The Chronicle
First Edition
March 15th, 934 AC
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Mass Murder in our Midst

To the People of RavensDale,

We submit these humble words to you for either your praise or scrutiny. It is our hope that this paper might enjoy a long and fruitful run as well as inspires and entertain the hearts of many. Through use of our new printing press, we give you the world as well as insight into your own community through stories. These stories are your history and should be remembered. We write these words both to inform and persuade so that the ignorant might find enlightenment and the masses might see what's true. For never there was a more pitied soul than a soul which is unaware. We will not allow RavensDale to be in darkness any longer. Today we light a candle and pass it to you to carry on

The Editor


Mass Murder in our Midst
By: Alisteir Pinache

The night shed it's protective coating and let loose the strains of terror. Blood doused the red lantern district as seven women lay murdered. A housekeeper (who wishes to remain anonymous) who straitens the boarding house where one of the victims regularly stayed discovered the bodies early the next day. The following statements will consist of a detailed record on the condition in which each victim was found. For those Ladies who are faint of heart, please read no further.

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Famine in Earmin
By: Alisteir Pinache

The lands of Earmin have found themselves encrusted with a vociferous famine, which has been the product of two months without rainfall. Due to lack of supplies from the Aliere River the famine is spreading at a rabid rate. The peasants in hopes of finding vats of hidden food have ravaged Oanea but most of the searches have been in vain. Queen Nitiqret has called upon any magicians which may find a way to relieve this parch weather that has been plaguing her country. There are rumors that a revolution is forming against the Queen, and that Earmin will either fall by the hands of its people or to Karnith, who have been keeping their eyes upon Earmin for quite some time.

Lueart del Etachea
By: Icath Rubens

The ambassador of Parmoire, Viache Cuwyquer, visited our great land upon a ship laden with precious cargo including a gift to be presented to our beloved Queen from King Ignantius Kywbeyt. Ambassador Cuwyquer presented the ancient and holy artifact, Lueart del Etachea, to our Queen who upon examination declared it to be a fraud much to the dismay and embarrassment of the ambassador and courtiers from Paramoire. The ambassador by orders of King Ignantius set upon an immediate investigation into the missing artifact. He later discovered that the Lueart del Etachea was genuine until landing upon the shores of the city of RavensDale where the port inspector counted all the cargo and found nothing deceiving. It was also discovered that several bolts of fine cloth and bottles of rich oils and spices were replaced with cheep imitations somewhere before entering Villenne. This produced a rose cheek upon our Queen and prompted her to order an investigation into these matters that she will personally oversee. This seems to be the final blow in a line of mysterious disappearances in cargo that has been reported throughout RavensDale. With the loss of such a precious and potentially dangerous object as the Lueart del Etachea, the docks may soon find themselves swarming with soldiers from several different countries.


A Blessing

From the dawn of time, man has attempted to reach out for knowledge and through knowledge advance their society. Now we stand at the threshold of a new generation, one that might know of the joys of reading more easily so we give unto you this Printing Press. This gift has sprouted new ideas and now a record of your lives from day to day. We bestow our blessings upon this rich and wondrous chronicle of the blessed city of RavensDale. May the fruits of its labors blossom and grow, bringing new life unto our world. May the Mother and Father above shine upon our land and our people for all time. Let these words sing true and echo into each generation which is to come the words you see.

Queen Gracera and Lord Smat


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