[Titania]

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Despite the combined efforts of a very large portion of Meranthe, the particularly noisy nuisance known as 'Virexa of Skarnfel' continues to exist. Her tour, Paint Meranthe Red, has successfully passed by Caethir in a raucous display of loud music and magical carnage, and has now turned its eyes eastwards, towards Stonehaven. Virexa, famously known for her moderate takes on the concept of authority, has only the best of intentions for a place famous as one of the last public bastions of Ualdir, Enarr, and Shengese Emperor worship within Meranthe's borders. (Apparently, Xuefeng doesn't count to her, because they made a big mist wall and she has the object permanence of a small dog.)

Her public statement, scattered in disorganized piles near enough many a population center, reads as follows:

I AM GONNA FUCK THE DWARVES' DAY UP, AND NOBODY CAN STOP ME
COME WITH IF YOU'VE GOT BALLS, WE'RE DOING THE NEXT CONCERT IN TOWN FUCKING SQUARE!
BE READY TO MAKE SOME NOISE, BECAUSE WE'RE GONNA PAINT IT RED!

While certainly no more loquacious than usual, there are murmurings that there might be an agenda behind this particularly pugnacious punk's purpose...

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CROWNBREAKERS vs CROWNFORGE

DATE: TBD
GOAL: STEAL ???

[Titania]

As utterly incapable of shutting the fuck up as ever, a new set of letters has been circulated--which more accurately means 'left in piles scattered across Meranthe near most settlements that aren't island-locked'.

These ones, however, come with a small image stabled to the top.

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LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, TO ENSURE THAT AS MANY PEOPLE AS POSSIBLE ATTEND MY CONCERT, I HAVE GONE TO THE LIBERTY OF ACQUIRING THE ONE, THE ONLY,

SOLSTICE LAM!



TO CROWNFORGE, I OFFER A WAGER; STOP MY CONCERT BEFORE I REACH THE LAST SONG WITH NOTHING BUT YOUR OWN STRENGTH, AND I'LL RELEASE HIM COMPLETELY UNHARMED!

FAIL, AND I'LL tear out his heart and eat it, raw and beating, like an Azraelite, in front of you all. BE SURE TO STOP BY TO WATCH AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS, MERANTHE!

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Ah. Okay.

[Regalus]

An irritable Dwarf, injured but not down, with a song stuck in his head remains conscious enough to speak in front of his people and to send a message across.

"Aye ye overgrown, expired Mandrake, we shut yer siren wailin' ye had the audacity 'ta call music. Still even be ringin' in me ears, had 'ta stuff it with soil 'ta make it stop. We ain't gonna play yer games.

If I nae see Solstice by me cavern halls, yer wee bandmembers be lucky 'ta die.

At best they'll be lobotomized.

At worst, I'll have fashion 'em a body that'd nary die, but a fuckin' flesh worm whose entire purpose be 'ta suck the slag off me ovens.

Just write a letter, too soon 'ta hear from ye 'gain."

 - Lex Ferrus

He returned fire from the previous threat of eating hearts with something arguably much worse and may bring to question morality.