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Young Prince of Silvergate Born

The news rushed through the Silvergate Inn last November, and quickly spread through Wehnimer's Landing like a wildfire: Lord Enegue LionHeart, the Lord of the Manor of the Silvergate Inn and one of the Landing's oldest and most respected citizens, would be a father. His young wife, Lady Brownyng, had announced that she was with child.

Even before the formal announcement, however, preparations had already begun. During the renovations of the Inn, Lord Enegue had ordered a small room at the top of the tower converted into a Nursery with white-washed walls, pine floors, a mural depicting playful faeries, and the cradle which had held Enegue as an infant. For over nine months, Silvergate awaited the birth of the little LionHeart.

On Saturday evening, July 11th, Lady Mistyrose (who had been chosen as the midwife) and Lord Enegue found Lady Brownyng in the upstairs hallway of Silvergate, refusing to budge. (She preferred the stone floor, she said, because it was cooler.) After some cajoling, they were able to calm her down, and with a great deal of help from Lady Misdy, brought her upstairs to her bed, where Mistyrose declared that the moment was at hand. Lady Cullien and Lady Ylena arrived to give assistance, as well.

For the next two hours, Lord Enegue paced the Silvergate's Private Lounge, wearing (in his words): "a hole in the carpet on the staircase". Those in the Lounge waited for news, while upstairs the women assisted in what would turn out to be a very difficult birth. Mistyrose had discovered that the child was breech, and Brownyng had lost so much blood that she began to fade even before Mistyrose was able to bring the baby into the world. The other women had rushed downstairs to inform Enegue of the difficulties, when the Lady of the Manor's death star burst in the Elanthian sky and the candle Cullien and Ylena had lit in sympathy with their friend had flickered out. With Brownyng's last breath, Enegue's heir was born.

We are fortunate to live under Lorminstra's graces, and the Goddess had pity on the young mother. With Oleani's intervention on behalf of her faithful follower, Lorminstra raised Brownyng from the dead, restoring her to her husband and her newborn son. The cleric Dianatrue, Brownyng's goddaughter, blessed the baby at the foot of Oleani's shrine before returning him to his mother.

Ballad of the Rolton
by Alanaire Telkara

One day, a rather bored young Lord stands up from his Thrak Table.
He cracks his knuckles, grabs his sword, most obviously able
To kill a troll king, maim a lich, and slaughter golems, mein-
But where's he going? . . . Hunting roltons! Is this man insane?

Outside the gate he grins with glee and cackles rather madly.
He spies a rolton far away and starts to drool badly.
The sheep limps in, its foreleg snapped - There is a mighty hit-
Skull cleft open! Brain pureed! In twain its head was split.

A little sorcie wanders in and spies the murdered sheep.
"Hey, that was mine!" he yells, too loud- A thump, and he's asleep.
But there is justice in the Lands, if, as this Lord, one blunders.
The Lord looked up and paled a bit; he heard some rolling thunder-

A glance about, and all around were herds and herds of sheep.
The roltons! Seeking their revenge for wounds and bleeders deep.
The rolton leader coughed and said, "Your punishment is thus-
For all this senseless slaughter, become now one of us!"

The sword dropped from our Lord's great hands - he felt a wrench, a pull -
Instead of skin, his body was now covered with brown wool.
The roltons turned and galloped off. Our new Lord Rolton cried.
Then, suddenly, from his long stun, the sorcerer revived.

"Oh, there it is," he smiled, and cast a spell that didn't miss.
Lord Rolton gibbered, but no good.
He went to the Abyss.

The Mad Streaker
Submitted by A Blushing Bystander

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