A Kezmaroki trade-dromon, The
Effectuator, sighted a mysterious golden domed barge in
the deep seas south of the cantons. The sighting, the third such, is
being heralded in backhills hamlets south of Bad Rajetz as a holy
sign. In those sad, curiously ignorant settlements there are rumors
of the rapid grass fire spread of a schismatic sect that welcomes a
barge-like manifestation of the Sun Lord.
In other
exotic cult news, St. Jack's Church of the Blood Jesus has
passed its sell-by date as the flavor of the month. Doctrinal
arguments over virgin births, a shortage of animals suitable for the
Sparagmos rites, and a growing annoyance to the Rada have withered
the strange sect's recent growth spate. Despite the setbacks, Vatek
son of Vatek, continues to preach the Good Word along with the most
devout of the nun-maenads.
A wandering band of were-worms
is rumored to have taken residence in the Slumbering Ursine Dunes.
The growing thorpe of Kugelberg has reported on two small raids that
have stolen some property and weirdly top-soil from the fields.
Players' Campaign Hex Map (and as always I remain an Unreliable Narrator):
Old News:
Libor
the Lugbrious,
that most dolorous of highwaymen, has been plying his trade again in
the southern bounds of Marlinko canton. The Rada has upped the bounty
for his head to 1200 suns.
Vatek,
son of Vatek, is claiming to have unearthed a 500-stone
beet from
his tenant farmer's field in the southlands hamlet of Ctyri Ctvrt.
Most strange of all is the twisted face-like blemish near the giant
beet's crown. A local shepherd claims to have heard a booming voice
emanate from the storage hut where it is currently housed two nights
ago.
Dashing Marlankh bon vivant Jarek the Nagsman is reputedly looking for “rough, sporting types” to participate in a “tiger-baiting soiree” at his town-manse. He's offering 200 suns ahead since nary a citizen took him up on his previous 60 sun offer.
Dashing Marlankh bon vivant Jarek the Nagsman is reputedly looking for “rough, sporting types” to participate in a “tiger-baiting soiree” at his town-manse. He's offering 200 suns ahead since nary a citizen took him up on his previous 60 sun offer.
The
biennial blood
rains
have been falling all through the Cantons this week. Expect great big
buckets of thick sanguine downpours throughout most of the week. Old
wives maintain that the rains are due to water miraculously forming
into rain clouds over the Scarlet Sea. Men of learning, of course,
reject such superstitious claptrap and counter sagely that it's the
Lady's beating of the Sun Lord with her silver chains that creates
the soil-enriching rain.
One-Armed
Jiri,
master of the Mako League of the Free-Handed, is seeking nimble minds
and stout hearts to retrieve a matter of “trifling importance”
from the Mountain
Hall of the Hyperboreans.
The redoubtable Man Around the Underworld is offering good suns
upfront, left arm as collateral, to any soul seeking employment.
Interested parties should present themselves at the Square of the Bog
Haruspex for further details. Grooming optional, but
appreciated.
The eastern hinterland town of Bad Rajetz (known as Rientzdorf by Nemec-speakers) have stopped all exports of their renowned leather goods to Marlankh. No caravan has left the town for going on two weeks now. Speakers of the Rada and fetishists are concerned.
Raugraf Androj Animachus the Younger is celebrating his ascension to the title of his father Androj Animachus the Right Bastard with a two-day fair at his hold just east of Ostrovo. Feats of arms, wrestling, cat-juggling, midget-tossing, a grand melee, giant toad races, and other contests will be held and great prizes of gold and baubles awarded to the victors.
The eastern hinterland town of Bad Rajetz (known as Rientzdorf by Nemec-speakers) have stopped all exports of their renowned leather goods to Marlankh. No caravan has left the town for going on two weeks now. Speakers of the Rada and fetishists are concerned.
Raugraf Androj Animachus the Younger is celebrating his ascension to the title of his father Androj Animachus the Right Bastard with a two-day fair at his hold just east of Ostrovo. Feats of arms, wrestling, cat-juggling, midget-tossing, a grand melee, giant toad races, and other contests will be held and great prizes of gold and baubles awarded to the victors.
Forgot to add that one of the hamlets mentioned has finally recovered from the bacchanlian nuptials of an esteemed officer, The Colonel, (who seemed strangely much larger in girth that night than in previous nights) and a local yeoman's daughter. Families of the three slain have remarked happily that "they died good deaths in the service of the Most Holy Manzabarge".
ReplyDeleteNice map! Much prettier than the one I tried to draw.
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