World Level Reports
Tables Of War Turned, by Kail Reindich-Mordal Morias

A concentrated siege and cutoff maneuver has been the latest in Drakorian defensive tactics, the newly created supply line for the troops in Zaydore cut off by a sweeping charge by Drakorian winged infantry and trained Dragons raining arrow, spear, and fire upon sailing ships ferrying food and weapons to the war effort in dangerous Harfang. The island is making relatively little progress, last reports indicating the fierce fighting taking place with furre soldiers literally pushing their way out into battle and fighting back-to-back, or back-to-wall, in defense of the last island baniston under the Kasurian flag. Drakorian forces have also breached the defenses along Port Leothra's coast; a number of small flights of dragons with their riders making their way through the perimeter defenses patrolling the shoreline. Raptor Knights have been sent in to reinforce standard patrols now.

With House Haala's command structure for Kasurian forces disrupted to the uncertainty of Zaydore many of their house members, others of the Lesser Houses are taking the charge of the fight. In what seems like a political scramble for glory is the process of maintaining, or even increasing, the pressure upon invading forces from Drakoria. House Keung is presently on the battlefront and active with the King's command, warriors from Taigoria and the Olde World marching forth with the main force as guerilla units and scouts. Chaoyang Ti'Keung, current representative of House Keung, is rumored to be traveling through a string of command outposts and synchronizing troop movements to repel a possible full-fledged penetration of the borders of Kasuria.
All furres of Kasuria are to be warned of Drakorians already within the country's borders; local militia of all towns and villages are to raise alerts at the first sign of Drakorian movement, and to heed the warnings of scouts bearing the King's seal and House Keung insignia on their bracers. Lords, Knight Errants, and their reunites from the North are being transferred from their regular posts down to the Kasurian battlefield to stave off invading forces.

For Every Furre Fallen, by Fiana Kiiyue Hinitmaei

Even in the uncertainty of the war and all its sorrow and death, there is more or less a surge of little furres being made in Southern Kasuria; the Office of the Royal Registar and the Kasurian Church have been making out a dramatic number of birth certificates, issuing and blessing into the land of Kasuria the highest number of new arrivals into the world in the span of half a dozen years. The country has, for the first time this century, resulted into more than 5000 newborns this year alone.

Scholars from the Olde World coin such an event a 'baby boom' in reference to the ancient tombe, where the stories were listed of the aftermath of a grand war of many military powers against one rising nation. It was written in the stories that the population had been greatly reduced, leaving many families and children fatherless, or motherless, or without either parent. The number of youth increased dramatically, a good deal of them homeless and left to fend for themselves in the ruins of war.

The Kasurian/Drakorian war may have hardly begun, but already the country is beginning to see many more kittens left for lost, their parents taken by the war or by irresponsible and evil parents who leave their young unable to survive.

The future of Kasuria is most definitely going to need for caretakers of the second generation. We are the parents that are sheltering our children, the populace and names that will succeed our own.

Listen to The Chorus of War, by Private Nilk Isinyl the Third

Listen. Everyfurre goes about saying that the wars are terrible. They are apparently gruesome, traumatic experiences anyfurre should stay clear from. Wars bring pain and fear, they say, and that is true. But what lies behind the pain and the fear? Do furres go through this just so that they can return as heroes, just because that arrow caught their comrade instead of themselves? Do soldiers in a battle hold any control over the outcome at all? Or are they all just the henchmen of destiny, of different Primes? Every day, we furres judge. We measure, we observe, draw conclusions. So what conclusion can we
make out of a war? Battle. If one living the normal life would say that a single furre did not matter, that a single furre was expendable, he would be looked upon as mentally disturbed, or at least frowned upon by fellow furres. Sadly, that is the thought behind battle, or even war. A single soldier does not matter; if a general were to postpone a battle so that a single soldier could heal properly before it took place, that general would most likely be dismissed before he would be able to mutter a phrase in his defense. As for that one soldier, he would probably die in battle anyway. War in a nutshell: furres die. Plain and simple. We call the general still standing in the end of a war for the winner. He is not; we are all the losers, with Erigon and Greydark laughing down at us. Any furre responsible of the killing of another furre is a murderer, so says our laws. Still, furres gets killed every day, and the ones left behind can do naught but to bury our grief and carry on living, until one day we all meet again. The only difference between a victorious lord and a defeated one is that the triumphant remain alive. But at the costs of hundreds, more often thousands, of faithful furres. Those thousands of furres were once close to more furres, either by acquaintances, or family, or more often by love. When one from the thousands die, a part of more furres die with them.

In war, a soldier is merely part of a greater number, a single unit that adds up to build regiments, platoons, armies. But in the aftermath, they are merely casualties, the furre's family recompensated by only a rough scroll case and some coins for their paws. When one lives, one is a part of a group. But as you die, you are alone in the world you left behind, with nothing but prayers to accompany you on your way into the afterlife. Such is the chaos of war; we all hate and fear it, and yet face it. For if we did not stand against creatures that our leaders chooses to call their enemies, who will? Who will protect the old, the young, and the less fortunate when the conquerors arrive at our doors pillage, burn, rape? If not us, then who?

We go to war. We face our fears and our reward is either peace or death, or both. But why? Why do we do it? We do it out of love: for the other furres that live on, for family and friends, or even for the love of gold. Marching on into chaos and destruction, resting our faith in a pawful of other furres to make the better strategic decisions so that we shall live long enough to see the dawn of another day.

And, if we win, some of us return home again. To remember the ones that could not return with us, and to sing songs in their honor. But mainly, we return to the ones we love, to tell them how much we care. Not with words, but with our hearts, and the deeds we completed when we first left them. Hear, all of you, and know that the ones not returning do not do so out of lack of love. They do not because they burned for a cause, were willing to sacrifice themselves for it. By doing so, they keep the ones they cherish safe. That is the greatest of gifts, and the worst of curses.
Listen.

Continuity Level Reports
Tavern patrons are warned to take extra caution on the roads at night, regarding the recent appearance of a creature believed to be an unseelie redcap. His involvement is already suspected in the deaths of five local furres, as well as several attacks and threats made against tavern staff and clientele. He is described as a dark brown wolverine of average height, and was last seen wearing a red hat, ironshod boots, and an orange, furreskin cloak. This individual should be considered extremely dangerous, especially to femmes and kits, and should not be approached under any circumstances. (Contributed by Jack Aspen)

A suspicious pair have currently made themselves at home in the Blackstone area, more specifically, the tavern area. The two, consisting of the siblings Ralph and Jemima Burroughs, carry suspiciously large blades upon their back, seeming just a tad more imposing than they should; being the travelling performers that they claim to be, of course. Devious thoughts seem to run by the two on a wavelength, both always seeming to think the same thing and both acting just as crazed as the other. (Contributed by Jemima Burroughs)

As many know, on February 5th, at the beginning of the 1160th Year of the Dragon, approximately 2230 hours to the sentencing at 0100 hours, there was a trial at Blackstone Tavern and Inn. The accused was Karaar Tel' Mith Fallaner Taur'Amandil, known merely as 'Raven the Gray'. The three presiding judges were Colonel Aerain Chareef, Lt. Col. Jherrith Ti'Moon, and officer Grisan Ti'Balsamud, all of the Blackstone Garrison. The charges were treason and sedition associated with the following letter directed to His Majesty, King Constantine XII. Note before you read this that Jherrith later addresses these issues, far more then would be expected of a judge...

"Your Highness and Majesty King Constantine the XII, My name is Raven the Gray. We, your loyal servants of Black Stone Tavern have given you our men and coins in these troubling times, but now we ask for your assistance. We believe Commander Jherrith Ti'Moon has been responsible for unreasonable and unlawful inhumane injustice against the welfare of the People and worse We feel he has become a tyrant, no longer respectful to the True King and oppressing the people. Most people think he has gone mad. He has attacked a healer while mending a wound and thrown two civilian bar wenches in prison for days by the crime of entering his office. He has even allowed Drakonians to enter the city out even a protest! Please, Your Majesty, we beg of you to dismiss this False Lord off his throne and reappoint a honorable Commander to this post. In this war, a weak link could break our entire cause defending against the Drakonians. We know that you will make the right decision. -Your Loyal Servants of Black Stone Tavern" -Raven the Gray.
Witnesses include myself, the tenders 'Blacky' and Gus, the owner Diremoon, Kaea, Bramwolf, Raye Baitres, the feral Chaos, Ignatz ti'Haandor, Lydia Taranka, Kythsharr Syril, Cailin, Erhina ti'Sgath-Gin, Morias, Arminius Pattonius, Fiona Burrfoot, Actorus Diago, Telina, Nitika the feral, Jaided, Kesia Mahdi, Boudicca, Krystallin, Kaylob, Albert Halorin, Marceus, Crystal Hi-Kitai, Ter'Neth, Hydigo Sheni, Exodus Crimsonmoon, Darsaz, Rezsia maDeiami, Linn Ilm, Alliah Schuylar, Faeraina, Marpsius Kardis, Adanya Claw, Kabuki, Justin DeClare, Wind Garnet, Benjii Tripsing, Dagda, Anatolia, and Loanyth.
Other items was the mandatory training notice, quoted on spot by Jherrith- "By order of His Royal Majesty; All able bodied furres between the ages of fifteen and two score summers should be enrolled and listed by their County's Greater House for muster upon local village greens to be given such instruction and training as available in the production and use of the longbow for defense of the realm.

And the tax law, a copy of which can be obtained wherever you obtained this article. Now that the stage is set...The trial began in the tavern with Raven sitting on one side of a table in the middle surrounded by guards and the three judges sitting on the other side of the table, Jherrith at the left, Grisan to the right and Aerain in the middle (don't get me wrong...he's far to the right...far far far to the right...). Aerain, being the head judge, kicked off things by going through the normal process, asking the accused his name, telling him what he was charged with, interrogating him about his discussion with other commoners towards the end of pushing forward the sedition charge. To most of this he got little response from Raven, so he offered to the other judges the chance to ask him questions. Now up to this point, most people were completely opposed to Jherrith being a judge. The letter was an arrow aimed at him, attempting to get the king to replace him. Thus everyone, the accused especially, were deadset on trying to get Jherrith thrown out of the position. Of course, I knew better, but noone listen's to poor Kitsune...noone noone...eh...So Jherrith started asking not about Raven's actions as crimes, but of the accusations in the letter. He talked about the taxes, of which most of us travelers pay one silvabit a year for, and those possessing an average amount of land pay a little more for, a trifle sum. He talked about the training, not as a means of drafting a fighting force, but to teach people how to defend their homes, families, and lives. He never got to talking about 'bringing Drakonians into the city' but I'll address this here. Recently, a Drakonian named Seerow was brought into the Garrison by Jherrith, but as yet, I haven't seen him do anything wrong besides almost lose his temper, and the only person claiming he has is openly prejudiced against the entire race. As if actively turning down powerful potential assets to your military would be a better choice...As for allegedly attacking a healer and two women, this I don't know of...but his following actions dictate his character. After he was done discussing the letter with Raven, Aerain, losing his patience and thirsty for blood, held a quick vote on the treason charge. He voted guilty and quickly turned to Grisan, who followed suit. I believe at this point Jherrith voted guilty merely because de facto the vote was already guilty, but then he took the opportunity to preempt the sedition vote, quickly voting innocent. Grisan voted innocent as well, and after some more bickering, they retreated to decide on a sentence. When they came back, Aerain was visably displeased. Being found guilty of treason marks you with an almost mandatory death sentence, but they came back with twenty lashes instead. And even here, Jherrith tried to help the person who had tried to destroy his career, trying to get Aerain to revoke the lashings. Aerain eventually lost his temper and revealed that Jherrith had already saved Raven from hanging, so he had pushed far enough...In the end, Raven was taken off to the Garrison encampment for the lashes, at which point the number of observers had already dwindled. And thus ended the trial, and yet still people seem ready to tear Jherrith apart...This definately speaks for his character, as there are few more honorable acts then saving an enemy when you could righteously let them be killed. (Contributed by Biratanatsu Darenai)

Announcements
Births
Carys Sheni was hatched to Krystallin and Hydigo Sheni. Primes bless the newborn into this world.

On June 17th, Marieta Morias was born to Adella and Morias.

Marriages
None announced.

Deaths/Resurrections
On Feburary 14th, 1160, Yaron SaberFang faded from the mortal coil. Cause of death is unknown.

On Feburary 28th, 1160, Kitrinan Oceclot was slain by a werefurre. Identity of killer unknown.

On April 4th, 1160, Carys Sheni, daughter of Krystallin and Hydigo Sheni, was murdered and decapitated in a kidnapping/killing.

On April 14th, 1160, Neo Madin was killed in a duel outside Blackstone Tavern and Inn.

On April 21st, 1160, Neo Madin was reincarnated into a new body by Necraeas.

On June 14th, 1160, Zrio Yama was found dead on the bridge of Blackstone, his remains strewn all over the area. Dark rouge upon his lips are the only clue to the identity of the murderer.

On July 3rd 1160, Lisbit was found dead near the river of Blackstone. A stab wound was the only clue to her murder.

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