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+**2/15/2025**\\
+A violent scuffle erupted just east of Tharis—three members of House Black clashed against… something. But the whispers in the streets fail to capture exactly what they faced. Then, without warning, reality itself fractured. Three buildings—erased. Not destroyed, not burned, not reduced to rubble—just... gone. As if they had never existed at all. No explosion. No sound. No lingering scent of fire or decay. Nothing. And yet, the aftermath was undeniable. The once-mighty members of House Black lay scattered across the pavement like bloodied ragdolls, their bodies battered, their presence reduced to a mere afterthought in the face of something far greater. And there, amidst the devastation, lay the corpse of a woman. Who was she? What happened here? There’s only one way to find out… but some truths are better left buried.
+**2/13/2025**\\
+Along the cost near Torm, a villa was attacked and destroyed by faithful of Jarmila and Lysara. The entire structure was razed to the ground and clergy were seen sanctifying the ground.
+**2/04/2025**\\
+A small fleet left Tharis and vanished into a cloud of mist... Only to be seen again several days later on a return journey from some place... What could have happened? Where could they have gone? Either way, the small fleet had docked once more at Tharis.
+**1/30/2025**\\
+The void that once enveloped the Violet’s room flickers—a brief shimmer in the fabric of existence—before vanishing entirely. But the room does not return. It's left a perfect spherical carving of where the room should've been.
+**1/29/2025**\\
+In the dead of night, something unspeakably grotesque transpired in the foyer of the Sceptre of Knowledge. A woman arrived under the cloak of darkness. Bronze-skinned, brown-eyed, clad in layered shades of crimson, and—for some reason—turtle sheaths strapped to her. She carried a shipment. There was no record of any such delivery. Yet, she insisted. And with a deliberate, echoing slap upon the crate, it unmade itself—collapsing into pieces, revealing something horrific. A man stood frozen in place. Rigid. Unmoving. His expression locked in a silent delight, eyes unfocused, yet filled with ecstasy. A paintbrush rested in his grip, mid-stroke, as though time had abandoned him. And then, the true horror. His blood coursed through the canvas, draining from his body, swirling into streaks of crimson before surging back into his veins—an unholy cycle of life and death, artistry and suffering. An eternal loop of creation fueled by his own essence. The room fell into a stunned, breathless silence. Then—a sudden gasp. The artist still lived. Everyone was ordered to step back. No one dared interfere. The authorities had yet to decide what to do with this grotesque shrine of flesh and torment. And the woman who delivered this perverse masterpiece? She has a name. Tatianna. Deputy of River. Employed by the Extravagant Boars Mercenary Company. She walked in. Left her nightmare behind. And vanished into the night.
+**1/27/2025**\\
+A writer by the name of Miss Annie Fiddlebottom released an article on daily life of the great city of Tharis. "This city is so wonderful, you can really live your best worst life here! So many live carefree lives. As long as you don't break the laws of course. You're able to get the most yummy food ever. Read books at the amazing libraries here. And visit the Violet for the best live music! I even saw... A young woman dressed in all black with the most beautiful crimson eyes skipping through the streets! She was a little messy though... Seems like her mouth was covered in a lot of red wine... But she was singing happily. See! She's having a blast! Come down to our great place and be free just like her."
+**1/24/2025**\\
+A low, ominous rumble shakes the Violet Hotel. The tremors are brief, but their aftermath is chilling: an entire room, erased from existence. In its place, a perfect, circular void gapes—silent and unnatural. Guests are unharmed, thanks to the swift actions of the Maitre’D. Yet fear spreads as the void remains, defying repair and reason. Guards swarm, taking frantic statements. How does a soundless void consume a room? Why was no one hurt? Madame Rash’noda, the room’s occupant, was conveniently absent, safe in the Lounge during the event. The Order of Midnight has been summoned. The air hangs heavy with dread.
+**1/20/2025**\\
+From the desk of the Chairperson: The Unity Council hereby announces the formation of a brand new Syndicate : The Union of Blood. The Union of Blood will be tasked with analyzing the genealogical state of the city and determining if there is any extant corruption amongst the populace. This new mission will be essential in preserving inherent human potential to achieve absolute self-determination. May the Steel of our industry and the Blood in our veins unite in a glorious struggle for a better tomorrow!
+**1/15/2025**\\
+Official Statement from Shadow Officials:
+"To all whom this may concern, A dwarf named Skorist has wreaked havoc in Shadow twice in a short period, prompting this official response.
+First Incident:\\
+Skorist took it upon himself to deliver "swift justice" to a necromancer actively causing a disturbance in the Magistrate Plaza. He was fined and served time in jail for his actions.
+Second Incident:\\
+Earlier today, Skorist attacked a citizen unprovoked while they were going about their day. Six guards attempted to intervene, and all were harmed in the process.
+Due to this blatant disregard for Shadow’s Mercantile Law, Skorist has been banned from Shadow for two years and must pay a 1 million gold fine. Additionally, Solomon Jonah Thawne is fined 150,000 gold for joining the altercation instead of stepping back and allowing city officials to handle the situation. Nobody is above the law, and we are the law. --Shadow Merchant's Council
+**1/13/2025**\\
+Phaedra Long the Fire Mage of the Far West held a fiery and explosive parade through the heart of Shadow! People celebrated through the night, bringing the light of fire magics to the hearts of all who attended!
+**1/3/2025**\\
+A dragon made of reddish-orange mist has been seen flying over the Dagger Region. It did a flyover of the entire continent before vanishing again. What could this mean? What is to come?
+**1/2/2025**\\
+A representative of the Crown of Torm announces this: "The heads of the fugitive Anya and the Necromancer Azraiel are here for all to see." Besides the Rep is a wooden box with the head of a Kitsune and Half-Drow next to each other. "Let this be a reminder to any and all who would dare bring harm to our city and its citizens, that you will be brought to justice." With that, the heads are left there for some time for all to see before being removed a bit later. The bounty on their heads has been claimed.
+**1/1/2025**\\
+A new oasis has been discovered in the desert East of Shadow, and has been named Ivalir Oasis after its watcher and protector, offering a reprieve from the harshness of the deep desert.
+**12/27/2024**\\
+After dealing with an attack, a representative of the Crown of Torm speaks to the people in the square:
+"Our city was attacked, and the one claiming responsibility is a half-drow by the name of Azraiel Remazros. A necromancer who broke out women with split colored black and red hair, who goes by the name of Anya. A 1 million gold kill bounty has been placed on Azraiel, and a 1.5 million gold capture bounty has been placed to bring him in to answer for his crimes. Anya has a capture bounty or kill bounty worth 500,000 gold. Both are here by banned from the city of Torm and a missive has gone out to all our allies. That is all." Following this message, several other cities have banned Azraiel the Necromancer, including Antioch, Azha, Graez, Serakii, Kinaro, and Seneca.
 **12/22/2024**\\
 Two days back, a scouting force from Winter's Teeth assaulted the north gates of Shadow! Thanks to the intervention of Mardred Riverbed and one of his allies, along with a mysterious letter from an as yet undisclosed source, the guard was ready, with a fresh contingent summoned to repel the undead threat. Unfortunately, in spite of efforts to the contrary, one of the winter skeletons made it through the city, heading further south. What is Jack Frost planning?

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