LADY TRUTHFUL | Have You Missed Me?

[LADY TRUTHFUL 277]

 

 

 

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TRANSCRIPT:

 

Hail dear Readers,
Have you missed me? Upon the release of my first edition, the Empire has thrown
itself into a wild frenzy. Ladies grasping for their pearls, knights hot on my trail, it
seems my gossip has truly upset the Imperium. Worry not, dear readers, for this
author has no intention of disappearing any time soon. Princess Valentina can scurry around like a madwoman as much as she wants, my true identity will not be so easily revealed.
Though it may be that Ibleese himself works fast, I work faster. I come to bring you nothing but the truth, for my namesake does not elude me. You may have thought me to cower underneath my writing desk, though it is quite the opposite; my eyes and ears have been wide open, listening and seeing all there is.

 

CUT FROM UNCOUTH CLOTHS

It takes plenty to thoroughly surprise me, however it would seem that this one undeniably takes the cake. Our Imperium must be filled with indignified mothers, for it would seem certain children of House Mareno have a most questionable parentage,  of which leaves the rest of us intrigued. The one and only Circe Mareno was once a very sought after young lady in her youth—that is, right before the sudden birth of her two children, Sirius and Eirene Mareno. With not a ring upon a finger, nor bells to be rung, and her long term retreat from socialization, it leaves nothing but riveting questions in the air.

The two Mareno children are cherubs to be sure, but it is rather bewildering that not a single man has claimed the two as his own blood. Circe unmarried, no acclaimed father, it makes one wonder if these children are truly legitimate. Of course, the only one to rightfully look towards for a response would be the one orchestrating this facade. This author gazes upon you, Miss Circe Mareno, to come forth with such an answer to the secrecy surrounding these matters. These two children have been taught to lie under your command, but whatever for so? Secrets always have a way of being dug up—either by your own doing, or of my writing.

FROM MOTHERS’ ARMS

 Once disgraced from her family, Imperial Princess Livia Horen has been once more welcomed back into the arms of her kin, as well as bequeathed her titles of birthright. Even so, our dear princess still finds her maternal claim in another woman’s embrace, the Imperial Master Physician, Andromède dey Medford.

Princess Livia has spent plenty of time away from her family, gaining a sense of humility and had finally attended festivities with that of the Imperial retinue during the Prince’s Tour. Upon the tour stop on Alba’s doorstep, Livia had shouted out to gather her mother’s attention. Although the crowd’s gaze scanned Glasgon’s garden for that of the Empress of Man, it was none other than Andromède dey Medford who graced the stairs of the garden. Baffling as it may be, it appears that Her Imperial Highness could be aiming to make a fool out of her rightful mother in her own homelands, nonetheless! After the incident, it has been noted that Andromède has not been seen once in the company of Livia since. Perhaps once more she has found herself fallen through the grip of a mother’s embrace.

 

FIENDS IN SILKEN CLOTH

My dearest readers, for those of you who have found yourself not so fortunate enough to have stumbled upon my first edition, ill-spawn has turned into an even more formidable threat in our Empire. The curse I previously spoke of slithers its way into our lives, for it has certainly raked its claws over the Archduchy of Alba once more. Power-hungry politicians aiming for your votes are not the only thing you need worry about, but rather the bloodfiends you find yourself bound to at the altar. 

The Archduke of Alba’s niece, Anne Margery Alstion, was wed to the Baron, Ghislain de Anjou, only a few months ago by her aforementioned uncle. Without a notice to anyone, Baron Ghislain was found pummeled and burnt, left to wither as ashes upon the roads to Alba. Why for, you may ask? In fact, it would come to this author’s attention that our dear Anne Margery was left in the hands of no other than a bloodfiend! Seemingly a trusted man in the Archduchy, no one truly knew the man’s nature behind his honeyed words. Be cautious, dear readers, monsters are still amongst us, no matter how many they leave burnt and bruised.

 

My words ring true, for my eyes and ears are everywhere. My absences from the courts in the Empire are few and far between, for I am not just singular, but instead you shall find me in everything you hear and see. If there is something, by any chance, I miss, this author’s inbox is open to all. There is a special place meant for those who speak of true gossip, I only provide the platform for such. I heed you all once again of my warnings before we depart—you shall never find me. I am not the noble woman you see standing against the wall like decor, nor the footman that serves you crimson wine to soak up your sorrows. I am in the dirt of your shoes, in the lace of your necklines, I am every thoughtful notion in your head. Do be frightened dear readers, my teeth are certainly sharper than those of blood fiends.

 

Fare thee well,
Lady Truthful
 

 

 

 

 

Edited March 15 by LADY TRUTHFUL

[Mescaffier 6197]

Johanna let out a little breath of relief – she was quite thankful not to be so important as her friends were to find Lady Truthful's attention. Still, however, she could not help but to ponder . . .

 

"She is not a noble lady? But she can write so well! Ah ..." she breathed. "I hope she is, in secret, one of the imperial tutors - so that I might learn to be as witty," the Barclay giggled, folding it up to deliver unto Caius, later. 

[sarahbarah 7105]

EIRENE caught wind of the rumors only through the pitiful glances she was afforded in passing. When she finally managed to sneak a glance at that gilded parchment, her face only crumpled.

 

She promptly retreated to her chambers, face flushing in embarrassment. 

[TheIchorDruid 1986]

Andromède swatted toward the poor maid serving the Pontifical household. The unfortunate woman had been most insistent in delivering a particular pamphlet to the Imperial Master Physician. Twice over had it had been refused. Accepted at the third attempt that came later in the afternoon beside the maiden's cup of chamomile. The wallflower released a mutter under her breath, her already melancholy expression sinking further. "I ought to write to Liv'."

[Phoebe202 1057]

A fair Lady-in-wait to HRH Valentina burst into the room bearing a copy of the pamphlet. 

"Your Imperial Highness- the latest Truthful!" Cried she with much fanfair.

@kuerbis

[kuerbis 3802]

That Imperial had hidden away in her chambers, a bored glance cast towards her Lady-in-Waiting, as she suddenly burst into the room. Her boredom soon turned into confusion, and thereafter, once more, into anger. "This filthy wench won't ******* stop, will she? Oh when I find her I shall-...!" Her words became muffled, persumably she was describing multiple violent endings for the author to Francesca de Senna. @Phoebe202

[Cheese 8880]

On one of her visits to Reinmar to visit her beloved twin, Constantina gasped! "Clementine!" She shrieked, all but shoving the missive into her sister's hands. "That witch has written about our beloved Circe! We cannot let this stand a minute longer!" @Lalosia

[hopey 364]

“Elizabeth shan’t need my help,”

Amidst the low groan of rushing waters, quiet murmurs caressed over the lithely shoulder of Livia Caesonia

“She fashions herself a bitter fool.” A jaunty tune blubbered thereafter, soil-encroached palms catching the stream’s vigour. A pail of freshly-chosen flowers lay rightly to her side, nestled by the Prince of Alduun who possessed the aforementioned missive of scrutiny.

 

@sam33497

[TaraJess 2848]

Ever a lover of gossip Aurelian was... but her beloved Eirene? Aurelian's face scrunched over such reading, the paper crumpled and discarded, replaced by fresh parchment and ink. A bird would be sent off to Myrine.

[0mnip0tent 338]

Roswyn Halcourt read this publishing with great dismay, keeping it from the prying eyes of her children who so oft' spent time around those Mareno children in question. The sweet Eirene, and dear Sirius... oh, those poor, sweet babies.

[Cally 1080]

Little Neasa, as jovial a girl as she was… quite un-piously enjoyed the thrill of gossip. Some she thought deserved it, though as green eyes traced along Eirene’s name so many times.. as they had the last missive, she could not help but frown. “Why do they try to hurt my butterfly buddy’s feelings so?” Asked the girl as she leant on the root of her residential hearty oak. 

[MrMojoMordor 2413]

A goblin wipes tears from the corner of his slanted yellow eyes, having been barking with laughter every few minutes. This is the highlight of his usually bureaucracy filled days, reminding him of his youth during Heartlands Crisis. Investigative Journalism is still alive.

Calming down a little - he mulls & writes on the corner of a public missive in the Petran tavern: "Wish to donate 200 mina for your continuing pursuit of Truth. Reach out to Bon'Ox"

 

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Thank you for the Transcript!!

 

[Master Monkey 20]

A well-dressed elf sits upon one of the benches in The Empire's square. "There is a special place meant for those who speak of true gossip.." He quoted from the paper with his polite voice. He crossed his legs as he leaned back into the bench and looked up towards the sky. "How curious..."

[BaconAvengerII 117]

Maeryk was handed a copy by a friend seated on a bench in the Capitol's Square.

 

"A coward who targets children..." furrow set into her brow as she struggled with a few of the words, Common not being her first language, "Clearly, they have no regard for the truly innocent."

 

This was now the second time children had been targeted in these hit-pieces.

Now, it wasn't just the Soldiery looking for the author.

Edited March 16 by BaconAvengerII