Puddleby Post

TITLE: "Beware the Dark Cloaks"
SUBMITTED:17th day of the 10th Month
AUTHOR: Morpheus Beware the Dark Cloaks
For They bring Truth;
The Spirit of the Moon,
The Greatest of all Sufferances.

Morpheus
Great Sage of the Dark Cloaks

TITLE: "new reports from the Orga-Camp"
SUBMITTED:14th day of the 10th Month
AUTHOR: Windyman

Me and a Bunch of other ppl where in the orga camp hunting furys as suddenly a Wrath appeared nothing unusual at all but the Wrath started to attack other Orgas ! also a other Wrath was defeatet by the "Good" Orga (added the pictures). Also me and Pinpon healed the Wrath a while until all Orgas where defeatet and it started to kill the Clanlorders. I fell to the Wrath but all others escaped, then the Wrath run away and was never seen again.

regards Windyman

TITLE: The Orga Camp
SUBMITTED: The 7th day of the 10th month.
AUTHOR: Bifur

A few weeks ago, a small band of warriors set off for the Orga Camp, among them was Bob the Weak and I. As we made out way out of the mess of trees and into the camp, we alreted a large group of orgas and orga warriors. We all took our axes and swords from out packs and stood ready for battle. The orgas charged at un and we faught bravely, one, two, three, soon six, then eight, then ten, then fourteen orgas lay dead on the blood covered ground. Soon we heard a great chant, then drum beats, evil sounds of orgas coming back from a great hunt. Soon we were almost completely surrounded by orgas and orga bezerks, and orga warriors, and many other types. We tried to fight, but there were a great too many, we sounded the retreat and ran towards the tunnel of trees where we could escape, then I was hit from behind, stumbling, a great force kept me going. Dazed I came to find my self in tunnel of trees, my companions resting and some healers had arived, tending to the badly wounded. How I came to be safe with in the masses of the trees I do not know, but I come with this message, do not give up hope, you may come out alive instead of dead.

TITLE: "Fire Drakes"
SUBMITTED: 3rd day of 10th month.
AUTHOR: Gleb

There was a great deal of yelling and instructions in the south forest when a couple of Fire Drakes arrived. Young fighters from all corners of the land rushed to see what this excitement was about, eager to help in some way. Many died. I was fascinated to note that these Fire Drakes will grow and shed hind legs as needed for their attacks. After I was engulfed in flames several times, I decided that I was out of my league and I retreated.

TITLE: "Lost Souls"
SUBMITTED: The last day of the ninth month
AUTHOR: Kevas

        Friends, I would like to draw your attention to a mystery that may threaten all of us. I'm sure we have all noticed that the population of Puddleby is rapidly growing. What is not quite so obvious is that many residents of our town have vanished without a trace. Yet it seems that every day one more once familiar face is missing from our midst.
        What is happening to our friends? Have they returned to the mainland? Have they moved on to settle other islands? Or are they being held captive by some sinister force that has not revealled itself to us? If our friends have fallen to some dark fate, we must help them if we can.
        Althepal, Sparhawk and myself are launching a campaign to solve this mystery, to find the Lost Souls of Puddleby. We would like to ask for your help. If you have information about these disturbing disappearances, or if you know of anyone who has gone missing, please contact one of us [ooc: or visit http://LlamaPhoto.com/clanlord/clanlord.html].
        We are beginning by offering a reward of 1000 coins for information leading to the discovery of the whereabouts of Ejax Parr. Ejax, a valiant and noble exile, friend to all, has not been seen in or around Puddleby in several weeks. If you see him, please contact Sparhawk to claim your reward.

Ever in your service,
Kevas

TITLE: "The Dinnertime Raid"
SUBMITTED: The last day of the ninth month
AUTHOR: Dierdre of Faraway Forest

        There I was sitting in the Healer's Hall, trying to decide where to have dinner, when suddenly five or six wounded healers burst into the Halls. You couldn't hear them enter over the ruckus outside. Before the doors shut, they started healing each other. I knew something was wrong. Last time this happened, an Orga Shaman conjured in some Abyssal Warriors and Demoinc Vermin to torment this community.
        I healed a few of the more injured before running outside to see what was happening. It was pretty easy to guess. I helped heal about five downed friends before one of the Abyssals wandered by. We scattered. It was only a few minutes later that I caught up with Acid and Bellamister southwest of the Sentinel's villa.
        Slasher, Seymor and a few others had managed to pin one against a house and a pile of stones. I watched a very dramatic battle with warriors dashing in and out of the battle, keeping it pinned in place while never letting him get too many good shots at them. The battle ended as Slasher cut the flaming legs out from under the creature. It came crashing down and we beat out the flames, lest the nearby house ignite. I sketched a picture of Slasher as he prepares for his final strike.

A quick round of healing and we went looking for the last one still out there. We found it amidst a huge tangle of warriors, all crowding in to get a shot at the hellbeast. It took a while for Slasher to work his way to the beast. Several had fallen and were carried out of the fray. Slasher's first strike turned the tide of the battle, and as Joy and Nilor joined in, the battle ended quickly.
This was the second raid on Puddleby in as many weeks by the minions of the Abyss. When I had first come here, I had heard that it was fairly calm for a frontier town. But after these last few weeks, I am beginning to change my opinion. The local orga seem even more deterined now to cast us off this land. I truely now believe that this town is indefensible, as the local peasants state. The amount of damage caused by these raids have only been held back by the surge in population in as much time. If the walls aren't defended better, I shall begin to wonder what could happen if a few of the orga shaman merged their forces together. This town might cease to exist. Pray for our warriors to be vigilant and our healers to be attentive. A few stones will not hold back the orga hordes for long.

TITLE: The Day A Tree Giant Fell - A Play
SUBMITTED: The 29th day of the 9th month
AUTHOR: MonolithTheGood

Act 1 : Scene 1

Setting: The northern most beach.

Characters: Group of Experienced Fighters, Other Experienced Fighters, Group of Newbies, A Newbie, Group of Intermediate Fighters, An Intermediate Fighter, Healers, The Log (the text log we all view on the left side of our screen.)

And so it begins.
     The Log: A Newbie has fallen to a Tree Giant on the North Beach.
     A Newbie: Help! (repeat 600,000 times even after help has arrived)
     An Intermediate Fighter: \think man down on N. N. Beach, anyone wanna kill a Tree Giant?
     Group of Intermediate Fighters: Sure!
     Group of Experienced Fighters: \thinkto otherexperiencedfighters Should we go kill it?
     Other Experienced Fighters: \thinkto groupofexperiencedfighters We better or they'll be dieing all day.
     The Log: An Intermediate Fighter has fallen to a Tree Giant on the north beach.
     The Log: A Group of intermediate Fighters has fallen to a Tree Giant on the north beach.
     Healers: \think Attempting rescue on nn beach. Tree Giant. Warrior assistance requested.
     Group of Experienced Fighters: \think Coming!
     Other Experienced Fighters: \think Us Too!

Act 1 : Scene 2

Setting: The northern most beach. The yelling of the fallen is mixed with the sounds of the Tree Giant wreaking havoc.

Characters: Group of Experienced Fighters, Other Experienced Fighters, Group of Newbies, A Newbie, A Fallen Newbie, Group of Intermediate Fighters, An Intermediate Fighter, A Fallen Intermediate Fighter, Healers, The Log (the text log we all view on the left side of our screen.)

     A Newbie: \yell HAS N E 1 SEEN THE YELLOW PANTS?, \yell WHERE DO U FIND THE YELLOW PANTS?
     Healers: (to Group of Experienced Fighters and Other Experienced Fighters) We got some of the fallen up but many more are still fallen. We can't heal the ones closest to the tree giant. Kill it please!
     The Log: A Newbie has fallen to a Tree Giant on the north beach.
     The Log: An Intermediate Fighter has fallen to a Tree Giant on the north beach.
     Group of Experienced Fighters: \yell Everyone who can move get away from the Tree Giant. We can kill this thing, just let us experienced people show you the best way.
     A Fallen Intermediate Fighter: \yell I can hit these things!
     A Fallen Intermediate Fighter: \thinkto self I can still get some of the experience!
     A Newbie: \yell HAS N E 1 SEEN THE YELLOW PANTS?, \yell WHERE DO U FIND THE YELLOW PANTS?
     A Fallen Intermediate Fighter: \yell Shut Up! \yell I can hit these things!
     Group of Experienced Fighters: \yell Please no yelling, it causes lag.
     Group of Experienced Fighters: OK, now we have to surround it beacuse doing so will reduce it's armour class.
     The Log: A Newbie has fallen to a Tree Giant on the north beach.
     The Log: An Intermediate Fighter has fallen to a Tree Giant on the north beach.
     Group of Experienced Fighters: No! we have to surround it to reduce it's armour class!
     The Log: A Newbie has fallen to a Tree Giant on the north beach.
     The Log: An Intermediate Fighter has fallen to a Tree Giant on the north beach.
     A Newbie: \yell HAS N E 1 SEEN THE YELLOW PANTS?, \yell WHERE DO U FIND THE YELLOW PANTS?
     A Fallen Intermediate Fighter: \yell Shut Up! \yell I can hit these things!
     Group of Experienced Fighters: OK, now by surrounding it and attacking it after it has swung at us we have gotten it to yellow. Now let's back up to heal.
     The Log: A Newbie has fallen to a Tree Giant on the north beach.
     A Newbie: \yell HAS N E 1 SEEN THE YELLOW PANTS?, \yell WHERE DO U FIND THE YELLOW PANTS?

Act 1 : Scene 3

Setting: The northern most beach. The yelling of the fallen is mixed with the sounds of the Tree Giant still wreaking havoc. The Group of Experienced fighters is getting frustrated at the interference and lack of attention from the less experienced bunch. An Experienced fighter has been blocked by a Group of Newbies and a Group of Intermediate Fighters

Characters: Group of Experienced Fighters, An Experienced Fighter, Other Experienced Fighters, Group of Newbies, A Newbie, A Fallen Newbie, Group of Intermediate Fighters, An Intermediate Fighter, A Fallen Intermediate Fighter, Healers, The Log (the text log we all view on the left side of our screen.)

The Log: An Experienced Fighter has fallen to a Tree Giant on the north beach.
An Experienced Fighter: Orga Snot!

The Group of Experienced Fighters pull him to safety and the Healers heal him.

     The Log: A Newbie has fallen to a Tree Giant on the north beach.
     The Log: An Intermediate Fighter has fallen to a Tree Giant on the north beach.
     A Newbie: \yell HAS N E 1 SEEN THE YELLOW PANTS?, \yell WHERE DO U FIND THE YELLOW PANTS?
     Group of Experienced Fighters: This is hopeless.
     Other Experienced Fighters: Aye
     A Fallen Intermediate Fighter: \yell I can hit these things!
     Group of Experienced Fighters: Let's go hunt Greymyr.
     Other Experienced Fighters: Aye, let us do that. I hate to leave so many dead, but they clearly want to do it their way.

Both Groups of Experienced Fighters Leave. The Scene fades out and the curtain falls.

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