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The second message has been rewritten and posted again. ((I don't consider roleplay "spamming", if you have problems with me trying to incite some roleplay on the sideline of your festivity you can gladly Pm me and I'll tell you what I had in mind with this post. It was not to piss you off...

I am outraged by the implications that showered over my head as the only thing I did was point out the highly indecent material and themes Spearshaker has tended to in his "works". If you are so interrested in why I know about Spearshaker, the reason is this: I watched his trial and public...

Wasn't Billy Spearshaker a man who performed in the brothels of Gynk? How can an honest upright free woman perform a play of a low-life filthy man such as Spearshaker? This is an outrage against any decency still left on this island. Will you yourself shake Rolands spear in the play, Olive? ~unsigne...

Pellandria wrote:Das arkane Wissen kann man sich nicht erkaufen, man muss beweisen das man wert ist jenes zu behalten.

~Pellandria~

Ein Schalk hat den vorigen Anschlag mit roter Tinte "korrigiert"

Someone slept her way up in the "high council" then,
how can one be a teacher without full understanding of magic herself?

So the saying is true:

Once a demon, always a demon.

Pellandria is a threat to all of Gobaith.

-unsigned-

... board accounts...

Das war so klar

You should care more for the right punctuation, Aristeaus.

Sworn, the word is sworn, oh highly illiterate knight.

T.S.

Remember to always weight your options against each other, and never dare to hesitate to seize opportunity... Wisdom echoed in his mind. Despite of the anger he felt seeing him in her room he took a deep breath and looked at her sincerely. Rhi... I want to apologize. There was no way you could've h...

Gordwayn opened the door halfway and spotted her. Rhi I wanted to tell you I'm... Suddenly he was aware, they were four people in the room. I.. never mind I don't want to disturb you... sorry. Puzzled and somewhat like he is guided by someone else he turns around, closing the door again. Lance.. th...

Gordwayn strolls around town, his look constantly on the ground infront of him. All his features show that he's distracted and probably thinking about something, not caring much for his surroundings at all. Silently in his mind, two matters are argueing against each other. She didn't know any bette...

Tja da fällt mein char wohl durch den Rost, danke.

Trotzdem wüsst ich gern genau, woraufs beim Färben ankommt, sodass ich seine Schwächen ausgleichen kann (wenn möglich).

Ich habe schon mit Nitram darüber gesprochen, doch er konnte mir keine Antwort darauf geben: Mein Character Gordwayn, (schlechte physische Attribute) kann keinen grünen Stoff färben, da dieser in seinem Färbermenü nicht aufscheint. Gleichzeitig kann er allerdings nur grüne Farbe herstellen (ich weiß...

Sitting in the library, Gordwayn tries to write another letter back home. Stacks of rumpled paper all around him proove his little sucess so far, he tries once more: "Dearest parents, Everything is well, for my part that is. I'm keeping up with the studies and am anxious about the first exams....

Sitting on the grass outside of town, near the field, Gordwayn scribbles at the next letter, it reads: Dearest parents, They took me! I'm so glad, it realy worked out well and they do not even charge a studying fee. Besides of that, I work for my own expenses myself, I sheer wool and weave cloth ou...

Sitting quietly in the library, Gordwayn reflects on todays happenings. He puts the book away he was about to read, places ink, quill and a piece of paper on the table infront of him and sighs. Slowly, to encourage himself he nods, then he grabs the quill and starts to write: Dearest parents, I hav...

Dear Archmages,
Rumors spread about a magic academy being established on this island and I'm very pleased to see these rumors turn out true.
With my dearest pleads and most humble I ask for admittance to your institution.

Gordwayn

"Be quiet for once!" Bam! Another hard blow against the halflings head, it still didn't keep him from screaming fearfully and loudly. If he would keep this up, soon the whole forrest would be full of people looking for him. "I'm growing tired of this!" The hooded figure drew a da...

Hand pressed heavily on his aching side, Perceval limps away from the river, the laughter, the pain, the shame and embarrasment still swaying in his mind. "A pack of orcs.. that's all it needs to take you down? Fool." He cursed at himself in thoughts. His once flawless clothing ruined, hi...

I could still bite my backside for having to log at that moment. Could anyone PM me the happenings after my "disappearance"? Or perhaps all the people present could agree on what has happened "with Perceval still being there" for otherwise it'd be a big.. hmm gap in roleplay I ha...

Upon all message boards of the island a carefully written piece of pergament is pinned. It reads the following: !!Attention!! Citizens of Troll's Bane, friends of the town, inhabitants of the Island. May today human, elves, dwarfs, halflings, lizards and orcs stand together as one and join myself. ...

The letters of this message are written nicely curved, the handwriting itself is remarkably clear I can't see how your sword will protect you from a dagger stabbed at you from behind when you least expect it but go on bragging about your fighting skills anyway. I'd rather be more cautious after rec...

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Regarding incidents happening today in-game. Character A murders Character B. He is seen near the rose cloaked and hooded. To escape to safety he jumps into the river and swims away. Several real life hours later, Character C takes a dive in the very same river and walks towards Sam to buy some dry ...

Sitting in his room at the inn, Perceval wrote a letter. Smoking his pipe rapidly clouding his room totally he lets his quill scratch furiously over the paper: Dear father! Your fears were right, and I apologize for not taking your advice. A. was, in the end, not the man that I should have layed my...

Sitting in the cushioned chair at the fireplace in the tavern, Perceval reflected on todays happenings. Quietly he smoked his pipe and leaned back in the comfortable chair, obviously tired yet somehow restless. They've been given away. Words spread about them already. He could've been imprisioned b...

At the northern shore of lake Adron, an orc, some would recognize as Urkun, lies motionless on the ground. His bag lies next to him, empty and several footprints around him in the mud heading straight north until the grass gets drier and they are not recognizeable anymore. His head lies in a small ...

The halfling stops and wonders about the eerie screams. Suddenly he senses a presence behind him, he turns around quick enough to receive a severe blow straight into his face, causing him to fall over backwards. A hooded figure bends over him and whispers coldly: "You miserable excuse for life...