---

The armies of Vufrien return, heads low in their failure to reclaim the fertile lands of Dunmeath. The farmland itself was completely decimated following the assault. None know the cause of the destruction, nor the near permanent 'storm' - for lack of a better word - that threatens any and all life to wander there. Still yet, no official decree has left the throne room, only the chilling rumors that while the soldiers were away, death found not only the little heirs, but the king's wife as well. No further details have surfaced on the matter to deny or confirm the claims, but the city of Odersten is beginning a harsh spiral with the string of bad luck and the absence of its ruler. 

Whispers of new lands discovered of the coasts have reached the ears of Vufrien, and many people surmise that perhaps their fortunes lie there. There's a plethora of ships bobbing in eager wait within the harbors of Kaisermont, ready and willing to take those brave enough to venture the treacherous waves in search of land fit for once again growing food. 

With the state of Dunmeath, travel between Crue Efros and Vufrien has become all but impossible. Funeral processions have become common place and those unable to be recovered are having memorials placed to honor their memories by friends and family. The future for the mortal race is looking bleak indeed this day.

---

Lavalles licks its wounds in the aftermath of the disasterous result of the bedlam and carnage of Dunmeath's attack. The outposts have been abandoned, razed by fire and lightening that not even the undead can suffer to endure through. All supplies, soldiers, and livestock that were trapped on the premise are presumed dead and losses have been cut. The people are a mixture of relief and trepidation with the news of the unnatural flurry that none seem to be able to pinpoint the source of. Experts claim that it is some manner of magic, but it is primordial, ancient in its source. 

And wishes not to be revealed.

Given that the only fertile land of Vufrien has been decimated and a hard line drawn in the crust betwixt they and the enemy, the Red Queen has ordered that navy security be tightened. Soldiers line the once peaceful piers and ships undergo rigorous inspection before harboring and ere they depart the wharf. Further exploration of the newfound lands is encouraged heartily. Any natives found there are wanted for questioning by Lady Kaplan.

---

An Undending Storm Has Claimed Dunmeath!

Whispers claim a close relative of the king has returned, disgusted with the state of Vufrien he calls all like minded to the Fae lands. Something is brewing there, an island proudly waving new banners. Sharks that troll the waters, hungry for blood - for change.