Rising of Chaos

The Royal Basin – The Golden Lands – The Whisperings
2020-03-22 09:00 - 18:00 UTC | Hut Wood, Hut Wood, Southampton
The people of the Golden Lands have been taught loyalty, obedience and courage in the name of the Royal Basin and the Nine and are true to their teachings. They see themselves as a Spiritually pure people who are superior to the other Duchies of the Basin as they are not subjected to the same beatification as the Golden people. From the moment of their birth, when their souls are given right to walk the land, until the moment of their death when their souls are returned to the deities. They are deeply independent of the rest of the Royal Basin through their upbringing, training and beliefs but they are Basanic, its stomach and guts in their work and the land and their soul through belief and prayer.
In the village of Embervale, Doctor Skanlon Stokes, a Chirurgeon of good standing, had hurried through the rain wearied streets in the deep night to attend a patient with curious symptoms. The wife of Alderman Roach had reported that her husband had been speaking at evening prayer when his words had faltered and he had seemed visibly weaker. He had tried to continue but it was as though his voice was been whipped away by some unseen force and he had paled and collapsed. Stokes had investigated and had found no evidence of sickness. Suspecting supernatural or eldritch powers at work the incident had been passed to the Churches and since then two more cases had been discovered. All victims seem to be in a state of near death and the pilgrims seemed stumped so the Iron Table is called into action.
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The Case of the Cheesemonger’s Daughter
2020-03-21 09:00 - 18:00 | Hut Wood, Hut Wood, Southampton
It was a most curious situation. One of the smallfolk missing on the streets of Haven is not, I am sad to say, that uncommon an occurrence. Scarcely noteworthy, and hardly the sort of thing that we would often trouble Guildsfolk with.
When we found the girl’s paramour – a bootblack by the name of Richard Haines – was also missing, we thought the case had solved itself. Then Constable Codgins found the note hidden in the boy’s beer.
“Aol Ohssz vm Qbzapjl zohss ulea ahrl klspclyf vm aolpy yhapvuz vu aol 9ao myvt Ohyvsk Yhftbz vu Iypknl Zaylla.
Aolyl dpss il aoyll jyhalz.
Aol aopyk dpss il jollzl.”
Most curious indeed. And far beyond my pay grade.

Frozen North – Epic – The Remains of Fire Spire
2020-03-14 09:00 - 2020-03-15 18:00 | Hut Wood, Hut Wood, Southampton, Hampshire
These events take place in the Frozen Northlands, beyond the Ancestral Borders in a snow covered wasteland. Ancient fables dwell beneath the icy branches of the foreboding forests that litter the tired landscapes, nightmares from the sleeping days of the first tribes. Wicked Dralkosh demand obedience in return for protection of the scattered communities whilst Oracles seek the future in the castings of their Nordigans.
The Spires of the North hide many secrets, bound by sickening tradition and haunted by the sacrifices of the distant past few tread here safely.
The Lycans of Wolfspire, the lost knowledge of the Harvesters, dark rituals of the Torakaylin and whispered words of the Countess beckon to the unwise. Yet hope remains in Bonespire, a rallying point for change and future days where the traditions of the wicked folk are banished
During the first days of 2020 an expedition took place into the heart of the Drayel Vork and discovered that the North had fallen silent. Reports are that the Dralkosh have stopped serving their Spires and that the Ondrasks have sent people South in search of the lowland Dralkosh of the quiet tundra. The Sisterhood of Oracles have fled from some unspoken persecution and new nightmares stalk the hidden paths of the dark places. In the wake of the Countess’ departure the Frozen North has come to feel more isolated and darker than ever before.
Whispers of Ancient Gillieabad that share the names Strovalyier and Noth have been heard; whispers that were secrets kept by the Dralkosh for fear of what they might bring. These legends say that once they were called Grandmother and Grandfather but that Noth left to come to the Mountains of the Kuldisar to take up the burden of their Razorbacked patron. Now the Coalition sends forth the brave to seek answers and whether there is a people left to save.
