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alwaysdevilday · 1 year

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Part 2

Spring of the first new year has arrived. The snow still lingers on as it will until the heart of summer, but it's not as terribly harsh as it was in winter and grass is still visible beneath the cover of the pines. A bounty of diorite hidden far beneath the earth has allowed us to make enough smooth tiles to cover most of our surface floor, obscuring ugly sand-riddled loam with pristine, interlocking stone.

We now number seventeen. Ten migrants trudged through the frigid air for god knows how long to join Icemourn and I don't even know why, but extra hands are certainly welcome for the moment. It's worth noting that when a civilization has only eight members (our dwarves and our king alone) migrants will be drawn from mysterious and unknowable origins. This technically means that the game creates them out of whole cloth, but I like to think that they were itinerant and simply did not have a nation of origin until they decided to join us. Whatever the case, they're dwarves of Icemourn now, loyal only to the banner of our group, the Last Wanderer.

During the winter we spent a lot of time prioritizing our subterranean expansion. Access to stone meant access to easy and plentiful building and crafting materials, many of which could be quite valuable and hardy--not to mention the security that being deep beneath the earth represented. A few weeks of work and what would become our "main floor" was cleaned of debris and tidied up significantly. We smoothed the floors of our (non-denominational) temple, our future militia's barracks, a handful of offices and our first infirmary.

Additionally, we spruced up the kitchen and food storage areas, laying down pine slats to seal off the packed soil beneath. I don't know if there's a tangible effect from this, but it undoubtedly makes me feel better. Unfortunately I didn't manage to construct the canal-ways in time to get fresh water into our fortress, but I'm prepared for when the weather warms this year.

Since I've come down with a bad case of stone-greed, I had also ordered my dwarves to carve away at the stone far, far below our feet. I would need great fields of rock to supply me with enough materials to rebuild our civilization, so I would go as deep as I needed to, damn the consequences. After about 20 meters, I set up a series of chambers that would serve as the foundation of our mining chasms. Little did I expect that I would come into contact with an ancient cave system spanning a massive depth.

I counted! This chamber (open air shown in blue) extends vertically a full 37 z-levels (about 74 meters) to the dark, murky water below. The whole cavern plays host to a network of towering fungus of several varieties. So far I see no signs of hostile life, but I plan to seal it off just in case. Either way, the moment I broke the seal on this cave system countless centuries'-worth of spore-saturated underground air flooded into our fortress. You may have noticed some yellowish patches in previous pictures? Yeah, that's our new fungal carpet. You're welcome. Regardless, work continues apace.

Meanwhile on the surface, I've directed the dwarves to construct upwards, walling off a section on top of our hill to allow our handful of chickens to roost and forage and potentially allowing us to set up an apiary in the future. Honey is tasty and shiny golden, and as we all know, bees are generous roommates. Thankfully, the local colonies seem to be extremely resistant to cold weather.

Unfortunately in our efforts to secure our home, we've neglected to provide our dwarves with private lodging. They'll be content enough with the primitive dormitories I've provided for a little while, but sooner or later I'll have to bite the bullet and construct a residential district of some kind. It wouldn't do to have our citizens disgruntled by constantly being exposed to each others' various odors. I took a few minutes to lay out the skeleton of what would hopefully satisfy their needs.

Thanks to some careful organizing and the help of our fortress management-dwarf, our basic needs are being met purely off of our last trade and the occasional foraging excursion. Thankfully, many of the plants in the area are hardy and their roots and stalks tend to survive being blanketed in snow. With only seventeen mouths to feed and plenty of livestock in reserve I'm not too concerned for the moment, but I know that with a growing population will come growing demands for long term solutions.

As an aside: I've requested that my dwarves build a few simple wooden cages. The puppy population is growing quickly and I fear that before long I'll have too many of them running around to keep track of. I'll let them roam freely until the end of this year but come winter, I'll be adopting some of them out to the trading caravan who will hopefully provide them with good homes.

It also might be a bit overdue, but I decided to build a farmer's workshop to start handling some of my animal population in various ways. The first order of business is to actually milk the water buffalo and yak that I have hanging around outside my fortress gates. Hopefully they won't object after a year with almost no handling.

Speaking of food, let's take a look at our stocks, shall we?

Our primary form of alcohol delivery has been in cranberry and bayberry wine. Personally, I find this delightful as hell and I'd actually love to try some. Unfortunately the wine is digital and cannot currently be accessed as I am not yet a wizard.

Our food itself is perhaps less exciting, delivered to dwarven mouths entirely in the form of biscuits! I'm not quite sure what the binding agent here is, as not every biscuit uses egg and we don't have access to flour, but they're evidently making it work somehow. Even in the case of the... "bayberry wine biscuit"? Formed entirely of bayberry wine. And nothing else.

I've decided to do my best to provide them with better food in the future.

Just in time for summer, we received our first visitor, a human mace-man. This made me think that we might start getting more travelers in the future, so I decided to start planning for the construction of an inn and tavern; such an attraction might tempt some folks to stay, which could be a boon if we're ever invaded. I'll never say no to more meatshields. For right now they'll have to content themselves with hanging around the fortress entrance, but once I have enough materials the project is on for real.

As the height of summer hits, several things happen at once.

The temperatures rise above freezing for the first time this year. The river ice melts and allows water to start flowing into my little canal. Soon we will have a steady and safe supply of drinking water, which is vital for the recovery of injured dwarves. The grate I've installed should ensure that no errant fish (or goblins) make their way into my cistern.

With the coming of the thaw, there also comes a human caravan. Humans are not quite as fond of alcohol as dwarves are, but they can still carry it, and so their arrival is welcome news. Unfortunately I have very little in the way of trade goods prepared so I'll have to scramble to come up with something that they might find shiny enough to give me booze for.

When the human merchant's guild representative asks me what I would like to request for trade next year, we cheerfully reply "as much alcohol as you can carry in every variety I haven't seen before". Or at least that was my intent. I'm not sure how my broker phrased it.

In the rush to create some valuable trade goods, my dwarves must have gotten some wires crossed in the order relay, because they studded our hive boxes with gemstones. This was not the plan, as I'm not sure bees care how opulent their hives are. None of the workers will accept the blame. The plans for an apiary will have to be delayed as we instead try to convince the humans to buy some fancy nest boxes. Maybe we'll enlist the help of the bees.

They didn't want the hives.

But on the bright side, we have water now!

Remember I mentioned my mine chasms earlier? Well, they're definitely under development. The plan eventually is to have them go about a dozen z-levels down (about 24 meters) and possibly build some pod-style bedrooms into the walls, but for now they're a great source of stone.

And as suddenly as they came, the humans are departing. Their wagons full of rock mugs and wooden brick-a-brack, hopefully they leave satisfied and carry good word to their fellows.

Okay so I may have made an oopsie. Somehow we ended up with over 400 units of food... almost all of which is biscuits. That's enough to feed us for over a year at our current population. How did this happen? Ah, looks like I screwed up the fulfillment conditions on my cooking orders. So they just kept going... and going. And going.

Well, you live and learn. Guess they're gonna be chowing down on solidified wine biscuits and spinach bricks for a while.

Now that the trading is out of the way for now, we began the arduous process of smoothing all of the stone on my fort's main floor. It's time-consuming and not at all necessary, but it makes me feel good to look at smooth pixels and makes my dwarves feel good too. It will take them almost a month to complete the work on this floor alone.

Autumn comes in, riding a steed of frost and falling leaves. The ice returns. Thankfully we still have a large reserve of water hidden safely below, but this cold signals the coming of the snow and the dormancy of the fruit trees. This is our last chance to harvest before it all spoils.

While much of our retinue spends their time shaving away at the rough stone of our bedroom district, I direct our miners to carve into our caveward staircase to open up some rooms for smithing. It is in here that we will conduct most of our metalworking. The furnaces will produce a fierce heat, but dwarves are hardy creatures and also I do not care, wear some shorts or something.

Thankfully, the next dwarven caravan has arrived. Surely these folk will appreciate our crafts and trade precious alcohol with us, as our supplies are running low (a short six months before we run out!).

We decide to buy several barrels of alcohol for a few bins of our meager wooden crafts. We also buy a peacock. Because I wanted it.

Of course, our luck has been running too well for far too long. A ghostly apparition has risen, presumably the product of some unknown fallen dwarf somewhere on the map. He may give our residents a fright. If I could order him punched I would.

Continued later

#icemourn #dwarf fortress #let's play

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veteran-fanperson · 1 year

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Fool's Gold - Chapter 3/10

Previous Chapters -

One

Two

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Summary:

The Kingdom of Malayadripuri, impoverished, inhospitable, set in the midst of barren hills, has long been subservient to the Gond Empire. Too beaten down to fight for independence, her people live in abject misery. An order from the Gond Emperor arrives one winter's evening, pushing Malayadripuri to its limits, forcing them to take a stand.

Rama Raju, one of the Royal Mages of Malayadripuri is sent to Tamaramandalam, the capital city of the Gond Empire. His mission is simple - Assassinate Komaram Bheem, Emperor of the Gonds.

Tamaramandalam is a whole new world. Its roads are wide and clean - Neem, Ashoka and Banyan trees growing thickly along the sides, providing a pleasant canopy to walk under. Water gushes out of many beautifully sculpted stone fountains, the smell of sandalwood incense and jasmine wafts from the various temples dedicated to Paidamma Talli. Everywhere he looks, Rama sees opulence - the gold, silks and gems sold on the streets like they were mere vegetables, enormous cattle being fed melons and carrots so fresh and fine, nobility in Malayadripuri would have had them on their tables. Women walk freely alone, bejewelled and perfumed, their laughter mixing with the tinkle of their heavy anklets. Children play happily, plump and well fed, their toys made from Ivory or Sal wood.

Food is plentiful and delicious even at the cheapest lodging for travellers, rich in spices and ghee, coconuts and cashew. The serving ladies routinely press extra helpings on Rama, but the food sticks in his throat. Everyone is kind and unfailingly polite, and Rama wonders afresh if the cityfolk realise that dogs and crows in their Empire lead better lives than the unfortunate civilians of Malayadripuri. The thoughts enrage him afresh every time he sees the outlines of the Palace against the rising sun, his hands itching to wring their oppressor’s neck.

“I would like to seek employment within, please,” Rama asks one of the Palace guards.

The man looks him up and down and nods, seemingly satisfied.

“Go inside through that side gate and ask for Loki,” he says, scratching his beard, “she’ll decide what to do with you.”

Rama nods, relieved and confused by the seeming lack of questions. They had decided that he would be the one to scout the Palace first, given that his magic made it easy for him to escape if something went wrong.

The place is massive. Rama passes a maze of gardens and little buildings, all strangely deserted.

“Excuse me, where can I find Loki?” he asks a passing maid.

“Oh, you’ve taken the wrong path,” the young girl giggles, “alright, go down the lime walk and past the stables. The Kitchens are further ahead. Loki should be in the housekeeper’s office at about now.”

“Thank you.”

The girl nods and smiles as she disappears.

The lime walk is cool and fragrant, and Rama finds himself stopping every so often to admire the lovely budding flowers. Spring is almost here, and the thick carpet of flowers on the sides of the path make for a charming scene. He gathers up a couple of parijatas, marvelling at their delicate petals. He had only ever seen them in picture books.

He’s passing the stables when he realises he still can’t see the Royal kitchens. Or any other building, for that matter. Just how large are the palace grounds? Confused, he’s about to retrace his steps when he hears scuffling noises from within.

“I should get the bigger share, come on, I did the actual stealing bit!” A man’s voice rings from within, deep and rich.

“I don’t think you took that big a risk, come on…” someone else wheedles.

“Excuse me?” Rama calls. There’s a sudden hush. Curious, he peers inside to see a stable hand and a little girl sitting around a rather large dish on a huge mound of hay, their mouths sticky with what looked like syrup.

“I hate to… disturb you, but I’m afraid I’m a bit lost,” he begins again, but the stable hand leaps up and drags him by the arm. Rama makes a little oof as he’s made to sit next to him.

“He’s new, he decides.”

Rama stares at him. Up close, the man is beautiful. Large, clear dark eyes with eyelashes a mile long, wild curly hair and beard, a plain copper nose ring. There’s an impish smile on his face, which only serves to emphasise the fullness of his lips. He’s dressed in a rough looking short dhoti, a towel thrown casually across very broad shoulders.

“What’s your name?” the little girl asks him and Rama jerks away from the beautiful one’s gaze.

“Rama Raju.” He answers automatically, cursing himself a second too late. An alias would have been preferable.

“Well, Rama, consider this. This impossible girl - Malli,” the child nods at Rama, her gap toothed smile wide, “She wanted me to steal some baked sweet potatoes from the kitchens and I did-”

“I helped, you idiot.” Malli interrupts.

“But I was the one in the line of fire, so don’t I deserve the last potato? It’s the best one too - so plump and juicy and wonderful smelling!”

“Yes, if I hadn’t caused a diversion you wouldn’t have even gotten in,” Malli grumbles, “if anyone was in the line of fire, it was me!”

“What do you say, Rama?” His eyes are so, so utterly black and bewitching that Rama finds himself entranced, unable to answer for a few moments.

“I…” he looks at the dish, “to be honest, I think I deserve the last potato, seeing as this dish is very large and very empty. So the two of you have had a good deal of potatoes already… it would be rude of you to invite me to arbitrate and not offer me some in return.”

Malli snorts as the stable hand gapes at him. Rama smiles.

“He's got a point you know,” Malli says. And before the other can say anything she grabs the potato and shoves it into Rama's surprised mouth unceremoniously. He suppresses a groan when he takes a bite, nothing had ever tasted as good in his entire life. The potato is crispy and sweet, the jaggery coating smelling of camphor and spring sunshine.

“Based on that reaction, you deserve it,” the man says, an amused smile playing on his beautiful lips “never had a sweet potato before?”

“Nothing like this, no. In my country we eat plain food. Any richness is considered a needless indulgence and...” he breaks off, annoyed with himself. The sweetness seems to have loosened his tongue more than necessary.

“I’ve never seen you around here,” the man says thoughtfully, “you said you were looking for Loki?”

“Oh yes,” Rama answers, his words muffled slightly as he chews, “I’m new to Tamaramandalam… and I am looking for a job. Someone told me the Palace always needs more cleaners, so…” he shrugs.

“Yes, there’s always something or the other available,” Malli says, “She’s a bit scary, but if you don’t get intimidated and work hard, she’ll like you.”

“Oh?” Rama asks her, “what is it like, the job? And the Emperor? What is he like to work under?”

“With a face that pretty and underfed?” the man winks at him, “I doubt you’ll need to do any work at all with all the maids queuing up with bowls of payasam -” he grunts as Malli pushes him off the hay, “I’m just pulling his leg!”

Rama stares at the stable hand, who is glaring up at Malli from where he’s sprawled on the ground.

“I don’t understand.”

Malli opens her mouth, but is interrupted by an almighty yelling coming from outside.

“IF YOU LOT HAVE STOLEN YET ANOTHER DISH I’LL WRING YOUR NECKS - ”

“Oh, blessed Paidamma, she’s here!” Malli yelps before she takes off like a deer, leaving a very confused Rama and the still prone stable hand.

A large grey haired lady comes tramping into the stables, a heavy looking bronze ladle in her hands. She takes one look at the man and gives a disgusted snort.

“I should've known it was you… why can’t you wait until lunchtime like a normal human being, boy?”

Said boy stands up, attempting to smile.

“Oh come on, Gaanavakka -” he starts to wheedle.

“Not another word out of you! And you bet you’re going to pay for this when I tell your brother about this. Now go and clean up, you and your new friend .”

Rama gets to his feet as she glares at him, mouth going dry. Not even an hour in and he is already in trouble. What possessed him to forget what he is really there for?

“Come on Rama,” the man says, looking a little sheepish, “I’ll take you to Loki after we make you look a little more presentable.”

Gaanavakka gives Rama a keen look as he follows the other out. Rama feels like his soul is being peered into and shuffles uncomfortably until they’re out of sight, his heart thumping wildly. ‘Remember the mission. The mission. Only one chance to get it right.’ he tells himself as he washes his face quickly at the nearby well.

The Royal kitchens are large, as is everything in this Palace. A frenzy of voices and good natured shouting and chopping noises surround them as they pass through. A couple of maids glare at his companion as they walk towards the back, and Rama assumes it must be because of the potato theft earlier. The other man seems unfazed though, smiling jauntily at them, and Rama finds himself briefly taken again by just how attractive he is.

“Here we are,” the stable hand says cheerfully, knocking on an imposing looking door.

“Come in,” a sharp voice sounds from inside, and he pushes it open and breezes inside, beckoning to Rama.

A beautiful young woman looks up from her desk, frowning when she sees them.

“There you are,” she drawls, ignoring Rama’s presence, “what did you do this time?”

“Nothing,” he waves her off, “I brought you a new employee.”

She turns her piercing dark eyes on Rama, and it takes him a minute to collect himself enough to speak.

“Greetings, madam. My name is Rama Raju. I’m new to Tamaramandalam, and am hoping to find a job here. The guard outside told me to speak to you.”

“Hire him,” the stable hand says, before Loki could say anything. His posture had straightened, his eyes suddenly sharp and commanding. “He has neat nails.”

Loki sighs.

“Well if you’ve made up your mind, I guess I don’t need to ask your boy anything.”

The other man smiles, all good humour and sunshine, before he claps Rama on the shoulder.

“Right, I’d better get back to work. You stay with Loki, she’ll show you the ropes.”

He lopes off, whistling.

“Thank you for showing me the way here.” Rama offers weakly to the other man’s retreating back.

“How did you get Bheema to escort you?” Loki asks him curiously.

“Bheema?” Rama stutters. “Who Bheema?”

She gives him a long, incredulous look and Rama feels like slapping himself. Of course. Komuram Bheem.

“You are new to Tamaramandalam.”

“Was that…?”

“That was the Emperor.”

Rama gapes at her, wanting to sink into the floor in mortification.

“He had stolen some sweet potatoes and was sharing it with a small child,” he protests, “neither of them told me.”

But both of them had laughed, and had had a giant joke at his expense. He blushes red, suddenly longing for Malayadripuri, where everyone knew their place in society, and supreme leaders certainly did not dress like ragged ruffians and steal things from kitchens.

“He’s bored,” Loki sighs, “he’s not allowed to ride this week, only visit that beloved horse of his, no wonder he’s up to mischief.”

She smiles at Rama’s woebegone face.

“Cheer up, boy. You have a lot of rooms to clean.”

#ram x bheem #rambheem #my fanfiction #alternate universe #emperor Bheem #assassin Ram #enemies to friends to lovers #fool's gold series

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cannedcrow · 2 years

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Flower Husbands Week 2022 - Snapdragons

A/N: I wanted to write at least a little something for this week. :) @flower-husbands-week

It was the flowers, not practicality, that had originally drawn the pair to their home. Blushing water lilies relaxed on the surface of the shallow pool that hollowed the mossy carpet of the valley, speckled by the stray petals of many a blossoming tree. Wildflowers of every kind grew in the soft grass, their names poetry alone - meadowfoam and celandine, forget-me-not, amaranthus and maylilies. Scott had quickly made it his mission to learn the names of every one.

The valley was a shelter, paradise amidst a land infested with death - death, which lurked over every hill, which hung in the air like smoke and poisoned every consciousness like ink in water. Death that clawed friendships apart, that hollowed hearts and blackened hopes.

But after any conflict, they had the hollow to return to. Sheltered by the ridge of birch trees, they could lounge in the soft grass as they discussed their alliances and worries, or sit in silence and watch the bees visit the snapdragons and foxgloves, tucking themselves snugly into each bell before flying off again. There was safety within the two houses, cut snugly into the cliffs with the water between them.

Autumn’s chill settled over the valley, and the flowers of spring and summer died, replaced by thick brambles that offered a wealth of blackberries as though in apology for the season.

“Do you think we’ll have to fight?” Jimmy asked. The two sat by the water’s edge, Scott mending a shirt while Jimmy idly examined a stem of snapdragons.

Tensions had risen, as expected, and both knew they’d soon be deeply entangled with the violence they’d so far evaded. Dogwarts and the desert dwellers were hellbent on razing eachother to the ground and seemed determined to drag those few who were unaligned with either group down with them. Their side - were they to take one - had been decided when Jimmy had burnt the Dogwarts banner in the face of the Red King.

Scott met his gaze, feeling the hairline-crack in his heart twinge at Jimmy’s troubled red eyes and ashen countenance. “Yeah, I think we will,” he agreed gravely.

“But we’ll always come back, alright?” Jimmy said solemnly, “No matter what happens, we’ll come back here and sit by the water again. Even- even if it’s just the two of us in the end.”

“Even if,” Scott agreed, fear and love welling in his heart and making his voice tremble. “Imagine if it were only us. We wouldn’t have to win or lose. There’s a life to be had here, you know? And I think we’re the only ones capable of taking it. I mean of being the final two; refusing to fight.”

“Then you promise? Promise we’ll come back here?” Jimmy proffered him the stalk of snapdragons, an unspoken token of agreement.

Scott regarded him for only a moment. “I promise.” He took the stem and tucked it behind one ear.

“Don’t you go back on that now!” Jimmy said, his grin only thinly veiled in sternness, “I’ll never forgive you if you break the Flower Vow.”

Jimmy spent a moment vainly struggling to craft a portmanteau of ‘flower vow’ before resignedly lying back in the grass.

Scott snickered and resumed his sewing. “I wouldn’t break a promise. Not to you.”

The valley was quiet as Scott reached the cliff edge, waiting as peacefully as ever for them. For him. His footsteps were heavy as he descended the path, sword dragging behind him, red with drying blood he hadn’t bothered to clean. He sat by the waters edge, the grass sun-warmed and the water mockingly beautiful, glinting with the late evening sun.

He felt suddenly that he wanted to curl up and crawl out of his armour, and he began to shed it piece by battered piece. The diamond he’d worked so hard for was unrecognisable under the dust and sand, the smears of soot from a desert that had been heaved skyward with explosives, and the blood of those who’d been unlucky. He was aware of his own blood drying uncomfortably on the side of his face and pulsing weakly from several wounds that stained his clothes and protested their neglect with stabs of pain.

He could go inside and rest, care for his wounds and prepare for the next battle. But the sight of the two houses was too cruel - two inviting doorways that waited patiently for their owners, unknowing that one of the valley’s residents would not return.

Something fell lightly on Scott’s hand, and he looked down to see the stalk of snapdragons, wilted and tragic in too short a time. He thought how strange it was that they’d fallen from his hair only now. He examined the flowers blankly, meeting the gaze of a cluster of grinning skulls, bloodless petals curled into delicate bone.

What a terrible thing it is to love what death can touch.

#crow writes things #3rd life oneshot #3rd life scott #3rd life jimmy #3lsmp #3rd life fic #mcyt writing #smajor1995 #solidaritygaming #jimmy solidarity #flower husbands #flower husbands week

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reddeadreference · 2 years

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Blackwater Ledger No. 64

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This issue is available after completion of the mission: The Sheep and the Goats

(All article transcripts below the cut)

Articles marked with * are exclusive to this region’s issue.

Articles marked with ** are only there upon completion of the related mission.

A Horror Show

BLOOD IN THE STREETS OF VALENTINE.

LAWMEN, DUTCH’S GANG, CORNWALL GUARD FACE OFF. DEAD EVERYWHERE - FAMILIES GRIEVING. CORONER OVERWHELMED.

Valentine - Residents say it sounded like the Indian Wars had resumed on their streets. At first, shots rang out as women and the feeble ran for cover. It soon turned into an unrelenting cacophony of gunfire. Lawmen traded shots with members of the notorious Van der Linde gang who had come to town to rob and steal. A few agents known to be working for Leviticus Cornwall joined in the fray, quickly creating a scene of unmitigated chaos.

Valentine is well known in the region as a rough around the edges livestock town with some insalubrious visitors, and altercations are not uncommon. The recent spate of violence is, however, unprecedented. Bar fights in the Smithfield’s saloon are too frequent. Many are still in shock at the recent violence including a brutal massacre at Six Point Cabin. Local officials are calling on state and federal authorities for assistance in restoring order.

Civil War Soldiers Turn Criminals

LEMOYNE RAIDERS TURNED “FREE STATERS”. QUEST FOR INDEPENDENCE. NOW CONTROL AREA NEAR OLD SHADY BELLE MANSION CRIMINAL MISCHIEF RUNNING RAMPANT.

The war for Southern independence took many casualties. Almost every family in the country knew of a loved one who perished in that war. While many have put the conflict behind them, and tried to bring our proud nation back together, that very struggle continues to beguile members of the Lemoyne Raiders gang.

Initially looked upon as patriotic heroes fighting against tyranny during that conflict, they have failed to let the war between the states pass to history. Instead, using it as a rally point to wage war on law abiding citizens. And, some say, they have become the tyranny themselves.

Structured as a militia unit, they continue to recruit young disaffected men and engage in robberies and arms deals, even declaring that they are immune from tax and other regulation.

They speak frequently of freedom and independence, yet there have been numerous reports of robberies from government institutions and citizens themselves.

Current dispatches indicate they have taken up refuge in locations in the swamps and bayous in the lowland country, and many lawmen and bounty hunters are apprehensive to approach the area. Some have said it will take a massive amount of force to bring this murderous gang to heel.

Pneumatic Wonder!

INVENTOR PATENTS MOTORIZED CARPET SWEEPER

Bulky hand-cranked carpet sweepers may soon be relics when Thomas Rivington’s invention becomes available. While in his study one afternoon, he overheard his wife and mother-in-law lament on the hardships of cleaning floors by working bellows on a carpet sweeper device. He came upon an idea and began tinkering. The result is his pneumatic carpet renovator which creates a vacuum like suction that pulls dust into a receptacle.

It features the ease and convenience of a large gasoline powered combustion engine. Rivington showed the device at a state fairground in California to the delight of many mothers in attendance, who tried the invention for themselves. Safe and easy to use, he said the sound of the gasoline engine becomes relaxing, and even be used to lean the baby’s room while she sleeps soundly in her crib.

A Second Gold Rush

ALCHEMIST CLAIMS GOLD CREATED FROM TIN.

While prospectors seek untold millions in gold lying in streams and hills of the West, word has spread of a man who is close to making gold. Residents in the area on the border between Cholla Springs and Gaptooth Ridge in New Austin say rumors are running rampant of a reclusive alchemist, Anthony, who lives in a small cabin and is close to perfecting the ability to change any base metal such as copper or tin into gold.

If such a discovery were announced, the gold markets would surely collapse, says one economist.

Treasure Hunter Disappears

WAS SEEKING FAMED EMERALD FROM GUARMA. FAMILY FEARS THE WORST.

Treasure Hunter and Gemologist Louis T. Abresson has amassed a collection of gems from around the world, and is particularly fond of emeralds, having given his betrothed an emerald engagement ring from a stone he procured from Egypt to match her green eyes. Six months ago, he bid farewell to his wife and newborn daughter and headed on a frigate to the island Guarma in the Spanish West Indies, near Cuba, in search of what has been rumored to be the largest emerald ever discovered.

His wife, Mrs. Henrietta Abresson, reports that she received one or two letters brimming with excitement as Louis claimed to be closer to finder the object of his quarry. Then communication ceased, and weeks passed without a letter or cable. She fears the worst and has asked parishioners at her local church and treasure hunters everywhere to pray daily for his safe return.

Royal Kidnap

REWARD OFFERED FOR FINDING PRINCESS ISABEAU, LUXEMBOURG ROYAL. 15 YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF SUSPECTED KIDNAPPING.

Luxembourg - In a royal proclamation, the Grand Duchy of Luxembourg has issued a decree offering a reward of $1,000 for information resulting in the whereabouts of Princess Isabeau. The princess disappeared from a remote hunting lodge while on a hunting trip during a private family visit to the United States. She was five years old at the time.

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MOVEMENT GROWS. MANY IN OPPOSITION.

Lemoyne lawmaker Abbot Bachmeier spoke at a meeting here addressing “The Woman Problem” as concerns grow over the emergent suffrage movement. “States in the North have passed laws allowing women’s suffrage, to their detriment and arguably to their damnation. We cannot allow the scourge of the North and Europe to spread here. Women are the evidently weaker sex and unable to think things out coolly and calmly.

Giving them the vote would lead to great damage to the republic and to this state, ” he said, to a standing ovation. Well-known activist Dorothea Wicklow has held meetings in St. Denis and other towns in recent months promoting voting rights for women. The movement is spreading to smaller towns such as Rhodes, but traditionalists are confident that common sense will prevail.

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A statewide manhunt is under way in Lemoyne for the Anderson Boys, the brutal and bloodthirsty gang who have taken to kidnapping and ransoming locals. Led by Anders Anderson, the outlaws are responsible for a spate of violent attacks and kidnapping in the region over the past five years. Fear has run rampant as word spread that ransoms were paid in the sum of over $2,000, and yet two of the three men kidnapped were badly tortured and maimed for life.

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TIGHTROPE WALKER ATTEMPTS GREATEST FEAT YET.

Tightrope daredevil Bessie Adair is preparing for her greatest feat yet - walking across Pike’s Basin in New Austin. Known for her death-defying feats in the St. Denis circus, she has spent the past few weeks meticulously training for her bold attempt. Adair plans a grand event next month to celebrate the tightrope walk, with a precise date to be determined.

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THE IMPROVED APPARATUS LESS SUCCESSFUL THAN ORIGINAL.

Professor Cecil H. Peck, secretary of the Smithsonian Institution, has worked tirelessly for several years on a steam-powered flying machine to be used for war purposes. The Aerodrome, as he named it, is unmanned and launches from the top of a houseboat by catapult. His earlier experiments met with a certain degree of success, flying briefly before crashing. His newer model buckled upon launch and fell into the river.

He was given $25,000 for the project. His experiments have inspired many science minded lads. Professor Peck says the Smithsonian recently received a detailed letter from the Wright Cycle Company, a bicycle manufacturing outfit from Ohio that requested publications about aeronautics, planning experiments of their own.

President’s Acts Further Isolate America

COUNTRY PLUNGES INTO THE BLACKEST GLOOM. TARIFF ACTS HURT TRADES, RAISES PRICES.

President Alfred Macalister signed the Tariff Act last week, raising custom duties by an average of 60 per cent. Shopkeepers and traders said the tariffs will surely cause business to close and prices to skyrocket. Imported woolen products now face a 90 per cent rate. The President asserted at the signing that tariffs result in national prosperity.

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While other traveling circuses have taken exhibiting the latest fashion in freaks, Margaret delights with feats of animal entertainment. Having held multiple shows in the area, they are packing up the tents and heading to Rhodes.

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It is well known that anglers go mad at times. Like hares in March, the sight of an annual salmon run or Steelhead Trout snapping at flies in spring is a topic of considerable froth and forecast for the best of us. However there exist fish that are available year round and bring great joy. When in Italy, I once took the Pope fishing for chain pickerel, and he delighted at the fantastic action and fight of this toothy fish.

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Listening to him talk, I felt it as if I had lived it.

I was in over my head.

My pupils opened so wide, all I could see was him. I know that was unhealthy. I overempathized with him. If I could comfort him, I could Be There For Him. I wanted to hold him all the time. Mostly he wouldn't stand for it for more than a minute. But unable to hold him up, he pulled me down into the depths with him.

We lived in what amounted to a cave. The first time I saw his bedroom, it was so dark I couldn't tell that the sheets were navy. I thought they were black. Little did I know what a fastidiously clean man I had found. ❤️I had already lived with one guy who left sand, printing ink, and potato chip crumbs in the bed, and another who thought nothing of getting out of the shower at a hotel, drying off, then sitting, no, *planting* his (admittedly showered) asshole right ON HIS PILLOW. And threatening the same to mine. Or he'd put his feet on my pillow. I don't care, no feet on my pillow!🤮 Not straight out of the hotel pool, and then walked barefoot on hotel carpet, not on MY pillow! Preferably not on your pillow either, but not even right out of the shower. I've seen my feet. They're not great.

Back to our dark cave bedroom...

It was hard to fold clothes.

And that cave was his depths where he liked to be. Like a catfish. Like that time that he told me about, when he got wicked drunk or high and fell asleep on a dock somewhere nearby, and woke up underwater, after he fell off the dock.

It was like he had nine lives. I saw firsthand probably a few of his other Close Calls, mostly drug related at that point.

Driving to Lantern Hill in advance of the Spring Equinox was SCARY. Driving home was worse. He missed obvious road signs. It was not soon enough that I realized that he needed turn by turn directions. We kinda got lost trying to get to 95 in Stonington.

Then we rode the rumble strip most of the way up 95. I closed my eyes. I told him I was scared... I asked him to let me drive and he refused. It was near our anniversary last year, 2023.

We could have died. Maybe we should have. That's how I wanted to go, right by his side.

I have a note somewhere of what he told me he was on that day and night.

He would use that memory of waking up underwater to calm himself, to slow his breathing and heart rate. I wouldn't be surprised if he had been timing how long he could hold his breath underwater.

I wonder if he did this a lot after his mom died. I can't quite remember specific dates and years.

I was scared of the things he was doing, until I got desensitized. He always boils poppies when his neck hurts. Sure, I was disappointed when he'd do a poppy boil for fun instead of pain management. Once he was unemployed and feeling like half a man, he could do a boil early and have the smell gone by the time I got home from work. He told me not to worry. He could dwell and spiral and sleep 90% of the day away.

I knew it was bad. He could never admit quite how bad. He couldn't even admit that I saw what I saw, or that I heard what I heard.

The time I woke him up in the kitchen at like 2am. And he screamed at me, WHERE WERE YOU? I don't know what he meant. I don't know what he was on, or had drunk.

In January of last year, he went to rehab. I really need to learn. He made it one week exactly. I have the bamboo smoking piece thingy that he wrote his sobriety date on- Jan 17th.

He left because the residential part was going to be way overcrowded. I don't remember speaking to doctors, myself. So he drove himself home and tried not to drink. Then March. He didn't kill us in the car, he didn't fall off Lantern Hill to his death. But it was close.

If he had stayed at rehab. He needed so very much therapy.

Is it in any way possible that he will not move on to the other side until it's my time to go too? Because he told me once, that when he gets to the other side, I'm the first one that he wants to look for. I'm the only person that he wants to see there besides his mom. Initially. I don't know if that means that he'll wait for me outside the pearly gates, or if he'll hang around here and give me signs.

Or if I just deceive myself that I can still communicate with him and feel close to him, who does it hurt?

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2024

By: Miss Makeda

Wondering: How Both RYnzetrius And Miss Makeda Are Really Doing? (Poem)🦋🦋🦋🦋

I invented the Wondering: How Both RYnzetrius And Miss Makeda Are Really Doing? (Poem)

Both RYnzetrius and Miss Makeda ask one another over the phone How do you feels?

As we'll we say to each other Good Morning/ Good Night/ Good Night/ Good Morning as much as possible.

We talk about caring for our family members over the phone and us being head over hills in love with one another.

I remember when I introduced my cousin Hadiyah Springs to him as in RYnzetrius and we all helped bring all my belongings into her house.

This goes back to one Summer when I was still a teenager and my cousin Hadiyah Springs had a wash machine and dryer in her kitchen and I slept in the back room were the air conditioner was and many a night felt cold but, RYnzetrius really liked that I could say by day talk to him over the phone so he was also, a teenager at the time.

And I remember getting mad at my cousin because she use to make me wash a lot of dishes and vacuum the carpet and put the dishes away and clean the tables and cleaning the bathroom by wiping the toilet outside and inside and cleaning the mirror or sink and sweeping the bathroom floor.

As we'll I got me a Summer job working at Sonic Restaurant in Talladega Alabama.

I love that RYnzetrius has always been their for me.

Everyday gets better and better when RYnzetrius love me as my outer appearance as he seems to feel.

Everyday gets better and better.

I remember RYnzetrius use to buy me Sonic work uniforms from possibly Walmart or even a store in Talladega, Alabama.

Everyday gets better and better when my boyfriend means all in all to me to be honest.

Everyday gets better and better when I use to take baths everyday while I spend the one Summer in Talladega, Alabama I remember taking hot baths everyday and putting on Secret Deodorant everyday and lotion and switching into different alphetes and everyday brushing my teeth.

Everyday gets better and better.

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Saint Denis Times No. 45

-Click here to return to the index for Newspapers-

This issue is available after completion of the mission: The Sheep and the Goats

(All article transcripts below the cut)

Articles marked with * are exclusive to this region’s issue.

Articles marked with ** are only there upon completion of the related mission.

A Horror Show

BLOOD IN THE STREETS OF VALENTINE.

LAWMEN, DUTCH’S GANG, CORNWALL GUARD FACE OFF. DEAD EVERYWHERE - FAMILIES GRIEVING. CORONER OVERWHELMED.

Civil War Soldiers Turn Criminals

LEMOYNE RAIDERS TURNED “FREE STATERS”. QUEST FOR INDEPENDENCE. NOW CONTROL AREA NEAR OLD SHADY BELLE MANSION CRIMINAL MISCHIEF RUNNING RAMPANT.

Structured as a militia unit, they continue to recruit young disaffected men and engage in robberies and arms deals, even declaring that they are immune from tax and other regulation.

They speak frequently of freedom and independence, yet there have been numerous reports of robberies from government institutions and citizens themselves.

Pneumatic Wonder!

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ALCHEMIST CLAIMS GOLD CREATED FROM TIN.

If such a discovery were announced, the gold markets would surely collapse, says one economist.

Treasure Hunter Disappears

WAS SEEKING FAMED EMERALD FROM GUARMA. FAMILY FEARS THE WORST.

Royal Kidnap

REWARD OFFERED FOR FINDING PRINCESS ISABEAU, LUXEMBOURG ROYAL. 15 YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF SUSPECTED KIDNAPPING.

Women Suffrage Debate

MOVEMENT GROWS. MANY IN OPPOSITION.

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Aerial Amazement

TIGHTROPE WALKER ATTEMPTS GREATEST FEAT YET.

Peck’s Flying Machine Crashes

THE IMPROVED APPARATUS LESS SUCCESSFUL THAN ORIGINAL.

President’s Acts Further Isolate America

COUNTRY PLUNGES INTO THE BLACKEST GLOOM. TARIFF ACTS HURT TRADES, RAISES PRICES.

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CIRCUS DELIGHT YOUNG AND OLD.

A Tale of Two Robberies

HIGHWAYMEN CLASH AT COACH HOLDUP

Two separate bands of highwaymen had their sights on the same banking stagecoach north of Strawberry in Big Valley. The driver called out “it’s a hold up!” and the guard could see four masked men outside. During the encounter, a separate band of highwaymen arrived and exchanged gunfire. Sheriff deputies arrived on the scene several hours later and found looted bodies in a stretch of the Dakota River.

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CHAIN PICKEREL.

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Dusty Manor [the map and rooms & encounterable enemies]

Warning: there is some blood depicted on the "crudely drawn map". It is pen. I put pen on my finger and smushed it into the page. It's just ink.

https://www.deviantart.com/paigelts05/art/Dusty-Manor-the-map-and-rooms-879287481

Published: May 12, 2021

I already mentioned an area in my post about Oxana, so how about I flesh it out and make her home a more solid thing? Welcome to the Dusty Manor. An old manor that despite many surfaces being covered in a thick layer of dust, is still being inhabited by a mysterious novelist. 🌹Written Description 🌹 🦉 Access 🦉 This area is accessible via the pink house in Fazbear hills. It is a part of the means of unlocking Oxana, and only 4 party members can enter (2 from each team), two of which must be Shadow Freddy and Shadow Bonnie. Within this area, you gain the ability to 'investigate' by pressing M1 to interact with objects. Interactable items glow a faint purple when you get close, so don't worry about clicking everything. 🦉 Design 🦉 The area has a creepy manor vibe, with a colour palette of mostly browns and greys. The traversable area covers multiple rooms and acts as a puzzle, requiring the player to step on multiple dark red buttons in order to access new rooms and advance towards the study at the back of the manor. There is a small entrance that leads into the grand hall, where two sweeping staircases lead up to a landing with a rich red carpet and two dark doors. Between the two doors on the landing is a long painting of a floral arrangement. Back downstairs, the grand hall is large and empty with two large windows. Back to the grand hall, there is a room to each side. The room to the right contains a kitchen and utilities such as a washing machine and tumble dryer. But what creature here would even need food or the means to clean? A button is hidden in a drawer under the sink. The other room, at the left of the grand hall, is a dining area of sorts, kitted out with such decor that it somewhat also functions as the living room, but why would such a room exist in a house so adverse to guests? There are three statues along the back wall. One seems to be singing, another seems to be looking for something, and another looks like it's listening out for something. In the hand of the singing statue, there is a peice of paper, and as the statutes are approached, they spring to life. After being defeated, they return to being dormant, and the paper can be obtained. It is a map that shows the approximate locations of the other buttons. There is one in this room by the window. Who left this map here, and what are these stains? Back on the landing, we have two rooms. A bathroom, and a bedroom. The bathroom is fully kitted out with sink, toilet, bath, and toiletries. The bath, toilet and skink seem to be fully functional, and the soap has seen some use as it seems misshapen. Why would any densin of this plane need these? Regardless, there is a switch on the wall above the bathtub. It's the only obvious switch in the house, and unlocks the dining room. The bedroom seems to be arranged in a way that keeps the floorspace clear. A bed in the corner, nightstand at the wall, a closet, a bin, and a desk with a half-written manuscript. The button should be around the bed. Upon closer investigation, it appears to be hidden behind the headboard. Back to the grand hall. There are two last buttons. One is hidden in the left flower arrangement on the landing, and now with the map, can be located, and the final button is near the window on the ground floor of the grand hall. Nothing has changed, but something is off. The floral painting that stretches across the landing doesn't seem to be covering anything up, but the wall below is all too empty, as if a door is there. Once all switches are flicked, if the player walks into the wall between the stairs on the bottom layer, they can walk through, underneath the landing, and enter the study. The study sits at the back of the manor and looks like a regular study. Two of the four walls covered in book cases, a desk against the third wall, and a circular rug in the centre, where upon the rug is a small table piled high with loose papers and books, as well as a rather comfortable looking chair. Sitting upon that chair is Oxana, the supposed sole inhabitant of the manor. It is now when she challenges the party to a fight on the grounds of joining them if they prove its worth her time. 🦉 Enemies 🦉 There are a few enemies that you will encounter along the way, so it's recommended you pack healing bytes so these fights don't send you packing to a game over screen. Random encounters within the manor can NOT trigger a "challenger approaching" event. Enemy: Novelas The Novelas from Oxana's attack appear as enemies in this manor, with thier primary attack being "Bite 3". This bite move is a more powerful form of bite 2, and the Novelas have an average cool down between when they use a standard attack and when they use a move. They have a hp pool approximately the same as the tougher standard enemies of pinwheel circus. Novelas can appear in groups of up to 4, but may appear one at a time. They are the only randomly appearing enemy within the manor, so get used to them. Despite thier difficulty, thier exp and money yeild is low, at 1000 exp and 200 gold. Miniboss: Living Statues A miniboss battle against a trio of statues. They act as one, and can use three attacks. See all: Stuns the currently active party. This attack has a long cool down and won't be used very often. The animation is the red outline of an eye opening. Hear all: Raises the attack, defence, and speed of the living statues by a significant amount for a short while. Say all: Deals a high amount of damage to the whole party. Uses the gloom song animation, but is a purely damaging move. They give 10000 exp and 5000 gold. Boss: Oxana Olwen. Oxana acts as the boss and the only obtainable playable character of the Dusty Manor. She is situated in the study of the manor, which lies at the back of the area.

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Published: May 12, 2021

The Novelas and Living Statues FNAF world style enemies for my own map.

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