Over recent months the once flourishing Docksides of RhyDin has slipped from growth to desolation. A once bustling hub of activity has for the past two years suffered from harsh economic changes and hardships. The area is faltering as more and more of the local businesses continue to move to the more trendy areas of RhyDin City. Well known establishments that once catered to the wandering souls of the Dockside have fallen into neglect; many have been boarded up and/or abandoned. Even the ladies who once inhabited every corner have left to find greener pastures.
With the rise of popularity directed towards the WestEnd and EastSide it is to be expected that entropy will claim the areas nearly forgotten. Even in our fair city, trends rule over location. But the Dockside holds a dark past, which could be the result of its current desertion today.
It was the Dockside where the serial killer known only as "Jack" was fond of leaving his "remains". Over 12 deaths have been linked to this hard-to-catch murderer. The details of his crimes are unsuitable for public consumption and will be withheld from this report. The killer has never been caught and the memories of his horrific deeds still haunt the populace of Dockside even today.
In RhyDin many strange, unexplained, and eerie events occur on a daily basis. What with the unpredictable shift of the
Nexus, to the magic run amok, encouraging many to overlook anything odd or out of place. However of more notable mention is the current state of the Dockside. A new darkness has befallen the Dockside and the few inhabitants left. (This reporter included.) What is happening on the Dockside, even this RhyDiniate, (born and raised in the lower SouthSide), has never before witnessed.
Unholy screams rent the night air in increments of 10 to 17 minutes all night long, every night. From the ruins of a once popular establishment a blue light cuts the night air, at times pulsing a sick, thick green of color. Upon close investigation of the area nothing can be found with the naked eye, save the rubble of the once popular Inn known as "The Oak and Ash".
Attempts have been made to contact the co-owners of the establishment however, as of this writing; they have not returned our calls.
A spokeswoman for the RPD has this to say on the matter: "There is an obvious danger afoot on the Docksides; people would do best to stay away from the place. It's practically empty anyway and that serial killer is still out there too. My advice? Stay out of the Docksides, go to the WestEnd or EastSide or Old Town, where the rest of the people are."
When pressed to know what is being done about the issue, she replied: "You think we have the manpower to investigate every weird thing that happens in RhyDin?! Lady, get a clue, and get lost!"
Wedding Hater On The Loose
By TERA STARFARE
June 21, 2006
Foamy has been making his presence felt lately with all the wedding preparations that have been going on in the common room of the Red Dragon Inn. Each time this one walks in and overhears someone talking about a wedding they begin their scathing comments and remarks about how much they hate weddings.
Now I will admit that I may have gotten a little heated with Foamy during my own wedding preparations and words and perhaps an empty bottle or two may have been thrown at them by me. However it appears that this wedding hatred they have is not something that can be stopped by normal means.
If you have any suggestions on overcoming this apparently unreasoning and ungovernable hatred Foamy has for weddings please enclose them in a letter to the Editor for next month’s edition of The Oracle. We need to help him!!!!
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Courier for hire, I can take anything anywhere you want it to go.
Contact box in the Red Dragon Inn, room five. Fees negotiable.
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A Return to Rioting?
By PHYSHRA PINK
One day last week (and, no, I can't remember the exact date! It's called a hangover!), sometime between an accosting of this reporter's personage and a where-did-I-leave-my-bra-this-time morning, a replay of the eve's events ran difficultly through my mind as I foraged, bleary-eyed, among strange surroundings for a missing garter.
Having taken a night to pick up on some regional color, this reporter ventured into the main locale for such occurrences, and was royally painted with a splash of current reality. Sitting alone, the better to sample the local flavor, it didn't take long for a counter-agent of the apparent domestic bliss trend setters to make himself known... violently.
Slamming this reporter for keeping to herself, trashing personal effects, and generally instigating -- No, begging for confrontation on the physical level appeared to be the overall theme of the whole encounter. Perhaps harmless enough, then again, perhaps not.
Unrest due to a current state of affairs did appear to be working its way throughout the patrons that night. From a recent brawl's losing deity, recuperating in a corner; to the winner, drinking fish-like
a few feet away trading barbs with a seeming real-life anti-hero -- this reporter's personal bane of the night; to a tech-shrewd dweller of the city blatantly demanding yours truly's private property and flaunting wired up implements of destruction.
Marriages and domestic bliss seem on the upswing, of late. Are injury and mayhem on a decline in our charming province as thought by many? What has happened to the chaos that used to abound, is it gone as rumored? Are riots among the more action-adventure starved of our number on the horizon? Will discord among ones seeking a return to those days of yesterwhen and those with an essentiality for the familiar bring war into our very homes?
Is the recent upraise in gang violence an indication of future atmosphere? Do the re-emergence and increased sightings of hardware and hardwires in traditionally more rustic districts coincide with well-founded rumors of local Mob rings making a black-market killing on same? Could pandemonium and corporate takeovers be far behind? Are these all signs to impending annihilation of society as we know it?
One can always hope...
Gavilean Starfare
Cub Reporter Gives His All For Photo
My enthusiastic but rather naive photography assistant, Eren Page, managed to take this recent photo of Count Talomar Longden satisfying his hunger in the back of a local RhyDin shop. Just before his last breath, Eren told this reporter, "I thought they were kissing. It seems I was…" Funeral services for former Oracle cub reporter, Eren Page, will be held this Friday at 10, at the First Congregational Church of RhyDin. The family requests that donations would be made to the RhyDin Heartburn and Athletes Foot Research Center.
Matt Simon To Be A Pauper?
By TERA STARFARE May 29, 2006
Photo of Gork
It has been reported to me that the law firm of Sorenson, Rumblegutter, and Folkstein have been engaged by Gork to sue Matthew Simon for an unspecified amount of nobles due to the injuries and the pain and mental anguish this dueler received during the challenge match for the Opal Icedancer that Vanion Shadowcast was officiating back on May 25th 2006 when the ring POND was set on fire beneath the ring STYX where the duel was occuring and Gork fell into the fire.
Apparently Gork being burned was not enough for Vanion's devious delight as it has been told to me by one of my sources that this official then magically called forth a shark into ring POND to attack Gork as well.
Obviously Gork is not satisfied with Vanion being put on unpaid leave from the Duel of Fists as enough compensation. I have since seen Gork and am appalled at the damage that was done to his person by what would seem to be an attempt on his life.
