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Jul 12, 2008:
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The time has come to bestow upon the Realms another of the belts of
Tirannaniel. Beriadan and Valanthiriel have been awarded in previous
events. Which of the remaining will you choose, should you be lucky
enough to win?
See "help raffle" for information on how to buy tickets.
May 30, 2008:
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The demon's deep voice resonated harshly across the room, "It is all
about inevitability, brother."
"What do you mean?" the clearly younger demon replied.
"Don't you see? Their souls belong to me already," the older one said,
still with his back to the younger, staring through a window at the
fiery darkness outside. "They can fight and they can resist as much as
they want, Eseval, but a lifetime of good means nothing when I finally
get them."
Eseval put his right hand to his head, softly stroking his horn on that
side. "I still do not get why you can be so confident. There are some
that just will not budge; that man has saved them and they are resolute
in their stance against us. It can take years just to make them even
consider apathy, much less downright sin and..."
A deep roaring laughter ripped across the room, cutting Eseval's speech
to a sudden end. The large demon put his hands to each side of the
window, continuing to stare out. "Look at the ones we have taken
already, look how many. Do you think this would be possible if we
thought about their resistance? If we thought about him? This is a war,
Eseval, and one must make sacrifices in war. He died for them -- that
was his sacrifice -- and yet still they come to me. It may not be as
quick as we like, but they come to me."
"Well then, brother, all I can do is beg you to show me your ways,"
Eseval said in a pleading voice. "Teach me your methods and I will make
them stray as you do. I will bring them to you by the thousands."
"That is what I like to hear," the demon replied, his back still to
Eseval. "That is a better attitude to have, brother, but I must tell you
that you do not understand still. I have seen your work and your methods
are effective. Your temptations instill doubt and drive cracks into the
armor of their faith, but you allow those doubts to heal and you allow
the cracks to reseal. You lack one virtue that it is impossible to
succeed in our endeavours without."
"Tell me what it is, brother," Eseval begged.
"Do you see that soul?" the large demon said, pointing at a body
writhing in agony and tied to a pillar, being whipped by three demons at
the same time, while a fourth poured molten metal over his head.
"Yes?" Eseval replied, giggling slightly.
"Fifty years did it take me to get him, and even after that I feared he
may turn back, and he almost did, but I never gave up, even when it
seemed almost hopeless." The large demon heaved a deep breath. "Fifty
years but I never once doubted; I never once questioned the FACT that he
would be mine. Do you see?"
Eseval sighed softly. "No, not completely, brother. What is it that you
wish me to see?"
Finally, Asmodeus turned his face from the window and stared at Eseval,
and finally Eseval saw it -- saw the trait that he was missing.
January 2, 2008:
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Due to the unfortunate incident that occured last Christmas, drastic
measures were required to save the greatest and most important of
holidays. Mrs. Claus has been in a coma in Intensive Care after being
scalped by her husband, while the entire workshop staff of elves were
murdered by the berserk Santa and other persons unknown. Upon inspection
of the workshop, it became apparent that the cloning tanks used by Santa
to spawn an endless supply of elves and reindeer were utterly destroyed
in the chaos and the DNA samples lost.
With these tragedies in mind, emergency measures had to be taken.
Working with the top scientists of Froboz Industrial Laboratories, a
bold solution was found. We have built a Robot Santa Claus to deliver
presents to all the good denizens of the world. Advanced service droids
and a massively upgraded workshop have revolutionized present production
and a fleet of mechanized reindeer will make the magic of old completely
unnecessary.
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Breaking News! Robot Santa has malfunctioned! It has begun to judge
everyone by the most unattainable standards of goodness wherein almost
no one can be viewed as good. This in itself while aggravating, is only
the beginning. After judging someone to be less than perfect, Robot
Santa proceeds to eliminate the citizen in a horrendous manner.
Unfortunately to prevent present theft, we have outfitted him with the
latest in damage-reduction armor and equipped him with highly
advanced weaponry.
Due to the immense danger posed by Robot Santa, his mechanized reindeer,
and anything else that comes out of the workshop, we would ask for the
help of the most experienced warriors of the realm to destroy them. As a
reward, you may keep any and all presents you find as well as any
technology not destroyed in the looming battles. As a new line of Froboz
equipment was released just before Christmas, no doubt there will be
items of incredible value to be wrested from the grip of the robots.
Good Luck and may the Gods help us all!
August 16, 2007:
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The following letter was confiscated from a band of common highwaymen
this morning. They claim that they are all illiterate and know nothing
of its contents as of yet; since it bore an important-looking seal, they
were were taking it to town in hope of finding someone capable of reading
it to them, in case it might contain information more valuable than the
paltry gold they acquired from the letter's bearer. They are now in
the dungeons, charged with his murder, which they cannot deny given
their known profession and the evidence they themselves carried.
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To her highness, Lady Alistra, Duchess of Midgaard
It grieves me to inform your ladyship that the annual wagon of tribute
sent to you from the Sultan of New Thalos was raided and the contents
stolen by a band of insolent adventurers as it crossed The Great Eastern
Desert. I immediately sent your best spies after them to learn where
they have hidden your treasure.
The first spy reported back that the treasure she pursued, the ancient
ring, apparently formerly belonged to a lord of great power before
falling into the hands of the Sultan. It was her suspicion that that
lord may have organized the raid in order to regain possession of the
ring, though it was the only treasure in which he had any interest.
Unfortunately, she disappeared while pursuing her theory and has
not been heard from since.
As for the shield, it was badly damaged and the thief who stole it has
reportedly taken it to someone who has the necessary skill to repair it.
We are tracking his movements in hopes of determining who this skilled
artisan may be.
The third thief met a ghastly end. The enchanted leggings he stole were
taken from him by a creature resembling a troll, and the thief himself
was savagely dismembered. Your agent later saw the leggings being worn
by a man of vast intelligence and cunning, to whom the troll-creature
seemed to defer.
Also among the stolen treasures was a green bracelet of curious make. It
was easily retrieved, fortunately, and has been taken to a man of great
wisdom in the hopes of learning its origins. We have left it in his
care for the time being.
As for the fifth treasure, it was so badly damaged that it was no longer
usable. The Sultan has hired mercenaries to procure another for you,
although so far they have been unable to defeat the demon to claim one.
The Sultan himself assures me that he has an endless supply of mercenaries
to replace those who have met their deaths, however, and will send as
many as necessary until the prize is won.
Your service is my highest joy, my lady. I dearly hope that one day
soon... (Here a large bloodstain covers the rest of the letter,
obliterating the remainder of the text as well as revealing the fate
of the messenger.)
August 6, 2007:
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From the mists of time they have come, mighty in their ancient powers
and wise beyond even the greatest of sages living today. They have
watched and recorded history since the dawn of their kind, making sure
it would always be remembered. However, they have become angry at the
decadence and weakness seen in their decendants. Combining their powers,
they have altered space and time, allowing them to bring themselves and
a piece of their world from the distant past into our time. Now they await
those few left who are clever enough to find and challenge them, proving
themselves and claiming their forgotten powers.
But be forewarned: If you hold back even a fraction of your strength,
they will not hesistate to end you and your life's story.
June 18, 2007:
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The animals of the wilds have become significantly more wary, even
of their ranger masters. Perhaps it's a portent of a coming storm.
May 22, 2007
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Rumor has it that Drogo the Dwarf knows something about the recent
travels of a kender.
May 2, 2007
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Behold! It is time to gift the world with another one of Tirananniel's
wondrous gifts. One such gift was received several moons past. If
you feel that you would be worthy of such a gift, enter now into the
raffle and see if Danu chooses you to receive your choice of her
remaining gifts. Valanthiriel has already been bestowed upon a worthy
mortal. Which will you choose?
February 14, 2007
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ATTENTION!!!
We will be having a KLEEN on March 15th, 2007. The time of day has
yet to be determined. The kleen policy is listed under "policy kleen".
Please take the time to ensure that any characters you wish to keep have
been logged in prior to that time. Any characters that have been
kleened will not be restored. If you have any questions, please ask.
Level 1 to 3 (no remorts): > 7 days idle
Level 4 to 7 (no remorts): > 30 days idle
Level 8 to 12 (no remorts): > 60 days idle
Level 12 to 15 (no remorts): > 90 days idle
Level 16 to 30 (no remorts): > 120 days idle
Any level + any number of remorts: > 120 days idle
IMMs through AVTRs: 150 days idle
ANY Character not logged in since 3/14/06, essentially in the last year,
will be kleened regardless of level or remort status. This includes
characters in cryo for now, but may be revised for any subsequent
kleens.
Frozen and dead players are deleted, regardless of level and/or login
February 2, 2007
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It has long been known that unto the race of Elves many blessings have
been given: they know the most bliss and contentment from day to day,
and throughout the eons, they conceive more beauty than any others. To
the race of Men, however, a great gift has also been given, albeit one
more subtle and less often recognized: after what seems to be a very
short time to the immortal Elves, men age, grow weary, and die. A key
aspect of this gift of living within the world for such a short time is
the virtue instilled into the race of Men to be motivated to create
destinies for themselves amidst the powers and chances of the world, and
thus Men influence the history of the ages far more than those to whom
immortality has been granted.
In ages long since lost to the memory of men lived the elven seeress
Tirananniel and her husband Melcindomien. To them was born a single
daughter, Aistaraina, a maiden of grace and beauty exceptional even
amongst the elves. Tirananniel foresaw the coming of a Second Dark Age,
when the very existence of the race of Men would be threatened -- and
that Aistaraina, moved by compassion, would leave the company of the
elves to live among Men and aid them in every way she might, for the
outcome of the conflict was by no means certain. As Aistaraina grew up,
Tirananniel and Melcindomien devoted the passing decades to forging six
wondrous belts which would be their parting gift to their beloved daughter,
to aid her in her quest. Worked in the finest precious metals, each was
adorned with a single gemstone unsurpassed in perfection, imbued with
power. When the time came and Aistaraina took her final leave, they
presented her with the belts, and Aistaraina, in turn, bestowed them
upon those she found most worthy of their aid, those who strove most
ardently to reach beyond the ordinary limits of their birthright and
most greatly influence Men to develop the virtues and strength which
would be needed to survive the great conflict to come.
Precious little remains of the history of those days, but this much we
know: Lindariel, which in the inadequate tongue of Men translates
roughly to 'melody,' bears a deep red garnet and was first bestowed upon
the great bard Liander to grant him even greater powers to sway the
hearts of Men. Valanthiriel, "beautiful waterfall," sparkles with a
shimmering sapphire said to appear scarcely solid; Aistaraina first
entrusted it to the great Irish king Cormac, to aid him in ruling more
wisely. Beriadan, "defender of men," is adorned with a brilliantly
clear diamond and was given to Sir Artegall to strengthen his arm in his
battles on behalf of justice and law. Valainistima, "divine learning,"
bears an amethyst and was first worn by the great mage Valdaraine.
Tuilalcaron, "glory of spring," is graced by a peridot whose color
perfectly matches that of birch leaves in April; it was first given to
Lady Irina to defend her against magically inflicted illness as she led
her griffin forces against the necromancer Nicolai's armies, which
threatened to overwhelm her father's kingdom. The final belt,
Rincavornon, "quick-moving," bears a dark golden topaz; Aistaraina gave
it to the great warrior Dougal before the final campaign began, hoping
it would bring him home safe from the battlefield. For against her own
better judgment, the heart being so often deaf to the arguments of the
rational mind, she had fallen deeply in love with him, and he with her;
their love proved to be stronger than either could resist.
Alas, though the battle was won and the forces of evil forced to
retreat to their own domains, achieving at last the victory for which
Aistaraina and all of the others had striven, Dougal was killed on the
journey home -- treacherously stabbed through the heart as he slept,
the deadly knife wielded by none other than own his most trusted
general, Astarius, who had been secretly subverted by Nicolai.
Brokenhearted, Aistaraina returned to her own people. The artifacts
wrought by her parents were at first passed down from generation to
generation as great treasures, but as time went on, all were sooner or
later lost, and eventually entirely forgotten. For as the lives of Men
are short, so are their memories, and even the books in which they
attempt to preserve their history are all too often lost -- by fire,
during times of war, or all too often, through sheer negligence.
All that we know now, we know only because these artifacts have once more
come to light, along with a letter written in Aistaraina's own hand,
explaining this fragment of history long forgotten. In that letter she
calls upon us, the leaders of Men during the present age, to once again
distribute these great artifacts, for the ages have pressed on and we
live once again in a time of great peril and uncertainty. But to whom
shall they be given? Who amongst you possesses the strongest will,
the greatest desire to seize the threads of destiny, knowing that the
course of history to come may turn upon your choices?
We have called upon the goddess Danu to guide us. If you believe yourself
to be worthy, enter the raffle; Danu will choose the winner, and the winner
may then select the belt which would be of the greatest aid in his or her
endeavors. The drawing will be held at noon on February 28.
October 16, 2006
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There comes news, across the Realms, of travellers discovering a
Golden Pagoda. No has yet discovered the magic which makes this
pagoda appear in various locations but those who have returned
from exploring it tell tales of an ancient Monstery and the
formidable mystics who reside within.
August 17, 2006
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O brave adventurers,
Fred the Fisherman found the following letter, tattered and nearly
illegible from the dampness, amidst much debris on the seashore this
morning when he went to drop his lines. Realizing its value, he brought
it to me. I fear for what has become of poor Bassiano, but I share his
letter with you now so that you may go forth in quest of the treasures
of which he speaks, and keep them from the hands of those who would use
them for evil.
Kailyn
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The 12th Day of the Month of the Great Evil, Year 471
'Tis not unknown to you, Antonio,
How much I have disabled mine estate,
By something showing a more swelling port
Than my faint means would grant continuance.
Nor do I now make moan to be abridg'd
From such a noble rate, but my chief care
Is to come fairly off from the great debts
Wherein my time something too prodigal
Hath left me gag'd. To you, Antonio,
I owe the most in money and in love,
And from your love I have a warranty
To unburthen all my plots and purposes
How to get clear of all the debts I owe.
In Belmont is a lady richly left,
And she is fair and, fairer than that word,
Of wondrous virtues. Sometimes from her eyes
I did receive fair speechless messages.
Her name is Portia, nothing undervalu'd
To Cato's daughter, Brutus' Portia.
Nor is the wide world ignorant of her worth,
For the four winds blow in from every coast
Renowned suitors, and her sunny locks
Hang on her temples like a golden fleece,
Which makes her seat of Belmont Colchis' strond,
And many Jasons come in quest of her.
O my Antonio, had I but the means
To hold a rival place with one of them,
I have a mind presages me of such thrift
That I should questionless be fortunate!
(Here the handwriting changes; no longer finely penned with great care
and many flourishes, but now hastily written, with many ink blots and
stray marks.)
O my Antonio, I must needs now abandon the finesse worthy of my Portia and
instead write in great haste, for Shylock and Barabas have heard of my
inquiries amongst the sailors and merchants and sent their spies to
track my every movement. I have taken ship for Skara Brae and have now
a brief respite for as long as the journey lasts, but they are no doubt
following close behind. In short, dear friend, I prayed for guidance
that I might win the love of my fair Portia, and three nights ago I was
granted a vision of four items of unknowable value, treasures which
might aid me to amend my unfortunate circumstances. The first two are
fair beyond measure and would make worthy gifts for even my peerless
Portia. The first, a set of fair silver armbands, I would fain present
to her upon my first visit as a token of my adoration; the second, yet
more precious, is a belt of surpassing beauty, cunningly made of
hundreds of gleaming interwoven golden wires, with dozens of shimmering
moonstones set amidst the strands. The third and fourth items seemed
baleful rather than beautiful, and yet my vision left me no doubt that
I must seek them as well: there was a shield crafted from the scalp of
some great monster, the likes of which I have never seen, and a chaotically
seething mass of dark strands, the use of which I have no inkling. I fear
that Shylock and Barabas would put them to evil use should they find them
first, however; we must not allow that to happen. Please, dear friend,
learn what you may about these wonderful treasures, for I know that you
have many friends among the wise and powerful, and your inquiries shall
no doubt prove more fruitful than my own. I shall contact you as soon
as I safely may to learn what you have gleaned.
I must needs close, for the seas are growing rough and the tossing of
the waves makes it difficult to write. As soon as the ship lands I shall
hurry to meet our friend Gratiano, who is planning soon to return to Venice
and will carry you this message; even if their spies succeed in following
me, as they no doubt shall, Shylock and Barabas dismiss him as a fool and
will pay him no notice. Indeed, it is surely true that he speaks a great
deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two
grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff; you shall seek all day ere you
find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the search. And yet
his reputation shall now serve both him and us beyond measure, for he
may move freely, without arousing suspicion.
Make haste, dear friend, in learning whatever you may that might aid my quest.
And doubt not that I thank you, dearest Antonio, with all my heart; I
know that as you always have, you will do all within your power to
advance my fortunes.
Bassiano
October 16, 2005
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Many seasons ago, two very distinct parties in the Realms formed an
alliance designed to boost their economies and promote tourism. Over
time, however, shipping lanes changed, certain goods went out of
fashion, and other unforeseen events causing that very profitable
alliance to cease.
Now, the alliance has recently hired another group to refresh their
image and to restore the former tourism profits. In the effort to
once again create a thriving environment, a plan was devised that
would cause travelers to explore forgotten paths and discover lost
treasures. There will be several weeks of events put on by this
newly re-formed tourism board running all through the period known
as 'All Hallows Eve'.
In addition, due to the many years of hardship, these events will
be heralded and funded by a raffle in which three individuals will
have a chance to choose between tricks or treats!
September 18, 2005
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M Lords and Ladies,
As prophecies and portents refer to an upcoming time of darkness and
strife, it is my role as templar of our order to procure extraordinary
weapons needed to persevere through such times. It has come to my
hearing that the wise Merlin has knowledge of such a weapon. This great
staff, the aforementioned, was apparently forged from diverse other
staves, and enchanted into a weapon of great might. If any among you
can help in reproducing this feat, we could use any and all assistance,
and you would forever be welcome to sanctuary in our humble abode.
Your humble servant,
Maynard
June 15, 2005
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Meileiki made one of her rare trips to town this week, and she was
astonished to discover an unusual pendant for sale in a common shop: one
capable of aiding her in more quickly regaining her energy on her long
treks through the wilderness. The shopkeeper could tell her only that a
weary adventurer had sold it for a pittance, not recognizing its value,
as indeed he himself had not. She has thus far been unable to determine
from whence the pendant came, but now that its existence is known, many
will surely go forth to seek it out.
January 25, 2005
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One late afternoon during the last Month of the Sun, a dusty stranger
wearing robes that appeared even more ancient than his parchment-dry
skin was seen wandering the docks in Skara Brae, peering closely at the
face of each person he met, yet speaking to none. At last, entering the
temple and begging leave from the priests to pray in one of the
innermost rooms, he fell to his knees and called upon the gods.
To us, he poured out his story: he was the renowned Renatus Magus, once
known for his magical arts throughout all the lands. More than six
centuries ago he had disappeared without a trace and had never been
heard from again, and in time, most had forgotten he had ever lived.
He explained that long, long ago, he had been a simple peasant farmer.
Drafted to serve in the Roman army, he had been forced to leave behind
his beloved young wife, Benedicta. Three years later, when he was
finally able to return, he found their house burned to the ground; she
had been taken captive during a raid, and no one could tell him where
she might be. Desperate to find her, he studied the magical arts, but
mastery of such power comes only slowly and at great price. By the time
he had acquired the necessary knowledge and came at last to her door,
sixty years had passed. His magic had preserved his own youth, but
hers was long since gone.
Working day and night, he sought to craft an amulet that would restore
her youth and vitality, but she died in his arms before it could be
completed. In his grief, he set it aside. For centuries, he threw
himself wholly into his studies. Necromancy was insufficient: he sought
not an evil or insubstantial creature which simply took her form, but to
truly restore her life, so that they could share once again the joys
they had lost. He made discoveries no other mage had ever achieved,
and his powerful spells aided many people, but what he himself sought he
could never attain. When he realized at last that what he had pursued
for so many years was truly impossible, he locked himself in his tower
and grieved for many nights before ultimately dedicating his life to a
new task: the completion of the amulet he had long since set aside, in
the hope that perhaps he could find someone else whom he could love and
cherish as much as Benedicta.
At long last, he completed the amulet, and he abandoned his tower and
embarked upon his search. After many long years of wandering, however,
he had realized that for him, there could be no one else. Deciding that
his journey should at last come to an end, he had come to tell his tale
and offer up the amulet to the caretakers of the temple, that it might
serve some worthy cause.
The priests have chosen to hold a raffle for the amulet, to raise money
to fund their good works. Therefore, let all mortals take heed! The
amulet can be used only once, but when it is used correctly, with the
aid of the gods, it will bestow gifts upon the user which are normally
gained only upon remorting. We will award the amulet on Valentine.s
Day, in memory and honor of Renatus's beloved Benedicta.
November 1, 2004
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The Sidhe smiled upon Eurayle. May she use the Cathbarr well, and may
it remain within our realms for many generations.
September 20, 2004
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Over three thousand years ago, in a time now lost to the memory of
mortal men, the Sidhe crafted the Cathbarr and gave it to Nia, mother of
Brendan, as a marriage gift. There is great power in it, but a wild,
dangerous power, not to be taken lightly. Those who wear the Cathbarr
are gifted with the favor of the Sidhe, though no mortal can fully
comprehend the significance of that favor. The Cathbarr, a delicate
fillet of ancient silver knotwork set with otherworldly gemstones, was
lost for untold generations, then resurfaced only briefly before
vanishing once again. Now it has been found once more, but the law of
the Sidhe is even older than that of the Gods: it shall be awarded by
fate, which the Sidhe alone may influence.
The Cathbarr shall be awarded on the feast of Samhain.
December 6, 2003
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Sightings of a brutally wounded minotaur are being reported from all
corners of the realm. Perhaps, if the poor creature can be found, some
information can be gleaned from it's mumblings.
April 16, 2003
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We are holding a raffle for the Cathbarr of Nia the Golden. It is an
artifact (there will never be more than one in the database), headwear,
+1 damroll and +2 str, !neutral, with no class or level restrictions.
Tickets are 200k. The drawing will be held on May Day (May 1).
April 3, 2003
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Across the waters there is rumor of a Parliament of Owls. Towns from
across the Realms have sent representatives to join them.
Keep in mind, this zone is strictly for the mid levels.
March 5, 2002
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Many ages ago, the last survivor of a doomed race buried the treasure of
his noble people in a barrow on a high cliff overlooking the surging
waves of the sea. There it remained for centuries, until an ancient
dragon discovered it and claimed the hoard for his own.
The guardian of the hoard wielded power over the barrow for many
centuries; all knowledge of its existence had passed from the memory of
men. Until one day -- when a man pursued by his enemies took refuge in
the rocky crevices of the barrow and discovered the long-forgotten
treasures there. He took a single precious cup, and quickly the news of
the ring-hoard spread throughout the land. But the theft of the precious
vessel infuriated the lone night-flier, who now wreaks his revenge upon
the lands near Skara Brae. With flaming gobbets the fiery dragon has razed
the secure interior region of our nation, as well as the coastal lands
without, devastating the whole of that part of the world which he
inhabits; he devours every party which tries to defeat him. That wyrm
bears no great love for the sons of men.
January 11, 2002
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A full kleen was performed this afternoon as described in 'policy kleen.'
June 22, 2001
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November 30, 2000
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**** A full kleen was performed as per the policy kleen.
November 15, 2000
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**** ATTENTION! Due to severe problems apparently caused by efforts
to repair the corrupted names that were showing up yesterday,
we have LOST ALL CHANGES TO THE PLAYERFILE that occurred after
3:30pm Eastern yesterday. We apologize for the lost time, but
the changes are irrecoverable. Rentfiles, fortunately, were
not affected -- only playerfiles, including exp and gold.
As a result of this problem, many characters were kleened even
though their owners had updated them yesterday afternoon and
evening. We have, therefore, UNDONE THE KLEEN. This means that,
for all practical purposes, the kleen has not yet occurred. It
has been tentatively rescheduled for November 29.
November 1, 2000
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After a six day downtime, the machine is back up and running. The
power supply overheated and burned. We are running with a brand
new power supply. In addition, this is a new build of the server.
-- Rent was disabled for the downtime.
-- Many memory leaks have been plugged, including two huge ones.
-- Please read the changes file. A bunch of the fighting procedures
(hurl, stun, pummel, etc.) were changed to more closely match
the help files.
-- A small kleen was done to clear out dead, deleted and frozen
players. In addition, immortals who have not been online for
over 60 days were deleted. -- See Doc to bitch...
January 31, 2000
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And lo, a cry went up from the masses, beseeching the gods to make it
easier for newcomers to the land to survive, and to protect us all from
the blows which our enemies rain down upon us. And the gods were not deaf
to our cries, for indeed, they have blessed us with two new kinds of
protection. First, for those who are small and weak, more powerful
magical gear is now available, to shore up their weaknesses until they
are powerful enough to face the world on their own merits. And no less
wonderful is the gift given to the entire populace, to shield them from
harm: the gods have promised to help those who help themselves, so that
those who shield themselves with exceptional amounts of protection shall
receive less harm from the blows they must endure.
This announcement has been paid for by the Blacksmiths of Welmar's
Kingdom. Support your local Armourers' Guild -- wear more armor!
December 15, 1999
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A great disturbance in the fabric of existence affected the realm today as
hundreds of people suddenly went silent and stopped moving. The impact of
this travesty has been widely felt, along with a great feeling of emptiness.
The gods, in their infinite wisdom, have smiled down on the populace, and
caused all commerce to stop during this disturbance. All citizens of the
realm have not been charged a gold piece for any services including rent.
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