Slavers and Mass Arrests In Western gate

[Dezza]

The people of the city of Western Gate on Corsain have been rocked to their core in the last week as the Mayor, Antony Vipsanius upon orders of the Dominus has issued Marshall Law in the city. Citizens have been confined to their homes for three days as local Militia backed by the Rofireinite Knights and Guardians have swept across the city making widespread arrests.

Buildings, ships, cargoes, businesses and warehouses have all been confiscated or claimed by the City Council for investigation.

The widespread arrests have occurred from the docks district right up to and including at least three members of the City Council. The biggest organisation hit was the Ishnar Mercantile Consortium and sources claim that the arrests have been linked to an assault carried out by individuals led by a powerful illusionist called Saebhel by some and Rhynn by others, against the estates of the Merchantile Lord Ishnar in the mountains north of Western Gate.

Apparently the Dominus has ordered other city councils and Mayors across the nation to do the same.

What has affected the people in Western gate the most is the rumour that Ishnar was the head of a major slaving organisation linked to the Silver Crescent. His power and influence for many years has been felt right through the Dragonsong dominion and indeed across Corsain and beyond. But most importantly his donations to city building projects have been most generous over the years.

The economic impact of what has occurred has economists madly calculating but in terms of future stability and against the war on chaos and corruption this truly has been a great boon for the Dominus, the mayor of Western gate and indeed for the Rofireinites who will be earning their keep in the years that come sifting through the investigations that will arise from this.

Some people worry about reprisals but for the most part there is a new faith by the people in the workings of law and order.

[LordCove]

** Sall sits in the Arms quietly, a look of extreme concentration and almost pain on his face. The house of cards infront of him is almost complete, four storeys tall, and a slight gleam of pride can be seen in his eyes as he reaches forward with the last card.

But from across the Inn, he picks out the exagerrated tales of the blow to the Silver Crescent Slavers... and pauses.... his hand hovering still over the card pyramid. A wide grin spreads over his face as he listens to the tale... and slowly, places the final card atop the building.
A mention of Dragons and Bears storming the Shar's fortress comes to his ears, and with a slight chuckle, he leans back on his creaking chair, a rather smug, and proud look on his face.....


... a few seconds later, unable to hold his weight... the chair legs snap, and he smashes to the floor roughly with a colourful curse, landing on his butt.
The table rocks ever so slightly, and, in an almost painstaking slowness of time... his house of cards comes toppling down. **