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| − | After months of stability, a massive shake up occurred in the hierarchy of Minas Leon, clearly establishing our realm as one of the best realms to belong to when it comes to quick advancement. No less than SIX nobles were granted new lands in the past month. Charles Elegant, former Baron of Upper Tell, was placed in charge of Crahandan early in the month, though lingering wounds from his old injury forced him to step down again, allowing Lothair Mastersson to take his place. | + | After months of stability, a massive shake up occurred in the hierarchy of Minas Leon, clearly establishing our realm as one of the best realms to belong to when it comes to quick advancement. No less than SIX nobles were granted new lands in the past month. Charles Elegant, former Baron of Upper Tell, was placed in charge of Crahandan early in the month, though lingering wounds from his old injury forced him to step down again, allowing Lothair Mastersson to take his place. Senel Coolidge was appointed Viscount of Mansbridge, and the Royal Treasurer, Targon Valerian, was awarded the Earldom of Rotherthorpe for his fine service. Meanwhile, I have transferred my own estates to our Southern borders in Lyton, with my good friend Sir Spade being appointed as Baron of Upper Tell. |
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| − | Queen Nadina Vasata ascended the throne of Darka earlier this month, and comments given to The Leon's Roar have suggested that her advancement may signal a change in the long war with the Cagilan Empire. When asked whether | + | Queen Nadina Vasata ascended the throne of Darka earlier this month, and comments given to The Leon's Roar have suggested that her advancement may signal a change in the long war with the Cagilan Empire. When asked to comment about whether the Cagilan Empire thought Queen Nadina's ascension could bring about peace, Prime Minister Susan Maxwell responded that "The new Queen is her own person and does not have to follow the path of her father. The path between Darka and the Cagilian Empire will be determined partly by her actions and choices. Peace is never impossible, but it would require negotiation." The Leon's Roar will continue to follow this story and provide you with its developments. |
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| + | |style="font-size:100%;"|By Lazlo Lemont II | ||
| + | |align="center"| The Silnarian Heresy | ||
| + | |align="right"|Religious News | ||
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| + | It was with surprise that members of the Way of the Warrior Saints greeted news from one Sir Alejandro Hurlant, a Silnarian who aspired to join the priesthood. Sir Hurlant had declared Silnaria "holy unto the Saints of Old," and that "the lands of this land [Silnaria] are blessed." After this heretical pronouncement, Sir Hurlant proceeded to recreate an Order devoted to spreading its blasphemy and raised the "Owl King" Drizztle Sharpspeare to be the first of its members. Reasonably irked by the insinuation that their rightful liberation of Silnarian lands was an attack upon a "holy" nation, the nobles of Minas Leon protested these pronouncements with much success, leading Sir Hurlant to recant his more extreme apostasies. Sir Alejandro was appointed to the priesthood as a reward for encouraging the growth of the Warrior Saints in Silnaria, and rumor has it that Minas Leon has begun scholarship to recover their own unique and intimate connections with the Faith. | ||
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| − | '' | + | Atamara has been rocked by news of large hordes and strange omens. For posterity's sake, we have recorded some of the reports below: |
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| − | + | A Breath of Cold | |
| − | + | As the sun sinks toward the horizon, a chill breeze blows up from the north. It bears with it an odd smell, and a feeling of great foreboding. Something is coming, and you're not the only one to feel it: dogs huddle closer to the fire, whimpering rather than barking or howling, and the animals in the woods and wilds seem to all be migrating south, even those that normally stay for the winter. | |
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| + | The cold grows more biting now. Some animals have begun to hibernate, and game in the lands to the north is much more scarce now. Some sharp-eyed people on the northern coasts have also reported looking out to sea and seeing a strange fog bank sitting on the horizon. Ships sailing in that direction have stopped returning, and the peasants are really beginning to fear that something terrible is coming. | ||
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| + | A Foreboding Mist | ||
| + | With the coming of dawn today, there are numerous reports from the areas on the coast that the fog bank a few had seen off-shore yesterday has now advanced so that it is clearly visible to all, and some parts of the land are now enveloped in it. Those who have gone into the fog (or who now live in it) report hearing strange sounds, like a terribly huge creaking and grinding coming from some distance offshore. Among this, there are occasional bloodcurdling howls and shrieks coming from the same direction. | ||
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| + | The strangest and most disturbing reports come from those few sharp-eyed souls who have been able to look out on the fog from a high place. They report seeing the mists lie low along the sea at first, not rising much above the height of a tall house, but some distance out to sea, there seems to be a much taller fog bank rising out of the first. | ||
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| + | Lost In The Mist | ||
| + | On the coast, the mists have thickened considerably, but they have not come much further inland yet. However, rumours are beginning to spread of a killing frost that is beginning to afflict at least one region within the fog. Peasants are beginning to flee in earnest as half the crops and livestock they were relying on to feed them begin to die of the cold. | ||
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| + | The Walls of Winter | ||
| + | The grinding, cracking sounds people reported hearing from the fog have grown much louder and more distinct now, and large chunks of ice have been seen washing ashore on the beaches of Tellwood, Alani, and Yule. The water in Icegate's harbour is beginning to form a skin of ice in the calm areas, and the harbourmaster has been talking about ordering the ships there to leave, lest they be trapped if it freezes solid, or sunk by large chunks of ice washed in on the tide. | ||
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| + | Above the fog, the air in the north is very clear tonight, and the full moon is remarkably bright. But an answering glow seems to come from the north, beyond the low ground fog. Lookouts in high towers in Icegate and Bisquez, and even as far away as Saler, can see the moonlight reflecting off a wall of white rising high above the sea and the fog, and its glow of reflected moonlight can be seen as far south as the mountains of Moramroth on this clear night. | ||
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| + | Even from this far away, as impossible as it is to believe, what they see can now be unmistakably identified: it is the front edge of an immensely tall glacier, advancing inexorably upon the land. | ||
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| + | A New Resolve | ||
| + | For days, the northern peasants have been living in fear of the advancing ice, and the strange and terrible monsters it seems to bring with it. Today, though, there seems to be a change in their mood. They talk less of despair, and more of rising to the challenge and striking out to find new lands—whether or not someone else already holds them. More begin to show up at the recruitment centers, and those already recruited and the newly signing declare quite firmly that they don't care how far they have to go or if they don't get paid (much) until they have a new homeland: they're in this to make a new start. | ||
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| + | As rumours of these events begin to come back to those in the southern lands, the peasants and minor nobles alike begin to speak in worried tones of what is to come. Do all these strange events presage a terrifying migration of armies out of the north, bent on carving new homes out of their own lands in the south? | ||
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| Cost: 7 silver | Volume II Issue III | Editor: Lazlo Lemont II |
| News Articles |
| News Briefs |
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February 1st - In a stunning episode of betrayal, Stephan Rousseau stole away Crahandan from Minas Leon and carried the region to Tara. |
| By Lazlo Lemont II | Editor's Roar |
| By Lazlo Lemont II | Minas Leon: Land of Opportunity! | State of the Realm |
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After months of stability, a massive shake up occurred in the hierarchy of Minas Leon, clearly establishing our realm as one of the best realms to belong to when it comes to quick advancement. No less than SIX nobles were granted new lands in the past month. Charles Elegant, former Baron of Upper Tell, was placed in charge of Crahandan early in the month, though lingering wounds from his old injury forced him to step down again, allowing Lothair Mastersson to take his place. Senel Coolidge was appointed Viscount of Mansbridge, and the Royal Treasurer, Targon Valerian, was awarded the Earldom of Rotherthorpe for his fine service. Meanwhile, I have transferred my own estates to our Southern borders in Lyton, with my good friend Sir Spade being appointed as Baron of Upper Tell. |
| By Lazlo Lemont II | A New Queen For Darka, A New Step Towards Peace? | Foreign News Update |
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Queen Nadina Vasata ascended the throne of Darka earlier this month, and comments given to The Leon's Roar have suggested that her advancement may signal a change in the long war with the Cagilan Empire. When asked to comment about whether the Cagilan Empire thought Queen Nadina's ascension could bring about peace, Prime Minister Susan Maxwell responded that "The new Queen is her own person and does not have to follow the path of her father. The path between Darka and the Cagilian Empire will be determined partly by her actions and choices. Peace is never impossible, but it would require negotiation." The Leon's Roar will continue to follow this story and provide you with its developments. |
| By Lazlo Lemont II | The Silnarian Heresy | Religious News |
|
It was with surprise that members of the Way of the Warrior Saints greeted news from one Sir Alejandro Hurlant, a Silnarian who aspired to join the priesthood. Sir Hurlant had declared Silnaria "holy unto the Saints of Old," and that "the lands of this land [Silnaria] are blessed." After this heretical pronouncement, Sir Hurlant proceeded to recreate an Order devoted to spreading its blasphemy and raised the "Owl King" Drizztle Sharpspeare to be the first of its members. Reasonably irked by the insinuation that their rightful liberation of Silnarian lands was an attack upon a "holy" nation, the nobles of Minas Leon protested these pronouncements with much success, leading Sir Hurlant to recant his more extreme apostasies. Sir Alejandro was appointed to the priesthood as a reward for encouraging the growth of the Warrior Saints in Silnaria, and rumor has it that Minas Leon has begun scholarship to recover their own unique and intimate connections with the Faith. |
| By Lazlo Lemont II | The Silnarian Heresy | Religious News |
|
It was with surprise that members of the Way of the Warrior Saints greeted news from one Sir Alejandro Hurlant, a Silnarian who aspired to join the priesthood. Sir Hurlant had declared Silnaria "holy unto the Saints of Old," and that "the lands of this land [Silnaria] are blessed." After this heretical pronouncement, Sir Hurlant proceeded to recreate an Order devoted to spreading its blasphemy and raised the "Owl King" Drizztle Sharpspeare to be the first of its members. Reasonably irked by the insinuation that their rightful liberation of Silnarian lands was an attack upon a "holy" nation, the nobles of Minas Leon protested these pronouncements with much success, leading Sir Hurlant to recant his more extreme apostasies. Sir Alejandro was appointed to the priesthood as a reward for encouraging the growth of the Warrior Saints in Silnaria, and rumor has it that Minas Leon has begun scholarship to recover their own unique and intimate connections with the Faith. |
| Continent-Wide News |
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Atamara has been rocked by news of large hordes and strange omens. For posterity's sake, we have recorded some of the reports below: A Breath of Cold As the sun sinks toward the horizon, a chill breeze blows up from the north. It bears with it an odd smell, and a feeling of great foreboding. Something is coming, and you're not the only one to feel it: dogs huddle closer to the fire, whimpering rather than barking or howling, and the animals in the woods and wilds seem to all be migrating south, even those that normally stay for the winter. The Coming of Winter The cold grows more biting now. Some animals have begun to hibernate, and game in the lands to the north is much more scarce now. Some sharp-eyed people on the northern coasts have also reported looking out to sea and seeing a strange fog bank sitting on the horizon. Ships sailing in that direction have stopped returning, and the peasants are really beginning to fear that something terrible is coming. A Foreboding Mist With the coming of dawn today, there are numerous reports from the areas on the coast that the fog bank a few had seen off-shore yesterday has now advanced so that it is clearly visible to all, and some parts of the land are now enveloped in it. Those who have gone into the fog (or who now live in it) report hearing strange sounds, like a terribly huge creaking and grinding coming from some distance offshore. Among this, there are occasional bloodcurdling howls and shrieks coming from the same direction. The strangest and most disturbing reports come from those few sharp-eyed souls who have been able to look out on the fog from a high place. They report seeing the mists lie low along the sea at first, not rising much above the height of a tall house, but some distance out to sea, there seems to be a much taller fog bank rising out of the first. Lost In The Mist On the coast, the mists have thickened considerably, but they have not come much further inland yet. However, rumours are beginning to spread of a killing frost that is beginning to afflict at least one region within the fog. Peasants are beginning to flee in earnest as half the crops and livestock they were relying on to feed them begin to die of the cold. The Walls of Winter The grinding, cracking sounds people reported hearing from the fog have grown much louder and more distinct now, and large chunks of ice have been seen washing ashore on the beaches of Tellwood, Alani, and Yule. The water in Icegate's harbour is beginning to form a skin of ice in the calm areas, and the harbourmaster has been talking about ordering the ships there to leave, lest they be trapped if it freezes solid, or sunk by large chunks of ice washed in on the tide. Above the fog, the air in the north is very clear tonight, and the full moon is remarkably bright. But an answering glow seems to come from the north, beyond the low ground fog. Lookouts in high towers in Icegate and Bisquez, and even as far away as Saler, can see the moonlight reflecting off a wall of white rising high above the sea and the fog, and its glow of reflected moonlight can be seen as far south as the mountains of Moramroth on this clear night. Even from this far away, as impossible as it is to believe, what they see can now be unmistakably identified: it is the front edge of an immensely tall glacier, advancing inexorably upon the land. A New Resolve For days, the northern peasants have been living in fear of the advancing ice, and the strange and terrible monsters it seems to bring with it. Today, though, there seems to be a change in their mood. They talk less of despair, and more of rising to the challenge and striking out to find new lands—whether or not someone else already holds them. More begin to show up at the recruitment centers, and those already recruited and the newly signing declare quite firmly that they don't care how far they have to go or if they don't get paid (much) until they have a new homeland: they're in this to make a new start. As rumours of these events begin to come back to those in the southern lands, the peasants and minor nobles alike begin to speak in worried tones of what is to come. Do all these strange events presage a terrifying migration of armies out of the north, bent on carving new homes out of their own lands in the south? |
| Original Format Modified from Roxas Sypher's Excellent Work on the York Journal. The Leon's Roar is Printed by Lemont Printers & Co., Located in York Just Off the Market Road Past The Cage Pub. |
