Season 6 Setting Updates

## Freeport

*Main article: Freeport*

They bumped me back down...I'm still a Sap. The Falcs are still gone. Everything is still shit. Who knows what the Falcs are doing these days...probably screwing around on their boats, talking about the glory days...whatever. They didn't help. No one did.

I was there when Ersilia changed the rules. One minute, I was watching from the docks as the Cash House celebrated its yearly Bankers' Feast, fireworks turning the seawater gold. The next, something bright and huge fell from the sky. There was...sound, and light, and screams. When it was done, all that was left was splinters. All because Merla tried to shake the AQF down over a devil's food cake.

I was there when Merla crawled out of the water, burned but alive, cursing Ersilia to every hell we know about and a few more besides. There's trouble in this city, and it's only getting worse.

I used to believe Freeport wouldn't stand for this shit. Now I know better. Now I've seen the adventurers betray us for a six-pack of pirate mafia booty shorts. Now I've seen the Alliance crumple like a tissue paper golem. Now the dead walk the streets.

...oh yeah. That's happening too. The Farmers' Guild was too weak to stop her from emptying the cemeteries. Now every group of her street thugs has a zombie or two in it, kept on a tight leash. Anyone she kills, she raises, as a warning to others. It's a damn good recruiting strategy...the AQF hasn't really *lost* a fight in ages. Sure, people don't like rotting corpses meandering up and down the streets, but no one wants to complain...everyone knows what'll happen if you do.

There are new gangs, too. Mostly scrappy little ones... Hard to keep a lid on people when everyone's miserable. Oh, there was always a crime wave, but now it's different, y'know? Now when people threaten to kill you, they *mean* it. It's not the Freeport way. At least back then they'd knife you with a smile. And those brass-wearing fucks...but anyway. I've talked your ear off enough.

...Unless you'll buy an old Sap another round, that is?

## Kairos

*Main article: Kairos*

*Statement from convicted Spellrunner Erin Cloverrun, June 18th, 2379*

I never liked doing this, you know. I know you Inquisitores and Scoli people won't believe me, but it's the truth. Having to dodge and weave through the city that I once thought to be home is a terrible experience. I remember walking through Terminus, marveling at the goods and people that flowed through that place. Now? It's nothing more than a farmers' market. Nothing wrong with that, of course—but when that farmers' market used to be full of people advertising their magical enchantments and arcane knick-knacks, you start to feel a little nostalgic for the past.

You know what I'm talking about, don't you, Mr. Inquisitor? Your helmet may hide your eyes but not what's underneath. You miss it too. We all do. That feeling of not being afraid to step outside. Your armor is the only defense you have right now. Without it, you would just be like the rest of us. Running, hiding, waiting until you eventually get caught and shipped off to the farthest reaches of the Archipelago.

I still don't really know what's going to happen to me after this. Hells, I don't even know if I will make the journey to whatever Debtors' colony you decide to send me. Let me guess: Servanus? Norba? Arbitum? Oh well, doesn't matter. The result will pretty much be the same. Can you do me a favor though? Can one of you freaks just tell me if you found my bag or not? No, it's not dangerous. No, I'm not in communication with anyone. Do you want to know what it is? It was a set of mending clothes, the kind that sews itself together when it gets torn or stretched out. Hopefully, the bag made it to the next Spellrunner, and the next, and finally the Quincee Tavern where it was to be picked up by the mother before being handed off to some scrappy kid in the Free District. It was *clothes,* Inquisitor.

Are you happy that my life is over because I wanted to deliver clothes for a child? I am. I don't regret anything that I did since the Planar Proclamation. I know what I'm doing is right, and that's all that matters.

Now send me back to my cell. Hope you find this so-called statement sufficient for whatever it's for.

## Kanara

*Main article: Kanara*

A letter to the council:

I am sending this letter to address something of interest for the ruling council of Kanara. Ever since our island sank a few years ago, we have been able to hold strong as much as possible, and that much is owed to the strength of our leadership, the mages who were able to repurpose the Palisade to maintain an air bubble and continue to keep it running, and the hardiness of our citizenry in dealing with all of these changes. However, the facade is starting to fade, and something needs to change. They say that the wizard regiment of the Ozymandias Institute is becoming weary from constantly maintaining the barrier from the water to avoid it swallowing us all, and the cracks in our system are starting to show. Not since the Battle from decades ago has the republic been so endangered, and I for one think that some significant changes are needed to get through the tough times ahead. We still don't know what caused this cataclysmic event to occur, and who knows if we ever will, or if there is any connection to New Gork. The guilds in charge of the airship and submarine ports are growing anxious as well, so I trust that we can come to some sort of arrangement soon.

- A Concerned Citizen

## New Gork

*Main article: New Gork*

*An excerpt from a letter sent by Senior Cartographer Golis to his youngest sibling Selam, July 27th, 2375*

...Suffice it to say the establishment of the Navigators' Guild has been something that has taken up the majority of my time, dear sibling, and I apologize for not being able to make it to the birthday celebration for your new kitten. To make up for it, I'll finally tell you a little bit of what I have been up to these past few months.

Assuming you have kept up on the news leaving the city (which, knowing you, I'm sure you have), you likely know about our attempts to maneuver the floating rock using a variety of sails and magical phenomena, all of which have unfortunately proved futile. We've come to realize that we have no hopes of influencing the course of the city, so we have elected to adopt a new strategy. Using various airships and adventuring crews, we have sent expeditions days ahead, scouting and reporting on any strange phenomena they encounter. The information we receive back has been vital to preparing the city to weather any even that we will eventually come across. I was actually on one of the first expeditions we sent out, and I have to be honest, it was one of the most perilous and exhilarating experiences of my life...

...Once again, I would like you to send my apologies to Mother as she still won't answer my Sendings since my return to New Gork. I am perfectly healthy and still sound of mind, despite the multiple concussions and broken bones I sustained during the encounter. If it's of any comfort, I've elected to remain in the office for the foreseeable future and manage expeditions from the safety of my desk. I think I am satisfied with playing the hero once and never doing it again.

This leads me to my final update for this letter. I am no longer a Senior Navigator of the New Gork Navigators' Guild. I am now a Senior *Cartographer* for the New Gork Cartographers' Guild, effective immediately. We are currently in the process of changing our seals and whatnot, but from now on our name has been changed to reflect our new mission: to scout ahead and prepare the city for whatever we may encounter.

I know you and Mother and everyone else pleaded with me not to go to New Gork after its ascension, but after two years I'm proud of what I've done here for the city and the Archipelago as a whole. I hope everyone is too.

If New Gork happens to change course for home, I'll let you know immediately. If not, you'll get my next letter at the usual time. Stay safe.

Your big brother,

Golis