<html><head></head><body><div style="font-family:Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><div style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Azhur spent much of his evenings on the highest point of view of the walking castle, feeling afflicted by the new landscape offered by the world at night.</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Maybe the end of times was on them and maybe all fight was useless, but evening after evening the desperate show of burnt villages and destroyed communities were like a warning for him. "There is nothing new, he concluded after a while, we are condemned to death and what happens after is nothing we're sure of. The only certainty is the life we have to conduct and the way we decide to follow is our only choice. <span>To die by fleeing or to die by protecting his community is unimportant choice for self, but not for those who we care. <span><span lang="EN-US" style='font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: .5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA;'><font color="#000000">My Lady
Marianne of Gilboch</font></span></span>, my beloved queen of the Reformed Seshnela, I'm back home and I hope I will bring more solutions than problems, but be sure I'll fight to my last breath to protect our land..."</span></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span><br></span></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span>At the council, Azhur adressed the fellowship, the trollkins and the Orathorni and asked them: "We are about to come back to the lands of West, traditionnaly three ways exist: by the South through the Dragon Pass, but we know that war and winter roams around there, by the North through the Western Reaches of the Lunar Empire but the Empire has changed and the Syndics Ban used to be impassable for non-flying travelers or the last choice is by the Kartolin Pass through the unfamous land of Dorastor, cursed by Arkat and ruled by the mysterious <span>Ralzakark,</span> the Broo King... Time is precious and the shortest way isn't that most obvious. We are all on board the <span>Kalen Harajallenburg and share the same fate. Fear is useful only as a ward against danger, but danger being everywhere we need to concentrate on other values like courage and cleverness. My question is simple: what will be our way, this choice will decide our way in the coming weeks, of course we will need to collect news of this world at flame and keep the possibility to correct our decision as long as we can, but an option needs to be decided for the sake of our mission."</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span><span><br></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span><span> </span></span></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">*********************************<br></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">
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Le dimanche 10 juin 2018 04:00:15, Lev Lafayette <lev@mimesisrpg.com> a écrit :
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<div><div dir="ltr">Having escaped, once again, from the clutches of the Can-Shu Exarch of<br></div><div dir="ltr">Bliss in Ignorance, and also Cwim, progeny of Thed and the Devil, the<br></div><div dir="ltr">Fellowship took Harajallenburg northwards and then west, across the<br></div><div dir="ltr">Endless Yellow Grasslands and past the foothills of the Eleven Big Giant<br></div><div dir="ltr">Mountains. The castle was now a hive of activity, with not only the Black<br></div><div dir="ltr">Sun trollkin but also the Orathorn community and their attendands.<br></div><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div dir="ltr">King-elect Azhur looked upon the various people and sighed. "At least<br></div><div dir="ltr">nobody will ever accuse us of not being cosmopolitan". "That is certainly<br></div><div dir="ltr">true", responded the Third Eye of Solar Storm, causing the King-elect to<br></div><div dir="ltr">jump with a start. "Yes", he laughed. "Even with the ghost of part of a<br></div><div dir="ltr">old god!"<br></div><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div dir="ltr">Under the guidance of Kalen Harajallenburg travelled across the land at a<br></div><div dir="ltr">leisurely pace into the vast expanses of what was Lunar farmlands and<br></div><div dir="ltr">horse nomads. There was evidence of much devastation across the land.<br></div><div dir="ltr">Several burnt out remains of hamlets were discovered until finally one<br></div><div dir="ltr">small group of travellers were spotted travelling westwards. At first they<br></div><div dir="ltr">were terrified by the Walking Castle, but when hospitality was shown to<br></div><div dir="ltr">them they told their story.<br></div><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div dir="ltr">The Red Moon had been devoured by the Black Moon, and without her<br></div><div dir="ltr">protective veil over the land, devastation reigned supreme to all peaceful<br></div><div dir="ltr">folk. There were raiders from the east who devastated settlements during<br></div><div dir="ltr">the day, and the once mighty Lunar Army was nowhere to be seen. At night,<br></div><div dir="ltr">without the red glow in the heavens, trolls of darkness and chaos<br></div><div dir="ltr">monstrosities were abound everywhere. Although these people were hardy<br></div><div dir="ltr">settlers, they were but farmers and it had all become too much for them<br></div><div dir="ltr">when their eldest son was raped and abducted by a band of broo. A return<br></div><div dir="ltr">to their home in the Oraya Sultanate was their only option.<br></div><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div dir="ltr">The Fellowship took pity on these refugees and continued on their journey.<br></div><div dir="ltr">What few settlements remained barred their doors and extinguished all<br></div><div dir="ltr">lights at night, huddled in fear at what monsters would appear in the<br></div><div dir="ltr">darkness. Yet among all this, somethig shone in the distance. On the Sky<br></div><div dir="ltr">King Mountains, there were bright sparkling lights, standing out like a<br></div><div dir="ltr">beacon among the dark evenings. The Fellowship took council among<br></div><div dir="ltr">themselves for the next leg of their journey.<br></div><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div dir="ltr">-- <br></div><div dir="ltr">Lev Lafayette, BA (Hons), GradCertTerAdEd (Murdoch), GradCertPM, MBA (Tech<br></div><div dir="ltr">Mngmnt) (Chifley)<br></div><div dir="ltr">mobile: 0432 255 208<br></div><div dir="ltr">RFC 1855 Netiquette Guidelines<br></div><div dir="ltr"><a href="http://www.ietf.org/rfc/rfc1855.txt" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">http://www.ietf.org/rfc/rfc1855.txt</a><br></div><div dir="ltr"><a href="http://www.quicksales.com.au/shop/RPG-Review.aspx" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">http://www.quicksales.com.au/shop/RPG-Review.aspx</a><br></div><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div dir="ltr">_______________________________________________<br></div><div dir="ltr">Ignorance mailing list<br></div><div dir="ltr"><a href="mailto:Ignorance@mimesisrpg.com" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">Ignorance@mimesisrpg.com</a><br></div><div dir="ltr"><a href="http://mail.mimesisrpg.com/mailman/listinfo/ignorance_mimesisrpg.com" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">http://mail.mimesisrpg.com/mailman/listinfo/ignorance_mimesisrpg.com</a><br></div></div>
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