Leon's Roar/Issue 1
The Leon's Roar | ||
Cost: 7 silver | Volume I Issue I | Editor: Lazlo Lemont II |
Editorials |
News Briefs |
September 1st - A huge battle is fought between the Cagilan Empire, Suville, and Strombran against Darka. By the end, the Darkan forces lay scattered before the combined might of their foes. |
By Lazlo Lemont II | A New Beginning in York Printing | The Editor's Roar |
It is with great pleasure |
News Articles |
By Lazlo Lemont II | Monsters, Anarchists, and Muddy Roads: Oh My! | State of the Realm |
Though our successful campaign continues against the Silnarian dogs, the home front has seen its fair share of action. Nearly half of our regions have seen some form of Monster or Undead activity, counting approximately 144 peasant casualties. Production was diminished in Rotherthorpe, Winwich, and Uforth. Thankfully, the efforts of our Noble Home Guard have fought back, containing the blight. A treacherous infiltrator also stalked our lands while we maintain our fight for honor. The Silnarian Infiltrator Hernfelk Lapallanch exposed the Silnarian war effort for all it could be, underhanded and cheap, while cowardly slitting the throats of our brave guards in Nemaha. Through an ingenious plan of cunning, our Royal King captured the deviant after presenting himself as bait, thoroughly ensuring the gratefulness of our Nemaha peasants. The screams of the infiltrator's torture were soon heard thereafter, and the Infiltrator revealed much under the threat of needing to take a bath. Furthermore, our newly conquered regions of Crahandan and Cheltenborne have had trouble adjusting to the enlightened rule of Minas Ithil. Afraid of the freedom offered by their gracious conquerors, both regions have suffered an influx of troublesome elements which had to be put down by the sword. Over 500 peasants have been cut down in the past month, their minds warped by the propaganda of the Silnarian menace. It is with a heavy heart, no doubt, that our Nobles, Soldiers, and King maintain a firm hold on the throats of these backward peasants. The anarchic reign of simpletons was further evidenced when Cheltenborne went so far as to throw out their rightful ruler, Margrave Decimus Lanyon, and attempted their own government. As the populace starved and murdered each other senselessly, it was left to the glorious Legion of Minas Leon to call from the Marketplace and explain (in simple language, so that they might finally understand) why they would be obviously better as subjects of the Leohampton Duchy. Finally, a spat of congested roads placed our armies at a standstill, as refugees fleeing from the various conflicts of Atamara flocked to behold the wonders of York. While it was wonderful to see such a crowd of hopeful peasants, it is hoped that future immigrants might make way so that the Armies which protect them might make quick time through the land. |
By Lazlo Lemont II | The Darka-Barony of Makar Alliance Surrenders | Foreign News Update |
An alliance with Darka could not save the Barony of Makar, who faced the united might of the Caligan Empire, Rieleston, Strombran, Tara, and Lyonesse. In an address passed along to the rulers of Atamara, the Dictator Carystus announced the conditional surrender of the Barony of Makar, pledging to abdicate as soon as the Peace Proceedings are complete. The surrender comes on the heels of two devastating defeats for the Barony/Darka Alliance. Dictator Carystus will seek to "keep the Barony as a political entity if not physical." In a later, less formal dispatch, Dictator Carystus had this to say about his motivation and intentions in the upcoming Peace Talks:
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Ruler Updates |
The following list details the results of the various ruler elections in Atamara this past month: |
A Word from Sir Tan Huemoor |
As correspondent for the newly established Leon's Roar, it is my pleasure to bring my verifiable, objective, and utterly true reporting to the fine, reading Nobles of Minas Leon. This month's adventure has taken me to the walled city of Shanandoah, where Silnarian Nobles have steeled themselves against the threat of Minas Leon's impending victory. After being ushered through the gate, I was amazed to find the gathered nobles of Silnaria in a Tavern at the center of the city. When asked why they were spending their evenings drinking and gambling, it seems that the collected strength of the Silnarian Menace had forgotten there was a war going on. With a bar stool I subtly reminded them of their obligations to their country's diplomatic status vis-à-vis Minas Leon, which led to a scene of chaos and destruction which must certainly plague the poor common Taverns of Silnaria on a nightly basis. Upon leaving the Tavern with three less teeth and a string of ears around my neck, I hitched a ride with a local goatherd and made my way to my next destination. |
Original Format Modified from Roxas Sypher's Excellent Work on the York Journal.