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An amendum to the note is posted... I would be willing to offer 16 Minas per ton ((stack)) of dirt, for it is only dirt, you know, and 32 Minas per ton ((stack)) of sand/gravel. If any of those who have posted notes wish to take this offer, please send me a bird, including how many tons ((stacks)) of each item you would be willing to sell. The price is STILL negotiable, but Gallmore would probably not be convinced to pay much higher prices than these... --Mandru Scott M.D.

You read the notice on the board; apparently, someone is searching for great quantities of natural building materials... Greetings, Anthosian businessmen! I am searching for vast quantities of dirt, sand, and gravel for a project of mine. If you have any to spare, I'll gladly take it off your hands. Otherwise, I shall offer to buy these materials at a negotiable price. Please pin a note underneath this one if you wish to either sell or donate these materials to me, and we can negotiate the rest over bird correspondence. --Mandru Scott M.D.

Crowds gather around Government Tower in Gallmore. They whisper excitedly to themselves such things as, "Proconsul Scott hasn't called a public address in a LONG time!" and "What do you suppose the Government wants NOW?". Proconsul Mandru Scott M.D, a Doctor-Cleric and one of the Proconsuls of Gallmore, steps on the balcony of the tower. A blue elf, Proconsul Varstivus, an elder alchemist, stands to his left. To his right stands Proconsul Gestahl VonSchlichten, a half-elvish, apprentice Fire Wizard. Proconsul Mandru begins to speak. "Ladies and Gentlemen! Today, a new chapter in Anthosian history begins! As some of you know, the Gallmorian Government has been attempting to eliminate the problem of underpopulation throughout our world. Everywhere, you see cities and towns, GRAND ones at that, deserted. Why do you think this is...?" The small crowd shrugs. Gallmore itself is not overly populated at the moment, and this question had been on the minds of all its remaining citizens. "I shall tell you why this is: For some reason, since the beginning of Anthos, carts have never been rebuilt. Shipping lanes have been almost COMPLETELY ignored. Only recently have we began to utilize privatized horses for ground transportation. But now, Gallmore has a gift to the people of Anthos! One we have been working on for a LONG time... I present to you: THE TRANS-ANTHOSIAN CIRCLE LINE! This line is meant to connect the nations of Urguan, Malinor, and Oren via Gallmore and the sea for the purposes of faster travel, better communication, and extended trade! Through a series of ferries, one can quickly travel between nations. Off the coast of Gemglade, Retanus, is where one of our oldest routes go. To get there, head out of the Gates of Abresi and turn right. Then keep walking straight ahead. You will see a ship with red sails by the coast; this is the ferry between Retanus and Gallmore. As for the Dwarven ferry, which has been loaned to the Line by the Dwarven Admiralty, it is a stone steamship that sits at the VaerHaven docks. Signs will direct which ship is the correct one. Last but not least, our most recent addition to the Line, Malinor, now has a ferry! It can be found at the Elvish docks. However, High Princess Titania has asked that Orcs not be allowed to use this ferry, due to recent... events between The Krug Dominion and Malinor. Therefore, Orcs will be barred from access to this one ferry as per her request. I hope that this provides for us a new era of communication and travel, perhaps bringing trade and popularity to Gallmore itself! More to be said later, People of Gallmore and Anthos. Mandru Scott, over and out." The two other Proconsuls and the small crowd cheer. For at long-last, Gallmore's birthright as a hub of transportation has been fulfilled. ((OOC: Yes, Fast Travel now links Gallmore to the 3 corners of Anthos. Gallmore's Government will allow all to use the routes (save those requested to be forbidden to use particular routes by the nations linked to them) FOR PEACEFUL TRANSPORTATION. If anyone from any side, or from any individual faction, is intent to use ANY of these routes for raids or any other actives as such, think twice. The captain and crew of the ferries would not allow you access to their ships, and would pull away from the docks if you approached the ships heavily armored. This is to promote RP across the server; I'd rather not throw this opportunity in the trash because overzealous raiding parties ruined it for us. So everyone use common RP sense when traveling on these ferries, and enjoy! ))

*((Mc Name)): AndrewTech *Name: Doctor Mandru Kaecillius Scott *Project Idea: Well, Nienna and friends, I don't exactly work on any specific PROJECT, as my interests vary from time to time. However, you have all seen my work from VonSchlichtenCo in my former exhibitation in your observatory. You know what I am capable of; though I am a Doctor-Cleric by trade, I still like to work on Scientific projects as a hobby. Basically, though, some of the things I work on in my spare time include --Researching an Alchemical Acid (I am planning a project to try to replicate the Acid of the Now-Extinct Arbourid species.) --Clockwork trinkets (Ex: Clockwork-wound Crossbows & watches that tell not only the hour and minute, but the season, year, and Lunar Phase as well. These are secondary projects; I work on them rarely.) --VonSchlichtenCo. Image Presser R&D --Mobile Fluid Dispenser (For use mainly in fire control) *Amount of Lab Space Requested: Well, Let's see... I'd like a moderate sized room, perhaps 6x6 meters, with a desk to work at and a shelf to keep alchemical and scientific substances, as well as store smaller trinkets. I request the room be this large as some of my contraptions can get rather big and bulky sometimes. Possible Resources Requested: Access to the Delver's stores of mechanical equipment and Alchemical Ingredient Storehouse. *Why This Project Should be Considered: The Delvers know very well that some of my theories and ideas for projects are not only amazingly advanced, but awestrikingly useful. You've seen the VonSchlichtenCo inventions from my old Exhibition and from Von Hill; I worked on MANY of those projects, and have a very good understanding on how to develop them. If given the scientific community I'd need to develop these projects, which I am unable to find in Gallmore, I believe many of my ideas could become realities. Collegues are what I need to make these projects possible. So please, Nienna, my dear old friend, give me a chance at this. Additional Members Involved in This Project: Any collegues (Delver, Gallmorian, or otherwise) whom I deem would contribute to my projects' developments. NOTE: I don't work on my projects full-time. I have an island and a family to take care of, as well as fend off Creatires of the Darkness down in Gallmore's underdarks. However, things have gotten somewhat slow, and a nice little research lab-space to use to work on my projects would prove to benefit both of us, I believe.

*Dr. Mandru Scott, hearing news of this from Gallmore, scratches his chin, and begins to talk to himself as he usually does when reflecting such news.* "Hmm... Perhaps when Rosella and Jacob are asleep, I shall take more time to visit the Delvers. Perhaps, now that Art and all his overzealous grudges are gone, the Delvers can help in Seafleet's expeditions... ...nevertheless, though he held a false grudge against my island and myself, I'll miss the old guy." *Mandru continues to reflect upon Art's (death?) in meditation. Though Art's overzealous grudge against Gallmore had always puzzled the Doctor-Cleric, Mandru did not hold a grudge against Art; for he knew what it was like to lose one's family. Rather, Mandru recalls all the escapades and adventures he had gone on with the Delvers. As he meditates, Mandru prays for Art's soul.*

((Either one, I believe... Preferably, if you want to send a letter to more than one person and you want it to take high priority, Forum PMs are usually more desirable.))

*Doctor Mandru Scott, Proconsul of Gallmore, Cleric of the Light, Captain of the G.R.S. Endeavour, and Hero of the First Battle at Von Hill, looks out the window of The Scott Family apartment on Gallmore at night. The Doctor-Cleric gulps after seeing the terrifying creature roaming in the dark Smog terrorizing citizens in the night below, eyes full of terror and fear. However, he regains his courage, and a look of determination and anger returns to his face. He looks to his sister and son, who have also been awoken by the racket from the streets below, and says: "I've had enough of playing cat and mouse with the Darkness, and more often than not playing the part of the mouse. For 18 years I have been fighting these demons, only being able to achieve a stalemate with them at best. And now support comes their way...? We must be ready to defend Gallmore... To drive them back into the depths from which they came. We shall embark across Anthos to gather allies to fight The Darkness and his new allies. The Light shall always, eventually, sear away the Darkness." *This being said, Mandru begins to pack his travel satchel once more.* ((Always looking to add more fun to Gallmore! Glad to have you, Dovakiin!))

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*Proconsul Mandru Scott of Gallmore Island reads the poster. He scratches his chin, wondering that, if these "Abolitionists" hate Oren so much and want freedom and a change of Government so much, why they would not just move to some place with a Republic-Style Government like Gallmore Island instead of risk their lives rebelling against Oren... Mandru now realizes that these are ANARCHISTS speaking in the poster from re-reading it. "Good GREIF, ANARCHISTS!" He cries. "If they just wanted freedom and to be treated well, not like dirt on the bottom of the nobility's shoe, that would be ONE thing, but ANARCHY?! Dissolving government of all sorts COMPLETELY?!? That's just going WAY TOO FAR! I do hope they simply mean freedom and not the dictionary definition of anarchy..." Mandru begins to walk away back towards the ferry to Gallmore, muttering something about Anarchy and its terrible implications.*

https://docs.google.com/document/d/11YQ8GxpCIv4Q_NR8MkfNYnPNCvpTjG8yGtiLWu6S41k/edit This is lore for how The Gallmore Engineering Corps got steam power and weapon technology for the creation of a single steam-powered exploration cruiser, the Endeavour. We do NOT want to try to break the dwarvish monopoly on steam power. This lore, if accepted, WOULD NOT GIVE GALLMORE THE RIGHTS TO MAKE STEAM POWERED SHIPS AT WILL. THIS WOULD BE A ONE-TIME, ONE-SHIP THING. And even then, it isn't even meant to be a warship; it's an exploration vessel meant to be a platform for exploration events. And, by the way, this was all genuinely done in RP, if you were wondering. Hence the enclosure of Screenshots in this document for proof that this actually HAS happened in an RP process.

((I was joking about the drug addict Thingey, Ap... XD))

Dr. Mandru Scott reads the poster intently, wandering through Malinor depressedly on a vacation from Gallmore. "VERY nice poster... Perhaps my son would pay more attention to me if I got him some more of his favorite things: books! Wish they had an inventory posted along with the poster, but oh well..." Mandru resolves to visit the bookstore in the future.

[[ Hello good forum-readers! I am searching for a new actor to play the part of my character, Mandru Scott, one of The Proconsuls of Gallmore,'s, sister, Rosella Scott. The previous actor I had enstated for her has taken either a VERY long hiatus for LotC, or left the server completely. Now, before you readers start crying about "restraint of personality" from playing a character that's already been played by a previous actor before, I've made an RP reason for giving her a new personality, which can be found in "The New Rosella" information panel. ============ The Old Rosella ============ The Old Rosella was a feisty, yet beautiful, redheaded inventor. She was OBSESSED with clockwork and steam-powered devices, and was very good in her line of work. She was often pessimistic, as her life had been nearly ruined by her kidnapper, whom had forced her to be his slave. She eventually escaped, though, but was then recaptured by her captor, whose name was Sheen O'Charlie. ============= The New Rosella ============= After being brainwashed by Sheen O'Charlie, Rosella will never be the same. Though much of the damage has been reversed, her original personality... Is lost. Though the extent of the damage has not been determined yet, it is clear that The Old Rosella is gone, and The New Rosella is here to stay (Basically, what I mean by this is that Rosella's new actor can determine how badly Rosella's personality has been jumbled up; they'd have the opportunity to shape and form her personality in a complete personality reset. To do whatever they want. For all I care, one can give her pink hair and turn her into a crazed, drug addicted actor! Though I'd actually prefer you didn't, to be truthful...) Some other important things to know if interested in playing Rosella: Rosella is about 33 years old; it is also notable to say that she is human.She is also a member, on her mother's side, of the VonSchlichen Family, though considered a full member (http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/92556-ooc-looking-for-vonschlichtens/) (Ignore the MC profile under Rosella's tab; that was Rosella's old actor)She would, most likely, greatly admire her brother, The Proconsul of Gallmore, though would most likely consider herself an equal to him.If you wish, you may provide your own skin for her, so long as she has blue eyes. If you wish to change her hair color, make something up like hair-dying of such. If need be, I SUPPOSE I could try to provide a skin; just ask. So! If anyone out there's interested in playing this needed-to-be-filled character, please either reply to this thread or PM me. I would prefer an actor with an American timezone, and one whom is fairly active as well. Thank you for reading this thread, and have a nice Morning/Evening. ]]

Islands. Lots and lots of islands, perhaps with ruins and/or native settlements. . Sea exploration is the way of the future!

*Mandru sniffles as his nephew/godson sets off on his quest, and sends Raulin a note via bird before he sails out of range. It reads:* "Give my regards to Saul, Raulin... And Good luck. ~M. Scott"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Your Name: Mandru Scott MD ((MC Name)): AndrewTech The candidates: Igor Ireheart ((Lefty_Bojengles)) Dominic Irongut ((Doom6153)) Dizzy Irongrinder ((Dizzy771)) X Place an X next to the one you vote for and send the form directly to the lords council. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Mandru Scott reads the poster. He smiles, as he continues reading, leaning on his staff as he does so. "Yyyyyeeeepppp.... DEFINANTLY going to make this play, if at all possible."

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Mandru Scott and the Darkness Wars: A Journal Part I: Catching up with The Readers Journal. Greetings. Whatever heroic imageries you may have of me, drop them now. I am but a Doctor-Cleric and Inventor. You may say, "Mandru witnessed almost every major event in Anthos!" or "He founded a Republic in a land of Monarchies and BEAT THE FLAYS!". Those two are at least true. But I don't want you thinking of me as "The Father of Democracy" or "The Hero of Von Hill". It doesn't suit me. First place to start... ah yes! Where the record of my experiences with the Great VonSchlichtenCo ended. I'll try to fill in the gaps, but it's been a LONG time, readers, so I may miss a few things... After the Invasion, staff members started disappearing. Senior and regular staff alike vanished into thin air. Russell, Grady, Balthassar, even sweet Gilrean... all gone. Saul, Hydrose, Jonas, Xi, and I were the only ones left. Finally, Saul got too superstitious. Too nervous. Too afraid that he'd eventually have to put up with his illegitimate son in Salvus... have to meet his girlfriend again after her abandonment (I found out this reason later; I did not know this at the time). So Saul and Jonas (Jonas was always ever loyal to Saul) left Anthos aboard the Spirit of Akheron, leaving Xi in charge with me as Vice President. That turned out to be a fatal mistake. Xi sold our company to Goldman. EVERYONE resigned on the spot, forming a new organization: The Hanseti Research and Development Department. Saul even came back to save us... but he was too late. A man had already stormed Von Hill. His name: Reinheardt VonSchlichten. He was... Is, I suppose, an older fellow... He lacks one of his eyes, and uses a respirator that I constructed for him to breathe. The first time I had met him, upon returning triumphantly to Von Hill with Saul VonSchlichten, his first action was to whack me over the head with his cane! Of course, his oppinion of me soon changed after I created a device that would allow for him to breathe more easily. Recieved a nice bonus for it as well. Heh... Who knows. Maybe he'll promote me someday. But my friend, Saul... Journal... Saul's like my brother. That man treats Saul terribly! If it weren't for Saul VonSchlichten, none of this would have ever happened! I just wish that... Well... That he'd get off his back. ------------- It has been several months now since Reinheardt and Saul instituted a new top secret research project amongst us. I've also been given the go-ahead to begin my research into the Plague. It's a terrible disease... There was no cure to it, the last time it struck Asulon.

((NOTE: This is a Work-In-Progress, and starts from the beginning of my character's RP to where he is present day. I shall update it every Saturday with various stories of Mandru's misadventures and experiences.)) You come across an old journal, somehow, in some way. It is bound in material that has apparently been drenched in a fireproofing potion. You feel excited as you open the rather thick, battered journal. You begin to read: THE JOURNAL AND MISADVENTURES OF DOCTOR MANDRU KAECILLIUS SCOTT ~Part I: Mandru Scott in The Land of Kalos~ Day 1, Year 1 ----------------- Finally, a book to record what's happened to me... A REAL, HONEST-TO-GOODNESS BOOK with a quill! A REAL QUILL! Sorry, journal, for sounding so demented. I suppose it’s just that the last few days here in the Kalos Jail on the Human island have been terribly... Well, terrible. And uncivilized. And disturbing. And many, many other things... It all started after I woke up, washed upon the shores of this strange, island land, ready to be greeted by the natives, whom must SURELY be in need of a doctor! I mean, if there's one profession out there that shall never die, it's healing, right? And humans other than myself are always killing each and every thing they can find. So I came from Elysium to see what help I could offer to the people of Kalos in the way of healing, perhaps to establish a clinic there. However, instead of laurel reefs and other symbols of honor placed upon my head when I arrived to help them, like those other islanders so long and far away from here did, I was greeted by a disturbing sight: A Brothel. A BIG Brothel. In fact, it was SO big, I could have sworn the entire town was in there. In fact, now that I know my own kind a bit better, I think the entire town WAS in there… Now, unlike my fellow humans, I dislike brothels. I am a religious man and a philosopher, and believe in three doctrines above all else to abide by in my life: If you do evil against good you'll eventually regret it; if you put your mind to something, you'll eventually complete the task you've set your mind to. And to NEVER, EVER go ANYWHERE unarmed in this creatorcursed land, lest you wish to condemn yourself to eventual death. I Immediately went around attempting to get fellow followers of good and morality to burn down this evil place of lust and greed. However, a ranger approached me, threw me in irons, and began dragging me off to jail. He ignored my arguments, saying things like, "Ye'd be harmin' the business of honest, 'hard-workin' women, laddie," and "Why can't ye leave them 'lone loike everyone else 'round here?" And finally, "'sides. Gotta nigh' there meself to attend ta’ soon". Uncivilized savage... He even insulted my brother, Rathian, as well in the process of dragging me away. Called him the most blundering ranger whom ever lived. At least Rathian SPEAKS properly and has an IQ rating that surpasses 1 digit! Well, at least I have you, journal, to write in during my imprisonment... Yay! The guards are coming to release me. Will write more later, journal. Day 10, Year 1 ----------------- Hello journal, you wonderful, inanimate object! Fate has turned in my favor... Well, sort of. Alright, kind-of sort-of. Okay, okay! The whole world's against me, but at LEAST I now have a job and safe place to stay... After being released from jail, I started to wonder around, searching for someone to buy land from. I'd heard that Lord Treasurer Denims was the man I wished to see, and, unfortunately, that meant going into his office in the upper level of the Brothel... I could not be seen in such a vulgar place; therefore, I put on my sister's spare pair of goggles, my brother's spare dark hood and mask, and entered. I was reminded how much I hate brothels. The multitude of unsanitary rooms... The terrible food there. The immorality and sin. I immediately asked around for Lord Denims, but he was apparently "busy". With what, I could make an educated guess. I immediately left, and washed my hands in the sea afterwards to keep from getting any air-bound germs or parasites from that place. Then I thought, “Why, if even these people's NOBLEMEN participate in this... LUSTING... I'd rather live with the Elves! At least THEY don't throw you in jail for trying to rid the world of both a Health menace and a crime against morality and God!” So, having thought this, I set out to find the isle of the elves. They would not, unfortunately, let me on their ferry, however. So I donned my cloak and mask, and stowed away on board. When I got there, I entered a theater, taking time to rest. An elf with grey hair (a strange sight to see) was talking to the theater owner about funding a play. "Ah, a play!" I thought to myself. "Civilization at last. I like the elves already..." I looked to the two men, and asked them excitedly if they needed a doctor in town. The grey haired elf, whose name I later discovered was Balthassar, said no. He suggested I check around the Human lands, for many are often injured around there. I sighed. "Well, back to square one then," I thought to myself, and sailed a rowboat onwards back to the Human Island, having to leave grand Malinor behind. A storm came, however, and wrecked my boat into the northern side of the island. I looked around to get my bearings, dazed, and saw an island tower a distance aways. I swam over to this tower, as it was my last hope of finding a place I would feel welcome in this world. When I got there, I entered the tower's lobby. Shortly afterwards, a traveling hillbilly (whom I have nicknamed "The Hobo") beat me unconscious with a GOLDEN CLUB. You'd think he could buy some decent robes if he could afford to whack doctors around with golden clubs. I'd rather encounter 5 of those gunpowder beasts than face The Hobo again... I still have nightmares of the strange man and his golden club! Thank goodness that the tower's staff came to rescue me. They chased The Hobo into the sea, and helped me into a chair, where I sat for a bit while I talked to what I assumed was their leader. His name is Saul VonSchlicten, and he is indeed their (well, OUR, I guess now) leader. He speaks in a Hansetian accent, which some would find hard to understand. However, I understand it perfectly; do I not also speak natively in a Hansetian accent when I do not cover it up with a standard one? "Shall I give you a tour after you have recovered, Doctor?" He asked. I was shocked; this man and his comrades were not the average brothel-attending Humans of the main island, though their leader DID look a bit high on Cactus Green. They were... like me! After my tour of their underground engineering laboratory, their observatory atop their tower, and their testing course, I was quite ready to ask for a job there. In fact, I did. I was accepted as their company doctor, and given a small clinic in which to heal their wounded. What a wonderful deal! What wonderful people! I love my new job. I'll ask around the company to see if they have any stories prior to when I came here that they'd like to include in my journal, as they all lead very interesting lives: ============================= PRE-MANDRU VONSCHLICHTENCO. STORIES ============================= /spoiler [[To be added by any of the old members of VonSchlictenCo that wish to include stories that happened before Mandru's arrival on Akheron. Just write up a story and PM it to me for me to add it!]] /spoiler Many people work at this place other than just the Boss (Saul) though. Jonas Walkingsnake, our crazed Head Architect, is one of the best, though craziest, builders I’ve ever seen. He has an obsession with chickens, which is also commonly found in Mad Elvish Alchemists and Crazed Wizards. Hydrose Goldhand, a loopy dwarf, keeps things interesting around the company. From Project Aqua-Chicken’s research to getting piped-up on Cactus Green, he makes the long workdays in the workshop intresting for us. Balthassar Windheart, the elf I encountered earlier, it turns out, is the company’s Head of Research. I want to have his job one day when he retires. Well, IF he retires… Do Elves even retire? Oh well. Just a dream I’ll never achieve. Russell Moore is our Chief of Security. Simply said, he keeps us safe from invaders. Grady Barrington is Saul’s right-hand man. He creeps me out for some reason. I think he’s some type of War Hero or something. He’s not around much, but when he is, something major usually happens to the company… Day 52, Year 1 ------------------- These last 2 months, journal, have been quite… interesting. I have been working on a special project, by the name of “Project Ghast”. Project Ghast is an attempt to access the Seven Skies using hot air to lift a basket full of men. The “Airbag”, as I have named it, is made of Ghast Skins from Elysium. I fear we may not be able to get any more, however… Oh well! We’ve got enough for the Prototype. When I build the main Hellrock heater, Saul came over to inspect it. “Hmm… Very nice stripper pole you’ve built there, Doctor Scott!” He said, actually THINKING it was a piece of BROTHEL FURNITURE I was building! He then put up a sign that said, “VonSchlictenCo. Stripper Pole Mk. I”. “NO SAUL! IT IS /NOT/ A STRIPPER POLE!!! WHAT IS IT WITH YOU AND YOUR OBSESSION WITH WHORES?!” I screamed, tearing down the label. “If you must know, it’s part of Project Ghast!” “Ah…..” Saul said, looking genuinely disappointed. “Carry on then.” He then walked away, and I continued working. Not like we even have any personnel capable of USING a pole as of now anyways... Other demented inventions are also being produced. Such as an UNDERWATER BOAT, which has probably been doomed to sink upon completion, and the cookie machine, which is the LEAST useful, though most tastey, invention made so far. I like my new job. Day 157, Year 1 ------------------- We'll be leaving for Anthos soon, a continent across the sea. Unfortunently, we’ll be unable to take my prototype Project Ghast Basket with us, creator curse it. However, on the bright side, we'll be taking one of the most advanced ships in the world: The Spirit of Akheron. It has a VonSchlictenCo prototype Steam Drive installed, meaning it is both incredibly fast and reliable. This ship is one of the most beautiful I've ever seen. THE most beautiful ship, actually. Unlike any I have ever seen before... Rosella would have loved this ship; she used to LOVE steam power. I miss her. A lot. Anyways, I'd best keep writing to keep my mind off my enslaved sister. 'Tis not worth tormenting my mind over a person I may never see in this life again. Saul and the other staff members have been quite nice to me, and I to them. They feel almost like the happy family I never had. Well, /almost/. They have their dementalities and flaws, but don't we all? That Balthassar guy from Malinor… I'm not quite sure what to think of him yet, however, journal. He doubts my medical skill. When he asked me what the difference between an atricle and a ventricle was, I had mistaken him for asking what their functions were, and told him what they were. "Humph. I'm getting my Medicare over in Malinor, if that's alright with you, Saul. This man OBVIOUSLY doesn't know his profession," he said in a smart-alec tone of voice. "A veign is to a ventricle as an artery is to an atricle." "You think I don't know that?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "No, doctor, I'd don't think you do, for you did not answer my question as requested," he replied, frowning. "You're right; I went the extra step," I calmly replied. "I told you what few human doctors could: the FUNCTIONS of the atricles and ventricles: arteries and veigns, if you prefer to refer to them as such." Before the argument could escalate, Saul stopped us. He then led me out of the cog of Akheron Island, and spoke to me in private. "You've done well these past few weeks, Doctor Scott," he replied, smiling. "I think it is time to give you a promotion to Chief of Medicine." "R-Really?" I asked, shocked. To me, this was a grand achievement. Even though I was the ONLY medical staff member at the company, I still figured I'd get a decent raise along with the position. I did, as well! I was able to afford to buy shoulder cuffs for my cloak. Shortly after my promotion, an easterner by the name of Xi Swain arrived on the island. I'm thrilled by his joining of our company, as eastern technology and customs could much benefit our company of engineers, especially in the arts of hydraulics and scribing. Even better, he seems to get along with Balthassaar as much as /I/ do. Still, there's something malicious about this guy. I'm going to be keeping an eye on him, journal. That being said, I love Akheron island, journal. These have been the best days of my life. ~Part I.5: The Pirates, The Witch(es), and The Engineers~ Day 200, Year 1 -------------------- Our voyage to The Promised Lands has been going on for several months now. It's been mostly uneventful, except for today, that is. Today, we caught sight of shore. We docked the Spirit of Akheron near there, and proceeded to go to land. However, as soon as we got there, DREADFUL Testificate witches attacked us. Saul and I discharged our crossbows at them, while Russell attacked them with his sword in a knight-like fashion. Finally, after killing the witches, we looked inside their home. We learned that they were Cultists, whom were performing Iblanic rituals. However, instead of leaving the place intact for further examination, Saul decided most intelligently (I say "Most Intelligently" in a sarcastic tone of voice, journal) to BLOW THE PLACE UP. So after seeing the place get blown to smithereens with the last of the Gunpowder-Beast explosives, we continued on our journey. Day 214, Year 1 --------------------- We stopped at a Testificate outpost for supplies today. Jonas purchased a pet chicken from the strange men, Saul purchased some (rather naughty) paintings and tapestries, and I purchased more seasickness pills for the staff's tendency to upchuck their previous meals at the dinner table while sailing. That type of stuff REALLY gets on my nerves; the last thing I need is for Hydrose to throw up on my chicken salad while Jonas cries about someone KILLING the chicken to MAKE the chicken salad in the first place! Oh wait, that already happened this morning... We eventually discovered a strange portal underground, which the villagers were apparently terrified of. When I spoke to them further, they muttered something about "Most Terrible Things" inside that portal. All-in-all, we decided it best not to check that portal out, and continued on our way. I hope Hydrose doesn't throw up in my chicken salad AGAIN this trip... Day 225, Year 1 --------------------- *This page is drenched in sea water.* Pirates. Attacking. Coming. Must arm fire machine. Can't write. Day 262, Year 1 --------------------- Sorry about that last page, journal. Anyways, here I am, writing in you, preparing to pedal my way towards The Promised Lands in the Spirit of Akheron's embarkment pedal boat. We were raided by pirates. We could have EASILY outrun them... Had the Steam drive not malfunctioned. We were sitting sucks to the heavily armed ship. They fired potions and arrows at us from over the side; had we not set up our fire machine, a weapon we were expirementing with for sea warfare, and used to to burn their ship to the ground, we most surely would have died. But AFTER we destroyed their vessel, the pirates swan towards our OWN! I drew my sabere, and managed to fend several off and knock them over the side as we sailed away with our, by this time, repaired Steam Drive. However, several knocked ME over the side in turn, along with one of our embarkment rafts. Now I sail towards Kalos... Alone. Luckily, shore is already in sight. My plan is to sail to the Human Capital and meet up with the rest of the company. That is, if I'm not attacked by anything else or (God forbid) am killed out here at sea... ~Part II: "The future looks bright. Very bright indeed..."~ Day 1, Year 2 ------------------- So. After finally getting shop set up here in Abresi, I find that my situation is, again, depressing. I suppose I should start from the beginning... After making my way to The Cloud Temple, I began to take the long road to Abresi, Captial City of the Holy Oren Empire. When I arrived, there was a massive struggle for populating the city. The nobles made a KILLING off giving loans to the new settlers to get them started. As I wandered through the streets, a familiar man with a green jacket and goggles waved me over: Saul! After I greeted Saul, he explained our grim situation. We had NONE of our original wealth, the Spirit of Akheron was greatly damaged, and we'd resorted to operating a TAVERN to keep from going broke! "Mein GOTT... And I thought KALOS was bad..." I muttered, scratching my head. "We're making a killing, though!" Saul replied. "We are the ONLY operating tavern in the city! Though the taxes are high, we are making almost 80% profits! Don't worry, Doctor Scott; we'll be back in the engineering business before you know it." "Good... Since I'm an experienced wanderer, I'll go to the wilds for vital resources. " Saul nodded, and I was on my way. Day 7, Year 2 ------------------ I've finally returned from my expidition journal. The materials I have gathered have now catapulted The Rusty Cog into 130% profitability. Saul's also been recruiting. Just today, an aspiring alchemist by the name of Gilrean Tisgareth joined our ranks. In addition to her studies of alchemy, she is also a GRAND engineer. She has invented a device called the "audiophonebox", which can play a single note when it's main button is pushed. She is, perhaps, one of the gifted and smartest women I've ever met. She also has taken an especially great intrest in me, and has the tendency to challenge me to races quite often... I don't know why, but I always accept and enjoy them, and almost always loose. Anyways, until Saul gets the Alchemy store up and running, it would appear that Gilrean and I are on expidition duty. Not that I don't like the assignment... It gives me an oprotunity to keep my navigation skills up to standard. I think Gilrean likes the job as well; she told me today while we traveled on the road to our second expedition that that was the main reason she left Malinor. Adventure and Knowledge. I could swear that Gilrean reminds me of ME sometimes... A much more energetic, less pessimistic me. Anyways, wish us luck, journal. Day 13, Year 2 -------------------- Gilrean and I have returned with many tons of wood. Saul was so excited, he almost blew a gasket. He then hurriedly dragged us to the new alchemy shop/clinic combo in Salvus. 'Tis peaceful in Slavus these days. At least, a lot less violent than Abresi. I've been named Overseer of the medical wing of the place due to my basic alchemical understanding and my skills as a doctor. Xi is the shop's manager, assigned with me to manage the place, and sells arcane artifacts and potions to the customers. He is a master salesman, and makes even my grandfather, a wise Alrasian Buisnessman, look like an amateur. Gilrean has also been assigned with me, much to my delight, out here at this facility. I rather enjoy her company as both a pupil in the art of adventure and a traveling companion. More staff is to come to our shop as the company grows, but that is in store for the future. And the future looks bright; very bright indeed... Day 267, Year 2 --------------------- The Estate at Von Hill has just been constructed. Between the last time I wrote and now, Saul has secured a mountain in Hanseti. We have been granted land from the Hochmeister, so that we might work freely on our contraptions. Finally, we are getting back to buisness as usual... However, there is one thing that worries me journal... The strange noises in Hi-Security. Though I've been given clearance to enter Hi-Security, many levels are still out of my reach. What in the NETHER is Balthazzar working on down there, I wonder... Oh well. I'll find out someday. For now, time to get onto my research on plague! I am approaching a scientific breakthrough on actually DISCOVERING the main cause of the Plague! I believe, journal, that the main cause of the plague is not a curse from God, but is caused by unsanitary conditions and fleas! Kill the fleas, stop the plague in it's tracks! I've yet to prove the theory, but I'm working on it. Day 42, Year 3 -------------------- I write this entry at Castle Greywynn, Hanseti. Today Balthazzar's research finally got out of hand. While Saul and I were taking a new medical staff member on a tour of the facility, we heard a strange noise. We shivered unnaturally. I, Jonas, and Saul quickly hurried to the Security Armory, where we donned VonSchlichtenCo Security Suits. We then descended the lift into Hi-Security, for that is where the noise had originated. When we arrived down there, we slowly cracked open the door to Balthazzar's project. And then we saw them... Some people around Anthos say "There's no Iblees". But there is... right there, on that day, I saw them. Not the Iblanic Undead, that is, but still evil... Some refer to them as "Endermen", although we have named them "The Darkness" or "The Dark Ones" as their species. Anyways, we bravely defended ourselves after they burst through the door, and then hurled ourselves towards the lift. However, these were not your usual brainless Men of Ender! They were INTELLIGENT. They followed us when the lift came back down! THEN they teleported RIGHT THROUGH the Hi-Security door! THEN THEY BLOCKED OFF ACCESS TO THE SURFACE OF THE BASE! No Man of the Ender has every shown such intelligence as to trap their enemies! The staff, now in a panic, began to barricade hydroponics. I pointed out this would do no good, as the beings would simply use their void-teleportaiton methods to bypass the wall. That was when an idea began to formulate within my mind. "Jonas, get me a bucket," I asked. Jonas did so. I went over to our Automatic Carrot Harvester and filled the bucket with water. I then rushed back into the open hallway, and tossed the water on the demons, readying my saber once more. The plan worked perfectly. The creatures began shriveling, screeching in terror. The group and I seized the opportunity to escape in the lift to the surface. We then managed to send a bird out to the Hochmeister and his soldiers. After the military arrived to help us, along with the Great Wizard Ambros, we finally managed to escape to the Teutonic Fortress. We've now fended off the beings entirely, and have perserved many blocks of a strange substance they've left behind. We know of it as "Final Element"; for it is unlike any other substance we have ever seen. We should be safe... for now. Goodnight, Journal. Mandru Scott, over and out. *The Journal ends here. You yearn to hear more. You ask the librarian about the fate of Mandru Scott; what happened to him after the journal ends. The woman smiles.* "Mandru Scott...? Now THERE'S a story and man to remember through the ages. You hear so much about Orenite nobility who were only HALF the man Dr. Scott was, yet few hear the Chronicles of Mandru..." *She goes to a nearby bookshelf, and withdrawls another book. This time, however, it is in the form of a 1st Person Epic, NOT a journal. It reads: Mandru Scott and The Darkness Wars: An Epic about the Proconsul of Gallmore.* "It picks off where the journal ended, dear... Just continue reading." ((I will start to draft out Mandru Scott and the Darkness Wars this Saturday. Don't worry; this project is still active. If I left anything major out, please feel free to post any suggestions on additions to this thread!))

"This... Is not good," Mandru Scott, the Last Proconsul of Gallmore not in a hospital bed or on drugs, mutters under his breath. "Messing with the 'God People' often ends badly for the ones MESSING with the 'God People'." "Oh well; if King Thorin wants to mess with beings with almost supernatural powers, by all means, let him do so. I just hope the 'God People' don't choose to sink the steamship running the route between Gallmore and VaerHaven as a repercussion..."

((This was, truly, some of the funest RP I've engaged in in a LONG time.))

*Doctor Mandru Scott throws down his newspaper in frustration. He checks his billfold; not even close to enough.* "We'll, I'm not taking out a loan..." He mutters. "DRAT YOU, NIENNA! Why do you charge such high prices? Even Government Officials and Skilled Surgeons can't afford THAT!" *Mandru now picks up a new magazine, "Monthly Medical", and reads the section on Spinal Surgery, trying to take his mind off the infinite source of power.*

Town square of the Island of Gallmore is crowded at this particular time of day; the citizens are muttering to each other, wondering why Proconsul Doctor Mandru Scott had requested their presence for his speech. A man with a neatly-trimmed beard, clad in a white cloak, shouldercuffs, and a single golden medal steps up to the podium. He clears his throat, and begins to speak: "Greetings, citizens of Gallmore. I am Doctor Mandru Scott. Most of you know me as one of your three Proconsuls here on our island, and the collector of the ballots from our recent elections. I come to you today to address an important issue of our island: Crime. "Though Gallmore is normally a peaceful community with low crime rates, there has been a sharp increase in Crime on Gallmore over the past elven week. After a robbery attempt on myself several elven days ago, and continuous thievery across the island, The Proconsuls of Gallmore have decided to take emergency action against this threat. Therefore, we enact a new, temporary edict across the island: The Scott Doctrine." The crowd mutters among themselves, wondering what this new edict will bring about. "In The Scott Doctrine, the Government of Gallmore declares emergency action against crime. The Marines shall be sent to help our sheriff keep the peace of the island and keep our citizens safe. We shall not allow these thugs to haunt our Republic any longer. Such crimes as thievery, murder, or assault on a government official shall now result in either high jail times, or Capital Punishment via The Redstone Chair." The crowd gasps at the Proconsul's threat; for the Redstone Chair is among the most painful execution methods in Anthos. "We shall allow criminals such as these to be shot on sight if caught in the act of performing one of the three crimes above. And if they survive that, then... off to the redstone chair for them. God save Gallmore, and Pax Gallmorium for us all." The crowd applauds Mandru as he finishes his speech; they go off to reflect on this new edict, and hope that crime rates shall lower because of this.