After my original attempt of creating a community fortress was all too suddenly ended(still angry) I have come up with a story that deals about 200 years later (eventho the calendar still sais 1051)
same deal as always, need 6 people to join, will embark tomorrow
if by then not enough people have joined, they can still join, but won't be able to pick their proffesion
Akroma's log 20th Obsidian 1251
The world I lived in is no more. For hundreds of years elven scientists warned us, that burning too much bitumous coal in our furnaces would cause the everlasting dimension of oracles to heat up, but we never believed them.
Who would believe these pointy-eared treehuggers anyway ?
Me neither
But our caravan returned with strangest sightings, and more importanly, new maps.
The world is no longer changing, the world HAS changed.
Where there were once mountains, flatland is roaming, where there once were glaciers are now jungles filled with elven scum.
Ages have passed since the events that occured at the black lake, but never shall I be granted the mercy of forgettfullness. Haunted by the song of the undead, I purchased one of the new maps, and it is hard to overstate my astonishment. The whole lake has dried down, nothing is left of the huge masses of liquid obsidian.
The new information has risen my sence for adventure.
I always wanted to complete my research about the undead, and I won't let this opportunity pass.
I shall gaver a small group of adventurers and board the next caravan, once we pass the desert we shall simply split from the group and strike the earth.
I still have a bet to win...
[ December 17, 2007: Message edited by: Akroma ]
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Topic: Zareth Mosos, The desert of tragedy (Read 6571 times)