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<h1 class=\"newspaper-title\">The New Haven Chronicle<\/h1>\n <div class=\"issue-date\">Sunday, June 07, 2026<\/div>\n <\/header>\n\n <nav class=\"navigation-buttons\">\n <a href=\"\/newsite\/?page_id=29842\" class=\"nav-button\">\u2190 Previous Issue<br><small>May 24, 2026<\/small><\/a>\n <div class=\"nav-placeholder\"><\/div>\n <\/nav>\n\n <main>\n\n <article class=\"article\">\n <h2 class=\"article-headline\">Legion Takes Two, Hell Controls Seven<\/h2>\n <div class=\"article-text\">\n <p><strong>Legion Sweeps Tuesday Races as Hell's Control Reaches Seven Boroughs<\/strong><\/p>\n <p><span class=\"drop-cap\">T<\/span>he 63rd Legion captured both Elysia and Ivory Quarter in Tuesday's elections, expanding Hell's dominion to seven of New Haven's twelve boroughs and crossing the threshold that transforms democratic majority into something political scientists hesitate to name.<\/p>\n <p>Elysia's results stunned the Thai immigrant district with The 63rd Legion securing 43% against The Hand's 12%, a 31-point demolition that removes The Illusium Court from a borough they'd controlled through methods the vampire faction apparently abandoned too soon. The Legion's victory in Elysia, where Buddhist temples from the 1880s share blocks with structures that predate human memory, marks their seventh borough and grants them the absolute majority that changes New Haven's political mathematics from resistance calculation to survival arithmetic.<\/p>\n <p>Ivory Quarter witnessed its own upheaval as The 63rd Legion took 24% to The Hollow Conclave's 14%, a ten-point margin that ejects The Order from the university district surrounding Windermere's Gothic Revival campus. The Legion's capture of the borough, where academic buildings erected in 1701 still host lectures on subjects the outside world insists cannot exist, removes another moderate faction from power while The Order's defeat suggests that bridging supernatural and human worlds offers insufficient protection when Hell controls the bridges.<\/p>\n <p>The double victory gives The 63rd Legion seven boroughs\u2014adding Elysia and Ivory Quarter to their existing control of Bayview, Killgrove, Highgate, All Saints, and Northview Park\u2014while eliminating both The Illusium Court and The Order from government in a single evening. The Hollow Conclave maintains two boroughs in Redstone and Killgrove, The Illusium Court drops to one with only Fairefield remaining, and three boroughs persist under unknown control in Downtown, Aurora Heights, and the implications of what seven means.<\/p>\n <p>The Hand's second-place showing in Elysia at 12% marks their first electoral appearance in recent cycles, though finishing 31 points behind suggests the supernatural supremacists remain more concept than coalition. The Hollow Conclave's runner-up position in Ivory Quarter indicates the dark ritual practitioners attempted to expand beyond their two-borough base but discovered that whatever methods secured Redstone and Killgrove don't translate to university districts where knowledge itself shapes electoral outcomes.<\/p>\n <p>Tuesday's results eliminate The Order from government entirely, their loss of Ivory Quarter adding them to the growing list of major factions\u2014The Temple, now The Order\u2014who've learned that traditional approaches collapse against The Legion's still-undefined electoral mechanisms. The Illusium Court's ejection from Elysia reduces the vampire faction to a single borough after recent expansions that proved more temporary than transformative.<\/p>\n <p>The geographic distribution shows The 63rd Legion controlling a scattered but commanding map, with seven non-contiguous boroughs suggesting that spatial continuity matters less than numerical dominance in a city where dimensional boundaries prove more relevant than neighborhood borders. The remaining five boroughs\u2014two under The Hollow Conclave, one Illusium Court, and three unknown\u2014represent the final arithmetic of resistance before seven becomes eight becomes twelve.<\/p>\n <p>The margins tell their own story with The Legion winning by 31 points in Elysia and 10 in Ivory Quarter, gaps that suggest varying levels of resistance across districts but consistent inability to prevent Hell's expansion regardless of margin size. The Conclave's 14% in Ivory Quarter and The Hand's 12% in Elysia indicate multiple factions competing for second place in races where first has already been determined by forces nobody fully comprehends.<\/p>\n <p>Current control shows The 63rd Legion commanding seven boroughs in New Haven's first absolute majority by any faction since the city emerged in July 2025, though what Hell intends to do with democratic control of a democracy they view as temporary infrastructure remains unspoken in campaign documents that mention only "sublimating" without defining what gets sublimated or why.<\/p>\n <p>The next cycle will test whether any coalition can form quickly enough to prevent eight, whether The Hollow Conclave can defend their two remaining boroughs against a Legion that now operates from majority position, and whether The Illusium Court can maintain even their single district when Hell no longer needs to win elections so much as not lose five simultaneously.<\/p>\n <p>Seven boroughs means The 63rd Legion now controls New Haven's government through democratic processes they participated in only to transcend.<\/p>\n <\/div>\n <\/article>\n\n <article class=\"article\">\n <h2 class=\"article-headline\">Pharmacy Opens in Gothic Mausoleum<\/h2>\n <div class=\"article-text\">\n <p><strong>Pharmacy Rises From the Dead in Ivory Quarter Cemetery<\/strong><\/p>\n <p><span class=\"drop-cap\">H<\/span>exRx has done what no other pharmacy in New Haven dared attempt\u2014converted a Gothic Revival mausoleum into a functioning dispensary, complete with prescription counter carved into crypts and medications displayed where bodies once rested in eternal slumber.<\/p>\n <p>The transformation of 55 Atlantic Avenue's Meetinghouse Cemetery mausoleum into a retail pharmacy speaks to either brilliant urban recycling or the kind of audacity that only works in a city where dimensional portals open during lunch hour. Owner Mercy has retained the original limestone walls and vaulted ceilings while installing dark wood shelving directly into the recesses that once held the departed\u2014though a neon sign helpfully notes that "Bodies and ashes have been transferred to a smaller building on the grounds," which one hopes happened before the pharmacy opened rather than during a particularly busy Tuesday afternoon.<\/p>\n <p>The vestibule maintains its Gothic Revival architecture with pointed archways and rib-vaulted ceilings, though privacy screens now curtain the glass panels and a salvaged oak bench offers respite beneath the operating hours board. The limestone floors show centuries of wear down their centerlines, polished smooth by mourners who never imagined their grandchildren would one day purchase ibuprofen where they once laid flowers. The main hall stretches beneath high vaulted ceilings, its unpainted limestone walls softened by rows of shelving built into what the architecture suggests were original burial recesses, while the prescription counter spans the rear third in walnut panels topped with marble\u2014a surface upgrade the original occupants never enjoyed.<\/p>\n <p>The inventory ranges from standard pharmacy fare to items that blur the line between medical and mystical, though given New Haven's particular demographics, the distinction hardly matters. Tramadol tablets promise to exchange "a moderate element of your pain and your sense of balance" for "flushing warmth" and "slight euphoria," while morphine comes with warnings about paradise that read more like poetry than prescription guidelines. The dispensary stocks everything from pregnancy tests to ketamine injections described as making "THE BODY A VESSEL BUT YOUR MIND NEED NOT HEAR IT," which sounds either deeply therapeutic or deeply concerning depending on your perspective. Beyond pharmaceuticals, the shop offers an eclectic mix including a prisoner's onesie named Hannibal ($10), a pink Instax camera covered in stickers ($100), and various medical implements like scalpels with wooden lamination "mimicking stake-like entry"\u2014presumably for the vampire-adjacent clientele who appreciate irony with their medical supplies.<\/p>\n <p>The decor fluctuates wildly between cheap and expensive depending on which section you wander into, suggesting either a phased renovation or an owner who prioritizes certain spaces over others. The prescription area maintains an expensive aesthetic with its walnut and marble counter, while other sections make do with cheaper furnishings that wouldn't look out of place in a discount clinic. Multiple rooms remain sparsely decorated, their HexRx signage the only indication of their pharmaceutical purpose rather than their former funerary function.<\/p>\n <p>Operating Monday through Friday from 9 AM to 7 PM (with a civilized lunch break from 1:30 to 2 PM) and Saturdays from 10 AM to 4 PM, HexRx fills a unique niche in Ivory Quarter's retail landscape\u2014where else can you fill a prescription while contemplating mortality in such literal terms? The pharmacy stands as testament to New Haven's ability to transform any space, no matter how sacred or somber, into something unexpectedly functional.<\/p>\n <\/div>\n <\/article>\n\n <article class=\"article\">\n <h2 class=\"article-headline\">Sofia's Loft: Half Empty, Fully Intriguing<\/h2>\n <div class=\"article-text\">\n <p><strong>Sofia's Beacon Street Loft Balances Athletic Ambition with Intimate Nostalgia<\/strong><\/p>\n <p><span class=\"drop-cap\">L<\/span>ook, there's something deliciously contradictory about Sofia's nine-room loft at 103 Beacon Street\u2014half the space pulses with expensive mid-century swagger while the other half sits empty as a theater between acts, creating this fascinating tension between what's been lovingly curated and what's still becoming.<\/p>\n <p>The living room announces itself as the loft's beating heart, where oak floors gleam beneath that enviable double window framing the botanical gardens like they're Sofia's personal Monet. Here's the thing about mid-century modern done right: it never shouts. The mauve sofa faces a wall-mounted 60-inch screen above a circular glass coffee table, all of it anchored by white shag that probably requires more maintenance than most people's entire homes. But it's the details that sing\u2014that egg chair positioned to catch northern light beside a 1970s stereo system, the turntable waiting beneath like analog rebellion. The walls tell stories through black and white baseball photography: Fenway Park frozen in time, the Kansas City Monarchs mid-play, the All-American Girls Professional Baseball League proving that diamonds aren't just for men. A bottle of High West Double Rye waits on a side table, suggesting evenings that unfold slowly.<\/p>\n <p>Ascending the wrought iron spiral staircase (because of course there's a spiral staircase), the master bedroom commits fully to sensual sophistication. That walnut four-poster bed commands the space beneath another generous northern window, dressed in blacks and grays with purple accents that echo the silver-over-lavender brocade wallpaper. The real conversation starters line these walls\u2014high-contrast black and white photographs of nude figures embracing, faces artfully obscured, bodies celebrated as sculpture. Walk-in closets flank the entry while a chaise lounge at the bed's foot provides the perfect perch for morning coffee or midnight contemplation. Among the personal touches: a Marucci CAT9 baseball bat (aluminum, naturally), and a collection of colored photographs whose subjects range from jellyfish encounters to catamaran adventures.<\/p>\n <p>The master bathroom splits the difference between indulgence and efficiency\u2014white tile meeting black diamond accents, that lavender floral wallpaper adding unexpected softness above the wainscoting. The waterfall shower could host a small gathering, while the Victorian clawfoot tub with brass fixtures and modern shower attachment suggests someone who appreciates both historical gravitas and contemporary convenience. The toilet's heated seat and electronic bidet remind us that luxury often lives in the details nobody discusses at dinner parties.<\/p>\n <p>Then there's the curious case of the empty rooms\u2014three of them, all maintaining that baseline cheap decor like placeholders in a manuscript. One has been transformed into a home gym where fluorescent lights illuminate serious equipment: treadmill, elliptical, spinning bike, weight bench, all arranged on padded flooring with ceiling speakers and sparring space. The mirrored wall doubles the room's visual impact while serving its practical purpose.<\/p>\n <p>The kitchen exists in some temporal confusion, listed twice with conflicting descriptions\u2014one modern and efficient with silver appliances and smoked glass cabinets, complete with that whimsical cat clock whose eyes dart while its tail wags, the other merely empty. An Italian Bomb and Foxon Park Grape Soda suggest Connecticut comfort food preferences that transcend any decorative uncertainty.<\/p>\n <p>This is a loft in active dialogue with itself, where baseball nostalgia meets nude photography, where empty rooms await their purpose while others overflow with personality, creating a downtown residence that feels less like a finished statement than an ongoing conversation about what home means when you're still deciding who you're becoming.<\/p>\n <\/div>\n <\/article>\n\n <article class=\"article\">\n <h2 class=\"article-headline\">Fight Announcer Makes Violence Theater<\/h2>\n <div class=\"article-text\">\n <p><strong>The Ring Announcer Who Turns Violence Into Vaudeville<\/strong><\/p>\n <p><span class=\"drop-cap\">S<\/span>elene transforms New Haven's underground fight culture into participatory theater, complete with betting pools, personalized fighter introductions, and construction crews on standby for inevitable structural damage.<\/p>\n <p>Her impromptu sparring session at an upscale gym demonstrated hosting instincts that elevate raw combat into crowd spectacle. "I want a clean fight. No eye-gouging. No groin-kicks. No your-mom jokes unless they're absolutely grand!" she announced, establishing ground rules that balance safety with entertainment value. The event progressed from bare-knuckle boxing through weapon demonstrations to wall-destroying brawls, each escalation carefully orchestrated while maintaining audience investment through betting encouragement and blood-chant facilitation. When Sebastian lost multiple bouts, she awarded him a "Fighting Spirit" prize, the gesture revealing someone who understands that recognition matters more than victory in social combat sports.<\/p>\n <p>The $3,763 wardrobe investment suggests practical priorities over fashion pretension\u2014clothing that survives proximity to supernatural violence while maintaining authority in rooms full of fighters. Her aesthetic choices remain undocumented in specific outfit data, though observers note she commands attention through presence rather than couture, the kind of host who makes booty shorts and boomboxes feel like deliberate artistic statements rather than wardrobe limitations.<\/p>\n <p>Her communication style blends fight promoter enthusiasm with tactical awareness. "I need a boombox. Stat. And I need Motorhead's 'The Game' playing already..!" she demanded during one bout, understanding that combat requires soundtrack. When discussing faction politics, she demonstrates similar directness: "Additionally, Thomas thinks all women should show their body to men whenever they wish for it… so Teagan and Sera got upset by it, grossed-out, and had him sex-changed via a ritual," the anecdote delivered with matter-of-fact brutality that suggests someone comfortable with both supernatural justice and its social implications.<\/p>\n <p>The Sons of Olympia connection emerges through operational details\u2014her "Sons" handling event logistics with the efficiency of people accustomed to managing illegal enterprises. "They want blood. Don't aim for jugulars, mind you.. How many of these suits do you reckon we can miss?" she asked during one weapons demonstration, the question balancing crowd satisfaction against liability concerns with practiced calculation.<\/p>\n <p>Her battlefield philosophy emerges during faction raids and supernatural encounters. "There's always a sewer level," she noted during one underground expedition, the video game reference making dimensional horror feel oddly familiar. When facing potential death, she maintains pragmatic optimism: "Jacuzzi. And booze. That's how you get two birds stoned at once," the malapropism suggesting someone who finds comfort in creature pleasures even while discussing mortality.<\/p>\n <p>The 1221 host rating reflects competent execution rather than revolutionary innovation\u2014she creates spaces where violence becomes communal experience, where fighters receive equal spotlight regardless of skill level, where destruction gets factored into event planning as inevitable rather than unfortunate. "This is going to be even more humiliating if I lose," Axle worried before his bout, the vulnerability suggesting an environment where social stakes matter as much as physical ones.<\/p>\n <p>In a city where demonic invasions interrupt dinner parties and dimensional bleeding disrupts business meetings, Selene provides structured outlets for New Haven's inherent violence, transforming inevitable conflict into scheduled entertainment that somehow makes everyone feel included in the carnage.<\/p>\n <\/div>\n <\/article>\n\n <article class=\"article\">\n <h2 class=\"article-headline\">Hand Operatives Seize Hag Staff<\/h2>\n <div class=\"article-text\">\n <p><strong>Hag Staff Secured After Forest Skirmish Near District 82<\/strong><\/p>\n <p><span class=\"drop-cap\">A<\/span> coveted Hag staff changed hands Friday evening when three faction operatives executed a precision extraction mission through misty forest terrain, their success coming after a pitched battle against devilish hag princesses and 63rd Legion soldiers that showcased both supernatural swordplay and unexpected tactical confusion from the enemy forces.<\/p>\n <p>The mission's primary objective fell to Yukino of The Hand, who secured the artifact before taking cover behind the treeline while her allies engaged hostile forces. "One finds it can be nice to watch others fight, perhaps," she observed from her sheltered position, though circumstances would soon demand her blade join the fray despite her preference for observation.<\/p>\n <p>Elaine of the Sons of Olympia transformed the forest depression into her personal arena, wielding a flaming shamshir while executing supernatural leaps that carried her between targets with devastating efficiency. Her assault began with a hag princess, twisted to slice a telekinetic, and concluded with her blade whipping across a soldier's stomach\u2014all three enemies retreating before her relentless advance. Yet despite this display of martial dominance, the remaining hag forces inexplicably bypassed Elaine entirely, converging instead on her cousin Vasilisa, who fought for The Temple with pistol and Damascus Steel Karambit in hand.<\/p>\n <p>"Don't attack our cover," Elaine warned during the engagement when friendly fire damaged their position, though the real frustration came from watching enemies ignore her completely to target Vasilisa. The Temple operative parried a brutal hag strike with perfect timing, maintaining her composure enough to joke afterward: "I do make good bait, perhaps."<\/p>\n <p>The moment prompted Yukino to abandon her observer role, stepping from cover to deliver a sharp, rising cut that finished the hag threatening Vasilisa. Her post-battle analysis proved characteristically self-deprecating: "One observes they might try to get to this unworthy one… but find this unworthy one to be… unworthy and insufficient a threat, perhaps."<\/p>\n <p>The successful extraction demonstrated unusual coordination between three separate factions\u2014The Hand, Sons of Olympia, and The Temple\u2014working in concert to secure a powerful artifact. Elaine formed a protective vanguard around Yukino for the final push to extraction, her flaming blade deterring any remaining opposition while they navigated the remaining forest distance.<\/p>\n <p>"One finds herself alright, one thinks. One observes herself finding it a little nice not needing to fight for once, if it is alright to say," Yukino reflected after reaching safety with the staff, though her intervention had proven crucial when allies needed support.<\/p>\n <p>Friday's operation adds another successful artifact recovery to New Haven's ongoing supernatural arms race, with the Hag staff now secured in The Hand's possession while the 63rd Legion nurses wounds from their failed interception attempt.<\/p>\n <\/div>\n <\/article>\n\n <article class=\"article\">\n <h2 class=\"article-headline\">Masked Casino Game Exposes Dark Secrets<\/h2>\n <div class=\"article-text\">\n <p><strong>Masked Card Game Reveals Poisonous Secrets and Bra-Wearing Finale at Bayview Casino<\/strong><\/p>\n <p><span class=\"drop-cap\">L<\/span>ook, Thursday night's game of "Past's Folly" and "Future's Folly" at a Bayview casino restaurant proved that sometimes the most dangerous games don't involve actual weapons\u2014just masks, cards, and the willingness to share that time you kissed a horse.<\/p>\n <p>Yukino's invitation to don masks and draw from mysterious decks brought together an eclectic group including Regaldo, whose text-to-speech phone would later confess equine romance, and Elaine, whose cheerful demeanor masked genuinely dark revelations. The art-deco neighborhood's casino provided the perfect backdrop for an evening that started whimsical and ended with a grown man wearing lingerie as headwear.<\/p>\n <p>Here's the thing about confession games: they reveal character in unexpected ways. When Regaldo's Past card demanded a secret, his phone announced: "One time I was trying to get someone's attention so I planted one on their horse." Meanwhile, Elaine's contribution sent chills through the room despite her bright delivery. "He died! It was the most wondrous thing…" she recounted gleefully, describing how her gossiping led to a son poisoning his father.<\/p>\n <p>The Future cards brought lighter moments, with Maricela predicting Regaldo would marry a nurse and spawn numerous offspring, while Vasilisa foresaw Yukino falling for a wine-drinking fae. Yukino herself drew a card requiring her to share something meaningful, choosing to split a "once in a lifetime" cookie with Maricela in a surprisingly tender moment.<\/p>\n <p>Vasilisa's Past confession involved her Bolshoi academy days: "I thought that the sugarplum faerie could use more sparkle so a friend and I snuck in, and folded a glitter bomb into the costume." The resulting explosion during performance meant extra practice for everyone\u2014classic ballet school mischief with consequences.<\/p>\n <p>Late arrival Boaz entered just as the game reached peak absurdity, drawing a Future card that let Yukino choose his sleeping arrangements. Her suggestion of a homeless shelter was accepted without protest, maintaining the evening's surreal hospitality.<\/p>\n <p>The night's crescendo came when Regaldo's token exchange card prompted him to give Yukino his ring. Her reciprocal offering? A white bra from her belongings, which Regaldo immediately and proudly wore atop his head for the remainder of the evening.<\/p>\n <p>Before masks were returned and the game concluded, Regaldo offered parting wisdom to their host: "Also, little miss. Stop calling yourself unworthy." Yukino's response revealed ingrained self-deprecation: "One finds herself merely of simple ability, sir Regaldo. And in certain things, one observes herself to be quite unworthy."<\/p>\n <p>Thursday's gathering demonstrated that in New Haven, even innocent card games can unveil murder confessions, glitter terrorism, and unexpected fashion statements\u2014all while maintaining perfect social decorum.<\/p>\n <\/div>\n <\/article>\n\n <article class=\"article\">\n <h2 class=\"article-headline\">Thrown Gun Destroys Cursed Earring<\/h2>\n <div class=\"article-text\">\n <p><strong>Cursed Earring Shatters After Empty Gun Defeats What Fire and Fangs Could Not<\/strong><\/p>\n <p><span class=\"drop-cap\">F<\/span>our faction operatives destroyed a supernatural entity haunting a Bayview apartment Wednesday evening, the confrontation ending when Regaldo hurled his empty pistol at a glowing red earring that had resisted both stomping and werewolf jaws.<\/p>\n <p>The group arrived at Miss Hughs' apartment building pursued by a mind-altering song that penetrated their thoughts. Rosalina attempted countermeasures with a Mozart cassette on her Walkman, declaring, "You had non idea I would learn the magic boxes of this time! Take this, song!" The classical music proved ineffective against the supernatural melody.<\/p>\n <p>Inside the apartment, they found no standard living space but a misty chapel containing a roaring pyre. A burning doppelganger of Maeve writhed on the flames while a dead congregation continued singing. Rosalina immediately unlocked her collar, transforming into a massive russet wolf to defend her companions.<\/p>\n <p>The burning duplicate attempted to plunge its charred hand into its own chest. Regaldo and Maeve both reached into the flames to stop it, suffering severe burns, before Rosalina tackled the body clear of the pyre. A shadow entity then detached from the real Maeve and possessed the burnt corpse, animating the dead congregation as shadow minions.<\/p>\n <p>"Gentlefriends, I have a bad idea," Maeve announced during the melee. Her idea proved unnecessary as the group cut through the shadow attackers with bullets, blades, and wolf fangs. The defeated minions coalesced into a towering wraith with a thousand maws, wailing the maddening song while accusing them of killing its "Mother."<\/p>\n <p>"Leave my boyfriend ALONE!" Maeve shouted as the entity attacked. The battle intensified until Axle stepped forward and unloaded his shotgun into the creature. The wraith exploded, leaving behind a single glowing red earring.<\/p>\n <p>Maeve stomped on the jewelry. Nothing happened. Rosalina crushed it between her jaws. The earring remained intact, glowing smugly on the floor. Regaldo, out of ammunition and patience, threw his empty pistol at it. The blunt impact shattered the cursed object into two mundane halves, releasing a final ghostly scream.<\/p>\n <p>The chapel illusion dissolved instantly, revealing a trashed apartment covered in blood. Rosalina shifted back to human form through a visceral transformation process. "Nicely done. I think I am done with random jewelry," Regaldo commented through his text-to-speech app.<\/p>\n <p>"Lets get out of here. I can't hear that damn song anymore, and I'm happier for it," Axle said as they departed.<\/p>\n <p>Wednesday's incident demonstrates that in New Haven, the most sophisticated supernatural threats sometimes fall to the simplest solutions\u2014like throwing an empty gun at them.<\/p>\n <\/div>\n <\/article>\n\n <article class=\"article\">\n <h2 class=\"article-headline\">Operatives Retrieve Hairpin from Biringan Depths<\/h2>\n <div class=\"article-text\">\n <p><strong>Minigun Versus Void: Five Operatives Retrieve Mystical Hairpin from Biringan's Abyssal Streets<\/strong><\/p>\n <p><span class=\"drop-cap\">T<\/span>he cobblestones of Biringan only exist when amber light touches them\u2014a detail that nearly killed Axle Friday evening before his team hauled him back from the edge of an infinite drop, his boots scraping against nothing where solid ground should have been.<\/p>\n <p>Five operatives descended into the shifting depths beneath New Haven to retrieve the Autumn Leaf Hairpin, guided by Yukino's crimson spirit butterfly that Regaldo immediately christened "Om Nom" with the casual irreverence of someone who names everything that might kill him. The creature led them through a cityscape that phased between existence and absence, where architecture flickered like a dying television signal and the darkness between streetlamps opened onto absolute void.<\/p>\n <p>"Okay. New rule. We stay in the light," Naomi declared, her detection unit confirming what their eyes already knew\u2014step outside the amber pools, fall forever.<\/p>\n <p>The ghostly cars materialized without warning, translucent vehicles hurtling through the illuminated zones while the operatives played what Regaldo called "red light green light for keeps." Camila's tactical discipline kept them moving lamp to lamp until Yukino deployed starlight magic that spawned something worse than phantom traffic: perfect duplicates of themselves racing toward the plaza where Om Nom waited.<\/p>\n <p>The clones arrived first. They dissolved into the butterfly, corrupting the tiny guide into a massive starlight predator that reared above them with consuming intent. Regaldo's minigun spoke its mechanical prayer, shredding their former guide in a sustained burst that transformed the creature's dying light into solid stone\u2014a citadel that materialized as the ground beneath them crumbled away.<\/p>\n <p>They sprinted for the fortress doors, but the stone sealed behind them, trapping Regaldo outside. His fall into the abyss sent Axle pounding bloody fists against immovable stone while inside, Yukino approached the pedestal with formal detachment. "One finds she hates this place," she observed, lifting the hairpin from its resting place as her companion presumably died beyond the walls.<\/p>\n <p>The crash through the high window interrupted their mourning\u2014Regaldo smashing through like artillery, parachute trailing, minigun still smoking from firing himself out of nothingness. "Ooooh Yea. Not even the void can stop Gods damned Regaldo!" he announced, somehow having weaponized falling into forever.<\/p>\n <p>"Only you would minigun your way out of the void," Camila told him, watching Axle scale the wall to secure their escape route through the shattered window.<\/p>\n <p>Friday's expedition into Biringan recovered the mystical artifact while establishing new operational parameters for void navigation: bring parachutes, heavy ordinance, and someone willing to shoot their way out of nonexistence.<\/p>\n <\/div>\n <\/article>\n\n <article class=\"article\">\n <h2 class=\"article-headline\">Grove Raid Nets Anti-Demon Silk<\/h2>\n <div class=\"article-text\">\n <p><strong>Black Nymph Grove Raid Yields Enchanted Silk for Anti-Legion Ritual<\/strong><\/p>\n <p><span class=\"drop-cap\">T<\/span>he mist-shrouded paths of Black Nymph Grove became a battlefield Thursday afternoon when Maricela and Yukino fought through waves of arrow-firing nymphs to secure an enchanted gossamer gown, the silk garment reportedly destined for ritualistic use against demonic forces threatening the city.<\/p>\n <p>The ambush came immediately upon entry, black-feathered arrows cutting through the grove's perpetual fog as the beautiful defenders emerged from their concealment. Yukino's response defied conventional physics\u2014a supernatural leap that carried her through the arrow storm directly into melee range, her katana already drawn and singing through the humid air. Maricela followed with her antique sword, the paired assault forcing the initial defenders into temporary retreat.<\/p>\n <p>What followed exemplified the casual brutality that defines faction operations in New Haven. While arrows continued falling around them, Maricela ducked behind a rock formation not for safety but for maintenance, methodically replacing cracked armor plates in her high-collared jacket. "I'll join ya once I get my jacket sorted," she called to Yukino, who had already pressed forward into the grove's darker reaches.<\/p>\n <p>The objective itself\u2014a black nymphgown of gossamer silk\u2014hung deeper in the grove like trapped moonlight. Yukino secured it after dispatching another defender, her formal speech patterns intact despite the violence. "One recalls this to be enchanted. One might say, someone will appreciate it in a ritual against the legion, one thinks," she explained to Maricela, who had questioned whether they'd been sent on a shopping expedition.<\/p>\n <p>The extraction brought renewed resistance from the grove's remaining nymphs, their desperation evident in the ferocity of their final assault. Maricela's response was to sheath her sword entirely, choosing instead to engage with bare hands. "Been forever since I got in hand to hand," she remarked before wrenching a nymph's arm with enough force to end that particular threat.<\/p>\n <p>Yukino's assessment came with characteristic politeness even as bodies littered the misty ground: "One finds everyone to perform very well, it seems. Miss Mari appears very impressive."<\/p>\n <p>The successful raid marks another acquisition in the ongoing preparations against legion incursions, though the cost in nymph casualties remains uncounted. The enchanted garment's specific ritual purpose remains classified, though sources suggest its gossamer threads contain properties essential for binding or banishing demonic entities.<\/p>\n <p>Black Nymph Grove remains hostile territory following Thursday's raid, its surviving defenders likely reinforcing their positions against future incursions. For Maricela and Yukino, the afternoon's work represented routine faction operations\u2014a mixture of supernatural combat, tactical improvisation, and the peculiar courtesy that somehow persists even while stealing from mythical creatures in their own domain.<\/p>\n <\/div>\n <\/article>\n\n <article class=\"article\">\n <h2 class=\"article-headline\">Temple Operatives Bungle Blade Recovery Mission<\/h2>\n <div class=\"article-text\">\n <p><strong>Temple Operatives Turn Ancient Library Skirmish Into Blade-Collecting Spree Wednesday<\/strong><\/p>\n <p><span class=\"drop-cap\">L<\/span>ook, when The Temple sends three operatives to retrieve broken blades from a sunlit field, you expect some resistance\u2014but Wednesday afternoon's three-way brawl between Temple forces, 63rd Legion soldiers, and ancient library gargoyles turned into something between a tactical disaster and a shiny-object scavenger hunt.<\/p>\n <p>The mission started promisingly enough, with Yukino demonstrating why supernatural speed beats conventional warfare every time. "One finds if everyone is a little slow, it is nice to become a broken blade collector, perhaps," she observed while breezing past the chaos to snatch three blades before anyone noticed she'd moved. The 63rd Legion soldiers, apparently realizing they'd picked the wrong fight, retreated almost immediately.<\/p>\n <p>Here's the thing about gargoyles: they hold grudges. When Regaldo opened fire to provide cover, the stone guardians ignored everything else to focus their ancient fury on him exclusively. Multiple stab wounds later, the wounded operative called out his final tactical assessment: "Well, seems like you lot should get a move on while they're focusing on me." His retreat left Yukino and Maricela to salvage the operation.<\/p>\n <p>What followed defied conventional military doctrine. Maricela holstered her firearm, drew an antique sword, and began chasing gargoyles through the field with unbridled enthusiasm. "I lowkey love these lil dudes," she declared, collecting broken blades like a magpie spotting jewelry while simultaneously dismantling stone guardians. Her assessment of the Legion's performance proved equally blunt: "I ain't sure why the Legion thought they'd be… doin' work."<\/p>\n <p>The operation's tactical brilliance emerged when Yukino discovered the gargoyles' entry point and positioned her personal security operatives\u2014yes, she brought her own backup\u2014for what she delightfully termed a gaming strategy. "One finds she found a gargoyle. One observes they might always come from here. One thinks young foreigners might say it is spawn camping, perhaps?" The coordinated strikes that followed proved devastatingly effective, with operatives timing their attacks to shatter gargoyles the moment they rounded corners.<\/p>\n <p>Wednesday's blade retrieval marks another successful Temple operation, though Regaldo's medical bills suggest future missions might benefit from clearer target prioritization. The ancient library's gargoyle population has been significantly reduced, while Yukino and Maricela extracted with pockets full of broken blades and stories about turning supernatural combat into a collecting game.<\/p>\n <p>The 63rd Legion's swift retreat raises questions about their operational readiness, though given the choice between facing Temple operatives who treat deadly combat like recreational activities, strategic withdrawal might have been their smartest move all afternoon.<\/p>\n <\/div>\n <\/article>\n\n <article class=\"article\">\n <h2 class=\"article-headline\">Foam Shark Sparks Beach Duck Waddle<\/h2>\n <div class=\"article-text\">\n <p><strong>Foam Shark Attack Triggers Mass Duck Waddle at Bayview Beach Saturday<\/strong><\/p>\n <p><span class=\"drop-cap\">A<\/span> summer beach party at New Haven Beach Cabanas devolved into synchronized waterfowl impersonation Saturday evening when Yukino's swimsuit competition inspired the entire gathering to waddle across the sand while a mysterious duck provided accompaniment.<\/p>\n <p>The afternoon started conventionally enough with guests arriving for Yukino's formal swim event at the art-deco neighborhood's shoreline. That normalcy shattered when screams of "shark" sent panic through the cabanas, only for the threat to reveal itself as Regaldo stumbling blind inside a giant foam shark head.<\/p>\n <p>"Gods damned Regaldo to some and asshole Tio to others," the trapped man announced from within the costume, his muffled voice doing little to calm the situation. Maricela's response was immediate and culturally specific\u2014threatening him with a raised chancla before he lunged for the footwear, crashed into the sand, and finally freed himself from the foam prison.<\/p>\n <p>Yukino seized the chaos to announce her planned entertainment: a swimsuit competition with cash prizes. The contestants delivered performances ranging from deliberately provocative to accidentally absurd.<\/p>\n <p>Regaldo kicked things off by reclaiming his shark head prop and gyrating to "Baby Shark" while the foam jaws bobbed in rhythm. Shiloh followed with a runway strut that culminated in what witnesses described as a flawless "Blue Steel" pose straight from Zoolander. Maricela commanded attention differently, turning to reveal an expansive black and gold lioness tattoo crowned with roses across her back. "I ain't a model, I'm a Cabrona," she declared, earning appreciative whistles from the crowd.<\/p>\n <p>Owen reluctantly joined the competition in eggplant-patterned trunks, delivering a brief twerk that seemed to surprise even himself. But the afternoon's defining moment belonged to Axle, whose duck-patterned swimwear inspired a tone-deaf, waddling rendition of "The Duck Song" that somehow summoned an actual duck from the darkness.<\/p>\n <p>The bird's appearance triggered collective madness. One by one, contestants joined Axle's waddle\u2014arms flapping, voices quacking, dignity abandoned. Even Yukino, maintaining her formal speech patterns throughout the choreographed insanity, participated in the group performance that transformed Bayview's beach into an impromptu waterfowl sanctuary.<\/p>\n <p>"Thank you. I am Quaxle Smith, and I specially appreciate you attending my Ted Talk," Axle announced after the performance, his deadpan delivery earning the evening's biggest laugh.<\/p>\n <p>Yukino responded by declaring everyone winners and transferring several hundred dollars to each participant's account before the group settled down to lobster rolls. Owen's parting comment to Maricela\u2014"You do like absolutely great. A dime for a dime"\u2014suggested the evening's absurdity hadn't diminished certain social interests.<\/p>\n <p>Saturday's beach party joins New Haven's growing catalog of events where planned entertainment surrendered to spontaneous animal mimicry.<\/p>\n <p>The duck's origin remains unexplained.<\/p>\n <\/div>\n <\/article>\n\n <\/main>\n\n <footer class=\"publication-info\">\n <p>The New Haven Chronicle • Published by the Citizens of New Haven<\/p>\n <p>For news tips and submissions, contact your local Chronicle correspondent<\/p>\n <\/footer>\n <\/div>\n<\/body>\n<\/html>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Legion Takes Two, Hell Controls Seven – The New Haven Chronicle The New Haven Chronicle Sunday, June 07, 2026 \u2190 Previous IssueMay 24, 2026 Legion Takes Two, Hell Controls Seven Legion Sweeps Tuesday Races as Hell's Control Reaches Seven Boroughs The 63rd Legion captured both…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_bbp_topic_count":0,"_bbp_reply_count":0,"_bbp_total_topic_count":0,"_bbp_total_reply_count":0,"_bbp_voice_count":0,"_bbp_anonymous_reply_count":0,"_bbp_topic_count_hidden":0,"_bbp_reply_count_hidden":0,"_bbp_forum_subforum_count":0,"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-25128","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/havenrpg.net\/newsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/25128","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/havenrpg.net\/newsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/havenrpg.net\/newsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/havenrpg.net\/newsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/havenrpg.net\/newsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=25128"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/havenrpg.net\/newsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/25128\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":25129,"href":"https:\/\/havenrpg.net\/newsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/25128\/revisions\/25129"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/havenrpg.net\/newsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=25128"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}

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Boroughs<\/strong><\/p>\n <p><span class=\"drop-cap\">T<\/span>he 63rd Legion captured both Elysia and Ivory Quarter in Tuesday's elections, expanding Hell's dominion to seven of New Haven's twelve boroughs and crossing the threshold that transforms democratic majority into something political scientists hesitate to name.<\/p>\n <p>Elysia's results stunned the Thai immigrant district with The 63rd Legion securing 43% against The Hand's 12%, a 31-point demolition that removes The Illusium Court from a borough they'd controlled through methods the vampire faction apparently abandoned too soon. The Legion's victory in Elysia, where Buddhist temples from the 1880s share blocks with structures that predate human memory, marks their seventh borough and grants them the absolute majority that changes New Haven's political mathematics from resistance calculation to survival arithmetic.<\/p>\n <p>Ivory Quarter witnessed its own upheaval as The 63rd Legion took 24% to The Hollow Conclave's 14%, a ten-point margin that ejects The Order from the university district surrounding Windermere's Gothic Revival campus. The Legion's capture of the borough, where academic buildings erected in 1701 still host lectures on subjects the outside world insists cannot exist, removes another moderate faction from power while The Order's defeat suggests that bridging supernatural and human worlds offers insufficient protection when Hell controls the bridges.<\/p>\n <p>The double victory gives The 63rd Legion seven boroughs\u2014adding Elysia and Ivory Quarter to their existing control of Bayview, Killgrove, Highgate, All Saints, and Northview Park\u2014while eliminating both The Illusium Court and The Order from government in a single evening. The Hollow Conclave maintains two boroughs in Redstone and Killgrove, The Illusium Court drops to one with only Fairefield remaining, and three boroughs persist under unknown control in Downtown, Aurora Heights, and the implications of what seven means.<\/p>\n <p>The Hand's second-place showing in Elysia at 12% marks their first electoral appearance in recent cycles, though finishing 31 points behind suggests the supernatural supremacists remain more concept than coalition. The Hollow Conclave's runner-up position in Ivory Quarter indicates the dark ritual practitioners attempted to expand beyond their two-borough base but discovered that whatever methods secured Redstone and Killgrove don't translate to university districts where knowledge itself shapes electoral outcomes.<\/p>\n <p>Tuesday's results eliminate The Order from government entirely, their loss of Ivory Quarter adding them to the growing list of major factions\u2014The Temple, now The Order\u2014who've learned that traditional approaches collapse against The Legion's still-undefined electoral mechanisms. The Illusium Court's ejection from Elysia reduces the vampire faction to a single borough after recent expansions that proved more temporary than transformative.<\/p>\n <p>The geographic distribution shows The 63rd Legion controlling a scattered but commanding map, with seven non-contiguous boroughs suggesting that spatial continuity matters less than numerical dominance in a city where dimensional boundaries prove more relevant than neighborhood borders. The remaining five boroughs\u2014two under The Hollow Conclave, one Illusium Court, and three unknown\u2014represent the final arithmetic of resistance before seven becomes eight becomes twelve.<\/p>\n <p>The margins tell their own story with The Legion winning by 31 points in Elysia and 10 in Ivory Quarter, gaps that suggest varying levels of resistance across districts but consistent inability to prevent Hell's expansion regardless of margin size. The Conclave's 14% in Ivory Quarter and The Hand's 12% in Elysia indicate multiple factions competing for second place in races where first has already been determined by forces nobody fully comprehends.<\/p>\n <p>Current control shows The 63rd Legion commanding seven boroughs in New Haven's first absolute majority by any faction since the city emerged in July 2025, though what Hell intends to do with democratic control of a democracy they view as temporary infrastructure remains unspoken in campaign documents that mention only "sublimating" without defining what gets sublimated or why.<\/p>\n <p>The next cycle will test whether any coalition can form quickly enough to prevent eight, whether The Hollow Conclave can defend their two remaining boroughs against a Legion that now operates from majority position, and whether The Illusium Court can maintain even their single district when Hell no longer needs to win elections so much as not lose five simultaneously.<\/p>\n <p>Seven boroughs means The 63rd Legion now controls New Haven's government through democratic processes they participated in only to transcend.<\/p>\n <\/div>\n <\/article>\n\n <article class=\"article\">\n <h2 class=\"article-headline\">Pharmacy Opens in Gothic Mausoleum<\/h2>\n <div class=\"article-text\">\n <p><strong>Pharmacy Rises From the Dead in Ivory Quarter Cemetery<\/strong><\/p>\n <p><span class=\"drop-cap\">H<\/span>exRx has done what no other pharmacy in New Haven dared attempt\u2014converted a Gothic Revival mausoleum into a functioning dispensary, complete with prescription counter carved into crypts and medications displayed where bodies once rested in eternal slumber.<\/p>\n <p>The transformation of 55 Atlantic Avenue's Meetinghouse Cemetery mausoleum into a retail pharmacy speaks to either brilliant urban recycling or the kind of audacity that only works in a city where dimensional portals open during lunch hour. Owner Mercy has retained the original limestone walls and vaulted ceilings while installing dark wood shelving directly into the recesses that once held the departed\u2014though a neon sign helpfully notes that "Bodies and ashes have been transferred to a smaller building on the grounds," which one hopes happened before the pharmacy opened rather than during a particularly busy Tuesday afternoon.<\/p>\n <p>The vestibule maintains its Gothic Revival architecture with pointed archways and rib-vaulted ceilings, though privacy screens now curtain the glass panels and a salvaged oak bench offers respite beneath the operating hours board. The limestone floors show centuries of wear down their centerlines, polished smooth by mourners who never imagined their grandchildren would one day purchase ibuprofen where they once laid flowers. The main hall stretches beneath high vaulted ceilings, its unpainted limestone walls softened by rows of shelving built into what the architecture suggests were original burial recesses, while the prescription counter spans the rear third in walnut panels topped with marble\u2014a surface upgrade the original occupants never enjoyed.<\/p>\n <p>The inventory ranges from standard pharmacy fare to items that blur the line between medical and mystical, though given New Haven's particular demographics, the distinction hardly matters. Tramadol tablets promise to exchange "a moderate element of your pain and your sense of balance" for "flushing warmth" and "slight euphoria," while morphine comes with warnings about paradise that read more like poetry than prescription guidelines. The dispensary stocks everything from pregnancy tests to ketamine injections described as making "THE BODY A VESSEL BUT YOUR MIND NEED NOT HEAR IT," which sounds either deeply therapeutic or deeply concerning depending on your perspective. Beyond pharmaceuticals, the shop offers an eclectic mix including a prisoner's onesie named Hannibal ($10), a pink Instax camera covered in stickers ($100), and various medical implements like scalpels with wooden lamination "mimicking stake-like entry"\u2014presumably for the vampire-adjacent clientele who appreciate irony with their medical supplies.<\/p>\n <p>The decor fluctuates wildly between cheap and expensive depending on which section you wander into, suggesting either a phased renovation or an owner who prioritizes certain spaces over others. The prescription area maintains an expensive aesthetic with its walnut and marble counter, while other sections make do with cheaper furnishings that wouldn't look out of place in a discount clinic. Multiple rooms remain sparsely decorated, their HexRx signage the only indication of their pharmaceutical purpose rather than their former funerary function.<\/p>\n <p>Operating Monday through Friday from 9 AM to 7 PM (with a civilized lunch break from 1:30 to 2 PM) and Saturdays from 10 AM to 4 PM, HexRx fills a unique niche in Ivory Quarter's retail landscape\u2014where else can you fill a prescription while contemplating mortality in such literal terms? The pharmacy stands as testament to New Haven's ability to transform any space, no matter how sacred or somber, into something unexpectedly functional.<\/p>\n <\/div>\n <\/article>\n\n <article class=\"article\">\n <h2 class=\"article-headline\">Sofia's Loft: Half Empty, Fully Intriguing<\/h2>\n <div class=\"article-text\">\n <p><strong>Sofia's Beacon Street Loft Balances Athletic Ambition with Intimate Nostalgia<\/strong><\/p>\n <p><span class=\"drop-cap\">L<\/span>ook, there's something deliciously contradictory about Sofia's nine-room loft at 103 Beacon Street\u2014half the space pulses with expensive mid-century swagger while the other half sits empty as a theater between acts, creating this fascinating tension between what's been lovingly curated and what's still becoming.<\/p>\n <p>The living room announces itself as the loft's beating heart, where oak floors gleam beneath that enviable double window framing the botanical gardens like they're Sofia's personal Monet. Here's the thing about mid-century modern done right: it never shouts. The mauve sofa faces a wall-mounted 60-inch screen above a circular glass coffee table, all of it anchored by white shag that probably requires more maintenance than most people's entire homes. But it's the details that sing\u2014that egg chair positioned to catch northern light beside a 1970s stereo system, the turntable waiting beneath like analog rebellion. The walls tell stories through black and white baseball photography: Fenway Park frozen in time, the Kansas City Monarchs mid-play, the All-American Girls Professional Baseball League proving that diamonds aren't just for men. A bottle of High West Double Rye waits on a side table, suggesting evenings that unfold slowly.<\/p>\n <p>Ascending the wrought iron spiral staircase (because of course there's a spiral staircase), the master bedroom commits fully to sensual sophistication. That walnut four-poster bed commands the space beneath another generous northern window, dressed in blacks and grays with purple accents that echo the silver-over-lavender brocade wallpaper. The real conversation starters line these walls\u2014high-contrast black and white photographs of nude figures embracing, faces artfully obscured, bodies celebrated as sculpture. Walk-in closets flank the entry while a chaise lounge at the bed's foot provides the perfect perch for morning coffee or midnight contemplation. Among the personal touches: a Marucci CAT9 baseball bat (aluminum, naturally), and a collection of colored photographs whose subjects range from jellyfish encounters to catamaran adventures.<\/p>\n <p>The master bathroom splits the difference between indulgence and efficiency\u2014white tile meeting black diamond accents, that lavender floral wallpaper adding unexpected softness above the wainscoting. The waterfall shower could host a small gathering, while the Victorian clawfoot tub with brass fixtures and modern shower attachment suggests someone who appreciates both historical gravitas and contemporary convenience. The toilet's heated seat and electronic bidet remind us that luxury often lives in the details nobody discusses at dinner parties.<\/p>\n <p>Then there's the curious case of the empty rooms\u2014three of them, all maintaining that baseline cheap decor like placeholders in a manuscript. One has been transformed into a home gym where fluorescent lights illuminate serious equipment: treadmill, elliptical, spinning bike, weight bench, all arranged on padded flooring with ceiling speakers and sparring space. The mirrored wall doubles the room's visual impact while serving its practical purpose.<\/p>\n <p>The kitchen exists in some temporal confusion, listed twice with conflicting descriptions\u2014one modern and efficient with silver appliances and smoked glass cabinets, complete with that whimsical cat clock whose eyes dart while its tail wags, the other merely empty. An Italian Bomb and Foxon Park Grape Soda suggest Connecticut comfort food preferences that transcend any decorative uncertainty.<\/p>\n <p>This is a loft in active dialogue with itself, where baseball nostalgia meets nude photography, where empty rooms await their purpose while others overflow with personality, creating a downtown residence that feels less like a finished statement than an ongoing conversation about what home means when you're still deciding who you're becoming.<\/p>\n <\/div>\n <\/article>\n\n <article class=\"article\">\n <h2 class=\"article-headline\">Fight Announcer Makes Violence Theater<\/h2>\n <div class=\"article-text\">\n <p><strong>The Ring Announcer Who Turns Violence Into Vaudeville<\/strong><\/p>\n <p><span class=\"drop-cap\">S<\/span>elene transforms New Haven's underground fight culture into participatory theater, complete with betting pools, personalized fighter introductions, and construction crews on standby for inevitable structural damage.<\/p>\n <p>Her impromptu sparring session at an upscale gym demonstrated hosting instincts that elevate raw combat into crowd spectacle. "I want a clean fight. No eye-gouging. No groin-kicks. No your-mom jokes unless they're absolutely grand!" she announced, establishing ground rules that balance safety with entertainment value. The event progressed from bare-knuckle boxing through weapon demonstrations to wall-destroying brawls, each escalation carefully orchestrated while maintaining audience investment through betting encouragement and blood-chant facilitation. When Sebastian lost multiple bouts, she awarded him a "Fighting Spirit" prize, the gesture revealing someone who understands that recognition matters more than victory in social combat sports.<\/p>\n <p>The $3,763 wardrobe investment suggests practical priorities over fashion pretension\u2014clothing that survives proximity to supernatural violence while maintaining authority in rooms full of fighters. Her aesthetic choices remain undocumented in specific outfit data, though observers note she commands attention through presence rather than couture, the kind of host who makes booty shorts and boomboxes feel like deliberate artistic statements rather than wardrobe limitations.<\/p>\n <p>Her communication style blends fight promoter enthusiasm with tactical awareness. "I need a boombox. Stat. And I need Motorhead's 'The Game' playing already..!" she demanded during one bout, understanding that combat requires soundtrack. When discussing faction politics, she demonstrates similar directness: "Additionally, Thomas thinks all women should show their body to men whenever they wish for it… so Teagan and Sera got upset by it, grossed-out, and had him sex-changed via a ritual," the anecdote delivered with matter-of-fact brutality that suggests someone comfortable with both supernatural justice and its social implications.<\/p>\n <p>The Sons of Olympia connection emerges through operational details\u2014her "Sons" handling event logistics with the efficiency of people accustomed to managing illegal enterprises. "They want blood. Don't aim for jugulars, mind you.. How many of these suits do you reckon we can miss?" she asked during one weapons demonstration, the question balancing crowd satisfaction against liability concerns with practiced calculation.<\/p>\n <p>Her battlefield philosophy emerges during faction raids and supernatural encounters. "There's always a sewer level," she noted during one underground expedition, the video game reference making dimensional horror feel oddly familiar. When facing potential death, she maintains pragmatic optimism: "Jacuzzi. And booze. That's how you get two birds stoned at once," the malapropism suggesting someone who finds comfort in creature pleasures even while discussing mortality.<\/p>\n <p>The 1221 host rating reflects competent execution rather than revolutionary innovation\u2014she creates spaces where violence becomes communal experience, where fighters receive equal spotlight regardless of skill level, where destruction gets factored into event planning as inevitable rather than unfortunate. "This is going to be even more humiliating if I lose," Axle worried before his bout, the vulnerability suggesting an environment where social stakes matter as much as physical ones.<\/p>\n <p>In a city where demonic invasions interrupt dinner parties and dimensional bleeding disrupts business meetings, Selene provides structured outlets for New Haven's inherent violence, transforming inevitable conflict into scheduled entertainment that somehow makes everyone feel included in the carnage.<\/p>\n <\/div>\n <\/article>\n\n <article class=\"article\">\n <h2 class=\"article-headline\">Hand Operatives Seize Hag Staff<\/h2>\n <div class=\"article-text\">\n <p><strong>Hag Staff Secured After Forest Skirmish Near District 82<\/strong><\/p>\n <p><span class=\"drop-cap\">A<\/span> coveted Hag staff changed hands Friday evening when three faction operatives executed a precision extraction mission through misty forest terrain, their success coming after a pitched battle against devilish hag princesses and 63rd Legion soldiers that showcased both supernatural swordplay and unexpected tactical confusion from the enemy forces.<\/p>\n <p>The mission's primary objective fell to Yukino of The Hand, who secured the artifact before taking cover behind the treeline while her allies engaged hostile forces. "One finds it can be nice to watch others fight, perhaps," she observed from her sheltered position, though circumstances would soon demand her blade join the fray despite her preference for observation.<\/p>\n <p>Elaine of the Sons of Olympia transformed the forest depression into her personal arena, wielding a flaming shamshir while executing supernatural leaps that carried her between targets with devastating efficiency. Her assault began with a hag princess, twisted to slice a telekinetic, and concluded with her blade whipping across a soldier's stomach\u2014all three enemies retreating before her relentless advance. Yet despite this display of martial dominance, the remaining hag forces inexplicably bypassed Elaine entirely, converging instead on her cousin Vasilisa, who fought for The Temple with pistol and Damascus Steel Karambit in hand.<\/p>\n <p>"Don't attack our cover," Elaine warned during the engagement when friendly fire damaged their position, though the real frustration came from watching enemies ignore her completely to target Vasilisa. The Temple operative parried a brutal hag strike with perfect timing, maintaining her composure enough to joke afterward: "I do make good bait, perhaps."<\/p>\n <p>The moment prompted Yukino to abandon her observer role, stepping from cover to deliver a sharp, rising cut that finished the hag threatening Vasilisa. Her post-battle analysis proved characteristically self-deprecating: "One observes they might try to get to this unworthy one… but find this unworthy one to be… unworthy and insufficient a threat, perhaps."<\/p>\n <p>The successful extraction demonstrated unusual coordination between three separate factions\u2014The Hand, Sons of Olympia, and The Temple\u2014working in concert to secure a powerful artifact. Elaine formed a protective vanguard around Yukino for the final push to extraction, her flaming blade deterring any remaining opposition while they navigated the remaining forest distance.<\/p>\n <p>"One finds herself alright, one thinks. One observes herself finding it a little nice not needing to fight for once, if it is alright to say," Yukino reflected after reaching safety with the staff, though her intervention had proven crucial when allies needed support.<\/p>\n <p>Friday's operation adds another successful artifact recovery to New Haven's ongoing supernatural arms race, with the Hag staff now secured in The Hand's possession while the 63rd Legion nurses wounds from their failed interception attempt.<\/p>\n <\/div>\n <\/article>\n\n <article class=\"article\">\n <h2 class=\"article-headline\">Masked Casino Game Exposes Dark Secrets<\/h2>\n <div class=\"article-text\">\n <p><strong>Masked Card Game Reveals Poisonous Secrets and Bra-Wearing Finale at Bayview Casino<\/strong><\/p>\n <p><span class=\"drop-cap\">L<\/span>ook, Thursday night's game of "Past's Folly" and "Future's Folly" at a Bayview casino restaurant proved that sometimes the most dangerous games don't involve actual weapons\u2014just masks, cards, and the willingness to share that time you kissed a horse.<\/p>\n <p>Yukino's invitation to don masks and draw from mysterious decks brought together an eclectic group including Regaldo, whose text-to-speech phone would later confess equine romance, and Elaine, whose cheerful demeanor masked genuinely dark revelations. The art-deco neighborhood's casino provided the perfect backdrop for an evening that started whimsical and ended with a grown man wearing lingerie as headwear.<\/p>\n <p>Here's the thing about confession games: they reveal character in unexpected ways. When Regaldo's Past card demanded a secret, his phone announced: "One time I was trying to get someone's attention so I planted one on their horse." Meanwhile, Elaine's contribution sent chills through the room despite her bright delivery. "He died! It was the most wondrous thing…" she recounted gleefully, describing how her gossiping led to a son poisoning his father.<\/p>\n <p>The Future cards brought lighter moments, with Maricela predicting Regaldo would marry a nurse and spawn numerous offspring, while Vasilisa foresaw Yukino falling for a wine-drinking fae. Yukino herself drew a card requiring her to share something meaningful, choosing to split a "once in a lifetime" cookie with Maricela in a surprisingly tender moment.<\/p>\n <p>Vasilisa's Past confession involved her Bolshoi academy days: "I thought that the sugarplum faerie could use more sparkle so a friend and I snuck in, and folded a glitter bomb into the costume." The resulting explosion during performance meant extra practice for everyone\u2014classic ballet school mischief with consequences.<\/p>\n <p>Late arrival Boaz entered just as the game reached peak absurdity, drawing a Future card that let Yukino choose his sleeping arrangements. Her suggestion of a homeless shelter was accepted without protest, maintaining the evening's surreal hospitality.<\/p>\n <p>The night's crescendo came when Regaldo's token exchange card prompted him to give Yukino his ring. Her reciprocal offering? A white bra from her belongings, which Regaldo immediately and proudly wore atop his head for the remainder of the evening.<\/p>\n <p>Before masks were returned and the game concluded, Regaldo offered parting wisdom to their host: "Also, little miss. Stop calling yourself unworthy." Yukino's response revealed ingrained self-deprecation: "One finds herself merely of simple ability, sir Regaldo. And in certain things, one observes herself to be quite unworthy."<\/p>\n <p>Thursday's gathering demonstrated that in New Haven, even innocent card games can unveil murder confessions, glitter terrorism, and unexpected fashion statements\u2014all while maintaining perfect social decorum.<\/p>\n <\/div>\n <\/article>\n\n <article class=\"article\">\n <h2 class=\"article-headline\">Thrown Gun Destroys Cursed Earring<\/h2>\n <div class=\"article-text\">\n <p><strong>Cursed Earring Shatters After Empty Gun Defeats What Fire and Fangs Could Not<\/strong><\/p>\n <p><span class=\"drop-cap\">F<\/span>our faction operatives destroyed a supernatural entity haunting a Bayview apartment Wednesday evening, the confrontation ending when Regaldo hurled his empty pistol at a glowing red earring that had resisted both stomping and werewolf jaws.<\/p>\n <p>The group arrived at Miss Hughs' apartment building pursued by a mind-altering song that penetrated their thoughts. Rosalina attempted countermeasures with a Mozart cassette on her Walkman, declaring, "You had non idea I would learn the magic boxes of this time! Take this, song!" The classical music proved ineffective against the supernatural melody.<\/p>\n <p>Inside the apartment, they found no standard living space but a misty chapel containing a roaring pyre. A burning doppelganger of Maeve writhed on the flames while a dead congregation continued singing. Rosalina immediately unlocked her collar, transforming into a massive russet wolf to defend her companions.<\/p>\n <p>The burning duplicate attempted to plunge its charred hand into its own chest. Regaldo and Maeve both reached into the flames to stop it, suffering severe burns, before Rosalina tackled the body clear of the pyre. A shadow entity then detached from the real Maeve and possessed the burnt corpse, animating the dead congregation as shadow minions.<\/p>\n <p>"Gentlefriends, I have a bad idea," Maeve announced during the melee. Her idea proved unnecessary as the group cut through the shadow attackers with bullets, blades, and wolf fangs. The defeated minions coalesced into a towering wraith with a thousand maws, wailing the maddening song while accusing them of killing its "Mother."<\/p>\n <p>"Leave my boyfriend ALONE!" Maeve shouted as the entity attacked. The battle intensified until Axle stepped forward and unloaded his shotgun into the creature. The wraith exploded, leaving behind a single glowing red earring.<\/p>\n <p>Maeve stomped on the jewelry. Nothing happened. Rosalina crushed it between her jaws. The earring remained intact, glowing smugly on the floor. Regaldo, out of ammunition and patience, threw his empty pistol at it. The blunt impact shattered the cursed object into two mundane halves, releasing a final ghostly scream.<\/p>\n <p>The chapel illusion dissolved instantly, revealing a trashed apartment covered in blood. Rosalina shifted back to human form through a visceral transformation process. "Nicely done. I think I am done with random jewelry," Regaldo commented through his text-to-speech app.<\/p>\n <p>"Lets get out of here. I can't hear that damn song anymore, and I'm happier for it," Axle said as they departed.<\/p>\n <p>Wednesday's incident demonstrates that in New Haven, the most sophisticated supernatural threats sometimes fall to the simplest solutions\u2014like throwing an empty gun at them.<\/p>\n <\/div>\n <\/article>\n\n <article class=\"article\">\n <h2 class=\"article-headline\">Operatives Retrieve Hairpin from Biringan Depths<\/h2>\n <div class=\"article-text\">\n <p><strong>Minigun Versus Void: Five Operatives Retrieve Mystical Hairpin from Biringan's Abyssal Streets<\/strong><\/p>\n <p><span class=\"drop-cap\">T<\/span>he cobblestones of Biringan only exist when amber light touches them\u2014a detail that nearly killed Axle Friday evening before his team hauled him back from the edge of an infinite drop, his boots scraping against nothing where solid ground should have been.<\/p>\n <p>Five operatives descended into the shifting depths beneath New Haven to retrieve the Autumn Leaf Hairpin, guided by Yukino's crimson spirit butterfly that Regaldo immediately christened "Om Nom" with the casual irreverence of someone who names everything that might kill him. The creature led them through a cityscape that phased between existence and absence, where architecture flickered like a dying television signal and the darkness between streetlamps opened onto absolute void.<\/p>\n <p>"Okay. New rule. We stay in the light," Naomi declared, her detection unit confirming what their eyes already knew\u2014step outside the amber pools, fall forever.<\/p>\n <p>The ghostly cars materialized without warning, translucent vehicles hurtling through the illuminated zones while the operatives played what Regaldo called "red light green light for keeps." Camila's tactical discipline kept them moving lamp to lamp until Yukino deployed starlight magic that spawned something worse than phantom traffic: perfect duplicates of themselves racing toward the plaza where Om Nom waited.<\/p>\n <p>The clones arrived first. They dissolved into the butterfly, corrupting the tiny guide into a massive starlight predator that reared above them with consuming intent. Regaldo's minigun spoke its mechanical prayer, shredding their former guide in a sustained burst that transformed the creature's dying light into solid stone\u2014a citadel that materialized as the ground beneath them crumbled away.<\/p>\n <p>They sprinted for the fortress doors, but the stone sealed behind them, trapping Regaldo outside. His fall into the abyss sent Axle pounding bloody fists against immovable stone while inside, Yukino approached the pedestal with formal detachment. "One finds she hates this place," she observed, lifting the hairpin from its resting place as her companion presumably died beyond the walls.<\/p>\n <p>The crash through the high window interrupted their mourning\u2014Regaldo smashing through like artillery, parachute trailing, minigun still smoking from firing himself out of nothingness. "Ooooh Yea. Not even the void can stop Gods damned Regaldo!" he announced, somehow having weaponized falling into forever.<\/p>\n <p>"Only you would minigun your way out of the void," Camila told him, watching Axle scale the wall to secure their escape route through the shattered window.<\/p>\n <p>Friday's expedition into Biringan recovered the mystical artifact while establishing new operational parameters for void navigation: bring parachutes, heavy ordinance, and someone willing to shoot their way out of nonexistence.<\/p>\n <\/div>\n <\/article>\n\n <article class=\"article\">\n <h2 class=\"article-headline\">Grove Raid Nets Anti-Demon Silk<\/h2>\n <div class=\"article-text\">\n <p><strong>Black Nymph Grove Raid Yields Enchanted Silk for Anti-Legion Ritual<\/strong><\/p>\n <p><span class=\"drop-cap\">T<\/span>he mist-shrouded paths of Black Nymph Grove became a battlefield Thursday afternoon when Maricela and Yukino fought through waves of arrow-firing nymphs to secure an enchanted gossamer gown, the silk garment reportedly destined for ritualistic use against demonic forces threatening the city.<\/p>\n <p>The ambush came immediately upon entry, black-feathered arrows cutting through the grove's perpetual fog as the beautiful defenders emerged from their concealment. Yukino's response defied conventional physics\u2014a supernatural leap that carried her through the arrow storm directly into melee range, her katana already drawn and singing through the humid air. Maricela followed with her antique sword, the paired assault forcing the initial defenders into temporary retreat.<\/p>\n <p>What followed exemplified the casual brutality that defines faction operations in New Haven. While arrows continued falling around them, Maricela ducked behind a rock formation not for safety but for maintenance, methodically replacing cracked armor plates in her high-collared jacket. "I'll join ya once I get my jacket sorted," she called to Yukino, who had already pressed forward into the grove's darker reaches.<\/p>\n <p>The objective itself\u2014a black nymphgown of gossamer silk\u2014hung deeper in the grove like trapped moonlight. Yukino secured it after dispatching another defender, her formal speech patterns intact despite the violence. "One recalls this to be enchanted. One might say, someone will appreciate it in a ritual against the legion, one thinks," she explained to Maricela, who had questioned whether they'd been sent on a shopping expedition.<\/p>\n <p>The extraction brought renewed resistance from the grove's remaining nymphs, their desperation evident in the ferocity of their final assault. Maricela's response was to sheath her sword entirely, choosing instead to engage with bare hands. "Been forever since I got in hand to hand," she remarked before wrenching a nymph's arm with enough force to end that particular threat.<\/p>\n <p>Yukino's assessment came with characteristic politeness even as bodies littered the misty ground: "One finds everyone to perform very well, it seems. Miss Mari appears very impressive."<\/p>\n <p>The successful raid marks another acquisition in the ongoing preparations against legion incursions, though the cost in nymph casualties remains uncounted. The enchanted garment's specific ritual purpose remains classified, though sources suggest its gossamer threads contain properties essential for binding or banishing demonic entities.<\/p>\n <p>Black Nymph Grove remains hostile territory following Thursday's raid, its surviving defenders likely reinforcing their positions against future incursions. For Maricela and Yukino, the afternoon's work represented routine faction operations\u2014a mixture of supernatural combat, tactical improvisation, and the peculiar courtesy that somehow persists even while stealing from mythical creatures in their own domain.<\/p>\n <\/div>\n <\/article>\n\n <article class=\"article\">\n <h2 class=\"article-headline\">Temple Operatives Bungle Blade Recovery Mission<\/h2>\n <div class=\"article-text\">\n <p><strong>Temple Operatives Turn Ancient Library Skirmish Into Blade-Collecting Spree Wednesday<\/strong><\/p>\n <p><span class=\"drop-cap\">L<\/span>ook, when The Temple sends three operatives to retrieve broken blades from a sunlit field, you expect some resistance\u2014but Wednesday afternoon's three-way brawl between Temple forces, 63rd Legion soldiers, and ancient library gargoyles turned into something between a tactical disaster and a shiny-object scavenger hunt.<\/p>\n <p>The mission started promisingly enough, with Yukino demonstrating why supernatural speed beats conventional warfare every time. "One finds if everyone is a little slow, it is nice to become a broken blade collector, perhaps," she observed while breezing past the chaos to snatch three blades before anyone noticed she'd moved. The 63rd Legion soldiers, apparently realizing they'd picked the wrong fight, retreated almost immediately.<\/p>\n <p>Here's the thing about gargoyles: they hold grudges. When Regaldo opened fire to provide cover, the stone guardians ignored everything else to focus their ancient fury on him exclusively. Multiple stab wounds later, the wounded operative called out his final tactical assessment: "Well, seems like you lot should get a move on while they're focusing on me." His retreat left Yukino and Maricela to salvage the operation.<\/p>\n <p>What followed defied conventional military doctrine. Maricela holstered her firearm, drew an antique sword, and began chasing gargoyles through the field with unbridled enthusiasm. "I lowkey love these lil dudes," she declared, collecting broken blades like a magpie spotting jewelry while simultaneously dismantling stone guardians. Her assessment of the Legion's performance proved equally blunt: "I ain't sure why the Legion thought they'd be… doin' work."<\/p>\n <p>The operation's tactical brilliance emerged when Yukino discovered the gargoyles' entry point and positioned her personal security operatives\u2014yes, she brought her own backup\u2014for what she delightfully termed a gaming strategy. "One finds she found a gargoyle. One observes they might always come from here. One thinks young foreigners might say it is spawn camping, perhaps?" The coordinated strikes that followed proved devastatingly effective, with operatives timing their attacks to shatter gargoyles the moment they rounded corners.<\/p>\n <p>Wednesday's blade retrieval marks another successful Temple operation, though Regaldo's medical bills suggest future missions might benefit from clearer target prioritization. The ancient library's gargoyle population has been significantly reduced, while Yukino and Maricela extracted with pockets full of broken blades and stories about turning supernatural combat into a collecting game.<\/p>\n <p>The 63rd Legion's swift retreat raises questions about their operational readiness, though given the choice between facing Temple operatives who treat deadly combat like recreational activities, strategic withdrawal might have been their smartest move all afternoon.<\/p>\n <\/div>\n <\/article>\n\n <article class=\"article\">\n <h2 class=\"article-headline\">Foam Shark Sparks Beach Duck Waddle<\/h2>\n <div class=\"article-text\">\n <p><strong>Foam Shark Attack Triggers Mass Duck Waddle at Bayview Beach Saturday<\/strong><\/p>\n <p><span class=\"drop-cap\">A<\/span> summer beach party at New Haven Beach Cabanas devolved into synchronized waterfowl impersonation Saturday evening when Yukino's swimsuit competition inspired the entire gathering to waddle across the sand while a mysterious duck provided accompaniment.<\/p>\n <p>The afternoon started conventionally enough with guests arriving for Yukino's formal swim event at the art-deco neighborhood's shoreline. That normalcy shattered when screams of "shark" sent panic through the cabanas, only for the threat to reveal itself as Regaldo stumbling blind inside a giant foam shark head.<\/p>\n <p>"Gods damned Regaldo to some and asshole Tio to others," the trapped man announced from within the costume, his muffled voice doing little to calm the situation. Maricela's response was immediate and culturally specific\u2014threatening him with a raised chancla before he lunged for the footwear, crashed into the sand, and finally freed himself from the foam prison.<\/p>\n <p>Yukino seized the chaos to announce her planned entertainment: a swimsuit competition with cash prizes. The contestants delivered performances ranging from deliberately provocative to accidentally absurd.<\/p>\n <p>Regaldo kicked things off by reclaiming his shark head prop and gyrating to "Baby Shark" while the foam jaws bobbed in rhythm. Shiloh followed with a runway strut that culminated in what witnesses described as a flawless "Blue Steel" pose straight from Zoolander. Maricela commanded attention differently, turning to reveal an expansive black and gold lioness tattoo crowned with roses across her back. "I ain't a model, I'm a Cabrona," she declared, earning appreciative whistles from the crowd.<\/p>\n <p>Owen reluctantly joined the competition in eggplant-patterned trunks, delivering a brief twerk that seemed to surprise even himself. But the afternoon's defining moment belonged to Axle, whose duck-patterned swimwear inspired a tone-deaf, waddling rendition of "The Duck Song" that somehow summoned an actual duck from the darkness.<\/p>\n <p>The bird's appearance triggered collective madness. One by one, contestants joined Axle's waddle\u2014arms flapping, voices quacking, dignity abandoned. Even Yukino, maintaining her formal speech patterns throughout the choreographed insanity, participated in the group performance that transformed Bayview's beach into an impromptu waterfowl sanctuary.<\/p>\n <p>"Thank you. I am Quaxle Smith, and I specially appreciate you attending my Ted Talk," Axle announced after the performance, his deadpan delivery earning the evening's biggest laugh.<\/p>\n <p>Yukino responded by declaring everyone winners and transferring several hundred dollars to each participant's account before the group settled down to lobster rolls. Owen's parting comment to Maricela\u2014"You do like absolutely great. A dime for a dime"\u2014suggested the evening's absurdity hadn't diminished certain social interests.<\/p>\n <p>Saturday's beach party joins New Haven's growing catalog of events where planned entertainment surrendered to spontaneous animal mimicry.<\/p>\n <p>The duck's origin remains unexplained.<\/p>\n <\/div>\n <\/article>\n\n <\/main>\n\n <footer class=\"publication-info\">\n <p>The New Haven Chronicle • Published by the Citizens of New Haven<\/p>\n <p>For news tips and submissions, contact your local Chronicle correspondent<\/p>\n <\/footer>\n <\/div>\n<\/body>\n<\/html>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Legion Takes Two, Hell Controls Seven – The New Haven Chronicle The New Haven Chronicle Sunday, June 07, 2026 \u2190 Previous IssueMay 24, 2026 Legion Takes Two, Hell Controls Seven Legion Sweeps Tuesday Races as Hell's Control Reaches Seven Boroughs The 63rd Legion captured both…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_bbp_topic_count":0,"_bbp_reply_count":0,"_bbp_total_topic_count":0,"_bbp_total_reply_count":0,"_bbp_voice_count":0,"_bbp_anonymous_reply_count":0,"_bbp_topic_count_hidden":0,"_bbp_reply_count_hidden":0,"_bbp_forum_subforum_count":0,"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-25128","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/havenrpg.net\/newsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/25128","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/havenrpg.net\/newsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/havenrpg.net\/newsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/havenrpg.net\/newsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/havenrpg.net\/newsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=25128"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/havenrpg.net\/newsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/25128\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":25129,"href":"https:\/\/havenrpg.net\/newsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/25128\/revisions\/25129"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/havenrpg.net\/newsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=25128"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}