The Baja Roleplayers Alliance Presents: Roleplay Tavern Night
Greetings, Citizens of Britannia. 
EM Seppo posted the results of the Reward Hall Gardening Contest on 
The cold night had released a chill wind into the castle. The light of the nearby torch had begun to fade. Many of the servants had already retired hours prior.
Still, Casca sat still in his study, his mind consuming him. This was nothing new though. Many sleepless nights he had endured since his ascension to the throne, and this hardly seemed unlike any other.
Yet behind Casca’s eyes unblinking, his thoughts raced on. The different facets of his thoughts wrestling with each other, fighting over possible outcomes, future decisions, past failures, former masters, current ones, the misunderstood desires of his heart and the wishes of his forcibly corrupted soul.
More so , Casca felt the full weight of his dark masters and their power upon his shoulders. It was now that he felt the final vestiges of his former, uncorrupted self cease its long struggle and slip away into the nether that awaited him.
So mired in contemplation was he that even seemingly staring straight ahead at the door, Casca did not see the figure enter the poorly lit room.
It was a familiar voice that finally shook him back into himself.
“You called for me, my Lord?”
Blinking several times, regaining himself, Casca focused his eyes, seeing his Lord Emissary, Trubo Saius, standing before him.
“Yes, Lord Emissary, please sit”, said Casca, clearing his throat and motioning towards the seat on the other side of the small table.
And there, in that moment of transfer and silence, while Trubo drew up the chair, Casca put his sight to the pale shining jewel that adorned the neck of his most trusted servant, feeling a rush of recycled thoughts reenter his mind.
“To think such a small thing could restrain so great an evil”, thought Casca, as he had many times before. But it was not perfect by far, it is true. The magic could falter at times of great stress or through the sheer willpower of this dispossessed monster, but it was enough.
“But a power so grand and a soul so consumed can never be directly controlled or possessed, only kept in check…To the benefit of others.”
Casca smiled, sitting up to face Trubo.
“You have done as I ordered?” asked Casca.
“I have, great King. The warnings have been sent and preparations have begun as according to your directions.”
Casca sensed doubt in Trubo’s voice.
“You have more to say, Lord Emissary?”
Trubo adjusted himself, keeping his head bowed as he spoke.
“My Lord, your recent meeting with Lady Nystad has come to my attention. She says we are not go to war. She says you will not commit the Army. And I am hardly anyone to question your plans sire, yet here we stand at the precipice of war and you turn back so suddenly? This –”
Holding forward his palm and interrupting Trubo, Casca stood up slowly but said nothing at first. He turned and calmly walked over to the sole window in the room, his small, jeweled crown glinting slightly in the weak moonlight as he gazed into the moat below.
“The Captain is correct, Lord Emissary. The War of Shadows taxed us all to our unbreakable limits. Both the people and myself are loathe to force our soldiers to do battle again so soon, much less against our own people”, said Casca.
Trubo stood up swiftly, his chair scraping against the stone floor, placing his palms on the table. Trubo’s necklace gem grew brighter as the magic strained.
“But my liege! Better that we considered this before resorting to open war! If we hesitate now, if we show any weakness, those foul vultures will consume our fair kingdom! You offered them peace, stability, and freedom under your benevolent rule! Rife with their ill begotten pride they haughtily chose the sword, as I predicted!”
Casca could feel the anger in Trubo’s voice but felt his Lord Emissary quickly regain himself and the magic reassert control.
“A thousand apologies, great King. There is still the side of me that questions your plans and doubts your wisdom, but it is silent now, and soon it shall forever be,” Trubo said in a lower voice as he placed himself next to the King, kneeling in subservience.
Turning his eyes to Trubo, Casca smiled once again, his thoughts no longer at war with one another. A red gleam came to his eyes.
“The Army will not commit to the war, Lord Emissary. But the treasury will.”
Event Announcement
Event Location: The Black Gates at the rebel locations
When: Throughout the coming weeks
Notes:
1) There will be a rune book locked down with the locations to the black gates at West Britain Bank roof
2) If any of the rebel kingdoms want to opt out of it then you simply need to surrender
3) There might be clues on the invading forces from time to time!
Links to related topics:
Negotiating for a King's Grace: Event Announcement, Schedule, Rules
Negotiating For A King's Grace Or Britannian Hegemony?
Captain Nystad Sent to Tokuno
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Minoc Mine Ore Battle Event
As we all waited eagerly for the arrival of Lord Casca, the King’s prophet Aldagar Morr, encouraged everyone to sign a petition to change the name of Britain to “Cascia” in honor of Lord Casca. A few signed the petition but most of the populace hates Lord Casca, so Aldagar had a difficult job selling the idea. 
EM Seppo and Pallando held a Meet and Greet event today that was a smash success; everyone turned out to see what the two event moderators would reveal about past, current and future events. While we waited for things to get started, James from the Mage Tower entertained us, as soon as the EM’s appeared people started cheering “bandana”, in honor of EM Seppo’s signature headgear. EM Pallando's sandals failed to generate much excitement! EM Seppo got right down to business announcing that no sashes would be handed out; there were a few groans from the crowd. The EM’s revealed that they are still reviewing reports from the 
The Festival of Masks 
The farms west of Britain have not yet returned to normalcy, as the investigation into the ill deeds there continues - albeit slowly. In my previous articles on this topic, I placed the blame for the livestock deaths and crop poisoning squarely at orcish feet. While orcs were indeed involved, they were but pawns in the grand scheme - meant to distract the Volunteer Royal Guard. 
After temporarily releasing Marcus from his cell, he was grilled repeatedly about the seeds and their provenance. He says he received them in trade from a farmer in Skara Brae, and that he sold them to Julie in Britain. The questioning quickly became monotonous, and it became painfully apparent that this man would be of little further help in the investigation. 
After being informed of the trader's uselessness the meeting was about to end before I spoke up about what I'd found. Captain Savos denied the allegations that he was involved with the poisoning, the forgery, and that he knew who was behind the plot. 
Last evening, Clannad Skara held a public ceremony in commemoration of returning to their ancestral lands just northeast of the Isle of Skara Brae from a land called Caledon. The Clan recently petitioned the High Council of Britannia to assume the vacant seat for Skara Brae, a request which was quickly granted. Lady Chelsee Lynn is presently the Councilor for the City of Spirituality. 
A ship called the Skailn Wind arrived at the docks in Skare Brae carrying a sacred stone which would complete their stone circle. The procession of Clan and guests marched along the shores of the mainland around to the northern side of the cove east of the Isle to where the stone would rest. There, a Clan druid performed the rite of setting the stone. 
The festivities then moved to the Clannad Skara Meeting House for food and refreshments. Discussions amongst attendees ranged from the plight of the Britain farmers and the truce with the orcs, to the distasteful 'Virtue Laws' which Lord Casca imposed recently - Chancellor DaKaren promised the High Council would address those this coming Monday during the scheduled session. 
