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Back to the Archive The Atlantis Times for October in the Year 4
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Klingons (57) writes:
yo'aj Kahless,
The region of Moffat is accursed! Even the trees are enemies of the Empire!
Our expedition was exploring the dark shadows of the woods when the forward scouts reported hearing a dull humming in the quagmire to our left. Dismounting, I led a contingent of archers in, and found the grove of trees where the sound was coming from. However, when we looked around, we did not see anyone. It was then that we realized that the trees had been animated by fey magicks, and were the sources of the droning. Quickly I sent in some of the sor vum, along with mang to protect them. We had uprooted several prior to the trees turning on us.
Even though we outnumbered the animated trees by a factor of 20, the battle was still heated. Several of the mang were whomped by an especially gnarled willow, and had to be released from their pain. Nonetheless, we persevered and were victorious.
The battle was what we need to raise our spirits. As soon as the last tree was felled the miasma which blanketed our small settlement lifted, and there was much celebration (including bonfires, in case there were any more possessed trees nearby).
The spoils of battle were extensive, including much stone which we will use to build your next palace. However, it took much longer than we had planned to bring the stone to the waterfront for the next ship to haul home.
Battle and Honor was ours for the taking, and will continue to be ours as long as we follow the Klingon Way.
nuHpIn, Weapons Officer
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Red Drogans (129) writes:
Well they had finally caught up with the band.
They had left a trail of destruction across the valley, so following them had not been a problem.
And now they had been caught with their pants down. Perverbially and litrally in some cases.
They had been a bit late for this villiage though.
The officer had just finished talking to one of the elders that had managed to stay hidden, the chief had died in the fighting.
It would seem that the villiage had put up a decent fight, the dead, sick & dying in the log cabin was a fair indicator of that.
But then the band had extracted it's revenge with passion. Too much for their own good, as they had not set gaurds.
The Cavalry had over run them with ease. Infact very little resistence was put up. They only had one serious injury and he would probably pull through.
The bad news, and there always is, is that 'He' had gotten away again.
The Seargent interupted his thoughts: "They have no clue."
"What? Oh. Yes, it's what I was expecting."
They had found the slave boy guarding the horses with his neck cut. And the horses still tied up.
The problem was that they did not know who 'He' was. They only knew that this was the second band that he had build up, led to pilliage the country side and left to the cavalry guard when they got too close.
"Sorry I took so long, had to make sure he was not, er..., quetioning the locals."
"Mmm. Yes, he is starting to relish his job a bit too much. Anything at all?"
"I guess he must have mixed his tales. Nothing coherent. He appears to have taken 2 horses and probably headed towards the forests. We did find some tracks, but not absolutely sure. I've sent a patrol, but not realy expecting anything."
He looked around at the smouldering villiage one more time.
"Well, wrap it up then. Get Tommy some good attention and lets get on the move again. We have to get this guy before he single handedly ruins this part of the Kingdom."
"Yes. Sir. I'll see it gets done." He turned away, toward some troopers standing by the log cabin. His right arm came up to his neck and he make a cutting motion.
Half hour later they were mounted and heading toward the forrest in persuit of a shadow.
A fire burned outside the villiage. It stank of burning flesh.
Some villiages were just starting to dig some graves. It would be a hard time ahead. But life has a way of going on. Eventually.
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Order of Chaos (139) writes:
Our circumstances have slowly improved over the last years. Thanks mainly to the quietly peaceful region we settled in. The many opportunities that have arisen for trade and diplomatic contact have been a boon, we now feel secure enough to explore outside our own lands, rather then simply trying to survive. We've managed to launch our first boat, and though it was a small, pitiful looking thing, at least it floats. Our sailors have managed to survive a few months at sea. Soon we will learn what really lays on the other side of our surrounding pond.
As always, single man parties are welcome in our lands upon REVEALing their employer. My UNFRIENDLY attitude is not directed against the innocent and honest explorer, but rather is a means of curtailing the movements of the wild animals and other unsavory packs of "things" that wander our fair land.
I continue to welcome any communication in regards to trade, cooperative efforts, or alliance from those currently in the region. You may reach me via the incantation wyrmsNOwyrdSPAM@yahoo.com (Omit speaking the words NO & SPAM when using this cantrip please. ;)
Liikkely Loost (Leading crazy person.)
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Redbull (201) writes:
Sitting Bull wrote in his diary:
All seems quiet, no strife in the area. Obviously, there are some places where people don't want intruders, and after knocking - we have moved on. However, the area does seem unnaturally quiet. Any of you wishing communication please contact me directly:
thor@crushedrock.net
I am in the area surrounding Lanteydale and wish to exchange information, establish and strengthen friendships and alliances.
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Living in the now, I'm always showing up late.
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Klingons are born, live as warriors, then die.
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