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There is great uncertainty among us, and all the great peoples of our land.
Men of dark intent ravage the land, claiming to have slaughtered maidens in their thousands, eaten dead, burnt, bodies and griefed the very souls of the most honourable of men - among other abhorrent exploits.
The great Orcworm himself has seemingly been claimed by an inscrutable madness, caught in a maelstrom of rage and self-loathing that results in the wanton destruction of many a mere mortal, while he inexplicably commits suicide as often as the sun sets.
The core of our magick itself has been corrupted with the seed of malice, causing even simple charms to contort and burst into malevolent and deadly outbursts of unmoulded power. Floating clouds that have supported our land's great mages for eons twist and spasm with the agony bleeding from the land, leaving trails of inexplicable debris from the Otherworld. Who now can predict what will happen when we attempt to spirit ourselves home? Many a charmed compass has swung wildly in every direction and burst into flames in the hands of its user, screaming tears of blood and fury. A mage constructs a simple rune and the very chunks, the divine bastions of our nation, vanish from beneath their feet and cast them screaming into the belly of the earth.
These are dark times.
Who is to blame for this?
My friends, I have happened upon a dark and frightening fraternity of Bards corrupted and turned by their insatiable greed and lust for unmitigated power. However, only partial is my knowledge of the extent that this plague has infected our once great land. I tell you now the identity of the one of the assailants.
Baldymoint7
Long has this demon plagued the northern reaches of Zmarkan, sending twisted tongues of flame scorching the earth from northern Thorold all the way to Turbansk, the jewel of the South. He rampages through the land and must be stopped at all costs! I myself have encountered him once in the small and foundling village of Cliffside of which I am a neighbour to. Is it coincidence that at the time of our conflict the village was engulfed in an uproar, with battles occurring in the streets and much confusion over the very rules of griefing that govern our fair people? I think not. This baldymoint7 is a cunning devil, and though i managed to pierce his cursed flesh twice with arrows and wound him deeply with my diamond blade, he lives on.
I beseech you now, my fair people. My beautiful and lovely compatriots. Hunt down this demon! Cast him into the fires of the Nether where he should remain eternally. But do not only this, for he is but a fragment of the blight on our souls. We must uncover the identities of his brothers in arms and defeat them before every fibre of our being is fraught with irrevocable evil! I beg of you my friends, there are traitors among us.
This is a time of great unrest. I, in my humble opinion, proclaim that those of malignant intent should reveal themselves with honour and grace, and those warriors of the light stand by the side of Orcworm and aid him in his time of insanity. We must obliterate these cankerous devils!
For longer than any of us remember, the glimmering plains of this realm have mystified and enchanted. Now they lay under threat. Dark are the forests of Acheron - no longer a safe haven in the heart of the Weywood but infested with the minions of the dark. Dangerous are the outskirts of New Orcshire - there is more at work here than the mere greed of petty bandits! The darkness in our souls - and it exists in all of us - has been whipped up into a dangerous fury by the powers of the dark and we must do all we can to resist it.
A time of great unrest is among us. Find these traitors - these minions of the dark - and through them their dark lord. That is our great quest. If none will aid me I will go alone. I will obliterate the evil in this realm, even if it sucks the very air from my lungs - the very light from my eyes.
May the light illuminate our path to a new, golden age for this fair land.
Yours Sincerely,
The Hatter of Lirigon
Men of dark intent ravage the land, claiming to have slaughtered maidens in their thousands, eaten dead, burnt, bodies and griefed the very souls of the most honourable of men - among other abhorrent exploits.
The great Orcworm himself has seemingly been claimed by an inscrutable madness, caught in a maelstrom of rage and self-loathing that results in the wanton destruction of many a mere mortal, while he inexplicably commits suicide as often as the sun sets.
The core of our magick itself has been corrupted with the seed of malice, causing even simple charms to contort and burst into malevolent and deadly outbursts of unmoulded power. Floating clouds that have supported our land's great mages for eons twist and spasm with the agony bleeding from the land, leaving trails of inexplicable debris from the Otherworld. Who now can predict what will happen when we attempt to spirit ourselves home? Many a charmed compass has swung wildly in every direction and burst into flames in the hands of its user, screaming tears of blood and fury. A mage constructs a simple rune and the very chunks, the divine bastions of our nation, vanish from beneath their feet and cast them screaming into the belly of the earth.
These are dark times.
Who is to blame for this?
My friends, I have happened upon a dark and frightening fraternity of Bards corrupted and turned by their insatiable greed and lust for unmitigated power. However, only partial is my knowledge of the extent that this plague has infected our once great land. I tell you now the identity of the one of the assailants.
Baldymoint7
Long has this demon plagued the northern reaches of Zmarkan, sending twisted tongues of flame scorching the earth from northern Thorold all the way to Turbansk, the jewel of the South. He rampages through the land and must be stopped at all costs! I myself have encountered him once in the small and foundling village of Cliffside of which I am a neighbour to. Is it coincidence that at the time of our conflict the village was engulfed in an uproar, with battles occurring in the streets and much confusion over the very rules of griefing that govern our fair people? I think not. This baldymoint7 is a cunning devil, and though i managed to pierce his cursed flesh twice with arrows and wound him deeply with my diamond blade, he lives on.
I beseech you now, my fair people. My beautiful and lovely compatriots. Hunt down this demon! Cast him into the fires of the Nether where he should remain eternally. But do not only this, for he is but a fragment of the blight on our souls. We must uncover the identities of his brothers in arms and defeat them before every fibre of our being is fraught with irrevocable evil! I beg of you my friends, there are traitors among us.
This is a time of great unrest. I, in my humble opinion, proclaim that those of malignant intent should reveal themselves with honour and grace, and those warriors of the light stand by the side of Orcworm and aid him in his time of insanity. We must obliterate these cankerous devils!
For longer than any of us remember, the glimmering plains of this realm have mystified and enchanted. Now they lay under threat. Dark are the forests of Acheron - no longer a safe haven in the heart of the Weywood but infested with the minions of the dark. Dangerous are the outskirts of New Orcshire - there is more at work here than the mere greed of petty bandits! The darkness in our souls - and it exists in all of us - has been whipped up into a dangerous fury by the powers of the dark and we must do all we can to resist it.
A time of great unrest is among us. Find these traitors - these minions of the dark - and through them their dark lord. That is our great quest. If none will aid me I will go alone. I will obliterate the evil in this realm, even if it sucks the very air from my lungs - the very light from my eyes.
May the light illuminate our path to a new, golden age for this fair land.
Yours Sincerely,
The Hatter of Lirigon
Last edited by thebadhatter on 2011-06-06, 21:21; edited 2 times in total
please forgive me. I've just gotten worked up the past couple days when people try to mess around with me. Tho thats no excuse for my reaction, please I'm so sorry. P.S: FILLER hates me 
. Oh wait... *ban*