Sunday, April 30
Sometime ye cant win fer losin,
Here I is a done 'shoppin' fer them trammel moonstones, one lizard man at er time. An I gets a pigeon that jess about knocks me off me saddle from Tristam. Seems theres a trouble brewin an they needs a surly old coot to throw insults.
The message tells me that dear friends, Ryak n' Xterra of Sandlewood err under attack, an to gets me arse there yesterday. So I goes.
Well let me tells ya, I get there to see the bigges population o' orcs you'n efffer seen. Theres a hunderd there iff'n theres one. An me an my lucks pops in about the centre of the nastiest lookn' orc mages ye'en effer seen an I seems to be the main course fer dinner tonight. Mister Ryaks Yellin at me to sen's for 'elp. but I sees I got 2 choices: Ask them there mages to please take err ticket an wait tills Im done writin, err run likes Minax 'erselfs on me tail an hopes I keeps breathin..
So's I ran. I loss two of em in the woods, an managed to put me katana right in the throat of the fastess one , saving me the 'assle o' bein a magical human torch. Affer this I 'eads back to tries some damage repair as I sees some poor folks that 'aff fallen.
When I gets back to the mess that was once a beautiful garden outsides sandlewoods, I does me 'ead count. We gots lots of 'elp now. I see deadly warriors from DoC, +A+, some undeclared gents such as Baralis an even some of me own brethren from TUR. Seems likes there doin a greats job on cleanup, so I takes the ever stupid moment o' jess sittin an watchin the scene, while not more than 5 yards away from me another oddity is occurin.
Nows I start takin notes that somes of the warriors err dressed in orc garb, at first I thinks nothin of it as I've hoisted a few Ales with Lord Attichuck, but somethin jess seems wrong abouts 'em: Theyre all wathcin this Orc Lourde do's battle with one of me friends. I notice this 'ere Orc Lord is a murderer an redder than a fall sunset. I gives meself about one seconds fer a curse an leaps to attack this runt.
Well we all makes mistakes, n mine was to attacks. Tho he may be small this feller was faster than a Silver serpent, stronger than an Ogre Lord, an twice as nasty. It takes me exactly two hits from 'is blade to realize Im gunna be searchin fer a healer agin, so's I takes off tryin to keep breathin, I thinks I made it 7 er 8 paces befores I faded to black.
Well at least bein a ghost 'as its bonuses. I gets the time to see who these fellers are. I see the monikers that these ere fellers are from a clan named BloodRock. It seems they've teemed up with mighty mouse fer a reason,.
I 'ears em whisperin about how this haint at all over, an that they are lookin fer something that is on the Sandlewood Box grounds, an that this is jess a test probe fer future parlays that promise to make this look like a lovers quarrel. An it looks like they haint given up till they gets it.. whatever IT IS..
Well, finally tired o' viewin the lanscape as black n grey I finds a charitable soul to return me to flesh. The battle is over, but I gets this feelin, the war haint even started yet.
Ocelot of TUR
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