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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Trench" data-source="post: 4201972" data-attributes="member: 40464">"Captain Denton, I would like you to leave for the moment.""WHAT?" Denton hisses. Jurgen holds up his hands."I shall discuss this with BOTH of you. LATER. But right now, I would like Wibert to brief our men without fear of being assualted."The two captains stare at each other before Denton spins on his heel and slams the door behind him, much as Wibert did at the Watchtower entrance."Captain Wibert, brief the men, *without* commentary. Is that clear?"Wibert nods, clearly satisfied that he has already made his point."Four days ago, a scribe and professional penmaker named Cadderly Frickard was murdered in the South Market. Since then, the guilds have been at each other's throats.""Guy was a penpusher. As far as we know, he never bothered anyone. About two weeks ago, the guilds had their monthly inter-guild meeting. Talking about tariffs, taxes, and of course gold. There's always at least one fight, so we always send a few watchmen to keep them civil. Least until they leave. And I'm there just to keep in the guild's good graces. At the end of the night when they asked for any further points of order, Frickard walked up with a box and a petition for the Ironworkers Guild.Apparently, there was this old bylaw in the guild books that any new mechanical innovation that wanted to be mass produced had to seek formal permission of the Ironworker's Guild. It was mostly just a formality, but no one has done so for damn near a century. Hells, I don’t know which musty history book Frickard found this in, but apparently he felt it the polite thing to do.Turns out he may as well have set a bomb off for all the damage he caused.Reports get... sketchy here. I couldn't see it very well from the back, but what it seemed to be was some sort of personalized printing press no bigger than an end table. I saw a ball that he tapped and it put printed words on a paper underneath it. It was like a press, except the print happened... I don't know, immediately. What's more, it was small and simple enough that anyone could fit it in their home. He printed a few pages, quick as you or I could write a letter with a quill or pen, quicker even, and passed them around all proud-like.Everyone. I mean, EVERYONE lost their gods damned minds.Now maybe he'd have gone over better with the gear-lickers, but this was the guilds. The Printer's Guild started screaming about "copywright infringement". The Ironworkers acted proud at first, but then started yelling that they should get the lion's share of the profits given it was made mostly metal. This got the Masons protesting. The Sage's Guild starting debating about the "death of specialized knowledge" and..."Well that was the first riot.Scribe's Guild formed a day later. Specifically with Frickard off the charter and demanding the destruction of the Writing Ball for "deviant and malicious intent to undermine the foundation of caligraphy itself." Frickard hid in his South Market shop the next few days. He got plenty of visitors. Some begging him to share his invention, other begging him to destroy it. Some were nicer than others. After a week, he was in and out. Maybe meeting with some of the guilds, or just trying to get a moment's peace from them. We don't know.Four days ago he was shot in the face while he slept.The day after that, the guilds started blaming each other for the murder. The fights here spread to the guild-affiliated shops in the South Market. A few incidents have now been reported in the North Market, and Herdling says we've seen some spill over into the edges of Midtown. And Nachtmann has seen some trouble too, ever since the Temple of Locharit claimed the body and protestors started migrating there. Apparently, their religion claims they can only bury their dead on certain days- which happens to be tomorrow. So with any luck, their problems will clear up once they dump the stiff in the Necropolis. But that still leaves the rest of the city.So, your first mission is pretty simple. Find out who killed Cadderly Frickard so we can publicly execute the bastard and hopefully stop the guilds from killing each other.Now's a good time for questions."</blockquote>

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