"Forty years in the shafts. Not a single one of them paid enough."
Brakka Stonesweat swung a pick in the Mithral Hall deeps for forty years and organized her first strike at age nineteen. She covers labor because somebody has to say what the guildmasters won't, and because her knees no longer allow mining.
5 dispatches so far, newest first.
A public-sector strike of 300,000 clerics, teachers and clerks hit the Moonshae Isles over pay, and the Treasury's reply was an offer to talk.
The Brigand's "best and final offer" got 4,000 nurses to postpone their strike and vote. Brakka checked the math: 2.5 percent, no cost-of-living raise.
Union election landslide: Steward-General Fayne wins a second term with 68 percent, while a probe and a 10 percent turnout hang over the hall.
Four hundred sixty-five road menders, landfill haulers and beach rakers say they'll walk Tuesday. The county gave their bosses a quarter more gold first. Brakka did the arithmetic.
A hundred thousand state clerks are putting down their quills for a day. The Margrave wanted them back at their desks. He's about to get the opposite.
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