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14-03-07, 04:18 PM

How often does it happen that the human mind adapts to its surroundings? That it forgets about what is missing in its daily toil, thus keeping the spirit raised and unhappiness at bay. Yet often it needs no more than one little hint to trigger long lost thoughts and desires. Such is the fate of settlers that lack more than they care to remember and still wake in the mornings with a song on their lips. And still it takes no more than a flash of colour among the trees to make them rediscover the pain of their solitude and their desire for new faces, new tales from distant places, new memories to add to their own.

Great was the joy at all the meetings that took place on this day. The guards upon the towers of the citadel hailed not only one, but two parties of friends today. Weary from the road and the skirmishes with orcs and beasts hidden among the trees, the soldiers of Karnaugh were the first to march across the arching bridges into the yard. Near dawn, chatting and singing like they know no danger, the gypsies from the desert arrived, just in time for the great feast held to celebrate the occasion. And not only to the north do the gypsies travel. In the south one of their caravans reached Lakeshire, heading for Mistas. For the night they set up camp to the north of the town and villagers and gypsies alike gathered round the great fires to share their food, wine and tales; scaring children with talk of great spiders in the woods to the east. Late at night another stranger joined the meeting, hailing from the Temple of Knowledge, emissary for the town of Lakeshire.

In Mistas, the mood of the people was dampened when the city council declared that the food rations would be halved for the time being. Yet at night here, too, the people gathered, listening to the stories of the Shattering as they were told by the emissary from the temple, with many a tear shed at the sad memories. For this, too, is a desire of man, that he can not only share his joy, but share his grief as well. And so laughter and voices rise up the stars as the night turns old and a new day breaks.

Tonight the meetingplace for those that wish to discuss the game is the Guarding Spirit tavern in Umbra, 8pm GMT. Tomorrow Spiritwood, friday Trinsic Rose.

New player. Click me for details.

14-03-07, 04:18 PM	#4 (permalink)
Ariss Guest Posts: n/a	Day 3 - The Beginning How often does it happen that the human mind adapts to its surroundings? That it forgets about what is missing in its daily toil, thus keeping the spirit raised and unhappiness at bay. Yet often it needs no more than one little hint to trigger long lost thoughts and desires. Such is the fate of settlers that lack more than they care to remember and still wake in the mornings with a song on their lips. And still it takes no more than a flash of colour among the trees to make them rediscover the pain of their solitude and their desire for new faces, new tales from distant places, new memories to add to their own. Great was the joy at all the meetings that took place on this day. The guards upon the towers of the citadel hailed not only one, but two parties of friends today. Weary from the road and the skirmishes with orcs and beasts hidden among the trees, the soldiers of *Karnaugh* were the first to march across the arching bridges into the yard. Near dawn, chatting and singing like they know no danger, the *gypsies* from the desert arrived, just in time for the great feast held to celebrate the occasion. And not only to the north do the gypsies travel. In the south one of their caravans reached Lakeshire, heading for Mistas. For the night they set up camp to the north of the town and villagers and gypsies alike gathered round the great fires to share their food, wine and tales; scaring children with talk of great spiders in the woods to the east. Late at night another stranger joined the meeting, hailing from the Temple of Knowledge, emissary for the town of Lakeshire. In *Mistas, the mood of the people was dampened when the city council declared that the food rations would be halved for the time being. Yet at night here, too, the people gathered, listening to the stories of the Shattering as they were told by the emissary from the temple, with many a tear shed at the sad memories. For this, too, is a desire of man, that he can not only share his joy, but share his grief as well. And so laughter and voices rise up the stars as the night turns old and a new day breaks. Tonight the meetingplace for those that wish to discuss the game is the Guarding Spirit tavern in Umbra, 8pm GMT. Tomorrow Spiritwood, friday Trinsic Rose.* New player. Click me for details. Last edited by Ariss; 14-03-07 at 04:19 PM.