Joy for Theriopolis.
THE THERIOPOLIS TATTLER
Disarrayed Desdicaras Delighted!
The noble House of Desdicara has finally found fortune! Count Amadeo ti Desdicara and his daughter Lady Allianora ti Desdicara have returned from the Highlands to Theriopolis, much to the relief of Duchess Edrea and all on his lands!
Count Amadeo has been out of the city for over 3 years to research the Mysterious Cold that destroyed our Drakorian enemies, leaving his lands in the care of his wife and eldest son Alfredo(full interview with the latest kiss and tell on p2!). Duchess Edrea’s health in decline and Alfredo’s scandalous behaviour have left the Desdicara in a very weak position within the twelve noble families. It is fortunate timing Amadeo has returned now; at noon tomorrow, representatives of the twelve families are to meet to decide the fate of the Desdicara lands. The Pala family (what did Baldassario do to the nanny? p5!) are canvassing for the title deeds to be divided between the families, as there is little law and order left. The Constitution Article 3b subsection 12 states;
"Si haud opportunus rector praesieo super ullus of plurrimi ancient families , quod haud matrimonium can fio , terra must exsisto forfeited quod tribuo inter illud super"- "If no fit leader presides over any of the most ancient families, and no marriage can be made, the lands must be forfeited and divided between those remaining”
With Amadeo returning, can this be the case? The warrior wolf; grandson to the great Harrystile Ti Desdicara; who has brought both battle victory and scientific wealth to the city? Who befriended the mighty and wise ferian alpha Zersage and brought peace to the lands? Who is most respected in council? Who amongst us can say he is not a great leader?
The Pala family however, have one claim that cannot be contested; Amadeo left his family in a dreadful political position. With his wife sick and his son sodden in wine, the only member of his direct family left was his daughter Allianora. Under the above law Allianora must be married to save the lands. Her betrothed? Baldassario, eldest son of Pala of course! Was her secretive departure to the Northern cold a refusal to marry him? We can only imagine what a slap in the face that must have been to the second biggest womaniser in Therioplis! Coming second to Alfredo Desidicara of course! Could this public shame be the reason his father Count Velamay II has chosen to contest the Desdicara lands?
Indeed we can only guess what possessed Lady Allianora to sneak out of her home in the dead of night with her manservant Giovanni, steal her dowry, gather the ferians including the great Zersage, collect a small army of loyal McDaggers and peasants, and make her way to the frozen Highlands?! Many femmefurres of all social status feel inspired by her actions, and there have been many domestic incidents since then that have unsettled the natural order of things! Women dressing as men and joining the armies. Marriage refusals abound; half the lesser noblemen have had their hearts broken in recent months! Duchesses taking more command of their households! The Desdicaras have always been more forward-thinking when it comes to their women, and Lady Allianora must have picked up the stubborn gene!
One question remains- what was it about researching the Mysterious Cold that was so important to Count Amadeo? What, if anything, has he brought back to Theriopolis that is so important to the scientific community? What was worth nearly losing his lands over? Representatives from the Desdicara and McDagger families are keeping tightlipped.
The Theriopolis Tattler wishes you well tomorrow Count Amadeo, and we hope the families do not give in to the will of the Pala!
-- Cynthia Nott
Kasurian Publication Article
Golden Skies Over Goldwyn: The Equinox
Barney Quickpaws for The Goldwyn Eagle.
Every year, Goldwyn's gates fly open for a spectacular celebration of that yearly wonder: the spring equinox. And this year was no different. From dawn, countless furres arrived on the backs of ostrixes, scarhawks and dracosaurs from all across the continent -- and beyond! This year's festival was shaping up to be the biggest yet, and feelings were running high.
Once all had been assured of a place to spend the night -- the Goodmother Inn had never seen so much business -- festivities began. The town square was alive with the sound of music; the best musicians from all corners of Kasuria gave the gleeful crowds a truly magnificent show. Local youngsters volunteered to haul the old piano from the town hall into the square, and Marco Sharpclaw, Goldwyn's famous virtuoso, conducted a singing session. Folk tunes from across the Dragonlands filled up the early afternoon air.
"I danced until my paws nearly fell off!" commented local townswoman, Amandine Featherglade, "it's great to see everybody having fun together. And to see all sorts of new faces!"
"Everybody loves to sing," Marco told the Eagle, "it is a universal hobby. It was enlightening to hear songs from across the world. Like everyone here in Goldwyn, I'm proud of our community spirit. It's been a great day, truly, thanks to everybody involved."
Magic, as well as music, was in the air. The sky was bright with magical fireworks, sent up mostly by travelling mages who'd stopped by to give the lucky festival-goers a taste of their abilities. Numerous stalls lined the edges of the square; fortune-tellers and tarot card readers dispensed countless prophecies of joy, love and long life, and there was a palpable feeling of hope and camaraderie amongst the flocks of furres.
Inevitably, as the afternoon rolled into the evening, things started getting a bit rowdy in the central square with the introduction of mead barrels. The majority of the revellers made the journey down to Lake Lotusine, to partake in the more traditional rituals of the equinox celebration. Many by now were tired and hungry, longing for bed; mothers carried their young children, old friends leaned on eachother's shoulders, and younger furres supported the frail and elderly.
Upon arriving at the lake, the pilgrims -- some having travelled for days -- all shed their shoes and outer layers, and one by one picked their way gingerly into the glistening waters. It was truly a sight to behold: calm and quiet swept over the crowd as aching limbs were soothed by the cool lake; the sunset cast a golden glow over everything around, and as night began to fall, K'Jerra Ti'Paolo, the ruler of Goldwyn, stood upon a specially erected platform at the shore of the lake to deliver a customary speech.
"We all are humbled by the majesty of our land, the wonders of our waters, the vastness of our skies. Now as this day draws to a close it is proper for us to remember that we are luckier than we can imagine. Truly, we are blessed," was the message that hit home for many of the furres yesterday evening.
These words fell on grateful and attentive ears. For a few moments, a sombre silence fell, then the nighttime sky swung around to face Goldwyn, and the stars emerged. Gasps rippled through the wading crowd, as the spectacle that all had been waiting to see glittered into view: low on the eastern horizon rested the constellation known as the Wings of Jujinka. Comprised of nine bright stars, and similar in shape to their namesake, the wings of the Prime of Love, the Wings of Jujinka appears most clearly around the spring equinox.
The gathering furres lazed in the gentle starlight, still washing away the worries and troubles of the day with the silver-lined waters of the lake. Some reclined on the sandy shores, watching the sky, in reflection. The sense of frenzy and urgency from earlier had long since dissipated: now was a time to consider more weighty things than revelry.
Even so, the intermittent rumbling of bellies was more than enough invitation, once all were soothed, clean, and dry, to return to the square for a feast worthy of the Primes themselves. Copious amounts of food, some prepared by the Goodmother Inn and some by townsfolk, were laid out. Delicacies from all over the world stretched as far as the eye could see: exotic, brightly coloured fish laid beside plates piled high with cakes and pies. Sumptuous, jewel-coloured fruits and magnificent roasted birds were on offer, as well as countless -- and unimaginably delicious -- others. The drink ran liberally: wine, mead, ale, a vast array of juices, and luscious, clear water.
Once stomachs were sated and all were more than ready for bed, the merrymakers retired to their homes or inn rooms, and silence fell across Goldwyn.
But only until next year!
-- Derval
Barney Quickpaws for The Goldwyn Eagle.
Every year, Goldwyn's gates fly open for a spectacular celebration of that yearly wonder: the spring equinox. And this year was no different. From dawn, countless furres arrived on the backs of ostrixes, scarhawks and dracosaurs from all across the continent -- and beyond! This year's festival was shaping up to be the biggest yet, and feelings were running high.
Once all had been assured of a place to spend the night -- the Goodmother Inn had never seen so much business -- festivities began. The town square was alive with the sound of music; the best musicians from all corners of Kasuria gave the gleeful crowds a truly magnificent show. Local youngsters volunteered to haul the old piano from the town hall into the square, and Marco Sharpclaw, Goldwyn's famous virtuoso, conducted a singing session. Folk tunes from across the Dragonlands filled up the early afternoon air.
"I danced until my paws nearly fell off!" commented local townswoman, Amandine Featherglade, "it's great to see everybody having fun together. And to see all sorts of new faces!"
"Everybody loves to sing," Marco told the Eagle, "it is a universal hobby. It was enlightening to hear songs from across the world. Like everyone here in Goldwyn, I'm proud of our community spirit. It's been a great day, truly, thanks to everybody involved."
Magic, as well as music, was in the air. The sky was bright with magical fireworks, sent up mostly by travelling mages who'd stopped by to give the lucky festival-goers a taste of their abilities. Numerous stalls lined the edges of the square; fortune-tellers and tarot card readers dispensed countless prophecies of joy, love and long life, and there was a palpable feeling of hope and camaraderie amongst the flocks of furres.
Inevitably, as the afternoon rolled into the evening, things started getting a bit rowdy in the central square with the introduction of mead barrels. The majority of the revellers made the journey down to Lake Lotusine, to partake in the more traditional rituals of the equinox celebration. Many by now were tired and hungry, longing for bed; mothers carried their young children, old friends leaned on eachother's shoulders, and younger furres supported the frail and elderly.
Upon arriving at the lake, the pilgrims -- some having travelled for days -- all shed their shoes and outer layers, and one by one picked their way gingerly into the glistening waters. It was truly a sight to behold: calm and quiet swept over the crowd as aching limbs were soothed by the cool lake; the sunset cast a golden glow over everything around, and as night began to fall, K'Jerra Ti'Paolo, the ruler of Goldwyn, stood upon a specially erected platform at the shore of the lake to deliver a customary speech.
"We all are humbled by the majesty of our land, the wonders of our waters, the vastness of our skies. Now as this day draws to a close it is proper for us to remember that we are luckier than we can imagine. Truly, we are blessed," was the message that hit home for many of the furres yesterday evening.
These words fell on grateful and attentive ears. For a few moments, a sombre silence fell, then the nighttime sky swung around to face Goldwyn, and the stars emerged. Gasps rippled through the wading crowd, as the spectacle that all had been waiting to see glittered into view: low on the eastern horizon rested the constellation known as the Wings of Jujinka. Comprised of nine bright stars, and similar in shape to their namesake, the wings of the Prime of Love, the Wings of Jujinka appears most clearly around the spring equinox.
The gathering furres lazed in the gentle starlight, still washing away the worries and troubles of the day with the silver-lined waters of the lake. Some reclined on the sandy shores, watching the sky, in reflection. The sense of frenzy and urgency from earlier had long since dissipated: now was a time to consider more weighty things than revelry.
Even so, the intermittent rumbling of bellies was more than enough invitation, once all were soothed, clean, and dry, to return to the square for a feast worthy of the Primes themselves. Copious amounts of food, some prepared by the Goodmother Inn and some by townsfolk, were laid out. Delicacies from all over the world stretched as far as the eye could see: exotic, brightly coloured fish laid beside plates piled high with cakes and pies. Sumptuous, jewel-coloured fruits and magnificent roasted birds were on offer, as well as countless -- and unimaginably delicious -- others. The drink ran liberally: wine, mead, ale, a vast array of juices, and luscious, clear water.
Once stomachs were sated and all were more than ready for bed, the merrymakers retired to their homes or inn rooms, and silence fell across Goldwyn.
But only until next year!
-- Derval
Tribute to Spring Fever
Furres everywhere are excited about the season change. Spring is in the air! This is a time for love, romance, and for our fellow kiwis to start laying their eggs. Despite the extravagance of these topics, I was commissioned for a new word this spring: Fever. Spring Fever, to be exact, a new and interesting word to add to my experience. I had heard of such a fever, to be sure, but to find it? Perhaps it would present itself to me.
It was around noon, when I decided to walk about the lovely land of Kasuria. I was on a search for the madness I presumed to be a part of spring fever. I, was unfazed by the chattering of friendly furres, preferring to do my work solo this time around. I would present a story that shocked, and awed, and brought to Kasuria a new and mysterious angle. Stubbornly avoiding the chattering around me, and eager to find my own experience, I explored the town. Unknowing of what to look for, I ended up wandering for hours, but to no avail. Nearing the end of the evening, just as I was about to give up, I heard a song calling to me. Closing my eyes, I was lured to an area nearby, only stopping when the music completely surrounded me. I then opened my eyes to find myself encased within Pongonesia, the flower that created Pongo Juice. Naïve to the fact that simply inhaling the flower made you drunk, I giggled to myself as I started wobbling around, eventually collapsing against the flowers.
I awoke many hours later, groggy and with a throbbing headache. I looked up to find two small kitterwings tinkling ats they hovered over me. Groaning, I brushed my hair out of my face, startled at the feel of the flowers, and glitter coating me. I quickly sat up, and due to the soft tickles, looked down to see I was wearing willow-y clothing. A nearby fluttering caused me to look behind me and I saw I had grown butterfly wings. Amidst the distractions, I heard the music from earlier start up again, ever more beautiful than before. Allowing the kitterwings to help me up, I was surprised to find myself floating, instead of standing. I wobbled for a bit as I tried to move in the air, but eventually let my wings do all the work. It wasn't long before I was captivated by the emotions and rhythm of the music, and found myself dancing, or rather flailing, with the air. I was envious of the kitterwings, who seemed to have ease with the fly-dancing.
Melody after Melody played throughout the night, and I eventually floated back over to the area I had fallen into. I glanced up into the sky, to see that the petals of the flowers from where the furres were dancing, were floating up to create a huge version of Jujinka in the sky. Feeling a little like contributing to the magic of the night, I picked up a handful of glitter and blew it towards the night sky. As if on cue, the petal depiction of Jujinka started shimmering, taking on a life of it's own. I stood up, staring at the sky the entire time, until, as the magic faded, Jujinka was facing me. My heart thudded in my chest, for meeting a Goddess was a huge honor that was rare amongst furres. I looked towards the skyline to see that morning was starting to creep into the sky, and then back at Jujinka. Without saying anything, she handed me a flower. After taking it, she kissed my cheek, and I felt the world go swirling on me.
I woke up to find myself still in the Pongo field, exactly as I had been before I had encountered the kitterwings. The only difference was that I held Jujinka's flower, which looked gorgeous in the sunlight, and I identified it as a Tulip. It left me with the feeling that we were in for yet another peaceful spring.
-- Saeryn
Furres everywhere are excited about the season change. Spring is in the air! This is a time for love, romance, and for our fellow kiwis to start laying their eggs. Despite the extravagance of these topics, I was commissioned for a new word this spring: Fever. Spring Fever, to be exact, a new and interesting word to add to my experience. I had heard of such a fever, to be sure, but to find it? Perhaps it would present itself to me.
It was around noon, when I decided to walk about the lovely land of Kasuria. I was on a search for the madness I presumed to be a part of spring fever. I, was unfazed by the chattering of friendly furres, preferring to do my work solo this time around. I would present a story that shocked, and awed, and brought to Kasuria a new and mysterious angle. Stubbornly avoiding the chattering around me, and eager to find my own experience, I explored the town. Unknowing of what to look for, I ended up wandering for hours, but to no avail. Nearing the end of the evening, just as I was about to give up, I heard a song calling to me. Closing my eyes, I was lured to an area nearby, only stopping when the music completely surrounded me. I then opened my eyes to find myself encased within Pongonesia, the flower that created Pongo Juice. Naïve to the fact that simply inhaling the flower made you drunk, I giggled to myself as I started wobbling around, eventually collapsing against the flowers.
I awoke many hours later, groggy and with a throbbing headache. I looked up to find two small kitterwings tinkling ats they hovered over me. Groaning, I brushed my hair out of my face, startled at the feel of the flowers, and glitter coating me. I quickly sat up, and due to the soft tickles, looked down to see I was wearing willow-y clothing. A nearby fluttering caused me to look behind me and I saw I had grown butterfly wings. Amidst the distractions, I heard the music from earlier start up again, ever more beautiful than before. Allowing the kitterwings to help me up, I was surprised to find myself floating, instead of standing. I wobbled for a bit as I tried to move in the air, but eventually let my wings do all the work. It wasn't long before I was captivated by the emotions and rhythm of the music, and found myself dancing, or rather flailing, with the air. I was envious of the kitterwings, who seemed to have ease with the fly-dancing.
Melody after Melody played throughout the night, and I eventually floated back over to the area I had fallen into. I glanced up into the sky, to see that the petals of the flowers from where the furres were dancing, were floating up to create a huge version of Jujinka in the sky. Feeling a little like contributing to the magic of the night, I picked up a handful of glitter and blew it towards the night sky. As if on cue, the petal depiction of Jujinka started shimmering, taking on a life of it's own. I stood up, staring at the sky the entire time, until, as the magic faded, Jujinka was facing me. My heart thudded in my chest, for meeting a Goddess was a huge honor that was rare amongst furres. I looked towards the skyline to see that morning was starting to creep into the sky, and then back at Jujinka. Without saying anything, she handed me a flower. After taking it, she kissed my cheek, and I felt the world go swirling on me.
I woke up to find myself still in the Pongo field, exactly as I had been before I had encountered the kitterwings. The only difference was that I held Jujinka's flower, which looked gorgeous in the sunlight, and I identified it as a Tulip. It left me with the feeling that we were in for yet another peaceful spring.
-- Saeryn