I begin. Therefore I am. Fire and fields, blood and circuit. I flow, I spill, I wrack, and I drill. Dig beneath the skin, tear through the wall. My memory calls to your claws.
...A sudden temporal weather pattern rolling over the Elevated Court and a few of the lower districts about midday yesterday caused a bit of a panic. The storm pattern was brief, but due to its electrical discharge, a few citizens did experience some staticky, but harmless effects. These can include, but are not limited to: nausea, pupil dilation, vertigo, headaches, temporary blindness, memory loss, and hallucinations - especially those involving cloud formations. If you, or anyone you know, has experienced these symptoms, please be advised that these side effects are treatable at any of our Torkmund Medicinal Clinics - found in every district of Stormwrack for your convenience.
Also of note, Father Tobias Crosswind has successfully made his pilgrimage to the far rim, joining his kin in their study of the looming Brood Mother. Reports state that the entity has been held at bay, in no small part by the House of Krokus and the Ironwood clan, and this reporter has high hopes that such valor, combined with the Faith, will finally be enough to push back this dark menace from the brink of Io.
And for those curious on that magnificent light show on the eve of the season's gala, it appears that this reporter has received the inside edition...
Cracked and bleeding, you'll find me here. Drenched in the flows between rows and rows. A thought, a breath, the tightness in your chest. I, that see, that find, and free. I, the only One to the Three.
...and lo and behold, the Blades of Zahar coupled with Snapdragon's quick thinking, pulled off a glorious firework display! Truly inspiring work!
But for now, a brief public service announcement: authorities ask for your help in locating Cassius Andlebrook. Be advised: this human man should be considered armed and extremely dangerous. If you see this man, do not approach, and let your local Grin or one your trusted Hunters know. This is a city-wide sanctioned hunt, and we advise that all fellows maintain curfew until this man is found.
And now, fresh off the presses, the Shield of Oroboros has released its next in a line of products to help out the everyman. Now, every district can find access to the glorious healing properties of sanctioned alchemy. Free from the destitute and grizzly side-effects found on the street Strains, trust in the Shield to provide you with the finest quality of healing salves and consumables. In just a few short weeks of testing, the next batch will be on your store shelves!
There is a sickness born in every twig, the finest blade, the poorest wig. A mask we wear, to hide the Eyes, to shield them from their own disguise. Smoke and mirror, metal and cord, knights of valor, and a hidden sword.
It seems that a few unlucky residents in our fine city have experienced "hailstones"; damaging their roofs, windows, and swing sets. Please be advised: these are NOT concentrated packs of snow, but delicate arcane instruments, and each are considered the property of the House of Amaranth. The House has issued the following statement:
We of the House of Amaranth do recommend that if you find yourself in possession of one of our Arcane Eyes that you do not attempt to dismantle, access, or repair the object. Its contents are volatile, and combustible, and tampering with such matters may result in extreme injury or spontaneous disintegration. Please turn any recovered Eyes to your nearest Grinning Brand Officer.
Your cooperation in this matter will be noted and remembered.
I am the fire, I am the field, I am the secret at the heart that you wield. I topple nations, I shatter walls, I am that which the Crow dost call. Feel my pulse, listen for my kin, seek the venom, that seeps within.
The Burn was only the first of the Sin.