Kaldor / Knights Templar

by Philkaos, Knight Templar

It was late at night when the Marschall met his commanders by the operations room, in the War academy. While entering the mighty room, the five commanders stood and saluated. With a quick handsign Phil told them back to their seats. He cleared throat, opened a set of rolled maps which he disposed on the table. Using the tip of the compasses he pointed to a location and said 'Time hath come to wake the Order's inner forces. This will be the plan....'
Three hours later five mounted figures passed the porch of the Academy, each one taking a different way, and disappeared quickly in the fog. Phil stood by the doors, threw a quick glance at the forest outside, smelling the fresh odors of the night. He took his ancient pipe from a pocket, the tobacco bag from his belt and started smoking quietly. 'This will be the last time Ill be able to do that for long', he whispered for himself, and then got back inside.

The following day the full troops of the Order were present at Beaufort. Everyone was busy, repairing armours, sharpening blades, and generally getting packs ready. There had been chariots coming to town and out all the morning on. Supplies had been stacked in the stables, but now there were crates, and bags, allmost everywhere. The Fleet was allready maneuvering in the bay, and the reflection of the sun in their white sails made them look like majestuous birds. Suddenly two groups of knights passed the gates of Beaufort, heavily armed and armored and headed south.

This was supposed to be a patrol like everyday's, and the Templars had been ordered to scout the road south of Templewood in order to clear the way for the passage of the Main. Marching quite happily through the woods, they splitted in order to scout the bridge to the west, and and guard outpost to the south. Had the first group made only one mile towards the outpost, that they heard a battle cry coming from the trees around them. They sticked their ranks and pulled arms, but the fury of the attackers was too much for them, and only a few escaped alive. The other banner, back from the bridge met the Darkcloaks group on the road. Taking some heavy damage at the first charge, they retaliated heavily and dispersed their opponents in the wild. The road was clear now, but for how long?

Another patrol was ordered more to the southern lands. The Council of the Sword Brethren was deeply concerned about the state of the region surrounding the capitol city of Britain. Many reports had shown that the roads were infested with spies and infiltrators.

The patrol left just on time, at the sun fall. The moral of the troops was good as the last engagement had turned into the favour of the Knights Templars. They quickly headed south to the Crossroads of Compassion then made their way through the Hopper's bog, promptly dealing with the dark beings that roam the swamps as of late. Passing through the capitol city of Britain, they headed south again to the moongate. The woods surrounding the road were strange though, as someone noticed. There were no birds to be heard, nor any of the noises a forest naturally produces. The nature was silent, as if something was preparing in the shadows. Shivering a bit in the declining day, the knights hastily pressed on south. Then the last ray of the sun reflected on a metallic thing the knights could see a few distance ahead of them. Ennemies! The Kaldorian troops had the road barred and from the shadows the Brotherhood of the Dark Age charged at the templars. The comfusion was total, and the templars were caught under crossed fires. Their main fell quickly, and the rare survivors were chased back all the way to Britain past the bank.

Phil was standing on the roof of Beaufort, minding his own thoughts when the sound of a fast-riding scout reached his ears. Arching eyebrows, he muttered to himself 'what this all again?' , stared at the messenger riding through the town square, past the Tavern straight to Beaufort's gates. A few minutes later, listening at the fresh news Phil thought ' The bridge on the road between Britain and Trinsic.. they cut us off our allies.. this can not be'

The Kaldorian encampment was set on both sides of the bridge, and the road was heavily barricaded. When the troops of the Templars arrived in sight of the bridge it was the end of the morning. Their minds were clear, their thoughts were pure. They had been heavily trained and are now very experienced warriors. The ennemy could not pass. Proceeding on the both sides of the road the two banners now carefully were making their way to the roadblock. At the silent sign of the officers, the charge was ordered. Just coming out of the woods they were greeted by heavy fire from the barricade, whick stuck them to the ground. For long the battle was undecided, the archers exchanging arrows and clerics or magi summoning the elemental energies to take the upper hand. At some point a deep sound emerged from the barricade, and the Maul Knights charged the right flank of their ennemies. No more needs say, the clash was simply too violent and the bridge stayed to the Darkwood alliance.

Back to the Sword Brethren council room, Phil turned the map upside down and said: 'Very well. If we cant take the road, then we'll take the sea. Warn the admiral of the fleet to keep ready'

The white vessels of the Templars navy were loaded with packs. All had been planned for a lengthy expedition, which some were seeing as a crusade, a crusade against the forces of darkness. Bearing the war pavilion, the vessels left Templewood to the harbour of Trinsic. From there they followed the coast line east, then south and then west, pushed by the winds towards the Southern Beach. The fleet met no resistance untill its goal, and quickly an outpost was built. This was meant to be a bridgepoint for the Templar's army to use for sending in more troops. With no time to breathe for the exhausted travellers, their ennemies showed their faces. The Kaldorian Commander Lenar came in to try and discuss the presence of this army near from his Stronghold. But as he came without escort he was promptly surrounded and made prisonner, his legs and hands tied and thrown to an edge of the fort. Outraged by the capture of their commander, the Kaldorians tried to storm the Templar's outpost, but one by one they fell to the flying arrows or the dancing swords. A devastating charge from defenders was then ordered, which left no chance the the forces of the Darkwood alliance. South Beach Post was going to become a myth in the Order's history.

After the battle the Templars had taken three prisonners. The Commander offcourse, but allso two of his men who were captured during the man-hunt that followed the main battle. They were sent back by sea to the Trinsic jails, where the guards could take good care of them.

The troops were gathered for the final assault. Strongholt was there, just a stonethrow ahead. They all knew what sort of things evil beings like the folks of Kaldor could do inside theese mighty walls. It's not just a rumour that has filtrated that people were tortured in there.
Dame Belinda, Sergent of the Ankh was given the command of the Templars army at South Beach Post by her superiors. She had been battleing and patrolling during the whole day to get to know the landscape of the valley, and then she knew where the strong and weakpoints were. She stared at the sun. The duchy was allready supposed to be here, what was happening? And all the hawks she had been sending, without a single answer? Something was wrong, that is for sure.. pulling out of her journey pack her Crystall ball, she concentrated.. silently.. and plunged her sight deep into the crystal. 'She could see.. Men.. In a building.. They were.. fighting, aye... Red uniforms, green uniforms.. a man comes out of the back door.. he looks like, aye, he IS the Kaldorian commander. With an evident grin Lenar stepped over a guard's corpse and entered the friendly gate.. he is out!'
Finally an answer came back to South Beach post: The prisonners had been fred in Trinsic, and a good half of the guards, severely injured, could not join on the assault. Nevertheless, the Trinsicians finally sent a full banner of mighty soldiers, and the Duke's flag was deployed next the the Templar's. On the words of Belinda the troop took its leave from the fort. The jungle was dense and the progression was hard because of the vegetation, and the constant threat of the wild animals. After some hours the valley was finally in sight, and Belinda deployed her troops. One banner was to take the western flank while another would advance in front by the cover of a building. The third Templar's banner and the duke's men took place on the eastern flank of the army. The Darkwood alliance troops were gathered right outside the tower, forming a wall of impressive strength. The ranks of the Templars looked like a blue crescent around Strongholt's gates, with a red tip for the guards of the Duchy. Both armies stared at eachother in the eyes, the tension being at its maximum. For a moment only the the cracking of the flags in the wind was to be heard and the atmosphere full of contained energies was allmost unbearable.
Muttering ancient words of power, Belinda raised her open hand, and abruptly started the hallali. Maelströms of power were devastating the field, arms were clashing against the shields, the bows were chanting death songs as the arrows filled the air. The western flank of the army lead by Lord Ragnor advanced first, taking casualties but occupying the defenders and covering the rest of the army. The Marschall of trinsic ordered his troops from the east front onwards, breaking through the Darkwood's rear. Rest of the Templars led by Lord Zaknafein and Lord Mithrim finally moved on and massively charged the keep's door. The shock's been of an incredible violence, The Kaldorian box was surrounded from all parts, and the Darkcloaks were scattered in the woods. The doors exploded with a dry noise as the charge was going through. Slowly the maul knights one by one fell, and their mage support was constrained to fall back inside the keep. A furious chase in the stairs engaged, but they were trapped and Kaldorian blood stained the fine tapestrys. Belinda rubbed her aching head. Too much magical energy had passed through her brain in too few time. It would take her weeks to fully recover. 'But this was something that had to be done. Templars never spill blood for unworthy causes, but the destruction of Strongholt will probably put that region at peace for long.'
In front of the Army gathered she ordered the razing and purification of this unholy place by the sovereign fire. All the clerics started then to incant an old ritual song, and the stone walls of Strongholt began to burn! She nodded to herself, and ordered the depart of the victorious army. When all had left she threw a last eye to the smoking ruins of what had been a mighty stronghold, shivered on her own thoughts, and turned back visibly unsatisfied.

Kaldor

In order to gather the materials needed for the citizens to repair the building, the Army will be required to gather resources. These must be gathered on IC hunts and not bought/taken from a mule character. You will be able to put the resources on piles on the doorstep of Kaldor Keep. The following materials are needed:

10 000 Boards, 10 000 Iron Ingots, 1000 Shadow Iron Ingots, 1000 Verrite Ingots, as much granite as possible to repair the tables, 200 000 Gold

There will be resource gathering trips with the citizens to Felluca and Ilshenar for the ingots, but any group can go with lumberjacks to gather wood. Sorcerers may also go hunting corpsers in Covetus and repears in Reaper Valley for boards.

This set back will not get us down, we will bounce back with more force and more power than ever before!

Valoria

Some citizens tried to recover the Tavern. They managed to kill one of the pirates but the menace of the live of Fyonnah stop them. This was the response of the Pirates Captain.

Hail there !

I be upset, really upset of yer lack of respect to yer new tavern staff. Me placed and paid three pirates to serve yer drinks while me Lady is absent ! Me asked them to clean that mess and make this place cosy.

And whut did I hear ? Ye attempted to slay one of them in the tavern ? Whut !!?! Makin' a bloodbath there ! Shame on ye ! Ye vile like us pirates... Ye have nay honour or consideration for a poor woman. We shall have nay pity next time !

*adds some of Fyonnah's hair to the letter*

Perchance, me has more respect for her than ye ! But next time me threat will become reality ! One of her finger broken per pirate hurt ! If ye come to slay one, things may be even worst for her !!!

If ye wish to see her back and alive in the future, behave ! Otherwise, be prepared to pay the consequences and to never see her again in yer tavern !

I demand 10000 coins of gold to make amends of the injuries, threats and the insults done to me pirates ! This amount has to be given to me Pirates on friday !

*signed with blood* The Red Pirate

Valoria

Dear Councillors, Guildmasters, for those who dost not know me, I be Talik, citizen and informant at the moment. As some of you know, I had, by the past, some serious problems with a crew of pirates. They did ruin my past life, murdered my family and indirectly condamned me to an exil during 35 to the grey world. Almost one year ago, I could recover life with the Valorians great help. Its only meaning is today to track this evil pirate wherever he will go and what ever are the risks !

My investigations leaded me once again to Valoria. I was surprised as he turned up with more pirates than usual. I though it was to load some food supplies.

But I quickly understood they wish to head to the tavern for some reasons I still ignore. I shadowed them till the tavern... It seemed they were after a certain person.. Finally, a person came out. I reconised Fyonnah, the Tavernkeeper.

Things continued roughly. They had a quarel, I believe those two people were closed in the past. Those guys were really rude with the woman. Apparantly, they were seeking something... But it was most confusing... Things went even worst as they became more upset. They rushed into the tavern, and starts to demolish furnitures and Xmas decoration looking for something...

During the action, one fellow dared entering the tavern. Perchance, the pirates finally let him leave the place freely. Alas, as they did not obtain what they were seeking... they kidnapped the local Tavernkeeper, the lady called Fyonnah. I could see them leaving with their boat. It seems that they were not completed on that boat.

I had lot of chance as I could track them till Vesper docks... But, once in the City, I could not shadow them more. Then I decided to write down this report and to post it to you.

May this help you to recover your tavernkeeper.

Your devoted servant,
*signed*
Talik.

Read more here.

Nujel'm 

*a noble-looking owl lands on the Grand Vizier's window bearing a letter written with the eloquence and script of a learned scholar*

Greetings to the magnanimous, wise, and beautiful Grand Vizier of Nujel'm, Her Eminence Ashoka Naz'Rudin;

I pray that this humble letter finds thee in both good health, and wealth, and that thee may find the time to consider it amidst what I am sure is a horrendous workload. My name is Maitreya, a monk of the Virtuous Order of the Ankh, and lately Bishop of Minoc. The aim of our Order hath always been to spread peace, understanding, and tolerance to as many as we can reach through the Virtues, a task we dedicate our lives to, for the good of all.

Thus is why I humbly implore thee for leave by which I might be allowed to come to thy noble city to further this task, through teaching and example to the good people of Nujel'm, as a Missionary of Virtue. It has come to my attention that relations of late between thy city and Trinsic hath become somewhat strained, and it is my hope that such a mission might do something to soothe such tensions by spreading the message of love and peace contained within the Virtues. I would be most honoured if thy Eminence would grant shelter and sanction to this task, which is by no means to seek to force converts to our faith, but rather to offer guidance to those already with the Virtues in their hearts in Nujel'm, and allow others to understand our beliefs more clearly, perhaps even to adopt some of the spirit of the Virtues themselves.

I trust that thee will consider this plea with wisdom and come to a decision in the best interests of thee and thy people.

In Respect and Deference,
Father Maitreya
Order of the Ankh

The Grand Vizier smiles mischievously as she reads the letter, sipping her morning kaffee. She notes how diplomatically the words are phrased and recalls that the Good Sims is one of those of this Order of the Ankh. Turning the idea over in her mind, she finds no flaw with it. She rings the bell for her scribe and begins dictating rapidly.

To the Good Father Maitreya:

Of course we shall be delighted to welcome thee to Our Shores. No doubt Our people will benefit from the soothing words of Peace and Love thee wish to share. We shall grant thee a place to live here, within the palace that thee might benefit from Our vast library, and show thee the amenities due one of thy Order.
We shall ask only that thee observe and obey the laws of Our Land, and show respect to the various and diverse beliefs already held by Our people. We understand thee preach tolerance, which is a Virtue We ourself believe in muchly.
We look forward to thy arrival, good Father.

Ashoka Naz'Rudin
Grand Vizier of the Sultanate of Nujel'm
Sultana of Papua, Terathon and Kos Heb

*The letter is sent back by the regal owl*

 Knights Templar

Atori, armsman of KT and Tabbitha: "I am extremely pleased to anounce the date, time and location of my wedding with Tabbitha, everyone who wishes to be there is very welcome, and I hope to see lots of friendly faces there."

The wedding will be at Nujelm palace on the 12th of febuary (wednesday) at 7pm gmt (8pm cet).

 Knights Templar / Kaldor

A member of the Priesthood of Kaldor contacted Knights Templar. She wants "fight by yer side" against what she calls "the work of a religious fanatic of a murderous god, that only wishes and intends to see rivers of blood, no matter who's the blood may be."

Read the Thread here.

 Valoria

Three seats of the Counsil must be elected. Read more here.

Knights Templar

FLASH NEW: After a hard battle, the Knight Templars and the soldiers of the Duchy of Trinsic (DOT) managed to retake the building from the Kaldorians hands.

Kaldor / Judges / Knights Templar / Britannian Guards

Monday Evening there was a Slight Chill in the Air as the Judges Stood in Nujelm Awaiting there Allies From Kaldor.. the Objective to Collect Judgement City Taxes from the Mining City of Minoc. The Kaldorians Arrived And we made our Way to The Mining Camp. were apon our Arrival we Came Across the Brittania Guards They Appeared to be Scouting the Area. Report of the Battle in Minoc here.

Kaldor / Ebon Hand / Darkcloaks / Knights Templar

Today, the Army of Kaldor, members of the Ebon Hand and the Darkcloaks, assembled outside the Tower at Strongholt. They were briefed on their mission: Capture and hold the Knights Templar's rune library, to use as their new base of operations.

Despite the horrific onslaught of the Templars, the battle was won by the alliance of Kaldor, the Ebon Hand and the Darkcloaks. Commander Lenar called them all back inside the building, and announced their victory.

After the cheers, discussion was carried out as to the new name of the Templewood Library. Several suggestions, such as Kaldorwood, Edeawood, and more horrendously, Veggywood, until a decision was make. Darkwood was born.

Knights Templar

Quick note: Lord Kurt was condemned today in the Yew Courts to two months of prison. And two more months of service to Dark Cloaks. Full report here.

Minoc

*Summerised events of this evening, from the Guardians files*

1) Tonight i was sitting at meh desk when i recived a pidgeon from the minister of External affairs. He claimed a Man named Chucky was in town assaltin guards and being juss generaly Rude. I imeditly lept on meh horse and rode down the street ter the city bank. Arriving there i found a Drowish Woman Arguing with meh guards try ter protect this man. This woman was Even more Rude than the Man named Chucky and as she bellowed on the bloodlust in meh men Grew. The situation was getting out of hand and eventually the man chucky agreed ter leave the town with an armed escort. I sent the guards off to escort him out and when out of town he recalled away. The men turned to walk back up the road only ter find him charging out of the bushes armed with words of power. In the panik and confusion 2 fell before i arrived. The battle stopped instantly and the man Chucky fled while the ingured gathered there things. Events after Will need Ter be Cleaned up by the External affiars minister.

2) Some time after this man chucky had fled antoher of his order showed up. This time the man was very rude and persistant of Conflict. When he was ordered ter put his weapons down and come with us he attacked the nearest guard and ran. We pursuded the intruder Yelling fer him ter put his arms down while the guards bravely defended themselfs. After What seemed like a life time of running The men Felled this Long legged intruder and went back to normal Duty.

3) Chucky later turned up in the town and instantly boasted about eailyer. After a short convosation with meself he was after conflit and so i sent a good warrior Jace ter "escort" him out of town. Whilst following him i bumped into the shadow that is Bora. He had also been following Chucky and jace. Once out of town the two men had heated arguments and soon words of power floated accross the air. Imeditly jace sprung into action and slug himself at the man. Also Bora next ter me started ter Pull an arrow back, trying ter land the final blow. With them two attacking Chucky there was nay thing he could do bu' Fall.

Them be all

Knights Templar

“The Knights Templar Lord Kurt has been summoned to present himself to the Court of Truth in Yew (Trammel) on Sunday at the eighth hour of the evening (GMT). He is to stand trial for the charges of Murder and conspiracy to Murder of DeadCal, a member of the Dark Cloaks’ Council.

Visitors are welcome to attend the trial, on the condition that they conduct themselves in a peaceful way and do not disrupt the proceedings of the Court.”

(If you wish to familiarise yourself with the case, a history has been written up here)

TRINSIC

VESPER

I am saddened to inform you that Lilliana Lockhart (known to some by her maiden name Lilliana Rose) has passed away. So grieved at the loss of her husband several years ago, she found that he was dead at the hands of orcs in Trinsic. She took her own life to be with him for eternity.

Lilliana was formed Sheriff of Vesper, twice, Commander of the Vesper City Watch, an Acolyte of the Shadow Legion and at the time of her death, Viceroy of Serpent's Hold.

Rest in peace.

[OOC: This is an IC death, that is, a deletion of character. Not a real death.]

14th January 2003 04:34

TRINSIC

It was night, and the tower was silent after the usual hustle and bustle of the day. The Duke sat at his desk and rubbed his eyes wearily. So many long late meetings, so many people to talk to, so many things to think about, weigh up, consider. He looked again at the pile of reports and summaries and messages ... everything seemed to be marked "Urgent!" these days ... at least he had met now with Lady Moiraine and discussed the basis for a treaty with Nujel'm. And he hoped she understood his position better, as he now understood hers. The Fellowship had always had close ties with Trinsic, those would not be severed no matter what the outcomes of this matter.

The earlier meeting with Prince Orlando had been good too, reaffirming the strong alliance and friendship between Duchy and Knights Templar. It was good to know that the Trinsic garrison would be more present, and the extra assistance with guarding the city would indeed be welcomed. The unexpected attendance of Aeribian of Spiritwood could be turned to good account too, he would no doubt carry word back to Duke Pad ... another group of staunch allies there. Yes, Trinsic was more powerful than it might appear at first sight, and perhaps the time had come to consider looking to assist in defence elsewhere rather than concentrating only on holding the city.

His mind turned to Ikus ... Ikus was up to something, he could feel it. His cousin had always been the one with the devious plots and plans, as boys growing up together Ikus was always the instigator of mischief with himself the follower ... following willingly of course, for the most part. He smiled to himself at a few memories, then sighed. Life had been a great deal simpler then. But Ikus had gone to see the Vizier and straight afterwards had come the announcement of annexation. Coincidence perhaps? Maybe he was just being too suspicious.

He looked again at the blank sheet of paper in front of him. How could he write this notice, knowing more than was comfortable about Nujel'm dealing with the Drow, knowing what had transpired in Naeloth the night before? But the diplomatic ties, and the treaty, were thereby made more necessary than ever. He rubbed his eyes again, then picked up his pen, dipped it in the ink pot and wrote a short notice to be posted publically.

After due consideration the following has been decided: Trinsic supports the annexation of Papua, Terathon, and Kos Heb by the Sultanate of Nujel'm, and welcomes the increased opportunities for trade which are thereby presented.

Irvyn Middlethorn
Duke of Trinsic

He looked at the bald statement and sighed again. A few would understand, but many would not. And when the treaty was signed it would probably be worse. He made several copies to go to various people and noticeboards, carefully affixing his personal seal to each one.

The letter from the Grand Vizier must be answered too. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully and read it again, smiling a little sardonically at the mention of passage fees and acts of war. The trade might be more one way than she hoped, but both could gain advantages here. He took another sheet of paper and wrote a short reply, enclosing a copy of the notice.

Your Eminence, I thank thee for thy letter and pray thou wilt forgive the brevity of my response. I write in haste as I wish thee to receive this message swiftly. As thou wilt see from the enclosure herein, I will support thine occupation of Papua and other places.

But I must make one proviso ~ although of course I am sure there is no need to say this ~ that thou keepest the various passages between the Lost Lands and Britannia guarded securely, and allowest no force to use them that might have hostile intent. As indeed shall we do also where we can, that thou mayst be protected in turn.

I regret most deeply the loss of thy fellahin in the collapse of the Trinsic passage, and I would ask that thou wilt pass on word of my sympathy to their families. It is my hope that the repairs to the passage go speedily and successfully. I would also ask that thou, in the kindness of thine heart, shouldst instruct thy workmen to take care around the Trinsic side of the passage and not leave the immediate area. With recent troubles my people are particularly alert, and although I shalt warn them of thine activities, I should in no wise wish some over-zealous guard to cause any incident shouldst thy people stray too far.

Mayst thou know the peace of the Virtues.

Irvyn Middlethorn
Duke of Trinsic

He sealed the letter and put it to one side. Sempronio would as always be up at first light, and he would courier this to Nujel'm immediately, understanding the urgency of the matter.

The personal seal of the Duke of Trinsic:
An eagle flying, holding the branch of a thornbush in its claws; surrounding are the words "Mine honour is my life; both grow in one; take honour from me, and my life is done."

11th January 2003 07:21

Nujel'm City

Proclamation posted where all may see:

Good People of Nujel'm!

We are pleased to announce the annexation of the following lands; Papua, Terathon and Kos Heb. We have established bases of military might there, and now control the passages within those boundaries, which include, passages to Britain, Moonglow, Vesper, Yew, Minoc and Trinsic.

This action will increase Our prosperity, and give Us what We lack in provisions, reagents and natural resources and healers. We will establish trade routes through these passages, which will enable Us to avoid the more treachorous sea travel. We shall appoint various Military Leaders to maintain Our New Holdings within the next few days.

(The Great Seal of the Golden Asp is affixed to the bottom of this proclamation)

Ashoka Naz'Rudin Grand Vizier of the Sultanate of Nujel'm Sultana of Papua, Terathon and Kos Heb

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Knights Templar

(DeadCal killed)

As some of you may be aware, my esquire Glorion and I were involved in assisting the Dark Cloaks in the exorcism of greater daemons from one of their colleagues.

This has, however, ended in tragedy. Miss DeadCal, who was assisting in the ritual, clearly disobeyed my instructions and attempted to fight the beast herself. Whilst she is not dead, she is no longer in our plane of reality. I offered a proper burial for the time being, and had even begun research into recovering her from the ethereal plane.

Apparently, this was not good enough for the Dark Cloaks, as their mistress has accused Glorion and I of murdering DeadCal. This is completely absurd - especially since the individual in question is, as previously stated, not dead. They claim they are seeking revenge against the Templars for the death of their companion - despite Glorion and I risking our own souls to save one of their others.

Thus I beseech thee, my brothers, to aid us. The Dark Cloaks are NOT to be tolerated within the region of Beaufort. Should you spot one, either immediately call for backup or bring swift justice to them. Do not allow them to roam unhindered. First, you should ask them to leave the area. If they do not, you may draw arms against them. Do not hesitate, for these deceitful villains will not hesitate to stab thy back shouldst thou turn away for more than an instant.

Regards,
Lord Kurt

4th January 2003 

MINOC

Tonight we had the chance on meeting some citizens of Jhelom. Prime Minister, Ortin and Foreign Minister, Hrothgar arrived to our fair town with their guards. Viceroy Nightingale, Mayor Nappa, High court Judge Jobe and myself moved in to the meeting hall to discuss on various issues. After a long while of important issues, we decided that future trading between the city of Jhelom and Minoc would be possible, useful and welcome. So the seed of trade pact with Jhelom had been set.

VESPER

Town Crier News! 
Hear Ye! Hear Ye!

The Baron Kain Twothumb of Vesper has decided after alot of turmoil in the ranks and among allies to remove himself from office and declare a Day of Voting for the 11th of Januari.

This means that all free people of Vesper are free to cast their votes on whom they wish to speak and act for Vesper.

Until the vote is done ,the former baron will uphold the office that he now he has to make sure all things go smoothly.

More information will be made available soon promises the advisor Kain Twothumb.

__________________
Kain Twothumb , Advisor
Olof Twothumb , Veteran soldier of Vesper
Eloise Twothumb , Bard of Vesper
Hawkster , Veteran soldier of Vesper
Etc...