The Machine of Discord: Plains of Slaughter
WarderDragon

Three nights have passed since the Warmasters of Logos poured down from their mountain holds and into the Vale of Termir Ilshen.

The Juka have long held anonymity towards the feral, effeminate Meer, believing these scions of nature to be corrupt and foul, blasphemers and the antithesis of Order. But that conflict died when Dawn buried her sword into the chest of Blackthorne, and scoured the armies of the Dark Machine to the four winds. But now the Meer report raids across their holdings, and the deafening telepathic cries of their Sleepers before their presence was replaced with grim silence.

Has the Machine of Discord risen again?

The Britannians entrenched themselves in the foothills at the southern edge of Mireg, called Lakeshire in the common tongue. A fog seemed to roll over our midst, blinding us.* But we watched, and waited.

And then they were upon us, seeming to come out of no where, welling out from the copse of trees at the base of the mount. Corpses piled atop one another and screams were cried, as the three armies fought, bled and died.

There is no word on what prompted this raid. What the Warmasters wanted. But rumors are spreading, that the Gargoyles of Ver Lor Reg, long our allies, are harboring several Juka in their midst.

* IC Explanation for how the Juka spawned amongst us.

Online copies of the Fiction and Lore dropped during the event can be found here.

The Rumblings of War – Volunteers
EM Godiva

A list of those who participated in [EM Event] The Rumblings of War.

Aba
Aimil
Airhaun
Aloser
Alouenikah
Anan
Anderson
Angelique
Angel’s Cry
Baja
Baja Jr.
BCW
Beldin Brightaxe
Blackjack
Blend
Blister
Carthena
Chimera
Cocoa
Crest Ironforge
Dagoss
Dray
Emordnilap
Fern Goodfellow
Fig the Ancient
Firefox
Freshly Snipes
Greater Heal
Gulet the Slayer
Hahazeru
Halycon
James
Jinx
Lance Marshal
Leileo
Lio Leia
Liruru
Malthonion
Marcus Aurelius
Meanie Monster
Merciless Fierce
Nails Warstein
Obiron
Palindrome
Paytience Fawn
Psycho
Ragdoll
Sally
Saphira
Sarah Dawne
Schala
Shumer
Skadi
Snoogle
Sorrel
Tac
Tenoctris
Underpants Gnome
Valek Typhoon
Volumptuous
Yes
Young
Yumi
Zull

This Weeks Quote:  Like Taking Candy From A Baby!

(This is done in good fun and I hope you enjoy seeing your best side up.)

♥

The Machine of Discord: Forgemaster
WarderDragon

The hunt was on.

We continued our search in the woods south of Castle Britannia, slugging through the mud as winters chill rain beat down on our mantles. Again reliant on the auguries and interpretations of the witch, we managed to track the man in white to the shores of the Eastern Sea.

He stood there, barefoot in the biting rain, arrayed in his tattered and threadbare robes. But in spite of his humble appearance, something had changed about him. Our presence no longer troubled him as it did before. There was malevolence in his eyes, as he raised his hands to us, and offered to lead us into another trap.

“Bring it, Old Man.”

The wails of the dead numbered legion, the screams and moans of our wounded, as we descended the catacombs deep into the bowels of the earth. We overcame his augmented soldiers, men whose muscles bulged greater than was natural, and who felt no pain. We overcame the choking flames and the traps he had laid. And now, deep in the pit, in a hellish forge that might as well have been born from the mind of the Poet, we would our mark and his captor.

Ren, apparently resistant to the serums mind altering properties, had been bound to his forge, and made to create weapons and armor for his captors hellish armies, like some maimed Vulcan. Seeing our number enter, the man whom we dubbed “Ebon” mocked us, and in the trite monologues most villains are known for, began to rail on about our imminent doom. The Forgemaster’s job was done.

With a chilling smirk, the Man in White, whom we had not noticed before, approached Ren, needle in hand. No one lifted a finger to stop what was about to transpire.

Ren screamed. His flesh bubbled and burst. His eyes surged forth from their sockets. The muscled in his arms swelled beyond their measure, and grew thick and corded as oak. Snatching up a pair of warhammers, made to be wielded in two hands, he smashed his chains, and lunged at us. He was no longer the quiet, humble man he had been, but a thunderous god, some abomination of science and demonology. Many fell to his hammers, while others were swallowed up as the cavernous forge began to collapse inward on us. The crucible fell, flames leapt up and gutted the beams holding the roof up. Death was everywhere.

And out slipped Ebon and the Man in White.

The Rumblings of War
EM Godiva

Meer Intelligence Officers have received reports that a rogue group of Juka will be raiding Lakeshire. The Meer are asking for volunteers to camp out between the Sacrifice Moongate in Ilshenar and Lakeshire to help defend against the impending attack.

Event: The Rumblings of War.
Date: Saturday, March 24th 2012
Time: 7:00 PM PST / 10:00 PM EST.
Location: Sacrifice Moongate in Ilshenar.

Important Note: Negative karma players should remain on the outskirts of town because the Meer in Lakeshire will attack them.

The Handfasting Ceremony of Lynne Zellinous and Valek Typhoon
EM Godiva

You are cordially invited to witness the spiritual binding of Lynne Zellinous and Valek Typhoon.

Event: Handfasting Ceremony.
Date: Wednesday, March 21st 2012.
Time: 6:00 PM PST / 9:00 PM EST.
Location: The New Magincian Gazebo.

Reception at the Sea Witch to follow.

Dark and curious, he gazed at as from the center of the stage. Listening quietly he explained he was a guide from Ilshenar. Having been hired by a treasure hunter named Callie, they were exploring. That’s when it went terribly wrong.

They had an agreement that they would meet back at Britain Moongate in case of Emergency. Two scrolls, a simultaneous cast, or so he thought. That wasn’t what happened. Two weeks… that’s how long had passed between his seeing her and his request for help. A request for which we all agreed to answer. A woman, fitting her description was seen at the Deuce’s Vinculum Inn just north of the Honor Moongate. Description etched in our minds of the Blonde haired huntress, we set out.

One fortune teller named Phoebe, several patrons and a few bottles of booze to loosen tongues and we had our answers. We stumbled across some information at the beloved memorial of Gwenno and were informed that Callie was on her way to Karnaugh Pass. Had she made it?

As it happens, Callie had never made it as far as the pass. We found her surrounded by Cyclopean Guards a sickly shade of green and brown circling her frail form as it was tethered within the Cyclopean camp. What had turned them this color? Was it a poison? A fungus? We didn’t have time to answer. One by one they fell at our hands until all that was left was their leader. He looked as though he had crawled out of the abyss itself and though it wasn’t a quick fight, we managed to dispatch him. Gently, we untied Callie and delivered her back to her guide. Notes strewn the floor of the Cyclopean Camp. And Questions, strewn just as equivocally across our thoughts.

*Associated Fiction an be found here*

Town Hall Meeting
EM Godiva

Event: Town Hall Meeting.
Date: Thursday, March 22nd 2012.
Time: 6:00 PM PST / 9:00 EST.
Location: EM Hall.

Callie’s Notes
EM Godiva

Event: Callie’s Notes.
Date: Saturday, March 17th 2012.
Time: 7:00 PM PST / 10:00 EST.
Location: EM (Lecture) Hall.

Fiction pertaining to this event can be found here.

Weekly Event Reminder
EM Godiva

Event: Healer Class.
Date: Thursday, March 15th 2012.
Time: 8:00 PM PST / 11:00 EST.
Location: EM (Lecture) Hall.