The Flint Irregular, January 1620

A Call for Sailors With the new river stretching down past Leyton there is a need for fishers and sailors along the new river bank. We’re offering fair prices for good work. Come on down to the beaches and meet the captains. We’re sure you’ll find a good fit.
If sailing isn’t your purview there’s folks looking to buy bait. And we always need talented folks with a needle and thread. ~~the Leyton coalition of boat owners
Notice About Weapons Caches Caches of weapons and ammunition have been found in the woods around Leyton and Flint. We believe they belong to the Second Mixed Regiment and may have been trapped. Please approach with caution and if you happen to find any please report the location to the nearest member of the military guild.
Lost Ma Ring Oy, I lost my wedding ring in that big ol snow. If ye find it I’ll give yer my second best goat. Please my partner is real ticked that I lost it and won’t shut it about it.
Notice of Pardon The Captain and crew of The Mustard Seed is hereby pardoned of all crimes and all accusations currently open are dropped for services rendered to the Empire.
Danger or Drunkard: You Decide Noted town drunk and self admitted liar, Johnny Fairs, claims to have found new tracks in the woods over by the dried up well outside his farmhouse. He describes the tracks as massive wagon wheel sized footprints with a long, tree trunk like grove running between them. Is Leyton about to face an all new danger? Or is Johnny about crying cryptid? This journalist knows what they think but well let you decide.
Daring Theft The Ventle family has been one of the mainstays of Flint from the beginning and have funded more than their share of Flint’s infrastructure. This past week their house in Flint was violated. A source close to the family says that the family believes that the target was a necklace that had been commissioned as a betrothal gift to secure marriage between the Ventle heir and the child of another merchant house. The Ventles have requested that an Imperial Reeve be assigned to the case.
Eulogy of Old Mrs. Tale There have been many things written and said about me over the years. While they have all been told by better storytellers and authors than myself none have been particularly close to the truth. I shall attempt to do my best here and now and pray you forgive me for the lack of fanfare.
I was born Matthew Teller. That much is true. When I turned 14 I ran away from home and took on the name Jessica Tell. I became somewhere between a confidence woman and a pickpocket. By the time I was 17 I had joined Captain Belmont’s crew and truly began making a name for myself. At my second hanging the judge used my birth name in my sentencing. After escaping and murdering said judge with the same noose, it was then that I was given the moniker the Gallows Ghost by the newspapers. It was an excellent title and I am forever in debt to the journalists who coined it.
I outgrew Belmont and left on good terms to start my own crew. With my crew I raided up and down the cost of Sobukand for the next 14 years. I grew to be the most notorious pirate in history. By my count in that time I:

• personally killed 48 people in duels or battles.
• raided 7 armories
• robbed 11 banks
• escaped hanging 6 times
• founded the pirates council
• sank or raided dozens of ships
• murdered 2 judges, 5 captains, and 1 Admiral
• stole a kiss from one of the empresses (of course a pirate never kisses and tells so you have to just guess which one)

I then retired. I have been quietly living a simple life here on the edge of Leyton. You all know me as the kindly widow Mrs. Tale. I have had years to work on my final will and testament which is not only this document you are reading now but an elaborate game for my treasure. Nobody ever gave the kindly old woman who talked to her chickens a second glance. These old bones still had some work in them and I had nothing but time to work on my Will. Mrs. Tale had very little need of the glories and riches of The Gallows Ghost, my treasure is largely unspent and intact. When the snow passes and the ice melts I am sure the race will be on. My only regret is not being there to watch you all scurry too and fro.
Signed, Your neighbor, Old Mrs. Tale The Gallows Ghost
Help Wanted Herbalist/doctor wanted in Raen's View. Someone more competent than the quack that is currently treating me. Just because some crud scraped off the bottom of the outhouse tastes foul doesn’t mean that it cures anything. When you get here, any of us left standing will be happy to chip in to make it worth your while, just to embarrass the quack.
Journal Looking for Art If you are a member of the Explorers Guild or an artist in general, we are looking for examples of any plants, animals, and cryptids in the new world to send home to Sobukand.
Additionally if you are an author we are always looking for tales of adventure, fancy, romance, and heroism to take home to entice new travelers to come over. Please contact Jon Cuinn at your earliest convenience.