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The current president of the Northern Geographical Society reads through the final words of his predecessor and, when done, files them safely in the NGS Archives, so that the story the humble man's life will be preserved as long as the society he serves continues to exist.

CLEMENT AND EVARISTUS HAVE SPOKEN THROUGH CAIUS

ban characters from having any perspective that predates 2010

I did order minis of my characters, and I also had them printed at 2x size. Sorry for the bad photo quality. I had a hard time painting these because the primer I used on them turned out to be NOT primer

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Has it ever been known that messenger for a Bard Battle would be met with physical violence? Regarding the clown I can understand but when the same policy is applied to two clerics, two personal friends of mine, that's a bridge too far. And then Inny Yuln'aher went a bridge further than that. Have I not been requesting this entire time for her to send someone to negotiate the terms of the Bard Battle? Well, she did indeed send a messenger, but not to negotiate the terms of the Bard Battle but to dictate terms to the non-negotiation. This messenger bore only the information that I had annoyed Inny Yunln'aher, of which I was already well aware, the information that she wanted to continue to delay negotiations indefinitely, which I had already assumed, and the demand that I no longer bother her about it in the meantime, which I will disregard, and some red paint, the likes of which was applied to the messenger before it could be applied to me. If her messenger had been able to douse me I would not have even complained. The inability to roll with punches and harsh responses to ribbing are unbardsmenlike, as are backing down from a challenge once accepted. I am deeply displeased at how she has treated my friends and associates during this most recent debacle and I hope that she can continue the ordeal with a more correct attitude, and that next time she tries to catch me off guard she will try a little harder. James Vursur

Username: Wholesome_Thomas Persona Name: Friend Persona Age: 261 Place of Residence / Street Address: Chambery Underdark

CARRION BLACK By James Vursur Dedicated to Yuliya Styrne [ Instrumental Version ] LYRICS: Sigmund saw the end of time before his very eyes He asked: 'can I get something that's more practically applied?' So Aenguls gave another scroll the pontiffs keep concealed On which the recipe for Carrion Black was revealed When I was a much younger lad, a novice to the world I walked into a tavern and I met a pretty girl Her eye sparkled like emeralds and her lips were ruby red She offered me a glass to drink and this is what she said: The first sip is the vilest bit of swill you've ever had. The second's guaranteed to be at least three times as bad It only gets worse going forth until your glass is drained Then you'll never want another drink 'sides Carri'n Black again. If rumor's true, the Black is brewed in secret monasteries Where saints labor in silence to produce the stuff for free For every mina that they make goes to the holy see But what's for sure is every glass elicits prayer from me There was an army general who was rigid and severe So when he didn't come to work the folk were fraught with fear It turned out that the tavern boy had got his order wrong They found him crowned in halfling town a-bellowing this song: The first sip is the vilest bit of swill you've ever had. The second's guaranteed to be at least three times as bad It only gets worse going forth until your glass is drained Then you'll never want another drink 'sides Carri'n Black again. I've wandered 'cross the world to find the finest drink to choose From Haleu'nor to Urguan I've sampled every brew The Elven wines are well and fine, and Grog is always fun But I'll go back to good ol' Black when all is said and done When I was a much richer man, I drank away my nights A friend observed my folly and at once took me aside. He asked 'How could you drink away the fortune that you'd gained?' I sat him on a barstool and I patiently explained: The first sip is the vilest bit of swill you've ever had. The second's guaranteed to be at least three times as bad It only gets worse going forth until your glass is drained Then you'll never want another drink 'sides Carri'n Black again. (Repeat until patrons lose consciousness)