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Well if he hosts it himself, get a switch put in with adequate firewalls, and anti-ddos scripts (I doubt this is a good hacker, but more of a kiddy-scripter)..

My personal suggestions to mitigate this: Get the TCP Dump, and constantly ring up your server providers and ask them what they are doingRing up your server provider and get them to record itTake the server down from Minecraft lists. Why? Because I bet you right now, that the top 15 minecraft servers get ddos'd by jealous fan boys and such... it occured in Ultima Online freeshards, and the best way was to take your listing off a top 100 servers site

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A rich document, embossed with the Hammerite wax seal, and with fancy paper arrives at the Elder Halflings offices Greeting Elders of The Vale and Branborough, The offer you have proposed, we have agreed to accept. This offer that you proposed was,; A Golden Shovel for every Branborough ResidentTwenty pristine mugsDouble Chest of Paddle BoatsA single diamondA magic music playerGolden crown for the BranmasterNon-aggressive Military BuildingsNon-aggression PactRight to police troublemakers In return, if we stick to these deals, you will give us; A bumper harvest of your delightful cultures foodLand of the Southern Peninsula - staying clear of the LakeHair from the foot of Old Doc Brandybuck as Sign of Good WillAccess to your town as long as we keep nasty folk to our own borders. As part of this deal to keep other folk you do not like from your people, we will construct a wall around our settlement, and give passports to those who we deem can pass to your town. Additionally, we will also offer a few posts for Constable positions to show our commitment for working together, allowing you to decide who may or may not enter your lands. Lastly, a Festival will be held, and a statue will be created to commemorate this agreement between our people. Signed on Behalf of the Hammerite Order, Diplomat Locke Blackthorne

A new note is attached to the Hammerite letter... identical to the last.. Greetings Branborough, and The Vale Citizens, In recent light of hearing you fear us ravaging your land, and also bringing unwanted 'tall folk', we have a counter proposal. We will offer you a sum of 30,000 minas (which is negotiable), and also our own offer of not moving further north than the lake. In addition, we will also be welcoming citizens from your villages to overlook our farms to make sure we are not ravaging your lands. We are not here to interfere with your lives, nor are we to bring crime or war, we only wish to aid and create a partnership in which for generations to come will be seen a stepping stone for the best. If war and crime are what you fear, we will add clauses onto an agreement to give you right to evict us from the lands if we ever bring war from our own doing to your lands. If the citizens have any more questions, we will be willing to hold a town meeting to discuss any issues and discuss the options. On success of these deals for both parties, we will be willing to host a grand party to celebrate the new ties between the citizens of the Vale and Barnborough and the Hammerite Order. Thankyou Signed Locke Blackthorne, on behalf of the Hammerite Order

The note is written in exquisite handwriting, the loops and curls of the lettering make it look like this person has been writing letters for a while.. the ink is a black, with a silvery colour when the light hits it.. the person, or people who wrote this posting mean business. Greetings Citizens of Branborough This letter is a letter of business, and also alliances. We do not seek to invade, nor do we seek to interrupt your quaint lives. The order of the Hammerites, at the neighboring Ironrock Island which to propose an offer to the citizens of Branborough, and the Vale. We are willing to offer support in building, planning and administration, in return for claiming a part of the peninsula south of Branborough. In addition to this, we are also offering a condition of refuge if your lands ever get invaded, and your people have nowhere to go. In addition to this deal, we would also propose this peninsula town to be one of mixed cultures, and hopefully one in which the Order of the Hammerites may be able to benefit you're people in trade, ideas, and also diplomatic ties. Our offer is fully open to negotiations, and we are willing to work with you to make a greater tomorrow. May the Builder Bless You. -Signed Locke Blackthorne on behalf of the Hammerite Order *A embossed hammer seal, declaring this is a legitimate Hammerite document, is put over the top of the signature*

*puts another note on the noticeboard, it's dotted with slime* Fellows, It seems like the gelatinous goo we called 'slimes' have found a way to the surface.. I was assaulted by one of them just outside my chambers this morning, but luckily I had my blacksmith hammer ready, and squished it.. so I apologize for the smell within the barracks. I feel we may need to find a way to control this problem as the slimes give us ample supplies of decent glue, but at the same time are rather annoying. I will leave it for further discussion. -Locke

*As he leaves Alethor, Locke see's the poster and takes it down for a copy, and closer look.. as he reads he shakes his head thinking 'I guess some people need a way to keep their armies loyal', the occasional skirmish between lords fighting over forests, mines or strategic points was common to him, but a war? No, a war was the boring part, the interesting part was the diplomacy after the battle had been won or lost.. this is where men showed who had the better hand..* *Rolling the poster up, and placing it in his satchel, he carries on, boarding the last cart out of town going south.. all he had to do now was hope no one was going to war in the direction he was heading in..*

((How would you send the letter if only Locke has the book, and is the only person who knows about it? :P ))

[[OOC: This is purely my characters current journey around Asulon recording and seeking lore. All this is from the eyes of my character, and is to be more of a description of Asulon from a perspective of a person who only recently left the city to seek his way. If you wish to join, or want to be part please PM me, as I want this to be mainly about Locke's travels in Asulon, and a bit like Gulliver's Travels. I write this purely for your reading pleasure, all information in here would be considered metagaming if your character uses it without my permission (i.e. my character gives you a chapter to read, then it wouldn't be). I hope you enjoy it, and I hope to slowly encompass the entire world from my characters point of view]] *In a dark room, lit only by a single flickering single lantern, a man sits behind a writing desk, the inkpot nearly empty, a pen beside a parchment. He leans back, smiling, grinning, as if he has found a long lost friend, or discovered something new. This man, is Locke Blackthorn, 22 years of age, young for many scribes, but nevertheless a scribe, a red hammer is embroided into his robe, and his hood rests on his back. Leaning back, he cracks his knuckles, now smiling wearily as if he has been behind the desk a long time. Looking around, he notices the outside, stars.. it was late.. but he had finished the first part of many, and for what he knew tomorrow it would start.. but for now he needed to rest, picking up the parchment, he reads what he has just written, smiling as he does..* Introductions to this Annal Being born in a village within the Oren Empire, I never got to venture far.. the woods near my village out of bounds because of some divine reason that our village priest told us. Anyone who went in usually never came back, but we did have one thing we could do, and that was the biannual trip to Arethor by the farmers of our village to go sell their wheat and crops.. I never truly knew my parents, I was too young when the village was attacked and burnt, all I remember was being whisked away by the people fleeing to Athelor, and then once in the city being dumped as rubbish, and left to fend for myself. This was the time I learnt that the city was as dangerous as the country, even though the forbidden forest was gone.. monsters still existed but only this time they where the common guard, merchant, sailor or drunk.. using the street urchin as a punching bag for entertainment. I write this annal as a person who had never left Arethor in the 15 years I grew up in.. ignored by the world, regarded as trash. That all changed when one day, a stranger noticed me, he took me under his wing, and taught me to read and write. I would never know his name, as he vanished soon after my 14th birthday.. but that event changed me, and made me realize this city was only a fraction of the world outside the walls. The history he taught me, the lore of the outside lands, and the stories of stout men who lived in caves always peaked my interest.. and it still does. This is why I am writing this Annal of Asulon. To record the journey throughout this land in hope that in the future someone may follow my steps, and finish my work if I do not manage to finish this. It is a tall task, but one at which I am happy to do.. it'll leave my mark on this world, and in return when I depart I can be happy that I started something that few had tempted. This is my attempt as Locke Blackthorne to make a mark, and by doing so, fulfilling the Builders wish. I start my journey in Arethor, and from here I will venture south due to current political strife.

*Locke see's the new post and chuckles at the story "This might be worth asking about", he ponders, with a grin on his face.. his limbs still hurting from whatever occurred when he visiting Arethor, and something deep within him knew he should let it go. Turning away, and heading back to his room in the Guild Hall, the thought of seeing a large slime slithering around the temple made him chuckle again*

*a note is placed just to the side of the High Councils Note* Brothers, Please try and capture the more exotic creatures such as the gelatinous gloop things, as it has come to my attention that the gel they secrete makes a most excellent glue/adhesive for book binding. Additionally, it has come to be attention that they seem to divide in a binary fashion, allowing them to expand quite rapidly. So, if you can, please try and capture the smaller ones, so I may examine and hopefully allow others to inspect these rather bizarre creatures. One last thing, would it be possible to get some sign posts up in the lower levels of the mine to aide in direction to the main hall? I cannot count the times I have walked around in circles. A mapping survey would be very useful, and may aide us in seeking of the builders wishes. May the Builder Bless Your Creations, Locke