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 April 25, Wednesday |
| A report from a ghost - |
After reading Pad's tale of what happened by the Honor shrine last night, I feel it is my duty to inform thee of the true course of events. *winks*
The tale begins in Deepwater, Monday evening. I once again returned to the mortal plane to observe those who are not dead only to find a large group gathered around one apparently known as Jacob. He was wittering on about something being near the honor shrine, in a ruins but not knowing the exact location. After making a few attempts at haunting the crowd, becoming unseen and then seen in another location I decided to find out what this old fool was on about. After ignoring my recommendation to make use of the moongate system, Jacob opened a gate to the honor shrine which I promptly entered, walking straight through Jacob and followed by many of those who are not dead.
The party of the living milled around at the shrine for a while whilst I scouted around the area, finding a ruins to the north. After repeatedly walking away, disappearing, walking back, reappearing and walking away again in order to coax those who are living to follow me, they trooped up to the ruins. Dispatching of the few that were dead but now fight, those who are not dead found a small crate. They failed after many attempts to open it and deicding that these were the wrong ruins due to the fact that they were not heavily guarded as jacob had predicted, I scouted around the area once more but failed to find the ruins.
I returned to those who were not dead and overheard one of them talking about another ruins to the east. I ran off in that direction, followed by one of those who were not dead wearing chainmail. We arrived at the ruins and whilst I ran through the hordes of ratmen and lizardmen, he who was not dead was engaged in combat and became trapped, fighting two monsters at a time in a corner of the ruins. I found a magical crystal and tried to pick it up but unfortunately I am dead and cannot do that. I ran back to the crowd of those who were not dead and after a few of them made contact with my realm, I told them of the other ruins and the crystal and they followed me to it.
An immense battle ensued and those who were dead buried the crystal I had found under a pile of corpses and forgot about it. They also found a scroll but I am dead and cannot read it. After a while I was able to tell them of the crystal I had found and the bodies decayed to reveal it. One of those who was not dead in chain mail, oft times referred to as guardsmen, had the idea of saying the name of the enemy to the crystal, as is apparently written in some book or other. Nobody knew who the enemy was, however and those who were dead milled around again for a while whilst I studied the crystal and listen to their chatter.
A few of those who were not dead recognised my great wisdom and questioned me on what they were supposed to do. In my wisdom I told them to return to deepwater and ask Jacob. Many of them did and after a short time, the one known as Pad returned and yelled, "the word to say is anathema" and promptly disappeared. The crowd, including myself proceeded to say the word "Anathema" to the crystal I had found and we disappeared, teleported to a mountain ruin inhabited by a daemon, apparently named Daregard. According to those who were not dead, both the crystal and the daemon were black.
About half of those who were not dead moved into the nest room where Pad read from some books about Dragons and fighting and such. I the other room, many tired to be teleported by the pentegram there but seemed to be failing. The crowd again asked me "Ghost, what should we do?" I recommend again returning to deepwater and asking Jacob and that if somebody had a saw they could cut the bars that imprisoned daregard. This time none followed my advice to return and the saw could nay cut the bars.
By this point in the proceedings, many had learnt to contact my realm and every word I said was repeated by three or four of those who are not dead. After a short time, Pad suddenly discovered that the pentegram could be operated by saying the word "nehkrad" I ran through the crowds ahead of him, quoted the word to the pentegram and found myself in a room with a few who had recently become dead and some gargoyles. After a while, the room filled and the gargoyles were slain. pad read from the book on the table and two gates were found, one to Britain and one named the serpent vortex, which I could nay enter. After reading from the book and observing the room, those who had become dead, those who were not dead and those who were already dead (myself) retreated from the gargoyle hordes which kept appearing.
I am left with a few questions. Who is Drankhen? Who is Jacob? What do they want? Where is Jacob's soulstone? If I ram the soulstone into my forehead will I suddenly get an urge to head east and become some massive red daemon that breathes red lighting? Only time will tell (well, maybe not the last question).
Thank you for reading.
-A ghostly spirit
Pad O'lions report can be found here: http://uo.stratics.com/news/EuropaFrames.shtml
Elv'eng - Europa Courant |
| April 21, Saturday |
| Trial of Vice mayor Gathis of Moonglow - |
Hear ye - Hear ye!
On Sunday, April 22nd, at 19.00 CET - 6pm BST - 5pm GMT the trial of vicemayor Gathis of Moonglow will be held in the Yew Court of Truth, Trammel.
The Moonglow City Council thinks he is responsible for several murders and guilty of high treason, as he seems to be the one trying to kill mayor Yoldran, because of which Yoldran had to feign his own death.
Town Constable Kabach Cryonax will try to proove this to the jury as prosecutor, while Preben of the Custodes Pax will defend Gathis. Deciding about his guilt will be a jury consisting of 6 citizens of Deepwater and 6 citizens of Spiritwood. Chancellor Michael of the Spiritwood University will then set the verdict.
Everyone is invited to attend the trial and listen to the arguments being brought forth.
For more information on the history of this case and the view of the
Council, please visit itīs skypage at http://stop.at/moonglow/ .
I hope to see ye there,
Kulgan,
Treasurer of the Moonglow City Council
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| April 20, Friday |
| Deepwater Wrestling Competion - |
This sunday (22/4) night Deepwater will host the Deepwater Wrestling Championships again. We'll be in the Deepwater Tower of Magic, witch is located east of the Deepwater tavern, Owls eye. It will start at 9pm cet (8pm gmt). Wrestlers should be there atleast 10-30minutes before the event start to sign up.
Wrestlers will have to pay a fee of 1000gold coins to join, this will go in to the prize pot that can be won. The winner will recive a check on 25.000gp, and will also get the title Wrestler of Deepwater, untill the next competion.
Rules of the the competion:
You may NOT use healing in any form, nor may you use weapons or armor. If any of this rules would be broken by one person, he or she will be kicked out from the event.
However, you MAY use bonus potions, sutch as refresh, strenght etc. Leather/Studded gloves may also be used, and this can be magic if the person wants to wear that.
So do not forget, this sunday, at 9pm cet (8pm gmt). Deepwater will host its Deepwater Wrestling Championships. And you can win up to 25.000gold coins. Location is at the Deepwater Tower, witch is located east of Owls eye, the tavern in Deepwater.
Ryndir - Event cordinator
http://deepwater.lemming.org |
| April 19, Thursday |
| The shadow of Jacob is free - |
Greetings
Last night as I returned from my studies back to that haven of peace and scholarship called the Spiritwood University, I was greeted by a gathering of restless souls crowding the lobby. Members of our own University as well as others including Dianora, the mayor of Deepwater township had already gathered there in anticipation of the events of the evening, as foretold by the shade of the departed Druid of yore known as Jacob. In fact it was his lost love Annoura, who, after her rescue from the Orc Fort, had proclaimed that on the night of the 18th, the time would be right for she and her Jacob to be once more united in timeless love. As we spoke about the events that were about to unfold, the stillness was broken by a large detachment of soldiers from the Guardsmen of Yew. Under the command of one particular young officer, they had apparently been assigned to our service in this worthy quest. Not knowing where to start, we decided after some discussion that half of the soldiers might make their way to the Tomb of Jacob, to see if his spirit stirred there, while the other half accompanied the rest of us to the town of Spiritwood in Felucca, where Annoura had last been seen taking her rest. I formed a mental link with the detachment of soldiers bound for the Tomb so that they could send word of any discoveries, before making a magical portal for them to transport to that dark and forbidding place. I warned them not to wander far but to seek for any sign of the shade of Jacob.
After several attempts to gather up the stragglers, those remaining travelled then to the town of Spiritwood in Felucca, where we made our way to the University campus there but alas, Annoura was not to be seen. There was however a darkly clad old man whom the Militia soldiers referred to as “Father” and whom they seemed to hold in some regard although I for one cannot for the life of me see why they should, for he was a most unruly and ill mannered wretch. No sooner had I arrived when he clutched violently at my arm and demanded I follow him into the shadow of the tower for some secretive exhortations. Once he had unhanded me, I agreed to see what this foul tempered old brut sought of me, and followed him a short way from the crowd, whereupon he immediately accused me of setting a trap for the Militia detachment sent to aid this holy task and demanded the single rune I held for the Tomb of Jacob. Naturally I declined and returned at once to rejoin the others. It was then that this old fellow, called Adjudicator by the Guardsmen present, spit curses at us and called for the hunting and burning of those who displeased him, claiming all to be somehow stained with a defilement of magic. He thence himself conjured a magical portal into which he ordered the last remaining guardsmen! Although quite perturbed by this bizarre behaviour, perhaps I surmised the result of his failing aged mind, I urged the others to have compassion for the old brut as he fled, and we soon set our minds once more to the task at hand, namely finding the Lady Annoura so that she could once and forever more be reunited with Jacob.
It was then that I received word from Ms. Terri, the rather remarkable Housekeeper of the Spiritwood University who, along with a small but determined band of scholars had remained ever vigilant within the Tomb despite the withdrawal of the original Yew Militia detachment sent to stand guard. It seems that this small band of scholars saw their devotion to service rewarded for the bewitched and moaning form of the shade of Jacob himself had come, and was at once beset by hordes of undead minions! Glad was I then that I had retained the precious rune, for I used it at once, calling forth a magical portal to that place and beseeching the brave souls gathered about me to hasten through to relive our hard pressed comrades in the tomb. Through they poured with great determination and not a moment too soon, for the sight that they beheld in that dark place was a most loathsome and terrifying thing indeed. Shades, Wraiths, Lichs and more swarmed therein, all set upon the destruction of the spirit of Jacob who stood there too, within his protective circle moaning in despair. Annoura too was sighted fleetingly in the shadows and Jacob called out to her as the attacks increased. Soon huge red beasts started to come forth, Elder gazers the colour of molten lava, fierce crimson Gargoyles and a great blood red Wyrm all baring the name of Drakhen’s Pets! I frantically cast my curative spells and sent a hasty call to lady Dianora to bring forth the Heart of Anathema and Words of Power that she had gathered. This she did and throwing caution to the wind, she bravely stood within the very centre of the maelstrom and spoke the words. A wave of terrible Lichs came forth and struck the good Mayoress down. We rushed to her aid and restored her to what health we could and again she chanted and called forth.
It was about then that a gate opened into the very midst of this madness and pouring forth from it came yet more of the Guardsmen of Yew. They set about themselves slashing and cutting and showing that, where they may fail when tasks of common civility are called for, they are on the contrary most capable of shear brut force, for soon the undead hosts were at last in abeyance. Again the Mayor Dianora used the words of power.
And then it was that the recently transformed lady Annoura at last came forth and stood before the tormented spirit of the ancient Druid Jacob. Clutched in her trembling had was a staff of great mystery, which she held out before the midnight form of the druid’s soul. It was his own staff it seems! Then it was that these old eyes at last beheld a miracle the likes of which I have rarely been witness to. There was a shock of brilliant lightening and then as the smoke cleared and our eyes grew once more accustomed to the gloom, there stood before us a man where once the black form of a tormented and disembodied soul had coalesced. It was Jacob, made whole once more through the words of Dianora, “Dianna’s namesake”, just as was foretold by the Tome of the Crimson Serpent!
The gathered throngs shouted out in jubilant triumph then as Jacob fell into the arms of his beloved, clearly weakened and in shock. Many spoke then offering aid and a place of rest for the pair. Dianora invited them to the town of Deepwater, where they would be welcomed. I offered them the shelter of the peace and tranquillity of the University. A rough military voice called out that the Militiamen’s own stronghold of Stonekeep was the most well guarded place in the land and it was here that Jacob chose to journey to next, for he opened a pair of gates, firstly to the lands of Trammel and thence to the meadow of Stonekeep itself. No sooner had the  gathered heroes arrived but all were set upon by heaving elementals that sprang forth from the earth, clattering spiders and venomous scorpions! So much for the safety of famed Stonekeep! Many good souls bravely held off this attacking force allowing Jacob and Annoura to dash to safety in the central keep. I myself went after to make sure they had arrived at last in safety, but I was rudely accosted and insulted by the soldiers therein. It seems that my humble book of hymns and prayers was viewed as some sort of accursed defilement, no doubt the legacy of that mad old fool I had met earlier. I was insulted and threatened with physical violence if I did not cast the book aside at once, and so, pacifist that am, I immediately left that unholy house.
I can say no more therefore of what came to pass within, but only this: T’was but a short moment later, as we gathered to leave, that the gods brought down a great curse and time itself stood still across the lands. I cannot but think that it was as a fell warning to the men of the Guardsmen’s Militia, whose lack of charity may have displeased them so. I know that many brave souls at last awoke in their beds, shaking their heads as though none of this had come to pass. But I tell ye my friends, it did. Jacob and Annoura are re-united once more, and I have since received word from Mayoress Dianora that both shall avail themselves of the hospitality of the township of Deepwater this coming Monday Evening, the 23rd where ALL shall be welcome to attend.
Sacre Benedictus
Michael
Chancellor of the Spiritwood University
Humble Monk of the Virtues
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| April 16, Monday |
| The Third Night of Masks on Thursday - |
The Third Night of Masks – The Great Masquerade.
Thursday 19th of April at 20 (CET)
‘Tis mine honour to invite thou to the third masked ball hosted by the Trade Caravan of Cove. The rules are simple, come in masked so no one knows thou. Ye may pretend to be someone famous, or a person thou loathe or admire. So it is simply your choice. As this is magical night, if thou’rt shy enough to show thy true face, ye may always escape before the great unmasking.
So any is welcomed to the great Night of Masks, at the Trade Caravan of Cove Tower (44o 33'N 67o 42'E) on Trammel facet.
Videric Gaveston
The Trade Caravan of Cove
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| April 15, Sunday |
| Spiritwood Tavern Lottery - |
This Sunday, April 15th, the Spiritwood Tavern will host another Lottery. It will start at 9pm cet (8pm gmt). The grand prize is 100.000 gold pieces!
You can buy keys from the vendor outside the Tavern, but you need to register the keys with Aranlindale, by telling him your number(s) by choosing a number consisting of three digits and each digit ranging from 1 to 3. The keys cost 1000 gold pieces each. One person cannot buy more than two however. Perhaps that number will be the lucky number... Please try to buy one before Sunday. Good luck everyone!
You can find the Spiritwood Tavern if you follow these directions: If you start at the Skara Brae docks right outside town, go east. Take the second road to your right (south) (at a crossroads). Keep going south until the road turns eastwards. Keep following it and you will end up in Spiritwood. From the end of the road, go a little to the northeast and you'll see two large brick houses. The eastern one is the Spiritwood Tavern. The sextant coordinates are: 65S 27W and we are on Felluca. If there are questions, please go to the #spiritwood IRC channel on the irc.stratics.com server or mail me at SpiritwoodTavern@crosswinds.net.
I hope to see you all there!
Aranlindale, Spiritwood Tavern Barkeeper
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