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 The September 11th Memorial Flag on Baja. Sosarians Pay Their Respects. | |
| Posted on Sunday, September 11, 2011, 3:27 PM EDT by WarderDragon (Baja) |
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| Orc Horde Defeated. Evidence of Necromantic Experiment Discovered at Orc Fort. | |
| Posted on Sunday, September 11, 2011, 3:24 PM EDT by WarderDragon (Baja) |
Orc Horde Defeated. Evidence of Necromantic Experiment Discovered.
WarderDragon
Tonight a band of hired mercenaries and Guardsmen infiltrated the Blackrock Mine in Eastern Delucia. There the Britannians - who managed to imitate their Orcish counterparts a bit too well for comfort - discovered what appears to be the origin of the recent raids.
Set amongst the crags and mine shafts stands a building. Simple. Square. Bearing with it the accutrements one might expect of an Orc Fort. But it was far too perfect. Almost human.
Within stood the remains of Necromantic experiments far too advanced for such Savages. Blackrock Tools. Nightshade. Vials of Human Blood and Venom.
Before we could investigate further the missing Warbozz and his Lieutenants descended upon us. The struggle wasn't long. The losses to our side were ...acceptable. It is rumored one Mad Martigan recovered parts of the Chieftains brains when he fell.
When we returned members of the band continued to sift through the lab. One thing was clear. Whomever had been here left precious little for investigators. Either this hooded stranger is cautious. Or she knew we were coming.
It is rather obvious who we are dealing with. ...Again. |
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| [EM News] "A Prisoners Journal" by Tomás Pickett. Investigation in Delucia Ongoing. | |
| Posted on Sunday, September 11, 2011, 3:20 PM EDT by WarderDragon (Baja) |
A Prisoners Journal
EM Seppo
The following journal was recovered from the orcish laboratory. The author went by the name of Tomás Pickett. These are the events of the days since my capture:
Afternoon, Day 3: Sitting in this corner for the past two days, wondering if orcs really do eat humans alive, it was a pleasant surprise when an orc named Jogug gave me the writing materials from my rucksack. I have decided to make the most of this opportunity by writing this journal. It is not that I have given up hope of being rescue, it’s just that no one knows that I need rescuing. My family do not expect me back from my travels for a full month, and no one was with me at the time of my capture. Considering the circumstances, I am proud of the fact that I have not lost my composure.
Evening, Day 3: Ugh, now I know why orcs are not known for their cuisine. My meal consisted of scraps of what was identified as Bristly Grunting Thing, followed by few grunts. Normally I enjoy a good wild boar, but this was repulsive. Yet, I am glad not to be the one in the cooking pot. Jogug even discreetly passed me some beer which was not half bad. Curious how one can enjoy moments of comfort even in the darkest hour.
Morning, Day 4: *drops of blood cover the page* Bloody orcs! Woke up with a kick to my stomach. Before I know it, they cut my arm and let my blood drip into some kind of a vial. stoped the bleeding with a bandage afterwards, bless his soul.
Afternoon, Day 4: They have setup what seems to be an alchemy lab in here. I never thought orcs were capable of such advanced science. But, the most baffling thing is that they got my blood in the vial right up there with bubbling flasks and heaps of blackrocks. What in the world is going on!?
Evening, Day 4: Jogug has been taking heat from the other orcs for fixing me up this morning. If he was not the biggest of them, I am afraid it would have been much worse. I got my first glimpse of the clan leader (warbozz) this evening. A big brute by the looks of it.
Morning, Day 5: A hooded rider on a black horse arrived. Whatever brief moment of joy I felt on seeing another human, it fled when I felt her aura. I knew I was in the presence of something sinister. All the other orcs seemed to be afraid of her, even the warbozz. The stranger walked straight to the lab, ignoring my existence. Barking some orders, that I could not make out, she brought out a vial from her robe. The contents of which she mixed to the potion that the orcish alchemist had already prepared… with my blood in it! Then turning around, she marched out and jumped on her horse to ride away. I hope that is the last I see of the hooded stranger and by the looks of it, the orcs seem to feel the same way.
Afternoon, Day 5: This afternoon brought a strange sight. More than two dozen orcs lined up in front of the warbozz. Jogug amongst them. Each one of them were given a bottle filled with the potion prepared earlier. Then, they proceeded to thump their chests in a show of bravado before marching out. Jogug seemed quite subdued. I got the feeling that he was not enthusiastic about what was happening. I certainly was not enthusiastic about seeing him leave. I am afraid that this bodes ill for my immediate future.
Night, Day 5: Woke up to a blood-curling shriek from the warbozz. It seems that he had a nightmare. I did not think that orcs could have nightmares. Feeling quite hungry, no one bothered to share any food with me last evening. How I miss Jogug. Sigh, how I miss my family and friends.
Morning, Day 6: Blooodddy hell. They cut me up again to take more blood from me. Pleading for a bandaid only got me a kick in the stomach and a finger in the direction of a giant stag. Apparently, I am to be replaced by the stag. Bloody orcs! |
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| [EM News] Note from the Thiefmaster: Event Tomorrow at 2:40 PM PST. | |
| Posted on Saturday, September 10, 2011, 1:20 AM EDT by WarderDragon (Baja) |
Note from the Thiefmaster
EM Seppo
Captain Jenkins,
I believe this information will be of some use to you. My spies have uncovered the hand of the leader “warbozz” of cove orc fort behind the recent attacks on the roads leading to Britain. This information was gathered after interviewing Urpurk in Britain and Zughan in cove fort. Both of them confirmed that the warbozz has been acting peculiar, as of late. Alas, his whereabouts remain unknown at this moment.
Furthermore, according to Zughan, this change in behavior began after a visit from a “hooded stranger” on a “black horse.” While it may be too early to say anything with certainty, you might remember another hooded friend of ours from not so long ago.
However, more urgently, Zughan also stated that the warbozz has been sending for more of his orcs routinely on Saturdays at 3:00 PM PST. If I may be bold enough to make a suggestion: Intercept this transaction and, by stealth or force, uncover the current location of the warbozz. This will likely lead to defeating the orc raiders, at the least. Perhaps, even give a clue as to the purpose behind these raids.
Thiefmaster
OOC Announcements:
1. Meet Captain Jenkins in the throne room on Saturday Sep 10 at 2:40 PM PST. Bring along a pair of Big Majik Flippers, if you have one. |
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| [RP News] The Game of Intrigue: News and Rumors - September 2011 | |
| Posted on Saturday, September 10, 2011, 1:16 AM EDT by WarderDragon (Baja) |
The Game of Intrigue: News and Rumors
WarderDragon
Rumors are often just that. Rumors. But sometimes even cheap tavern gossip bears with it a single grain of truth.
These are the rumors being exchanged in establishments throughout Britannia and the Border Kingdoms.
You are invited to build on this list. A band of filthy, unkept Orcs were seen prowling the streets of Luna this weekend.
Being a city outside the hegemony of Britain, the Greenskins went about their business unmolested and offered no hostility in turn ...save for their offending stench and threatening glares.
The group seems to be up to no good. Whispering amongst themselves. Pointing and glaring at various 'hummiez.' Purchasing weapons and armor.
Given recent events in Western Britain and Skara Brae, there is some concern over the presence of these raiders and what they might have planned for Malas.
* * *
Ifan Shafiri - the Prime Minister of Umbra - is missing.
The nature of his disappearance remains undetermined. But sources close to Shafiri claim the aging patriarch had been partaking in various illicit substances and chemicals in the weeks leading up to his disappearance. Perhaps in an attempt to restore his youth.
Shafiri is described as a man of average height (though tall amongst the Umbral), slight build, silver hair and dark skin. He wears green robes, often with the hood up, and possesses a ghastly scar on his nose, an injury inflicted upon him by a member of House Seiren.
A replacement for the Prime Minister is currently being sought.
* * *
Sister Frances, Tari Tiwele and Sluggy Freelance spent their evening guarding the Sea Witch Tavern this last weekend.
It appears the enigmatic A - still concerned with revenge against the Magincians - remains at large.
In response the Magincians have begun forming a militia of their own. But this has stoked fears in Britain that the Magincians is massing for a war with the recovering Kingdom.
The truth remains to be seen |
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| [EM News] Orcs Raid the Outskirts of Britain. Address from Captain Jenkins. | |
| Posted on Tuesday, September 6, 2011, 3:45 PM EDT by WarderDragon (Baja) |
Orcs Raid the Outskirts of Britain.
EM Seppo
Few hours ago, a caravan was attacked by a raiding party of orcs at Britain crossroads. Since then, we have received several reports of skirmishes with the orcs at the outskirts of Britain. This is of a great concern as we have largely enjoyed peace with the orcs in the recent past. At this time, we do not know if these are the actions of a single clan or something more. However, early reports indicate that the orcs in the raiding party possess great strength.
Guards have already been dispatched to resist the raiders. All citizens are urged to aid the guards in defending our roads. Also, investigators are called to find out the reason behind the raids. If we can find out the responsible party, we could yet prevent a fullscale war.
Sincerely,
Captain Jenkins
OOC Notes:
1. The orc raiders will continue to attack till we figure out whats going on. This will require interviewing people and piecing together the clues. More orc raiders will spawn at 3:00 PM PST on weekend days, and between 8:00 to 9:00 PM PST on weeknights. If you find anything noteworthy, please either jot it down in a book and drop it in the mailbox at the rewards hall in Malas, or use the feedback link on the EM website to send in your report.
2. The raiders are most vulnerable to poison and then, energy. Their defenses are strongest against fire. Asking a pet to guard you and then attacking them will allow your pet to attack the raiders.
3. The raiders on occassion will drop a trinket. Please, do not double click and use the said trinket or it will disappear. |
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| [RP News] The Bloodied Journal of Pasaul Darkpin. Hunters Search for Murderer. | |
| Posted on Tuesday, September 6, 2011, 3:41 PM EDT by WarderDragon (Baja) |
The Bloodied Journal of Pasaul Darkpin
Author Unknown
The Britannian Press received the following three nights ago.
It would appear a group of thieves and fortune seekers - paid to hunt the enigmatic A - have met their demise. Below are the contents of the journal sent to us.
Dear Sir,
I bring you this news from one of my scouts whom I have sent to Magincia with reports of new attacks.
He brought back this slightly charred and blood covered journal. I would give it to you before the guards so that the people might know the truth before it is rewritten...
This is the journal of Pasaul Darkpin.
I shall write this to keep record of my story that with hope may make me famous someday so that bards will entertain kings with my stories.
Who would have ever thought gypsy's could be robbed in broad daylight?
Myself, Rosemon, and Tallin were on our way to Yew, when we came across their camp, They must have had one helluva night because we were not only able to sneak into their wagons and tents, we made off with our pockets a little heavier all the while they slumbered the day away. One of these days I really must take part in one of those parties just to see for myself.
Day 4.
We made the city of yew nothing more than a rest stop, It seems the elves were too busy with their various trades for us to ply ours. The trip was not a complete loss however, we began to hear rumors that the city of pride was no longer happy with their status and were planning to form their own government... (it looks like this overcast day may begin to brighten after all)
Day 9.
We traveled in what bards must call "a blink of an eye" for our travels to a port were filled with days of simple travel. We avoided the main roads and kept to wooded areas as best as we could. Tallin wished to avoid major towns and moongates in case any guards might recognize us.
Day 13.
If we did not have bad luck lately we would have none at all. We were unable to reach magincia due to a blockade, so our ship was forced to turn back. Not to be discouraged however we "borrowed" a rowboat and decided to try and slip by the blockade at night. Our boat however was more worn than we had noticed and only a few yards from the ship did we find ourselves quickly sinking into the black and possibly monster filled waters around the isle of pride. We were forced to abandon not only our boat, but most of our items in which we use to ply our trade.
Day 27.
I must really try hard to rewrite in detail the days my journal is now missing because of the fight Rosemon and I had the other day. He was furious that I kept updating my journal whenever I found the time and more so that I managed to keep it instead of trying to save our gear before it sank into the black waters the night we were forced to swim the remainder of the way to the magincian shore.
Day 28.
We have spent the last week in magincia trying to understand just how we might make a good profit from the recent events, We found a tavern called the "Sea Witch" that seemed like a good place to hear profitable information. We befriended a bard named Quint who seemed an overly friendly fellow at first however he bought us several rounds of a very good vintage wine and told us more than a few stories of what was going on as of late. The one that peaked our interest was of a bounty on a man known only as "A". Apparently from what we can make of it, the "A" character was bending his revenge over some wench on the whole isle of magincia and one of the locals wanted him stopped. The had even gone on to offer one million gold coins to the ones who could not only stop him but bring proof.
Day 30.
Quint and myself have decided to talk to Rosemon and Tallin to form a group with the skills to hunt down this bounty that could set us all up for life. I explained our various skills to Quint and Tallin gave us more information on the people that we could have ever found on our own. He went on to explain that our target is reputed to be a mage of some power and if possible we should try to find one of our own, The others however were not too thrilled with the idea of having to part with more of their reward money should we pull this off and I agree with them.
Day 32.
Quint has allowed us to stay at his home since what funds we had have now run their course, He has a small little hovel, one that i would not have thought a bard would stay in. The house was dry and warm so i cannot complain too much. We have kept food and drink in our bellies and when we get this bounty we will be set for life, Maybe buy a house in Brit and write the story of my life and adventures.
Day 36.
We have set ourselves to work by asking about town to try and find the person responsible for this bounty, we want to make sure it is more than just rumor as well to know whom we may be working for. I feel that we might be either exposing ourselves to a possible foe or that the bounty may be nothing more than another wild bard tale used to lure adventures into the wild where bandits or monsters will be set upon them, then a stroke of luck.... It seems the rumor is true after all. Rosemon and Tallin found the generous man outside the marketplace. He seemed dressed in finery of a noble however he did not carry himself as such. Tallin left Rosemon with the man and came to find Quint and myself so that we might all meet and discuss the terms of this job. The man never did give his name, and we did not press the issue, However he did give us an advance of 2000 gold to re-equip ourselves and prepare for a good hunt. We left him then and began our preparations by finding a tinker who could fashion a few items used to bypass a lock or two and a local mage who could provide us with a few scrolls to protect ourselves in the event our target was a spellcaster of some sort. After we procure our items tomorrow eve we will begin our hunt. However since we still have quite a bit of gold left we four have decided to have a night of fun and merriment because there is no telling when we might be near a town again to enjoy the finer things.
*This page is marred by the tell tell signs of various ink smudges as well as candle wax and smells faintly of strong liquor.*
Oh gods!!! How i am able to hold this quill and still write with any semblance to words is beyond even me. (I must though or else a book of our exploits may never get written) As the night wore on, we four found ourselves in the Sea Witch with bottles of various vintages in each hand and the company of women every time our gold landed on the table. Quint and Tallin were attempting to sing for the enjoyment of the tavern and i must say that with drinks in him, Quint's ability to sing falters greatly. It must have been four bells past midnight before we were able to stagger back to the cottage we have been staying in. Tallin fell in the woodpile next to the cook pot and he now snores soundly, Rosemon is slumped over the table across from me with one of Quint's lutes clutched in his hand as if it were his own, Quint is sound asleep across the room on the couch and from the noises i heard from him earlier i do not wish to see him when he wakes. I however must pen the happenings down so we can all look back someday and see how foolish we were in our youth...
oh gods... who would be knocking at this hour? perhaps it is some of the ladies from earlier and if so i will be adding a bit more flavor to this book, well i will leave off here so that i might answer the door and enjoy the rest of the night... |
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| [EM News] High Council News | |
| Posted on Sunday, August 28, 2011, 2:29 AM EDT by WarderDragon (Baja) |
High Council News
EM Seppo
Hear Ye, Hear Ye,
In the past two weeks, the newly formed High Council of Britannia has met twice. The main discussion has been pertaining to the council charter that has to be approved by the people. Much progress has been made on this front, and the High Council hopes to present the first draft during a townhall meeting to get feedback from the people in the near future.
Also, the High Council has appointed Councillor Fern Goodfellow as the chief negotiator regarding New Magincia. We realize that passions have been running high, but ask all citizens to behave responsibly so that cooler heads might yet prevail.
On another side note, the High Council meeting scheduled for this weekend has been postponed to next weekend.
Elias Ashmole |
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| [EM News] "Terror in the Night." | |
| Posted on Sunday, August 28, 2011, 2:25 AM EDT by WarderDragon (Baja) |
Terror in the Night
EM Seppo
Aldrich, shivering from the cold night, stood in the middle of some nondescript ruins. Scratching his head, he looked around lacking the memory of how he had reached there or where exactly there was. The nearly full moon in the clear night sky failed to reveal any other person.
“Haaiiil, anyone out there?”
As he walked forward, the sense of the cool grass made him realize that he was not wearing his boots. Quickly, reaching to his side, he found no sword either. He cursed to himself as he thought about explaining the loss of his standard issue sword to his superior. Deciding that any such future explanation is the least of his worry right now, he scanned the ground to look for something he could use as a weapon to defend himself.
You are safe, young guard. Atleast, for now…
Jumping back, Aldrichlooked up in the direction where the hoarse voice had came from.
Whose there? Reveal yourself!
Reveal myself? Soon, but I doubt you would fancy that.
Suddenly, a mist started moving into the ruins with an unnatural speed.
You and I have much to talk about, young guard. I have tasks for you that need to be done.
Taking a deep breath, Aldrich puffed his chest to put up a show of bravado,
I demand that you reveal yourself.
He continued, before his voice cracked from fright,
Tasks, what tasks? I am a Royal Guard of Britannia, I don’t perform tasks for voices cloaked in the dark.
By now, the mist had surrounded him completely. It was so thick that he could barely see his own hands. Just then, he was gripped by his shoulders, and something whispered in his ears in a most foul voice,
STUPID BOY! If I wished, I could break you into half right where you stand!
Then, pushing him to the ground, the thing screamed at him seemingly from every direction…
RUN NOW, but I will return. You cannot resist me forever.
Scrambling up, Aldrich ran as he jumped out of his cot straight into the wall of his very own room.
OUCH!
Groaning, he found his entire body soaking in sweat. Forcing a half smile, he tried to convince himself,
It’s quite alright! It was only a nightmare!
Little did he realize, that at that exact moment, several others across the known lands were waking up with the same nightmare.
Note: This fiction begins the new EM event arc on Baja. Over the next several months, keep an eye out for events that will test the resolve of all. Tentative dates of September events related to this arc are:
Saturday, September 3rd, 15:00 PM PST
Wednesday, September 14th, 8:30 PM PST
Saturday, September 17th, 15:00 PM PST |
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| [RP News] The Sea Witch Tavern Firebombed. Arsonist Escapes Through Moongate. | |
| Posted on Sunday, August 28, 2011, 2:20 AM EDT by WarderDragon (Baja) |
The Sea Witch Tavern Firebombed. Arsonist Escapes Through Moongate.
WarderDragon
A shrouded figure attempted to set fire to the Sea Witch Tavern last evening.
Patrons rushed out of the building and snuffed out the flames. But not before irreperable damage was done to the doors and banner. Mistress Circe - proprietor of the famed tavern - followed with weapon in hand and pursued the man until he disappeared through the moongate.
With tensions rising between Magincia and Britannia it is no wonder such hate-motivated crimes are becoming commonplace. But in a gesture of good faith Lance Marshal - Knight of the Virtues - offered to Guard the tavern until its closing hour.
Those who have information on the crime - or who might be responsible - are encouraged to contact Circe or a member of the Magincian Council. |
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| [RP News] The Magincian Declaration of Independence. Delivered to the Cities of Britannia. | |
| Posted on Sunday, August 14, 2011, 2:32 AM EDT by WarderDragon (Baja) |
The Magincian Declaration of Independence. Delivered to the Cities of Britannia.
WarderDragon
Note distributed throughout the Eastern Britannian Cities, as well as Luna, Hearthfire, Dawn and the Isle of Zanthes.
Four winters have passed since Magincia burned.
Four winters since the Magincians - in our so called Pride - ignored the spectre of death stretching across our western shore. Four winters since the hubris of our elders prompted them to tend the Autumn fires rather than send men to guard the Dark Portal. Four winters since devils - born of malevolence and sentient sin - poured into our homes to murder our loved ones.
It has been four years since the Britannians - in their Virtue - arrived to loot and pillage our Isle. And now they are threatening to do it again.
We have spent years wandering from place to place. Searching for a new home. Our Exodus. Our diaspora. We were beggars as men feasted in Trinsic. Forced to become Gladiators and Prostitutes in J'helom. We were made to toil as slaves for masters in Yew. Called heathens and witches in Minoc.
We have waited for the time when Fate would smile upon us again and allow us to return to the Isle. Watched as Queen Dawn ignored the declaration of Anon and declared our charred Isle as her own.
It was not until the defeat of Virtuebane - and the institution of the New Britannian Government - that they cared enough to restore Magincia. And even then it was a ruse. One to award parcels to the wealthiest collectors and aristocrats. We Magincians have had to fight for what we have now.
Your Britannians - men such as Elladan - would have us living his interpretation of Virtue. Humble. Submissive. Living in squalor as Shepherds or Farmers. Singing the praises of a King who abandoned Britannia.
His Virtues. Not Ours.
And now Fig brings a Blockade to our Isle. He did a talented job of turning himself into the victim last night. In the morning ships surrounded the Isle. Blocked in the Magincian Trade Fleet and prevented it from moving. He placed the Pilots of his Battle Fleet behind the cannons and aimed them for the Sea Witch. And when we called him out on it, he claims he was just there to trade?
How dare we question his actions.
I confess Valek and I reacted poorly. Undiplomatically. But we have families on the Isle to consider. Wives and children. And when someone who is so willing to shed our blood launches a fleet for our harbor and then feigns innocence, we are going to be a bit indignant.
We are an Isle of Craftsmen. Sailors. Tradesmen. Magi. We are an Isle who values freedom of thought and religion. We will not accept cannons aimed at our homes. We will not be made to submit.
It is with that I again declare us a Sovereign Magincia. It is with these words we rededicate this the Isle of Pride.
Sincerely,
Dante of House Lamperouge. |
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| [EM News] The High Council of Britannia to Gather. Sunday at 8:30 PM PST / 11:30 EST. | |
| Posted on Sunday, August 14, 2011, 2:27 AM EDT by WarderDragon (Baja) |
The High Council of Britannia to Gather.
EM Seppo
To High Councillors,
The Britannian High Council will meet this Sunday at 8:30 PM PST / 11:30 PM EST behind closed doors in Lord British’s Castle. You may bring an assistant to the meeting. Additionally, a representative from each of the independent kingdoms, as deemed by late Queen Dawn and currently in good standing with Britannia, is also invited to the meeting.
The agenda of the meeting is to discuss the High Council Charter, which I might add the council is obligated to formulate as their first and foremost assignment. Furthermore, the role of the representatives will also be discussed during the meeting.
Sincerely,
Captain Jenkins
*A copy of the letter is sent to the leaders of Heaven’s Forge, Kingdom of Dawn, Queendom of Shieba, and Village of Avalon* |
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| [RP News] Breaking News. Britannian Warships Blockade the Port of Magincia. | |
| Posted on Saturday, August 13, 2011, 3:56 PM EDT by WarderDragon (Baja) |
Breaking News. Britannian Warships Blockade the Port of Magincia.
WarderDragon
Reports are coming in that Warships - associated with the House of Fig - have blockaded the Northern Shore of the Isle of Pride.
The Warships - armed with cannons and soldiers - are preventing trade vessels associated with the Free Port and her allies from entering and leaving the harbor.
The show of force appears to be related to tonights meeting between the Citizens of Magincia and the Britannian High Council. The Britannians - in particular Fig and Elladan - have announced their willingness to bring war to the Isle unless the Magincians submit and acknowledge the Virtues. |
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| [RP News] The New Magincian Trading Co. - Seeking Able Sailors. | |
| Posted on Saturday, August 13, 2011, 3:53 PM EDT by WarderDragon (Baja) |
Posted at each Bank and Port of Call.
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| [RP News] The Game of Intrigue: News and Rumors - August 2011 the Summer of Love | |
| Posted on Saturday, August 13, 2011, 3:51 PM EDT by WarderDragon (Baja) |
The Game of Intrigue: News and Rumors
WarderDragon
Rumors are often just that. Rumors. But sometimes even a rumor bears with it a single grain of truth.
You are welcome to build on this list. I. Valek Typhoon - Captain of the Chimera - and Lynne Zellinous of Magincia have announced their engagement. The two are expected to be wed sometime this autumn upon the Isle of Pride.
II. Lindae Seiren has also announced that he is to wed his longtime consort and lover.
Seeking a return to Virtue - and the tenants of Lord Cantabrigian - Lindae has petitioned Councillor Elladan to officiate their nupitals. No word on whether the elected Paladin has accepted or not.
The two are expected to be wed in Castle Britannia sometime this Autumn.
III. Natalie Vain - a Shepherdess from the Magincia - claims to have been driven from the Isle of Pride.
However - despite the rapt glee of some Britannian's - those responsible do not appear to be Magincian.
This note was found at the Magincian Gazebo three evenings ago: So you have returned, Natalie! Soon, I will find you, and when I do, I will destroy you and your family!
Oh, by the way, your sheep in Magincia, they taste delicious! - Irene Enterprise.
IV. Proserpina the Witch has been wandering the lands in search of the enigmatic "A."
The man had claimed to have murdered several Magincians to avenge her. Now she wants answers. |
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| The Fall of Evil: The Devil of Ter Mur is Vanquished. Athenaeum is Reconquered. | |
| Posted on Saturday, August 13, 2011, 3:47 PM EDT by WarderDragon (Baja) |
Fall of Evil: The Devil of Ter Mur is Vanquished. Athenaeum is Reconquered.
WarderDragon
It is over.
The Devil of Ter Mur - the Defiler of Rhista and the Queen - has been vanquished on the slopes of Athenaeum Isle.
It began with a summons. A call to all who would stand with the Gargish Queen. It would seem Her Holiness - the Defender of Ter Mur and High Broodmother - has lost favor with her people. For few amongst her own people answered. Indeed she marched to the Isle without so much as an escort of her own.
It was the humans who answered her call. And elves. The Sons of Britannia and the Daughters of Magincia. Northerners and Feluccans. Knights and Pirates. Banded together to shed the blood of a daemon.
There at the center of the Void storm the Queen and her mercenaries gathered. There where the Defiler and Rhista stood trapped in a torment once thought eternal. Stone where flesh once graced. Moss to cover the parts where clothing and armor had long since rotted away.
"Your Majesty," a voice intoned. "Shall we?"
The Queen looked to the man. "We shall."
She raised the ceremonial rod high above her head and chanted ...reversing the flawed incantation she had casted centuries before. The ground stirred. Earth and pebbles cascaded into the Void below. And then the roar.
The Minions of Scelestus - his Daemonic Generals and Void Servants - rushed to aid their infernal master as he awoke. But to no avail. The Blades of the Lightsworn and the Vampiric Incantations of Necromancers battered his accursed form until - at last - his corporeal form collapsed upon the ground.
The Queen borrowed a blade and stepped forward. Cursing the Defiler under her breath she heaved the weapon high ...and brought it down upon his arm in a gruesome spray of blood.
Turning - the black ichor coating her armor and face - she spoke. "What do you humans say?" She raised the gored limb high. "Commemoration?"
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| [RP Fiction] Confessions of a Mage Chapter 4: A Show of Force | |
| Posted on Saturday, August 13, 2011, 3:43 PM EDT by WarderDragon (Baja) |
Confessions of a Mage Chapter 4: A Show of Force
Fig the Ancient
Fig the Ancient launches a fleet of warships for the Port of New Magincia.
You can view the piece below. Concubine and Wench had been playing jokes upon the poor Inez the Barkeep for the last week. Inez was begining to question her service in Castle Fig, but nothing unsual happened in the keep since the announcement of the leaders of Britainnia. People came and went through the keep and Inez continued her duties as instructed, "Serve them all, but no questions."
But this day was different. The entire staff of Castle Fig had gathered in the dining hall, as if waiting for somethimg to happen.
Concubine did her best to contain herself but was unsuccessfull.
As she let out a slight giggle. The hooded man turned his gaze upon the crafter, with eyes that would kill the strongest dragon. Her chuckle died down as she realized the seriousness of the moment.
The Hall grew quiet as the ancient entered the dining hall. He slowly entered the hall and took the seat at the head of table. He looked over his childern, which he had gathered. His gaze fell upon Concubine. She felt his gaze fall upon her. She knew she could not hold out any longer.
"I have the key M'lord." Concubine shouted, holding up a ship key for all to see.
"You mean it is done?", the old man asked.
"Just gate that key, M'lord, and you will understand.", Concubine replied, as she tossed the golden key accross the table.
The key skittered across the table, resting in front of the old man. Concubine stifled a chuckle as Fig picked up the key.
"This is the key yes? I take it your mission is accomplished?", The ancient asked in ernest.
"To trust the children of Fig. To make the call." the words fell from the gargoyles lips as if it were the words of doom.
"Very Well. Concubine and Wench accompany me. The rest prepare for the end." the old man said.
He waved his hand over the key and the magical gate appeared around the old man, who was muttering some arcane words over the key.
"Show me.", The old man said.
"So be it." Concubine said, as Wench entered the gate. Concubine followed right after the gargoyle, and vanished.
"So be it, my child." Fig uttered, as he stepped through the gate.
The old man found himself in a small rowboat with Wench and Concubine floating in the open water, just east of the sea market.
"This is what you wanted to show me?", the old man shouted, as his gaze searched the horizon.
"Patience, m'lord. Not all is as it seems.". Concubine said, as she gestered toward the east.
Fig fell to his knees as he sighted a fleet of Gargoyle ships approaching his position. He gathered himself as the lead ship approched their position and lowered a rowboat for the three to board the flagship.
Fig looked deeply into Concubine's eyes. "You had this planned all along, didn't you?"
"I am a child of Fig. Would I do anything less, M'Lord.", she replied.
The old man considered her words and yelled, "SET SAIL FOR NEW MAGINICA!" |
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| The Baja Auction House Returns. Tonight at 6:00 PM PST. | |
| Posted on Saturday, August 13, 2011, 3:38 PM EDT by WarderDragon (Baja) |
The Baja Auction House Returns. Tonight at 6:00 PM PST
Tapme O'Tune
The Baja Auction House [BAH] is returning. Date: Saturday, August 13th.
Time: 6:00 PM PST / 9:00 PM EST.
Location: West of Luna. You can view the announcement here. |
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| [EM News] Weekend Events: Demise of the Defiler and High Council Oath Ceremony. | |
| Posted on Friday, August 5, 2011, 7:11 PM EDT by WarderDragon (Baja) |
Weekend Events: Demise of the Defiler and High Council Oath Ceremony.
EM Seppo
1. High Council Oath Ceremony.
Join Captain Jenkins as the newly elected High Councillors take an Oath this Friday at 9:00 PM PST / 12:00 AM EST.
2. Demise of the Defiler
Queen Zhah requests assistance on Saturday, August 6th at 3:00 PM PST / 6:00 PM EST. She will be at the Ter Mur Moongate awaiting your arrival. |
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