Artifacts Stolen
EM Sangria

Artifacts from a long dead human civilization have been stolen from an archaeologist dig site in Ilshenar! It is believed raiders stole these items and are selling them or replicas of them to further finance their raids on our cities!

OOC – Fel event Friday (5/11) at 7 pst! The first part of the event will be in guard zone, the second part outside guard zone. The town criers will announce the starting location at 7 pst on Friday.

We Didn’t Start the Fire
EM Godiva

Lady Charlotte Christianson watched helplessly from behind the castle walls as the world exploded around her. A seemingly infinite array of bright flashes peppered the evening sky and she did not know what was happening. She was frustrated and scared.

Charlotte had repeatedly tried to leave but the palace guards stopped her each time, informing her in annoyed tones that it was “for [her] own safety”. Eventually, they escorted her to a private room in the castle, and locked her inside. Again, they claimed it was “for [her] own safety”.

Charlotte began pacing back and forth, her fists balled up at her sides. She felt like a prisoner…again. She let out a scream, low and primal, as she kicked her runebook across the room. The runes scattered across the floor but she did not care. It was currently useless anyway. As soon as the chaos began, a powerful mage was called in to limit traveling magic both to and from the castle.

Her rage quickly subsided when she realized where she was. It was the room Nicholas Tarrant had brought her after she was rescued. That seemed like a lifetime ago. Suddenly exhausted, Charlotte flopped down on the bed and wept as she was assaulted by memories she wished would just remain buried.

Tortured
Abandoned
Kidnapped
Orphaned
Possessed
Comatose

Charlotte’s trip down memory lane was mercifully cut short when a large explosion from the North-East violently shook the walls of Castle British. She immediately leapt from the bed and began pounding her fists against the door, calling out for someone to unlock it. No one came. Charlotte stopped and listened, trying to make out anything from beyond the thick, wooden door.

“…bridge…Castle Blackthorn…incinerated”

Anskitas Artifacts Found
EM Sangria

“Jeff this site is fantastic! These artifacts are Anskitas! Their capital city was Montor which of course you already know. So little is known about them…” Callie trailed off as she studied a design on one of the pottery shards.

Jeff chuckled. If Callie was this excited over pottery shards, he couldn’t wait to see how she was going to react to his next find. “I have something else to show you Callie. This way,” he gestured.

He took Callie to a covered area with some boxes. He opened one. There packed in straw were several Minotaur skulls made from stone.

“Ohhhh these are magnificent Jeff!” she exclaimed. “Are they all the same?”

“Yes.” Jeff told her their theory as to why, “we are pretty sure they were made here. We know there was a volcanic eruption and since we haven’t found any human remains, we assume they had prior warning and evacuated. Most likely when the people evacuated they decided not to take the statues. They are rather heavy.”

“We can learn so much about the Anskitas from these! Thank you for bringing me out here! I can’t wait to hear what you learn from them,” said Callie.

Last night, patrons gathered at the Sea Witch Tavern to celebrate Cinco de Mayo, the eve when the native peoples of De’Lucia overcame the Empire of Khal Ankur and gained their independence. But what began as a night of celebration, became something more.

Weeks ago, Nicholas Tarrant defeated (or murdered) a Privateer associated with the Seaport of New Magincia. The man, who some referred to as “the Hook,” was a reclusive figure who was obsessed with the occult and various cursed artifacts he had found in his travels, including the ornate weapon he had mounted on the ruined stump of his right hand. Amongst his papers and notes, the Hunter discovered maps leading to some of these artifacts, buried throughout Southern Trammel.

Tarrant delivered these maps to a Delfan Peregryn of Dawn. The Archaeologist and Treasure Hunter owed Nicholas a favor, and it was time to collect. In exchange for finding the buried treasure, Delfan would be allowed to keep whatever treasure he found, so long as all notes and grimoires were delivered to Tarrant.

Delfan returned to Dawn a week later, and delivered what he found to Tarrant. Amongst the collection were several notes written in Enochian, the ancient script some associated with Angelic and Daemonic powers. Delfan also noted that all these treasures seemed to be buried around Trinsic, which was strange considering the danger a Pirate would be placing himself in to so much as visit the region.

Last night, Delfan and Tarrant were both at the Sea Witch Tavern, the Hunter sponsoring the bacchanalia, when Delfan revealed something else was amiss. Since investigating the treasure and artifacts, he had been pursued. His pursuers appeared to be associated with a Black Order, a group associated with Minax, and in his investigation he had discovered connections to Blackthorne as well.

Tarrant glanced amongst the listeners. Lance Marshal and Beldin of Kraggen-Cor had remained late into the evening. Rising, he revealed what he knew. It’s no surprise that Minax would be stirring. Exodus, the common thread between the Dark Enchantress and the Philosopher of Chaos, was stirring, and the Machines desire to become a God and the “Guardian of this world,” as recorded during the Third War, would put her in danger.

Blackthorne might be dead, but his followers were still active in the world. Trubo Saius (EM) had been part of an inner circle during the Third War, a secret order that had survived their master and hoped to toppled Britannia. Zephera the Dispossessed was still bounded in Castle Britannia, but the rest of the Order continues to survive, acting in secret to eliminate Britannia once and for all.

And then there was the matter of the Black Order. The Black Order, Tarrant revealed, was another name for the Black Hand, a secret organization of assassins and spies that had once served the Crown of the Kingdom of Dawn in Felucca. The semi-mythical organization was no more than an urban legend for some, but, as Tarrant revealed, the tale has a grain of truth. Dark amusement flashes across his features, as he glanced to Peregryn, and told him he would leave it at that.

Determined to continue his quest and see this investigation through, Delfan promised to continue searching for the Enochian runes in Trinsic. Meanwhile, questions are raised as to the nature of this Black Order, it’s connection to the Duchess of Dawn, and what the interest in Enochian was for the now deceased Pirate.

Castle Britannia Blocked and Inaccessable
WarderDragon

Delfan (Zapa) of the Kingdom of Dawn was the first to notice something was wrong.

The wayward archaeologist was wandering past the gates of Castle Britannia when he noticed flames pouring from the interior gate. He assumed rioters were responsible, but as he approached, he noticed something more. Castle Britannia has been walled off, conjured flames licking the granite walls.

Further investigation reveals that the Castle is inaccessable through magical means. Mages attempting to enter the Castle are prevented from doing so, as if some sort of barrier has been laid upon the centuries old fortress.

Undisclosed
EM Godiva

Event: Weekly Adventure.
Date: Thursday, May 03rd 2012.
Time: 8:00 PM PST / 11:00 PM EST.
Location: EM Hall.

Dilfred Dumphry Reporting from West Britain Bank
EM Sangria

Difred Dumphry reporting to you dead at West Brit Bank!

Normally I have my own stupidity to blame whenever I end up viewing the world in monochrome with cheerios spew from my mouth instead of words. Not this time though. Nope. This time it’s my wife’s fault.

You see, we’ve been looking for a new place to live. We were going to settle in New Magincia, but it made my wife homesick. Then the sea serpents showed up and ate the dog. I didn’t even know we had a dog! Apparently my wife had adopted a stray and ‘told’ me about it ‘quite some time ago’. Oh yeah, that did not go over well.

So then we tried Luna. Holy Virtues that place is expensive!! But my wife was in heaven! Shops everywhere! No raiders, no nobles, plenty of food and supplies. I was bored stiff. That is until my wife came home terrified. Chaos thingies were terrorizing the town. I stepped outside to check things out and promptly died.

My wife grabbed the cross bow and began shooting at the beastie while verbally shooting words at me, ‘idiot man! I TOLD you there were chaos things out there, but did you listen, nooooo! Did you listen when I told you about the pup? Noooo! What did you think that furry thing running around our house was anyway?? So now you’re dead and whose fault is that, hmmm? ’

‘OooOooOoooo!!!’ was my reply. Good huh? *sigh*

When the call for the Guard was put out, I got ‘the look’. The go or die look. *grumbles* With Captain Bob there was the possibility of avoiding death (I can hide. *grins*). With my wife, no such luck. So off I went to hear Captain Bob tell us how we were going to die this time.

It actually didn’t sound too bad. There was this barrel that spewed minions of chaos, which was currently at Brit. Apparently the barrel had been looted from Blackthorn’s Castle the night of the Brit riot and then fell into the gargoyles hands. Err claws. Err talons. Whatever. All we had to do was find out how to stop the barrel from spewing.

So off we went to Ver Lor Reg and talked to a gargoyle that had a great time laughing at us. The gargoyle told us that all we had to do was find the lid and put it on the barrel. He even told us where the lid was. You know… that should have been a real loud clue that we were going to die die die! But did any of us listen? Nooooo!

We found the lid, died a few times then headed for Brit where the barrel was spewing out Minions of Chaos as fast as it could. I was soooo dead. As were many others.

In the end the lid was put on the barrel and it stopped spewing and we stopped dying so we win. Go us. *sigh*

Now what to do with this death robe collection? They would make a nice soft bed for a pup. *grins*

This is Dilfred Dumphry wishing everyone safe travels.

Daemons of Chaos Driven from the Mainland
WarderDragon

The beasts of Chaos – along with numerous other daemonic minions and djinni summoned from the Void – were driven back into their cages moments ago.

The abominations were loosed upon Britain and the former crown cities as punishment against man for our perceived slight against Ver Lor Reg. It’s unclear what – if anything – the Captain of the Royal Guard plans to do in retaliation against the winged ones.

The Machine of Discord: Dude Looks Like a Lady
Bryelle Vaughn and WarderDragon

Citizens gathered late this last Saturday at the behest of a Sir Aiden, one of the last of the now desiccated Royal Britannian Guard, in a bid to discover the origin of the recent assault upon Castle Blackthorne. Commissioning the militia, the group was led on something of a wild goose chase through the streets of Britain, in search of names such as “Robyn Banks” and “Dusty NoMoar,” before clues led to the Monks Fountain in Northern Mireg.

There the militia discovered a man in poor, obvious disguise living amongst the priests and ascetics living there. He was questioned, but refused to cooperate, suggesting that revealing details about himself would be bad for business. Instead, he made a few off-handed comments, including the fact that the kegs were easy to snatch out of Ver Lor Reg, but almost impossible to smuggle into Britain, and that he had been hired for the job, the client having met him face to face. He led the Britannians north, where a hideout was discovered, containing various costumes and tools, the sort associated with thespians and transvestites. There a man showed, who identified himself as “Nico,” the so called brawn of the operation. He morphed into a Moloch, the four armed daemon who devours children and the innocent, before being brought to heel.

The militia returned to Aiden to report their findings, who said no more than he would need to report this to “the Captain,” before departing.

Discovered in the Pit of Despise
WarderDragon