A Contest

[CommunistSpy 441]

A frigid wind runs through the partially collapsed ruin. The ancient city bustles with activity, hooded figures scrambling around like ants. Faint torch light illuminates the snow-covered buildings, and it seems a large project is underway. Sitting at a crumbling table, a servant of Setherien scribbles down a copy of a letter. To his left and right sit two more servants, also copying the same letter very carefully. Hundreds of followers inscribe a message in blue ink onto parchment, and even more assist in delivering these letters to every city and settlement in Anthos. The letter reads as follows:

 

“Hello. My name is Kalgeryas, a name which is unknown to most of you. I have spent my time wandering the lands of Anthos, observing the behavior and interactions the four races have amongst each other. As a collective group, and as individuals, all of you have failed miserably. You cause needless conflict - your thirst for violence and bloodshed is worse than a rabid dog. You ignore danger and fail to respect the one true ruler of these lands. I have never been more disgusted to observe such swine roam this continent. You invade the home of Setherien, squandering this land’s natural resources. You abuse technology, allowing any filthy beast among you to use the sacred knowledge of magic.

 

I tire of your existence, therefore I am going to conduct a ‘game’ of sorts. Near each nation capital you shall find a messenger ready to take your offering to Setherien. Each nation shall participate in this contest. The four nations of the Orcs, Humans, Dwarves and Elves shall give knowledge in the form of books, letters, and notes. The books may contain anything useful, however information conspiring against other nations and groups will hold more weight and influence.

 

Upon the conclusion of this game in two elven weeks, the nation with the most collected knowledge will be given immunity against the death and destruction that is to come. Perhaps you take me for a fool, and assume that this contest is just an empty threat. The Orcish Trog, Equinox Grove, Forests of Malinor, lands of Lenfarthing, and even the Cloud Temple have fallen to the power of Setherien.

 

Are you prepared to watch your home be destroyed, and see your friends and family slain?”

 

A simple signature is written at the bottom of each letter.

 

“Kalgeryas”

 

(( The letter is self-explanatory. NPCs have been set up around each nation capital, with a donation chest for players to place signed books. The winning race, according to the letter, will be granted immunity of some sort from the relentless Harbinger attacks. Information that can be used against other nations and races holds more value than simple books, but all books, letters, and notes are welcome. The contest will end on December 25th. ))

[Lark 2227]

Lark quickly begins making copies of his weapon sketches. "Must. Protect. Abresi."

[ĔṀĔŔĨĨČĶ 519]

Lark quickly begins making copies of his weapon sketches. "Must. Protect. Abresi."

 

Kaelys smacks the sketches out of Lark's hand. "We do not negotiate with terrorists!"

[Lark 2227]

Kaelys smacks the sketches out of Lark's hand. "We do not negotiate with terrorists!"

Lark smacks Kaeyls's face. "Ye' do nawt touch my sketches!" Lark grumbles as he picks up his sketches and gets back to his writings.

[ĔṀĔŔĨĨČĶ 519]

Lark smacks Kaeyls's face. "Ye' do nawt touch my sketches!" Lark grumbles as he picks up his sketches and gets back to his writings.

 

Kaelys smacks Lark across the face. "You do not abuse my beautiful face!" He grumbles, rubbing his face.

[Lark 2227]

Kaelys smacks Lark across the face. "You do not abuse my beautiful face!" He grumbles, rubbing his face.

 

Lark glares at Kaeyls, he puts his quill down and smacks Kaeyls with his white blacksmithing glove, "Kaeyls, I dare say that is a challenge! I will abuse whoever's face I want!"

[ĔṀĔŔĨĨČĶ 519]

Lark glares at Kaeyls, he puts his quill down and smacks Kaeyls with his white blacksmithing glove, "Kaeyls, I dare say that is a challenge! I will abuse whoever's face I want!"

 

Kaelys growls, grabbing a spare blacksmithing glove, he quickly smacks Lark in the face with it. "Sir, I dare say I accept this challenge. I will not allow you to spit upon my honor any longer!"

[Pinsir99 526]

Aerius, owner of the second largest collection of books thinks for a moment... I could spare my Kin or Malinor...

[Evilbanana5757 154]

The Bird Druid frowns as he reads the letter. He ponders the thought, thinking to himself...

 

How far would I go for Malinor? Not very far, heh...

 

 

 

While in a very much different environment, Gil'ead reads the letter, and he simply muses. "How hilarious, how hilarious..." he mutters to himself before looking through a table full of very suspicious looking papers....

[Soggy365 162]

*Aldal Ireheart laughs at the letter*

 

 "Ah'll nae give aneh knowledge teh deh enemeh! Death an' destruction? Send 'em our way, ah say! Weh can take 'em!"