Poste/26.11.2006
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All's Well?
Post-Moot-Glow starting to wane?
It has been a couple of weeks, and everyone's favourite intermittent rag-writer has noticed that love may have been in the air once upon a time, but tight now? Well, it's feeling a little loveless. Darlings, we had it all. Cakes. Parties. Cal Soulshadow in a dress. But no, we had to blow it all and dive down into the doldrums. Once more, the heave-ho and to-and-fro of daily life is starting to drag us down into the bitter, closed off angry little people that we are.
There's still trouble brewing on Serpents Hold (but then again, since many of the Yewish commanders chose not to mix with the peasants and posh-ones of the Moot, your disappointed reporter assumes they didn't want to give peace a chance anyway.) There's rumours of nastiness from within Trinsic as a cabal of secret troublemakers have apparently set up shop there to distract Commander Jurrel.
All in all - your darling reporter thinks that she's probably better off going for a little lie down until the next moot comes round; or at least until some other society woman throws a fancy bash.
Blackrock Menace Grows
The Poste asks: Should Blackrock be Reclassified?
Moving from realms of rumour into the lands of reality are several reports that have been bouncing around the lands in the last two days. Apparently, swarms of strange, black-speckled creatures have been sweeping from popular mining locations in the Lost Lands. Add that to the reports the Poste is now receiving word that people are being able to mine up large chunks of blackrock... Your worried reporter recalls that only a small amount of this substance has been known to cause internal combustion to the extent of throwing limbs through walls. What could a large chunk do?
The magical community is in a frenzy; many mages are employing miners of varying reliability to hazard their lives, and then paying them handsomely when they bring back their jumbo-sized chunks.
However a few other mages have been paying out sums to angry widows.
There is also division, however. Former supporter of Blackrock experimentation Muldran Skully has become noticeably greener around the gills (even under that hair) and was seen nipping into Trinsic the other night looking vaguely unsettled. Withdrawing something from the bank, and mumbling a few words about "Upset stomach" or possibly "Demonic Infestation", Skully withdrew, glancing fearfully at a band of happy mages crowing over their latest acquisition.
With demonstrations expected due to the Ruling Council's inability to do anything to protect the populace from this growing menace, the Poste sees a troubled time ahead for the central authority of the lands.
Letters
Dear Poste,
I'm a source close to Grenadier Corporal Morana and I must protest as to the light your rumour-mongering reporter has painted this Covian hero! Just because this chiseld and brutishly handsome fellow has taken on a cutie of an apprentice and the tongues start wagging! I must also strongly protest to the word prance and grenadier being used in the same paragraph let alone sentence.
Yours a very disgruntled,
Rai *scribbles out* Reader!
Adverts & Notices
WARNING
Do not enter dark caves and other mining areas unaccompanied due to the sudden upswing in oddly-behaving creatures.
Britannian Health Board
What's on?
- Tonight - Sunday - 8:00pm - Umbra University
Tonights Lecture: Necromantic Arts. As requested at the Trinsic Moot, a discussion on modern Necromancy, and how it does not automatically equal evil.
Know of anything else happening? Let the Poste announce it to all and sundry! Or Monday, or Tuesday!
