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deathsmajestyA continuing collection of articles from The Hanweir Chronicle, the newspaper devoted to recording the major events of the Town "Province" of Hanweir, over the course of several months.
[Construction of the Hanweir Wall Finished
By Oliver Hayfield, 109th Hunter's Moon, ava. 717
The Hanweir Chronicle is most proud to share the joyous news of the finalization of the structural improvements to Hanweir's wall! The massive additions were product of much diligent work, and our safety will be ensured by its might and stability. Head Councilman Reade praised its height and barricaded doors, claiming no unimpeded trespasser or uninvited geist will be able to enter our fair province-town. There is much reason to praise both this lovely doorless creation and the brave workers who so diligently constructed it.
A celebration is to be held in the town square at sundown tonight, with performances from local musicians and various acts of revelry.
With the construction completed, the Council wanted to assert that no man or woman may exit the town of Hanweir once inside its walls. All trade with the outside may be conducted via the dumbwaiter on the north end of town. Although the Market may be downsized as an unfortunate side effect of the wall, our community will surely be strengthened and more effectively united against the various evils that plague our new and modern world.
May our wall safely guard us from the blood-drenched tyrant Avacyn and her magnificent betrayals.]
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[Turmoil at Town Hall
By Oliver Hayfield, 115th Hunter's Moon, ava. 717
The town hall meeting turned into a brawl this morning, as Councilwoman Blackwell took it upon herself to castigate the rest of the Council for their decision to construct the Hanweir wall.
"We have sealed ourselves in with the devils and demons among us!" Councilwoman Blackwell announced to her peers. "We have no easy access to food, the river, or any sort of trade! You thoughtless idiots have doomed us to an inhumane demise!"
This dissension in the ranks was only met with flat disagreement. The councilwoman proceeded to throw punches at a confused Councilman Reade to her left. Councilman Reade did not attempt to fight, but instead began singing a Gavony lullaby as loudly as he could. Other councilmembers - and soon, all in attendance - joined in. Councilwoman Blackwell stood bloody-knuckled and dumbfounded, grabbing her overcoat and leaving immediately. Still singing, the Council, observant body, and yours truly found ourselves grasping each other, singing our lullaby in sweet comfort.
Councilwoman Blackwell, alarmed with broken concentration, absconded and was reported lowering herself over Hanweir's wall. Left on her front door was this hand-written notice: "Look for me in Nephalia, for I depart you errant fools to serve the righteous and splendid Queen of Vengeance!"]
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118th Hunter's Moon, ava. 717
I write this entry from atop the Hanweir wall. I find it amusing and self-congratulatory that not only did my village secede from Videns Parish and Gavony, but we felt arrogant enough to name our (one-town) province Hanweir. I reside now in Hanweir, within the province of Hanweir. If we used a currency, would it be called the Hanweir? Are our individual streets to be renamed Hanweir? Am I Hanweir??
I have come to love and fear this wall. Councilwoman Blackwell, in her anger, seems to have been a bearer of overwhelming truths. By enclosing ourselves we have ensured that anything sealed with us behind the walls of Hanweir cannot get out. This truth became far too clear last night with the unfortunate discovery that former popular pear farmer, Hadwin Dodd, was a lycanthrope. He was killed last night in front of his own house after a most disturbing public transformation and moonlight hunt. He died only after slaughtering two children in his lupine state.
Perhaps we, the makers of our cage, deserve this. We have sinned, and our punishment is raining in blood from the sky and tearing transformed flesh behind our doors.
I find myself praying to no one in particular. Avacyn and her vultures will certainly not help me. Instead I whisper desperate prayers to the void of the night - to the cold witch-hour when only the moon can hear me. It feels pointless. I'm not sure if the moon can do me much good.
Perhaps all I can do is turn to those around me.
Perhaps the only solution is to join with the rest of the sinners and wayward souls here in this hapless box we made.
Our salvation is not in the skies or in the hymns or in books. It is closeness with our neighbors, embracing each other and embracing our humanity.
As I write with my pen, the truth becomes manifest.
Coming together is the only option.
–O
***
[Decree Passed for Mandatory Communal Meals
By Oliver Hayfield, 122nd Hunter's Moon, ava. 717
The Council of the province-town of Hanweir decrees that all meals must be consumed communally. Bishop Dunlap has generously offered to use his church as venue for thrice-daily meal consumption. All food must be supplied by individuals, and all human residents of Hanweir must be present for each meal. Attendance will be recorded by Bishop Dunlap. Those who fail to be present for all meals will be banished to the outside of village walls.
The fortified village of Hanweir has, for the past month, triumphantly banded in response to the evils of our time. Head Councilman Reade praised the Council's decision to move forward with the decree, citing a desire to welcome his constituents to the fold.
Birth Announcements
Aubrey and Abigail Pietro, born to Catherine and Peter this past waxing crescent
Osten and Timothy Mikus, born to Deborah and Elder this past first quarter.
Karl and Rudy Havisham, born to Edith this past waning gibbous.
Elleanor and Bear Garrensun, born to Gillian last full.]
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[Warning: Image Heavy Post Taken from "The Chronicles of Hanweir" by Alison Luhrs. NFI, NFB. First collection of Hanweir articles found here]
[Construction of the Hanweir Wall Finished
By Oliver Hayfield, 109th Hunter's Moon, ava. 717
The Hanweir Chronicle is most proud to share the joyous news of the finalization of the structural improvements to Hanweir's wall! The massive additions were product of much diligent work, and our safety will be ensured by its might and stability. Head Councilman Reade praised its height and barricaded doors, claiming no unimpeded trespasser or uninvited geist will be able to enter our fair province-town. There is much reason to praise both this lovely doorless creation and the brave workers who so diligently constructed it.
A celebration is to be held in the town square at sundown tonight, with performances from local musicians and various acts of revelry.
With the construction completed, the Council wanted to assert that no man or woman may exit the town of Hanweir once inside its walls. All trade with the outside may be conducted via the dumbwaiter on the north end of town. Although the Market may be downsized as an unfortunate side effect of the wall, our community will surely be strengthened and more effectively united against the various evils that plague our new and modern world.
May our wall safely guard us from the blood-drenched tyrant Avacyn and her magnificent betrayals.]
[Turmoil at Town Hall
By Oliver Hayfield, 115th Hunter's Moon, ava. 717
The town hall meeting turned into a brawl this morning, as Councilwoman Blackwell took it upon herself to castigate the rest of the Council for their decision to construct the Hanweir wall.
"We have sealed ourselves in with the devils and demons among us!" Councilwoman Blackwell announced to her peers. "We have no easy access to food, the river, or any sort of trade! You thoughtless idiots have doomed us to an inhumane demise!"
This dissension in the ranks was only met with flat disagreement. The councilwoman proceeded to throw punches at a confused Councilman Reade to her left. Councilman Reade did not attempt to fight, but instead began singing a Gavony lullaby as loudly as he could. Other councilmembers - and soon, all in attendance - joined in. Councilwoman Blackwell stood bloody-knuckled and dumbfounded, grabbing her overcoat and leaving immediately. Still singing, the Council, observant body, and yours truly found ourselves grasping each other, singing our lullaby in sweet comfort.
Councilwoman Blackwell, alarmed with broken concentration, absconded and was reported lowering herself over Hanweir's wall. Left on her front door was this hand-written notice: "Look for me in Nephalia, for I depart you errant fools to serve the righteous and splendid Queen of Vengeance!"]
118th Hunter's Moon, ava. 717
I write this entry from atop the Hanweir wall. I find it amusing and self-congratulatory that not only did my village secede from Videns Parish and Gavony, but we felt arrogant enough to name our (one-town) province Hanweir. I reside now in Hanweir, within the province of Hanweir. If we used a currency, would it be called the Hanweir? Are our individual streets to be renamed Hanweir? Am I Hanweir??
I have come to love and fear this wall. Councilwoman Blackwell, in her anger, seems to have been a bearer of overwhelming truths. By enclosing ourselves we have ensured that anything sealed with us behind the walls of Hanweir cannot get out. This truth became far too clear last night with the unfortunate discovery that former popular pear farmer, Hadwin Dodd, was a lycanthrope. He was killed last night in front of his own house after a most disturbing public transformation and moonlight hunt. He died only after slaughtering two children in his lupine state.
Perhaps we, the makers of our cage, deserve this. We have sinned, and our punishment is raining in blood from the sky and tearing transformed flesh behind our doors.
I find myself praying to no one in particular. Avacyn and her vultures will certainly not help me. Instead I whisper desperate prayers to the void of the night - to the cold witch-hour when only the moon can hear me. It feels pointless. I'm not sure if the moon can do me much good.
Perhaps all I can do is turn to those around me.
Perhaps the only solution is to join with the rest of the sinners and wayward souls here in this hapless box we made.
Our salvation is not in the skies or in the hymns or in books. It is closeness with our neighbors, embracing each other and embracing our humanity.
As I write with my pen, the truth becomes manifest.
Coming together is the only option.
–O
[Decree Passed for Mandatory Communal Meals
By Oliver Hayfield, 122nd Hunter's Moon, ava. 717
The Council of the province-town of Hanweir decrees that all meals must be consumed communally. Bishop Dunlap has generously offered to use his church as venue for thrice-daily meal consumption. All food must be supplied by individuals, and all human residents of Hanweir must be present for each meal. Attendance will be recorded by Bishop Dunlap. Those who fail to be present for all meals will be banished to the outside of village walls.
The fortified village of Hanweir has, for the past month, triumphantly banded in response to the evils of our time. Head Councilman Reade praised the Council's decision to move forward with the decree, citing a desire to welcome his constituents to the fold.
Birth Announcements
Aubrey and Abigail Pietro, born to Catherine and Peter this past waxing crescent
Osten and Timothy Mikus, born to Deborah and Elder this past first quarter.
Karl and Rudy Havisham, born to Edith this past waning gibbous.
Elleanor and Bear Garrensun, born to Gillian last full.]
[Warning: Image Heavy Post Taken from "The Chronicles of Hanweir" by Alison Luhrs. NFI, NFB. First collection of Hanweir articles found here]
