Rickard holds up a small bag of liquid with a pendant around it like a rope knot, wrapping it around his own neck as it glew a bright green. "These devices will be handed out to every citizen within Dragonport, and also shipped out to other lands within our trading posts such as Ivargard. This will also be a means to help stave away the chances of loved ones being brought back from their timely demise and prevent further outbreak of the undead plague." One of his shoppes end up opening up with such satchels and distributing out to the public.

After the sun sets, the stars twinkle in the heavens as always—but they are strange. They glow luridly with weird colors, spreading fear and wonder in all who behold them. Familiar constellations vanish, re-form, or shift to new locations. As the sign reaches its peak, distorting the arcane energies of the world, unsettling auroras and intense meteor showers illuminate the night skies.
—At night everything suffers a -5 concentration skill checks to cast spells.

A pale white moon also addores they sky appearing much like a human skull. As it strengthens, the undead plague increases. Corpses pull themselves free from graves, slaughtering former friends and lovers and swelling their ranks until only the shuffling dead remain
—Necromancy spells and spell-like abilities are cast at +2 caster level. Whenever a living creature dies, a 20% chance exists that it will spontaneously rise as a zombie (MM 265) in 1d4 rounds

Walking through the streets of the city, she recollects- Travois… Travois Henkkam. He'd been a Sergeant and Feild Medic in the Order when she was just a recruit, and one of her mentors. A sober and slightly grim gnome, he had a calm competence in the face of grisly wounds and terrible injuries that had always inspired her, and she still felt a great deal of respect for him.

Putting somewhat rusty skills to the test, and remembering somewhat dusty old plans for emergency blind drops, meeting points, and other necessary paranoia of a rebellion, she locates the easternmost tavern, inn or alehouse who's name includes either an animal or a color (But not both). There, she knows, Travois will have either left instructions for someone with the right password and a coin or two for the bartender, or she'll find him waiting. Unless, of course, he's dead. And then she'll have to start asking questions. Impolite ones. Repeatedly.
Because, after all… you've got to look after your own.

(Toby goes looking for the old friend who called her here, Travois, using the old contact methods of the Order of Freedom.)

Election for the governor seat of Dragonport's takes place first, roughly 1 month before a similar one being undertaken later within the Undercity.

Each candidate must fulfil the following criteria in in order to run for either of the offices:
- Citizenship: the candidate must be either a Dragonportian native, or been a citizen for at least 2 years and pass a competence test related to the History of Dragonport (Knowledge, history checks of the DC ~15)
- Age: The candidate must of adult age. Such varies depending from the race to race, the requirements for the longer-lived races (longer-lived than humans that is) are extrapolated appropriately.
- Legal standing: No person convicted of felony within the Dragonport's limits during the last 5 years is allowed to become a candidate.
- Monetary census: Each candidate is required to pay a one-time fee of 50k gp and allocate it within the metropolis' treasury.
- Race: No undead candidates, followers of deities with 'death', 'undeath' and similar in their portfolio allowed.
- Alignment: No candidates of evil alignments allowed.

By default the election's winner will be announced roughly, in real-life terms that is, at the end of November.

This topic serves as a list of PCs/NPCs partaking in the election in one way or another.
If you wish to candidate, propose candidature of someone then please reply.

And so our team of adept material asset acquisition experts left the not all that inviting city of Elric's Bay after proceeding with a plan both risky and rewarding.
The party composed of daring types like Mikkail, Auron, Gadenze, Regie and many others stole the ship of the orc pirates pillaging throughout the place.
It so turned out that the vessel, in spite of its condition being far from desirable, was hauling a hefty load of dragonshards worth 25k GP total on the open market - well above what Gonvirn expected to be contained inside the safe of Malrick's which was ultimately never found.

The vessel, aptly named 'Rickety Rakarak', was barely able to bring the party into the safer waters of Dragonport as the orcs did at best a patchwork-level repair job at fixing leeks and other bits. Repairs are a must should its owners be willing to use it again.

Elsbeth will take from the first adventure the gauntlets, making up the split price (+10%) from her own funds

Elsbeth Hatamari, Daikaji, Rex

Rex recieves 6 Platinum, 2 gold,3 silver, and 3 copper as well as the buckler.
Elsbeth will take the rod from the second adventure

*edit: it was unclear, but the entire note is in Rokugan

The split numbers are for 3 people, since one listed was RP only, and Rayne's not wanting any.
The +10% is due to Elsbeth being willing to use her contacts to garner better prices on what, if anything, we choose to sell.

So, what'll it be, guys?

*editted for Rayne's not wanting any*

The happening rises quite a bit of tension in the area as the remnants of the Captn' Ugarf's fleet are forced to (crash)land west of Dragonport due to an overall shift in the way currents shifted.

The port of Dragonport's, on the other hand, only barely avoids greater deal of damage due to a sudden appearance of an immense, strange derelict war ship covered in adamantine plating.
The local navy manages to slow the vessel enough so as to avoid having it breach into the city. Still, in the process 4 piers are rammed through the adamantime behemoth. The vessel's name is as ominous as its dark shape… Dark Remnant I.

To this day no sage managed to come up with a reasonable answer for the cause of the star's disappearance.
Arcane magic likewise acted strangely:
The conjuers of the world claimed that during the very same day interdimensional travel was malfunctioning.
The abjuers complained about numerous wards fading away.
The evokers could not help but notice that all of their spells smelled a bit like burned… fur.
The diviners were puzzled by their work being interrupted by static resembling 'a sneeze made by a female in her early twenties (human-age-equivalent-wise).
The illusionists were infuriated by each and every illusion of theirs turning into a vaguely vulpine shape the very moment they stopped concentrating on their spells.
The transmuters, on the other hand, might've been partway amused by the emergence of fox-ears for their spell's duration. In some cases the transformation was more thorough, resulting in many confused vulpine-shaped transmutation subjects.
No necromancy-related anomalies were reported, most likely due to the school being shunned greatly since the defeat of the College of Necromancy.

Dragonport authorities had martial law enforced within the Undercity and the surface sections directly connected to it. The metropolis is ripe with gossip, speculations and such but the authorities are reluctant to finger any particular suspect.

"The situation is under control, none of the main tunnels suffered any major damage nor cave-ins proving the durability of the Undercity. We confirmed that it is not the work of Nexus Freedom Front nor any similar organization." says the Dragonport Watch deputy.
However, when pressed on the matter the very same official only replied "The investigation is still in progress."

As of now both the surface and the underwater port are on security lockdown till the situation is deemed resolved.

The decision is up to the party.

Loot conveniently posted/grouped below:

All who participated in the arc (most importantly part 1/2/3) are free to make claims.

The assistants of the mill he camped by load his now vacated wagon with the freshly milled flour to be delivered to a few of the bakers in the Artisan's district. Meanwhile he grooms and cares for his beasts before hitching them up to the wagon. It's an hour or so at an easy pace to head into town, timed to get there just as the first set of goodies are coming out of the ovens to cool. So he and the bakers' assistants have the time to unload the supplies. Once that load is off his wagon the shopkeeper pays him part in coin and part in goods. He breaks his fast with a mug of milk and a bit of day's first baking just finished cooling. Unsold bread from the previous day goes into his basket and fills up one of the barrels with fresh water from the hand pump.
(Trained Hireling 3sp - 1sp(5x2cp bread loaves) - 1sp (1/3 of a day's common meals)= +1sp)

With his basket and barrel he picks up five of the unskilled laborers willing to pay the 3cp each for a loaf and a ride out to the farms where they've been hired for the day. They carefully stuff whatever leftovers they brought with them into the loaves as a makeshift sandwich. Half for breakfast and half for midday will get them through their day. Meanwhile they can relax, sitting on in the wagon with as much fresh cold water to drink as they want.
(3cp x 5 = +15cp)

After dropping off the hirelings to their appointments he and the mules retire to the riverside where they may graze and rest while he tries to either catch a few fish or wild fowl with his net, catch some rabbit or squirrel or other food critter, or even just gather up some edible plants like watercress/safe mushrooms/wild onions/etc. Most of the gathered plants are thrown into his iron pot with a few mugs of water from the barrel to keep for the day and become the base of his supper. The rest is preserved at least until the night if not for longer. He may trade a bit of the meat with a farmer in exchange for use of the kitchen fire for a bit to make his own midday.
(Survival check to feed oneself)

Inedible parts are saved for their own value: fish scales for the cosmetic makers, feathers saved for sale to fletchers or seamstresses, furs and skins scraped and set to dry against the side of the wagon, skulls cleaned and saved for the magic shoppes, mammal bones cracked open for marrow before thrown in the sack with fish and fowl bones meant to be ground for the bone-meal fertilizer gardeners loves, and whatever common spell components that have recently been requested.
(Work towards weekly Profession check)

Once his midday break is done he makes sure to empty the unused water from his barrel into the river and clean it out. Hitching his mules once again and delivers from and to the farms a few more times for the day. His second to last round trip he pulls the reverse of the morning job for the hirelings, buying the bread when going to the farms, selling them a ride and a loaf for the return into town with the last to-town delvery. With the next day's orders from the Dragonport shops given to the farmers he retreats to his mill-side camping spot where he sets himself up for the night, his dinner to prep, and his mules to grazing. Sometimes the farmers and their families have some trading to do with him, bits and bobs, odds and ends and the like. They all know where to find him that time of night.
(-1sp(5x2cp bread loaves) + 1.5sp (ride n' a loaf) = +5cp)
(Work Towards weekly Profession check)

Business is good with so many refugees in Dragonport and the farms needing extra hirelings but not having space to house them. Without him giving rides to the outer farms the hirelings wouldn't arrive in time to get any work done for the day, and they're even refreshed when they show up. It all works out in the end doesn't it? Mikkail reflects on these thinks as well as what goods will be needed when and where for the next day while he cleans everything up once more. After all, his Caravan Master always used to tell him: "Tha cleanin' got ta be dun, you do it an' it dun cost tha glim, else-wise ya be trippin' all o'er tha Gods-blasted place!"

Total Day's earnings: +2sp, +9cp, +work for Profession check, +/- whatever food supplies I can get through Survival check

• Frozt gets all the items Rick Dodger and Airy gave him, he'll probably need every last one.
• He tells Umbra and Mike that if he doesn't come back after a week and anyone looks for him, they should tell them he's dead. They weren't sure how to respond to this, but they gave him that Hat of Disguise they apparently had lying around at the start of the Doomcape/Darnten arc.
• He doesn't get help from anyone else so he doesn't have to be concerned about their lives, reputations or schedules, only his own.

Disguised as a normal large dog, Frozt starts searching the entirety of Dragonport for that trail so he can follow it again. He expects to not find anything no matter how thoroughly he looks, but fortunately he has no timetables to deal with, so he can do this for as long as he needs to. (He'll also be returning to the Poker Dogs' place every week or so if it takes that long for him to find anything.)