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[!] After a commotion at the town hall, and prisoners carried away, the local carpenter and shipwright returns to their home. Long way across the city, they stop to speak with townsfolk about the commotion, spreading the news. Councilor Quincy's assailants- and more- have been arrested, peacefully, despite the Councillor's threats. Peace only reigned once the councilor departed- was the councilor an instigator? Tales of incompetence abound the shipwright's lips- and the implication that elections must be held soon. -----------------

Sirenian Reproach, by Nell of Gordarda. In response to Beastess Blue, by Sir Garland. Like a pupsome oaf,The Knight shows his lust!A plea so sad,There be naught but disgust. No Queen you will find here,Thou loathsome wretch.Make eyes once more upon her,Then your stomach- my cutlass will catch! Will e're you learn your lesson?For beast of half-blue sheen,With temperment unkind,You will find her bite quite mean. You're like a sprog,Oggling their betters.In due time,We'll see you in fetters. Cease these poems,These untowardly letters.Or it will be your end,What fill our headers. So say once more,Sir Garland- who swoons.Begone with your gang,Of lustful buffoons.

The Four Songs of Cyrworn [ An story pertaining to the legend of King Cyrworn. Usually told to younger crowds by the traveling bards of the Mist Isles. Named for the four poems throughout, which are traditionally sung. Transcribed into text for record in The Spire by Nell of Gordarda. ]   Listen here and hear my tale, of times long ago on oceans fair. Behold, long along their keel and great with two sails each, four ranks of ship. Lo’, King Cyrworn did stand astride upon the prow, with rope in hand, and did listen to his golden seashell. For within the shell came a song of distant melody, which did guide. And following it’s council, seeking treasury and glory, the fleet of warriors and their king came upon waters most strange.   As wave did wash against the hulls of ships, there within the water did turn red. Not red with blood, nor foul omen, but red with leaves of autumn trees. Leaves so far from shore did beckon a sight, for on horizon of mist was a gentle red warmth. An isle of amber did it promise, like a great palace of oranges and reds to dance across the eye. Yet, as mist did part did wonders yet more appear.   For before them there, King Cyrworn did see- an isle that spanned out with trees of red and falling leaves. Yet of their home when they did depart, no more days could have passed to lay them in months of fall before winter did come. Nay, for there upon those sandy shores there was locked an eternal dream. And lo’, King Cyrworn arrive upon the isle of Norreed.   There, disembarking upon a shore of pure white broken only by errant leaves of warming colors, strode Cyrworn and his son. The young Prince Geldyg drew out his sword of bloodwrought bronze, yet as the young princeling glanced out upon the isle’s breadth his father lifted a hand, and called him to lay rest the blade. And then the king spoke:   Here upon a distant shore, In Her embrace do we arrive. As song sung of siren’s lure. But no rock or stone for life’s deprive? So if this land be truly pure, Behold this place, leave all alive!   So while his men, along the shore made camp, the King and his son explored deeper into the isle. They took with them a contingent of their finest men- the champions Aeron and Nyrris, with broadaxe and agile bow each. They sought out signs of life in these lands, though kept their weapons aside. For to find any they would parley, and make talk to learn of these lands. As they strode, Cyrworn spoke in verse of the land and its beauty while his son and champions listened.   Then, far afield, cloaked in misty haze, they saw deer stride with great crown of bone. And as Nyrris lifted her bow, for such a prized beast could ne’er go to waste, the good King Cyrworn lifted his hand to the arrow’s head. He lowered it with his palm, and spoke:   Behold a beast of noble heart, So prized in these lands. What authority have we here, To take its life into our hands.   Lay traps for lesser things, But leave this place clear. For what we find deeper in, May have laws we must adhere.   So clever Nyrris heeded this command, and left for camp. She would set traps for foxes and hares- and no more than those. And as she went, King Cyrworn and his son- with Aeron beside- carried on.   Then, there upon their eyes befell a copse of proud and strong trees of mist’s embrace. Enough there was, each of prodigious girth, to carve out a fifth rank of ships. An auxiliary, which would make the good King Cyrworn’s fleet unstoppable against any foe. Aeron hefted his great broadaxe over his shoulder, and puffed out his chest. For such a task before him, to fell such abundance, was great indeed! Yet as he sized up his task, the good King gave sigh and said:   Ne’er trees seen so wide and high, It would bear to reason- To fell them all, The task would last a season.   Yet with boughs of colored fire, So silent here it is. In these shadows feel I their ire, I feel something is amiss.   Now heed my words, Take back only branches, It is only wise of us, To take no chances.   From there proud Aeron did depart, with arms ladened of mere branches. No ships to be built, but firewood still to keep them warm. So then continued the young Prince Geldyg and his father, Cyrworn. And deeper still they went, until between two great mountains they arrived. Still there lay no sign of life, no old walls nor wells there were. None before had set foot upon this isle most strange and fae.   From here there came a misty lake, yet more so than the shores before. Across the lake one could not see, though Cyrworn knew it must lay at the heart of the isle. Over the waters, between the mist, motes of light shifted as dancers who carried candles. And young, noble Geldyg looked up upon his father. The good King did settle there, beside the lake. For their trek was long, and his legs weary. And as Geldyg offered his father a drink of his waterskein, his father spoke:   By this shell around my neck, And fair lady before us, Heed my words or render me awreck.   Geldyg- my boy so bright, Though battles long and hard, All for you, ‘tis why I fight. Says I, King and bard.   So in all my days shall not I neglect, With my blade, and yours beside, You, and yours, I swear to protect. This love I shall not hide.   With each word, through verse spoke, the motes of the mist did dance. They swirled and twirled into shapes so keen, gaining with the King’s growing intensity. And though the King could not see, Geldyg did behold- a maiden of light appeared there over the water. So enraptured, the boy heard not the final words of his father’s oath. But down to the good King he turned, and raised his hand out toward her. But then, he saw a tear fall upon his brave father’s cheek.   When up their heads turned, the light of those distant motes had faded. They had  dispersed back out over the lake. With a tired sigh, good Cyrworn embraced his son, and bid their return. Through night they rested, and set sail by morn. From Norreed went King Cyrworn, towards his next conquest. And it is said, he fought fiercer than ever before.

~ Nell & Company ~ - A place of industry, innovation, and community. - Where - Nell's workshop rests along the road leading out to the single jetty which calls countless souls to and from The Spire. Formerly the residence of Spire's fishmonger, the old shack has been converted into a workshop. Still present is the merchant's stall where Nell sometimes takes orders, or sells fish and shells from their frequent passtimes.  What - Nell provides a number of crafting services. From here, Nell provides a critical service and craft as a shipwright, working to build or repair fishing vessels for The Spire's fishermen as a coastal town. Additionally, Nell may provide the following crafting services as a carpenter and tinkerer:   Lockpicks & Traps - Good Experienced in fine mechanisms, Nell has recently branched out from mere hinges and coils to complex devices such as locks and mechanical traps. Orders come in regularly for locks and devices to undo them, and hunters often call upon mechanical traps to deal with larger quarries. These things require a careful hand, and one that has held ropes taut against a storm is the steadiest of all.   Bows & Crossbows - Good Having served as a ship's armorer, Nell specializes in ranged weaponry such as bows and crossbows. Their combined knowledge of woodworking and tinkering aids to this specialization. Should you acquire such a device of sport, protection, or warfare, you will certainly find yourself pleased with its quality. With the finest materials available in the Spire, let Nell work your next bow or crossbow. Example of our work: Carpentry Goods - Good The workshop mainly produces carpentry, large or small. Be it you need a pull-cart to bring your goods to market or aid on your homestead, or a hand carved figurine, Nell and company can handle it. We most often work wood for ships, but with experienced hands, no wooden products are beyond our reach. Example of our work:   Blacksmithy Goods - Good Among other services, the workshop can also provide basic blacksmithing goods, though does not specialize in it. Tradesman's tools, horseshoes, and nails are all available for purchase from our workshop on commission. Nell is most experienced with these as pertaining to sailors, to ensure the proper upkeep and maintenance of ships and their duties. Do not expect the highest quality, these goods are a non-specialty and may be produced with haste.   Our Tradesmen:  -  Nell, Journeyman & Owner  -  Lyssa, Apprentice