neighbours.

Now, as the truth unravels, it has come to light that the empire has been sheltering and aiding an evil cult known as the Order of Eternal Light. This secretive and malevolent organization has dispatched assassins into the unsuspecting lands of the Free North, destabilizing the region and trying to strike fear and chaos among its inhabitants.

The Order of Eternal Light, notorious for their questionable membership and history of promoting the Lornon agenda, has found refuge within the empire's borders, shielded by its militaristic policies, authoritarian rule, and willful blindness. Their nefarious activities, supported by the Empire's resources and protection, have targeted key figures and leaders in the Free North, plunging the region into a state of wariness.

A group of courageous adventurers, driven by a relentless pursuit of justice, managed to peel back the layers of secrecy surrounding the Empire's unholy alliance with the Order of Eternal Light. Through their tenacious efforts, evidence linking high-ranking Empire Sympathizer to the cult's activities came to light, exposing the empire's complicity in this sinister plot.

We thank those brave souls who were former and current members of the Order who risked their lives helping expose the corruption.

The revelation has ignited a firestorm of outrage and condemnation throughout the Free North and beyond. Leaders and communities have united in their denouncement of the empire's aggressive stance in the sovereign territory of other people and its collaboration with an evil cult. Calls for justice and swift action reverberate through the halls of free people everywhere, demanding accountability for those responsible.

In response to mounting accusations, the Turamzyrrian Empire's representatives will scramble to distance themselves from the scandal, issuing statements condemning the cult's actions and denying any knowledge of their collaboration. However, the people of the Free North and the realm at large will remain skeptical, seeing these claims as a feeble attempt to salvage the empire's past reputation in light of recent efforts to rebrand itself.

As tensions escalate between the Free North and the Turamzyrrian Empire, Elanthia stands on the brink of an epic confrontation. The Free North, known for its resilience and commitment to justice, rallies its forces in a united front against the empire's tyranny. With swords raised and magic at their disposal, they stand ready to face the combined might of the empire and the Order of Eternal Light, vowing to restore peace and expose the truth.

The fate of Elanthia hangs in the balance as the forces of darkness threaten to engulf the realm. Will the Free North succeed in reclaiming its autonomy and defeating the evil that has been nurtured by the empire's feudal policies? Only time will tell, as the realm braces itself for an epic clash between justice and oppression.

== The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor ==

[[File:FNNRWad1.png|375px|thumb|left|Advertisement, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor

Deep in the heart of Wehnimer's Landing, an organization flourishes, embodying the principles of unity, strength, and honor. They are the Ord An Dragan, a revered clan that has etched its name in the annals of history as stalwart protectors of the realm.

Forged in the fires of chaos, the Ord An Dragan emerged during the Age of Chaos, when a battle raged at Shadow Guard. In an unprecedented display of unity, a diverse alliance formed, consisting of Dwarves, Giantmen, Elven Houses, Humans, Sylvans, Halflings, and many others. This union, a testament to the power of collaboration, turned the tide of war, forever changing the course of the realm's destiny.

Witnessing the transformative impact of this alliance, the members of the Ord An Dragan clan embraced their role as custodians of unity. They understood that strength lay not in isolation, but in the harmonious integration of different races and creeds. Their numbers and influence grew, establishing them as the last line of defense for the survival of Elanthia.

Through the ages, the Ord An Dragan clan quietly and steadfastly fulfilled their sacred duty. They became the watchful eyes, the meticulous record keepers, and the nurturing force behind the values they held dear. From the discovery of the Gnomes to the arrivals of the Erithians and Aelotoi, the Ord An Dragan clan stood witness to these pivotal events, safeguarding the fragile balance of the realm.

When the Aelotoi were attacked by the Kiramon, it was the Ord An Dragan clan who joined forces with the Ta’Illistim guards to defend them. This marked the first official record of their presence in the environs of Ta’Illistim. However, it was in Wehnimer's Landing that they found their true home—a haven for diversity due to its status as a port city and its proximity to various lands.

Embodying the creed established by the Drakes, the Ord An Dragan clan became arbiters of justice and cultivators of honor. Within their ranks, individuals found a sanctuary where their potentials were nurtured and protected. The unity of their powers, akin to the might of a dragon, fortified their resolve to safeguard the realm.

In the face of waning dragon numbers, the Ord An Dragan took up the mantle of guardianship. They pledged to honor the strength in unity, working tirelessly to ensure the coexistence of all races and the triumph of righteousness. Monthly meetings, though sometimes dismissed as "borin'" by a few immature members, serve as a testament to the clan's commitment to fostering unity, sharing wisdom, and upholding their cherished values.

Today, the Ord An Dragan stands as a shining beacon in Wehnimer's Landing, a symbol of unity and honor. They have dedicated themselves to the well-being of the realm, protecting it from the encroachment of darkness. In their footsteps, new generations are guided and inspired to carry forward the legacy of the Ord An Dragan, preserving the realm's harmony and safeguarding its future.

May their noble endeavors continue to inspire all who seek a world built upon unity, strength, and honor.

== Help Wanted and Classifieds ==

== Help Wanted/Classifieds ==

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Ever wondered how to navigate a crowded ball room?<br>
Need help chosing between two suitors?<br>
Ask the questions you are afraid to ask and get expert advice!<br>
Mail your questions to Lithyia! Confidentiality guaranteed! <br>
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Manicures done by the Blade of the Faendryl!<br>
Multiple Colors to choose from, it's not just nails it's an experience!<br>
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Looking for someone with experience forming a mercenary unit to help build an organization dedicated to the protection of the landing. Both sign on bonus and monthly silvers available. Pay based on performance! – Seek out the Black Thorns.
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Lost ma Grandma’s Necklace!<br>
Got the initials TH on the back lost it near those Illoke folk!<br>
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== The Tale of (Failed Mayoral Candidate) Old Dom - by by Anon Imus Bystendar ==

[[File:olddom.png|375px|thumb|left|generated by MidJourney]]

He sat by the fireside, the stoutest table in Helga’s tavern supporting his massive frame, holding court over the assorted rabble, Shanty Town friends and nemeses looking on with admiration, disdain, or a dash of both. Dominucci the Elder, Old Dom to most and Hairy Dom to those wanting a punch in the face, surveyed the crowded bar before him.

Tonight was Dom’s night, his candidacy for mayor was to begin here amongst his people. He threw back his beer, slammed the empty mug on the table, and pounded the table with his massive paw of a hand to gain the room’s attention.

“Aye, bet yas wonder why it is I be here tonight?”

From deep across the bar came the first retort. ``Old Dom, ya arse, you be here with your soused self every damn night. What you harp’n on abouts this eve?”

Dom nodded to the voice in the crowd. “Tonight be special. Tonight I bark on a new journey.”

Another voice cut him off. “Yas some kinda weredog nows?”

“No, it’s what ‘em fancy folks say when they be start’n things. They be bark’n on journeys and adventures and all that.”

“Dommy boy, why ‘tem richie riches bark’n so much at ‘tings ‘tere?”

It dawned on Old Dom that if he didn’t take the room back here and now that he might lose control of his messaging. Perhaps he shouldn’t have started his campaign at 3am in a bar.

“Shut yas traps, ya arseholes, I be run’n for mayor.

A young boy closer to his table spit out his beer laughing. “Old Dom, you ain’t run’n anywhere. You is a bit portly for all that, eh?”

Dom sighed the first of what would be many. “Nah, that’s what thems folks says when yas try to be mayor. Yas gotta run for mayor and get them votes from the likes of yas.”

The boy’s friend chimed in “So it be like a race? Yas mayor peoples gotta run around the town? I gots my money on that Amos one, he’ll rig it.”

“It ain’t a race!” He slammed his fist down on the table and the crowd quieted some. “I’m here tonight to get me campaign go’n and tells yas about me platform.”

Stinky Tom’s brother, sensing Dom’s souring mood, ventured to raise a hand. Dom nodded for him to proceed with his question, finally content at some order in the room.

“If yas need a platform, mayhaps yas can use the stage the next room over.”

Old Dom lowered his head to the table for a moment, but gathered himself and pressed on. “I wanna be the next mayor ‘round these parts. So I wanna tell yas all what I’m think’n we should be do’n.”

A half-elf over by the bar laughed. “I heard yas gots a garbage service now, gonna clean up the town, yeah?”

Dom nodded. “Aye, some fancy lady was complaining ‘bout all them trash from them politics peoples, figured I could make a coin or two help’n the town…” A voice cut him short from somewhere he couldn’t see.

“Ain’t you part of the group write’n all them things anyways? You make’n all that trash in the first place! Smart business make’n all that garbage and then pick’n it up for coins! This be like when you trained all them raccoons!”

His political team, a squat man named Jarv that was either a short human or tall dwarf, handed him a fresh frothy mug, while he shook his head at the last assertion. “Allegedly…”

Dom took another deep pull from his mug.

“Well is you a Black Thorn or not?”

Another voice cut off his response. “Nah, I heard him a Rook, that one, one of em’s key members. He was there on that bust-up night, but them just thought he was a furry cloak on a tall coat hanger.” The entire room burst out laughing.

Dom took another drink.

A Sylvan lady, sitting full-up on the bar itself, chimed in over the roar. “Ain’t what I heard, I heard old Dom here be Aldoran. Joined his brethren in marching his arse to the gates of them half-heights in dwarf town demanding to punch elves as Imperial retri’buting.”

Dom took another drink.

“I heard Dom loves Amos so much he was try’n out to be one of them Lightning Ladybugs of his.”

Dom ordered another.

“Oi, I heard he consorts with Manrolt by the pale moonlight!”

Dom downed two mugs in rapid succession.

“I ‘eard he IS Manrolt!”

Dome chugged two more and motioned for replenishment.

“I seen him on that Bodack’s ship, he was part of dat rogue Imperial crew dat killed all our brothers in the boats and docks.” The room started to boo him in unison.

Dom signalled for some stronger swill.

“Nah, I ‘eard he captured that Bodie man, took his ship. Uses it to trade wit ‘em Four Wind Lands people.”

Dom threw back a shot of rotgut whiskey.

“Dom a Reiver, yas can see it in his shifty eyes!”

Dom tossed back as many shots as he could find near his person.

“Nah, I heard he be a failed squire for one o’dem knightly orders!”

With the last bit of energy he had left, he looked at the crowd. “Aye, if I have yas vote, I can be whatevers yas need of me. Yas want me to be a friend of the Empire on Volnes, I’ll cozy right on up to that Ely Doll and tell’im what a great Empire he gots. On Tilamaires I gots my bird mask for them sneaky business, Leyan for some Thorns pamphlets tell’n Ely Doll to shove it, but on Niiman I be pick’n em same flyers up for them people in them towers outside town complain’n about al them trashes. On the Day of the Huntress, I can dress up as Manrolt, with Feastday for dinning with the Lich King, and Restday I be help’n Amos cook the books in my Lightning Ladybug costume.” He looked at them all, completely exasperated.

For the first time all evening, the bar was silent.

“Oi, Dommy Boy, when in ‘teh Gods yas gonna find time in all ‘tat ‘tere to help us Land’n folk?”

That was the last thing Old Dom heard as his head hit the table. He awoke the next day slumped over about a fallen man’s distance from where he had started his political dreams, It was about 4 o’clock that next evening. The cutoff for registering as a mayoral candidate had passed at noon. He raised his hand to order a fresh one, and Helga sighed, adding it to his massive tab.

== Tennalnen Campaign Announcement ==
People of Wehnimer's Landing!

I, Tennalnen Silverstar, announce my campign for Regional Envoy of Wehnimer's Landing. Most of you do not know me, nor do I know you, and this is a good thing. As Regional Envoy it will be my job to listen and hear what all peoples have to say, and bring their word back to the government of Landing for discussion. I make only one promise, I promise to listen to the people and bring their words to the leadership. I cannot promise change, I cannot promise action, but I will do my best to ensure the voice of ALL people is taken into account.

My platform is simple:
A fresh face, a fresh perspective, an open mind.

A fresh face: I am new, unknown to many, untried compared to my fellow applicants. I have not seen the dead rise during the reign of the Lich King. I did not stand beside or against Grishom Stone. I did not pick a side during the recent territorial disputes in Town. I have no history with the North, the East, or any of our other neighbors except Bourth where I was raised.

A fresh perspective: I have not lived here for long, and in my time in Wehnimer's Landing I have heard many views. I have listened to those varied voices and I have considered them. While I cannot claim to know which view is correct, I can provide an ear to listen, and a voice to speak their words to the leaders of Landing.

An open mind: My beliefs are my own, as are yours. This region is populated by a variety of races, cultures, and religious beliefs, not all of which can agree on things. I promise to listen, and pass along all views presented to me as representative of Wehnimer's Landing, with no judgement or biased towards those who present themselves appropriately.

Vote Tennalnen Silverstar for Regional Envoy of Wehnimer's Landing in 5123!

== The Plucky Town - by Leafiara ==

This is a story about a town that's plucky!

Invaders charge in, full of bloodlust,
Assailing us from all around
A rain-soaked battle where heroes rush,
Rallying back to stand our ground

They'll say: "Aren't they fiery, that Wehnimer's town?"
And they'll see...

We're so plucky, full of fight,
How we try, try, try using all our might, knowing
Evil forces disrupt our every plan
But surely we'll pull through in the end

The Landing standing: a mystery
Besieged by threats on every side
But our blades keep whirling and our spells keep swirling
Relentless and we'll always turn the tide

They'll say: "Aren't they crazy, that Wehnimer's town?"
And they'll see...

We're so plucky, full of fight
How we fry, fry, fry foes with pylon light, knowing
We draw our strength from our courage and our friends
And surely we'll pull through in the end

"They're only lucky, that Wehnimer's town!"

Our town's so plucky, must be how we survive
Even Raelee Svala has no other theories why
Yet we still grow and thrive

And they'll see!
We're so plucky, full of fight
Enemies die, die, die when they attack at night, knowing
If we're still breathing, we rise up to defend
For surely we'll triumph in the end

We are so plucky
Riding high, high, high to protect what's right, knowing
Whenever needed, our inner strength will shine
And surely we'll triumph every time

== Leaked Criminal Notes on the Nefarious Knitter - by The Alleged Sapphire Guard ==

[[File:sapphireguard.png|375px|thumb|right|generated by MidJourney]]

'''OOC Disclaimer: No this is not actually written by a member of the Sapphire Guard. This an IC reimagining by the anonymous author of what might be in the point for giggles. It's a bit!'''

While trying our best to find someone, anyone to take the blame for the Princess’s death aside from Arditin’s niece, we have been gathering intelligence for the benefit of the Sun Throne on one known as the ‘Nefarious Knitter’.

We have found the following:

* She is a member of the Black Thorns, a terrorist organization devoted to the spread of vile anti-socialist ideologies such as ‘Democracy’ and ‘Equality’.

* This anti-imperialist agent was not available to kill the Princess as she was fighting a giant earth elemental with an entire town of witnesses. At that time Orelwen was pushing Kasendra off of a staircase or something. But Arditin does not like this lady.

* We can’t find her.

So in instead of pertinent information here is our information on the membership of the Black Thorns:

* The Black Thorns have an estimated 3,000 members trained in forty different martial arts lost from the days of Despana and the strength of a hundred demons.

* Their leader is one, Talliver Dabbins, the warlord of Silver Mule Trace. He wanted for his war crimes during the Griffon Sword War of creating vampires and wyrms. His lair is deep in the Hinterwilds, but he is easy to spot due to his thirteen foot hairy frame.

* His lieutenant is a real player in the Cult of Zelia and a rogue Palestra Blade named Yoshie. This deranged assassin’s trade mark is a squid branded to his hand, and the replacement of his victim’s nails with rails.

* The Talon, a half-elf pirate from Mist Harbor who enraged a column of Aldoran swamp-berserkers to march on the Shining City until a Knights of the Realm convinced diverted them into dying in a swamp. We suspect this is another anatomy based alias of Socius, because screw that guy.

* The red-haired, half-sylvan former leader of the Rooks and Mayor of Wehnimer’s Landing - Casiphia.

* An ottoman that Thadston threw so hard with his magic arms that it became sentient.

* A gnome under the alias, Dr. C

* Gurbah, who requires no further explanation.

We hope you find this information useful as we coverup the deaths of many of your suspects, I mean, subjects including your cousin.

== Faerinn for Envoy==

[[File:Faerinnenvoy1.png|375px|thumb|left|generated by MidJourney]]

[[File:Faerinnenvoy2.png|375px|thumb|right|generated by MidJourney]]

Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed members of the Wehnimer's Landing community, I rise before you today to advocate for Faerinn as the best candidate for councilor. Faerinn's remarkable qualities and unwavering dedication make them the ideal choice to represent our beloved town and ensure its prosperity.

First and foremost, Faerinn possesses a deep understanding of Wehnimer's Landing. Through their active involvement and extensive experience within the community, they have proven themselves to be well-versed in the town's rich history, its challenges, and its aspirations. This familiarity enables Faerinn to make informed decisions and take actions that truly benefit our town.

Furthermore, Faerinn is a natural leader with a genuine passion for community development. They have demonstrated an exceptional ability to bring people together, fostering a sense of unity and collaboration. By actively engaging with residents and soliciting their input, Faerinn ensures that the voices of the people are heard, and their concerns are addressed. Such inclusive leadership is essential for the growth and prosperity of Wehnimer's Landing.

Moreover, Faerinn's commitment to progress is unparalleled. They possess a forward-thinking mindset and are always seeking innovative solutions to enhance our town's infrastructure, economy, and overall quality of life. With Faerinn at the helm, Wehnimer's Landing can embrace advancements while staying true to its unique character, ensuring a thriving and sustainable future.

Lastly, Faerinn's integrity and transparency set them apart as a councilor. They prioritize open communication and accountability, keeping residents informed about important decisions and actively seeking their feedback. This level of transparency builds trust and empowers the community, fostering a stronger bond between the councilor and the people they represent.

In conclusion, Faerinn's deep understanding of Wehnimer's Landing, their inclusive leadership style, their commitment to progress, and their integrity make them the ideal candidate for councilor. By electing Faerinn, we can be confident that our town will be in capable hands, working tirelessly to ensure our collective success. Let us rally behind Faerinn and together create a brighter future for Wehnimer's Landing.

User:DIEHLS

2023-07-03T11:53:01Z

DIEHLS: /* The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor */

{{creative-work | title = The Free North News Issue #4| type = Newspaper| author = Various}}

'''OOC Disclaimer: The following is about Empire, revolution, settler colonialism, and it’s many consequences. The opinions stated here are to be taken in character and should not be taken as out of character judgements. It is intended as in chracter rhetoric. Except that we should have a rolton cryptid. Oh and do not insert into any orifices. Or do, I’m just not legally responsible for it.'''

'''IC Disclaimer: The Black Thorns are more of a collective, and less of a organization with heirachy and a roster. Please do not take the perspective of one member to apply to all of us.'''

[[File:Freenorthnews.png|375px|thumb|Right|Created in Midjourney Edited by player of Ceilia & Dendum uploaded by player of Dendum]]

== The Faerinn Well, Notes from the Editor ==
[[File:Peoplesenvoy.jpg|375px|thumb|left|The People's Envoy, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]
'''OOC Disclaimer: The following are the in character views of Faerinn. While things may be embellished or exaggerated to help make a point or to entertain, the facts stated here are as far as Faerinn is aware true.'''
I call to those who call Wehnimer’s Landing home and thank you for once again putting up with another campaign by me.

I came here a refugee time and time again. People say I hate Imperials, but forget that I came here as one. And I went back to Talador time and time again only to be driven out by one half-human progrom after another. I thought Talador was my home, because I was born there. The Landing always took me back no questions asked. It took years after the destruction of Talador to realize that my real home was here all alone.

I don’t hate the people of the Empire. I don’t even hate the Empire itself Not What I hate are the machinations of Imperialism. The systems that oppress everyone in its borders from Sun Throne to South Haven. The mechanisms that produce great heros, but rewards the greatest villains. As Jovery fought Hochstib on our behalf, the Sentinal had no issue with also accepting Hochstib’s claims for for the Sun Throne. A system that can’t but help to subjugate and expand as the top of the pyramid hoard more and more resources.

I’ve lost so much to this machine. Loss that is incalculable and incomprehensible except to Aletoi from Bre’Nere. I watch the reactions from the Reach, and I don’t think I can do it again. I don’t have it in me to lose another home. That is how you can know I am genuine. This is my guarantee to serve you to the very best of my abilities.

Whether it was the intentional or not, once this position came up for a vote to the citizens of the Landing the position changed from someone who reports to the Mayor, Council, and Sentinal. This is a brand new position now that, one that is beholden not only to the voters, but all the residents of the Landing.

'''The People's Envoy.'''

I will be taking your concerns abroad not that of the Elites. I’m not taking just the Consortium’s concerns abroad, nor just the Empire’s, nor just the Mayors, but EVERYONES.

If you deem to have me, I will be your Envoy. To take your concerns and issues not only to Imperial interests, but to renew our languishing relationships to the North and the East.

'''Faerinn Greatsinger, Esq, of Talador and Loenthra'''

'''Rumor Woods, Koaratos, 5123'''

== News for the North! ==
[[File:FNNMalwindeatsrocks1.png|375px|thumb|right|Baron Malwind tries Rock Tending, generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

* Dwarven Emissaries Travel Across The Lands- Under the mountain the human empire is discussed but the dwarves decide to remain neutral for now.

* Icemule- A Dwarven Caravan is attacked. The Mayor plans to sends condolences to the mountain.

* Sol Haven- Rumors abound of children eating rocks after misunderstanding certain cultural oddities of Aldora.

* Wehnimer's Landing- Envoy selection takes place the world waits in anticipation to see who will speak for the Landing.

== Everything You're Dreaming ==
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Elidal's the greatest force of good you're ever seeing
We'd surely fall to ruin if not for his intervening
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Because of the parade of threats we've faced for many years
This Elidal is taking steps to now assuage our fears
And so one day he made a vow of some contentious prose
The biggest vow I've heard by now and this is how it goes:

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Hope and safety, wealth and wisdom, deeper inner meaning
He's the apex, he's the leadership that we've been needing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

Now, it might seem precocious, like your lives are a disgrace
Or it might seem atrocious, like your heroes die a waste
But all the blood shed by our fallen fighters need not fail
Just ally now with Elidal or it's to no avail

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Not to sound too grand or condescending or demeaning
But have you seen the trouble this frontier is always gleaning?
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

(You could say it nearly backwards:
Dreaming your everything will bring Darkstone of barony...
But that's going a bit too far, don't you think?)

So as you face down yet more wars you didn't need to fight
Reflect on Eli's words and how he'll be our shining light
You'd better ponder carefully since this could change your life
For example: a permanent stability that sees the end of strife

The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming
Lift you out of hopeless doubts and fears since they're deceiving
If you say it oft enough, you'll find yourself believing
The barony of Darkstone will bring everything you're dreaming

== Ask Lithyia ==

[[File:FNNcultsymbol1.png|375px|thumb|left|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Faerinn]]

'''Dear Lithyia'''

Every morning a dwarf smelling of liquor breaks into my shop and smashes all the vases claiming he is looking for “real gems”. I tried locking the doors, and barring the windows but he just passes through them like a ghost. Please advise.

Vaseless in Vornavis

'''Dear Vaseless in Vornavis,'''

Something I have learned over the years is that the fastest way to many dwarve’s hearts is through freshly made brew. I recommend you get your hands on a still and begin leaving “gifts” outside your shop for this dwarf. You should notice you no longer need to lock the doors or bar the windows because you will find them passed out drunk in front of your shop. You can then haul them off yourself or pay some youngin who needs a few silvers to do it for you. If you do not have access to a still, seek me out. I am a brewmaster and would be happy to craft some specialities just for you and this…situation.

Fresh brew is best brew!
Miss Lithy

'''Dear Lithyia,'''

I find myself in a most peculiar predicament—one that has left me pondering the ethics of my choices. You see, I have become entangled in an intriguing, yet probably evil, cult. The allure of their secret rituals and promises of enlightenment initially drew me in, but now I'm plagued with doubts. Should I stay in this malevolent cult, embracing its dark path, or should I break free from its clutches and seek a more morally upright existence? Please help me navigate this moral maze, Lithyia, for I fear I'm teetering on the edge of eternal damnation.

Sincerely,

Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics

'''Dear Torn Between Enlightenment and Ethics,'''

Having never been involved in a cult myself or having any experience related to them I must ponder on this a bit. Have they threatened you or someone you love? If so, I would suggest removing yourself from them as soon as possible. I might also recommend some new wrist, arm and ankle sheaths to carry additional…implements. One can never be too careful. As for whether you should seek a more morally upright existence, I don’t think you need to fully sacrifice who you may be as a person just because things didn’t work out the way you hoped with this group.

Regards,
Miss Lithy

== Turamzyrrian Empire's Dark Legacy Unveiled: Evil Cult Hiding in Solhaven Sends Assassins into the Free North ==

[[File:FNNDarklegacyarticle1.png|375px|thumb|right|generated by MidJourney, Prompt by Dendum]]

Byline: Dorper Eweherder

A dark cloud of treachery looms over the realm of Elanthia as the infamous Turamzyrrian Empire's troubled past comes to light once again. Known for its historical deeply ingrained racist policies and discriminatory practices, the empire now stands accused of shielding an insidious cult that has unleashed assassins into the once tranquil lands of the Free North. The revelation has sent shockwaves throughout the realm, exposing the Empire's complicity in this heinous plot.

For centuries, the Turamzyrrian Empire has held a notorious reputation for its divisive policies, fostering an environment of inequality and prejudice. Its discriminatory practices, targeting non-human races, have sown discord and resentment among the diverse populations of Elanthia. These issues have been made more troublesome when coupled with its militaristic campaigns of subjegation towards its neighbours.

Now, as the truth unravels, it has come to light that the empire has been sheltering and aiding an evil cult known as the Order of Eternal Light. This secretive and malevolent organization has dispatched assassins into the unsuspecting lands of the Free North, destabilizing the region and trying to strike fear and chaos among its inhabitants.

The Order of Eternal Light, notorious for their questionable membership and history of promoting the Lornon agenda, has found refuge within the empire's borders, shielded by its militaristic policies, authoritarian rule, and willful blindness. Their nefarious activities, supported by the Empire's resources and protection, have targeted key figures and leaders in the Free North, plunging the region into a state of wariness.

A group of courageous adventurers, driven by a relentless pursuit of justice, managed to peel back the layers of secrecy surrounding the Empire's unholy alliance with the Order of Eternal Light. Through their tenacious efforts, evidence linking high-ranking Empire Sympathizer to the cult's activities came to light, exposing the empire's complicity in this sinister plot.

We thank those brave souls who were former and current members of the Order who risked their lives helping expose the corruption.

The revelation has ignited a firestorm of outrage and condemnation throughout the Free North and beyond. Leaders and communities have united in their denouncement of the empire's aggressive stance in the sovereign territory of other people and its collaboration with an evil cult. Calls for justice and swift action reverberate through the halls of free people everywhere, demanding accountability for those responsible.

In response to mounting accusations, the Turamzyrrian Empire's representatives will scramble to distance themselves from the scandal, issuing statements condemning the cult's actions and denying any knowledge of their collaboration. However, the people of the Free North and the realm at large will remain skeptical, seeing these claims as a feeble attempt to salvage the empire's past reputation in light of recent efforts to rebrand itself.

As tensions escalate between the Free North and the Turamzyrrian Empire, Elanthia stands on the brink of an epic confrontation. The Free North, known for its resilience and commitment to justice, rallies its forces in a united front against the empire's tyranny. With swords raised and magic at their disposal, they stand ready to face the combined might of the empire and the Order of Eternal Light, vowing to restore peace and expose the truth.

The fate of Elanthia hangs in the balance as the forces of darkness threaten to engulf the realm. Will the Free North succeed in reclaiming its autonomy and defeating the evil that has been nurtured by the empire's feudal policies? Only time will tell, as the realm braces itself for an epic clash between justice and oppression.

== The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor ==

[[File:FNNRWad1.png|375px|thumb|left|Advertisement, generated by MidJourney, prompt by Dendum]]

The Ord An Dragan: Guardians of Unity and Honor

Deep in the heart of Wehnimer's Landing, an organization flourishes, embodying the principles of unity, strength, and honor. They are the Ord An Dragan, a revered clan that has etched its name in the annals of history as stalwart protectors of the realm.

Forged in the fires of chaos, the Ord An Dragan emerged during the Age of Chaos, when a battle raged at Shadow Guard. In an unprecedented display of unity, a diverse alliance formed, consisting of Dwarves, Giantmen, Elven Houses, Humans, Sylvans, Halflings, and many others. This union, a testament to the power of collaboration, turned the tide of war, forever changing the course of the realm's destiny.

Witnessing the transformative impact of this alliance, the members of the Ord An Dragan clan embraced their role as custodians of unity. They understood that strength lay not in isolation, but in the harmonious integration of different races and creeds. Their numbers and influence grew, establishing them as the last line of defense for the survival of Elanthia.

Through the ages, the Ord An Dragan clan quietly and steadfastly fulfilled their sacred duty. They became the watchful eyes, the meticulous record keepers, and the nurturing force behind the values they held dear. From the discovery of the Gnomes to the arrivals of the Erithians and Aelotoi, the Ord An Dragan clan stood witness to these pivotal events, safeguarding the fragile balance of the realm.

When the Aelotoi were attacked by the Kiramon, it was the Ord An Dragan clan who joined forces with the Ta’Illistim guards to defend them. This marked the first official record of their presence in the environs of Ta’Illistim. However, it was in Wehnimer's Landing that they found their true home—a haven for diversity due to its status as a port city and its proximity to various lands.

Embodying the creed established by the Drakes, the Ord An Dragan clan became arbiters of justice and cultivators of honor. Within their ranks, individuals found a sanctuary where their potentials were nurtured and protected. The unity of their powers, akin to the might of a dragon, fortified their resolve to safeguard the realm.

In the face of waning dragon numbers, the Ord An Dragan took up the mantle of guardianship. They pledged to honor the strength in unity, working tirelessly to ensure the coexistence of all races and the triumph of righteousness. Monthly meetings, though sometimes dismissed as "borin'" by a few immature members, serve as a testament to the clan's commitment to fostering unity, sharing wisdom, and upholding their cherished values.

Today, the Ord An Dragan stands as a shining beacon in Wehnimer's Landing, a symbol of unity and honor. They have dedicated themselves to the well-being of the realm, protecting it from the encroachment of darkness. In their footsteps, new generations are guided and inspired to carry forward the legacy of the Ord An Dragan, preserving the realm's harmony and safeguarding its future.

May their noble endeavors continue to inspire all who seek a world built upon unity, strength, and honor.

== Help Wanted and Classifieds ==

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Ever wondered how to navigate a crowded ball room?<br>
Need help chosing between two suitors?<br>
Ask the questions you are afraid to ask and get expert advice!<br>
Mail your questions to Lithyia! Confidentiality guaranteed! <br>
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Looking for someone with experience forming a mercenary unit to help build an organization dedicated to the protection of the landing. Both sign on bonus and monthly silvers available. Pay based on performance! – Seek out the Black Thorns.

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Manicures done by the Blade of the Faendryl!<br>
Multiple Colors to choose from, it's not just nails it's an experience!<br>
See Yardie for Details!<br>
Award Winning Ale! <br>
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Do not forget to Vote <BR>
They can not take away your voice! <BR>
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Halfing dignitary in need of escort to Icemule<br>
Looking fer sum help on gettin up to da mule!<br>
Seek out the Adventure Guild for more Details<br>
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Come by your local bowyer and try out our fantastic woods for sale!

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== The Tale of (Failed Mayoral Candidate) Old Dom - by by Anon Imus Bystendar ==

[[File:olddom.png|375px|thumb|left|generated by MidJourney]]

He sat by the fireside, the stoutest table in Helga’s tavern supporting his massive frame, holding court over the assorted rabble, Shanty Town friends and nemeses looking on with admiration, disdain, or a dash of both. Dominucci the Elder, Old Dom to most and Hairy Dom to those wanting a punch in the face, surveyed the crowded bar before him.

Tonight was Dom’s night, his candidacy for mayor was to begin here amongst his people. He threw back his beer, slammed the empty mug on the table, and pounded the table with his massive paw of a hand to gain the room’s attention.

“Aye, bet yas wonder why it is I be here tonight?”

From deep across the bar came the first retort. ``Old Dom, ya arse, you be here with your soused self every damn night. What you harp’n on abouts this eve?”

Dom nodded to the voice in the crowd. “Tonight be special. Tonight I bark on a new journey.”

Another voice cut him off. “Yas some kinda weredog nows?”

“No, it’s what ‘em fancy folks say when they be start’n things. They be bark’n on journeys and adventures and all that.”

“Dommy boy, why ‘tem richie riches bark’n so much at ‘tings ‘tere?”

It dawned on Old Dom that if he didn’t take the room back here and now that he might lose control of his messaging. Perhaps he shouldn’t have started his campaign at 3am in a bar.

“Shut yas traps, ya arseholes, I be run’n for mayor.

A young boy closer to his table spit out his beer laughing. “Old Dom, you ain’t run’n anywhere. You is a bit portly for all that, eh?”

Dom sighed the first of what would be many. “Nah, that’s what thems folks says when yas try to be mayor. Yas gotta run for mayor and get them votes from the likes of yas.”

The boy’s friend chimed in “So it be like a race? Yas mayor peoples gotta run around the town? I gots my money on that Amos one, he’ll rig it.”

“It ain’t a race!” He slammed his fist down on the table and the crowd quieted some. “I’m here tonight to get me campaign go’n and tells yas about me platform.”

Stinky Tom’s brother, sensing Dom’s souring mood, ventured to raise a hand. Dom nodded for him to proceed with his question, finally content at some order in the room.

“If yas need a platform, mayhaps yas can use the stage the next room over.”

Old Dom lowered his head to the table for a moment, but gathered himself and pressed on. “I wanna be the next mayor ‘round these parts. So I wanna tell yas all what I’m think’n we should be do’n.”

A half-elf over by the bar laughed. “I heard yas gots a garbage service now, gonna clean up the town, yeah?”

Dom nodded. “Aye, some fancy lady was complaining ‘bout all them trash from them politics peoples, figured I could make a coin or two help’n the town…” A voice cut him short from somewhere he couldn’t see.

“Ain’t you part of the group write’n all them things anyways? You make’n all that trash in the first place! Smart business make’n all that garbage and then pick’n it up for coins! This be like when you trained all them raccoons!”

His political team, a squat man named Jarv that was either a short human or tall dwarf, handed him a fresh frothy mug, while he shook his head at the last assertion. “Allegedly…”

Dom took another deep pull from his mug.

“Well is you a Black Thorn or not?”

Another voice cut off his response. “Nah, I heard him a Rook, that one, one of em’s key members. He was there on that bust-up night, but them just thought he was a furry cloak on a tall coat hanger.” The entire room burst out laughing.

Dom took another drink.

A Sylvan lady, sitting full-up on the bar itself, chimed in over the roar. “Ain’t what I heard, I heard old Dom here be Aldoran. Joined his brethren in marching his arse to the gates of them half-heights in dwarf town demanding to punch elves as Imperial retri’buting.”

Dom took another drink.

“I heard Dom loves Amos so much he was try’n out to be one of them Lightning Ladybugs of his.”

Dom ordered another.

“Oi, I heard he consorts with Manrolt by the pale moonlight!”

Dom downed two mugs in rapid succession.

“I ‘eard he IS Manrolt!”

Dome chugged two more and motioned for replenishment.

“I seen him on that Bodack’s ship, he was part of dat rogue Imperial crew dat killed all our brothers in the boats and docks.” The room started to boo him in unison.

Dom signalled for some stronger swill.

“Nah, I ‘eard he captured that Bodie man, took his ship. Uses it to trade wit ‘em Four Wind Lands people.”

Dom threw back a shot of rotgut whiskey.

“Dom a Reiver, yas can see it in his shifty eyes!”

Dom tossed back as many shots as he could find near his person.

“Nah, I heard he be a failed squire for one o’dem knightly orders!”

With the last bit of energy he had left, he looked at the crowd. “Aye, if I have yas vote, I can be whatevers yas need of me. Yas want me to be a friend of the Empire on Volnes, I’ll cozy right on up to that Ely Doll and tell’im what a great Empire he gots. On Tilamaires I gots my bird mask for them sneaky business, Leyan for some Thorns pamphlets tell’n Ely Doll to shove it, but on Niiman I be pick’n em same flyers up for them people in them towers outside town complain’n about al them trashes. On the Day of the Huntress, I can dress up as Manrolt, with Feastday for dinning with the Lich King, and Restday I be help’n Amos cook the books in my Lightning Ladybug costume.” He looked at them all, completely exasperated.

For the first time all evening, the bar was silent.

“Oi, Dommy Boy, when in ‘teh Gods yas gonna find time in all ‘tat ‘tere to help us Land’n folk?”

That was the last thing Old Dom heard as his head hit the table. He awoke the next day slumped over about a fallen man’s distance from where he had started his political dreams, It was about 4 o’clock that next evening. The cutoff for registering as a mayoral candidate had passed at noon. He raised his hand to order a fresh one, and Helga sighed, adding it to his massive tab.

== Tennalnen Campaign Announcement ==
People of Wehnimer's Landing!

I, Tennalnen Silverstar, announce my campign for Regional Envoy of Wehnimer's Landing. Most of you do not know me, nor do I know you, and this is a good thing. As Regional Envoy it will be my job to listen and hear what all peoples have to say, and bring their word back to the government of Landing for discussion. I make only one promise, I promise to listen to the people and bring their words to the leadership. I cannot promise change, I cannot promise action, but I will do my best to ensure the voice of ALL people is taken into account.

My platform is simple:
A fresh face, a fresh perspective, an open mind.

A fresh face: I am new, unknown to many, untried compared to my fellow applicants. I have not seen the dead rise during the reign of the Lich King. I did not stand beside or against Grishom Stone. I did not pick a side during the recent territorial disputes in Town. I have no history with the North, the East, or any of our other neighbors except Bourth where I was raised.

A fresh perspective: I have not lived here for long, and in my time in Wehnimer's Landing I have heard many views. I have listened to those varied voices and I have considered them. While I cannot claim to know which view is correct, I can provide an ear to listen, and a voice to speak their words to the leaders of Landing.

An open mind: My beliefs are my own, as are yours. This region is populated by a variety of races, cultures, and religious beliefs, not all of which can agree on things. I promise to listen, and pass along all views presented to me as representative of Wehnimer's Landing, with no judgement or biased towards those who present themselves appropriately.

Vote Tennalnen Silverstar for Regional Envoy of Wehnimer's Landing in 5123!

== The Plucky Town - by Leafiara ==

This is a story about a town that's plucky!

Invaders charge in, full of bloodlust,
Assailing us from all around
A rain-soaked battle where heroes rush,
Rallying back to stand our ground

They'll say: "Aren't they fiery, that Wehnimer's town?"
And they'll see...

We're so plucky, full of fight,
How we try, try, try using all our might, knowing
Evil forces disrupt our every plan
But surely we'll pull through in the end

The Landing standing: a mystery
Besieged by threats on every side
But our blades keep whirling and our spells keep swirling
Relentless and we'll always turn the tide

They'll say: "Aren't they crazy, that Wehnimer's town?"
And they'll see...

We're so plucky, full of fight
How we fry, fry, fry foes with pylon light, knowing
We draw our strength from our courage and our friends
And surely we'll pull through in the end

"They're only lucky, that Wehnimer's town!"

Our town's so plucky, must be how we survive
Even Raelee Svala has no other theories why
Yet we still grow and thrive

And they'll see!
We're so plucky, full of fight
Enemies die, die, die when they attack at night, knowing
If we're still breathing, we rise up to defend
For surely we'll triumph in the end

We are so plucky
Riding high, high, high to protect what's right, knowing
Whenever needed, our inner strength will shine
And surely we'll triumph every time

== Leaked Criminal Notes on the Nefarious Knitter - by The Alleged Sapphire Guard ==

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'''OOC Disclaimer: No this is not actually written by a member of the Sapphire Guard. This an IC reimagining by the anonymous author of what might be in the point for giggles. It's a bit!'''

While trying our best to find someone, anyone to take the blame for the Princess’s death aside from Arditin’s niece, we have been gathering intelligence for the benefit of the Sun Throne on one known as the ‘Nefarious Knitter’.

We have found the following:

* She is a member of the Black Thorns, a terrorist organization devoted to the spread of vile anti-socialist ideologies such as ‘Democracy’ and ‘Equality’.

* This anti-imperialist agent was not available to kill the Princess as she was fighting a giant earth elemental with an entire town of witnesses. At that time Orelwen was pushing Kasendra off of a staircase or something. But Arditin does not like this lady.

* We can’t find her.

So in instead of pertinent information here is our information on the membership of the Black Thorns:

* The Black Thorns have an estimated 3,000 members trained in forty different martial arts lost from the days of Despana and the strength of a hundred demons.

* Their leader is one, Talliver Dabbins, the warlord of Silver Mule Trace. He wanted for his war crimes during the Griffon Sword War of creating vampires and wyrms. His lair is deep in the Hinterwilds, but he is easy to spot due to his thirteen foot hairy frame.

* His lieutenant is a real player in the Cult of Zelia and a rogue Palestra Blade named Yoshie. This deranged assassin’s trade mark is a squid branded to his hand, and the replacement of his victim’s nails with rails.

* The Talon, a half-elf pirate from Mist Harbor who enraged a column of Aldoran swamp-berserkers to march on the Shining City until a Knights of the Realm convinced diverted them into dying in a swamp. We suspect this is another anatomy based alias of Socius, because screw that guy.

* The red-haired, half-sylvan former leader of the Rooks and Mayor of Wehnimer’s Landing - Casiphia.

* An ottoman that Thadston threw so hard with his magic arms that it became sentient.

* A gnome under the alias, Dr. C

* Gurbah, who requires no further explanation.

We hope you find this information useful as we coverup the deaths of many of your suspects, I mean, subjects including your cousin.

== Faerinn for Envoy==

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Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed members of the Wehnimer's Landing community, I rise before you today to advocate for Faerinn as the best candidate for councilor. Faerinn's remarkable qualities and unwavering dedication make them the ideal choice to represent our beloved town and ensure its prosperity.

First and foremost, Faerinn possesses a deep understanding of Wehnimer's Landing. Through their active involvement and extensive experience within the community, they have proven themselves to be well-versed in the town's rich history, its challenges, and its aspirations. This familiarity enables Faerinn to make informed decisions and take actions that truly benefit our town.

Furthermore, Faerinn is a natural leader with a genuine passion for community development. They have demonstrated an exceptional ability to bring people together, fostering a sense of unity and collaboration. By actively engaging with residents and soliciting their input, Faerinn ensures that the voices of the people are heard, and their concerns are addressed. Such inclusive leadership is essential for the growth and prosperity of Wehnimer's Landing.

Moreover, Faerinn's commitment to progress is unparalleled. They possess a forward-thinking mindset and are always seeking innovative solutions to enhance our town's infrastructure, economy, and overall quality of life. With Faerinn at the helm, Wehnimer's Landing can embrace advancements while staying true to its unique character, ensuring a thriving and sustainable future.

Lastly, Faerinn's integrity and transparency set them apart as a councilor. They prioritize open communication and accountability, keeping residents informed about important decisions and actively seeking their feedback. This level of transparency builds trust and empowers the community, fostering a stronger bond between the councilor and the people they represent.

In conclusion, Faerinn's deep understanding of Wehnimer's Landing, their inclusive leadership style, their commitment to progress, and their integrity make them the ideal candidate for councilor. By electing Faerinn, we can be confident that our town will be in capable hands, working tirelessly to ensure our collective success. Let us rally behind Faerinn and together create a brighter future for Wehnimer's Landing.