Prospect's Ledge Winter 2025 Dominion

“Naught is fair; neither love nor war”

You would have to be a blind idiot not to notice the rising tempers in and around the Market Prime of Prospect’s Ledge.  Even the traders tucked away in well-fortified alleys and reclaimed warehouses had grown wary of doing business too openly in recent cycles and the whole economy of disrepute and malfeasance was grinding to a trickle as trust was no longer a coin the denizens were willing to trade in.

The sharp eyes of Jaccomo Castracani looked down from his pulpit, 20 meters above the recorders and accountants studiously hunched over their cogitators and ledgers.  He had watched generations of scribes initiated to their desks, grow old at their stations, and then carried away as a final transaction to the Mercator Pallidus to make ready that important chair for another new initiate. The wheels forever turned, to put their stamp onto Lord Helmwar’s tithes.  To put HIS mark on Lord Helmwar’s tithes!  And he was displeased with the accountancy of late.
Castracani took a sip of the amsec on his lectern, engaged the Catechism of the Audit, and  readied himself to speak.  As he exited his meditation, the Master of Coin pulled at the hanging velvet cord by his side, and a low resonating tone echoed through the cavernous vault.  The hundreds of busy hands stopped in an instant.  The murmur of voices and machinery ceased without so much a cough or a sputter.  All heads turned toward Castracani’s Speaking platform but no face was raised to look toward the Master of Coin as he had called for them to listen.

“The numbers do not deceive.  There is a deficit of faith in the marketplace.  A deficit of faith which has festered and now must be expunged so that the tithes remain unimpeded.  Look to your ledgers!  Trace the balance sheets backward in cycles until each and every one of you has identified the rooting of this disruption.  This is your task, at my insistence.  To work!”

The clatter from below resumed to a roar at the very instant he released his servants and set them at their prey.  “Find who has been interfering with my coin!”, was the clear message