For the first time in modern history, a guild has declared open war upon
its patron city. Although political differences or ideologies have
arisen among guilds and cities before, the latest act of the Infernals
Guild went far beyond mere debates and hurt feelings. The Infernals
declared war on Ashtan. While it may be up for speculation whether they
had reason or not for such a drastic measure, what the Infernals were
not aware of (and indeed not even Ashtan itself was aware of) was the
powerful link between guilds and their patron city.

When war was declared, the body politic of Ashtan awoke. Not the
citizens of Ashtan that most people might know, but the thousands of
people living in Ashtan (as in every city) who remain behind the scenes,
almost invisible to the general populace, yet essential to giving life
to a city. Led by Epicurus, the Dowager Montaganet and other notable
Ashtan faces, a mob of thousands were gathered: cowled figures from the
orphanage, telepaths and archers who guard Ashtan, merchants and
gardeners, street sweepers and harlots, rank upon rank of Ashtan's
denizens.

The angry mob stormed the Iron Citadel and drug out Dacian, Martial
Master of the Infernals, who was promptly beheaded by the Executioner of
Ashtan. The mob then proceeded to destroy the guildhall and burn all the
records within. The sky over Ashtan was blackened by the smoking ruins
of the Iron Citadel. As the physical manifestation of the guild
crumbled, so too did the psychic bonds that held it together. Thus, the
Infernals, without a guildhall, records or tutor, or even a city which
might harbor their knights, is officially dissolved and no more. So
closes a rather sad chapter in Achaean history.

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Sarapin, in the year 301 AF.