Puddleby Post

TITLE: To all clanners
SUBMITTED: the 31st day of the 7th month
AUTHOR: Immortal Soul.

In his latest article, Dark(\/)O§ commented that:

    I also recently encountered a fellow who punishes the 'bad losers' in the arena by refusing to allow healers to heal the 'bad loser' in question. He claims it is the right thing to do, and will go so far as to kill the healers and stop THEM from being healed as well to press his point.
    As a member of the Dark Cloaks, a clan made up primarily of healers (although I am a fighter), I am disgusted by this kind of behavior. Healers are being attacked by fighters who feel they can get away with it and thus prevent others, who could be better served by that healer (like they just DIED) elsewhere, from getting those much-needed services. [OOC: Agreed, departing is not a major problem (at least not at this point), but should people be forced to depart, get bored and impatient, and waste their internet hours/megabytes on account of THIS CRAP!?]
    Healers deserve, at the least, the respect everyone deserves. After all, they are human beings/sylvan beings/thoom beings/etc. just like everyone else. And, the two different professions have a co-dependency: Without fighters, Puddleby would not have adequate defense and would be overrun by now (although there are healers out there who can fight pretty well). Without healers, most of the fighters would lie slain, both near and far from Puddleby. Since the latter is more likely and thus of more concern, healers deserve extra respect and protection (since they are generally more vulnerable to being slain).
    Healers going into the arena should be doubly careful, as any top-notch fighters who come in and start throwing their weight around could cause you grievous bodily harm. That said, it's probably not a good idea for you fighters to go around killing healers, since you'll probably want them sooner or later in the arena anyhow. And apart from only proving that you are a complete f*ckhead, it may make an enemy of the healer in question. And, perhaps years later (game time), you may be in a situation where that healer is the only one who can help you, and you don't need him/her stopping to think twice, do you?
    In short, we need to stop this crap from happening. If a healer is in the arena to fight, go ahead and go after him/her. If a healer is in the arena doing his/her job, however, even if the receiver is someone you don't think should be healed, just let them be. How would you like it if people attacked you while doing YOUR job?

Immortal Soul.

TITLE: "An Open Letter"
SUBMITTED: The 30th Day of the 7th Month
AUTHOR: Marcus Antonius of the Brotherhood of Independents

Consider the following true story:

Last night I spent a great deal of time leading Greymyr around the east field so that healers could rescue a number of deceased exiles in the area. During that time: I made it clear that I had both Greymyr following me, I made sure to stay clear of any living or dead exiles, I let people know where I was so they could avoid the Greymyr, and I made sure the rescues were over before I left the Greymyr.

While I was performing this vital service one fighter asked me: "what the heck are you doing?", one healer (thank goodness) checked periodically to see if I was still ok, but nobody kept me informed of the status of the rescue, and nobody thanked me (nor \thank 'ed me.)

This is not the first time I have experienced this. Nor is this an unusual occurance - as I am sure many other fighters will attest.

What's worse is that many exiles with bad attitudes, rude behavior, or genuine 'evil' intentions get thanked simply out of sympathy for the number of times they have been cursed.

No doubt many of you have read 'The Ancients' texts on the uses of Karma, and Martlets fine work on how to recieve good Karma and avoid bad Karma. What I would like to do is to express some of my opinion on when to thank, and when to curse.

My standards on when to curse:

When somebody won't shut up during a large battle

causing problems for you slower-witted exiles. <<O.O.C.: lag due to slow connections.>>

When somebody drops a monster on your back.

(Especially if they don't stick around and fight, or at least appologize.)

When somebody is continuously foul mouthed, or rude, or abusive.
Anybody guilty of sexual harrasment. <<O.O.C.: don't laugh, I've seen it.>>
When somebody poaches your kills

(this may be an honest mistake though - be careful about this.)

When somebody deliberately misleads you.

When NOT to curse somebody:

When you recieve a curse

since you can't always be sure who did it.
you probably deserved it anyhow.

Because they are better than you and can kill more creatures.
Because they havn't been cursed enough (or at all.)
Because you cursed them only once.
Because they died in a difficult area (being dead is bad enough.)
When you get killed in the arena. You chose to be there. The one exception might be if you are a healer and have told the combatants that you are a non-combatant.
Just because you don't like them. That's not what Karma is for!
When they do something to somebody else - unless it is really nasty and blatant.

When to thank somebody:

When they assist in your rescue and you aren't shareing with them.

Particularly if they have gone out of their way to help you.

When they help you find your way.
If you ask, and they give or lend you money.
If they save you from certain death.
If they regularly share with you without you having to ask first.
When they assist you in a task for which there is little benefit to themselves

perhaps rescuing a friend
distracting monsters away from
a goal of yours.

If they see you fighting something tough and slow down or stop to make sure you are ok.
When they have bad karma but act really, really good.

When NOT to thank somebody:

When you recieve thanks.
When you feel sympathy for their large amount of bad Karma - they got it for a reason.
Just because you like them. That's not the point of Karma!

Thank you for your consideration.

May the Ancients bless you and guide your steps.
Marcus

TITLE: untitled
SUBMITTED: the 29th day of the 7th month
AUTHOR: Darkmos

I fear Krake is stupid and does not know the whole thing (which he thinks he is the head huancho).

here is my true story:

I started out basically as one of the great Berserks of Mojo's Dwarven Militia. I left because I felt to many hostilities in the clan. I heard of Black Veil and at the time sounded interesting. SO i join them, but decided it was to inactive and left(i have asked for them to take my name of there clan list but i think the owners of the page r dead or somthing). I joined the Spirit Clan as a healer(not a fighter). I felt this would be a powerful clan and meant something that i believed in. I was known as a super healer at that time(which now the super healers r kevas, mystic healer, and Rutabaga). I later left the clan when Firestar seemed to only be present for 5 minutes every week(he also didnt answer my emails). I then was aproached by Razor from The Knights of the Round Table. He and i have known each other for quite a while. He wanted me to be the co-leader in KORT so i accepted. I found this clan a strong clan. Also felt it was going somewhere. It had a strong leader and good members. I was later asked to either leave KORT or stop "stealing" peoples money. So i felt it was time to move on....

Now Teioh, Smoke, Duke Kylo and I, have been planning something called DC...we have been moving in shadows for sometime......and know this( i am only the email dood and the webmaster) i do not RUN the clan, it is a group effort. WE HAVE NO LEADER!

and one other thing, i have never asked healers to come to the arena so i can kill them, i find it fun! so if u have a problem with it TO BAD!

And i would apreciate if Krake would stop acting like mister know it all...and would stop lieing.

thank u for your time.

Dark(\/)O§

TITLE: "Friends, there is a great danger..."
SUBMITTED: The 29th day of the 7th month
AUTHOR: Krake

Friends, there is a great danger, who is neither a Darshak, an Orga, or anything else. He is one of us.
        Yes, we thought that we got rid of any bad seeds with the end of the Asha'man (anyone with whereabouts of the leader, Ginger Fish, please mail me at nyeager@beer.cocg.com), but it ends up there is another danger brewing, and his name is Darkmos.
        The history of Darkmos started out as a member of the Black Veil. He later grew tired of them and left to join the Clan of the Spirit, where he stayed for several months. He was a great member of the clan, one of
the most prized fighters. But that soon changed.
        He later left the Spirit Clan for unknown reasons. Spirit Clan members (including myself) tried to find out why he left. When we confronted him, he only said that'll we'll find out. And we did.
        Darkmos has been luring healers and people new to this area and butchering them, for no reason but sadism. I put this out to warn all of you never to trust him. He is also known to be working alongside the Sun Dragon Clan Exile known as Teiho, who is stealing from many residents. Please help put an end to these two.
Sincerely,
                Krake
[A NOTE FROM THE EDITOR: As a member of the Sun Dragon Clan (SDC) I must comment to make it clear that Teioh is NOT a member of the Sun Dragon Clan. To make a long story short, The SDC found out TEIOH was stealing by selling weapons he could not deliver. I personally insisted he stop, he chose instead to leave the SDC.]
                                                    --- Braveheart

TITLE: "How the halfling died to arsenic poisoning."
SUBMITTED: The 27th day of the 7th month
AUTHOR: Vex of the Laughing Academy

    Now, yesterday many of you heard the word that some poor halfling had died to arsenic poisoning in the Mystic's Guild, and a lot of you were probably thinking its just some rumor right? Wrong.
    It all started when Mystichealer and I were babbling on about the ogras to each other in the farms. Midway through our conversation it was disrupted by what looked like a talking tree. Now, me being a lunatic, I
had no problem with the concept of a magical talking tree. The tree first went on to make us promise that no one would chop it down and use its word for our new temple. I was of course enraptured by the talking tree and agreed immediately. Unfortunately, Mystichealer was in a bit of a playful mood and quickly pulled out her axe. After much arguing, we had changed the subject. Later on the tree began shaking a good deal, which was odd because as a general rule of thumb trees don't move around on non windy days. I was starting to get suspicious, but my suspicions were confirmed when the tree promptly told me it was hungry for tarts, this was no magic talking tree!
    Soon after a halfling Mystic took a very long tumble from tops of the tree. After getting his bearings he came back up to see us, and once again inquired about the tarts. So I rummaged around through my knapsack for a bit I found some raspberry tarts I happened to have on me and promptly gave them to the halfling Mystic. Mystichealer was still in a bit of a playful mood unfortunately, and wanted some money for her tarts. This halfling Mystic was rather poor unfortunately, and couldn't afford to pay her prices. So in what looked like an act of compassion, Mystichealer gave the poor little halfling Mystic her tarts. In actuality, she had covered her tarts with a small coating of arsenic. It shouldn't have been enough to kill the little halfling, but it did. We suspect the fall he took from the tree might have caused some other injuries that contributed to his death.
    Following the eating of our food, the halfling Mystic went on to regale us with his tale of woe about how very poor he was. I, being a terrible penny pincher, was reluctant to give him any of my money. But after hearing about how terribly, terribly poor he was I agreed to give him most of my money, about 18k at the time. After insisting I needed at least five thousand for living expenses I agreed to give the little halfling Mystic 13k. Mystichealer on the other hand, feeling philanthropic for the first time since we met the halfling gave him considerably more, a sum nearing 20k I believe.
    Once we had given him this considerable sum of money he began mumbling about how it should be enough. The little halfling Mystic then snapped his fingers and disappeared in a cloud of smoke. Mystichealer then went on to tell me of how she had poisoned the tart (I wasn't aware of it until that time), we both had a good laugh, and she assured me the dosage wasn't strong enough to kill the little halfling Mystic. Much to our chagrin, we soon heard word that a poor halfling had died to arsenic poisoning. In a fit of anguish Mystichealer went to sacrifice herself in the desert to the gods, in a fit of boredom I tagged along, unfortunately the gods seemed more angry at me because I died several times on the way there.
    So let this be a lesson to you all, never feed halfling Mystics poisoned tarts! You'll never know what becomes of your money then. And what did I learn from this experience? I learned that I am now poor.
    --Vex of the Laughing Academy

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