Missives that started the whole thing...
Baron Chaing accused Baron Gavin of misdeeds.
My Dear Friend and Cousin,
It would seem that once again your "Civic Guard" has torn down the small brick wall that I have built on the southern edges of Fair Bonwicke's borders. I will now have to rebuild it a bit further south because of the lay out of terrain. I would greatly appreciate it if in the future you would ask your "Civic Guard" to refrain from tearing up my small fence...and from raiding the area.
I am and remain humbly yours in service,
HE Chiang
5th Baron of Bonwicke


Baron Gavin reponds to Baron Chiang's allegations
Good and Noble Brother and Cousin,
If you are not capable of protecting your lands against raiders of any kind, perhaps you should instate a guard of your own since I know of none currently serving in this position. However, now that we’ve come to the point of building walls, this action has come to disturb me greatly. I find it wholly inappropriate that one should divide our fair kingdom with a wall, be it one of wattle-and-daub, of stone and mortar, or a white picket fence. If you should be so callous as to offend those who have so staunchly supported you in the past, then I will not stop my Civic Guard from tearing down a wall which divides our fair kingdom.
Though if you are truly searching to seek offence – your tone when you refer to my “Civic Guard” is an insult not only to me but to the whole Shire; I would pit my Civic Guard against you and yours any day. In fact, I invite the rest of the kingdom of Ansteorra to stand with the Shire of Trelac, and let us teach this wayward, wall-building Baron his place and that no wall, no matter how high and of what materials made, may divide this fair kingdom!
So in language you might understand, Your Excellency…Bring it, y’all! Neener-neener!
Baron Gavin
Seneschal - Trelac

Centurion Gerold takes offense to current happenings.
Unto his Excellency Chaing 5th Baron of Bonwicke,
I find myself disturbed as the definition of your southern borders of Bonwicke seems to be, in point of fact, the fair Shire in which I reside and equally disturbed that "farther south due to the terrain" seems to be, in fact, through the middle of MY HOME. But do not think that I bear you singly to blame in this matter because what you lightly refer to as "tearing down", I have noted with alarm as burning and destroying in the manner of scorched earth, and the area you say is being raided is again MY HOME!
Now I do not know who is leading these heinous and destructive raids, but when I stop to think of who in the south could do such a thing, one name springs to mind (ok, 2 names but I know I didn't do it)... especially since part of my burnt home has now been painted green and white. If you, O' Yankee Chinaman, cannot find another way to settle your differences with the Scottish Redneck, may I at least ask that you both find another venue, as what is left of my hall does not have enough room for one army much less TWO!
Another thing, while I understand that civic improvements, such as the wall you are building in the middle of my home, cost money, is it really necessary for your tax collectors to attempt to seize my burning home in the name of back taxes? By the way, the last one that came by should be back soon; the new limp is slowing him down.
Centurion Gerold Von Drachenhohle
Knight Marshal Blacklake

News Reports from onsite heralds:
This year a number of changes occurred within the western region and it dramatic impacted the social and economics of the residents of the former Western Region. It started when tensions between Trelac and Bonwicke began to mount over the building of the wall by Bonwicke. This wall building and its subsequent vandalism by unknown parties had people suspicious and hostile towards their neighbors. Tensions and acts of violence began to increase as an unseasonably hot and dry season led to a grain shortage which resulted grain prices tripling within a few months.
This high cost of grain led area residents to trade their feed guzzling horses in exchange for the more feed efficient donkey. Grain shortages also led to beer shortages, and without the calming effects of beer, people’s tempers began the flair. Amidst graffiti, a “war of words” between Bonwicke and Trelac began to appear on the newly constructed Bonwicke wall. Slogans like “Bonwicke Bites,” “Trelac’s Trite,” and “My Baron Can Woopeth Thy Baron” had residents worried this war words between Trelac and Bonwicke might result in real fighting. A cleanup effort was organized by residents.
For a time, it looked like actual war between Bonwicke and Trelac might be averted. This optimistic view was held by those who realized that the war machines of both coincidentally and simultaneously broke down. In Trelac’s case it was due to a worn out baron, while in Bonwicke’s case it was a broken chiang drive. Relations between Trelac and Bonwicke improved and people began to suspect that many of the area’s troubles could be laid to rest at feet of foreign interests and the mysterious Lord Donald Keyes. Only a few weeks ago it was learned indeed there was a Donald Keyes. He was an ex privateer, living in England. Furthermore, it was learned that Lord Keyes had a reputation for being a ruthless and unconscionable businessman, and that he had private army numbering in the hundreds. As head of a multi corporate conglomerate Business Empire, it was suspected Lord Keyes may have had designs for himself on the former Western Region.
Lord Keyes was arrested and was in transit to Trelac for questioning about his activities and his relationship to Won Flung Dung, when he escaped. This couldn’t have happened at a worst time because, within days of his escape and only a short week ago, Lord Fun Shui a influential member of the Court of Bonwicke was found dead from a knife wound to the chest. In one of his hands he clutched a piece of white cloth, in the other a piece of blue. People in Bonwicke immediately forgot their suspicions about Donald Keys and foreign involvement in the area’s troubles and instead turned their blame and their anger back toward Trelac, thus resulting in the Gothic War XVII.
Mr. Dung was arrested by the Trelac Guard when he was found in the vicinity of Centurion Gerold’s house after it was burned and its walls smeared with donkey poo. At the time of arrest, Dung was dressed as a Trelac Tax collector and smelled of poo. Under interrogation, Dung admitted to impersonating and trying to illegally collect taxes. He also admitted to certain general havoc within the region. He claimed he had been hired to do so by a Don Keys. Dung was unable or unwilling to divulge more information. Trelac Guard issued an “all points bulletin” and has sought to find Lord Keys and question him about his possible local business dealings and his alleged relation to a Won Flung Dung ever since Mr. Dung’s arrest.
News has reached Trelac that Lord Keys might be found skulking about at the War. Charges against Lord Keys include crimes of illegal arms sales, war profiteering, inciting riot and insurrection, unfair business and trade practices, and withholding money from the Crown. The last charge may be the most serious for Lord Keys. Once found, Don Keys will be brought immediately before the Royal Court of Ansteorra for judgment.