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The Theran Mystique - Volume 2, Issue 4
GOSSIP FROM THE DRUNKEN SCRIBE. (Part one)
We bring you the latest gossip from the Drunken Scribe patrons.

CLESA DOLLS by Kailya
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As usual I stood with Torkalen exchanging insults, when a young traveler needed some help. Torkalen then asked if I wanted to take a walk with him to the Temple of Balance. Because we all know I like to make his life miserable, I said yes. We stood there speaking with the young one when Clesa came to chat as well. I was telling her how much Torkalen missed her and how he loved his life sized doll of her. She was in utter shock to see the doll! Suddenly with a large flash appeared Eldorian. He started drooling over himself at the sight of this wondrous doll of Clesa. Within seconds he had created a doll of his own. He huffed and puffed and blew the doll up!... Clesa was not sure of what to think when he started to get a little too excited about his new toy. At that time I felt a need to go for a stroll and see what was going on in town...Eldorian groping a life sized doll of Clesa and drooling was bad enough. But to see him and Torkalen playing with dolls was more than my eyes could take for one day. I heard Eldorian grew tired of holding his new doll and decided to have it float by his side.

DREGNAR EVITED FROM JUSTICE? by Ranqisk
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It has come to my attention, that the mortal leader of the Justice cabal may be removed from their halls! I jest you not, for as I travel Seringale the last eve, I overheard a conversation that was at hand and it seems, he has been a very naughty peacekeeper. I overheard two young Justices speaking of Dregnar and his corruption, and it seems that not only has be gained wonderful wares from false flags, it seems he has also become quite rich from these events as well. The two Justices I speak of shall remain nameless for I do not wish their lives taking because of my quill. Howver, it seems that the Gods have had enough of this foolishness. They say that if he does not do his lawful duty that not only will he be stripped of his titles, and skills but will also have a permanent flag placed upon himself. Now, mind you I do not know if these words ring of the truth, but I personally have seen Dregnar in action of these types of things and honestly do not doubt these words. So be wary friends for we all know the Gods are an unmatchable force to be reckoned with, and foolishness such as what I speak of will not be tolerated.

DEFEATED BY A KITTEN!! by Ellora
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As you may have heard (or witnessed), today I was bested in a staring contest by none other than a KITTEN.

Yes, you heard it right: one particular Kitten of feisty demeanor and ambitious goals not only formed its own Feline Herald Army, inducting Taleroth, Torkalen, Judarex, a chicken, Purringer, and myself, but also ruled over its subjects with a fearless paw.

To my attempts at escaping its totalitarian ways, it responded with a challenge first at a physical duel (which was quickly changed when I sat on it), followed by an intrepid call to a contest of concentration and focus. This, I thought would be an easy task, as all Healers must train years in concentrating in order to perform their clerical duties. But I had not accounted for the incessant attempts by Torkalen and my most devious opponent to divert me from my task.

First off, the contest seemed to be going as planned. The kitten, and Purringer, attempted several swipes in my direction which I was able to fend off without trouble. Torkalen too (conniving wretch) tried his hand at attracting my attention, but all failed until the dishonorable Kitten turned me into none other than Torkalen's favorite goat!

To my horror, Torkalen started sidling up to me in the most alarming manner, and I was forced to run around the room as his attempts at "getting the goat" (as it were) increased in frequency. At the very last moment I attempted to summon myself a fuzzy bunny for defense...but alas! in doing so I closed my eyes and lost the battle....

I fear there's no chance Torkalen will ever stop laughing at me. Or anyone else present, for that matter.

Ah well, it was worth a try.

(Continued in gossip2)


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