A warm evening breeze swept over the Imperial City. Drunkards and bards cackled and sang from within the tavern, merchants and traders scanned the streets for wealthy looking buyers, peasants trudged aimlessly through the poor district, and guardsmen patrolled the city as they usually did. But as the sun began to dip below the city skyline, the doors of the State Council chambers burst open, and a small army of Imperial Scribes dressed in expensive silks took to the streets. They began pinning up crisp white notices on several public announcement boards at a break neck pace, including the Cathedral doors and the entrance to the tavern. Each one was stamped with both the seal of the Arch-Chancellor and the seal of the Imperial State Council. Curious citizens who lingered closer could easily make out the large text. It read...
