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Desert Eagles (11) writes:
First part of our Times Competition won faction Red Dragons!!
Congratulations!!
50 000 silver will be delivered where they should.
This paper - is Second Part of Competition.
Next paper - will be Third part of Competition.
And then - Final part.
If you just joined this world or need silver by any other way, you can describe your life here, your advanture and get money for that!
Regards, Black Eagle, leader of Desert Eagles.
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Klingons (57) writes:
yo'aj Kahless,
The end of the Battle Season is nigh upon us, and we have frittered away one of the last opportunities of the year for Combat.
We are finding that there is actually very little in Moffat worthy of battle. While we could overwhelm a lone Scout, our numerical superiority would make the effort unchallenging and not worthy of our status as warriors. Meanwhile we hear tales of Courage from the Underworld, where battles against both men and beasts occur with surprising regularity.
The IKV Klothos, the furthest abroad of any of our Battle Cruisers, sailed away from port without replenishing the garrison it was dispatched to. Upon arrival the colonists ascertained that the crew ate the provisions that they were to have received. Fortunately, the colonists will be able to tighten their belts and survive the winter without loss; the crew of the Klothos will not be as fortunate unless they learn to follow orders.
Efforts to grow our forces continue unabated. We are constrained in the City of Lothsormar by the gluttony of our allies, whose forces grow beyond the capacity of the city to support. However, we have begun to harvest resources in this and other nearby regions, which we can use to supplement the tribute that we collect from the denizens of this metropolis.
Battle and Honor will be ours once again when the snows melt in the spring.
reH wo' je HoS je batlh Daghaj
nuHpIn, Weapons Officer
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Red Drogans (129) writes:
We had managed to follow him 3 days to a Town by the name of Daltham.
We still had no Idea what he looked like, but the locals, when we could get them to talk to us and not run from an armed band, had seen a man with 2 horses traveling this way.
The Town gaurds when we got there almost called the Town to arms. But apparently one of the Corprals riding point was a local and managed to calm the lad.
So, now we had to find him before he could disapear again.
First stop the gaurd room.
We woke the gaurds that were sleeping and went looking for those not on duty.
Finally in a Tavern called The Lucky Begger, we found the gaurds who had seen this man entering the gate.
Their description was a little at odds with each other, but then they were both drunk. Less then, more now. But they seemed to agree that he had turned north at the square, which would put him in the more affluent area of the Town and so more easily found.
2 Days later and we still did not have him, but we had traced him.
He had dropped the horses off at the stables. His gear at a boarding house & tavern called Two Arms.
Then gone for a bath, shave & a change of clothes.
And as his looks had now changed, it took us a while to re-aquire.
He managed to flog the gear he had and realise that we were onto him.
He still spent the night at the tavern, but in another room.
The following morning he was gone early. On a different horse.
So 2 Days after our arrival at Daltham, off we were to a town called Sea Breaze a few miles away on the coast.
This we believed to be his destination and the direction of his departure.
We also had a good discription and the name he was currently calling himself, Argorn De Wit.
Unfortunately he had booked the first room as Amram Carston. So we knew he changed his name and all bets were off.
But the scar down his left cheek may be an easy mark to follow. As was the information that he was meeting some old war buddies in Sea Breaze.
They had a local hang out in the docs. And we could probably re-aquire him there if we moved. So move we did.
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Order of Chaos (139) writes:
"Land `ho!" cried the lookout from the starboard bow.
"Thank the Skewed-eyed gods the lords maps were accurate," the captain stated. "Another two weeks in open water in this dilapidated skiff, and I'm sure we'd all have been at one anothers throats."
"I had my doubts too," replied his 1st Lieutenant, "but as crazy as our lord seems at times, I almost can believe he does have the ear of the gods, when his insane plans and information turns out to be right."
"I just thank Oogly he WAS right this time!" the captain said. "If we'd been caught on open water in winter there's no telling what would have happend, or where we may have made eventual landfall. As it stands now, another two months or so sailing up the coast and we should make landfall at the port. That will be a blessed relief after this voyage."
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Heliadois (192) writes:
Our production has spread wonderfully through plains, forests and swamps. We have specialists looking for rare minerals and materials to create new and more powerful ... "merchandise" for our benefactors.
Our hardworking workers have also stumbled across several shafts in our area. We heard rumors that these lead to the underworld where dangers lurk. But these dangers guard production areas even more enticing than what the surface offers.
So we have recruited many scouts to take the trip down into the underworld to investigate these areas and boldly venture forth with picks and axes to conquer new mines and forests.
Dragons?
Dragons be damned. Nothing will stop us.
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Redbull (201) writes:
From Sitting Bull's diary, October, '04:
This is a strange land I am in... everyone seems to be keeping to themselves! We cannot afford to be silent, so we will continue to send our smoke signals:
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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Apteryx (228) writes:
Apteryx was a thoughtful fellow who was excessively good at gambling.
He found that he sometimes knew things a little bit ahead of time, which was invaluable to gambling, and the reason he could support himself that way.
Sometimes, he was able to do things he should never have been able to do. Once, while traveling on a motorcycle, he slid on ice and his motorcycle dumped. Without even thinking he jumped into the air in a summersault and landed on his feet. When he tried to summersault later, he found it was simply impossible. Another time, he was at a party instead of studying. He hated the class and hadn't even cracked the book. When he showed up for the test, somehow he knew most of the answers. He didn't know what to make of these experiences, but thought maybe he was endowed with a spark of magical ability, because each time a part of his mind opened which was normally closed.
One day, his world was engulfed by armageddon. He saw the flash of light and knew that he would dust in a fraction of a second. He forced open that closed part of his mind.
Before he know what happened, he stood at a nexus before six exits, and wondered which one might be friendly.
He hopes than another magically endowed might send him a missive, so that he could know which entrance to enter. Or even which one/s to avoid. He seeks new friends in this strange land, and an ability to travel to new lands without getting cut to little pieces. Please send missives to dgloss at ucla.edu.
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A Klingon does not postpone a matter of honor.
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We could not help but laugh until our sides split at Desert Eagle announcement.
It appear Black Eagle wish to pay people to allow his spy into there land now.
I am sure he and Green Thumb hope they have many take the bait.
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So if we understand this correctly... The factions in Esheaberg are
trying to starve the ambassadors in the city by hoarding all the
entertainment income? What, you feel threatened by a pennyless peasant
in a guarded city? Petty.
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