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Hail dear Readers, 

Huzzah! Peace might be finally upon us, but as usual, not for long. As far as this author knows, the serenity of our beloved Empire might come to a close very soon. To soothe the paranoia, perhaps attending the first stop of the Warp Tour by Landskar might do the trick? This author particularly favors the song Empire of Manchild, a very fitting title indeed.

Instead of talking about the mamas of our Imperium, it seems fathers follow not far behind in terms of neglectfulness. Is it truly so hard to wrap all of your children in equally warmed quilts? Whether they be fine silk or scraggly cotton, all babes deserve to be wrapped in parental love. Doesn’t that sound delightful, Miss Valentina? Nevertheless, I bring more news of great importance. When do I not sate your voracious hunger for gossip, dearest reader? We both need each other in a way, which makes this author appreciate you immensely. If only those among our imperiality shared the same affections.

DOVER ON OVER

When all was finally thought to come to a rest, news of heartbreak continues to aggress our Empire. The Earl of Dover, George Aldersberg, has passed away in his home, but not due to natural causes. Poor George met a quite terrible fate indeed, facing his final moments at the end of a knife. One does wonder though, who would’ve had such motives to kill the Earl of Dover? Surely not done by his own hand, but rather by that of his blood?

Fathering five children must be exhausting, but perhaps not when all of them are sold off and neglected like cattle at pasture. One might first look to the eldest of his brood, George Edward of Dover, heir to the Earldom of Highbury, who may have gotten tired of waiting for his moment to shine as Earl.  Perchance even his second oldest, Leonhardt, who may have been pushed over the edge, overcome by rage at his father for letting everyone else overshadow his accomplishments as the second son. Aside from George’s sons, he is the father to his three daughters who individually have their own reasons to spite him.

One of his eldest daughters, Princess Clementine of Reinmar, was married off to Siegfried Barclay, a man whose own age rivals that of the late Earl. This author spreads her judgement quite thin as we know, but what father marries his own child off to a man nearly older than he? I also perhaps wouldn’t put it past Clementine’s twin, Duchess Constantina, to put an end to the Earl’s life. Another daughter, married off to a duke who seems more slob than man, otherwise known as Duke Duncan Baruch II of Valwyck. Lest us not forget the youngest girl, Susanna Helvets, who this author has become quite familiar with in previous writings. Married off without a choice to Adrian Helvets, nephew of Helaine Elizabeth Aldersberg, who wouldn’t hold spite for her accursed father?

With plenty of scornful eyes set upon George of Dover, it brings more than a few possible candidates to the light of who may have orchestrated his murder. Of course, this author brings forth only speculation based on the truthful, ingenuous facts known in our Empire. I leave it up to you, dearest readers, to dissect what information I have provided. The best gossip only comes from the truest, most barbarous hearsay.

 

TO MY DEAREST VALENTINA

Have you tired yourself out, pretending you loath my very being? You told me that my pamphlets were wastes of parchment, but I have come to bring great news indeed. A gust of wind has brought a letter into my nimble grasp, one particularly meant for my eyes.

Before the eve of your coronation to officially become Empress of Azuras, one of your dear ladies-in-waiting has informed me of a plan to assassinate you using the passageways to your private chambers. Tuck in your covers extra secure tonight Your Imperial Majesty, your life is certainly in danger. I am not your foe to wield threats against, instead, use my caution as a proper warning. You will see that my presence is very much needed in this Imperium.

You never responded to my question: how is little Masked Drusilla doing?

After a period of nothing but war, things finally started to liven up a little. This author thrives on the activity in our dear Imperium—it is when my gaze can scour from the shadows and skies to search for the most fickle of secrets. Continue your foolish beliefs that my writing is useless, perhaps you will be my next subject. Miss Valentina has surely learnt that lesson herself, no?

The pursuit for my identity is, and will remain, futile. I am your master of secrets, the All Seeing Eye, even the little bird you refer to in conversations. How will you ever come to covet my identity, if I am everything and everyone? These penned pages know more of your truest selves than you shall ever come to know. Until next time, keep your wits about you and quieten your tones, for I am always in wait.

 

Fare thee well,
Lady Truthful
 

Edited April 10 by LADY TRUTHFUL

[Cheese 8880]

The Duchess of Valwyck's eyes sharpened upon the accusations written about her and her siblings, holding the pamphlet with shaking hands. "Send for my Mother," She breathed. When the poor courier at her side took too long to move, her head whipped to him, quickly enraged. "NOW! I will not have these accusations against me!"

[kuerbis 3802]

A frown deepened upon Valentiná's countenance. Her eyes wandered over her ladies-in-waiting, soon narrow with suspicion. The paper was cast into the flames of the fireplace in her sitting room before she uttered a simple, "You are all dismissed until further notice," before lifting from her sofa and departing in her quiet fury, without further words. 

That night, the only entrance to her chamber a'top the Horen tower was duly locked, bolted and sealed shut. On top of that, she managed to shove some heavy furniture in front of the doors to further her diminished sense of security, at least somewhat.

@Demonica @Cheese @ydegirl @Phoebe202

[Lalosia 988]

 

The pamphlet passed through a series of couriers before reaching the Princess of Reinmar, a tired sort of bemusement marring her features upon reading the contents within.

 

 

[TaraJess 2848]

Aurelian Greye finds a bench in Alba to lay claim to whilst looking over the missive, for she needed a break from traveling to ensure the taxes on her many stores were paid. 

 

"This woman needs reporters in all corners of the realm, I bore of Alban gossip."

 

She folded the missive, tucked it in her pocket, and called upon her horse. She'd return home to Edrica to tackle a growing stack of paperwork.

[tantuni445 289]

⛧ Deep within the blood-soaked halls of the Black Church, an inferi warlord unleashed his fiends to hunt in mortal lands. ⛧
 

After making sure everyone had left, he pulled out the latest issue of Lady Truthful from where he'd kept it and began to read it with excitement, sipping his morning tea.

[Frisket 4538]

The High Witch Read over the Pamphlet. While amused she told one of her mages.

 

“As much as I like Gossip, she’s an infiltrator, find her…and then turn her in.”

@FredrickTeufel

 

[Anbennar 2351]

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[0mnip0tent 338]

"How curious this all is... I wonder which one of them it is." Then, as Roswyn went about her day, she glanced about the streets to see if she might notice any particularly suspicious ladies-in-wait...

[Mordringfan 166]

The Frost Dwarf grabs one of the pamphlets left by the Sorvian, reading through it to pass the time.