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Northern Viking (33) writes:
Silver everywhere. This is one rich world. No one here seems to bother making their own weapons and armor, they just buy them. This at exorbitant prices. This poses a problem for us as we feel an imperial treasure is part and parcel of empire. We would need astronomical amounts of silver and other items of value to make our hoard appear more kingly than bar tab. It may have to suffice to start rumours of small treasure trove in the hopes that as the tale is spread around the campfire it is embellished to the point of the grandiose. After all, grandure is what we're all about.
Onwards to Empire.
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Klingons (57) writes:
yo'aj Kahless,
We have fought back the Men from the Deep, and have "disbanded" a band of Pirates.
The Swamps of Gurkacre and Siendinon have also been cleansed of the forces of the Northern Wizards. It is due to our own misfortune that we were not present at the final battle, where they met their demise against the mighty forces of House Arkonide. They are now reduced to two observers in the town of Esheaberg, which we have chosen not to conquer at this time.
Our seafaring explorers have found many territories to colonize and exploit for the good of the Empire, as have those under the surface of our continent. First we simply need to remove the monsters which also inhabit these lands.
Battle and Honor is ours for the taking.
nuHpIn, Weapons Officer
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Red Drogans (129) writes:
Carlos loved running a caravan. Loved the travelling.
Actually, to tell the truth, the travelling is usually better sitting in the tavern after the journey.
While actually on the journey you spend your time dealing with the horses, broken wagens, keeping an eye our for bandits, organising the next meal, organising the handlers, checking the inventory hasn't fallen off the wagon.
Getting sun burned, frozen, sand blasted, blisters. etc, etc, etc.
But it was always great to have that first beer and tell whoever will listen, about how great the gourney was. The passes, the views, the stars, the experiences.
The hardships drop away, the colours improve and all you are left with is the wonder of the world.
Although, it's not just the end of the journey that's great.
Carlos loved the beginning to.
Today had been hard work. But now the wagons were loaded and ready. The harnesses ready for the horses. The men all packed.
Tomorrow the journey would begin.
Carlos loved the night before a journey too. It was filled with expectation.
The slightly tired feeling knowing you have been working hard, mixed with exitement about tomorrow.
The men around the fire place all bravado and talk. They were all nursing their one drink for the night. It was always an early night, except for the night watch of course.
Ah, he loved the night before.
All the problems of the city fall by the way side. The argument with the wife drifts into the past.
The concernes for his sons who seem to want to go into the guards, all get left behind.
It's funny, now that he was thinking about it. He loved the night before and the night after. But not the journey itself.
Perhaps he was just getting old. He remembered that he used to love it. His memory was filled with good journeys.
But perhaps it was just the filter of time. Perhaps he had always felt this way. Now he was just getting tired.
But for now it was the night before. Tonight he enjoyed being part of the caravan.
He raised his mug of ale and called out another blessing on the journey.
It was met by a chorus of agreement. Followed all round by a sip of ale. Did
I mention they were nursing their drink.
A wolf howled in the distance. It sounded like an oman. But it was the night before a journey and the mind also played tricks on you. So this too was followed by a sip of ale.
Soon the mugs were empty and the camp became quite as men stared into the fire. In ones and twos the men left to their bed rolls, until all that stirred was the horses at tether and the night watch fidgeting to stay awake.
The men slept and the sound of snores carried into the night.
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Order of Chaos (139) writes:
Moslleey Loost looked out over the men that had assembled. They were all
slime coated, grimey and foul smelling after weeks of trapesing through
these Skewed-eyed Gods forsaken swamps. The supposed pirates obviously were
departed, or knew the swamps well enough that they'd avoided all his
patrols. So the entire exercise was a fiasco. Now to make things worse was
the sudden appearance of a clan of mermen far back to the east, and
of courde he'd been ordered to ride all the way back there to deal with them. Sighing, he had to wonder what demon had ever possessed him to
follow his half-wit brother Liikkely to this place.
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Redbull (201) writes:
I am new in Lanteydale and seek information, both political and geographic. Rewards offered.
thor@crushedrock.net
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rumors
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Life is sweet but Honor is sweeter.
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Microsoft is actually a secret Farengi-Klingon alliance designed to cripple the Federation. The Farengi are doing the marketing and the Klingons are writing the code.
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Seeing is believing.
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