KENTON BLACK HAS NEIGLISH ROT! ANNOUNCES HE WILL STEP DOWN!
The condition of Ankh-Mordheim's interim Patrician has significantly worsened over the course of the past two weeks. What was originally believed to be a bout of the Galloping Trots induced by eating a dish from the Klatchian Take-away on Quirm Street. However, last week his eyes sealed closed with a strange secretion and this week his forehead has split open to birth a single large red eye! Rather than endure the embarrassment of being the victim of Valon's Vendetta and his band of Witch Hunters, he has immediately announced that the gladiatorial pit fight to take place this coming week, the winner of which will take over as Patrician!
It's here folks! The Gladiatorial Pit Fight that will crown one of us the Patrician! Full rules will be available very soon but suffice to say you'll need to play in order to stand a chance of winning the Patrician's Palace location card (and therefore halfway to winning the campaign!)
GLEB'S GRASPERS CHARIOT RACE WIN MARRED WITH POISONING ACCUSATION!
What a couple of weeks to be a Kislevite in Ankh-Mordheim! First they have their hideout mutate, literally grow a pair of legs and walk off. Then they shell out to purchase an expensive warhorse for the chariot race, only for their hideout to appear at the racecourse and devour their equine friend. Using his charisma, warband leader Gleb managed to convince the race organisers to let him enter the walking house into the race. He is reported to have exclaimed "come on, I've brought a chariot and a horse. It's IN THERE!" before going on to win the event! But now, with Patrician Black contracting his illness from a dish purchased from the Klatchian Take-away on Quirm Street, northeast of Five Ways, the spotlight is well and truly shining on Gleb and his men. Gleb has so far been unable for comment.
TOWN CRYER DISTRIBUTOR VANISHES!
Astute readers will notice that issue 5 of this fine publication never reached the news stands. That is because after it went to print, the distribution cart went past the edge of Hide Park and has not been seen since! If anyone sees Edward, his cart, his mule and the thousand copies of the Town Cryer he had, could you please send him back? He owes the editor a Gold Crown...