Krysmphoenix wrote :-

Journal of "Krysmphoenix" Zan Roomscalded
5th Slate, 267

Today we have arrived in Gemclod, and I must say I am greatly disappointed. Our people have always lived in great mountain halls, and yet what do I see when our group sees Gemclod? A filthy swamp, filled with horrid creatures and I was certain on the sides of the roads I saw corpses of...something. Their bodies were hacked apart into several pieces and I could no longer tell the figures of people from the bodies of monsters. I cannot tell if the ground is red because of the natrual red sand, or the blood of our enemies.

Little Bob N Threadbar rushed ahead to see the "great" fortress, but as I carried Tag Plastic in my arms, all I could think of what a horrid place this would be to raise children. Lazarenth promised me that although this was not the same fortress we had heard in the rumors, it was still the last hope for the Famous Palisade. I am forced to agree, although I had hoped for a great fortress in the mountains surrounded by sun berries.

But I am not the only mother here, there is another woman by the name of Boing. Many of the others avoid her and are for some reason nervous around her. But I let Bob and Tag play with her children, who seem to be doing quite well despite living in such a fly-infested muddy hellhole. I offer to watch over Boing's children for when she has business elsewhere; Bob in particular seems to have taken a liking to Boing's oldest, Penguingo. She made a cute little drawing of the two of them playing together.

(Credits to Bobbin Threadbare for the picture.)
Children are so adorable at this age. I am glad she can find this fortress pleasing. Perhaps someday I shall come to like Gemclod...at the very least, my family has no where else to go.

Bene Elim wrote :-

We finally found it! After months of wandering the wilds and dodging the Elves, we have finally found the last fortress; Kadolan, 'The Diamond in the Rough'

We wait in the foothills for daylight now. The swamp is dark and misty, so who knows what might be waiting for us out there. We can see the gatehouse though. The stone loos well worked, and marksdwarves patrol the ramparts. I dare to hope that this is the mythical haven we sought.

Oh my Gods! One of the militia just came onto the ramparts carrying a shimmering blue axe! Adamantium! Oh my Gods!

I wonder if I can use this to my advantage...

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Next Morning at the gate
Minty : Name?
Me : Though I am dressed as a peasant, It is I, your King! Come to take up the adamantine throne!
: ...King?
: Indeed!
: ...not brewer?
Damn! He'd seen the barrel embroided on my tunic.
: O-of course not! I am your King, definitely not a brewer!
: *sigh* Fine. Go on in 'your highness'.

Corbeau : What the hell was that all about?
: Fucked if I know. Do you know her name?
: Bene Elim, I think...
: Elium, got it.

Bad Munki wrote :-

Who wants profiles? I have profiles! I hacked Minty's gibson and totally swiped these top secret files!

 _{I was asked to post these} 

64BitRobot


Akilles


Astus


Bene Elium


Bob N Threadbar


Corbeau


Dirt5o0


DrakIris


Dylguy90


Febreeze Ninja


Firos


Getting Fat


Klokwurk


Krysmphoenix


Lazarenth


Mazerunner


Red Mage


Tag Plastic


Triple A


Warmbody

Bene Elim wrote :-