As I read the parchment paper addressed to me from Piotr, the famous and sage news manager for Stratics, my hands trembled, "You have been hired as a news reporter for the land of Sonoma" the words blurred as I read them over and over. "Could it be?", I mused. "A mere apprentice mage chosen for such an important assignment?" "Father, father, I have been chosen by Stratics to go to a land called Sonoma to be a news reporter of the comings and goings of its citizens", I exclaimed. "Be cautious my son", my father warned through his stern gaze. "Sonoma is a lawless land full of bloodthirsty, reckless and dangerous killers who have no loyalty to any but themselves", he said. "You would be wise to remain here and continue your studies with the Wizard Legronde Willowwhisp, for high elves should not concern themselves in such matters". "Surely there are those in Sonoma who have honor and all cannot be of that lot father", I exclaimed. "You are young and innocent my son", my father said, "If have taught you to see the good in people, And a man must make his way into the world". "But I have been trained well in the arts of magic and I am ready to put my skills to the test father", I replied. "Be weary my son, for your skills are no match for the wizards of the dark magic, the wizards who use their magic in battle and for the warriors who will simply shrug your spells off like the wind in their hair", "Sonoma is a world that is not for the weak of constitution", he exclaimed. "But I must go to Sonoma father, I have given my word to Piotr", I said firmly. "Very well, my son", knowing he could not change my mind, my father handed me a satchel bulging with leather armor, a staff, a pendant, a magical ring and bracelet, some gold coins and a gleaming shield. "Take these and guard them my son", said my father, "For this is all I can give you to help you in your journey". I quickly dressed in the items and armor given me by my father, feeling like the most powerful wizard in the land, rather than the apprentice mage I was. On unsteady feet I walked to the crystal ball and sent word to Piotr that I was ready to travel to my new assignment. "Be well my son", my father whispered as the air crackled with the powerful magic, translocating me to Sonoma and my new adventure. I arrived in the town of Britain, where the air was dank and heavy. I quickly gathered the books of locations given me by the Stratics staff, anxious to begin my travels. "Kal ort por" I chanted touching the magical rune labled, "Brit gate-Fel". I appeared with the blue moongate behind me and the form of a formidable and seasoned warrior was blurred by the morning sun. "Good day kind sire", I greeted him. Spankalicious [MOO], his war axe and shield gleaming in the sun and the blood of those who challenged him, smeared on his armor. "A slow day here today", he mused. "Are the fighters all still sleeping?", I asked, sounding more like a child than the man of 17 years that I am. "More than likely" he said, all the while scanning the terrain for an unseen threat. I told him of my purpose in Sonoma and over the sounds of thundering hooves, he muttered, "good luck" in a tone so cold that it made me shudder from the deepest recesses of my soul. From what seemed out of nowhere appeared two young warriors with eyes of steel and dark stares that would wither the most vibrant foilage. They were both murderers of some notoriety sporting blood on armor and a darkness in their sould. Before I could tell them of my purpose in Sonoma, Hypnotic (COP) reduced me to ashes at his feet with no effort, well before I could summon the assistance of the Royal Guards. "Game over, game over" Hypnotic exclaimed as I fell to the ground. I quickly arose and found a kindly wandering healer named Tamara. I ran back intent on explaining to these warriors that I meant them no harm, but was there only to report the news. When I arrived and began to dress, SixSixSix [COP] laid me to waste with almost a flick of his wrist. "Game over, game over" screamed Hypnotic. I found Tamara again and made my way back to the Inn at Britain to meditate and formulate a plan for the 'morrow. I look foward to meeting and talking with all the citizens of Sonoma. If you see me, tell me of your travels and tales.