Street Cred
EM Godiva

Lady Charlotte Christianson watched the pair, unsure of whether she felt more disgust or curiosity. They were Magincians. Charlotte wrinkled her nose as they made their way over to her table. Apparently they knew Fern. As they exchanges words, Charlotte wondered why Fern would associate with such people. They certainly were not “just below” her station, as Grandmother Aurora had advised. Charlotte made small talk with the female Magincian, clutching her purse to her side.

So this is Lynne and her pirate lover, Dante.
Does he have a real peg-leg?
Oh. Not her pirate lover.
How many lovers does she have?
Lynne wants me to come visit her ghetto.
How awkward.
Although, she must have sensed my fortitude or she would not have asked.

Charlotte mulled it over, informing both Fern and Lynne that it would be like going to a zoo. She agreed to consider the invitation but only after she had obtained her bodyguards.

Charlotte felt all grown up, having survived a visit with real Magincians.

Town Guard Brackus

Hail fellow Baja players.

 

As some are aware from this recent post (RP – Schedules to keep and duties to attend to) the Town Guards in Britain have recently relocated their Supply Depot from a small building inside Castle British to a brand-new building located just Northeast of Britain’s moongate, along the road towards Britain.

First and foremost… I would like to publicly thank Amber Witch for her countless hours with the building décor. (We are very lucky to have great decorators on Baja like her and Wildstar). Without Amber’s help, the building would probably not even exist.

Second… We thought it would be neat to add some pieces and snippets of shard history to the Supply Depot. We engraved countless storage crates/kegs on the rooftop which reflect past storylines and role playing experiences the Town Guards have found themselves involved in. You might even find one of your player’s names engraved on the crates.

Here are a few examples:

We’d love to hear which engravings you liked reading (some are meant to be humorous, some are storyline related), so please reply to this thread and tell us which ones you enjoyed.!!

** some of the crates have not yet arrived… and we currently suspect one of the scheduled shipments was STOLEN – keep your eyes peeled for an upcoming player-event regarding this **

Regards,
Brackus

Lost in the Noise
EM Seppo

High winds were blowing outside as a storm battered against the mighty battlements of Castle Britannia. Captain Jenkins, erstwhile commander of the Royal Expeditionary forces, more recently a member of the Royal High Council of Britannia, sat staring at the pile of reports on his desk. Each one was an intelligence report representing a potential opportunity to avert a great disaster or spoil schemes against the kingdom. But, as he tried to measure the stack with his eyes, he was afraid that the signal was getting lost in the noise. It was not always easy to determine which ones warranted a closer look.

Should he direct precious resources to further investigate the reports from the gypsies about increasing tensions between the Meer and Juka?

What about the strife between the warriors of the New World Order and miners from Ore of Vesper over unpaid dues that was threatening to spill across other guilds?

There was also a note from the thiefmaster regarding a new and ruthless gang of troublemakers that have been seen around Britain. Could they be related to the mercenaries who attacked Minoc few weeks ago?

Then, there were also more obvious hurdles which needed attention, but that did not make them any easier to deal with. His eyes briefly resting on the heavy stack of reports emerging from New Magincia.

Shaking his head, he wondered how Queen Dawn or Lord British ever dealt with so much responsibility on their own. At that moment, he was never so glad about the existence of the High Council, even though strife was beginning to surface within it.

The King is Dead-ish
EM Godiva

Lady Charlotte Christianson immediately regretted not taking any “medicine” when she saw the cross-eyed buffoon had wandered over to her table. Tias excitedly asked if she had received his note. Through clenched teeth, Charlotte demanded an explanation.

After a long and excruciatingly painful exchange, Charlotte realized that someone masquerading as Lord British had tricked Tias into waking her up every morning. Tias described “Lord British” as being very pale and having dark armor…except for a shirt, which he never wore. Charlotte’s eyes narrowed. She began the difficult task of trying to explain why he could not possibly be Lord British.

Charlotte soon became furious because, regardless of anything she said, Tias was convinced that the shirtless one was, in fact, Lord British.

Finally she snapped, yelling “LORD BRITISH IS DEAD!”

Tias shrugged before walking away.

Giving Thanks
EM Godiva

Lady Charlotte Christianson, despite how uncomfortable she felt, smiled politely to all the guests as she made her way through the crowd. When she arrived at her table she was relieved to see that she was seated next to Fern Goodfellow.

Much like Charlotte, she was rich, spoiled, and pretty. Though unlike Charlotte, who usually felt awkward and out of place, Fern seemed perpetually comfortable (except for the frequent adjustments to her apparently unruly bosom). Charlotte often had trouble understanding Fern and she was usually mortified when she did. Regardless, Fern had become a mentor…of sorts. Personally, Charlotte was opinionated and steadfast in her beliefs. Socially, she took her cues from Fern.

Fern was currently applauding “Char Char” and herself for doing such a fine job on the feast. Charlotte joined in, clapping politely for the duo, yet painfully aware of the fact that no one else was participating in their self-congratulations. Fern was either oblivious or she simply did not care.

EM Meet & Greet
EM Seppo

EM Meet & Greet will be held in the EM office in West Britain this coming Saturday at 3:00 PM PST / 6:00 PM EST.

Rude Awakenings
EM Godiva 

Lady Charlotte Christianson awoke, startled and then furious, hearing the cross-eyed imbecile screaming outside her bedroom window again. It was the fifth morning in a row that Tias had woken her up.

“British send him regard to Charlotte!” he bellowed.

Charlotte cursed under her breath and jumped up, looking around for something to throw at him. She decided on a marble paperweight and hurled it out the window. By then, Tias had already wandered off. She continued cursing under her breath as she threw a robe on and stomped downstairs.

As Charlotte headed back upstairs, after retrieving her marble paperweight, she saw a note on her desk.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Fore Sharlot
TiAS stan unnur bedrum winow eesch murneen un yell, “British sennd him reegaard to Sharlot.” Hope roy-al wuman heer TiAS yell! TiAS doo az told!!

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Charlotte clenched her jaw and stomped back upstairs.

If you have one or more of the following skills and wish to participate, please sign up for the “Magical Tournament”.

You must sign-up in order to participate in the tournament.
This tournament is a “skill only” event. Armor, weapons, and bandages will be provided for each participant.

Backpacks of the participants will be checked. Please only have a single runebook in your pack, which you will be asked to move.

No pre-tournament forms or buffs are allowed.

No pets or summoned beings will be allowed.

Important Note: These rules are tentative and may change during the week.

If the winner does not fulfill his or her guard duties after the tournament, he or she forfeits their position as “Lady Christianson’s Personal Guard” and the next person in line will be promoted.

This tournament is a “skill only” event. Armor, reagents, and bandages will be provided for each participant.

Backpacks of the participants will be checked. Please only have a single runebook in your pack, which you will be asked to move.

No pre-tournament forms or buffs are allowed.

No pets or summoned beings will be allowed.

Please refrain from unsanctioned PvP during this tournament.

Important Note: These rules are tentative and may change during the week.

If the winner does not fulfill his or her guard duties after the tournament, he or she forfeits their position as “Lady Christianson’s Personal Guard” and the next person in line will be promoted.