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Ave Victoria!

Issued by the Sir Fragglesworth II

In the year of our Lord 2021

 

 

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Heed my call, O brave and fool hardy alike;

Adventurers! WE HAVE WON! 

Due to the… infernal fire that engulfed of White Spire, The Paradsian Adventurers Guild shall henceforth move to the Hamlet of Sahrabad Al-Qab! Now, I shall be going over what happened in the aftermath of our great victory!

On the Order of Steel; Well, those traitors got what was coming! Oswald and his cronies have either been slaughtered or scattered, I even heard some of the Mercenaries of the Radiant Dawn were meddling in the Reinmaren northlands, poor buggers. What's left of their forces up here have either scattered or been massacred by the Levanter.

On the Levanter; As the great artifacts were searched and pilfered , the Levanter expeditionary forces were UNABLE! To attain the great artifact of Immortality that their Sultan had so early sought… Last I heard, what remains of the Regiment has been gathering any and all men and searched other nooks and crannies, and otherwise gathering whats left of their troops and mustering in the Hamlet, seems they are intent on sailing home, though the Vizier wallows in his despair of whatever consequences are too come for him… I'd hold unto those sigils if I were you, I'm sure the Sultan will be continuing his wild goose chase elsewhere.

On the Underdark; Well, still as dangerous as ever, though pacified of Mori, I’m sure there will be more explorations in the future!

On the Future; Adventures are always out their adventurers! I'm sure there will be more patrons, more mysteries and more LOOT! To Find! For we all live for God, Glory and Gold!

 Good job team!

 

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Holy smokes guys, this was such a friggen blast,

@TheWhiteWolf @Miniguy15736 And all the other ST's who lended a hand, Godbless you and thank you for everything

 

I hope all of you enjoyed this eventline and I cant wait to run more sometime later this year! So stay tuned!


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ADVENTURA EST FORIS 

 

THE WELL ENDOWED, SIR FRAGGLESWORTH II, Administrator and HEAD Patron of the Pradasian Adventurers Guild




 

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Returning home, Arakawa spares a short, mirthless laugh for the sacrifices the Adventurers had made. Alone in reality if not in his thoughts, he returns to his work.

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Just like the men of Levanter, the Oyashiman Sorvian, made by his father to gather materials, wallowed in despair at his failure to secure any.

But did that 'Mourner of Ishar', Azim, not have those shiny swords? Perhaps it was time to commit a hate crime...

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Event was a baller and lots of fun, just a shame that my character with whom I had attended almost every single event in the eventline died outside of it 😔 Anyways, time to look for Azim - I just want to talk

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Gang (just look at Azim's swords 🤤)

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Obok Metaldrinks returned home in his hanging spires in Urguan from the underdark, his right arm in a cast as his movements were strained, beaten blue and yellow by the now perished Eternal Matriach as choke marks were left on his throat, he sat down in his study after emptying his mailbox and read the missive from Sir Fragglesworth ''oi will be t'ere... once my wounds are mended'' he mumbled to himself with a pained chuckle

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Galathol sat in the emptied Reliquary for a good while, a large sack of minas atop his lap. While counting, a deep frown overtook the man's face beneath the bronze mask as very possibly literal gears churned within that ferrum brain case of his. They hadn't slain what caused this, hadn't stopped a disaster from occurring. He was certain of it. The valuables did well to muffle this thought of concern, however.

 

Why was a shaman psychically struck, once they had tried to move a boulder blocking a path which remains unsealed even now?

Where did the molemen and their wretched world-plague come from, disturbingly contorting their bodies and shapes into abhorrent nightmares as much as it did the earth?

...And where did the Shadows go?

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Resting within the Grand Kingdom of Urguan, in a state of comatose, is the Grand King Ulfar Starbreaker. Hospitalized. His once round and bulbus form is now thin and crispy.

 

Several servus golems and clinic staff operate within the room, replacing bandages and reapply salves. Among them are acolytes of the Brathmordakin whom have gathered around to pray to the Gods, seeking the Grand King's swift recovery.

 

He breathes weakly through the ventilator mask that is strapped to his face, each breath sounding like his last.

 

 

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An occult scholar rubbed his forehead as the Ordermen were wiped out. Seeing the relics vanish in the pockets of many, he gazed upon his loyal companion as they hauled away a most peculiar corpse... "Hrm... Better luck next time..." the schemer grunted to themselves as they prepared for the future... 

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