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London Legacies Gazette
Issue 12

Zarad & Vultee, Editors at Large
Nisha Rayna, Owner
Cleyandra Ryan, News Consultant
Lady Sia McDonnell, Contributor
Valentina Espinoza, Contributor
Father Monoceros, Spiritual Contributor

FROM THE ASHES
Too long the bright star of the media has lain stagnant among the ashes of the London Legacies Gazette while news runs rampant atop its shriveled corpse. It was high time for a ressurrection. Truth needed rounding up like a wild horse and trained to trot again. While wild stallions (unbridled truth, we mean) may seem beautiful creatures, free and natural, it is the mind of the editors that a harnessing of such raw information would be helpful to all of us here. We each maintain our own limited spheres of influence and understanding, yes? With London’s Legacy, however, all of our thoughts might be drawn together and connected to form a coherent picture of this dynamic, evolving beast of an Isle.

-Your Friendly Editorial Duoship

DASTARDLY DUO LOOSE IN THE CITY
Written By Lord Rowan Vultee, Co-Editor & Magistrate

Late on Thursday, February 25, not one but two suspects were arrested and detained by Constable Shay and held in the Police Station’s cells, behind bars while they awaited their turn for a trial. One, a dark skinned man with lengthy white hair, considered armed and dangerous, known to others as Dante Night. The other accused, a woman; tanned complexion, dark hair, answers to the name Akasha Cross.
Constanble Shay came upon the scene only having recently gotten on duty, rushing to the scene of the incident to try and get the man to lay down arms and stop all threats to other citizens present in an attempt to take him peacefully and quietly without anyone having to be hurt or injured. “I followed him to were you came and finally got within ear shot to tell him to stop… and we proceeded to have a heated exchange until more help arrived.” she stated when questioned afterwards.
Kayden Flux, local doctor and employee of Legacies Memorial Hospital was noted as the one who sent for help and backup. Kayden is reported as having just recently left the hospital yesterday eve, accompanied by Cross, then noticing the confrontation happening to the East past the Ten Bells Pub. “Later that evening at the hospital she alone came to me again to pester me with questions but I was not afraid as it was only her and not that monster, apparently at the time constable Shay was trying to detain him, I followed her out of the hospital and saw this with my own eyes, running back to get help and sending for you sir, as I saw your presence just across the way at the Ten Bells” she is quoted as saying. Flux sent a Miss Tammy Murfin on her way to notify me that more assistance might be needed.
Arriving at the scene, it was not long until heated and hateful words were exchanged by Night, who quickly jumped and initiated combat, putting an end to all other attemps at peaceful reasoning and compromise, when Shay attempted to put him in cuffs. “Try to catch me if you can, but make the first move cus I am in no good mood…. and if attacked I will attack you all reguardless of the number disadvatage. I do not fear death for ill just posses another body if this shell dies….that will give you a hint of what i am and what i am not…now one last time leave me be or face me.”
His defeat and detainment came soon afterwards, as Constanble Shay, Chief of Staff, Dr. Zee Vultee, and myself escorted him to his cell, quickly followed by Cross. After subduing him and making sure he would not be able to escape, Cross, who claimed that Night was her protector, attempted to attack and knock the three unsuspecting people out in a foolish attempt to free her ‘protector’. Reports from others claim that Cross is Night’s ‘mistress’. Details are still being investigated as to the relationship between the two.
Quickly arrested, cuffed, and put in a seperate cell, the two of them were detained for the night where a fair and proper trial was quickly scheduled to be held Today, save for the fact that the two somehow managed to disappear out of their cells leaving no trace of evidence as to how.
This report is to notify and keep posted the other citizens of London Legacies updated and on the lookout for the two aforementioned wanted criminals on accounts of assault, battery, resisting arresting, attacking Government Officials, attempted murder, and breaking out of jail. If any new information or help is to be offered, please send all information to Lord Rowan Vultee, as soon as possible. Please keep your eyes peeled and on the look out for Dante Night and Akasha Cross, they are expected to be armed, dangerous, and will not hesitate to attack. It is highly advised that if seen or encountered to stay out of their way and notify the police as quickly as possible.

Be safe and stay out of the shadows.

IMMORTALITY OF THE ARTS
By Lady Sia McDonnel, contributor

Within this city we have a touchstone that everyone should learn to appreciate.  The Royal Albert Hall was intended as an exhibition hall to engage the populous with everything from the Arts to Manufactured Good, and included Science conferences and demonstrations.  The human, Prince Albert, had begun the endeavor but the project was almost halted from his premature death from illness.
It was pursued in his honor by one Henry Cole, a collaborator of the Prince’s for the Great Exhibition.  He was inspired by the concepts and design of roman amphitheaters in the south of france and the royal engineers, Capt. Francis Fowke and Lt. Col Henry Darracott Scott did detailed design work and built and completed the structure.  Preliminary work was started in April 1867 and was finally completed and opened by the human Queen Victoria on March 29th, 1871.  Evidently she was quite overcome with emotion so that her eldest son spoke in her place.  The hall itself was electrified in 1888 to eliminate the fire hazard it would often present.
Unfortunately the Hall is not as busy a locale as it once was, hosting only a Masque in recent months.   It is currently managed by Mr. Kitten Serpente; the entrepreneur who has so successfully managed the Dark Coast Inn and the excellent Prim Rose Tea Room.  Together with Lady Sia McDonnell, the two have formed the Kensington Art League and are actively seeking out individuals that are interested in exhibiting any such demonstrations or performances.  The Arts, Sciences, and Technologies are all encouraged.  The Art League will help out any who would wish to present, and is open to membership from all residents of the city. The Royal Albert Hall is also available for rental.

CORPUS CHARRUS
By Pip Zarad, co-editor

I believe it was my first visit back to our fair city (I use the term lightly, of course) when I heard the resounding, somewhat obnoxious and monotonously repeated cries that the Dark Lord was dead. This was called out in shrill tones by a winged harpy, from the sound of her, during our entired journey to the water’s edge. There around a dozen denizens and myself witnessed the great shock of … a charred black corpse. Oh, and it was wearing … a bracelet! Imagine that. A stylish corpse. But cheap as well, for the device crumbled away as soon as it was removed. Then the most miraculous thing of all occured. The nameless, barely anything left remains became revitalized in the eyes of the masses as the dark lord himself. The reasoning, of course, being that he has not been seen at home lately and the harpy woman, playing the Goldilocks role, sat in his God-forsaken chair. Well, we all know how THAT story turned out …
The vote is out on the who, what, why, where, and who cares. Dr. Zee Vultee seems to be of the opinion, after the autopsy, that much more evidence would be required before she could say conclusively who was found, other than the fact that it was a male. She states: “The body was in such a bad state of decay; mainly from being in water which speeds up the time of decomposition. I was unable to find out much of anything anatomically.”  On the other brittle lifeless hand, there are those who seem utterly convenced that this is indeed the big man himself. These would emplore us to hold daily parties in the streets. Other more subtle responses, such as that of Leigh Huet state cryptically “my eyes tell me the husk that was found was my Dark Lord and I know he is not dead.” She was quite confident in this statement, giving evidence of the Vendae bracelet. She then gave way slightly to say that she still had questions of her own on which she was working. Obviously greatand powerful questions that could not be discussed with the likes of me.
Therefore, in conclusion, I respectfully and indeed eagerly gather, that if I ever plan a vacation, I should not be surprised to find my name on a tombstone in some graveyard upon my return. And indeed, as most likely our most aucpicious and dastardly dark lord will find, two camps will have formed: those who warily hide from the chaos caused by his lessened presence, and those who rejoice in the seeming peace and dance on his grave. I, for one, do not intend on being found soft shoeing on some corpus charrus. In the final words of this article, however, I wish to illuminate some of Dr. Vultee’s words to me on the matter lest we forget a very important aspect of this case. She stated simply “…whoever he was I am saddened that he had lost his life.”

THE MEANING OF SPIRITUAL LIFE
Father Monoceros, Columnist

My aim for this column is to present a wide variety of examples, resources, and techniques about spirituality for you, the reader.
I do have my own beliefs and my own versions of the truth but will try as much as possible to leave these beliefs at the door so to speak. Perhaps some of my articles will help you gain new insight into your own spiritual life. Maybe you’ll realize that certain concepts definitely don’t fit into your views. Possibly, you’ll find a new avenue of exploration into your own life quest. Hopefully, reading this article will be a start, a single step, on your journey towards a spiritual life. I do have my own beliefs and my own versions of the truth but will try as much as possible to leave these beliefs at the door so to speak.
Is a spiritual  life being devoted to a God or binding yourself to a faith? Does a spiritual life involve becoming a missionary and delivering the ultimate truth to the fallen? Perhaps a spiritual life means that you must memorize every word of the Bible  or some other sacred text. Maybe you will be living a spiritual life simply if you attend church or temple on a regular basis.
While having a spiritual life may include some of the above actions, these statements do not necessarily define a spiritual life. For some individuals, binding themselves to a faith or dedicating their life to service may bring forth a profound feeling of belonging. For others, however, such actions might inhibit the individual’s ability to feel like a spiritual being. Simply put, no action is right if it produces the wrong reaction.
With that said, let’s go back to the original question. What is a Spiritual Life? A spiritual life is a lifestyle and daily routine that creates and reaffirms the feeling of a personal connection and a particular purpose in this universe. In other words, you are living a spiritual life when you realize the interconnections of this world, understand your place within those mechanisms, you determine the overall purpose of your being within these circumstances, and you strive towards achieving that aim.
This is no small task and is not exactly an undertaking that can be done overnight. A spiritual life is a very personal and individualized concept. The exact definition of your version of such will be unique to you. What works for you might not be beneficial to another individual. What resonates with you as true and leaves you feeling like you belong and that you understand your place in the world may leave someone else feeling lost and confused. Therefore, creating a spiritual life is not something you can attain simply by following steps one through nine or by parroting the words of another individual.
How do you find out what a spiritual life will look like for you? The good news is that you’ve already started. You are reading this column. Though I don’t and would never pretend to be some sort of spiritual life guru with all of the answers, I have done a good deal of spiritual searching in my lifetime. I have tried and continue to learn new ways of understanding the world, new interpretations of life purpose, and different explanations about interconnections of life. I am awed and fascinated by the shear number of possibilities and the very different ways that individuals can create content connected lives.

Always at your service,
Father Monoceros

MY ENCOUNTER WITH A WEREWOLF
Valentina Espinoza, Contributor

Hearing many rumors of this werewolf terrorizing the streets, i decided it was my duty to the city to look into it. I had grand ideas of stalking the streets, finding clues, and to the praise of the local authorities, lead them to said beast. Well, much to my chagrin as you can imagine … he found me …
Its was late into the night and I was playing on the pianoforte in the local theater. I often love to go to that quiet, expansive place to clear my thoughts. Quite distracted as i was, playing a tune my mother taught me long ago, the hairs on the back of my neck began to tingle, the sound of a low growl entering the room. The beast itself!
His eyes glowed a bright golden hue, fangs long and stained, dripping with drool. I felt as though my heart would beat right from my very chest! Surely i was his next meal! I had never seen one so big before, ladies and gents. Its coat was long and silver, and claws sharp as daggers. He came for me in a rush. I tried to scream! I tried to run, but i was paralized with his icy stare, and ferocious roar! He loomed over me, i shrank away, and just as the claws encircled my arms to pull me in for a midnight snack, all turned black … I assure you, ladies and gents, if you had been in my boots, you would have fainted away as well … i am a lady after all …
I awoke this very evening in the catacombs of dark dank musty sewers, alone, i relate to you with thankfulness. The beast must have been out hunting. Luckly i was for the most part unhurt and untouched, and able to escape. It took me hours to find my way out through mud and rats and deadends, and i assure you my skirts were at least three inches covered in grime before I made it to the surface.
Luckly I am alive. The very first thing i did … after a refreshing bath and a cup of tea, of course, was to make my way to the gazette to tell my tale and warn you all to be cautious. Not all have been as fortunate as I. Indeed, I shudder to think of what may have become of me had I lingered a moment longer in those sewers, or played my music just a hint more forte in the theater!

Faithfully Yours,
Miss Espinoza

CLASSIFIEDS:

Notice: The Center for Occult Research and Education announces it’s openning. It is a guild for mages, for magic workers of all skill levels. It is a safe haven for those with an interest in the occult. It is a place to learn for those with less skill, and a storehouse of knowledge for those with more expertise. They have several very hard to find occult tombs, many recipes for potions, and a whole warehouse of magic scrolls. It is a place of knowlege and learning. A place of study and reflection.

Wanted: writers/reporters for London’s Legacy with minds for solving puzzles, a nose for a good story, and desire for truth. (Specific titles might include, but are not limited to) advice columnist, public affairs and activities, gossip columnist, lead reporter, etc.) Interested parties please contact Pip Zarad or Rowan Vultee.

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