Poste/15.11.2006

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The Fate of Iglata

He was to be released after doing a short period of hard labour. But rumours, some wild and fantastic, have been flying concerning his fate.

It seems he was the victim of vigilante justice - on the streets of Trinsic, no less. More embarrassing still for the Duchy, the citizen execution took place while he was working on a chain gang, under the very noses of the guards overseeing him!

Or was the purpose of the attack not citizen justice but something more sinister? Rumours are rife. One was that he was attacked and killed by a couple of wild animals. Then there is the strange sequel in which it is rumoured that a dog - presumably a shapeshifter - packed up his remains in a bag of sending and despatched them.

This sounds to me like an attempt to preserve his remains for raising as an undead.

There are many questions concerning what happened to this monster responsible for so much misery to the Trinsic Elves and the lady VanQa and her family in particular.

The silence from the Duchy on the matter is so loud as to be almost deafening, especially in view of the extensive public concern in the whole Iglata affair.

It seems we will never know the truth. It would be an appalling miscarriage of justice if the monster were to be raised as an undead creature to continue his trail of death and persecution. The Duchy would have to bear the full responsibility for such a horrific outcome, and all the further misery and pain that would result.

Jern Fretting Freeman of the Duchy of Trinsic early September 359 SR

The Recent Return of the Fabulous Oona Moonstone! Fashion Goddess!

Avid followers of fashion were delighted to find that the legendary tailor Miss Oona Moonstone had come out of retirement for a week to visit old friends and settle some affairs. (No, you naughty people, *business* affairs!) Garments by Miss Moonstone have long been cherished by those appreciative of the finer things in life for their exquisite stitching and cut, so her brief return made it possible for a few more lucky addicts of haute couture to acquire a treasure. We wish the lady a pleasant retirement, but if those nimble fingers should return once more there will be some smiling faces in Sosaria!

[move over Muldran Skully and Sally Buttinz and Lereia the FashionQueen is still the best]

A Poem Found Etched on a Cave in Vesper Graveyard

My blade is dark with blood and grime,
I am no paladin,
No virtue can be served by me,
I walk a world worn thin.

My skin is dark with blood and grime,
My words no longer free,
I carve them into stone turned rough,
By lost naivety.

My thoughts are dark with blood and grime,
The veil is ripped away,
I soothe myself with searing pain,
To face each darker day.

My soul is dark with blood and grime,
I see no holy light,
My pledge is shadowed, yet heartfelt,
I stand with you-and fight!

This poem was etched on a cave in the Vesper Graveyard which leads to the Lost Lands. There was a crudely drawn broken crown found just below the poem itself. This information comes to us from one who knows this cave well apparently and the report itself has some dried orc-blood on the corner.

A letter has been leaked to us …

To Reann, Justice of Trinsic.

Greetings. I had considered writing this letter in the language of the Drow, but you would be unable to read it. I then thought I would write in your own language, but then you do not understand the language of elves very well either. So I have settled for the common tongue. I want there to be no misunderstandings. You see there are none so blind as those who look but do not see, and none so deaf as those who hear but do not listen. That is you.

Do you know what justice is Reann? Do you understand the concept? To hand out JUSTICE you have to JUSTIFY your actions. You have to PROVE to be right. And yet you did not do this with me. I was accused of some heinous crime brought by some male who’s hatred for my sister is well known. He did it because he stupidly thought he could get her through me. And as your hatred for Vierna is just as strong, you bought it…..you let your emotion run riot.

I denied my involvement when you questioned me, I still do. You had no corroborative witnesses to say I kidnapped him. You had no corroborative witnesses to say I tortured him. You had only the word of one deluded male. And yet on this basis you chose to pass judgement and find me guilty. Is that justice? No it is not. His word against mine, not good enough. You cannot PROVE I did it.

Among other slanderous things, you accused me of being a liar. Perhaps I am. But even if I have lied and did lie about everything else, that does not PROVE I was lying about the kidnap and torture. And what makes you so sure the male was not lying. He is a Drow after all and "all drow are liars"….your own words Reann. The fact that the male has, according to you, some sort of branding in the image of a spider also does not PROVE I did it. For all I know, and you for that matter, it could have been put there during some drunken orgy he now regrets. To pass judgement, Reann, you need PROOF. And you cannot PROVE a thing.

So Reann, I am going to be fair to you. Something you were not with me. Because I am fair minded and not a bitter individual, I am going to give you a chance to redeem yourself. I am going to let you JUSTIFY your title as JUSTICE.

I want a public announcement that I am innocent of all charges. A public apology that you wronged me and that I am now exonerated of all accusations. Let us see if you are HONOURABLE enough to do that. Prove to me you are not a hypocrite and a puppet.

Oh one last thing. Failure to do so may mean that I will take out proceedings to sue you personally, the city of Trinsic and the Duke as your employer for wrongful arrest, wrongful judgement and wrongful punishment.

Faeryl Hun’ett

[the Hooded Claw says its time for Trinsic to return to being a City of Honour and investigate such slander]

Spook Shady Dealings in Darkened Places Possibly Inhabited by the Shadows

The Hooded Claw - master of mystery has learnt that not only has recently returned from a long aand mysterious sleep Hutula Sanctos been out and about looking for Green-haired fop Muldran Skully but Blue haired black widow of death "how many husbands are buried under my castle" Tabbitha has been on the lookout for careless whisperer Callum Fitzhugh.

Gossip and rumour leads us to believe the Shadowcourt are in fact trying to destroy Sosaria and all its inhabitants and make a new life in a new galaxy far far away.

[what a galaxy is I dont know so dont ask]

Tales of Box Construction , Gates and Blackrock are abounding in the hidden snowy valley of Rhovanion where deranged lunatic Muldran Skully continues to meddle with Balckrock.

More Davions in Vesper?

Yes apparently so. What they are up to and why is their own business. A startled Vesperian told us "we are glad thems more Davions here!". Twothumb has also been seen giving more gold to the poor and commiting word jousts with blonde bombshell Jordan "my neck is a bit stiff from all that bowing" Jurrell.

Jurrel Enjoys Trinsic

Apparently Jordan Jurrel enjoyed the Trinsic Moot so much he attended twice! And he wants to pass on his thanks to the organisers! So well done to the Duke , Moiraine and all the Duchy for their hard work.Thanks to to anyone who helped make a great week in Trinsic [ we hear Twothumb himself was a big help as well ]

[and a big thankyou to the core creators for their hospitality and organization]

What Happened Next?

An artist sent in this ancient sketch and a secret benefactor has offered 5000 golden crowns if you can tell us "what happened next"

Rumours from the North

Lyonya Davion and Gerak of The Vesper Tradeing Company have shared more than drinks, Much to the dismay of her Uncle Hanse Davion.

It seems Erika Twothumb is not only plauged by the undead's questioners and the Covians looking for a new young woman to marry and breed with their Baron but she also seems to have caught the eye of Goldielocks himself Comander Jurrell! What Will her uncle say!

Still no sightings of the Baroness Twothumb. Missing for so long. Where ever can she be? A lovers tryst with a guard? A much needed seperation from her BADLY dressed and fashion challanged husband and Lord?

Is that a Vesper Fair on the horizon? I think it might be if the tales of the towns folk be true. And ofcourse everyone loves a fair!

Events

The Rusty dagger tavern on Thursday evening