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On this day, the last of February, of the Thirty-Second Year since the Resurgence of the Arcadian Sidhe, do I, Halfdan ap Kinrowan ap Dougal, Knight of the Queen's Own, in Her Majesty's Secret Service, pronouce these words: That the Free Hold of Bosky Tarn, won by the nocker Squire Nelseon of Gwydion, Vassal to Sir Gustav the Black ap Gwydion, won through Treachery and Guile, won by Chicanery and Deceit, won by the secret aid of the "Baron" North Arm of Thunder, stand as his no longer. That the Free Hold of Bosky Tarn rests no more beneath a Tyrant's Thumb, hold of a Villain's Pawn. It has been Re-Claimed, through single challenge, by my Squire Sabre "Lion Hearted", and is now once more in his Protectorate. This deed is not yet Done, though his Blade held True, and the Dark Squire's tools did him no harm. A prize was promised to One Deserving. Chancellor of this Hold was held in Contest, a Tourney was held. The Kithain who stood Champion of that Tourney lies Dead, and Dreams no more 'til his Soul Returns reborn. The Kithain who came Victor from that Tourney has been Revealed, and can Claim that Title no longer. No Kithain now stands Chancellor to that Free Hold, yet one must. I do charge my Squire Thusly: That he must find amongst the Kithain of this Barony one to stand as his Chancellor. One deserving of Reward, whose Actions against the Slaves of the Baron NorthArm did commend them to Glory. Brave and Noble Deeds shall Not Go Unrewarded. - Sir Halfdan ap Kinrowan ap Dougal, Knight of the Queen's Own, in Her Majesty's Secret Service.
As I sit on my perch and watch the fate of my home transcend before me .. I wonder why more people don�t drink. The Circus of one Mr. Victor Tokentacher has moved into town, bringing his unseelie gypsies with him. They stole a Satellite last month, this month a naval vessel of the local armed forces. Victor had stolen the Satellite from the humans, then had arranged to have it delivered to him. En route, Keder�s Dragon made off with it in a stunning spectacle of ferocity that left Tokentacher�s Golem in Pieces. Victor then used his Soothsayer, a Satyr of some shirt-lessness, and she found his Satellite on Stormfront Isle (Known in the Vulgar Argot as Mcnabs Island). But yet they needed Transportation, so they hatched a plot which could be their downfall.
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They Proceeded to an abandoned Military Base near the Freehold. It was a drab
collection of red brick buildings near the Harbor, misused and abused for
decades. Naval guns lie filled with lead unceremoniously in a grassy field
near the port, which houses unused Naval vessels dating from back to the
great war. Victor and his Motley crew attempted to �obtain� one of these
submarines in the most dastardly of means � they posed as themselves.
Attempting to entertain the guard, they tried to pass themselves off as circus performers ..the guard shooed them away. They then made a hole through the fence, and snuck across the field .. Tokentacher got caught, and infused the guard with Glamour, freezing him in time. They then ran to the steel salmon, and crawled inside. I watched, your highness, for some time. The mice in the field were tasty, and the Harbor Spirits were vile as always, but still they did not come out. As I was chewing on the tail of one fat mouse there was a lurch from the vessel, and it departed under the water. It was quite some time before the commotion of the submersible being stolen was noticed by the local authorities.. they seemed to think the Sub was going somewhere. I found it on Stormfront Isle, with the Satellite they had lost strapped to the back and the Dragon in Hot pursuit. The great beast had Tokentacher in its clutches in the sky, where he cut his coat and fell the sixty some ought feet to the sea, and nearly drowned. Where it not for the athletic abilities of his Satyr, he would have drowned. I thought of catching him as he fell .. but I couldn�t be bothered to interfere . When the mortal authorities had arrived, they had left the Seeress on the shore, naked and shivering in the cold, sitting on a stone near the water. And that is how the Mortal authorities arrested her. Tokentacher and his Other Satyr made away with the sub to a small inlet, where they buried it. Abandoning it as they did a compatriot. The mortals will investigate his Circus, and then they will investigate us. Lord Halfdane has charged Tokentacher to correct this without any repercussions .. then left for a war on the west coast. And woe falls further, for they have started to meddle with the Giant from the North � After there latest show, they marshaled there unseelie forces, and descended on the Giant, which was engaged in mortal combat with the Dragon. Ill news bodes from this on many reasons. A New nocker, one Dr Fyne, has claimed to be your chancellor. He brought with him the seeress of Tokentacher, and she had shifted courts to that of the coming winter. Above and beyond that .. they proceeded into Halifax, and to the citadel where the deal dwell and I dareen� t go. From there they flushed first the dragon, then the Giant from the Necropolis, and urged them through the town. Until the Giant and Dragon fought once more in the harbor. The Giant won, and it seemed to agree to go back to Dr Fyne�s Lair at the Mansion across the harbor. My Baroness, you are needed .. when will you return ? I look forward to heralding your entrance, so we may discover what these unseelie plot to do, One is now your chancellor, how soon will the other positions fall to their machinations ? Yours with a mouse in his mouth,
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