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| Fire Burns City – Hundreds Perish |
| A terrible fire blazed through the Docking District on last Raludon, killing at least 250 innocent people in a destructive eve attending the Circus. Centered upon the local and often troubled “Circus Satiricon”, the wooden circus “tent” seemed to have been ignited by the careless “fire-eating act” of a one Lanturn Lurtz.
At this time Lurtz was unavailable for comment, but a witness states that “a huge ring o’ fire encircled the inside of the tent. When we looked around we saw that Lanturn fella all on fire, standing behind the grandstands. He seemed suspicious, and was running along the fire. It’s all his fault!” Moments later, the wooden structure was ablaze, trapping all 500 innocents within.
The column of fire could be seen as far away as Orchardport, reaching far into the sky in a most unnatural way. The heat was incredible, melting street cobblest... Read
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| Carnies Descend on Sirvat |
| In the past few weeks, hundreds of new Cirques and Carnies have descended upon Seers Port. If this is to keep up, we may have to change the name of our good city to “Carnie Port” becoming nothing more than an outgrowth of Irva, like some hooked tail.
It is unknown why they have come, but it surmised that the burning of Sirvat seems to be at the height of their interest. Some wonder if there is some traditional festival where Carnies all congeal on a city, and then burn it down one avenue at a time.
What is certain is that ships arrive in our port every eve, laden down with freaks, wild animals, and stolen coins. Just when you think that every Irva scum has come into town, there seems to be a boatload more stepping on our docks. We’ve been too lax in Sirvati standards! Our “open” port policy must go! We are risking our women, children, and Seers by allo... Read
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| Open Letter to the Carnies |
| Dear Circus and Carnival folk –
I have very little against your type of people, in their shocking clothes, leering facial tattoos, and flamboyant ways. Most everyone has a right to live, I suppose, in any way that they see fit. (Yours just seems to be uglier than the rest of us, I'm sure that you realize.)
What I don’t understand is why you choose to live here, among upstanding and hardworking folk? Surely there must be some place for you… Irva, perhaps? Or some distant abandoned desert?
Why have you come to Seer’s Port?
What do you want from us?
Why are you burning our city?
When are you leaving?
The sooner that you leave Seer’s Port, the sooner we can get back to our “normal” lives. It's probably not your fault that you're the way that you are. I feel sorry for you.
- Name and address withheld.
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| I Blame Ourselves |
| I wonder about this city.
Surely Sirvat is above the baseless blame, anger, and ill will that I’ve witnessed this week. It is ugly, foolish, and wrong.
We’ve all enjoyed the performances of the Circus Satiricon, from Spring to Fall, for over a dozen years now. We’ve let them entertain our children, fill us full of laughter, and paint our faces. We’ve witnessed their exceptional talent, humor, and amazing skills. Then, when tragedy strikes them at their very heart, we turn on them like vehement hounds, biting at their heals, or worse. What has happened here?
I remember a Sirvat that was bohemian, peaceful, and wonderful place to live. Now, I have to wonder if the golden Age has ended, and more importantly, why has it ended in such squalor.
- D. Drakewyrm
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