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A winter snow drifts from the sky and alights on the ashes of the Great Amphitheater. The fire long since burnt out; there is nothing there but chunks of scorched marble and coals. What has not burned, it has been looted. Some of the statues are completely missing. Smoke, that can be seen from nearly every district, spirals into the sky. The bitter cold day has developed into a brisk evening. The cinders float on the wind making the snow look grimy. Once in a while, a lone passerby looks at it, perhaps, he thinks he did not think such beautiful, white snow could look so grey. The city of Anarinuell is a clash of opposites. The night feels sterile and quiet as citizens clear the streets. At the same time, shouts drift on the wind and rioters and looters give hoots and hollers of pure unadulterated rebellion. Clinics in all clans fill up with memories of the earlier violence. There are a variety of wounds tonight, both physical and emotional.

The first sign of trouble begins outside the Clan Embassy. It broils slowly with just a few people mulling outside. Slowly, it turns into anger. "Elianos would be ashamed! The Elianiks don't deserve to lead a herd of cats, much less the Republic! Elianiks are enemies of the Republic!" and "Bring them all to trial as conspirators to murder! Traitors!" One can only assume that the rioters, some of them really intoxicated, think there are Clan Leaders inside to hear them.

The trouble citizens press on the door. The Embassy Building is beautiful with a heavy dark wood door. Sadly, the door is not a stop for angry people with a bunch of axes. The patrons bust down the door and start going room to room. Inside, these are the things that belong to Clan Leaders. These are desks and hangings and scrolls which belonged to the leaders of what was the Republic. Now, they are smashed and ripped to shreds.

Two Republic guards, still doing their job stand within the embassy. The mob comes upon them like a swarm. Though, they fight back. There is just too many people for the guards to prevail. Fists and pieces of furniture fly. It seems forever for the guards, but truly, it does not take long for one guard to be unconscious and the other guard to lie there still and dead. His face is a mottle of black, blue, and green. Blood seeps out of his nose.

In the office of the Viceroy, someone who looks a little like Devvie finds a cloak. She puts it on without a thought. It's /her/ cloak now and it makes her smile. It's so comfortable and warm. It's fur! The kind that she could never afford to own before.

In Sadin's Office, he has a pretty famous couch. Moments later, a few people are carrying it out the front door. Some of them, have never seen apartment furniture this nice!

Sadin's Writing Desk, in his day, he could be seen at it often. It is chopped into bits and thrown in with the front door on the snowy road. A bonfire is lit and many of the items in the embassy are thrown into the pile and gone.

The commoners note that there are so many rooms in this building. It's such a waste and it's warm! They could be using it for housing for their families. Sadly, there are so many rooms that it's noted one of the bedrooms was destroyed by a griffon and was never fixed. A bit of canvas and that would be good as new. Rather than burn the building down, it seems that this mob intends to become tenants.

In the Gold Dragon embassy, someone walks right out with Ojitar's Fine Whiskey Clay Jar. He seems pleased, "The missus will love this."

The crowd also wants to know why the Gold Dragon Clan Leader keeps fertility potions in his office. They are baffled by this and decide to keep them and sell them for tremendous amounts of stenis. Touched by Ojitar!

The coolest find, by far, has to be the war table with miniature soldiers in the Griffon embassy. Somebody runs off with it, probably, to be auctioned off later.

In the office of the Eagle, there is a sign that says 'Property of the Eagle Clan. Do not touch for fear of Lord Proxy Yaffros' Wrath'. The drunken mob takes turns touching the sign to see if it works. Lord Yaffros doesn't show up, so, someone takes off with the sign.

At the end of the day, the citizens decide not to burn the embassy down. However, many have taken shelter in the building from the cold. There are, in fact, a lot o unused bedrooms in there. They see it as a sign of noble waste! How long have they tried to keep their families warm while these decadent nobility have sat on perfectly fine rooms. Too long! (OOC: If it is IC for you and you would like to live in the embassy for as long as it lasts, please put in a request separate from a Resolution Day Request)

Soon after the embassy busts into chaos, the jail also goes into a frenzy. There are very few guards left here, as such, the prisoners have gone into full on madness. The prisoners start screaming and throwing themselves at the bars. The shrieking and violence reminds everyone of the howling of monkeys.

There were of course more prisoners because post-amphitheater there were soldiers attempting to maintain order all this time.

A mob has also formed outside the jail. If this could get any more chaotic, it has become much more the case. There are torches and pitchforks, this time. The crowd seems to intend to get inside. A Mes Anuli shouts, "Get them!" and suddenly the crowd is frenzied. They run for the doors trampling each other in the process. Three bystanders, who knows why they are there, get caught in the crowd. A Mer Slurk gets caught on the end of a pitchfork. The tine slashes through his gut which spills out onto the ground. He falls and is pressed to the road under feet. His last breath comes before the crowd gets to the door.

Mer Jargen, a Republic soldier by the gear he wears, gets pressed against the wall of the jail. His head hits the wall so hard, that it leaves a blood stain there. The man's body slowly sinks to the ground. He is alive, for now, but unconscious and might well be in a coma. Who knows if he will be the same when he awakes. There's a large wound in his head where a corner of the building pierced his skull.

Sentry Ashalik of the Bear Clan happens to be close in the area. Upon seeing someone in Republic green in trouble, he dares to jump into the crowd to try to pull the body out. They are close in and also very fiesty. There's also a lot of pitchforks and fire to push through. Who knows if he will be able to make it himself...let alone rescue the soldier. It doesn't seem to matter. Ashalik pushes down his helmet and leaps.

Ashalik's right hand gets enough of a hold to the arm of Mer Jargen's tunic that he can wrap his fingers around it. He yanks hard to pull the body through the crowd. Adrenalin must be on his side. This kind of agility is not the kind one musters if they are not well into fight or flight. A pitchfork drags across the Sentry's arm. He doesn't feel it for now. Instead, he pulls and pulls until he can pull the soldier's body well away from the mob. He falls to the ground with Mer Jargen on top of him. It's only then that he feels the sting of his arm bleeding. (OOC: Ashalik rolled really well!)

A very prim but tall woman with red hair stands in the mob. Her eyes are wide and her face reveals how perplexed she is by the horror of today. Suddenly, her horrors are revealed as a man brings a dagger to her throat, "I know you." He states. She gasps as he continues, "You're that nanny for the little Hydra bratlings." Some worst fears are made true, as, Mes Gemendra gets mixed up in this crowd.

As the door to the prison busts open, the man roughly drags Gemendra inside. She will not be getting away, today. In fact, she's not seen again for the rest of the day. For the Hydra royal family, they can only assume that their nanny has been kidnapped and is missing from them.

Once inside, the jail cells begin opening up. One Mes Meilin, she runs out the door at the first opportunity. Things are taken as rioters see fit. More so, the jail represents a place where they can't escape. It is a sign of the Republic laws and justice. And with a bale of hay and a torch, a fire flickers in the back cells.

Rioters drag the wooden stocks from the jail. They drop them a short distance away and begin brutally destroying them. The shackles that they once had, are gone. They become no more than a broken pile of wood. Behind them, the fire flickers over anything that can light up in smoke. Even though the jail is mainly stone, so much of it was wood and so much stuff was inside that the guts just burst into brutal flames that rise into the night sky.

Someone has broke into the evidence room of the prison. Some of them don't know what to do with the evidence. More so, people take the wardrobes. They're good sturdy wardrobes and most of them can't read anyhow so the papyrus inside means nothing to them. One semi-literate rioter finds an amphora that seems to hold 'toxic' things. He makes off with what might be a bunch of poisoned tea.

A chest of wooden swords is also found in the jail. If you don't think some rioters start wielding these, you just don't know your rabble. Several walk away with wooden swords, but better, some find themselves some tamir sticks inside as well. Now, they are a slightly more equipped mob.

The jail burns into the night. Some of the stone cracks under the pressure of everything inside burning and the tower on top falls to the ground with a booming crash. Rocks litter the ground around the jail. In a sense, there is no more prisons for the people. Their minds are no longer on what doors are closed and locked, but, what doors are open to them.

The biggest mob of all, however, has been the one arranging itself for quite some time in the forum. They are large, so large in fact, that they were able to keep even the Gold Dragons at bay and stuck in their corner of the palace district. For the first hour, the Gold Dragons and the rioters clash. Many people die on both sides, probably, more rioters than Gold Dragons. However, the Gold Dragons have not moved in yet in full force. The sheer numbers in the Forum and their need to spread out and hold a Palace enable the marketplace riot.

The first thing to go in the forum is all the merchants. Nobody is going to be selling at this point. People start raiding the stalls for goods. It's a pure free for all and there's scratching and biting as people try to get what they need. (OOC: As you can imagine, the market is no longer working code wise. A staff member representing the mob interest will be handling the market goods until the market is free again.)

Many of the goods go to waste. In their rising anger, the people take some of them and dump them right into the water of the bathhouse. The bathhouse water becomes murky and unusable. Pumpkins float alongside some cheap daggers in the water. At this point, one would not know what was in there and taking a dip would be a health risk. It's not only going to be an unstable couple of weeks, but, it will also be a smelly couple of weeks.

A Mes Eithne and a towel boy named Reimus are in the bathhouse when things start getting bad. Both are badly pushed around when the mob first enters, but, they escape with injuries. One rioter shouts, "See if you charge me a fee now!" He dumps a bunch of wheat into the baths.

Mer Eesian is a child notable for living with the Oshta children. He is found in the bathhouse and beat within an inch of his life. No good reports can be found and as far as anyone knows, he is dead.

The mob has also found Lord Inarus Elikista in the bathhouse. Rumor has it, they have him trapped inside and that he receives regular beatings. There is no rescuer this time. There's nobody to pull him out. The forum is filled with irate protestors and the bathhouse is trapped behind them.

As the mobs barrel through the forum, several people get injured. Some of it is purposeful beatings of anyone who gets in their way and some of it is accidental. One such accident is a Mer Yafo Verrader. He tries to get out of the way, but too late, he falls and people step over him as though he were little more than the stones of the forum pavement.

Mes Rika Whitefeather was also in the forum. One might suspect she came there, possibly, to try to rescue Eesian from the bathhouse. Unfortunately, her attempts to enter are rebuffed and they push her around. Mes Rika fights bravely and will not be pushed away from her goal. It is the kind of fighting a Ticanee can be proud of. There are lots of fists and spears flying around. Just once, her spear tip slashes through the face of one woman and slices her cheek open. She screams and holds onto her face. Each time someone comes at her, she stabs them or slashes. But still, the crowd is just too much and she eventually falls. Her body is flung aside where she lays wounded, dying, and brave.

The mob is firmly in place and entrenched in the forum. As one of the major thoroughfares, it's created a major stopping point for travel. It's the most dangerous here where the mob is the biggest. Among them, there's Mes Devvie again. She seems completely unawares that there's violence going on and instead finds an apple! It's her apple and she holds it up triumphantly. Blood has stained the stoned paths here. It probably will not be the last.

Just when everyone thought things could not get more complex, a mob of heavily armed citizens suddenly arrives at the bank. They tell all the tellers who work inside to get down on the floor as they point spears at them.

Several people are still inside the bank, many of them cower with their arms over their head. After the first few riots, people are less bold and more afraid. Many of them seem to give up right there. Lord Udettos was just at the bank, however, the mob seems to want to send a message. They beat him to unconscious and pin a papyrus scroll to him that reads 'We are the ones who you tithed to poverty!'. They throw his body out into the street to be found by a passerby.

A Mes Ananda starts crying. One of the rioters screams, "Shutup!" She just can't stop crying and her sobs are making the other hostages nervous. One of the mob beats her until she stops. The bank is silent except for the sound of vaults being opened.

As one of the rioters comes near, Lord Zafir Junik suddenly rises up from his crouch on the floor. He raises his sword and impales one of the bank robbers on the end of it. Blood drips off the blade as he pulls it back out. Two rioters come at him next and he manages to graze one. There are just too many and more and more come at Zafir until he is left bruised and unconscious. The mob in no way wants the Gold Dragon army coming in at them, so, he too is tossed on the street.

The bank is held up. It's hard to say what exactly has gone one, but what bystanders do say, is stenis /have/ left the bank. Someone's stenis have gone somewhere and it's not in their bank accounts. The bank is not accessible at this time...nobody can get in or out. A stand off, at least a one sided one at this point, has begun. (OOC: There is no more access to the banks. You cannot inquire as to the status of your accounts, because, there is no entry for now)

Tagda pleads to the members of the second division to stay at their posts and remain. It's a plea that is just too late. Many members of the military are participants in the looting. Many others, they are already retreating for their clan military. The wave of people is almost too much for anyone to stop. That's what is so very important about this sort of movement. It is so large that not any one person can easily be sorted out. Arresting an entire city is completely impossible. As people start pushing past her, the airforce pilot becomes acutely aware of just how large the movement has come.

Tagda tries to stop some of the crowd along with the soldiers around her, but, nobody is listening. The second division does not generally stay. At this point, the Republic military is a disaster who could not organize if they wanted to. There was little she could do. A last ditch effort to try to hold on to something. She is able to maintain five people who sort of look military and have some weapons on hand in case they are needed.

Prince Rislan calls upon trials for the Elianik Family. To the people, it is a most unsubtle admission of guilt. It is difficult to tell whether people will find it humbling or degrading that he is calling for justice when that's clearly what they already want (and some have taken building by building and steni by steni). Drifters from the embassy mob crowd up on the Prince, possibly, to tear him apart. Any words of leadership or the passage of are lost in the irate feelings of the mob. Somewhere in there, Lady Taleena is given control of the First Division. It is in word only at this point. Nobody is listening to the law. The people are the law and this is the sort that comes with pitchforks and torches.

The crowd is significantly distracted with a desire to go get some stenis out of the bank. They do remember Rislan's time as a guard which is good and bad. Some remember how he kept crime off the street and some remember how his guards beat them down. The situation, however, it could be much much worse. Rislan and those in the room listening escape with just a small pelting of stones.

Prince Banian Elianik proclaims that Prince Argin is not dead but just resting for now. For those who were in the amphitheater, it is a very difficult pill to swallow. It does not seem to be enough to prevent the outrage and violence. More so, they feel that Banian could have put a stop to this and didn't. The reigns of the Republic Military are not his to own today and the people who pelt him with stones from outside the burnt theater serve as a reminder of this. The fires continue to burn and Ellish has been forgot. Maybe, one day soon, the people will remember. Today, they make quick waste of everything around them and threaten to kill Banian with their bare hands.

The crowds lunge forward and go after Banian. Everyone with him scatters and runs to the four corners, but the mob, they pursue the Elianik Prince. It is a cold night and Banian's breath is visible as he runs for his life. The snow and ice has made the ground slick. Banian's heartbeat can be heard in his ears and one can imagine this is what real fear must feel like.

As they turn a corner just before the Cockatrice District, the mob loses him. Their footsteps take them through the slushy puddles of sleet. With this melted mess on the ground, footprints are not as easy to follow. The good news is it seems Banian Elianik has lived another day. The bad news is the crowd is hella mad and looking for a fight to make them feel better.

Meanwhile, the Griffon Clan is demanding that they be heard. While they are not upholding democracy in quite the same way the Eagle clan does, it's very clear that they expect the one on one time to tell everyone how they feel. The family of the butcher is gone from power. This vacuum is one that can only be filled with someone who is not a Gold Dragon. The clan members with complaints begin grouping up in front of the Corinala House. They are not a violent mob, at this time, but they have some complaints that they want heard.

The Griffon Clan not only wants to see someone other than the Gold Dragons take power, but, they finally want a city. Ellish was theirs and the Elianik-run Republic clearly did everything they could to stop the ruling on the ownership of the city from coming to judgment at the Clan Council. More so, Scirlut should have been theirs as well. One way or another, the Griffons are finishing this with something of theirs to have and to hold in regards to another city. They are not opposed to unity, but, unity that bows to the whims of the Gold Dragon regime is not going to cut it.

It has been quite some time since Anarinuell remembered what the Griffons have given up and that their pure military might is equal to to the number of adults in their clan. Now, though, now it is painfully obvious. Everyone, down to pre-CoS children, is prepping for battle. Their lands have been taken and burnt to the ground. Elianos, himself, took lives in Scirlut and years later his family would allow the foul Gold Dragons to bring this pain once more. Without prompting from Luna, archers have setup on the towers of district gates with the idea to shoot anyone who looks Gold Dragon.

Of course, this is a bit of a problem for the Corinala family. After all, Lord Judanus and by proxy Lord Aristedes have a nice Gold Dragon ancestry to contend with. As such, it's pretty imperative that they prove their Griffon roots and fast. The people expect some action and for both of them to show that they bleed red and white like the rest of them.

The people want a town hall meeting where all these opinions can be aired to clan leadership and ministers. They find Mes Aziza wandering outside and tell her to go in and tell Luna this. As though, this were an everyday occurrence. In the past, such an event would never have happened. Today, the people demand their right to speak to their leader. Hopefully, Mes Aziza has a key or someone will let her in.

Aziza shouts at the top of her lungs, "I'll air your concerns. But please.. please. Remember who you are. Remember that you'e Griffons, not hooligans like those outside these gates. Give me your list of concerns and I'll give them to them. But please.. stand down... help protect our people. Not destroy them." This seems to mollify the crowd. She's going to go inside and get Luna and being Griffons, they feel like this is enough, for now.

The Griffon Clan leader announces Srenni Ista Zayes as the Griffon High General. It is remembered that her mother, Zayes, served as High General for the Firan armies for a long time. She was an extremely successful leader and daring; the Griffons remember how she gave her life so that they could have Fort Sacrifice. The patriotism of the Griffons swells at the thought of a return to their tactical and adventurous past in the art of war. Now is the time, then, for Griffons to work towards their goals. So much, they put aside for the Butcher run Republic. They were kept from being officers under the hand of the Elianik Gold Dragon bastard. Now that he is dead, they are calling for recognition and a rise of the Griffon militia might once more.

Sometime after, Lord Aristedes Corinala announces the birth of a son to Lady Juneva and Lord Battimus. Normally, this sort of birth might bring modest applause; however, the Griffon Clan is already pretty keyed up. As such, this birth starts a new bout of enthusiasm among Griffons. Pressure for the royal family to do something notable and very public like a meet and greet or an assembly rises.

The Griffon Clan nobility is in a peculiar state right now. The Sennet Family has not been tormenting the commoners by any means. At the same time, they haven't offered anything that the commoners feel they could not get themselves. Sure, things were rocky for some time. The rescue from slavery must have been a hard one and the Griffons gave them lots of leeway in their first years getting settled. After all, the Griffon story is one of loss and recovery told over and over again. However, despite a little leadership from Lady Geesha, there has not been anything spectacular to say about the family. In fact, they seem more interested in helping haffies and romancing than any public outreach.

In the same respect, the Ista Zayes family had a great start in Zayes, but, Srenni's military career has not been so shining as to make her outstanding, thus far. There is a lot of pressure for the family to do more, especially, since they have commoner roots. Shouldn't they be trying to prove themselves?

At the end of the day, it becomes apparent that the Griffons would be just as happy with raising up people in status by military merit rather than any old system that says people with blood are better. They don't feel like they are better. After all, Zayes was an incredible General. She was more incredible than some who lead and had a fancy last name. While they are not prepared to oust nobility just yet, they are on the bring of coming up with some new class of people who are there because of their actions and not birthright. A mob settles outside the Ista Zayes and Sennet manors. They are waiting for brilliance to happen and happen fast.

The Cockatrice Clan is, perhaps, the most calm clan of all. Their pacifism, however, should not be confused for complacency in regards to the current situation. It is the Cockatrice Clan, who most of all, want to see the Clan Council put together some semblance of new government with an official who can help see everyone through this lack of unification. The citizens feel that their return to a unified government means that they will get at least one of their cities back, if not two. They see the fall of the Republic as a new start. War had seen their cities taken from them by order of a council who could not prevent the Kinslayer War. As such, the agreements that were once made under that Council become a lot more fuzzy in the eyes of the Cockatrice people.

More so, Clan Leader Diamia and her husband Rikon went to the far countryside to get a most needed break. The snow will prevent her return. This means that the leaders of the clan are Lord Banian and Lord Aeryk. Lord Banian, so very clearly an Elianik, the Cockatrice people seem unenthusiastic to get behind him. As for Lord Aeryk, his marriage to Lady Sabiana has become a point of contention in his leadership. The Cockatrice Clan are not foolhardy, but, they want to know that he isn't just feeding out of her hand. There is pressure for the Cockatrice to fetch the Clan Leader at any cost.

Prince Banian Elianik tries to sell to the people that he was a man of the Cockatrice and an IstaNydiam lord all along. Unfortunately, he seems to have fought pretty hard in the eyes of the Cockatrice people to be both a prince and an Elianik. More so, there are some people who believe he might have been in bed with Zaridos, considering, so shortly after being named Deputy Viceroy his title was returned. To make matters worse, Princess Thaddia is still a princess and an Elianik. It can't look more like Banian is desperate to save his skin. More so, the Cockatrice Clan don't think it is any great sacrifice or feat to judge your own name change when mobs are on your tail.

The rioters are really pissed at Banian. They are really mad. They go for the gates, and although they are good gates, they bust through them. It takes them a couple minutes but in a moment they are in the courtyard and heading towards the door. From a window, the servants and children press their faces up the the whirled glass to see blobs with torches coming their way.

There is something about Banian Elianik. He has something that many people don't have... Nydiam's charm. For, even as the mob is coming to burn his house down, he flings open the door like the idiot he is and gives them a smile. He opens up the door, offers to lend a hand, one thing leads to another and they're all drinking whiskey on the front lawn. Remember when your father wanted to murder babies? Hahaha, oh those were good times. How he turned this around, nobody knows. (OOC: That little brat is so lucky on his rolls. So very very lucky as I was going to burn his house down.)

The Cockatrice have historically been a clan with more upper middle class than nobles. The Didoron Family once had a very high point in their time where they were extremely active in the clan. The Elianik situation has only served to highlight the bickering and sometimes deadly past of the family. More so, it's been years since the Didorons have done anything for the clan that others could not do themselves. Lord Razesh has not been seen in quite some time along with many of the nobility within the Cockatrice Clan. They've just been so much a non-entity that they clan doesn't seem to need them any longer.

On top of this, with Lord Battimus marrying out of the clan, the IstaBarun family has become negligible. The people wonder why they cling to the family at all. The IstaBaruns have been in nearly every clan; trouble follows them. And, let's be honest, have you seen Banian sitting on his front lawn drinking with the mob? There's a lot of trouble for the Cockatrice to have right now.

It becomes apparent, then, in the Cockatrice Clan that the time for a commoner hero to rise is ready for the taking. The clan is mainly, already, very upper middle class. It is a matter of time before someone elevates themselves.

A second mob has appeared in front of the Didoron mansion. They want the Didorons to do more things for them, elevate them for a change, and make them feel special. They are giving the family some time to organize this before their patience wears off. Really, the Cockatrice are a kind of traditionally patient people, so, the fact that they are impatient suggests now is the time to make good plans.

Those in Sarkaran under Gold Dragon rule, those that were Cockatrice before. They are starting to get restless. In the past, the momentum for this sort of movement has been lighter. And even today, it seems quiet and stealthy. Were a Gold Dragon try to locate it and pin it down and stop it, he would not be able to do it. But, there is a feeling that things are changing.

A patrol of three soldiers is attacked from above with arrows. Before now, there's not been any resistance and so, perhaps, they have grown too complacent. They have expected the Red Dragons to do what they are told. There is not even time to see who has done it before there soldiers are dead with arrows to the chest. (OOC: If you want to lead a Cockatrice Red Dragon movement. Please @request - you don't need to tell anybody but staff.)

In the night, someone has planted the Cockatrice banner on the festival grounds. It waves in the wind, a solemn reminder of the old days. The new Red Dragon movement is silent and stealthy. It is, what one might expect, from the clan with more internal secret complicated conspiracies than any other. All that practice, it has amounted to something.

The Ticanee Clan might have the most unique viewpoint in the entire debacle. As the smallest clan, they are also perceived as foreigners even to this day. The Shamibelians nearly wiped them out, and now, the Elianik elders have paved the way for their sons and grandsons to open the door the Shamibelian invaders. The theme of the Ticanee Clan has always been survival. Now, it was never so apparent that their lives are in so much danger. In many ways, their insular structure has allowed for them to remain strong and as one. On the other hand, it now means that the Ticanee will need to work harder than ever to be heard and to not be a footpath on the way to complete lawlessness.

While they might feel like a handful wielding spears hanging out in the district, they're a feisty handful and there always seems to be more of them than anyone can see. The chaos is apparent even in this small clan when grumblings of going back to separate tribes is heard in these various groups. This isn't necessarily the best tactic, but, the driving factor here is fear. The Ticanee are strong people, but, without a Republic they are approximately 40,000 strong. Any attacker, be it Firan or Shamibelian, could put an end to years of recovery. The Ticanee need the Firans. And as much as they like to insult them in Ticanee where they can't understand, the truth is the Ticanee need unity. They need unity more than anyone else needs it. And so, by circumstance, they are some of the biggest proponents.

Dame Sarina Whitefeather is named the High General for the Ticanee Clan. The Ticanee seem prepared to fight for their survival and at a large cost. They have traversed so many hurdles including slavery and genocide at the hands of the Shamibelians. There is immediate pressure for Sarina to make a plan of protection with a mind to defend the Ticanee and their culture at all costs. The Ticanee have always tried to keep it simple and now they simply are not going to down easy. They are desperate to be prepared for the chaos and violence that this blow to unity has brought to them.

Nobility for the Ticanee Clan is much more of a Firan ideal than it is Ticanee. They are a clan used to a more tribal sort of setup where knowledge, experience, and age are the most important parts of their tradition. The Dawn family of the past has been something of a boon due to their activities in the military. In recent times, however, their military pursuits have been less apparent. Their activities are not so much different than any other brave Ticanee. There is pressure to remember the old ways where the village elders were respected for their great achievements and not because they were bestowed with a title. They want to herald in a new age of their tribal leaders in the Oshtas, the shaman, the instructors, and the hunter warriors. After all, nobility is more a Firan function than a Ticanee function. In the opinion of the Ticanee, look what the Firan way got them! The new generation of the Ticanee have a bit of a bug and want to learn about the old ways.

A group of Ticanee have setup in front of the Oshta mansion. Even if they wanted to amass, more than that, they don't have enough people for much more of a mob. They want to hold a Ticanee campfire talk. The Firans imagine that this involves holding a stick that proclaims you are the person who gets to talk. (And likely, it's not far from the truth).

Many a Ticanee, especially older Ticanee, remember when they talked out of turn in the days of the campfire chats. The person holding the stick was permitted to beat you with it. Life for them, it seems so simple.

Many remember the Eagle Clan's earlier struggle for a democratic identity. The ideal wavered in the air and then fluttered away. However, the democratic idea has always been close to the Eagle heart. With the fall of the Republic, it becomes clear to the Eagles that the times have changed. Where once, the Elianik-led Republic squashed them and sought to go to war to stop their idea. Now, the Republic doesn't have a foot to stand on. After all, Prince Zaridos made it clear that when an idea is offensive you must cut it off quick with a sword or a spear. As such, the Eagle Clan has cut deep into the idea that was rule by nobility.

It is no longer a question of whether the Eagle Clan is democratic, but, who their leader or leaders will be. Democracy is not an ideal that can be demolished with threats of ousting. There is no Republic to oust the clan from. They start, polite, however. As with all things and the beginning of complete self-rule, some Eagles feel as though all nobility should surrender their title and join the common man. Other Eagles, they feel that feeling noble is a choice. Some of them, take on the title of Lord or Lady to test the borders of the new democracy.

Nestra speeches the ring of democracy. It's almost too late. The moment Zaridos fell, probably when they did not even realize it, the Eagle clan had already felt it, considered it, and embraced it. Had she not disappeared into anonymity, she might have been the natural leader. However, her disappearance from the spotlight has weakened her bid for leadership. This has left the democrats with a bit of a vacuum. It is difficult to see who might come to the forefront and who is willing to take a stand for the hallowed chance to represent the Eagle people at the council table that once belonged to the Republic.

At the end of the day, Nestra is just not able to drum up the support she needs to start. Anybody who wants to rise to the challenge, they will need to develop a solid platform for the Eagles to consider. The Eagle Clan wants a system by which any man under a vote can rule. Other than this, the how's and why's are still out there to be debated and for someone to step forward and bring themselves the acclaim.

The Eagles have appointed the honorable judge Zellonos as the Chief Judge of the clan. So far, they have not seen any large judgment from him, but, they also understand that the momentum is picking up. They are eager to see how he will handle important cases that are sure to be coming. After all, the clan will have to come to agreements about laws and it will be this man who is to oversee the interpretation. It is an important and vital job. While a Chief Judge may not immediately make history on clan policy, certainly, the future holds many opportunities.

Magistrate Tamia Rissik had been appointed to keep order in the Eagle District. At first, it seemed a simple job to gather the Eagles who were prepared to guard the district and keep the peace. And, for quite some time, a matter of peace was kept. However, the peace was shattered by the mob that entered the district and overtook them. The Magistrate was right there defending valiantly alongside the clan guards and nobody believes that any more could have been done that day. At this point, though, the Eagles are demanding to know what will be done to protect them all in the future. The Gold Dragons are not so very far away now that they have the Republic palace. They could be back and this time they could have an army that could wipe the Eagle District from the map. The people want to know that their elected official can maintain their safety. One thing is clear, the new Magistrate is going to need to have a plan.

General Sharin Rissik is now the head of the Eagle military. The Eagle people are in desperate need of a hand that can get everything under control and quick. Things are going to have to get orderly and fast. There is a hope that he will be a good mix of Garen's gentle nature and the rumors about the man in which he was a daredevil hero. As such, the bar is also raised very high. The Eagle clan military needs to get itself sorted, just in case. They must be show that a democratic people can organize themselves as easily as anyone else might. They also must prepare for dangers around the corner including Gold Dragons, Hydrans, and wandering looters without any regard to any of the clans.

The state of eagle nobility is that the majority of Eagles no longer recognize a noble class. Many of them have dropped the titles all together, instead, they are referring to people by their occupational titles such as Sentry or Priest or Judge. The one title that the Eagle Clan has seem to clung to is that of Sharanir. To the common man, it has always been a sign of merit rather than a sign of birthright. As such, they still use the honor even if the meaning has changed in this new era.

A very small group of royalists in the Eagle Clan still cling to the roles of Clan Leaders as well as Lords and Ladies. For the rest of the Eagles, the Iberik and Tanelish family are the exact same as any other man with all the same rights and privileges. If it is one thing that Zaridos taught the Eagle Clan, it is that blood apparently means very little if an Elianik can slay another. The rights of men, however, those last beyond various wars, beyond the fall of the Republic, beyond the lives of the men and women who see themselves as forging this new government.

Democracy has arrived more quietly than one might have expected it. In the prior days of democracy, it was easily squashed due to fear and the power of the other clans. Now, so many other clan commoners have found their voices that it is not nearly as easy to combat as it once was. It is not an ideal that can be stared down, nor one that can be put down simply by disallowing a clan from a Republic that doesn't exist. The time was just right and the idea has, for the first time, become feasible. There is no question that the Eagles are democrats and they are ready to decide how to rule. (OOC: We will be looking for the players who want to be leaders. There is no certainty what type of government the Eagles will ultimately have, but, the NPCs are democrats. The IC reality is there is no way to alter this course any longer. The world has changed. If you are interested in being a leader or part of leaders who determines the new order of things, please @request. This request will be separate from a Resolution Day request.)

The Chimera Clan has spent the days after the death of Argin with a heavy heart. Elianos founded their clan and they were responsible for the origins of many of the Princes and Princesses. As such, the clan has wandered around with a disillusioned spirit. Certainly, various clan ministers have tried to soothe them, but ultimately, they seem unsure of what to think and where to go from here.

The feelings has generated a really interesting personality for the clan. For one, they haven't had nobility besides a clan leader for so long that they figure, hell, they might as well not worry about it. For many, Torianos has become just a figurehead who cuts ribbons for celebrations and who has a birthday party every year. They feel like the clan has run in a most self-sufficient fashion that there's little need to change it.

For others, the Chimera Clan has taken a cowboy approach to their future. They feel like they are a clan of self-made men. What they need is to be generally left alone, have their property, defend it well, go to the tavern once in a while for a drink, and give a nod to the "sheriff" on the way to temple.

Still more extreme, some Chimerans have stopped affiliating themselves with a clan after all. Instead, they have developed the philosophical idea that everyone is 'Firan' and as such they don't need some overlying law as much as they just need to be good to each other and explore useful professions. Likely, much of this is due to the disillusionment, but, it is unique to the Chimera Clan.

Torianos announces that he agrees with Lord Jalil and Rislan on the state of the Republic and Prince Zaridos. The agreement is lost to the accusation that Drik's hand is involved. It's a dire accusation, but, not one that seems to be accepted easily at first. After all, wasn't it a grandson of Zin and a grandson of Elik that caused this mess? That Drik has done more than man is a hard pill for the Firans to swallow at this point when so many important faces sat there and allowed this to happen. The clan is tired of excuses. Tired of reasons why things could not be better. Tired of unity being the reason that all this was allowed to take place. They genuinely want order and teamwork with other clans in the future, just not, the order of the past.

The Chimera Clan does have some sense. They do see where angry unchecked can go so wrong, but, they are equally as angry that they are being told they should not be so angry as to express themselves. They want Torianos to see the shreds that the Elianiks have left them in. They are no longer the clan of royals, instead, they are the clan who helped produce this mockery. The kind of pain they feel can't be demolished by accusations that Drik put this into their heart. No, the Elianiks put this on the clan. They made them ugly and scarred.

While Torianos speech might have tempered them a little, they are not so stayed that they too don't just burst down into the front of the compound. The Chimera mob breaks down the gate in time. They flood the courtyard, just outside the throne room. There, the chaos starts.

The mob comes in and dumps all the sand in the front of the Chimera Compound into the water that was there to fight fires. For some reason, there is a pantry in the front yard. It's pushed over where it crashes to the ground and spills out the contents into the sand and water mess.

A bird cage smashes to the ground. The birds are not hurt but they either fly or hop away into the night, for now. Cluckcluck, the chicken, is on the run. The mob is too busy to stop for that. They begin chipping away at the fountain with shovels. The marble cracks and breaks off.

A random Gold Dragon, Mer Alcestis, who found shelter here from the cold gets bashed with a shovel a few times. He runs off before anything more can be done to him. Water spills out of the fountain and onto the ground.

Mer Ronti Garkansen was also in the courtyard when the mob entered. He tries to defend the property here, but, the mob turns on him. He takes a few beatings and fights back bravely. All he can do is make a break for the compound. He does, in fact, make it. However, he will nurse some bruises for it.

The Chimera Clan leader also tries to pin the situation solely on Zaridos. The truth is it's too late to try to raise this as solely Zaridos' fault. Some of Torianos's recent judgments have felt like continuations of the noble right to rule and protections simply for himself. But in truth, the people are more horrified and scared by the behavior of those that insisted their blood line gave them the right to rule. The disillusionment of the Chimera people cannot be combatted with simple blame-changes. The truth is, the years and years have led up to this. The days the Clan Council just would not or could not let go of a Viceroy or would not pick a Ranivor. Somehow, it feels like this had been brewing under the surface for so long.

Karish Harror is given the position of General of the Chimera army. The people approve of the choices. He has been both active and daring in the past, though some of his actions, belie inexperience at times. The truth is, the Chimera Army sees itself more as some sort of militia. They are formed up together for the good of all and to protect the good of all. They don't want to go around messing in everyone's lives. They want to keep safety and keep it well. The Chimera army of today is looking for a no fuss, straight shooting kind of leadership. The citizens are willing to give General Karish the chance to prove it.

At the end of the day, there is very little Chimera nobility to worry about. Really, after all this time, they don't see much of a need for it. Also, from what they can tell, they all seem to stab each other with spears and little regard. So, they're just fine the way they are. Thanks and all, but, the other clans can keep their nobles.

The Bear Clan, at least at first glance, is doing pretty well at the moment. Viceroy Taleo was integral in running the Republic and many deferred to his decisions for years. As such, he has managed to dodge some of the blame that has been attributed to many others. That said, what blame is attributed, is to the fact that he went on vacation and just sort of let it all fall apart. A small part of the Bear Clan feels like he could have seen it through one way or another. Regardless of that, the Bear Clan has held key positions in the government for years. As such, the Bear Clan citizens feel that they are justified in demanding the same representation now.

Unfortunately, the Bear Clan's position is tainted by rumors that the Clan Leader, Fidelia, helped run to the palace to rescue Elianik children. There are some in the other clans who suggest that the Bear Clan might have been waiting on such a disaster to befall the Republic. More so, they say they might have been helping. After all, they've held key positions a long time. If the Republic fell, they would be in some of the best positioning to be leaders. The Bear Clan defiantly rejects at least part of this idea. They remain unapologetic on the fact that perhaps it's time for a woman and a Bear to lead everything.

For the Bear Clan, the people they are most worried about come from the outside. After all, people easily forget that the Bear clan is growing just as large as the Gold Dragon clan. Sure, they're really polite. But when people think about it, they wonder if that's not a cover for some kind of plan to takeover. Sure, they know how to lift their pinky during tea. It's very disarming. But if they think about it, the Bears take cities too. The other clans start getting a little nervous.

One of the roving bands, they decide to take it upon themselves to express this. Of course, they don't get that far into the Bear District before there's all kinds of bureaucracy to self-expression, namely, guards. So, they take it out on the first thing they can find. Mobs surround The Gentleman's Club. Somewhere, Talikos Teranzik is crying out into the night.

The mob busts down the door and starts burning everything. For a place that is rarely used, there's a lot of neat stuff in there! Sadly, most of it will never see the light of day again. A torch to the many couches in the public lounge starts a really good blaze. At first, the fire is contained inside. Soon, smoke starts billowing out the doors.

By the end of the night, the club is gone. Anything that was there is gone. The entire building collapses in on itself and leaves a pile of rubble. The district is fortunate that it was a mostly empty building. However, the loss of the club does not erase the fact that the Bear Clan is facing fear and accusations from other clans. It will be their hurdle to combat these if they are to see leadership in the future of the Firan people. The Bear Clan has assembled in front of the Ista Aldrik mansion to ask for a clan meeting so they can discuss the future.

Probably, unsurprisingly, the Bear Clan is one of the most happy with its nobility. Even though some of the Teranziks could be more active with the people, Taleo was Viceroy for so long that some thought he might do that until Unot took him back to him. On top of it, the Shadina Family participates in many things and has been a motivated the clan. More than that, the Bear Clan has offered many opportunities for its citizens to shine even if they were not noble. Queen Sabine was always sure to make her opinion known and so the Bear Clan has enjoyed that personality for many years. The citizens are concerned about the future, however. The noble families will need to concern themselves with ensuring that the Bear Clan does not completely lose its hold on the government. They want Fidelia or Sabiana to address the accusations laid against them. As if they needed to conjure up some hair-brained scheme to get Zaridos and Argin to off each other.

The Gold Dragon clan is...well, the Gold Dragon Clan. Since the violence started, they managed to get into the Republic Palace and take it over. They've been holed up there for quite some time. If one could pinpoint the most temperamental clan in this, they are probably it. It doesn't take much to convince a Gold Dragon that it's time to start a fight. This has given them a sufficient amount of ammunition. The clans, by now, they know the Gold Dragons. They understand fully that the Gold Dragons are going to find a fight somewhere. They are sitting on top of land that is surrounded by their farmers and citizens. It's an uncomfortable place to be. In other clans, they just imagine Lord Cortik is smirking at them.

A sentry patrolling the city is the first to call it. Soldiers, in the distance and far away, they have been spotted coming towards Anarinuell.

It soon becomes very clear that it is the Gold Dragon army, approximately 1400 of them, they are marching in from where they were camped near Lurashar. They are dressed from head to toe in Gold Dragon armor. They are a sight to behold. For no matter how you think of the Gold Dragons, nobody forgets how they fight and how they want to win. Especially, they don't forget today.

One hundred and fifty of these troops enters the Gold Dragon District. Fifty of these, they break off to go support the Palace. The rest stand outside. They just stand there for a bit. And then, they setup camp wherever it becomes most feasible on the land of Gold Dragons...the Firgaliks, the nobles, and commoners alike. Of course, Gold Dragons are generally military friendly people. So it becomes a great event with women cooking for the men and men clashing spears by way of greeting.

The Gold Dragon clan's biggest worry right now is that if the soldiers don't get into a war soon...everyone will die. That is an exaggeration, of course, but the truth is they need a fight. And right now, it's not coming right away. The dogs are on the lead, but, only for so long. They're looking for a reason to fight and they will find it. The other clans can only imagine that more soldiers are on the way.

The Gold Dragon nobility is fairly safe. However, it's a false sense of security. They are only safe because the Gold Dragon army thinks that they are about to go attack someone like those annoyingly democratic Eagles, the Griffons, the Cockatrice, the Griffons, anything that moves, or the Griffons. As such, they are content. However, every noble, every one of them should feel a little nervous because if they don't get that fight soon, they sure will go kill the nobles that won't let them fight and raise up someone into power who will.

Did the Gold Dragons mention that they want to crush the Griffon clan? If they didn't, they really mean this. It's a tense moment and the flood gates won't last long. They won't last long at all. The Gold Dragons have been kept from power before. They don't intend to stand aside this time.

The Gold Dragons, if they thought about it, probably realize that Jalil didn't care all that much about Lucretia's son while he was alive. But, now that it can be used as a rallying cry to kill people, they are all for this. Yes, they say, yes Jalil is right! We should be angry and call for justice. That's where you use a sword and kill people and win! It's probably not the rally he meant, but, it's the rally he gets out of his speeches. Rumors are that Prince Rislan is with the Gold Dragons, though, no hide or hair of him as been seen. The citizens of the Gold Dragon clan think if people want to bother with some trial, they can. It'll keep them busy. Busy, so they can win!

The Hydra Clan was one of the first to completely pull its troops from any unifying military. It is a bold move and an expected move. In the past, the Hydra Clan has taken a lot of heat for this sort of thing. At least now, more citizens in more clans understand why someone would make such a statement. The Hydra Clan has a lot of reason to say 'screw you, hippies'. They've taken a lot of flack from other clans for their behavior over the years. But this? This is totally not their fault and nothing they did ever ended the Republic. No, right now, the Hydrans are laughing. On the inside.

The Hydra Clan has also had a system that keeps them relatively equal in recent years and a believe in Zutiv as a very vengeful god that keeps them less restless than some other clans. After all, in the Warrior Lodge, men are judged by action and not class. Women who get plaques for being warrior women are all equal in some way. Modesty is important and flashiness is undignified. That said, the Hydrans should be worried. In their stoicism, the people are concerned. The Eagles, probably in their top ten list, will want to destroy them all. They can't afford to be the factor that brings unity because people want to join in and wipe their monotheistic clan from Aerval once and for all. The judgmental of the judgmental are riding the coat tails of the Gold Dragon clan, for now.

Some of the other clans, point out that Amenik did officiate the fight between Zaridos and Argin. Some of them, they can't help but think that they had just as much a hand in this as the Bear Clan did. These accusations are certain to come up against the Hydra again in the coming days. However, since the clan is much smaller than the Bear and with their eye on the prize a different way, mobs leave them alone for now.

In general, the Hydra Clan is still tolerant of their nobility. That said, the N'Gadanik Family has been lackluster for quite some time and the N'Gato Family has a list of abuses against them that might just fill up a space as big as the giant Statue of Zutiv. The future of this is that they are going to have to clean up their act. It will be far more difficult to judge people as nobles and under the eyes of Zutiv without being judged themselves. They better shape up, or else, the Rock of Redemption is where the Hydra Warriors will take them next. The Hydra Clan is by no means equitable. But, the blindfold has been pulled off a bit. The people are not so sure that Zutiv gives so many allowances for them to get away with it. In fact, if Firistan weren't being hailed for his prophetical speech about the fall of the Elianiks, there might be a few more problems for the nobility in that clan.

By the end of the approximately three week fallout of the Argin and Zaridos duel, there are only an estimated 4,000 troops available that would defend the "Republic". Scholars estimate that is about 19 percent of what was left of the significantly decimated Republic forces left from recovering Ellish.

Out of the 4,000 soldiers left. Aproximately, 78 of these are left of what the people think of as Guards. The state of the entire Palace District and general security has been left to seventy eight men and women. And frankly, the number keeps going down every day as they risk their life to try to restore some semblance of order. It's easy to see the shocking stories of how things have changed in Anarinuell. It's easy to forget that there are some things that remain the same. Despite the odds against them, the seventy eight Republic guard continue to rescue people from mobs where and when they can.

The rest of the old Republic army has focused itself around Ellish and Agadin. Snows are in full swing, so, the Shamibelians are not traveling that much. But, the troops could move from there to Anarinuell if needed. It is a precarious balance and one which might be better served by convincing troops that left to come back rather than trying to pull the remaining forces from the city the Firan's bled for.

General Karish Harror, as he is known in the Chimera army, brings with him a significant history in willingness to do suicidal things to win battles. On one hand, he is viewed as rash and sometimes inexperienced, he is not a hesitant leader. Because of his history and his military achievements, he also brings a backing of 65 additional Chimera soldiers to the Republic loyal army.

Sometimes, the people aren't sure that Lady Commander Cecilia Oshta is not a pirate there to steal their gold just like her father would! That said, all those days of mucking the stables under the eye of Taria must have worked out for her. Due to her work and leadership, she brings an additional 60 Ticanee and loyal troops to the old Republic army which we are going to call Coalition (so that we don't confuse this for a Star Wars game).

Lord (?) Banian Istanydiam (?) just cant get the backing he needs to get his foot in the door at this time. Probably, he should not have spent an entire day drinking on his lawn. It's clear he has other problems and to be significant player in control of the army is going to take some fancy footwork on his part. He cannot drum up a following to even put in a bid.

Lord Centurion Zutrik Junik does not even have a good officers commission under his belt. He does not have a strong history with actually leading any battles and is mainly remembered as a lawyer. This all works against him as he preps to try to take the lead in gathering together the military. People are just not ready to take up under his banner of leadership and he does not get any soldiers in the initial bid for leadership of the Coalition army.

Lord Cortik Junik, well, who could forget him? At some point, he's commanded armies with Tamir sticks and burned his name in grass in Lurashar. Heck, he's probably peed his name in the snow in someone's front lawn just these past three weeks. Beyond the hype, he is known for his tenacious moves. He might not be a replica of Zafir, but, his perceived mad dog style is compelling to many. He brings 45 loyal Gold Dragon troops to the Coalition.

Lady Srenni Ista Zayes has a lot on her plate. It's pretty obvious that it's expected that she will be heavily involved in Griffon Clan matters. These matters include possible rescue of a city. As such, she has trouble getting a more global following for her bid. At the onset, Srenni is unable to convince no Griffons to come with her and back her bid for leadership.

Commander Tagda Leafchaser has been in the Airforce for as long as anyone can remember. However, it's difficult for her to drum up the initial bid for command of the Coalition military. It's quite likely that things have grown more difficult for everyone with Prince Argin dead. The old agreements are gone and the new agreements are forming. Commander Tagda is an excellent pilot, but, she brings no initial support with her.

Lady Proxy Taleena Corinala is the only person who wants to deal with the First Division right now. It's not surprising that nobody wants to deal with all the mobs, but, she does. This is a pretty important revelation. First, it means someone who already has experienced is setup to do the job. Second, the city is in dire need of some sort of order. As such, General Taleena Corinala is recognized by the Republic loyal guards as the leader of the First Division. She brings with her 60 loyal Griffons to help those poor 78 guards. Of course, those Griffons probably just want to keep the city from the Gold Dragons. But, a win is a win! Now, she'll have to work on proving to everyone else that she is in charge. (OOC: Because there is some fluster about this, I chose to send Griffons with Taleena since Ticanee often have difficulty stepping into leadership rolls. By representing the Griffons as well, Taleena better crosses those lines that are often set for Ticanee. That all that means. It'll be okay!)

Dame Captain Sarina Whitefeather has a long history of work in the Temple of Srenna which she has often brought with her to the battlefield. She also has a big lion. She has shown remarkable skill, more so, she brings with her a religious tradition steeped in war. As such, Dame Sarina Whitefeather brings 30 loyal Ticanee to the coalition troops.

Lord Urminius Manosik has not been a key player in many wars. So, his appearance is kind of a surprise on the scene. He's also originally part-Bear which makes it all the more complex. That said, he must be quite a wordsmith because he manages to convince 50 Gold Dragons to show up and be loyal to him. (More so, one imagines that he told them they'd get to kill Griffons somehow).

General Sharin Rissik has garnered a lot of attention recently for his move to the Eagle Clan. Then, he got elected to be General. And now, he wants to lead the unified military as well. It is a bold move from the Eagles, but, this is a time for bold moves. He brings with him 120 loyal Eagles for the military. Oddly enough, it's an overwhelming support from a clan that most of the other clans tried to obliterate for Democracy. Which just proves, though they are democrats, they are just all around good party people. Also Garissa, the giant eagle.

Approximately three weeks later, there are about 140 guards in the city and about 370 more defenders in Anarinuell who were not here before. The people are vastly confused, and they should be, there's lots of attempts for power. Who knows what will happen when they start mixing and matching? Only time will tell.

The Temples have sort of been left behind in this rampant chaos. But, their role is very important. The God Laws are not going to go away just because people want to obliterate each other. They have yet to make a formalized opinion, but, one expects that they will very soon. Of course, the Monotheistic temple is in full swing. Participation at the various polytheistic temples is limited by the ability to travel. However, the end of days behavior has had one of two effects. People either become more faithful, repent and pray more or they lose their faith and become atheists. One thing is clear, to be heard above the noise, the temples are going to have to assert themselves this time around.

Let's be honest, the Old City smells. It's full of people who will mug their grandmother for a steni. It's probably going to sink into the river one day. Nobody wants the Old City. Nobody, really, the Gold Dragons might want it...last...when there's nothing else left. On top of that, it's probably safer than the Palace District. The Palace District is giving the Old City poor street cred. The OCers are out having a blast, but, they could expect refugees that they may not be able to say no to if things get bad.

General Taleena Corinala pays out 300,000 stenis bonuses to those who would come help the guard. She is able to lure thirty five more guards to help in the coming chaos.

People have no idea who to contact to enlist in such a fractured military. And Suphi, she doesn't seem to have anything to do with the actual military. When twenty five people try to swindle her, they go to Suphi Tanelish's house to demand that she give them their stenis. When they get no good response, they set fire to the courtyard of the estate and break all the sculptures and fountain. Each of them yanks out a rose bush and takes it with them as payment.

The little Hydra kid just won't learn. He disguises himself and tries to sneak into the embassy only to be caught, beat up, and thrown out by some OCer who laughs at him. A lot.

There is talk in several clans of gathering up the nobility and making them either renounce their claims to land and wealth and title, or to force them into some kind of concession, like some sort of representative government...like a Senate. (OOC Note: Nobles in every clan, you should think about and be prepared for your clan members to arrest you, de-noble you, execute you, or make demands upon you. No noble should be resting easy. The mob killed Zaridos' children, and now they have tasted royal blood. They might not be willing to challenge sitting clan leaders and their medallions, but nobles are easy targets now if they should become too unpopular with their people.)

Nobles everywhere are reporting that their rents and other sources of land income have disappeared. In some cases, the money is being collected but just not making it to the city. For other nobles, their landlords are absconding with the rents. Other stories of burning fields and even burning buildings surface, and it's clear those properties won't be earning silver for their owners. (OOC: Expect your Land Income mails to be a little different--and not pay anything--until further notice...Land clarification: The land income hold applies to every land owner, not just nobles. Everyone has the same problem: chaos.)

The mobs that still rove the city are looking for Elianiks, but more importantly, more urgently, more violently, they are seeking Lady Cersei, daughter of Zaridos, thought to be the sole survivor of his line. Girls have been killed on the street for looking like her, but they say she's not in the Eagle District. She's in hiding elsewhere, and so the hunt is expanding through the city. The people let it be known that whoever is sheltering her will pay the price.

The Palace District has become a dangerous frenzy, for now. One never knows what may happen there. The lawlessness is so pervasive that a group of people break into the Eagle House in the Palace District (they thought there would be booze in there). Poor Dynn, he's lying in bed when some party goer just crashes a lamp on the floor. He barely has time to get out with a few possessions and his life! (And probably he was still in his pajamas...yikes). It is not the only fire throwing dark smoke into the sky this day.

Later on that day, some monotheistic hooligans come to harass Alessandro, now of the Cockatrice Clan. Of course, many people are still in bed so they rouse the old pilot from his sleep. Of course, this is subject to the twisting of gossips, but, some say he got out his sword and waved it around screaming, "You kids, get off my lawn!". One of them gets a busted skull when he throws a random log at one of them. One of the cheeky teens throws a torch through the window. It burns nearly everything he owns, but, Alessandro does make it out.

Another Cockatrice house has trouble with fire-- but it's a house in the Old City. Oddly calm as it is in relation to the rest of the Republic, fire remains the Old City's fear, its bane. No one is quite sure how it happens. Perhaps a candle is knocked over. Perhaps a restless passerby, enflamed by the mobs, starts some literal flames. But an unused room in the fruit market's old stone house lights up to the panicked barking of dogs and bleating of sheep. It's a narrow thing, but the fire is put out before it spreads too far.

With the market effectively shut down by violent rioters, foodstuffs are increasingly hard to come by-- particularly in light of the stopped production on most of the realm's farms. Black market prices for basic necessities skyrocket in light of the turmoil underway.

It is said that when some good-natured citizens tried to donate money to charity today, which requires depositing money into the bank, that members of the mob standing in the bank nearly beat them to death. They barely escaped with their life, and bear the bruises of what happens when people get too close to the bank at this time. (OOC: The 'donate' command has been turned off presently. Clearly, if there is a mob in the bank you cannot donate your money there to charity.)