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Life on the Isle has always been relatively peaceful for the current generations. Their time has been preoccupied perfecting their arts and improving the hunts; there are no new species to discover, no new colors to breed, no fanciful mutations to multiply. It has been widely regarded among Eztraian historians as the longest period of peace to date.
However, all good things must come to an end, often in dramatic fashion.
The military has long kept a select few breeding pairs of large carnivores in its arsenal and has been dedicated to preserving their bloodlines with the best care possible. Despite their top notch medical facilities, the last remaining male T. Rex and one of the last remaining females have fallen due to a devastating disease. Reports make note of festering boils, uncontrollable temperatures, open sores, and cloudy eyes. This new contagion has many hunters worried about it spreading to their own animals and all eyes have turned to the last remaining female rex, Rosebud, who is too elderly to breed. Shockwaves have been sent throughout the city while any form of a cure is feverishly researched. New eggs are desperately needed in order to have any kind of chance to maintain the captive population.
As if mysterious illnesses weren’t enough, rumors abound of the native tribes growing tired of being ostracized from the main gate. Uprising is on the horizon and it has infiltrated the depths of Eztraia’s innermost circuits. It has infected the hearts and minds of the people and even military cadets have been lured into its deceptive trap. There are those who would bring society to its knees for pure pleasure, caring none of those who live within. Their activities remain anonymous at the moment, but many theorize that the multitude of eggs raided from the hatcheries silently in the night are their handiwork.
It is a dark time as the world seemingly conspires against her people. Tempers run high and trust is in short supply as suspicion falls on neighbors, friends, and family. Some try to counteract the forces which seek to end them in vain, perhaps only furthering the plunge towards an inevitable climax. Caution is urged to all who have the conscience to exercise it. Tension increases as days go by without answers. Time is wasting away, but all the citizens of Eztraia can do is wait.
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Current Events: News of the T. Rexes' deaths is just spreading into the town, causing particular concern within the Hunting District. At the same time, excitement abounds at the high likelihood of an egg run being organized. Many experienced hunters enjoy trying their luck at snatching eggs from wild nests, although many are aware of the high possibility of injury. Recent reports of more eggs snatched from the hatchery has caused great panic among breeders who rush to protect their stock. In a poor attempt to subdue the chaos, the Breeders Organization has cancelled the Velociraptor show planned for the week. Unease is rampant among civilians and most are confused as to what the next step should be.
Conditions: It is a moderately nice day with slightly overcast skies and a balmy but not unpleasant temperature. Light breezes whistle through the streets, occasionally picking up into a small gust before relenting once more. Gathering clouds in the distance suggests light rain this evening and carries a hint of dampness on the air.
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