Out with the old…
In the years preceding the the old city’s fall, seafaring gypsies of unknown origin began migrating to Cairnspeak. When asked, the gyspy elders would speak shortly and curtly of being driven from their homeland by war and famine. Dark and stoic, they often drew suspicious glares and peopled the gossip of the wealthiest inns and taverns of the city. However, being humans, and hardworking labourers at that, their place in the city was generally accepted. Settling in the poorer parts of the city with large family dwellings, the Kalyzti migrants mostly kept away from the non-related families that arrived.
As Lord Ivan’s war of revenge faltered, he turned to the de facto spokesman of the gyspy community with the intention of conscripting the adult men into service. Victor Virov, a craftsman of much repute among his people, refused the Lord’s request, citing prior legislation that had prevented anyone of gypsy blood from enlisting in the city garrison. Evoking great wrath from Yvan, Virov nonetheless led his people into exile in the south, building a temporary encampment near Lake Loramir. Though adept at hunting, trapping, and wilderness survival, the Kalyzti of Cairnspeak had clearly grown weary of wanderlust and wished deeply for a permanent home. As the snow melted under spring’s warm sun, they found what they sought.
The survivers of the war tried valiantly to rebuild the city, led by the efforts of Aaron Kuromane, the young nephew of the deceased Lord, and the devote Bishop Gallen. The people struggled to survive amidst a rash of deaths due to an unidentified illness and a high frequency of madness; even the previously safe streets bore the occasional outright murder.