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{{creative-work | title = The Free North News Issue #4| type = Newspaper| author = Various}}
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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.'''
'''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 heirachy and a roster. Please do not take the perspective of one member to apply to all of us.'''


'''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: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.
== The Faerinn Well, Notes from the Editor ==
'''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.'''


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.
[[File:Faerinnwell.jpg|375px|thumb|left|The Editor hard at work, generated by MidJourney]]


"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.
''And if there is no one left to run against him then I will.''


"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!"
'''Faerinn Greatsinger, Esq, of Talador and Loenthra'''


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.
'''Faerinn's Den, Ivastean 31, 5123'''


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.
''Editor's Note: Calls for neutrality in the upcoming Imperial-Reiver conflict seem to have aged very poorly in the time since first drafting this to publication. So please see this as less of an appeal to the Town Council for neutrality, but an appeal to the common citizen.''


== News for the North! ==
==The Faerinn Well: The Otter and the Sun==
- Nothing happens in the realm of Vornavis, rumors of any conflict between the elven nations and the merciless human empire appear to be greatly exaggerated...the recent trend in the launching point for nothern invasions appears to be talking about Aldoran Rocktending.
- Samfelt the traitor- The majority of former councilors and a former mayor were found in the Rusty Cutlass and accused of being Rooks after the traitor Samfelt turned them in! No doubt the empire will award him with more titles in the future!
- A Ceremony of Mourning was Conducting in the landing for those killed by Bodohol- Silvers were collected for the families of the deceased. Thirty One dead due to the failures of the imperial navy.
- Giant things in Icemule- Icemule has had ongoing talks with several giant tribes of the north, things look to be heating up in the great north...literally because there is also rumors of a new volcano!
- The Landing has a new mayor! The North said goodbye and good riddance to metal man! Alendrial is now the pinnacle of the landing, Thadston is the rump of a rolton.


[[File:otterandthesun.png|375px|thumb|left|generated by MidJourney, prompt by Faerinn's Player]]
== The Empire's Peace - by Dendum ==


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:
Traitors, the landing is awash with this word. From Samfelt to councilors the north knows traitors and the Malwind is eager to heap praise on any willing to turn a dagger on their northern kin. However besides a small handful of weak-willed with ill-intent, the North stands united.


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.
Empire likes it when the North turns against itself, look at the glee in their eyes as we fall upon the Reivers. Look at the joy as Sablo rips limb from body of the farmers under the mountain. Who will they claim is our enemy next simply because they do not want Empire? Perhaps it will be the Faendryl or the Dhe’nar, perhaps the Dwarves or the Kobolds, most likely it will be someone you do not call foe today but do not worry Empire will be here to explain to you why you are wrong. Every voice in the north opposed to Empire is forced to be our foe?


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.
We have the new Mayor. This is good because of the options she was the best. However even this former Mother of Rooks wishes the landing to act as a slave showing off for masters in the hopes we are treated well. She denounces those few voices from Icemule that have an opinion while ignoring the deafening chorus for Solhaven screeching like banshees.


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.
THIS is Truth, for every warrior from Solhaven with a head up the empire’s rear, who the Malwind’s state is equal to a dozen normal warriors, Icemule has sent the same year after year to protect the Landing. They should be recognized as equal friends or equal foes but they are not different, they are not better or worse because of the direction they come from.


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.”
THIS is Truth, our militia is seen by many to be the right hand of empire. Corrupt and in bed with the Southlanders, a lesser shadow of other organizations in the North when it should be the core of the north’s defense. Many wish to join in defense of the landing but will not join to be the lesser shadow of Knights and Barons.


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.
THIS is Truth, the protectorate still hangs as a chain around the neck of the Landing. As long as it remains there is no talk of “partnership” just as there is no partnership between slave and master there is only levels of servitude. The protectorate could be abolished tomorrow with no ill effect on any of Empire but it can not remain without ill effect on the Landing. Which of you will Empire snatch up for fake justice in corrupt southern courts? Which merchant will have trade stopped because it does not favor Empire?


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.
“We are all Rooks” they shout in the streets…and this is truth because we are all constantly having to watch over backs and shoulders for the next imperial aggression, the next enemy of Empire, the next Baron’s worthless words……we are all Rooks but we did not all chose to be.
-Dendum the Wind in the Willow


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?”
== Peace, for the Landing - by Tikba ==


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.
''Since the writing of this letter, it has been made clear in the Council Chambers that there is no appetite for peace. As such, this letter is moot. I choose to include it only as a reminder that there was an opportunity to protect Wehnimer's Landing. -Tikba''


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


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.”
All the citizens of Wehnimer's Landing should give thanks to Sir Bristenn Mires and the Order of the Azure Sun for their promise to safeguard and protect the settlers of Darkstone Barony. These valiant knights can be relied upon unquestioningly to ensure the safety of the settlers.


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.
We must also be grateful for the sagacity and charity of Lady Athalia Malwind, who has opened the gates of Vornavis to any settlers of Darkstone who prefer a safe and warm bed to the rude comforts and certain dangers of the frontier. Those settlers who feel that the reivers present too grave a danger will know now that they can safely retreat to a barony that is already established and ready to provide refuge to any in need.


==News for the North==
Although Haidan has offered us the chance to keep the Landing and its people safe, any of us might feel an obligation to sacrifice that safety in order to protect the settlers, if they stood alone and without recourse against the reivers. But they are neither alone nor without recourse. They have behind them the full might and wealth of the Turamzyrrian Empire. We need have no fear, nor feel any obligation.
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 krolvin 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==
With the security of the settlers guaranteed by the strong right arms of the Empire, we may turn our thoughts instead to the security of our own people, who need protection more than ever after suffering the depredations of Gnul. For many of us, the Landing's defense is our paramount responsibility and concern. Sir Mires and Lady Malwind have offered us a chance to at one stroke secure the safety of Wehnimer's Landing, preventing countless deaths and needless bloodshed and destruction. All we must do is nothing.
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
Tell Haidan that Wehnimer's Landing will remain neutral, and victory is ours.


To the Editor,<br>
Tikba
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
== Ask Lithyia ==
== '''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?
'''Dear Lithyia,'''


'''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.
I heard you were a knittah. I, too, enjoy a good yarn. I figured since we had knittin in common I could trust ya opinion. I thought to meself, I said, “Self,” (cause that's what I call meself) yas need to get an objectionable opinion, yas need an Outside opinion and since the burial, yas haven't gone back Outside so yas opinion is not the needed kind right now. Where to begin? Sorry but I had to pour meself a dram or two before I got the quill in hand. Mite be four drams if I'm being honest but whose countin? Now if ya still readin me ramblin, gottaluvya child yas a good sort. Course I news you were a good egg when I heard ya were a knittah.
So it was a few nites ago now. I was knittin away by the fire. Musta nodded off cause I woke with such a start! Me dag was barkin and yappin like he had something to say. So I made me way to the cabin door where he was sniffin and scratching like he needed to go outside. I opened tha door and instead of waitin for me like usual, that little pup shot rite out into the dark. I waited a spell but he didnt return. I was poorly dressed for the cool weather but I couldn't leave him outside the rest of the nite, now could I?
Must have been wandering for a good bit cause I could feel the cold seepin into me bones by the time I sees it. Brother Wuldreth sez I'm mistaken. Brother Wuldreth sez I need to put down me whiskey but I knows what I saw or rather I knows what I didn't see. I didnt see no rolton! It was a rolton-but-it-was-notta-rolton. It was rite over Yonder. Yonder's me dag you see, on account of him who was always yawning. Sleepiest dag I ever did know but he aint yawnin no more...
Cause that Notta-rolton was loomin over Yonder and then tha Notta-rolton exploded! I swears to all the gads in the Lands, web slingin scarabs came outta the Notta-rolton and I am shamed to admit it but I ran. I dont think I ever did run so fast in all me years, ya woulda thought some mage cast a speedyup spell on me. In the mornin, I went back out and I found Old Yonder. Brother Wuldreth sez he don't bring back dags, cats neither but I dont care bout felines cause they tear up me knittin somethin fierce. I just want Yonder back. Isn't it like prejudicial to only resurrect people? Yonder was like people to me, miss. Can ya talk to Brother Wuldreth for me, for Yonder's sake? Brother Wuldreth sez I need to give him my whiskey and join the Order of Voln for spiritual protection but I won't give up my whiskey for nothin. Whiskey's all I gots now. Unless mebbe you can convince Brother Wuldreth.


'''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?
Signed I Dont Give A Dram Cause I'm Not Over Yonder


'''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.
'''Dear "I Don't Give a Dram",'''


'''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?
First, I'd like to offer my most sincere condolences on the loss of Old Yonder. I too have a beloved pet, he's a packrat and while he is a nasty little wretch who bites, scratches and flings poo, I love him dearly. I would be distraught if something happened to him.


'''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.
AS for Brother Wuldreth, I make this plea, if you can bring back Old Yonder, I shall fix you some of the finest whiskey you ever did taste. I do ask though that if you restore Old Yonder, you do so in his entirety. We do not need any of that lich business, especially lich dogs. I mean, do you have to take a lich dog for walks? What does a lich dog eat? Do lich dogs need to use spots in the yard for their business and does that business need to be cleaned up? I do not know the answers here and I do not think any of us would like to find out.


'''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?
Best of luck to you and Old Yonder!


'''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.
[[File:nefariousknitters.png|375px|thumb|Right|A circle of nefarious knitters, generated by MidJourney]]


'''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?
Miss Lithy


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


'''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?
I’ve been stranded in this strange castle for some time now. I am the captive of a beast that calls himself the Manrolt. My condition is perhaps better than you’d imagine, as my needs are attended to by an odd and jovial support staff that though strangely and horrifically accursed still manage to burst into song as they carry on with their daily duties. But that is neither here nor there.


'''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.
My issue is that I think I’m falling for this Manrolt. He’s stunningly handsome for a half-man, half-rolton abomination, and I sense a deepness to his soul that I’ve never found in Landing men or those prissy southron folk yapping on about chivalry this and that. Yes, Manrolt is sometimes prone to beastly outbursts and has wildly destructive tendencies, but there is something beautiful in those alluring eyes, and he sometimes demonstrates great kindness when not ripping apart all the castle’s furniture with his teeth and kicking over bureaus.


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.
I want to believe this is more than just the “rolton fever” as we locals say, and to be honest, he’s less beastly in demeanour than most Shanty Town men, though quite a bit furrier–well, not furrier than Old Dom, oddly. Perhaps Old Dom is cursed as well, but I think that’s just the curse of two hirsute parents?


We pray to the Great Spirits that one day we can study something less annoying than the empire of humans.
Anyways, should I stay here in this castle with the Manrolt? Am I being silly in finding love in a cursed monster of a man? Is there something I can build on here, or is life better with the Toothless Joes and Old Doms of the realm?


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.''
-Manrolt Hostage


<br>
'''Dear Manrolt Hostage,'''
<br>
<br>


<br>
This sounds like a tale as old as time...or just something Old Dom would tell during one of his drunken rants.


Regardless, if this creature is truly half-rolton I wonder if yarn could be procured from his fur. Did you know that rolton wool makes a half-decent winter yarn? It's nowhere near as plush as pashmina yarn but it can get the job done in a pinch.


I digress, personally I would not remain with a half-man, half-rolton, but if this is what your heart wishes, who am I to tell you otherwise? If you choose to stay, I recommend secretly gathering some of his fur while he sleeps and then selling it as yarn on the black market in ShantyTown. It should fetch you a decent enough profit in case you require the means to leave him one day.


Anyway, I wish you the best of luck and if things don't work out, try to abscond with some of the singing support staff.


Regards,
Miss Lithy


== The Lies of Athalia Malwind - by Dendum ==


''Editor's Note: I would feel remissed if I did not point out that many of these points have been addressed by Lady Athalia Malwind in a Charlatos 5123 court session in Vornavis.[[https://gswiki.play.net/Nations_on_the_Brink_(storyline)/recaps#03.19.2023 |(link)]]''


We hear the lies seeping out of Vornavis about the Landing, about those who seek Freedom. We hear the lies of Athalia Aricia Malwind daughter of Vornavis.


It is hard to tell if these are lies born of the same malice that creeps into he veins of Jovery, lies born to promote the expansion of power or if this is the lies of a human born into a palace who has never seen the darkness that is her own empire.


Where was Vornavis when Talador was at the gates of the landing killing our children?** Silent and Distant.**


Where was Vornavis when Hendor was inside the gates of the landing killing our children? **Silent and Distant.**


Where was Vornavis when Talador came again in the guise of Chaston and started rounding up the Hathlyn? **Silent and Distant.**


Where was Vornavis when the Krolvin amassed an armada and was killing the people of the north? **Silent and Distant. **


But now we have the Athalia Aricia Malwind and Vornavis is not silent. It speaks. It says “Why do you not open up your lands to these poor refugees?”


She says this as she sits upon acres upon acres of abandoned farms and lands that are much more likely to produce a bountiful harvest that are not being used.** However this is not about finding the best home for refugees, a task that would be much easier done in any other place in the vast empire of the humans….this is about expanding the borders of the human empire. For clearly the former could be done in any number of ways in many safer areas, with much less danger to the survivors of Talador if the latter was not the real goal.


She says this even as we in the north know that this is not refugees from Talador but from across the empire, including many from inside Vornavis itself!


Kasendra Malwind Malwind would not have sent the refugees from Talador into the dangerous north to die in great numbers when there is relatively safe lands so close to Vornavis they could easily make a home in and be content AND safe. Kaesandra Malwind would weep at the decisions of Jovery and the blind ignorance of Athalia Arcicia Malwind. Would that we still had her wisdom to guide us instead of the pampered ignorance now sitting in the court of Vornavis.


Do not speak to us of Moral High Grounds, the only High Ground the empire has is the one it takes as it climbs atop the mountain of the dead left in its wake. Do not lecture us on opening our door when you bar yours and hide behind massive walls letting your own fields go fallow.


~ Freedom in the North


== Help Wanted/Classifieds ==


== The Search for Manrolt Continues - by Meonard Meemoy ==


[[File:Manrolt3.png|375px|thumb|left|generated by MidJourney]]


I had every intention of delving into the darkest depths of Darkstone Castle this month in search of answers to its sudden regional interest, to learn what evils lurk within, and to speak of its history as a potential connection to Lornon. But the dark and mysterious forces at work (and play) in the shadows of Elanthia have no care of schedules and plans. And so my ears for hearing the abnormal, peculiar, and inexplicable of these lands has instead given me a bout of fever, Manrolt Fever, that is…


Since I last spoke to those men in Helga’s a month ago, so too has the fever continued sweeping through Wehnimer's Landing, with sightings and rumors swirling about:


“Who dropped eighty-some odd bottles of alcohol in front of the Landing bank? Why, it was Manrolt of course it was!”


“Who freed a new breed of roltons from the clutches of Imperial herding? Why, it was Manrolt!”


“Who is my husband cheating on? Surely it’s Manrolt and his deviously alluring magics!”


Everything and anything these days fall under the Manrolt’s purview, and he has become a folk hero around the poorer sections of the Landing, especially in Shanty Town. Which is why today I found myself meeting Sally Slowhand in that very place, organizer of the first annual Landing Manrolt Festival. I introduced myself as we walked together stepping over sewer ditches and avoiding the urchins wildly pawing at my fastened bags for anything they might rip free of my person.


“Aye, they call me Sally Slowhand.” She nods a strong affirmation. “But don’t you be gett’n no weird thinkings about that.


“Is that your nickname?”


“Nay, my grandpa was a bard but he was simple, eh, couldn’t play the mandolin worth a damn. Ya’d sit there for a rowdy pub song, and that arse be there slowly pluck’n along like he fell off a cart and bashed his head as a child and music and instrumentashuns was new to ‘im. ‘Twas true though, he done that of’en, even as’s grown man, eh, always fall’n off carts.”


As her words sunk in, a loud ringing sound signalled the commencement of festivities by Shanty Town’s soup lines. A nearby unseen band struck up a slow but jovial tune to signal the start of…something. I asked Sally a bit more about why this was all happening and organizing this festival. “So do ya see the Manrolt as some kind of God? Why isn’t he just like any of the other creatures out there like a cockatrice or something of that sort.”


Sally looked at me like I had two heads. “Oi, Manrolt ain’t no stare chicken, ya crazy there?”


“Well, i meant, why do you see divinity in Manrolt as opposed to just being your average creature out there in the wilds?”


She continued to peer quizzically at me. “Manrolt be half offa rolt and half offa man, he ain’t no oh-possum. Ya sure ya some kinda school man there? I guess cause ya got the long ears that ya got that extra time in the schools, maybes?”


My questioning yielded little, but luckily my line of queries were broken by a large man dressed in a suit of rolton wool with a hastily constructed shoddy mask of mismatched horns and patchwork fur and glued-on dry river grass shambling up over the rise of a hill ahead of us. Surrounding him, small children danced about, intermingled with musicians playing an assortment of instruments as the jovial tune began increasing its tempo to match the growing festivities. A growing crowd of Shanty Town peoples began cheering the approaching gaggle. Sally helped explain what I was seeing.


“Ya might be think’n to yas ‘wow there, that’s a real deal Manrolt I be see’n there!” She nodded to herself happily. “But wez hardly dun a damn thing. That’s just Old Dom in that suit. Man so hairy, don’t much need a suit. We crafted a mask a’course, Dom ain’t got no horns and all that.”


I grimaced at the thought of a normal man so hairy as to look nearly as a beast. I apologize to you, the reader, as we Sylvans are incapable of such shaggy hair growth, and I find it mildly horrifying. The Manrolt continued his revelrous march surrounded by the prancing children and melodious musicians. They came to the first door of one of the neighbouring shanties and knocked. The Manrolt, Old Dom I’m told, doing his best impression of a thunderous Manrolt bleat. The door flew open and the dilapidated household’s children hurled turnips, carrots, and potatoes at the Manrolt figure’s head, nearly knocking the poor man over. I looked at Sally in confusion.


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“I thought they liked Manrolt?”
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“Aye, they love’im. But the wee ones get their jollies in smacking Old Dom upside the head there with them veggies, eh?” I watched the “Old Dom” Manrolt recover from his assailing and scoop up the vegetables into a big potato sack before proceeding to the next home, where he is attacked once again by jovial children out for blood.
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“So what will he do with all those vegetables?”
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How many times is this town going to let that murderous traitor come back?<br>
Sally nodded. “Yeah, we gonna put it all in a pot, boil up a good soup for them peoples ‘ere. Have good day, break out a bit of whiskey ‘n rum, dance, all that. Ya know, be’in festive, eh? Townp people gotta drink and dance to make new town people, ya know? Manrolt a good reason as any!”
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Erithi dignitary in need of escort to Zul<br>
I nod to the wisdom Sally is able to offer despite her lack of formal education, though I begin to wonder about Manrolt’s new role as a fertility god. It’s then that I notice that all the children dancing about Manrolt have giant toy ears on like elven-folk. I inquired to Sally about their large ear prosthetics.
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“Ah, ya seen that, eh? Yeah, dem the bad kids. Manrolt, ya see, he catches dem bad kids a lie’n. If he catches ya lie’n he points his big hairy finger at yas and yas gets big ears. So dem kids dancing about are deh ones he caughts. Them stuck with big ears for them troubles.”
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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I look on in confusion. “So when they lie they receive elf ears from Manrolt?”
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Sally once again looked upon me like I had four eyes. “Oi, whatchu go’n on about there? They ain’t elves, they just kids with big ears because they be caught lie’n, cheat’n, and steal’n.”


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“Listen you, mister big smarts, i dunno what you go’n on about there. I reckon yas needs to go backs to schools. Them just evil big-eared kids cause of Manrolt magics. Ain’t no elves.”


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I realized at that moment that perhaps we had come to an impasse. As the Manrolt, Old Dom, and his merry band of elf-eared children and assorted bards poured their hard-earned vegetables into a giant communal Shanty Town cauldron, I noticed ample hunks of meat being thrown in along with them. I venture to try Sally one last time.
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“What kind of meat do you serve at a Manrolt Festival?”


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Sally, annoyed with my very existence at this juncture, had little left to tell me. “Rolton meat.”
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.
It was at that point I ascertained that I might never find the answer to my next unsaid query. I wished Sally Slowhand a good day and took my leave of the festival shortly thereafter, more perplexed than ever. Still, I couldn’t help dwelling on this simple town festival and its sudden emergence. It speaks to the unknown deep and ever-changing effects on the known. Though their cultural practices are foreign and quite a bit strange to me, I am intrigued by how Manrolt continues to fuel the imagination of this region. I fully intend to explore more strange creatures and legends of the realm in future columns, but I believe Manrolt will likely be something I return to again as its legend evolves. Manrolt Fever, indeed.


The houses of Solhaven may silently promote Jovery's theft of northern lands but the voices of Icemule's council condemn it.
== Sunset Para Bellum - by Faerinn ==
[[File:SunsetParaBellum.jpg|375px|thumb|right|Sunset Para Bellum by Faerinn, generated by MidJourney]]
''An overhead landscape of a black-sailed longship as it passes through the Vornavis sea gates and under a bridge as it cuts through waters painted in violaceous hues. Lavender crescents ripple in the ship’s wake in reflection of the darkening sky above. The ship’s only cargo a carved birch coffin draped in diaphanous green sits center in the portrait flanked by elven rowers and two kindred bagpipists. The last rays of sunlight reflect off the coffin creating a gilded halo around 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.
'''Artist Statement'''


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.
While Lady Kasendra’s loss is a a misfortune for the world, I had the fortune of being there when her remains arrived from Ta’Ilistim. Due to shipping logistic issues, a longship had to be brought in through the Sea Gate of Vornavis. While not the intention it did create a spectacular visual.


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.
I named this rendering of Lady Kasendra’s homecoming “Sunset Para Bellum.” The first half is an obvious reference to the Sunsetting Protocols of fallen members of the royal family. The second part is from an old Kannalan phrase meaning, “To prepare for peace is to be ready for war.”


~ Dendum<br>
This is as a reminder that the true purpose of any army is to maintain peace not to pillage or conquer. That it is the responsibility of those who have lived through war to assure it never happens again. Meaning to ensure peace one must be willing to die for it.
Archdruid of the North<br>
The Wind in the Willow<br>
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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!
Lady Kasendra knew this. She would not want her works sullied by becoming a reason for war.
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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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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.
== Advice for Turnip Farmers - by Reginald Thrakson IV ==
<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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Adventurers always ask me for tips to help ‘em get off that turnip farm, but in these times, my tips often fall on deaf ears. Youngins don’t want me to tell ‘em to run after creatures yelling “chase’n” anymore. They know only us old timers care about that. So I was think’n to myself “what do these young turnip farming would-be adventurers need to hear these days?” It dawned on me that a lotta ya youngins are confused about our Southern neighbours creep’n around in and about ya farms these days. Say ya were drinking at the Wayside Inn or Plur’s Pub on a Day of the Huntress night, and on your way home, some Imperial knights come riding up behind ya, or that ya were one of them misguided youths getting into a wee bit of Rookery. What exactly should ya do when some of our southern friends stop ya to check what you’re all about? Well sit down by the metaphorical fire, young one and I’ll tell ya.
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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.
(1) For starters, clearly acknowledge the knights overtaking ya by calmly giving a slow and clear thumbs up. Wait, the thumbs up is the bad one, it’s actually a thumbs down. Actually, ya might want to check their heraldry or banners. In Mestanir a thumbs up is a sign of agreement and compliance, but in Selanthia it tells the receiver to shove it. Or was that the other way around? Bourth uses a middle finger….no, that was Kezmon…one of the Hendors uses two fingers with the palm facing outward, but the other Hendor reverses that…can’t remember which is which on that, maybe do both?
<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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(2) If riding a horse, unfasten the saddle’s billets so that both ya and the saddle slide off the side of your horse and crash to the ground. If manning a horse cart, detach the horses and whip them until they run off without ya. If on foot, throw your boots in the nearest river. All of these tactics show the knights your commitment to not making a fast getaway.
===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.
(3) Keep your hands on the saddle horn, even if lying sideways on your detached saddle next to your perplexed horse in a pool of muck. Don’t make any sudden moves beyond that first one where ya compliantly fell off your horse to show acquiescence.
<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


(4) In a calm and slow tone, tell them that ya are the fourth nephew once removed of Emperor Aurmont. Sure you’re a dwarf, but remind them it’s a new progressive, edict-free Empire out there and that anything’s possible now! Better yet, say you’re Kasendra Malwind’s husband. She’s dead, so they can’t easily corroborate that information. By the time they figure it out, you’ll be home safe in bed! DO NOT say that ya ARE Kasendra Malwind, as they would need to immediately escort ya to your funeral.


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(6) Remain still while the knights discuss what to do with ya. If the sanctuary they’ve cast drops, run into that river ya threw your boots into or roll with your saddle down an embankment into it. All rules are off the table if the ground becomes unsanctified, get in that river or corn field! They’re a twitchy bunch when they’re hunt’n for evildoers and they see evil in every corner of our northlands.


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(7) Remind them as ya run for the river that in the Landing we have law and trials and that their Imperial laws are no good here. That is of course unless they still think you’re the fourth cousin once removed of Emperor Aurmont. In that case just scream out that they should take it up with Uncle Monty.
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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.
With some of these tips, I hope I can help some of ya wet behind the ears farmhands out of a pickle. That is of course, unless ya are a cucumber farmer, then pickles might be what ya look’n for there. Best of luck out there!


What advice can you give to help make sure this date is a success?
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Sincerely,
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Horsing Around Mule
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2990 days under occupation<br>
it glitterered unwatched like a baystone in the Dragonspine<br>
The Landing<br>
a frontier once home to hope ruined and turned bloody<br>
by those that see open arms as an open invitation to invasion<br>
The Landing<br>
The gateway to the Darkstone Bay <br>
A resting place misremembered on purpose <br>
A safe haven in the sights of empire <br>


'''Dear Horsing Around Mule'''
But do not forget<br>
The Landing<br>
itself a destination <br>
oh how could you<br>
slipping edicts into charity<br>


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.
weaponizing refugees and blood ties <br>
In the Landing <br>
Where people’s biggest question is where’s their next meals<br>
In the Landing<br>
where the Empire isn't on its way its already here<br>
In the Landing<br>
where yesterday's ransom runs out tomorrow <br>
In the Landing <br>
where open arms make for open threats<br>


As for a bit of additional advice; bring her a lovely bouquet composed of tuberoses and make sure you are wearing emerald green.
Do not demand emergence<br>
unless you're ready for emergency<br>
Do not lift up your hands <br>
if you ain't ready for a fight <br>
Don't say you're sorry <br>
for that thrak mess you all sound so proud of <br>
Don't raise your voice at us <br>
then say we're not polite <br>
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Oh and be certain to be persistent! Sometimes you have to bring them a few socks...errr flowers, before you win them over!
we have closed our eyes <br>
we have tied ourselves down <br>
with rope and wire <br>
we have twirled widdershins <br>
we have swum against the tide <br>
we have dug our graves <br>
we have tried every last trick <br>
to stop the clocks stride <br>


Best of luck!
But time does not stand still<br>
Lithy
no nothing stands still <br>
I said no nothing stands still <br>
they're moving on us now <br>
no the wizardwastes don't stand still <br>
no the bleak won't stand still <br>
no the protectorate can't stand still <br>


6900 days since their Baron greased war machines with half-human blood<br>
4000 days since Aurmont vowed never again <br>
2500 days since they put up their outpost <br>
1500 days since their Prelate greased war machines with half-human blood <br>


'''My dear Horsing Around,'''
how many days until we're the ones begging them? <br>

how many days until they're charging us rent? <br>
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.
how many days until we're in the streets? <br>

how many days? <br>
Best of luck (and watch out for vipers)!
how many days? <br>

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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!
== The Empire's Hospitality ==
Anonymous Anya




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Latest revision as of 15:08, 9 August 2023

This is a creative work set in the world of Elanthia, attributed to its original author(s). It does not necessarily represent the official lore of GemStone IV.

Title: The Free North News Issue #6

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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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

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 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 krolvin 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.

Letters to the FNN

To the Editor 
Since the very day we declared our intentions to shake free of the Turamzzyrian yoke, there have been those who seek to oppose us.
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.
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.
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.
Freedom in the North. Anonymous Thorn

- This sounds like Wisdom -D

To the Editor,
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.
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!
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!
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.

Battle of Kragsfell, created in midjourney, by player of Dendum uploaded with permission
Battle of Kragsfell Kindred on the Move, created in midjourney, by player of Dendum, uploaded with permission
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 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.

























Help Wanted/Classifieds

Ask Lithyia!

Ever wondered how to navigate a crowded ball room?
Need help chosing between two suitors?
Ask the questions you are afraid to ask and get expert advice!
Mail your questions to Lithyia! Confidentiality guaranteed!

Justice for Jade!

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?
Justice for the Half-Krolvin! The Paladin Hero of the North!

Yardie's Nails and Ales

Manicures done by the Blade of the Faendryl!
Multiple Colors to choose from, it's not just nails it's an experience!
Award winning Drinks Accompany the Experience!
See Yardie for Details!

Say no to Stephos

How many times is this town going to let that murderous traitor come back?
Knave, War Profiteer, Cutthroat
We didn't vote for that DeArchon.

Escort Needed

Erithi dignitary in need of escort to Zul
Please get me out of this town!
Seek out the Adventure Guild for more Details

Missing Mule!

Lost ma Mule in the Trollsfang
I thought traveling was rough before the empire showed up who the heck is in charge of the forest now?
Ask for Buck in Helga's if you find the mule or know what happened to it.

Join The Resistance!

Loyalty to the Town and Each other!
Do we surrender to an evil just because it is powerful?
Or do we have Honor enough to stand up for the downtrodden?
Join the Resistance! For Freedom! For the Free North!


A Northern Wind - by Dendum



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
Archdruid of the North
The Wind in the Willow

Opalina

Opalina Jalcon
AI art generated by Opalina uploaded with her permission[1] 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!

Roelon

Roelon
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.

Jastalyn

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. 

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.
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.

Aliashyrah


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. 

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.
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.
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.

Sorlu Jae'kym Nalfein


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.

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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.


---'-,-(@
Lord Sorlu Jae'kym Nalfein Town Councillor of Icemule Trace



Ask Lithyia

Hold the press this weeks addition has a guest contributor Anonymous Anya

Created by Midjourney uploaded with permission of player of Lithyia who is also the person who worked in the creation of the image.


Dear Lithy,
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
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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