|
Writer: Scorn
Date Tue May 22 00:23:49 2001
To all
Subject The Battle of Arkane (Coalition vs Marauders part 3)
Crossbowmen, Infantry and Archers all complained of being seperated from
the main forces. Pyros' wall of flame had successfullt cut them off.
Confusion also set in. Just who exactly were the reds fighting for?
The cut off units had little time to complain. From the southern forest ran
in 2 units of Marauder axe wielders. They watsed no time in slicing through
the archers. Pyxen, as all kender, felt no fear and he approached Cromlek.
Pyxen aimed his crossbow at Cromlek with perfect accuracy. With quick
reflexes, Cromlek parried the arrow with his great axe. He followed the
parry by raising the axe behind his head and lunging it into the skull of
Pyxen. This kender was sent on his final adventure.
The axe wielders defeated the archers and corssbowmen with little
resistance. The two units then ganged on the sole Coalition unit remaining
outside the city gates, an Arkanian infantry unit led by the kender Pepe.
Unusual for a kender, Pepe was skilled with the sword. Many times he
narrowly avoided the swipes of axes and countered with skilled thrusts of
his blade into the sides of Marauder men. One by one Pepe's unit was
falling. Pyros's flame had burned down quite a bit and the battle outside
the city walls was visible to the fighting armies inside. Cerias, a
marauder axe wielder cornered Pepe with a combination attack of two small
axes. Pepe's blade parried the strongest swipe, but his blade shatted into
peices. Pepe knew it was his time to die. Without fear he watched the axe
of Cerias raise up above him.
The loud niegh of a mount hurdeling the flames caught Cerias's attention.
His reaction to this event was too late. The New Thalos Knight Faelson had
lept on his mount over the flames. With sword drawn to his side he slashed
Cerias in the front middle of his throught. Cerias died choking on his own
blood.
The axe wielders surrounded the Knight and Pepe. They could not defend
against them all. Luckily for them, Althainian Calvary led by Epyon and
Lenith came to the rescue. Aside from a few mounts with missing limps, the
Calvary rode through the axe wielders ending their domination.
The forces rejoined the other inside the Arkanian south gate and full battle
was restored for many more hours. It wasn; t until an hour after nightfall
that the Marauders forces were forces to retreat to the northern part of the
city. The hurting Coalition did not pursue and both sides made camp well
equipped with scouts and guards. For the remainder ofthe night, this city
was to be divided.
Under the night sky, not a cloud was in sight, dark or white. The only
thing to be seen was the bright light that seemed to grow brighter from the
heavens each day, and a white and red moon.
(End of Day 5)
Writer: Maalthiir
Date Fri Jun 1 14:05:26 2001
To All
Subject The Battle of Arkane (Coalition vs Marauders part 4) Day - 6
The dawn light was barely more that a hint on the horizion when around
the makeshift camp soldiers began to prepare themselves for what would come.
From across town all was eerily silent, no echos bounced through the streets
from still occupied northern half of Arkane. Nothing that would give hint
of the Marauders plans. All around men gathered their arms and armor and
began to form into their units. Sub- commanders oversaw the preperation as
the unit commanders were recieving their days orders in the coalition
headquarters tent. Soon they were ready and they marched off to with the
hopes of ending the seige before dawnfry of the next day.
Executioner Zaratal took his unit of macemen down a dark alley heading
towards main street. Their orders were to hold their assigned block from
advancing coalition forces. Zaratal nodded towards Sagar and the unit
sub-commander motioned one of the young macemen ahead to scout. They
watched carefully as he crept towards the end of the block and dissapeared
around the corner. A few minutes later they heard the all clear signal and
set out once again. As they neared the next cross-street a distant thunder
could be heard. A thunder that was coming closer and fast.
The calvary spurred their horses around the corner and began their charge.
Before them the suprised unit of macemen scrambled backwards and sideways in
an effort to find sanctuary from the oncoming slaughter and a fortified
place to strike at the passing flanks of the mounted unit. Executioner
Zaratal found himself pressed into a doorway by two men from his unit. He
watched as down the street his men were mowed down, their bodies cut and
broken by the hooves of the heavy warhorses after they had been impaled by
the wall of lances. Behind him the door gave way and he fell into a
deserted shop. The two men with him saluted him briefly and then closed the
door. Through the window he watched as they strode out to buy their
commander time to flee and report. He rushed up the stairs and onto a small
balcony just in time to see Sagar throw his mace at Epyon before he was
ridden down. Cursing the coalition forces he climbed up to the rooftop and
made his way back towards the Marauder camp.
Writer: Maalthiir
Date Fri Jun 1 15:33:48 2001
To All
Subject The Battle of Arkane (Coalition vs Marauders part 5) Day - 6
Across town E'lun and Braxis led their calvary down a wide avenue.
Ahead the streets were clear. The shops and homes along the sides had been
evacuated and little zephyrs swirled ash and dirt around. Occasionally the
neigh of one of the warhorses would break the monotony of their clicking
hooves on the cobblestones.
Out of nowhere the doors along the sides burst open and a unit of Marauder
pikemen charged out catching the coalition calvary unawares. Over half the
calvary were slaughtered before they had a chance to fight back. Nihknor
yelled orders at his pikemen and they closed ranks and began to assault the
remaining calvary. It was a bloody battle but closed in on both sides with
no place to turn and no room to build up speed all advantage of the calvary
was gone. E'lun called for a retreat and the pitifully remaining few
charged into the rear line of pikemen. Nihknor and Skeler congratulated
their men as the four surviving coalition calvary raced back the way they
had come.
As the morning wore on the skirmishes continued all across town, neither
side really gaining an advantage. Towards noon things had begun to look
like they might remain slack for the remainder of the day. The heat had
begun to get to Tobii and his unit of infantry. It was all they could do to
keep their post and not go seeking a shady place to relax. A noise down the
way caught Tobii's attention. Around the bend halfway up the block a unit
of knights came into view. The baliforian infantry unit charged to meet
them screaming battle cries and taunts. The knights led by Captain Chroak
and Brox met the infantry with determination and hatred burning in their
eyes. Tobii fighting his way through the men met came face to face with
Brox and engaged the knight's second in command. The battle was heated and
the outnumbered knights fought well. Around them lie scattered the bodies
of fallen infantrymen. Brox tripped over one of the corpses at his feet and
sprawled backwards on the street. Tobii lept over him and the downstroke of
his blade nearly cleaved Brox in half, or would have if Captain Chroak
hadn't stepped in and stabbed him through the heart at the pinnacle of his
upswing. Their commander fallen, the infantry redoubled their efforts. It
was to no avail. The knights slaughtered the remaining infantry in a matter
of minutes.
General Ha'thorne and Cromlek were discussing the best way to hold their
position. Behind them Lynader was directing the infantry in fortifying the
street as the crossbowmen under Velkyn's watchful eye took positions behind
overturned wagons piles of crates. Suddenly a massive fireball slammed into
the building to their left. From around the corner stepped a kender mage
who had begun chanting another spell. Ha'thorne and a few of the quicker
reacting infantry charged towards Calinde just as the warcry of a brigade of
knights led by Faelson came rushing in from behind the crossbowmen. The
crossbowmen turned and began firing into the knights as they came within
range. The knights pushed forward until the first of their ranks reached
the rear of the crossbowmen. At these close quarters the crossbowmen were
forced to use melee weapons and were greatly outmatched by the knights. The
infantry, led by Lyander turned and charged into the battling knights and
crossbowmen. General Ha'thorne ran at breakneck speed toward Calinde, as
she was finishing the words to her spell he threw his full weight into her
body. They slammed togther into the wall. Calinde crumpled as Ha'thorne
stepped back and fell to the ground as she desperatly fought to refill her
lungs with air. Stepping away Ha'thorne swung his blade back and hacked
into Calinde repeatedly. Behind him the last of the crossbowmen was cut
down by the knights and his infantry were in bad shape. Lyander called a
tactical retreat and was suprised as the knights didn't press their
advantage. Ha'thorne and Lyander led the men down sidestreets and alleys
until as evening was falling they reached the fallback point.
Writer: Maalthiir
Date Fri Jun 1 16:36:36 2001
To All
Subject The Battle of Arkane (Coalition vs Marauders part 6) Day - 6
At the fallback point Ha'thorne, Lyander, and the surviving members of
their unit met up with Jalas, Lasced, and their unit of archers who had been
routed by a unit of knights, and Wrylock, Crolang, and their unit of pikemen
who had also been routed by coalition forces. General Ha'thorne took stock
of the situation and fortified his position. The infantry and pikemen he
placed on the sides and the archers were placed in the middle. Guards were
posted to keep watch and let the men get a bit of rest. The sun had begun
to set and the day was almost over. Tensions were running high and there
had been no word from the other units stationed in Arkane or from command
headquarters.
A guard ran up to General Ha'thorne and reported that a force of infantry
and what looked to be local militia has been spotted heading towards their
position. The unit commanders looked eager to put their combined forces
against the coalition militia and infantry. The Marauder forces dug in and
waited for what would easily be a victory to turn in on.
The Arkanian soldiers headed up the street. They knew what was ahead of
them, their scouts had reported the three enemy units falling back to that
position. Purrin took his infantry unit and headed for the right side of
the enemy position and Kodi and Rhyanna headed left. Soon a shower of
arrows arced out from behind the makeshift embankment. Several arrows found
their targets and troops fell in both the militia and the infantry. But by
then the embankment had been reached. The infantry clashed with the pikemen
and the din of battle drowned out all else. The militia surged into the
ranks of the Marauder infantry and frenzy broke out . Fighting for their
homes, their families, and their sense of nation, a bloodlust seized the
militia and they became as one. As one they surged through and over the
Marauder infantry, hacking, slashing, tearing with their hands when
disarmed, they decimated the infantry, and then began to surge through the
archers. The pikemen seeing their infantry destroyed with such rage lost
heart and the coalition infantry led by Purrin swarmed over them. The
Marauder unit commanders seeing their troops cut down, their fortifications
overcome, and the sun descending left their remaining troops to buy some
time and raced towards Marauder headquarters. (End day 6)
Writer: Scorn
Date Wed Jun 6 23:20:50 2001
To all
Subject Kwars Day 7 (short and to the point)
As dawn neared, the Coalition army prepared for the next days battle.
It never came. Marauder headquarters had ordered the remaining of their
troops home. Akane was once again in control of its own destiny.
(Day 7 over, Arkane/Coalition wins the battle)
Writer: Scorn
Date Sun Jun 10 01:27:28 2001
To all
Subject The Signs of the Dark God
Malachive paid his fare and stepped onto the ship headed for Icewall. He
understood not why he was going there, only that he must do this. His dark
dreams demanded the trip.
Many passengers attempted small talk with this tall and handsome young man,
but Malachive said little and always ended up walking to a more remote part
of the ship. Staring down into the ocean depths Malachive spotted something
odd.
"A white Dragon is swimming underneath us. Should I....? No, it will make
no comotion. Somehow I feel as if I am being escorted to this icy place.
"
"Sir? Would you like anything to drink? Perhaps some wine? "
A stewart on the ship had found Malachive, but he still was not in the mood
for company or pleasantries.
"No thank you! " replied Malachive.
"I understand, sir. Nice day isn't it? Nice and clear from out here from
the sea. Sometimes, during the right time of day, the new light from the
sky everyone is talking about makes marvelous design on the waters. Sir...?
"
Without saying a word, Malachive walks away.
"He has a lot on his mind for such a young man. Must be from Arkane and is
fleeing the bloodshed they had. "
The ship had docked on Icewall and just as malachives dream had told him to
do, he spent 3 days finding the highest peak in Northern Nordmaar. The
climb would have surely killed or injured normal men. But alas, he had made
it.
"Now what? " Malachive asked out loud.
"I DID AS THE DREAM SAID! I AM HERE!! WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT DO YOU WANT
WITH ME?? "
Malachive looked around him. Nothing moved and all was quiet. All he could
see was a dark eboiny castle in the far distance that seemed to almost hide
itself in the mountainous regions and the huge ball of light that had sparks
everyones interest since it mysteriously appeared in the sky months ago.
"Do not yell, my son. For I can always hear you. " said a voice from
behind him.
Malachive turned around and saw a man. This man had gotten to the top of
the mountain with no noise and no footprints in the snow. He looked like an
Ogre with the exception that this Ogre spoke without his mouth moving and
unlike most Ogre, he lacked the dull dim witted look. His arms and chest
were very well muscleled and his hair was full and black. The Ogre looked
noble. "Perhaps a king" Malachive thought to himself.
"Nay, not a King. A God and your very father. Since you were placed upon
this world you have always been blessed. Your mental and physical abilites
have always been above anyone you've known. At times, you've made the
objects of your imagination appear before you. You've noticed the demons
and the dragons watching you with interest. You ARE the son of Necrucifer
and you are here to rule this world. "
Again, the voice came with no movement from the Ogre's mouth. Malachive
stood in bewilderment. Everything the ogre said was true but Malachive had
always assumed he was perhaps a gifted mage, born with stronger abilities
than most men.
The voice began again.
"It is time for you to realize your true power. You can change anything
about yourself you wish. Your skills and spells will form as often as you
wish them. You are a GOD, my son. But upon this world you are also mortal.
If you die to the hands of a mortal you are dead for good. Be prepared.
Danger will come at you from al directions, even from those you trust. Rule
not with empathy or compassion but with MIGHT and WILL. Your time to rule
begins today. You will know what to do, the barrier of your human mind will
be lifted after todays events. Do well, my son. Everything in my power
will be at your command less they wish my wrath upon them. "
The Ogre turns his head towards the great light in the sky and grinned.
Malachive looked to the sky only to see the light grow brighter. He turned
back to the Ogre only to find him gone, quietly and without any trace.
"This can't be! " Malachive said outloud.
A echoing BOOM from the heavens disturbed his train of thought as the great
light erupted into the sky of Alrogon. A huge ball of flame flew through
the sky leaving dark smoke and particals of debree behind its path. The
great meteor roared with a loudness that would drown out even the largest of
dragons. As it passed over Malachive the light from it's flame lit up the
entire land around him.
"Dae'tok! It is heading for Dae'tok! " Malachive said with a self
surprising excitment.
The meteor hit the earth right in the general location of the Dae'tok
kingdom. A great wave of light in all directions removed several mountain
ranges and shook the earth. A huge mushroom cloud of devestation rose high
into the sky.
Days passed but they seemed only like moments for Malachive. As Necrucifer
told him, his mind was now free from the limitations of his human form. He
understood much about the world and who he was and what was expected at him.
The mysteries to the universe were no longer unknown to him. Today was the
begining of his new life and he knew what he must do.
Writer: Scorn
Date Mon Jun 18 11:58:23 2001
To all
Subject Malachive begins his plans.
Malachive walked through the rubble of what was once Dae'tok. What was
once the most powerful Empire in the world was now a pile of rock. No one
within hundreds of miles had survived the hit. Other Icewall kingdoms such
as Ganth and Nordmaar had even felt the aftershocks. Snow was melted,
oceans flooded kingdoms as far as New Thalos and Arkane. This was truely a
devestating impact and it could have been a lot worse.
Malachive was now unburdened by the limitations of the mortal mind. He
knows the secrets to many things beyond mortal comprehension but still, as
anyone around his age of 20 years, he couldn't peice a lot of things
together.
"Of my father wants me to conquer this world, why not just throw a meteor at
all kingdoms who resist?" He thought.
"Indeed." Said a voice from behind him.
Malachive had sensed no one near him, so he knew whoever this voice came
from was a God of some type.
A woman with pale skin and long black hair stood with more beauty in her
smile than all wonders of the world combined. Instantly, Malachive
recognized her.
"Mother!" Malachive said with a boyish excitement.
Drakkara embraced her son and for a moment one would never know the evil
within these two hearts.
"You do not know the trouble your father went through getting the rock to
land. The same people who would see you dead everything they could to stop
it. So now the respoibility is yours to conquer the world. And while I
would have you off this world safe, these events must come to pass" Drakkara
said.
"I guess I can understand that. Already there are many who attack me."
Malachive replied. "Elves, Knights and even kingdoms have come for my head.
If not protected by your Black Tower and some of the Demons, my life would
already be at an end.
"And what of the immortals? The ones who suck life to substain their own?"
"The vampires? Mother, they have long forgotten their dark gift as a prize
to be cherished. They have long stopped being thankful for eternal life and
umortal powers. They are a lost cause. I have hope for many, but only a
few of those are worthy of their gift. And I do mean a seldom few."
"Perhaps you should teach them a lesson? "
"Can I?" Malachive paused for a moment. "I'm still getting used to this.
My powers grow daily and I am coming to nderstand it's limits are far beyond
what I imagined."
Drakkara grinned an evil smile. "The first steps have been taken. The rest
is your responsibility. I will help guide you all that I can, but you
should know that the more your father and I involve ourselves, the more the
others will become involved as well. Even the neutral Gods fear you and
will do what they must to kill you. We created you without their permission
nor their council. Howeverm you were created with purpose and as my son you
have all of the tools to ensure our victory. You know what to do."
In an instant, she was gone.
"Indeed mother, indeed. The beginning of the end is now and I know just how
to start. " Malachive, his eyes a flaming black.
Writer: Scorn
Date Sat Aug 11 20:15:46 2001
To all
Subject The Challenger.
"Thank you all for coming, but Ah bae afraid me news nute bae good news."
Randorf said from behind a desk in front of the Press filled room. Sitting
next to him was a Human holding a highly polished AGL World Championship
belt over his shoulder. Nashkell, the Warlock looked around the room calmly
as he studied each member of the press.
"Nashkell has nae opponent for thae end weeks card. And if you ask mae, ah
think all thae Contender bae ducking him!" Randorf spoke with in a tone
that made his aggrivation very public.
A skinny elven reporter raies his hand and then spoke.
"But Baron, the Champion has yet to even defend his title. And he's been
Champion for almost two months. So why would people have reason to be
frightened of him?"
Nashkell showed no emotion at the coment, but the comment clearly fired
Randorf up. Especially coming from an Elf.
"Cause he bloody whooped up on Maxx, who everyone feared. Nashkell bae a
tactical mastermind! Thae know when they fight him, it nute bae brawn vs
brawn, but it bae his wits yae need ta defeat."
Nashkell spoke.
"The fact of the matter is, all of us, myself included, was surprised to see
Maxx fall that night. His skill was apparent, but I had time to study his
moves, his reliance on a few skills, and having studied the history of the
Yinn in battle, especially against Nordmaar, I was able to conceive and
enact a series of tactics that kept his skills minimized while my own
optimized. In the end my concept proved correct and the Slayer was
defeated. Now I'm not saying that I am worthy of wearing this title, but I
am willing to put my tact on the line. There are many in this league who
can beat me on brute force alone... Luckily I don't rely on brute force.
From the formation of the lands of Serpantol to the Baliforian armies
pushing out the Marauder brutes, history is filled with the stories of those
who can overcome odds to succeed...
We shall see how history remembers me."
The members of the press jotted furiously on their scrolls as Randorf stood.
"Thute bae all, thanks ta yae all for cumen juss ta hear bad news. I
would..."
A thick Nordmaar accent interupted Randorf.
"Ah've cume ta fight."
One of the members of the press recognized him. "Torin! Great! Warlock vs
Warlock!"
Randorf grinned.
"Ah'm nute ah Warlock, ah'm an Alchemist and ah'll thank yae to learn tha
difference."
Noticing the scrapes on Torin's knuckles, the reporter understood he was
more than just an alchemist as well.
"Waell, cune ah fight or nay?" Torin asked Randorf.
"Aye lad, aye. You cune fight em." Randorf said with a smile.
A kender reporter raised his arm and spoke "Nashkell, you're going to fight
now! Isn't that great?"
"I look forward to the challenge of facing someone born into a war
experienced people such as the Nords. Raije would be pleased." Nashkell
responded.
"Excellenet, the Champion will face his top Contender Torin in ah Warlock vs
War.. Alchemist match! See yae all at thae Arena." Randorf said with
visions of gold in his head.
Writer: Scorn
Date Tue Nov 13 19:50:48 2001
To all
Subject ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT!!!
The main event of tonights AGL had just ended. The Baron's VIP room
hosted the King and Queen of Verminasia and the other people
invited by the Baron, Gatha, Alaquane, and Jarlaxle.
The Baron walked ot the center of the Arena raising the still Althainian
Champion's arm as the fans cheered Bupu. The Black Robed Champion collected
her 25 eggs and Baron Randorf headed back to the plush VIP box seats to see
his guests off.
Out of the doorway as Randorf walked back in ran a black clad man, standing
5 feet in height.
With a dagger in hand, the man lunged for King Andelas' throat. Andelas
quickly raised his arm and the dagger sank into it causing blood to spurt
onto Randorf's curtains. The assassins momentum carried the King of
Verminasia over the seats out of the arena.
As the two men fell several feet to the ground, the Queen screamed.
"Baruch!!!!" She screamed in terror.
"I am here, my Queen".
Baruch looked over the side of the arena wall and sighed.
Down below, the two bodies crashed into the ground. The assassin lost his
dagger on impact and Andelas lost his consciousness. Without a weapon, the
assassin began to choke the remaining life out of Andelas with the strength
he hadn't lost in his fall.
Baruch, an agile Jongleur, tied Randorfs blood stained curtain to a heavy
throne arm and swung himself below to the ground. The assassin released
Andelas, still alive and kicked Baruch in the front of the face before he
had a chance to react. Falling backwards, Baruch flipped backwards drawing
his sword in the same movement. Surprising the Assassin, Baruch drove the
sword into the shoulder of the would be assassin. The assassin stumbled
backward and quickly disappeared as if he were summoned.
The Verminasia guard poured onto the scene and took their injured, but alive
King to safety.
Writer: Scorn
Date Thu Nov 15 22:12:50 2001
To all
Subject The Joys of Having a Kingdom
King Vangar Silverwolfe looked at the map. No, it cannot be placed
there. We already have plans for..."
The King was interupted by a commotion outside. He looked out of his window
to see several guards forcefully detaining a man cloaked in black. On the
man's back were several tools that appeared to be meant for scaling walls.
Upon inspection was 7 extremely sharp daggers and a long bow and quiver of
what smelled like poison tipped arrows nearby.
"Bring him to me!" Demanded the King.
The guards brought the now prisoner up to the King's meeting room. There,
two guards restrain the prisoner as Vangar aproaches him.
The prisoner was uncommonly tall. The only other feature behind the black
clothing was the eyes, as black as onyx.
"Unmask him." The King ordered.
A guard grabbed his mask and begin to pull before a great rumbling shook the
castle's foundation. Wind, snow and hail swarmed into the window pelting
everyone in the room. As quickly as it began, the unnatural storm stopped
and the prison was unguarded. Vangar drew his sword and lunged it at the
black clad man, who quickly side stepped it. Without any weapon to fight
back, the man struck back with his feet and landed a crunching blow to the
private section of the King, who buckled in pain. As the guards stood and
drew their weapons, the would be assassin lept from the window barely
getting off a 'fly' spell before htting the ground, cushioning his fall.
"Sire, are you alright?" a concerned guard asked the King.
"Yes" the King replied in a higher than normal voice. "Find out who that was."
Writer: Scorn
Date Fri Jan 25 21:06:01 2002
To all
Subject Assassination of a Queen?
A slender elf, with a cheerful expression on his lightly tanned face. He
has shortly trimmed brown hair, half covering his pointed ears. There is
warpaint on his face. He is dressed in a thin green shirt and matching
shorts. His arms and legs are slender and bare. In his right hand is a
slender dagger.
He walked through the trees searching for the intruder. It was odd that he
heard no footsteps. A trail of blood was all he had. From the way the
blood was splashed onto the leaves, it suddenly made sense. The Assassin
was flying.
With bow in hand, Eajl Sha'falas Luiril looked up. There on a limp stood a
black clad figure with bow in hand. The assassin, realizing it had been
spotted, drew its bow quickly and fired a shot off at Eajl.
Eajl could hear the arrow whistling down on him. He tumbled foward with
traditional quick elven movement and the arrow only grazed his back. The
cut on his back began to burn immediatly. It was not a burn that would
normally accompany torn flesh, but something different.
Eajl realized that these arrows were poison tipped. Another arrow whizzed
by his head, missing its mark and quickly another was on target for his
chest. Eajl swung his large sword in a swift movement knocking back the
arrow. It was more luck than skill, a reaction. Resheathing his sword,
Eajl grabbed his bow and fired off 3 shots in unison like only an elf could.
The first two arrows missed their mark but the third nailed the assassin in
the thigh.
The assassin reacted quickly by throwing down a ball of some sort which
exploded into a tremendous amount of smoke. When it cleared, the assassin
was gone.
Eajl ran back to where he left the Queen. Rhiadora was unharmed,
unscratched. She was kneeling by the bodies of 3 of her personal guard.
She looked up at Eajl with eyes full of tears.
Writer: Scorn
Date Mon Jan 28 20:48:01 2002
To all
Subject Assassination!
Smoke and ash filled the air from the Royal families chambers. As the
guards broke their way intot he inferno no one was found. No charred
remains, no stench of death and no screams were heard. It was puzzeling.
"Search the Palace, they must be somewhere. The King and Queen MUST be
found." The Guard was very concerned. The palace was ablaze yet the people
he swore his life to protect were nowhere to be found. With haste, he made
his way through each room. His heart sank with every empty room.
"Kidnapped perhaps?" He thought to himself. As he strolled through the
courtyard he came upon a large crowd.
"What is going on here?" The guard shouted. He looked up and then without
being able to breathe, he dropped helplessly to his knees.
On top of the Cities gates were strung two bodies, both with multiple arrows
stuck in them.
King Andelas and Queen Azhiraz had been assassinated, and Verminasia was in
shock.
Writer: Scorn
Date Fri Feb 8 15:07:14 2002
To all
Subject Nadrik displeases?
The Angel stood by his creator, he head down in both reverance and
disapointment.
"I know not else to do, my Lord" the Angel said, his voice filled wth gloom.
"I do not wish to give up on them, but it is my opinion that the powers you
grant these Paladins seem to work more for evil than for good. I can
personally punish the offenders if you wish? Kill them perhaps? For
killing them would no different than slaying evil."
"Nay. stated the voice of the God of Honor. "I will handle this personally."
Writer: Scorn
Date Mon Aug 12 13:59:12 2002
To all
Subject The Prophecy Begins
The Troops had set up a formidable base camp and the commanders had
everything arranged down to the detail. As the General marched his black
horse through the formations of soldiers, his approval was written all over
his face. Sharply turning his horse around he began to speak in a loud and
clear voice.
"I need not remind each of you what is to come. Our Lord's time is almost
at hand and each of you will have a part in shaping the history of the
entire world. You've done a superior job in establishing a base camp and I
am very proud of you. However, our task here is incomplete. We will be
establishing a barracks and you can expect recruits to come in by the
hundreds. They will be housed, they will be trained and above all, they
will be disciplined. Those who fail will not be allowed to go home; they
will be slain for their weakness. All of you have proven strong, so expect
the same standards from any recruit for if they fail, they are the enemy."
The General galloped away followed by his aids and commanders all on
horseback. The officers commanded the troops to return to their daily
tasks.
A man in dark robes walked before the camp's commander, a white furred
Minotaur known only as Colonel Skurn.
"About time you came, wizard." Skurn growled to the mage.
"I had previous orders to attend to." The hooded mage offered as an
explanation.
"No matter." Skurn replied. "Can you develop what the General has asked of
you?"
"It's possible." The mage replied.
"Then we shall collect that which is needed, mage. You may develop a
workshop within the caves; just make sure you keep those things far away
from the rest of us, understood?" Skurn said without emotion.
"It's understood, Colonel. However, I have a request. I know full well the
amount of aid and cooperation we will be asking from the Knights. I am
requesting the aid of a few men without such....how do I put this...Knightly
morals?"
Skurn snarled. "A man without honor can not be trusted. But if you keep
them in the caves and away from us, then I will allow them to live. If they
enter base camp, or if we see them even look at us, they will join the fate
of the rest of the world."
"Agreed, and if they meddle, I'll handle them myself." The mage replied.
Skurn raised an eyebrow. "Whom do you have in mind, mage? Another one of
your Clavists? Perhaps someone from that clan that calls themselves
"Malice"?
A smile appeared from below the dark hood. "For what I require, I'm afraid
I need an even worse sort of person."
"Ahh" Skurn smirked. "The Pirates! Yes, our Lord would not be pleased with
you if they showed themselves here. Be sure that they understand this."
"Of course Colonel." The mage replied as he departed.
The mage seemed to glide from under his robes showing little body movement.
The soldiers had all gossiped among themselves that this was no mage at all,
but a spirit drabbed in dark robes as a cover. No one really knew, but the
rumors seemed to gain new theories daily.
Skurn walked over to a team of Dwarves, all arguing over a blue print of a
barracks. The Minotaur and the Dwarves had a great understanding of each
other and the team of architects and builders were very fond of Skurn. He
had displayed both honor and a fierce battle rage that almost all Dwarves
could respect. If only they get him to partake in some Ale one Dwarf had
said earlier.
"How long?" Skurn asked.
"3 weeks." One Dwarf said.
"A month." Another replied.
"2 months" said another.
Skurn laughed. "You have 6 weeks, but knowing your reputation, I wouldn't
be surprised if it were done in 2 weeks."
Footsteps with no feet, or body for that matter, appeared to swirl leaves
around slowly, but quietly. Finally, after a few miles from the camp, an
Elvish female appeared as a magical cloak was removed. She was a beautiful
elven female with a tanned face and slight features. Long, flowing, auburn
hair cascades down her back and her eyes are a striking emerald green color.
Faerynn Shae'loren knew what she must do. "People must know and prepare."
She said to herself. She didn't know how she got to where she was, her
surroundings did not look familiar. A magical spell had placed her there
and she knew only the blessing given to her by Sebatis could get her home
from this lost place. Faerynn closed her eyes and uttered a prayer, one
that this enchanter had uttered several times. When her eyes opened, she
was in Shalonesti.
Writer: Scorn
Date Sun Nov 10 16:00:13 2002
To all
Subject Wow, what happened?
"Wake up! Damn you, wake up!"
Snarkerl raised his head from the ground and yawned. The Dragon's large
pointy teeth were the same size as the Balanx who was trying to wake him.
"You've missed the entire war, or at least the first wave!" Austanis said.
"I can't tell you what's to come, but I can tell you what you've missed if
you like." He said without any emotion in your voice.
"So some mortals went to war and killed one another. What do I care?" The
Green Dragon hissed.
"Not quite" Austanis said. "A bit more than that occurred."
The green dragon yawned. "Didn't you alter something historic by waking me
up? Go away!"
Austanis "No, you'll be dead in an hour anyway."
Now the Balanx had the Green Dragons attention.
Snarkerl changed his expression from careless and tired to serious. "Speak.
Or you'll be joining me."
"One day, but not today my green friend." Austanis replied. "The Gods have
started a War with each other."
Snarkerl asked "A full war?"
Austanis nodded his head. "All out war. The Good Gods against the Evil
with the Neutral Gods caught in between trying to find peace before the
world is destroyed. Many in Algoron are dead, much is destroyed."
"How long did I sleep?" Asked Snarkerl.
"Not long, especially for a Dragon. You slept about 3 days." Austanis
replied. "But as you know, when the Gods choose the affect the world, it
happens quickly. Many Dragons slept, as did many mortals. That was not by
choice, but by the protection of some Gods."
"So I slept to be protected only to be killed in 1 hour?" The dragon
snarled.
"Yes. Your protection has run out." Austanis said without emotion.
"Wonderful!!" The Dragon said sarcastically. "What else happened? Who's
dead?"
"The Dragons who did not sleep launched a full assault on the Slayers keep.
Much to the mortal's credit, they fended off the Dragon coalition. Their
downfall occurred when a Blue Dragon landed awkwardly on top of the keep.
It was crushed under the Great Wyrm's weight."
"The Slayers Doom was the result of a fat Blue Dragon landing on them?" The
dragon laughed.
"I wouldn't call him fat, big boned for sure, but he was a Great Wyrm, just
as you are. Anyway, other clans fell to the Gods themselves. Armada was
destroyed by the Pirates. The Gypsies wagons were burned by the Kingdom of
Verminasia as order by Malachive. Malachive, son of Necrucifer single
handedly destroyed the Pirates killing many and reducing their hideout to
rubble. Malice fell before Nadrik and his Knights while Valor was destroyed
by Necrucifer and his knights. Eclipse was terminated from within by
Renegade Yinn opposition."
"Knighthood and Shadow took out Malice and Valor?" The dragon asked. "And
Malachive? I already refused to join him! I knew he'd destroy the world
instead of conquering it!"
"Yes." The Balanx replied. "It seems the honorable factions had the
discipline to accomplish their lord's goals quickly. There are a lot of
survivors and it's my understanding that those left alive are seeking a
place in the newer starting clans. The people are calling these new orders
Bloodlust, Wrath of Justice and the Order of the Talon."
"Why are you telling me all of this?" The dragon asked.
"I am here to document your death. I am just passing the time with this
story. It feelsrefreshing to share my knowledge, especially knowing you can
do no harm with it."
"I suppose I should feel privileged. Continue." The Dragon said again
sarcastically. "What of the rest of the World?"
"The Elves enclosed themselves in the forest avoiding the war, as did the
Dwarves who shut the mountain's gates. Both thought it was the rest of the
world's problems since they were not attacked. A natural reaction I
suppose. The Conclave finally did the inevitable and merged the towers
under one ruler. They are the same as they were, except unified as 1
conclave with the 3 factions. They are also building a non-warring factions
to teach magic. Sebatis even moved the Red Robe tower out of the main focus
of these battles, to Ice Wall.
"The Austinians were destroyed by Goblins who simply sought out loot in the
time of turmoil. The survivors are now calling themselves the Gray Church
and are opening their doors to anyone without constraints.
"A lot of artifacts and magical items were destroyed in the world. Mages
seem to have an awful advantages, for now, as the fighting types tend to
figure out how to counter that. They've already starting manufacturing
better armor types. The Banks have crumbled as they were looted. Looters
ran rampant on those kept sleeping as well. Hundreds have been executed for
their part in that. Yes, it appears the first wave of this war is over and
order is coming back.. For now."
"And what of me? How am to die? And why?" The dragon asked nervously.
"You're going to die by Malachives hand for not joining him." Austanis
said.
"And where is he?" The dragon asked.
"You are speaking to him, idiot." Austanis said.
"What?" The dragon asked as he watched Austanis's form change to
Malachives.
"I hope you've enjoyed today's report. Enjoy yourself in Hell dragon."
Malachive said with a smile.
Malachive struck his hand into the dragon's chest and pulled out its
enormous still beating heart before the Dragon could react.
The dragon's mouth flew wide open as to yell in pain, but before it made a
sound, Malachive threw the heart into the dragon's mouth, forcing it to
swallow it whole.
Malachive grinned as he simply said .." Heh"
Writer: Scorn
Date Tue Feb 15 10:18:14 2005
To all
Subject The AGL World Champion
Torin sat in his mansion and stared at the fire burning in his massive
fireplace. His eyes closed shut against his will as his cup of whiskey fell
from his hand. The shattering of the glass forced Torin out of his drunken
sleep as one of his servants came running into the room.
"Damnation, another glass?" Asked the servant. She was a heavy set dwarven
lady with thin whiskers pertruding from her chin. "Laern tae manage yur
drink, Torin. Yaw won't bae world champion forever!"
Peering up at the servant, Torin sneered. "Yae bae ah nasty lil bugger,
wench."
"Hmmph!" Snarled the servant. "And yae's gute Dunlaps disease! As in yur
belly has done lapped over yur belt!"
"Ah'm still thae best." Replied Torin. "Undefeated, even."
"And yae haven't fought in more thune two years. All yae do is drink, drink
and drink. If thae Baron Randorf ever tosses yae out of this comfortable
place, maybe he'd have ah fighting champion again. Or better yet, maybe he
should gaet ah Dwarf Champion. They could handle their liquor! Torin? Dae
yae hear mae?"
The servant looked up at Torin only to see him fast asleep again in all of
the glory that was his drunkiness. Muttering, the servant picked up the
glass and walked into the other room.
Another loud noise brought the servant back into Torin's den, but this time
it was not the sound of broken glass that rang through the massive halls of
the mansion. It was the sound of wood breaking.
Entering the room, the servant saw 3 dwarves standing before Torin.
"What in Thaxanos' name?" The servant said loudly.
One dwarf with a long black beard, a massive scar above his right eye and
his hair tied into a top knot looked at the servant.
"We're nute frume Thaxanos, lass. Gather yur things and leave this place
nuwe."
The servant tapped her foot. "On who's authority?" She asked.
"Baron Randorf Del'nichi sent us. And yae do nute want tae bae here for
this, lass. Nuwe leave before wae help yae leave."
The servant ran to her quarters and gathered her things. Moments later she
walked back through the den and noticed the dwarves were gone. Seeing Torin
still in his chair through the corner of her eye, she turned to take a look.
Torin sat in his chair with a hand axe cleaved directly into his stomache.
He was dead.
A note lay hanging from his neck that read "You're fired."
Writer: Scorn
Date Sun Apr 24 13:38:53 2005
To all
Subject AGL WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP FIGHT: (Champion) Manataroth vs. Eteiseth
Darbolg and Randorf stood around smiling at each other as the journalists
from all of the major cities had gathered for the announcement. Darbolg
seemed a little too happy with himself as Randorf began to address the
crowd.
"As you may have guessed, the announcement you are here for concerns the AGL
World Title and its first defense under its new Champion." Randorf said.
Darbolg interrupted his uncle. "But before we bring out the Champion and
his opponent, we have another announcement."
Randorf groaned. "Go ahead, Darbolg. Why don't yae finish this for me" he
said as the journalists all chuckled.
"Thanks Uncle", Darbolg said matter of factly. "As you know, our World
Champion Mantaroth is also our Althainian Champion. As of Tuesday, we are
stripping Mantaroth of that title and will have a 4 man tournament on
Tuesday. Following this tournament for the Althainian title, Mantaroth will
defend the World Title against.... Well.. Why don; t we just bring him
out?"
As Eteiseth makes his way past the journalists stalking the ones in the
front, his pure size and condition intimidates them making them take a step
back. Fresh blood is dripping from his claws, and bits of flesh cling to
his teeth.
The former Crown Champion's broad shoulders are scarred from battle, on his
left shoulder are the letters AGL, tattooed into his flesh. A low humming
sound can be heard, emitting from the former Champion's throat.
Question 1: How do you expect to beat the current AGL World Champion
Eteiseth?
Eteiseth Answer: I expect to tear his horns out while I crush his skull with
my boot. Anyone want a side of beef after I'm done with him?
Question 2: What can we expect to see at this fight?
Eteiseth Answer: It is going to be a dangerous fight. I would not want to
be standing over the arena in the front seats of the stands, I suggest you
all move to the upper levels. It is going to be a night of annihilations.
If the coliseum does not collapse.
Eteiseth crosses his arms and flexes his muscles, with the tattoo of AGL on
one shoulder. The sound emitting from his throat can be heard once more, a
very deep humming noise.
From out of nowhere, lightning begins to strike in rapid succession just to
the right of Darbolg, causing everyone to shield their eyes. When the bolts
stopped and the smoke cleared, the monstrous 8-foot tall Champion known as
Mantaroth came into view.
"Let us be done with this quickie. I have little time for your inane
curiosities."
His scorched white and gray fur was messy and unkempt with vicious scars
visible across his entire body. A midnight black tabard covered the length
of his body, with the AGL Champion's belt firmly around his waist. This
outcast of the Black Tower continued to exercise his dominance over the
League with his brutal fighting style and relentless thirst for rage and
vengeance. Not only had he become the only gladiator to carry the two top
titles at the same time, he had done it all while remaining undefeated. And
with the slayings of Shiro and Khethus, fewer and fewer stepped forward to
overthrow the minotaur and claim the championship as their own. Could he
ever be stopped?
Reporter question 1:
Champ! Champ! Rumors and doubts about your upcoming match keep surfacing
in regards to your falling out of favor with Mencius! Will you be able to
keep going?
"Fool! I defeated everyone sent against me during my period of reflection
from Mencius. Yet He is with me once more, and no force on Algoron will be
able to stop me now."
Reporter question 2:
You've never faced a mean old barbarian before! I think Eteiseth is going
to wipe the arena stands with your corpse!
Mantaroth growls and walks to the front of the crowd, reaching in to grab
the offending goblin by the throat and raising him into the air. But just
before Mantaroth could squeeze the life from the reporter, Eteiseth's voice
could be heard.
"Put him down, minotaur. If its death you yearn for, I will send you to
whatever god you wish."
Mantaroth, growled, releasing the goblin who fell to the ground. The goblin
stood up with wide-eyes and began rubbing his neck in excitement. "I am
never washing this again!"
Mantaroth and Eteiseth square off eye to eye. The whistling of an air born
axe is heard flying through the air and lands in the side of the wall
between Mantaroth and Eteiseth.
"Save it for the fight, lads." Randorf says as he retrieves his axe.
Once again the reporters burst out all at once trying to ask questions.
Darbolg says "Uncle would you mind finishing this up? Ah 'ave ta get back
ta meh boat an' finish up tha' keg o' beer ah tapped this mornin'." Darbolg
yells "Thanks uncle!" As he walks off behind stage.
A reporter asks "Randorf, how will the contenders for the Althainian
championship get chosen?"
"Well take the top 4 ranked volunteers. If you will excuse us, I think its
best we get these two separated. Ill see you all Tuesday night."
"One last question" a dwarven lady asked with a flirtacious wink.
"Uhh... Sure lass. Ask mae anything." Randorf said almost too eager.
"How what this title fight mean for the AGL and how would you rate its
anticipation compared to previous title under Torin, Nashkell and Maxx?"
Randorf looked serious for a moment. "Well, every fight we had for Maxx was
exciting and not disapointing until he fell to Nashkell. Nashkell never got
a sucessful defense as Torin took him for it on the first fight. I think
its safe to say that Torin dominated the AGL during his time, never losing.
However he stopped defending and we to exterminate him.. Err I mean his
contract."
"So as far as what this means for the AGL, this is the first World Title
Defense in a long time. But more importantly, it's a fresh start for a
fresh champion and the begining of his legacy and how he will be remembered
in history. Mantaroth has all of the tools to be the next Maxx or the next
Torin. Eteiseth has all of the tools to be the next "Giant killer" like
Nashkell was. This fight will say a lot about both lads and their place in
history and I look forward to seeing you all there Tuesday night as we crown
a new Althainian Champion and see how these two lads will be remember."
Writer: Scorn
Date Thu Jul 21 23:59:00 2005
To all
Subject THE HIT
Dormex stood on the busy street corner in Verminasia. He was a taller
than average handsome human male equipped with a couple of visible daggers
and studded tanned leather that matched his skin. His chiseled face seemed
bored but his blue eyes seemed to be interested in every being that walked
past him. Scratching his sandy blond hair, Dormex paid particularly close
attention to a pair of Yinn headed his way. "Damn. Not them" Dormex
muttered as they walked past him ignoring him. Dormex turned around and
sighed. "How late are they going to be? Randorf told me to be here mid
morning and it's almost the lunch hour. Stupid Yinn, they all look alike."
As soon as the thought crossed Dormex's mind, he felt himself being pushed
into the alley by a blue robed dwarf with a thick red beard. How the dwarf
snuck up on Dormex, he could not figure out. Standing in the alley was a
particularly thick dwarf with thick black curly hair and a long black beard
that was every bit as curly as his head.
"Now look here, gentlemen. I do not think I am the type of person you'd
want to try to rob. I've have you know that I am a well known assassin and
employed by the Lord Randorf Del'Nichi himself" said Dormex while he eyed
the black haired dwarf grip both of his axes.
"A well known assassin, are yae?" Responded the red headed dwarf. "You've
only killed one person, Dormex, and it was a 94 year old human. Hardly
something to brag aboot." "He was a grand wizard! 94 years old for a
wizard is nothing" argued Dormex. "And how do you know who I am?"
"We work fur Randorf as well. Ah bae Yarmelxor and this bae Zharrmur" the
red bearded dwarf replied. "We've been sent here ta oversee thae mission."
"You hardly look like assassins" said Dormex.
"Nue? Thute's because we're nute!" Proclaimed Yarmelxor. "Ah'm ah priest
o'Raije and Zharrmur herewell let's just say Zharrmur has an axe and ah
temper." "A Battlerager? I guess Randorf doesn't mind the mess. Well, my
rate stays the same." Dormex says.
"Just due whute yur told, human" said Yarmelxor. "This person we are tae
kill is a very powerful mage, which is why ah bae here. Ta counter-curse
whatever he does to yae. Zharrmur here is gonna back you up in case yae get
in trouble."
Dormex smirked. "I won't have any trouble. I mean, sure this Minotaur is
good inside of an arena, but in the real world he won't even see what's
coming to him. In fact, I bet I'll end his life before he can even wake
up." "There'll bae nue poisoning em" Zharrmur interrupted with a strong
dwarven accent.
"Uh... Why?" Replied Dormex. "It's the safest thing to do and if it
doesn't kill him, it will at least give us a huge advantage. My poisons
aren't like the weak mage poisons that just make you ill enough to not get
any sleep." Zharrmur raised his voice. "Ah'll tell you why yae scrawny
human! It's so ah can.."
"Zharrmur, no" yelled Yarmelxor in protest. "You keep thute information tae
yourself, like we agreed." "Nonsense, ah have tae knuwe!!" Yelled
Zharrmur.
Dormex shook his head. "Why are we all sneaky like in an alley hiding like
criminals when you two are arguing so loud that half of the city already
knows what we're up to?" Yarmelxor nodded in agreement. "Let's go. The
Minotaur is home nuwe. Dormex, you pick the lock, ah'll cast ah prayer tae
keep thae door closed and disable any s pell traps while you find thae
Minotaur. Once yae find him, you try tae kill em any way yae like and then"
"NO!" Yelled Zharrmur. "If yae poison em ah'll kill you both." "What the
hell?" Asked Dormex who was now pulling at his own hair. "You may as well
tell em, Zharrmur" said Yarmelxor. "I .." Zharrmur looked around to make
sure no one was too closed to hear his voice. "I want tae take ah bite out
of em." "So do we all" said Dormex in a matter of fact manner. "It's a
high profile assassination. This will allow me to raise my rates. But I
don't think fighting him is smarter than just poisoning him in his sleep."
"Thute's nute what hae means" said Yarmelxor plainly.
Dormex looked perplexed. "You mean.... You mean you actually want to eat
him?"
Zharrmur nodded and grinned. "I want tae take ah bite out of em." "It's ah
stupid idea" said Yarmelxor as he rolled his eyes. "Zharrmur thinks the
Minotaur will produce some kind of steak."
"He's gute horns!" Said Zharrmur who was once again yelling.
"I assure you, Zharrmur, that it will nute taste like ah cow!" Yelled
Yarmelxor. "Besides, he's ah powerful mage and it would likely make turn
yae into ah goat or something." "Dorbeldex took ah bite out of an elven
mage once" Zharrmur argued. "Ripped his ear right off! And the next day he
found ah nuwe axe that did twice thae amount of damage his old one did. So
if all hae did was bite em, imagine whute ah'll find if I actually swallow
some of em! Besides, Krugnoir thae old told me himself that Minotaur taste
exactly like cow steak."
Dormex placed his face into his hands. "This can't be happening."
Yarmelxor sighed. "Ah've argued with him about this for three days nuwe.
Zharrmur isn't changen his mind. Kill the cow another way."
"Fine" said Dormex. "I'll get us into the mansion and slit his throat.
I'll need Zharrmur to hold his hands down so he can't cast a spell after the
fact."
"Idiot boy" replied Yarmelxor. "He's a mage. They cast spells with their
words. Slit his throat and you've nothing tae worry aboot." "Ohright. I'm
ready when you two are." Dormex said.
"Right then. Let's bae off." Yarmelxor said as the three headed toward the
AGL Champions Mansion.
Writer: Vivienne
Date Mon Aug 8 17:09:44 2005
To all
Subject The Viking Come
With the fall of Dae'tok the surviving Yinn have scattered across
Northern Icewall into refugee camps, fortified strongholds on the edge of
their territory, and captured lands at the edge of Ganth, Mahn-tor, and what
is now Darkonin. The encroachment into other lands has the bordering
kingdoms on edge. Skirmishes have begun to break out as the Yinn struggle
to re-establish a powerbase from with to rule what is left of their lands
before their lands are swallowed up by the neighboring empires.
Near the centerpoint of the borders of Dae'tok, Ganth, Darkonin, and
Mahn-tor the Viking freehold of Thagaard Faste has been all but destroyed by
an avalanche caused by the destruction of Dae'tok. The crops necessary to
see the inhabitants through the harsh Icewall winters lie buried, along with
the keep that protected them from raiding parties and the elements, beneath
a mountain of packed ice. Aside from being their only, rapidly dwindling
source of food, their remaining livestock is whittled away by Yinn raiding
parties almost nightly.
Of the original nine family-clans residing in Thagaard Faste only six
remain. Their numbers slowly dwindling away as they move southwards into
the northernmost highlands where they hope to establish a new freehold
before they are all taken to sit beside their Gods. The Karlsamne which has
ruled the freehold since its founding, the Hakonsen, the Arnason, the Kyrre,
the Skotkonung, and the Tryggvason, the Greske and Sturluson family-clans
are no more.
The Vikings now make their way across Icewall seeking to find a place they
belong, a place to survive.
Writer: Vivienne
Date Sun Aug 21 21:39:49 2005
To all
Subject The Vikings are here!!
On this Day of the Sun 6th the month of Nature, King Keaghan MacCallum
and Lord Gryss Karlsamne met in the Black Rose Tavern to negoiate the
joining of the two cultures. A compromise was reached and the Vikings are
now a part of Nordmaar.
Ooc: See Nordmaar's web page for more information.
|
