Astraeus

Pephin wanders around the cloud temple, stopping short at the sigh of a large bright poster. He mumbles to himself words of appreciation, with the occasional 'oohs and ah's. Taking a somewhat dusty piece of parchment from his sack, he begins to scribble a reply. He then positions himself cosily against a nearby tree, hoping he would not have to wait too long.

Take care Mau5

I'm guessing the virus pretty much keylogs everything you type into it, and then sends that through email to the culprit. As you haven't entered anything, I think you'll be okay. A scan couldn't hurt though, better safe than sorry.

Ah, finally a time I can attend :) Its going to be good!

I think the server is going the right direction, with "new" faces making their appearance as GM's, which is something the community has been willing to see for quite some time. We all know they'll do the best they can :-) For something I'd like to see, would be a group of tribal inhabitants from the main island, protect their homeland and the surrounding islands. I mean, what tropical island with a volcano doesn't have tribals...

Astraeus was inside the Viridian inn, where an uproar was caused by an ill man. He claimed himself it to be the plague and Astraeus' feeling he would die by the infection caused to him, is attempting to flee, to die in the lands he loves. He is followed by Conscript Selving Stah, who is later joined by Mathus Ofsea. Together they attempt to stop Astraeus from fleeing, fearing he will infect all of the Oren Empire.He has been struck down with a bow by Conscript Selving Stah. Astraeus balances his crossbow on one knee, taking aim at Conscript Selving Stah. “I be sorry, I ave' to do this.” Astraeus falls forward, letting the bolt fly towards Conscript Selving Stah, whom is caught in the leg with the bolt, causing him to fall to a knee. Mathus Oftsea steps back at the sudden occurrence of bats, a very confused look on his face. Conscript Selving Stah hoarsely speaks. “Don't go near him, he is infected.” Mathus Ofsea turns his attention away from the bats, back to the fight. “So then it seems you attack a lance, with no designation of your own loyalties.” Astraeus “Leave me be, to leave these lands, an olde' man like me can not be cured. I will perish the first, but rather not to infect others.” Conscript Selving Stah “Then stay in the bloody inn if you don't want to infect others!” Mathus Ofsea steps forward heaving his sword high above his head, he swings it down for Astraeus' head. Astraeus heaves forward with all the strength that is left in him, the blade catching him on the neck of his armor. Mathus Ofsea raises his weapon again, to strike for a second time, slashing down at Astraeus face. Astraeus rolls to the side, a chunk of his nose being cut off, unable to completely avoid the weapon. “Leave me be, in the name of Hightower.” He cradles what is left of his nose. Mathus Ofsea “Wait, use your crossbow!” Conscript Selving Stah looks shocked. “Shoot him? Why not save him? This is just a small wound...He can still live!” Mathus Oftsea “Because he has shot you! He violates the peace of his Imperial Majesty!” Conscript Selving Stah sighs and takes out his bow. Astraeus sobs heavily. “Oh, Ellser, Joseph, Romulus soon, so soon I can be with you all.” Conscript Selving Stah notches his final arrow and let's out a short sigh. He firest the arrow at Astraeus' neck. Astraeus closes his eyes and smiles, the arrow penetrating his neck, killing him on the gravel path. Thus, Astraeus Goldner has fallen, an old man at that, hoping to be buried in the lands that he yearned to die at, the lands that he loved most. Only luck and chance may bring him there now, as the time passes.