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The Branding
Only the Kingdom of Mangeni resisted integration into the Realms. The result was a campaign of slaughter and terror to subjugate the land; it lasted for two decades before a native Mangeni dwarf noble managed to unify the land and submitted in exchange for certain rights, notably the continuance of the Right of Strength. The name comes from the procedure of branding cattle, and is at once both facetious and irredentist.

Crownfall
The Four Realms were mismanaged in the years leading up to the Crownfall Wars, and eventually the kings found themselves faced with a restive population. In a brutal campaign lasting ten years, the King and all three Archdukes were forced to abdicate or were killed on the battlefield. Attempted intervention by the Empire of Vachen led to further war between it and the newly declared Republic of the Realms.

War of Independence
The Empire of Vachen’s intervention, ostensibly at the behest of the rightful heirs to the crown, lasted five years. It was notable as a struggle both internal and external, as Swynwr, Mangeni, and Tavallinen all sought independence from the central administration of the Republic in Dahlgren. This led to the Peaceable Settlement, an agreement that autonomy would be protected and the Old Right and the Right of Strength allowed to continue. The war ended with the total defeat of Vachen.

War of Rights
In time, opposition in Dahlgren and parts of Tavallinen to the Old Right and the Right of Strength grew. Increased incursions into Tavallinen and Dahlgren for “unprotected” citizens led to a war of laws between the Republic and its constituents, and ultimately Swynwr and Mangeni attempted to regain their independence, aided by a significant portion of Tavallinen. Five years of brutal war followed between the Republicans (the government of the Republic of the Realms) and the Rightists (officially the Federation of Rights, sometimes called the Federals or Federalists). Eventually, the Rightists were broken and annihilated, their ancient Rights abolished, and all the Realms brought under a centralized and bureaucratic administration. An attempted intevention by the Empire of Vachen also failed spectacularly.

The Brushfire
The defeat of Vachen’s intervention meant that the victorious government of the Republic of the Realms was able to annex the Verge, an area they had long desired. Desolate and sparsely populated, the Verge was rich in minerals and other resources but had never been developed by the Empire due to its remoteness and fierce resistence from native inhabitants. After the War of Rights, though, the resources of the Republic were turned to the region and it was flooded with soldiers, refugees and exiles from the defeated armies, and opportunists. This led to a series of small but intense conflicts, some spanning months or years; this 50-year period of violence has entered history books as “the Brushfire.”

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Officially called the Four Realms Under One Crown, the Four Realms consisted of the Kingdom of Swynwr, Kingdom of Mangeni, Kingdom of Dahlgren, and the Kingdom of Tavallinen. The line of Dahlgren kings ruled as the One Crown, but the former rulers of Swynwr, Mangeni, and Tavallinen were allowed to retain their former royal houses as Archdukes. It was a land of many peoples and many tongues, held together only by the strength of the Dahlgren crown and the existence of the Empire of Vachen as a major rival.

Swynwr: The Old Right
The woods of Swynwr were the traditional dwelling-place of many nations of elves, most of whom had practiced subsistence agriculture or hunter-gatherer lifestyles. Though the most powerful groups elected from among their number a Queen Over the Wood, the first centralized administration was brought by Tavallinen when it invaded and conquered the area. The most powerful and most populous of the elven fiefdoms, Brenin, came to rule over the others in the years after the conquest. Though many humans and dwarves settled in Swynwr, it maintained the Old Right: legally, anyone who was not under the protection of an elven fief was subject to capture and the confiscation of their essence. The Old Right allowed the creation of enaid, soul-batteries, that were the center of elvish life; the husks left behind were turned into meirwon, used as thralls in armies and police forces. The One Crown generally turned a blind eye to the Old Right, including its plundering of other lands for candidates, in exchange for meirwon for the royal armies and a supply of enaid for weapons.

Mangeni: The Right of Strength
Mangeni was home to many dwarves, though it was not their homeland. They had arrived as adventurers and fortune-seekers from overseas before establishing themselves as rulers over a land that had once had only a sparse population of humans and elves. Their kingdom grew on its great natural wealth, and established a strong central administration. The dwarves of Mangeni brought from their homeland the concept of hawlcryf, rendered into Dahlgrish as The Right of Strength or the Right of Might. It holds that anyone unable to defend themselves is subject to the full depredations that anyone may wish to heap upon them. This took the form of robbery most often, but increasingly to the confiscation of whole people to work the mines. As with the Old Right, this was overlooked by the Dahlgren court due to the fantastic productivity of the mines. Mangeni was the only one of the realms to resist integration in a fierce campaign still known as The Branding.

Tavallinen: The Right of Unification
Tavallinen itself was a hodgepodge of human, dwarven, and elven petty kingdoms, but they were held in rigid order by the Right Lord of Tavallinen, who later became the Archduke. Prime and productive farming land, Tavallinen was the center of a robust trade with the other realms and had a reputation for producing fierce soldiers. The relationship was such that elves from Swynwr and dwarves from Mangeni were allowed to exercise their Rights upon the land as if it had been their own, though the punishment for doing so in error was very severe, typically death. It was Tavallinen that first subdued the unruly elves of Swynwr, and it was their royal house that, upon the extinction of the male line of Dahlgren, unified the Realms. Fittingly, due to its polyglot nature, the royal house has both dwarven and elvish blood.

Dahlgren: The Right of Rule
Long the most populous and prosperous of the realms, Dahlgren is so ancient that its origins are largely lost. Largely a realm of humans, it nevertheless boasted many regions and languages with long histories of animosity before their unification. The capital lay within its bounds, and its fields and factories were long some of the ablest producers out of any in the land. Dahlgren’s royal house stretched unbroken to the defeat of the Vachen Empire, of which it had once been a vassal. The last King married his daughter to the King of Tavallinen, only to see his sons fall to battle or illness. This led that king to declare the realms unified, though The Branding raged for twenty years before Mangeni was firmly under control. Moving the court to Dahlgren and leaving a cadet branch on the throne of Tavallinen, the king ‘s consolidation of power set the stage for 300 years of union.

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“We’ll need a couple of people,” Hiraul said, adjusting his hat to clip his long, pointed ears to the sides of his head. “A horse thief, for one. Can’t have anyone at the livery seeing us on a poster and putting two and two together.”

“Already done,” said Votal, harrumphing through his beard. “My boy Nvar. Sister’s son. Family. We can trust him, and he’s already stolen enough horses to equip a cavalry division.”

Hiraul arched a delicate eyebrow. “A dwarf horse thief?”

“He’s a quarter human on his father’s side, he can reach the stirrups,” snapped Votal. “Lithe as a willow too.”

“Someone who can deal with explosives next,” Hiraul continued. “Got to stop the train. I think I know someone. Neridi. She was in artillery during the war and her father owes me a favor.”

It was Votal’s turn to scoff. “A woman and an elf?”

“You remember how hard-pressed we were for troops as well as I do,” snapped Hiraul. “And if nothing else, no one will believe her story.”

“All right, all right,” Votal said. “But that’s not all, is it?”

“We need someone on the inside, on the train. A human, or somebody that can pass as one.”

Votal pondered this a moment. “One of Quint’s Raiders? They clipped their own ears after all.”

“The train will have an escort. Military. You’d better believe that they’ll have an etherometer and be checking everyone that boards.”

“So where does that leave us?” said Votal. “My boy Nvar isn’t passing an etherometer. You won’t pass muster on one of those if you’ve got so much as a great-grandparent who isn’t as human as President Graham.”

“I know. It’s a tough proposition…a human working for us when the old war means nobody trusts anybody else. But I think I know just the guy.”

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None of the three men ever discussed what had happened on Finnegan’s Reef after their acquittal, but soon an interesting coincidence came to light.

John Guttner was stabbed in an unprovoked assault two years after his trial, in 1948. The wound was life-threatening, but Guttner survived with the loss of his right arm. In 1949, Arnold Stalknecht was hospitalized with acute symptoms of tuberculosis; he lived, but without his left lung. And in 1950, the third man, Francois Lelande, was struck and killed by a drunk driver at the wheel of a DeSoto.

One might chalk these events up to simple luck save for one thing: all three events happened on October 12–the day that, as best as the investigators could tell, the castaways had perished.

Though some have accused the newspaper coverage of sensationalism, by the time Stalknecht–the last man alive–died in 1960, some terrible occurrence had seemed to visit them every year on that date. If not death, than something which threatened it.

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They call it “casting off.”

In the first few weeks after arriving in the vertical jungle that is the City, people find the constant assault on their senses, all the light and sound, has the effect of making their schedules more nocturnal. Stores are open 24 hours, transportation runs 24 hours, there is nothing that is not open for business and illuminated, if not always totally safe, at any hour of the day.

Many suffer temporary psychoses from this sudden and often intense change to their sleep-wake cycle, and there are sun lamp parlors and sleep clinics galore to help those with the money to demand it. But one thing, strangely never seems to be at issue for these new Citizens.

They never seem to notice that the shift in their waking life has the effect of cutting them off from all they knew before. “Casting off” is a traumatic separation, a birthing, into a new milieu. The City accepts all who seek it, but only if they are willing to pay its price.

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“We are members of the Brotherhood of Magical Workers,” said Tinuviel the halfling, flashing her best smile. “We’ve come to help you in your struggle against injustice.”

“You will forgive Rosa if she doubt your story,” said the goblin leader, resplendent in her heirloom helmet–the very one Derex Freehold had required as proof of her demise. “Rosa does not think any of you are more magical or workers than a turnip.”

“Why’s that?” cried Tinuviel, aghast that her charm had failed to have the desired effect.

“BECAUSE YOU HAVE NO MAGE!” Rosa cried.

Tinuviel looked at her companions, Adenan the halfling and Chanel the elf. “Fair enough.


“If the other heroes are as you say, then prove yourself to the goblins,” said Rosa. “Then, only then, will be trust between us.”

“What do you want us to do? Kill them? Because Aiden Jenison is going to die one way or another for stealing my reward,” said Adenan the halfling darkly.

“Kill them? Without weapons? What would prove? Only that you have thirst for blood,” spat Rosa. “No, get them to admit treachery and will be enough. Or make them break oath to protect us. Either is good. But no killing!”

Adenan’s face fell. “All right.”

“How, exactly, are we supposed to get them to admit they are working for Derex?” cried Chanel. “They’re not the smartest bunch but I don’t think they’re THAT dumb.”

“Here,” said Rosa. “You may take my son, Splix. Is small. Will fit in rucksack and tell Mommy all hears.”

The goblin handed a small green tadpole to Adenan, the party’s designated pack mule. The hobbit recoiled. “What is that?”

“Is my son!” cried Rosa. “Is not yet metamorphosed. Do know nothing of goblins? Keep him wet and safe!”


“Look,” growled Adenan in a fierce tone that belied her tiny, tiny stature. “We made it through Minaka the Conqueror’s whole army without a scratch. Either you give us what we’re owed, and you do it now, or we will beat your sorry asses to a bloody pulp and chuck you all in the river.”

Taken aback, Red the Huntress threw a coin purse at the hobbit’s feet. “All right everyone, let’s roll out!” she cried. “Back to town!”

The other adventurers followed her lead, including the newest member, Skeletonio the skeleton mage late of Minaka’s undead army, who sighed deeply before following.

Aiden Jenison, the group’s leader who had been banished to a corner by Red, clanked after them in his ridiculous armor. “Hey! What did you tell them? Guys! GUYS! Come back! We have them outnumbered! Come on!”

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In the most dismal and squalid of hovels, offal pits, and other noisome locations, even rats may become entangled and perish. But when the fetid prize that they seek is so alluring that rats keep coming, keep dying, something altogether unnatural may occur.

The flesh and spirits of the vermin form a crucible, a psychic energy well that returns to and reanimates the conglomeration. While it has most often taken the form of a group of rats with entangled tails, the foul matter may take any form that it can maintain. With enough deaths, the gestalt creature can gain human or even superhuman levels of intellect and cunning, and command over rats in close proximity.

This has happened only 25 to 50 times in recorded history, but each time has been tremendously dangerous. This is the birthing of a Rattenkönig, a rat king.

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In Washington today, the President signed the Surname Redressment Act into law. Passed by a narrow margin in a Congress controlled by Democrats, the Act establishes official government aid for those whose surnames begin with the last five letters of the English alphabet.

This aid includes monthly Alphabet Aid available to those who qualify in addition to other programs. Federal law will now require universities and colleges to consider an applicant’s last name in their favor if it is at the back of the alphabet, and the act of sorting people or things by their first letter has been officially outlawed.

Critics of the government, however, were quick to condemn the Act as equivalent to the notorious Alphabet Laws of the 1930s. The Laws had officially discrimitated against those with last names beginning with V, W, X, Y, and Z and offered financial incentives to change them. This resulted in an “Alphabetized Generation” of Yaridoviches, Xaviers, and Zarathustras who lost or gave up their original surnames.

The President, in signing the Act into law, stated that “this is about redressing the wrongs of kindergarten lines past and present, and affirming the human dignity of those who have suffered alphabetical discrimination in their lives.”

Proponents of the Act cite studies claiming long-term psychological and socal damage to children forced to the back of alphabetized lines. In their hurry to agree with the President, though, many of his supporting organizations seem to have not fully read the Act. The American Library Association, for instance, issued s press release hailing the decision followed by another calling for rational and civil discourse after it became apparent that the Act rendered every existing library classification system illegal.

At press time, it was unclear whether the law as signed would extend only to birth names or whether it would include name changes due to marriage or other causes. When asked, the President referred the question to his press secretary, who claimed that “top men” were currently working out the finer details of implementation.

The Surname Redressment Act takes effect one week after being signed into law, a period of time that supporters called “more than adequete” for its implementation.

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Utopia Planitia Press had quotas to fill: a new science fiction hardback, produced for the hardcore faithful, dropped every month. The market was incredibly lucrative, since the books were sold for $30 each, but the compressed time frame meant there wasn’t the luxury of hand-painted cover illustrations.

Enter Dean Crighton and his copy of Poser 3D.

“What’s that?” he said. “A legion of space women in bikinis attacking a Nazi tank operated by a tyrannosaurus? I’ll have to make some unique assets for that, so it’ll be ready by 5.”

Putting down the phone, Dean looked at his blank sub-Pixar 3D workspace and sighed. “I hate my job,” he said with a mournful sidelong glance at his art school diploma on a dusty shelf.

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“It’s a Mackensen-class battlecruiser,” said Curnow with a low whistle. “Old as hell but still pretty potent.”

“Obsolete,” said Dr. Strasser. “Sublight missiles and munitions are worthless in the face of modern naval technology.”

“Then why didn’t the Navy blow this thing to hell during the war?” Myassa said.

“Political concerns,” said Strasser with a note of contempt in his voice. “They did not have the stomach for blood and there is no guarantee even against a battlecruiser as obsolete as this that pictures of maimed ensigns won’t be all over the news.”

Curnow’s nav console blinked and squeaked. “We are being targeted,” said Taos. “5 kiloton fission warheads and 105mm mass drivers. The Fancy Rat was painted with their search-and-destroy sensors as soon as it entered the system.”

“Why am I only hearing about this now?” Jai cried.

“Apologies, captain,” said Taos in his even tone. “Our sensors are not designed for combat.”

Jai felt sweat prickle beneath his collar. “Are…are they going to fire on us?”

“Yes, brilliant deduction,” Myassa said. “They hired us to deliver cargo and passengers only to blast us out of the sky just for kicks.”

“Incoming transmission, captain,” said Taos. “I shall rely it.”

Speakers crackled and a grainy but strident voice emerged: “Attention unidentified vessel: This is the UNS Lutzow. Present your credentials and prepare for inspection and boarding. Failure to comply will result in your immediate and unconditional destruction.”

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