“See! I tole you those Tirrani were up to no good! I tole you! But nobody listens to Agnes do they? Now were doomed!
“I Seen it! Wi my own good eye! Demons tearing themselves from the ground, demons wi no faces, but claws an bones an spiky bits all over! An army of the things hunnerts and hunnerts of em!
“And where do they go? Towards the Moloch crazies is where! They're in it together I say! We're DOOOMED!”
A large number of bone monstrosities have been seen making their way across the archipelago towards the Soceity of Moloch.
Not one guildhall isn't abuzz with excited conversation about the City Fragment. The underground city had been met with scepticism at first, but few clans coudl resists sending someone to look.
Where they expected tight, cramped, dark corridors, they found space, they found light. Timothy and Pennington Bygone have worked a true marvel of technomancy. Alone every passage runs a cunning mixture of glass ore, lightstone, mirror arrays, storm ore vessels, light chimneys, torch holsters, and candles. Somehow the stormlight outside is channeled to every corner of the city.
Even the deepest depths of the empty city are as brilliantly and prismatically lit as the true storms above, yet with none of the dangers the natural sky holds.
The Society of Moloch are all but ready to move to this new home, having spent the last season carving and recarving the halls and homes inside the monolith. Meanwhile, the Spequorii have been tilling soil on the surface in preparation for the efficient farming necessary to feed such a hive. Their soil is said to come from the recently evacuated home of the People of the Flesh.
Only one question remains: What will become of this city? Eventually it, like all fragments, must sink into the mists. Can anything be done to assure such a marvel of the world is eternal?
Chylonaxis of the morticians has proved himself to be of service to the living as well as the dead this season, spearheading the operation to remove the chaotic influence of Hackworth's Terrible 'Fragment Stack.'
Under his guidance, the pillar of storm and mist that has been corrupting the the spin of the archipelago has been safely extracted from the fragments surrounding it! The dangerous structure was blasted away by power of the storms, directed by Chrysocolla and Artemis Velan. Cyrus was present to observe the event, and record it for prosterity.
But not all is well, the powerful geomantic energies of this sky pillar were enough to leave a permanent scar on the Archipelago. A number of fragments have been ripped away with it. While the effects of this scar are not yet visible, Chyronaxis informs those effected that within the season, their homes may drift away to join the sky pillar.
The affected clans are faced with a difficult decision of evacuation. Do they leave behind their established homes, or the safety of the archipelago?
Union? Confederacy? Anarchy? Whatever the clan's view on the archipelago, all covet a precious place on the as yet unnamed City Fragment.
Supposedly it can house seven clans - Three in the city beneath, three on the surface above. Where the seventh clan goes is unsure. Some clans have suggested that this marvel should not fall under the pervue of the controvercial Union of Clans.
The Children of Lost Alice in particular have insisted on removing their likeness from the City. Any statues representing the clan have been taken away.
Justinian Chose his own death, a mortal form too weak,
Enkis didn't have that choice, life stolen at its peak,
Alice curls her charges tight, forever bound to youth,
While Raijin slays an older god, of fang and horn and hoof.
For devotion to his own gods, Eugene can't be faulted,
But none have seen such devotees, as the One Exalted.
Over the previous months, the state of the archipelago has continued to decay. Fragment orbits have been erratic, disrupting trade routes, and flights have been off kilter, leaving all in fear that their homes may plummet.
Katalin of the Gogol family, Chrysocolla of the Favagers, Artemis of the Stormforge, and Greymist of O'Sheas Trading have stepped forward to resolve the plight. All have been working tirelessly to see stability return to the archipelago.
As the next temple gathering approaches, all wait with baited breath for results. Their success or failure is to be announced at the gathering…
Join the Union. It's good for the Archipelago. Pictures of people from a multitude of different clans, all seen to be smiling are seen.
Current members include:
There is not a clan who haven't sighted the intrepid pair as they scour the Archipelago in search of the special rock necessary to stabilize our new home. Stories of their exploits abound, involving them hanging desperately from the edges of cliffs, fighting off hoards of monstrous bat-winged hareppi, and leaping in the nick of time from caves just before they explode.
All await with baited breath to know if their adventure was successful…
New texts have been uncovered from the Rjanslaf Library concerning the Orphaned Gods. It appears the temple is the forgotten temple of the orphaned gods, while the Rjanslaf library is the vault of Knowledge.
Followers of this religion are heralding the coming months as the ascension of the Orphaned Gods to power, and they shall return to this world, making it anew. The bishops of the religion have so far neither confirmed or dismissed this prophecy.
After the runaway success of their first casino, now the Guildhall of their fragment, the Gogol family have spread them to other fragments. Each Casino is staffed by a few Gogol family members, and has numerous gambling tables, where one can wager whatever one likes on the dice and the cards. They seem to be setting themselves up as some sort of alternative to the Taverns set up by the Brewers, serving mostly their own, fierce Firewater. Additionally, there is a marked anti-Union feel to the places - the musicians are often singing earnestly-wrote ballads decrying the consolidation of power, the reign of the many over the few, the removal of liberty, and so on. Even so, the casinos have been pretty succesful, drawing in punters intruiged by the gambling and keeping them there with the friendly atmosphere.
The new casinos are on the fragment of the Crown of Unity, the Red Knives, and the Corvidae, and on the fragment of the Orphan Gods, the Morlocks, and the Spequorii.
It has come out of the Earthboren clan that Eugene Sherlock Hackworth has died in unusual circumstances.
Al has managed to ramp up his beer production, and now the beer is flowing once again. The previous scare of an economic crisis has now been completely overcome. Casinos have now been added to all of the Guildhalls, with a representative from the Gogol's on hand to ensure against cheating and to sell Firewater.
Of the Guildhalls, with the recent expansion of the Guild, Al has now removed the involvement of the individual clans, and has taken on the grim responsibility of looking after them all.
There are also now posters up in each of the Guildhalls saying that Lassiter Amalfi is “searching for paradise bird feathers”.
Spequorii coins are now being accepted in all of the guildhalls. They are made from glass, metal and obsidian and are all embossed with SPQR.
The People of the Flesh were successful evacuated from their fragment, quick action by the Union of clans, and by their members Al, Basian, Lukas and Overseer Sixus meant the evacuation was very successful. The evacuation was done by loading resources and people into the hanger of the union skyship.
Once the people of the flesh had been evacuated, the geomancers, Eugene Hackworth and Derrick Greymist fired the fragment, which turned out to be an egg for some kind of monster, away from the archipelago. Unfortunately the geomancers had not considered what lies in that direction. The egg hatched, and the monster inside came out. It then came crashing into the Zwerginn fragment which had been sitting still for many years, waiting for permission to approach. The Zwerginn were seen driving the creature back into the mists.
Unfortunately this wasn’t the only bad thing that happened to the Zwerginn. A huge fragment left the archipelago, and hurtled towards the Zwerginn, on approach it broke up, and huge chunks battered the city, this cause the city fragment to crack and begin to sink into the mists. Refugees from the fragment recently arrived on the archipelago.
Another of the council has met a grizzly end! The council of three which run the Order of Unity since Justinian's ascention is now down to one member!
The death of Gaius is a double blow to the Order, first for stealing away a leader, second for stealing away the oldest and most popular member of the Knights.
The Legion now flounders, desperately seeking strong leadership. Sir Lukas Thurle now looks to be in a prominent position to take the head.
And lo, through the sky it came. A chair, unlike anything since before or since, of stone. Tied to it were monkeys. It landed… well, crashed into the field. Tore up ten score yards of crops and disgorged a woman in a hat. She righted the chair, chatted to the monkeys, and they once again took towards the storms.
Other similar tales crop up from all over the archipelago, of a flying stone chariot being used to destroy crops and harass livestock.
Rurik Rjanslaf has been arrested by the Union of Clans, for practicing human sacrifice. His clan is currently under siege after trying to harbor the man.
The respnse to this at is mixed across the archipelago. Most clans have some small following of the 'Orphaned Gods' religion, who protest the arrest of this figurehead. There have also been some protest voiced that this is the Union stomping on clan customs. The official response is thus:
“You say that it is your custom to sacrifice virgins? We also have a custom: when men sacrifice other men, we tie a rope around their necks and we hang them. Build your alter; beside it, my carpenters will build a gallows. You may follow your custom. And then we will follow ours.”
Few can argue with this statement, and sympathy for Rurik peters out.
The sinister bowler wearing Milliner known as Guerra has not been seen at all this season, and rumors abound of his demise. Some claim that he died at the hands of the Gogol family, after a major displute over cheating in their gambling houses. Others claim it as a last revenge from the Dolosian monks. Others still claim he committed some slight against the Top Hat, who saw to his folding.
Guerra's wife is in mourning.