Lock 'eed Ironheart

((So our old map is gone just like the many other towns of past. But I have learned from the past and had always copied our area. I have a saved world map of Auslon if anyone here wants a copy I'll break it down and zip it for you. Most of it is the Vale and Ironrock region real close to when the map was lost. One thing though to remember if you get a copy is the fire spread and plugins such as gate/lift don't work on this as it is just a copy of the world."FIRE SPREAD, key word as many people had fireplaces and you may find towns in flame lol. Just make a temp server with map and turn fire spread off" Chests are also empty in this copy as worlddownloader only copies the world and not whats inside chests. Other then that I'll place Ironrock on the shelf along with our other cities. PM me or skype me about a copy.)) *Lock'eed Goes below deck of the ship and to his cabin. Folding a map of Auslon and the city map of Ironrock in a *worn dusty old book*. He places it in a gold trimmed chest beside four other books listed as The begining of Ironstone, The journeys through unknown, Ruststone and the undiscovered wastes, Irongate legends and now Lock'eed puts Ironrock Island in its place among the others.

Not a damn thing is built you lazy taffers. The workshop is done and it houses the steam and redworks we've been working on. Very nice Brannty. As for the rest of you lazy bums this is really a sad excuse. Just because we maybe leaving soon doesn't automatically denote the option to stop your works. I'll be trying to manage some time to finish out the cathedral. Along with land negotiations, I've been very strapped on time. ((EDIT~November 21 2012~So it would seem everyone is bugged by the land deals that were all reneged on us and we have no where to go in the new map. As of right now bug out and do as you wish, however do so without being under the hammer banner. In time if there is still a place for us we'll regroup. For now I'm done trying to make land deals ic and ooc that get yanked out at the last minute.))

"No it would seem something different is forcing the people from these lands. Not the void, no... the lands remain intact their nether hells are locked and it would seem the fabric of things is being lost, not the lands." Lock'eed shows Brannty his soulstone "watch". The stone is activated then goes pail then crumbles in his hand only to return to his pouch. "Seems the monk magics and among other things in these lands are breaking. So I've only been able to gather clues and rumors as to what these new lands hold for the people here. Nothing as bad as the corruption of dark pasts, but it shows signs it is his workings. Fear not the past tides but prepare yourself for the comming tides. It will be overcomed and we will look to see where we stand as builders in new strange lands, as we always do." Lock'eed smiles and pats Brannty on his shoulder reassuring him things arent as bad as they have heard. "Once I gather more details as to what is happening I'll gather everyone and convey the council as to what will happen with us. As for now I'll be getting back to my building, idle hands are but invitation to the trickster. Best keep busy to keep him away."

Rumor and whispers among the stone halls can be heard. Something is comming in the near future, and the priests all agree that with the strange united dream and the books going blank can only point to one thing. Corruption looms once more upon these lands as well. While working on the cathedral Lock'eed is approached by two priests and a master forger. With them they open the books they carry to show Lock'eed. Lock'eed speaks as he looks over the blank pages "Blank tomes?" One of the priests speaks up.No sir, these were the books containing the glyph markings of old.Lock places his hammer and chisel down and takes the book in his hands, a flicker of fire seems to spark in his eyes as he thumbs through every page. Lock'eed hands the book back, stern look as he asks "You best not be jesting with me, if you are to say that every book in our lands is going dark?" Both priests look to the floor unable to answer, the master forger steps forward and answers Lock'eed. It is true, seems all our books have become blank. Along with the strange united lucid dream we all had, it certainly ties into something comming soon. "Dream? I had no such dream, been here working on the cathedral for days now it would seem".Lock picks his hammer and chisel back up, turning to the three he points his hammer northward."Send out four scouts, make sure they are of flight and not to daley.Better yet get the OoS on this one tell them the dark tides are upon us. They shall know what to do, all reports are to be directly given to me. Understood?" The two priests bow and and reply "understood". The master forger places his right fist upon his heart and replys "Builder be with us". Look'eed then turns back to his work looking up through the opening in the cathedral ceiling to the sky, he thinks back to lost lands of old where the chaos lord tore the lands away. Under his breathe Lock'eed speaks "So it would seem we move again.."

St.Edgar's Cathedral *The morning rains subside and the cool dew can be tasted in the air as the sun shines through the open roof of the near completed cathedral. *Lock calls out to his people from near the novice library. "Gather round fellow hammers" *Lock Raises a hand to the skyline, the cathedral can be seen cresting over the walls and trees. Standing side by side with the castle it nearly touchs the clouds. "Standing tall the build is near complete my men, I've personally spent hours on this one and will continue doing so until we can hold our first all day and night sermon to the fallen and to St.Edgar himself" "Today though, we pour a seal for ourselves and our hard work so far" "For the Master Builder! May He guide us through these dark days into brighter days ahead"

Recently we've had an artist come pay a visit to our lands. He has given us a very well created rendition of our builds and If you all can take the time to thank him I'd appreciate it. ((Thank you gabriel101x1 for the town video))

Lock'eed takes a break from his current build and heads to his study. A few hours later Lock enters through the iron door into his study. Upon his desk a paper flutters under a iron ingot as the cool sea breeze blows in through the open balcony. Lock goes and sits in his chair, the soft wool pad feels welcoming after a long day of moving stone and timber. Moving the iron bar to the side the wind catchs the paper and grabs it up in a gust of wind "SNATCHED!, the paper is grabbed with a panicked hand in mid air!" panic sets in as lock has had very important papers blown out of his study and off his balcony before. There was many broken limbs that day as many novices had to crawl out on the rooftop of Ironrock castle to fetch those papers.Wiping off a bead of sweat from his brow lock opens the crumpled letter to barely read the following. Káin Nilfinion age 32, race Human. Tradeskills Bow and cooking, developing stealth skills. Some etched build schematics are still legible. The rest lock cannot read. *placing one hand over his face lock sighs heavily. Another gust of wind blows into the study blowing out the torchs and candle, Lock gets up and shuts the door and windows.Walking back to his desk lock opens a draw and pulls a parchment out to reply to the novice's letter.Káin Nilfinion I will be sending you a bird in the near future with how to begin your journey to Ironrock. In the mean time do begin to practice the "novice silence", May the Master Builder watch over thee and welcome to the order.

The rising sun slowly begins to shine upon the castle of Ironrock. All the wild creatures that managed to avoid the patrols and hunters guild begin to burn upon the rays of the sun. The sunlight slowly creeps into Lock's tower windows. A painting above the fireplace shows the Master Builder smiting the trickster back to the shadows, a neatly made bed lays untouched and no where can Lock'eed be found. At the town gatehouse a single hammer can be heard clanging and working away on the beams and chiseling the stones. The single person stands to watch the sun rise letting the warmth of its rays shine on his bandaged body. For a moment the stoic silhouette remains motionless thinking back to a long forgotten place. "Norbert Slumber Falls near Irongate" Lock'eed then blinks a few times and looks again over the rising sun over the Novice district. Some of the windows he can see movement and once again the town begins anew day. Lock then turns back to his work and rebinds a fallen bandage over his arm and goes back to building. "Novice District ~ Tier One"