WHAT

Who the holy fucking hell betrayed my very direct and very explicit order, entered my menagerie, and murdered my Behir? Why are my guards dead? Why does my remaining guard tell me it was you insubordinate, order disobeying, pieces of brood filth? I swear by Malagant’s crusted up shit stained asshole will see justice and retribution had this day!

Who did it? Councillors report. Sheriff report. I want their heads.I want reports. I want reports tattooed on the scalps of those aforementioned heads.

Answers..NOW!

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A Plea for Aid

Dear Free People of Arthos,

You have not heard from either of us in a long time but we speak to you now as outcasts from our own people. As refugees with nowhere else to turn but to our friends from around the world and to the very people who have saved this world countless times, the adventurers. We have fought beside you, we have witnessed great victories and humbling defeats together. Now when the world is in need we ask you to unite together and join us. We suspect this land coming toward us is in fact the ancient home of the Berphauntian people, the fabled land of Amerinthia. What ever happened here so long ago is now our legacy to go back and set right.

The Berphauntian Empire ignores the threat they are faced with and the Whiteraven Alliance neglects its duties by waiting for the battle to come to them. So it must be us, the free willed, the individuals, the unaligned who answer this call.

The Sons of Sprawn are going in force to the new island and we have made contact with them. Krulbjorn Lightstrike of the Stormborn assures us that no harm with come to any who lend aid. This is an opportunity not only to save our world from a largest threat it has ever seen but also to begin the threads of peace to the unending wars back home.

Who will answer our call? Who will come to the land of the brood and perhaps there we will even find an end to the monstrous race of the insects or even to the horror of Ga’more himself. We have been hiding on Melinda and if you do not believe our words trust in the guidance of the one who has cause to hate Ga’more and see him dead more than any other, Essylt, the dragon once under his domination and command, has set us on this path. If you follow a dragon you will not let Ga’more go unpunished for what he did to Essylt! But even more so if you follow a god you cannot stand by and let the betrayer of the gods get away with causing the death of an entire pantheon along with so many others. And if you serve no one but yourself think now on what the brood have done to you and those around you and consider this may be the first step toward actually taking the fight to Gamore and turning the tables on the brood in their own lands.

Essylt wants to see this threat removed from the world more than any other, she has offered aid to get any who are willing to Amerinthia. We have used the last of our resources to arrange for Skein Gate travel to Melinda on the day we set sail. While our actions go against the command and wishes of our leadership, and may even seem treasonous to some, please know we do this to persevere the future and legacy of both the Empire of Berphaunt and the Whiteraven Alliance. We are their children and we must save these lands for our children’s children. Board your ships or come by Skein Gate and make haste to Melinda to join us in this cause. None who wish to help end this bastard god of domination and his lust for power will be left behind. On August 4, 2259 Essylt will take any who have made it to Melinda and transport us via the Far Realm to once lost realm of Amerintha.

This isn’t just about our countries who have abandoned Arthos to its fate. This is about us, as free people, standing up to the tyrant god and his army of bugs and saying, no more. We will not be afraid. We will not run, nor will we hide. By sword, dagger, alchemy and magic, on this day we will fight!”

– Prince Leopold Tiefanue & Princess Lousia Berphaunt

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Regarding the Brood threat:

Citizens of the great Empire of Berphaunt:

It is with a heavy heart we must reply to this leak of misinformation and inform everyone of the facts as they stand and the Empire’s actions.

Yes, there is a large landmass, we suspect to be an undiscovered continent approaching our very own Maud’madir. This much is true. And it does appear that a large number of brood have infected this land. But the threat to our lives has been greatly exaggerated let us assure you. There are not “millions” of brood and a “new species” of orc on this new land. Berphaunt’s Legions have proven time and again to be more than a match for any military force we’ve had to face and we will not go out to strange lands searching for trouble. Rest assured; you are safe and secure in your own homes. If you do encounter a brood please inform your local authorities and we will dispatch the nearest legion immediately. The Emperor takes your safety very seriously and that is why he will not be wasting a single soldier by sending them on a fool’s errand to another land supposedly “filled with brood.

Long Live the Emperor
Long Last the Empire.

-Chamberlain Alderan de Mowbray, On behalf of Emperor Louis Berphaunt.

An Announcement from the Council of Elders to the free people of the Whiteraven Alliance:

We are taking the impending Brood threat very seriously. The council of leaders has met and, with the blessing of the Church of Light, have decided our best course of action is to prepare for an all out war by defending our own borders. We would urge you at this time to join your fellow soldiers and sign up, every able bodied man and woman of every race will be needed in the coming war. Sign up now and get the training you need to fight back against the brood when they arrive on our lands. Let us stand together, strong and prepared for when the enemy brings the fight to us!

-Counselor Mousta, representing the Kingdom of Tiefenue during Prince Leopold’s temporary absence.

Underworld LARP Jericho Presents: Corridors of Power

Good people died that our children may be born in a land which we may permanently call home. We have heard the stories, and seen the graves. But now we are here, and a year ago we were told that this land was ours. Not all milk and honey, but ours.

We share a name for the land, Jericho. When we arrived, it had been reduced to almost nothing. We have made something of that nothing. Now the fields of rocks are fields of crops, planted one at a time. The town thrives where before nothing thrived. Fruit trees bloom where nothing bloomed. Broken buildings have been rebuilt into our homes and we share what we have learnt with each other.

Yes, we have everything now, food, water, shelter, livestock, and most importantly our families — everything. Though for all we have built for ourselves, the problems of the lands have become ours as well. We will train, and we will fight, and we will keep them that way.

Because above all, we are here. Alive. In a land we call “home”.

We believe, my lords, we have said enough already. We will only add that we are doing nothing but our duty. We have endeavoured to serve your people, and now we are prepared to suffer for them.

– The Peasantry of Jericho

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Underworld LARP Jericho Presents: Blood Drunk

Change is carried on an ill wind; while the council of Jericho looks inward to fill their final positions and approaches stability, the tradesfolk preach of malcontent over recent events, seeking any aid they can find. With a new way to run a Berphauntian settlement, as the Admiral had said, representatives of all walks of life arrived to provide the citizens of Jericho with guidance and continued support, but what will this bring and how will Jericho’s organizations thrive?

Talk of vampires fill the conversations of the peasantry after dark following long days in the fields, no animal is allowed to remain outdoors at night and doors are latched tight. Any who frequent a tavern have their ears filled with rumour and discussion of what they believe needs to occur.

Since the departure of Bartholomew Templeton, Mayor of Mea’Visa, after being thanked for the use of his town by a member of the Black Channel, supplies and trade to and from Mea’Visa have not suffered but have continued into the merchants of Old Crucible as normal. The seeming migration of vampires to Jericho has diminished and only the haunting thanks to those who accepted a gift from the Black Channel remain whispering in the minds of the citizenry.

Travelers from all directions have reported passing by bands of Orcs and Goblins along the roads with makeshift camps, though those from the North report seeing a large encampment that seems recently established about two weeks away. While Jericho fended off several of the Harbringers of Baagh recently, many travelers and rumourmongers speak harshly of what a warband of green skins settling on the borders of Jericho could represent.

Whether blood is to be spilled, or consumed, any sense of safety around Jericho has soon vanished. Will the Channel return after the warning to stay out of their business? While citizens stand hopeful that these matters are at the top of the council’s agenda, musings continue to abound. Will the council take the lead in resolving matters at hand? Will citizens become divided and take it upon themselves? Will concerns amongst the peasantry worsen to the detriment of Jericho’s economy?

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