Rumors for the Summer Season
o In the North – Skahild
has disappeared.
She has not been seen since the Day of Rebirth, though her lieutenants
insist
otherwise. Rumblings amongst the oppressed of four kingdoms hint of
rebellion against
the Tyrant Princess of the North, if she is indeed absent from the
throne. They
would not dare otherwise. Also, strange monsters not seen before,
like
yet unlike Trolls, have begun to hunt the wilderness.
o In the West – Since the Day of Rebirth the
Bacchae,
wandering packs of dangerous and savage revelers, wander Mynea and her
neighbors, raping and pillaging the local townships as they go. Now the
Mynaed's own daughter & heir Genevieve has run off - some say to
join the
Bacchae in their mad revels, while others whisper she simply wished to
be a
pawn in the Mynaed's matchmaking schemes. All are agreed though that
she is mad
- claiming to have found faith in a god none have heard of before, a
god she
simply calls "the Messenger"...
o In the South – The small fleet of strange ships
from the
hereto unknown kingdom of Albion have left the port at the Imperial
Capital,
and with them they say go Adam and Cassilda, Aloria's first Emperor and
Empress.
The Iron Guard that protects their son and heir, Gavin the First, now
carry the most peculiar of weapons - like crossbows they are, but
no bow
or quarrel do they use. Instead, with a thunderous roar these strange
weapons,
Muskets they call them, spit stones of metal to perform most grievous
injury
upon their enemies.
o In the East – Stories continue that another
Awnsheighlen, matching the description of the Chimaera of old, has
appeared to
haunt the stretch of territory she ruled a generation ago.
Adventurers
are once again gathering in Alor’s Vale to set out in search of this
creature
in the hopes of fame & glory. They say she gathers an army of
monsters to
her in her hidden mountain stronghold.
o In the Heartlands - They say a massive beast, a
dragon
perhaps, has awoken to haunt the countryside. Word is it carries it's
own army
in a fortress on its' back, an army of Gnolls and more loathsome
things, and
that no town it faces can withstand its' ravenous appetite.
