Pudclud

If you die, you end up in a crypt for a small five minutes. Simple as that. Don't see what the big deal is. In Aegis it worked perfectly fine, will still work perfectly fine now.

Clud washes up on the shore of a nearby beach, his small raft in shambles. After a long, great journey Clud looks around finding himself back on the shores of Anthos. Examining himself up and down Clud thinks about his past for a moment. He's cheated, stolen, pilfered, lied, manipulated, plundered, and deceived his way out of more then a few odd situations. No, Clud doesn't see a point to it anymore, well at least not at this exact moment. Clud can always have a quick change of heart, but that's besides the point. Looking towards a new direction away from his past for now Clud finds himself in front of a billboard with more then a few opportunities. Mercenary this, guard position that, all of it is the same. Except there is this one elegantly written poster which catches Clud's eye. "T'em mages lookin' fer Pilgrim's eh? Maybe t'is is what I need..." Clud mutters to himself as he writes his slip for the box. Oh the turning point in Clud's life. Or not. Depends on how he feels.

As I was saying before, initiate DEFCON 1, however nobody really cared. We're going too fast, and generally with all these staff changes and such we may end up falling in a hole. Slowing down should be our first priority, then getting us a real map such as 2.5, and then finally we should slowly work on 3.0. Once we have a good and stable map, then we deal with the current staff problems if we have any at the moment. We cannot put too much on our plate, or else we will get overwhelmed to the point of death.

"I was Dorry's lawyer mate, was only meh job te defend 'im. An' if ye only seen meh once, t'en ye be on some sort o' drugs t'en..."

Clud bears through Hyrdrose's dulling speech, until this silly Dwarf starts to cause some ruckus. "Are ye shittin' meh Hydrose? Are ye literally shittin' meh? I be 'round all t'e time, an' now yer makin' false accusations t'at I be a criminal? T'at be feckin' mad! I'll 'ave ye put before a court if ye continue te act in such a rude an' discriminatory manner mate! Smarten up ye dolt!"

Clud laughs, as he examines his competition. Clud walks up to the middle of the room, and yells to the crowd in front of him. "Ye know what I like? Gold I say! Do ye people 'ave any gold? If ye don't, t'en ye know 'ow I feel like. It's 'ow all of us feel like. T'e kingdoms economy 'as gone te ****, an' we need te do somet'in' 'bout it! What we need is a shop. A shop o' great proportions, a shop t'at will supply all o' t'e Dwarves wit' all t'er needs! Ever wanted a set o' diamond armour? Buy it off t'e kingdom shop! Ever wanted masses o' cobblestone te no end? Buy it off t'e kingdom shop! If ye elect meh as High Merchant, I will get us our shop! I will stimulate t'is economy, an' our shop will be supplied wit' goods from all t'e nations! Vote fer meh, an' ye will become rich te no end!"

Clud pokes up out of the crowd, and yells out his opinion Aye, I believe a re-election is in order. We need change 'round 'ere.

Clud on his travels in Oren, comes across the intriguing note. He then writes down a response, and sends it off with a bird. "Aye, I know 'ow te make a longbow, it be pretty difficult t'ough! T'ey be big, and t'ey be very long! Send me a bird, an' we can arrange a location."

Clud laughs, what a fool Deke has been. Oh well, it'll fun to find out what happens to these two funny people.

Oh jeeze Hiebe, you know the damn answer. What's the point? What are we, the dwarves, trying to do as a whole? What is our goal, our mission, our plan. Some people say "We should declare war!". I say that's a load of crap. That doesn't accomplish any big goal. It doesn't solve the big picture. We're not the Orcs, our goal isn't to be war-mongering madmen. What we need is another greater goal. A goal that can put all other nations into misery and despair. You see, we're Dwarves. We can do anything we want in our caves of epic-ness. We could make an 100-foot golem made of thousands of diamonds we have mined. We could amass great riches and have the biggest treasury of all time. We could make the most powerful runes in all existence which could destroy any foe. We're Dwarves, the possibilities are limitless!I say, we get a goal like one of these, and we stick with it. Simple as that. Anyways, those are my ideas, seems easy enough.

As Clud finishes yelling "God wills it", he attempts to contain his chuckle. God wills it my ass he thinks, this not be the will of the Gods. This is the will of politic and power. Clud still stands here, with the rest of these ignorant fools, only wishing to get his damn part of minas and gold out of this whole mess. Who the hell gives a crap about God, they only care about going home to their nice wives, or going out raping and pillaging. The absolute silliness that goes on amuses Clud to no end. Clud pauses again, and yells out in an amusing tone once more. "God wills it!"

After a long day of hard work, Clud rushes back into the auction house and shouts a bid right out to everybody. 35 damn feckin' stacks o' obsidian ye damn feckin' fool Skippy! Yer takin' too damn long between t'ese bids, an' yer just givin' me more time te get me goods! T'is bid o' 35 stacks o' obsidian be 168000 minas ye fool, lets see ye outbid t'at fer t'e brot'el!

I bid 20 stacks o' obsidian fer t'e brot'el, which be 96000 minas!