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[NEWS] Mazewood In Peril

Discussion in 'UO Atlantic' started by Cear Dallben Dragon, Jun 16, 2009.

  1. Cear Dallben Dragon

    Cear Dallben Dragon Babbling Loonie
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    Feb 17, 2005
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    I felt a great disturbance in the ether, as if millions of voices suddenly cried out in terror, and were suddenly silenced. I fear something terrible has happened.

    It was Monday, and the sun was falling fast. So it was time to head to the tavern for drink and smoke.
    A day of valor and effort in the never ending battle against Mondain's vile creations is at loss without a night
    exchanging tales. My horse and I came to a slow trot as we neared Mazewood Tavern. I could see the torch light thru the woods,
    but I did not hear the clamor of the crowd, and the clashes of the mugs of ale and mead. As I neared the tavern I heard crying and a came steadily
    to a halt. I was still in the thick of the woods, under cover of night. If I needed to retreat and survive I could. But after some time of observation, I could see the threat
    was long gone. Only the grieving and the observing were present there. I arrived at horror, spread across the acres. The result of life, death
    was predominantly before me. I dragged my feet across the rubble for a good while. exchanging short sentences with the people I saw.
    Darrien Church. That ancient lich! Foul and unreasonable...
    You see, the owner of the establishment was present and survived.
    A few had gathered to speak with her on the third floor of the next building over.
    She spoke of the lich, and it's gatherers. There was chanting for some time, a stir of echoes
    no one would dare near. As word spread, as it does ever so fast, Sosaria's darker ones began to arrive
    at the scene. I made my vague greetings, my slow nods, and soon a moon gate was conjured to allow for a more,
    qualified discussion.

    As night fell, we spoke of the fallen.
    We spoke of the lich.
    As much as I wanted to forget what happened,
    and head home, to prepare for my day,
    and my spell, I stayed. I spoke my mind to egg on
    the follies of man. To keep minds occupied, and chaos active.
    I may end up playing a larger roll in all of this.