King Gareth ap Moire’s first council and audience had a shadow cast over it when His Majesty collapsed in the Royal Hall during his opening speech to the assemblage.

Healers rushed to the King’s side and proceeded to examine him. An Icenian healer recognized the symptoms as the early signs of the dreaded disease, The Monarch Malady.

The Monarch Malady somehow came into being when the corrupt Icenian king, Melangar, fell from grace. Since that unfortunate day, the Monarch Malady strangely has infected only members of the Royal Family and not always with each Royal Family. Sometimes the disease skips a generation. The Monarch Malady is a slow, debilitating sickness that slowly withers a person unto death. To this date there is no cure.

As His Majesty lay in the care of the healers swarming about him, all attention was suddenly drawn to the rear of the hall as a woman, seemingly comprised solely of light, appeared. This woman of light did not speak but approached King Gareth.
His Majesty seemed to recognize the being of light as an Etherean, of the mysterious race of benevolent spirits called the Virtuar. King Gareth ordered that everyone give way so that the Etherean might pass.

The Etherean then bent and whispered in the King’s ear. His Majesty then rose on his own, struggling, and shrugged off the help of those closest to him.

King Gareth then announced that the Etherean’s message concerned the Monarch Malady and the Battle Queen of Icenia, Sidraste Deeanan. The Etherean said, just as the land needed the presence of a true ruler such as King Gareth, it also required the Queen counterpart ... and this chosen ruler is none other than one of Icenia’s most powerful and reknown rulers, Queen Sidraste. But the Battle Queen, or “The Lady of Swords” as she is also known, disappeared mysteriously a few thousand years before Icenia’s fall.

Prior to His Majesty falling prey to the Malady, rumor has it that some of the adventurers of Ashbury, most notably the biata Shya Corak of the Ashbury Sage’s Guild, had some knowledge of Queen Sidraste’s state. In fact some say that Shya was overheard saying that she had been in touch with the queen.

King Gareth then announced that Queen Sidraste was trapped in Amora Dun and that she must be freed, to cure the King as well as prevent the weakening of Amora Fortannis — a weakening which had been slowed by the rise of King Gareth to the throne.

Duke Aramis Llyrr was the first in the assemblage to accept the quest and he called upon all those gathered to join as well. A determined chorus of affirmatives met the King’s call for the quest.

Duchess Lilyth Abducted...Again!

As Her Grace made her way to join her husband, Duke Aramis Llyrr, at Castle Cil-Cilurion, her entourage and escort were ambushed.

When Duchess Lilyth failed to appear on Friday of the Royal Gathering, Duke Aramis grew concerned and dispatched some of his troops to investigate. Baron Jonathan Dragonhart, of the Barony of Blythdale, also sent some of his troops to assist.
The early reports came back in confusing detail. Apparently, the Duchess’ carriage was found and there was signs that the escort guards were completely and quickly overwhelmed. There was little sign of a struggle. All resurrected save one, who permanently died.

The name of this brave soldier is being withheld until the family is properly notified.

It wasn’t until Squire Patrick Delair, of the Barony of Nordenn, went on his own to investigate the site of the ambush. Squire Patrick discovered large, monstrous footprints that he surmised as belonging to that of a dragon (Nordenn, of late, has become quite familiar with dragons). It was soon surmised that the dragon was mostly likely Ingregavor of the Blackbourne Compact — Requin’s powerful ally in the eternal struggle between Amora Fortannis and Amora Dun.

Later, intelligence reports from an unknown source confirmed that Duchess Lilyth was in captivity in the Blackbourne Compact.

Bardic College Closes (Temporarily)

Dean Ryerson of the Bardic College announced on the 5th of the Swan that the school would be temporarily closing its doors so faculty can “reassess the school’s goals and direction.”

Some two hundred students were turned out of the College early on the morning of the 6th. Although the students were told that classes would resume within two months, they were warned that major reorganization would take place during the interim, and that some departments might be permanently closed.

The Bardic College, affectionately known as the “City of Gargoyles” to faculty and students because of its massive stone decorations, was opened in 431 under a Royal grant. Designed to be the premiere school for the humanities in Ashbury, the College focused on the teaching of literature, art, and music. The school has produced several generations of talented performers and historians. The high educational and ethical standards of the College make its graduates among the most trusted and capable citizens in the realm.

Recent years have seen drastic changes in the College, as its leaders worked to include new departments and accept more applicants. Yet not everyone in the College is happy with these developments.

One professor told the Times that the school will “offer you a degree in anything so long as you can pay the price — even if we don’t have faculty qualified to teach it. And don’t bother to come to classes — if your family can buy us something flashy, you’ve got carte blanche to sit in your room and drink all day.”

Apparently much of the faculty agrees with him. Recent talks have proposed closing all departments that were not part of the original College, carefully reviewing entrance requirements, and actively searching out the best students from all around the realm instead of just admitting wealthy legacies. Rigorous enforcement of the College’s Code of Conduct is also recommended.

What prompted these drastic moves? Joshua Flashart, a student at the College, told us that there was a “rumor that one of the new departments graduated someone who couldn’t read and write because his dad donated several hundred in gold to the Library. The Regents in the main school — you know, the lit and history people — were none too happy about that, and all chaos broke loose.”

Recent break-ins at the College’s archeological museum has also led to some disagreements over security at the school and the lax reaction that certain administrators have taken over this incident. No arrests have been made yet in these series of thefts. It is rumored, however, that a certain adventuring Professor may be behind the thefts.

No officials from the College were available for comment at this time.

The calm of the King’s recent gathering was broken when two women burst into the main room, pointed at Gilwing the dwarf, and shouted “murderer!”

Rolling his eyes and saying “not again!” Gilwing was accosted by these women who apparently were part of a group of masseuses who had been providing services in the castle.

Baron Jonathan and Squire Talin took charge of the investigation and were led to the room where the woman’s body was found. Not far behind were Zatarina, Cormack, members of the Black Unciorns, and Gilwing (who, still being a suspect at that point, was under the watchful eye of Squire Talin).

Gilwing had been the victim’s last customer and he  stated that he had never been to her room, and that they had met in the King’s hot springs room. “This isn’t my handiwork!” he supposedly said with a grin. “I’m not this sloppy.”

The Baron and Talin searched the woman’s room and discovered her permanently dead body on the bed. In her hand, she clutched a piece of cloth. She apparently had been poisoned because no wounds were found.

After the Baron left, the other adventurers searched the room and it is rumored that Cormack discovered  in the trash can a ripped up piece of paper with a code.

A few days later, a traveling group of merchants came to the castle to offer their wares. Among them was a young alchemist selling her potions. It took a while, but eventually Baron Jonathan noticed that the woman had a shirt with a rip in it that matched perfectly the cloth found in the dead woman’s hand.

She was questioned and arrested but denied knowing anything about why she was being arrested. However, as she was being led away, she said “Look, I know nothing about that murder of that woman in that room!” Sir Du’Gaul pointed out that no one had mentioned anything about a woman or a room, and at that point the murderer admitted she did it to protect Sir Frost.

It was later discovered under questioning that this woman, who refused to divulge her real name, claimed that the person she had murdered was an assassin out to get Sir Frost and Lady Dara that evening. She claimed that she was merely preventing the murder of a noble, and instead of being a murderer should be treated as a hero. She spoke lovingly of Sir Frost and her admiration of him, and claimed that the woman who had been murdered was from the vigilante group known as The White Rose.

Magistrate Eros pointed out that citizens are never allowed to take the law into their own hands and sentenced her to a death. Her body dissipated but did not reappear in the Healer’s Guild.

When notified of this, Sir Frost scoffed at the lame assassination attempt and said he wasn’t scared of the White Rose. His wife Lady Dara was overheard to say that the lovestruck victim was lucky she didn’t get to her first.
 

Icenian Monument Restored

Restoration on a famous Icenian monument inside castle Cil-Cilurion was completed recently. King Gareth has opened the doors of the castle to allow local Icenians to see the artworks, and many have flocked to the castle to do so.

The monument, which consists of a statue of and six wall murals inside the King’s private dining chamber, tells the story of a servant named Byatt who worked in the castle before the days of Queen Sidraste. Legend has it that Byatt worked in the kitchens of the castle until a famous female painter visited the castle and took the younger woman under her wing. Byatt’s intelligence and common sense quickly allowed her to rise in the castle hierarchy until she was the King’s most trusted advisor.

The famous Icenian artist Christabel, brought to the castle to supervise the restoration, says that, “The monument reminds us that sheer talent can allow anyone to rise from the lowest to the highest position in the land. It also reminds us that it doesn’t hurt to have help from an artist,” she adds, winking.

Legend also tells of strange happenings with the monument itself. “It’s said that Byatt continued to advise Icenian kings after her death by speaking through the statue,” says Christabel, “but all that stopped hundreds of years ago.  Today, the statue is generally quiet.”

According to a spokesperson for the castle staff, the restoration proceeded “absolutely without any incidents whatsoever regardless of what you might hear otherwise.”

Good People of Ashbury,

I am Johan Freiburn, a farmer of Icenian descent. I was raised by my beloved father to recognize the good deeds of others in hope to encourage the same conduct in others. This compels me to tell you this tale.

A citizen of Icenia, of Valkenkyrie, and now Ashbury, it saddens me that some of my brethren would take arms against the brave Ashbans, who to me are like a long-lost relative who has come back to the fold. A band of several dozen displaced Icenians took to banditry. It was my misfortune to fall victim to these predators.

The black clad villains first came to my farmhouse and demanded food. While they were unfriendly and sometimes even rude, I was raised to be generous and shared what I had with them. They left without giving thanks. Several days they returned, again demanding food. I explained that I had none to share anymore, and they then demanded money. I protested and was battered into the ground by their leader. They left, threatening to do worse the next time, not just to me, but my wife, my son, and my daughter.

As predicted, the predators returned. Again, I had nothing to give them. I was beaten severely, as was my son, all in full view of my wife and my daughter.

For days the torture went on. The blackest moment in our lives was among us. Despair seemed to be our only company, but Hope would soon return.  I awoke one morning to the sounds of conflict. I assumed that they were just fighting amongst themselves as they have often been wont to do. But this was no ordinary squabble. Pulling my battered body up to the window, I saw salvation.

Taller than a tree, stronger than a dozen oxen, more ferocious than a tiger, a golden creature battled the bandits. Surrounded by a dozen bandits, our savior was in a whirling frenzy, dispatching the villains with his sword or a swipe of his mighty paw. The bandits who were not slain quickly fled in panic.

As my family watched in awe, this fierce creature stood up, his golden fur gleaming in the dawn sunlight. His wolflike features softened as he turned to us. “You are safe, they will terrorize you no more.” And he left in pursuit of the bandits, never to be seen by my family since.

The following day, some of Baron Olin’s men came with some emergency supplies for us and helped us repair the damage. We asked about the brave creature who saved us. The soldiers told us it was Comet Beukeboom, a member of the Forderick Fists, an adventuring company. The Fists were working to clear out some of the bandits plaguing the countryside.

His is the spirit that gives me hope that no matter what threatens us, Ashbury and Icenia, the right and the good, will prevail over all that is evil and threatening. Thank you, Comet, you are our hero.

Johan Freiburn, Farmer of Ashbury

Citizens of Ashbury,

I know that times have been hard lately and the combination of the winter and the various wars being waged on us does not keep smiles on the faces of our peoples. However, it is in this dark time that I invite you to forget about your troubles and think about friendly competition.

I suppose this reflects the dark, warlike mood of the times. I intend on continuing to run these competitions provided that I have enough entrants at each tournament.

I enjoy Ashbury and do not wish to move my tournament to another estate. I ask the good people of Ashbury to join me in competitions of friendly design and win trinkets and baubles in the fourth month at the Dragon’s Flagon. Look for my fliers about town closer to the time for specifics.

Grandmarshall Tallbrow Shadyfoot

Well I have so far successfully not been devoured in my efforts to discern more about a savage race of critters calling themselves the Bugbears. These creatures seem akin to more powerful goblins or orcs, however they are far more cunning and dangerously civilized. Having the appearance of goblins, albiet typically with long black hair, these creatures are solely motivated on inflictling pain and suffering upon others. Let’s just say they consider themselves quite good at it, treating torture in and of itself as an art form.

My strongest suggestion in dealing with these creatures is a swift killing blow, for they seem to even enjoy being tortured themselves! It’s always a learning experience apparently among the bugbears.

Technique is highly regarded, and it’s not necessarily what you do when torturing but how you do it. Having successfully penetrated a city of Bugbears in some far of local to the distant north of Icenia, I stumbled upon a libarary of the Bugbears in a place called the “Bile Dens.” This series of valleys seems overrun and breeding goblins, hobgoblins, bugbears, and gnolls faster than I ever thought possible. With some fancy rifting I managed to penetrate the lair of a tribe calling themselves the “Flayers of Reegrek.” This particular tribe seemed to have an atypical habit of keeping scholarly discourse in a sort collection of torturing works. (Guess what they used for paper? Yep you guessed it — skin.)

I frankly was suprised you could find out so much information about inflicting pain on other beings. It was more than disconcerting, it was frightening. Let’s just steer clear of the Bile Dens folks, it’s nice that it’s so far north. Oh, if you were wondering, Reegrek was apparently some sort of mythological Bugbear who apparently is rumored to once have flayed a giant, having conducted his duties for nearly two weeks without food or sleep. Wow, some hero!

Well enough with the background. Let’s talk about running into these nasty kiddies. One sure thing I noticed, bugbears don’t like lightning. It seems they are vulnerable to it.

The most powerful bugbear, typically holding the title “Rackmaster” which is equivilent to “king,” is usually so effective at sharpening weapons and inflicting pain that armor is of little use as a protective against him. Rackmasters are even skilled at inflicting lightning damage upon themselves, granting them some limited immunity.

There are those among Bugbears so skilled at taking and recieving punishment they have built up immunities to fire, ice, and even necromancy (which I witnessed being cast on one in “training.”) These so-called “Sages of Pain” are tough customers, and often are proficient and dangerous necromancers, the seeming magical preference of these creatures. I saw a savant of the last generate a magic binding affect also, I have yet to determine how this was done. Some bugbear warriors even seem to be able to generate necromantic bolts to hurl at their foe.

I never saw any of these creatures before showing up here in Tar’Navaria. Clearly this new world of ours is still something of a mystery.

The bugbears are an example of the kind of neighbors we don’t want, and we certainly don’t want bands of them settling in the nearby hills and wilds. So if you see one, kill it quickly and without hesitation — or you might wake up and find yourself being fitted with thumb screws.

This month: The Crucible: Chartered February 599.

The crucible are an adventuring company of Dwarvenholm. Made up entirely of dwarves (and one half ogre) the Crucible is devoted to earth magics and destroying trolls and undead. They operate primary in northern Blythedale and the Grey Hills. The Crucible is known for their valor in defeating the undead abominations within the estate of Hagorath and Darnok, where they successfully defeated a death knight guarding a treasure trove attributed to being a member of Mourna’s former Honor Guard. Members of the Crucible despise thieves and rogues of all types, and feel alchemy itself is a coward’s weapon.

Aberwyvern: Villagers tell of a vampire that had been plaguing them until a man in a grey hood with a “scary” voice dispatched it with a glowing white stake.

Anaria: An outbreak of sickness has brought much of the work in this estate to a halt. There are no fatalities, but the disease seems to be spreading rather rapidly.

Ashbury:  Two boxes were delivered anonymously to the ducal manor house, one addressed to Sir Polycarus and one addressed to Sir Eros.  Each contained a dozen or so mystic wood elf horns and a note that simply read “M.”

Bellebois: The fourth annual Bellebois Floral show was held recently. Chastain Foudy won with her collection of exotic perennials.

Connor: The home of a local man named Furbish was destroyed, along with several other disused buildings, when a falling star dropped from the sky. Furbish, originally from Niman as part of Sir Frost’s entourage, was devastated.  Not long after the crash, strange things began to happen. Creatures rarely or never before seen began to magically appear. People suddenly vanished. No explanation has been made, and the Connor authorities have sectioned off the area, pending study by the Mage’s Guild.

Easton: Several Falkirks sponsored the first annual Easton Falkirk Games. Many contests were held, including Fisticuffs (won by Ehyaw the Half Ogre), Foot Races (won by Owens of Liecester), and an interesting but violent game called Falkirk Rules Hardball (McKinnock over Garrison 4-2 in the championship match; the Ashbury team lost all three games).

Halifax: Scarecrows have been mysteriously appearing in the center of towns during the midnight hours and bursting into flames.

Hollym: Flooding caused by rapidly melting snow caused the destruction of a few homes near the waterfront.
Hopewell: Baron Jonathan and Sir Daniel recently visited this estate where they were given hero’s welcomes and given a great many parties. The town’s Council has not forgotten the work these two did in helping to keep the Gryphon Arch closed in 598, and are also happy that they did not object to their proposal to become a freehold.

Port Frederick: With the Ducal Navy as well as a merchant fleet nearly completed, the first ever “tour ship” of the Bay of Vacarra was launched in mid-February. It was an enormous, beautiful ship dubbed “Gigantic.” As it set on its maiden voyage, it was attacked by the Vacarran Corsairs and sunk. There were but a handful of survivors, although most resurrected.

Swindon: Two local minstrels, Andrew Partridge and Colin Moulding, challenged each other to a contest of music to determine who will earn the title of Grand Minstrel of Swindon. The locals are very excited to see their virtuosos at their best.

Astrological Forecast

by Solemn Judgement

The Swan is the harbinger of long journeys and is often associated with Death, when the soul takes a final flight to a destination unknown. The end of Winter rests with a creature at home on Water’s surface, but able to take to the Air (the element of Spring) with ease. In the night sky, even the untutored can notice the shape of Scales in the southern hemisphere. The Swan is a month of final decisions and verdicts, which again can bring the theme of death. Leaders plan for war as Winter closes, and individuals also approach the start of new adventures.

These signs are made particularly portentous in this, the Year of the Arbalest. This mercenary who sends Death through the Air is clearly gaining in strength at this time, and the signs of the heavens have seldom been so clear that within the next hand of fortnights, the Arbalest will make his weight felt within our kingdom. It is difficult to put a rosy interpretation on these omens, but citizens should take heart from our own history. Last year was an Alliance year, and the Duke saw to the need for shoring up our agreements at this time: now, they will likely be tested. This upcoming period is also the time when the King’s truce for the evacuation of the Barony of Trellheim, or Corrheim, expires, and so this warfare and mercenary activity could be indicated. But the most likely interpretation to this unworthy author’s eye rests not west, but north, and to the Plains of Rage.

Rumor has run that they shall burn a major city this year; I advise the lords of the northern marches to prepare sooner rather than later in view of these portents.

by Sue D’Onym

Well, let’s see what new mischief I can get into this issue, shall we?

A gypsy named Rodriguez Salvador has been blasting Vlad, saying that his quest is foolish and not important. Quest? Gypsies? I didn’t think they could even get together to have a party these days, let alone confront a great evil. I’m curious if the gypsies involved are the “Pro-Necromancy” faction (Dominick and Kheritana), the “Domestic” faction (Guardsman Glorianna), or the “Fashion Nightmare” faction (Maximillian).

Blythedale was once the multi-headed monster — now it seems to be a sinking ship.  Ever since the whole Kheritana “situation” people have been leaving the barony, either by choice (Zatarina, Nihilius) or by force (Aldric). Even the people who have stuck around avoid the court.  When was the last time we saw Celosia, anyway?

Meanwhile, Sir Daniel (known by some commoners as “Sir Runs-Like-a-Bunny”) still seems happy and still has his fan club camping outside of his mansion.

There were a lot of tongues wagging at the recent visit by King Gareth at Castle Cil-Cilurion recently and lots of gossip to report.

Jessamy Vorik had a bit of a scare while visiting there. While engaged in conversation he looked up and, from the back, caught sight of Roj Blakeney. His breathing became sporadic and he looked around for comfort and saw Lady Dara looking at him. At this point, he bolted from the room and ran outside where he was seen feverishly writing in his journal. It must be one of those biata things.

Lady Dara and her husband Sir Frost later held audience with King Gareth. After an intense discussion, both biata pledged loyalty to Icenia, and His Highness named Frost a lord of the land. Lady Dara was then seen speaking quietly with the King, and was overheard exclaiming “Why, your Highness! You look far too young for someone who was asleep for over 300 years!” To which King Gareth replied, “Alas, there are some days when I cannot do a thing with this hair.” Why do I have the feeling that these two are going to become fast friends?

Baron Jonathan had a rather uncomfortable moment when his “adopted parents” Frost and Dara shared a bottle of wine with his old flame, Susan Stormholm. The ladies chatted about the ships that Jonathan was supposed to receive as a dowry right in front of him, while he seemed to squirm uncomfortably. Let that be a lesson to all of you young men out there: don’t ask to marry someone unless you mean it, because she could come back to haunt you if you back out! (Oh, and by the way, who was that man the very rich and eligible Susan was with that night? She seemed to be attached to him and kept by her side for quite a while, but he said very little.)

Squire Rasq was seen to disappear with Fimb’ria quite often at the revel. Perhaps he was teaching her the fine arts of celestial magic in the privacy of her quarters?

The Elven Ranger Drakonios DarkTalon made a rare apperance at the King’s palace as well. He was seen handing an Ash Forest favor over to his friend Squire Talin Gildenlily, and later laughing at her when she mentioned making a “leafy lean-to” as a child. (Squire Talin was a child?!?) It seems that Drak’s loyalty is now only to the Forest. . .and to himself.

Who was that new kiergani in town? I believe his name was Jean Luc. . .or Jean Pierre . . .anyways, he doesn’t seem to speak the language, and enjoys making his fur hat jump and dance about as if it were still alive. He was seen making the acquaintances of a couple of kiergani from Ashbury, who taught him a few words of our language that I cannot print here.

His Majesty had a meeting later with Duke Aramis and his knights and squires and apparently they discussed matters concerning the Code of Chivalry and how His Highness interpreted various sections. None of those present will comment directly upon the meeting but I have been told that Baron Olin disagreed with his liege’s interpretations of some of the most prominent tenets of the Code.

Durring the meeting, King Gareth was approached by the undead form of the former King Melagar. Don’t these bad guys ever learn?

A trivia game run by Sir Eros (he called it “Power Game”) was won by Sir Du’Gaul who demonstrated his great knowledge of Ashbury history by defeating Drak. Farther behind were Baron Jonathan and Shya Corak, who seemed to know many of the answers but just weren’t fast enough. An embarassing situation occurred once when the Baron didn’t raise his hand quick enough to respond to a question in which the answer was “Baron Jonathan.”

There was also another high stakes poker game being run by the Raven with an entry fee of 25 gold. After a long and grueling period, Baron Jonathan, Drakonius (the other one) and Aldric were eliminated, and Squire Scarn and Gilwing faced off for the final hour. Ex-Professor Jozlin served as host and showed no emotion when Gilwing ended up as a very rich winner (well, what do you expect from a stone elf?). Gilwing was apparently very happy over his win, as he had entered with money he had borrowed from an unnamed source. (Of course, Gilwing was also happy because he was not guilty of murder  — he suggested that the headline for this Ashbury Times be “Gilwing Not Guilty This Time.” Oh, and why is it that whenever anyone gets murdered, Gilwing is the first to shout, “I didn’t do it!!!”? Is it because Calis isn’t around to say it first?)

One of the highlights of that evening was Candalis’s dance which, while distracting to the card players, did not cause anyone to stop playing (not when there’s that much money at stake!)

Madam Boboinka was also present at the gathering, dressed as usual in low cut leather. A young adventurer (Alex Hawkwood) was standing nearby and the following exchange occurred:

Boboinka: Are you staring at my breasts?

Alex: (Embarassed) Oh, no ma’am!

Boboinka: Well, you should be.

And with that thought, I will leave you for this month.  Keep sending me the News They Don’t Want You To Know and I’ll keep printing it, and always remember — If you can’t say something nice about someone, come sit by me.

Public Notices

GUILDMISTRESS KISMET: We seem to keep missing each other. Please get in touch with me as soon as possible. We have much to talk about, I need to update you on the goings on of the new kingdom and its Mage Hierarchy. Please wait for me at the guild or send immediate correspondence to my place in Diron. - Guildmaster Tiriflorn

LOOKING TO PURCHASE a celestial permanence ritual scroll.  Have much to trade, including perhaps a permanent magic item.  Please contact me directly. –  Find’rth T’Varian

LOST: One pewter frog pin. Has only sentimental value. 5 silver reward. – Kylara Neumacht

LOOKING FOR Earth Spirit Walk primary component and scroll and willo’wisp essense and Transfer to Mystic Wood Elf scroll. – Shya Corak

LOOKING FOR INVEST Scrolls. Please contact Klarion Darkmoon or Auric Skytalon.

WANTED: Sergi Karento, Gypsy. To be brought in for questioning by the order of His Grace the Duke for  alleged crimes he performed in Ashbury. Any and all information will be kept confidential. Contact any member of the Town Guard with this information.