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The
summer time invaded us already and during all this time our
colony had
a fairly quiet life down here at BlackRock. We had made
some
advances with our plans. Not many things had happened during
this time.
Life is still developing saludably, and children run around
playing
with each other. News have also come from far in the surface, as our cousins, our brothers in blood, the Hill Dwarves of Camp Jollymount sent messengers to inform us of their life in the swamps. We honor Beef Rockbringer for leading the dwarven peoples as stright as he has done so far. Life,
as i said, is calm and quiet .. although we had one anecdote
with two
of our well known Grimnir followers.. An old bishop and
his aprentice
dwarf. Abraham, an old bishop, which teaches the
young
Aztho. They had a fight between them during the
dinner
time. Everyone in our colony was there, including our
Queen Shakka.
The discussion started when they were in the library, taking
care of
the old Book of Grimnir. This is just the way the dwarves understand parties ... or battles, whatever you like to name it ... do you want to join us? Tarnon
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Hail my fellow wizards
The time has come for
our many races to come forth and prove there right to
exist. The coming of Arragoth will certainly weed out the
weaker, leaving only the strong to rule the land, as it
should be. To send a message to the Minotaurs use the following form |
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Alternativelly, Contact the wizard Giarc Ravesor directly
Contact Giarc Ravesor at rosevear.craig.ca@bhp.com.au
The plains men fear none. Those who gain our trust will be defended unto death. Those who oppose us, will be fed to our dogs. With the rising danger from the long dead, the Plainsmen will now grasp control of their island. With their allies, they shall conquer their new foe and the world.
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"Aaaah...well...thosī derty Dark Elves sure took sum
beateenī", the orc growled laughing, pounding the mug on the wooden
table, pouring
ale all over the place. "Yesss, but good fightersss they were", a
beautiful High
Elven woman wearing a leather armor made of pure, dark-green snake leather
whispered.
"It wasss fun playing with them".
"Matter it does not. Dead they are. Money we got. Eat and drink we do.
Your father he
is." The giant Ogreīs voice rumbled through the tavern, not really sure
what the
last sentence meant, but `good it soundedī.
Zitterhand Schenkein, owner of "The Black Rock Tavern" regretted the message he sent out for the first time. Okay, he wanted strangers to visit town. In particular his tavern, but that did not mean EVERY DAMN BEGGAR. This group of poorly educated, rough and monstrous looking mercenaries or whatever they were sent shivers down his spine.
"More ale mista!" the Orc shouted through the tavern. The dwarven guests already turnd their seats to have a better view on whats going on. "Be patient", Barbie Schmuckstück, waitress of the tavern calmed Zitterhand.
"Soon Magnus will have time for them and then they will
have much
work to do and no time to visit us".
"I sure hope so", Zitterhand replied, "If they continue their
behaviour i
swear will...I... ehm...well...i will... demand double price for
sure."
"Look at the other newcomers", he continued, pointing at some
black robed guests
in the other corner of the tavern. "They know how to behave. No loud
noises, no
boasting, just taking their meal and thatīs it. Fine guests these men are.
Well, they
could drink more ale for sure, but better than this bunch of wild
animals."
"HEY!!! Brutusss here ordered sssome ale. Deaf or what?"
"Coming!!!" Barbie answered. "Okay," she said to
Zittrerhand,
"stay here. I will bring them their ale."
"Are you sure thatīs wise?" Schenkein doubted it, but Barbie was
on her way
already.
Da Orcs
"HEYYYYYY!!!! Luk what we got hea!" A plainsman
eyes opened wide
in amazement. "Cutie-cute i would say! Cum hea babe." Grabbing
Barbies apron he
pulled her near. His breath stunk from ale and weeks biting the dust.
"Leave me
alone!" Barbie queeked. "You dumb brute!"
"Now up you wait! Me dumb brute! He numb cute! HARHAR!" Morg
NīThrog, the Ogre
thundered ripping more flesh from the roasted boar, spilling some
over the
halflings on the next table.
With a short pull Natar Kalinu, the plainsman, lifted Barbie up in the air
and dropped her
backfirst on the table. "Iīll shou yu heveen, babe!"
"Now itīs getting funny!!! YEAH!!!", a Gnome howled.
Building a circle around Barbie and Kalinu the mercenaries cheered and
growled. "Show
it to her!" "Do hea gud!" "Cum on, cum on!" "I
canīt see
anything!!!!"
Screaming and pounding her fists on the plainsmens breasts Barbie tried all
she could not
to get raped, but the brute force of the man as well as the others cheering
and shouting
soon showed her her chances of success. None.
Meanwhile the Under Dwarves stuck their heads togehter, discussing what to do and how to help Barbie.
Fumbling with his trousers Kalinu finally got ready to rock,
as suddenly
NīThrog fell to the floor with a disturbing rattle coming out his throat.
Seconds later
Elena Silverhair, the elven hunter sank to the ground unconcious and before
recognizing
what was going on the two Orcs lay motionless on the table, while the Gnome
quickly
realized the situation and cowered under the table.
Taking a quick look around, releasing Barbie and pulling up his trousers
Kalinu grabbed
for his sword, which lay on the table. What was going on? He couldnīt see
any enemies.
Only shadows moving around him, shifting from place to place. Turning around
quickly
Kalinu tried to make out his foes, but failed to pinpoint anything specific
to attack.
Then there was some movement in front of him. He readied his sword to
attack, but the
figure coming out of the shadows convinced him otherwise.
"The Shrel Shakan...", Kalinu whispered dropping his sword in
panic.
"Ehm...neva mind...we wunted to leeve anywey...bye!" Speaking the
last word he
ran out the tavern molding into the townīs shadows.
Approaching Barbie the black robed man stretched out his hand to help her from the table. "My name is Schwerer Ausnahmefehler. Glad to be of service, beautiful maid. May i order some more ale now, please?" Amazed and astonished Barbie took his hand and tried to catch a glimpse of the strangers face to no avail.
"Th...thank you very much, noble one. I am deep in your
debt. Who
knows what horrible things they would have done to me." With the last
word she broke
out in tears, cowering beneath the table.
"ONE ON THE HOUSE!!!" Zitterhand who watched the show amazed
shouted. "TWO
FOR THE NOBLES!" The crowed cheered up and everyone continued eating
and drinking.
Another story for my memoires, Schenkein thought and with a smile he poured
the ale for
his customers.
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Hail brave adventurers. We are the sandpeople. I take it upon myself, Gunther, leader of these tribes to welcome you. My people are nomads and go where they please. I would reccommend that you stay out of thier way. The sandpeople have an old saying, "One is many." If you hurt one, we shall hurt many.... Keep this in mind, and good luck to you all.
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