Unrest

The letter she had penned off towards Kaeso would arrive in two days. What would be his reaction she wondered. Word had already reached her that the lumber company she had hired to clear the timber and collect the profits from the sale of the wood had no probably what so ever in moving onto the Toll Road and helping to clear a path. Torrin Graves, the good man that he is, lend his support and when the profits came in, she would happily devy up a share to give him for his cooperation. He deserved that much at least.

There was some public unrest in the East section of the Garden District. She had no idea what had led to this sudden revolt down there, but The South Avenue of Coins were pushing their way over the garden walls and into her District and bringing their snotty uppity attitudes with them. Something she didn't appreciate, at all. Her artsy neighbors were already talking about challenging back, but she was doing her best to calm them and offer encouragement for talks and discussions. Something the Artistic peoples of the Garden District would normally aspire to, but for some reason..were not very intent on following through this time.

Port Cos Struggle for Domination. Turn 4

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THE PORT COS POST
Issue 4

ARTICLE ONE: Scribes. (See below)

Order reading: Bridgemont supports Old Valleran Academy South to Silk Street, Street of Brands

Associates of Lucian Simon assisted the followers of Torrin Graves this hand, in their attempt to wrestle control of the Silk Street from new owner Furius Titanius in the Street of Brands. Scribes, wearing the insignia of the old academy, were rumored to be pressuring people to accept their teachings as well as pay a healthy tribute to the new owner, when men from the Square in the street of brands under Titanius, intervened and blocked their support for the intended take over. Though the action ended in stalemate, citizens were outraged at the loss of sleep and minor property damage


ARTICLE TWO: Merchants and Titianius thugs clash at East market and occupied north market district

Orders read:
Street of brands: Slavers row supports North occupied market. North occupied market moves to east market with support from docks
Market District: East market supports North West market to North street of brands occupied market
Docks: Central Docks supports street of brands to East market district

Anonymous sources confirm that the Crotona family thugs conspired with the Titanius clan to take control of the East market district. Crotona family members had controlled this area some hands back but seemed willing to provide muscle for the Titanius clan as they forced their way into the home of Klegmont Gorban, senate tribune for the territory and forced his allegiance. The market merchants attempted to counter this by sneaking the vice tribune into North occupied market but were met by militia from slavers row and north and were forced to withdraw.

Scribes

:Personal matters being what they were, his cousin in the hands of the Arian Warriors she had chosen, it put him in even greater a mood to watch men of that caste suffer. Simple enough then to assist where his people were needed, as was later discussed with the sailor, Agrippa. The men outfitted in blue, the insignia of the Old Academy still stitched to their aging cloaks, they slipped in to back the other Scribe in his attack. Bridgemont showing its support by helping the others of their caste, ableit undercover in a way most did not ascribe to Scribes.

For his own part, Lucian wanted no further territory here, the ownership bringing him more coin that he didn't need, and yet no real peace of mind. That had elluded him always, politics and scholarship his mainstays. Whatever social mechanisms he might have possessed had all but shut down now, the rare difference being when he was around the happy family in Ar. Something he had already determined he would never have. So ironic that people of the Black should find this, and not one of the Blue, yet he did not begrudge them their joy. He was Uncle Lucian, and there were worse things to be.

Returning to his office at the Old Academy now, consultation over beer tainting his mood, he began the planning for the next series of moves as requested by his associates. Ostia was in the city, controlled some portion he knew, but as usual that family alliance was all but nonexistent. In this for himself, and the ignorant population that no one else would allow to learn. Teach the masses, and you held their hearts, as well as their minds. Control:

The Garden District (Deva Giselle)

The letter she had penned off towards Kaeso would arrive in two days. What would be his reaction she wondered. Word had already reached her that the lumber company she had hired to clear the timber and collect the profits from the sale of the wood had no probably what so ever in moving onto the Toll Road and helping to clear a path. Torrin Graves, the good man that he is, lend his support and when the profits came in, she would happily devy up a share to give him for his cooperation. He deserved that much at least.

There was some public unrest in the East section of the Garden District. She had no idea what had led to this sudden revolt down there, but The South Avenue of Coins were pushing their way over the garden walls and into her District and bringing their snotty uppity attitudes with them. Something she didn't appreciate, at all. Her artsy neighbors were already talking about challenging back, but she was doing her best to calm them and offer encouragement for talks and discussions. Something the Artistic peoples of the Garden District would normally aspire to, but for some reason..were not very intent on following through this time.

Concert in Aiery Park

The Lady Ostia: who whipped ashley for me. :: she reached down leaning her chin onto mara's shoulder and letting her hands hold Maras hips while speaking softly into her ear while the crowd noise grew. ::I want to meet that kalika player. :: her
The Lady Ostia: mouth murmured into maras hair
::Persephany Nite: :::The caterers would appear bringing out tables laden with food and drink, the small band which played to accompany the songbird continued in the back ground making this a joyous event. Sephy later appearing amongst the crowd,
Persephany Nite: shaking hands and kissing babies.::::
Persephany Nite: Yes Sir, the magistrate is always concerned for the fate of the fishermen of the city. I will pass along your regards and thank you for your kind words.:::she replied to a humble man concerned over loosing the water rights to fish
X kajira mara X: _One could say mara was interested in that performance and though it reaches her ears and the touches and warmth radiating from her Mistress if not felt by others...it is surely by her and her own body arms...not even the coldest
Persephany Nite: by those of Ost Hollow:::

Confessions of a Songbird

Dear Diary,

We had a bittersweet celebration today in the Western District. I wore my all time favorite gown of the sheerest silvery gossemar fabric cut halter style, the words "beauty queen" could have been stamped in jewels upon my tierra. I felt so naughty that day, sneaking beneath my hems to don hot pink silken slippers. I figured who would really notice my slippers while I rode in the back of the parade wagon, perched on high with my fans waving and confetti dancing through the air.

Isn't he hot? I mean my companion, Valentin Renaldi, man of the people, the voice of my adoring fans. I didn't realize the depth of their devotion until at one stopping point, there was a group of orphaned girls singing choir style. Hey that is one of MY songs! I insisited I be allowed to step down. At once we were rushed by dozens of giggling and screaming young girls, all anxious to touch, shake my hand, just to be near to me. They pinned white poseys onto Valentin's suit jacket, a few I allowed to be woven within the hair. Such dear, sweet, demure, pretty little girls, that just want to be like me!

THE SONGBIRD BEAUTY QUEEN!

An Annoucement

There would be posted in the most widely published rag on Port Cos -- on the fifth page, down near the bottom among the various ads including one for employment of sailors on the new ship "Lady Misery", her new Art Gallery opening in the Market District, Sixth Street South. ~Deva Art Studio~ Grand Opening! Owner Lady Deva Giselle, self taught artist specializes in landscape scenes and personal portraits. Private appointments recommended.