The Feynman Problem-Solving Algorithm:

(1) write down the problem;

(2) think very hard;

(3) write down the answer

By the Order of His Mayor Tempore Garret Brownestone

A meeting of the city council is called

To be held at city hall and to be open to the public

At the time of noon, today

Regarding the heinous murders of beloved Arthur and Celeste Bromirth

The beautiful Celeste, wife of beloved mayor Arthur Bromirth, was murdered yesterday in the market. The city is hereby in an official state of mourning.

Bystanders could only tell that a “cloaked figure” emerged from an alleyway, launched a ball of fire at her and escaped before anyone could act.

Anyone having further information is oblidged by law to contact Kork Tugberth, Captain of the City Watch at watch headquarters.

Felician val’Mehan is to speak in the city of Boskowitz on the eve of the Vernal Equinox. The city is located in Milandir on the border with Coryan, near the Coryani city of Nevanne.

Turmoil grips the lands of Onara. It is the end of an era, and a dawn of a new age. It is an age of struggle against the end of existence; an age which shall witness the rise of history’s greatest champions. Will Arcanis pass into nothingness, or shall her heroes raise her up to new heights? The Elorii look into the divining pools of the Elluwe’ as they roil with blood and know that the end times prophesied so many centuries ago are now upon us. Emerging from their forest sanctuary, they wonder if humanity can indeed weather the Storm of Silence. Each of the Shattered Empires struggles to survive. In the north, the nation of Canceri buckles under the oppressive rule of the Theocracy – most pray for death, and the rest, for deliverance. Enemies gather round the proud nation of Milandir, each one eager to pull down its bright towers and humble its defenders. Fear gnaws at Milandir's people, and they begin to lose hope. To the south, the once mighty Coryani Empire sleeps under an indifferent ruler, while its greatest general bides his time, waiting to seize the throne for his own noble house. The Imperial Court looks on like a flock of carrion crows, ready to pick apart the corpse of the land. The nascent Serpent Empire stirs with renewed vigor, the Serpent Kings no longer content to set his own subjects against one another, and instead looks to the destruction of the children of Althares.