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[Captain Mayday]

Here are my first 3 attempts.
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In the blighted land of Omon Tosi, one man stood out above the rest.
One man, having lost everything, has taken up arms.
That man is Ekul Donuqueh, and this is his story.
** Skills: Hammerman 12, Wrestler 10.

Date: 20th of Granite, 1053.
I came to this sad little coastal town, Gicastama, in the hopes of finding some sense of purpose. Maybe by helping the people of this town, I can put my own problems behind me. I can only hope.

I greeted the first person I saw, a Guard named Sota. I had him give me a rundown on the surroundings of this town. Apparently the town is in the middle of a plain, home to giant predators of all types.
I didn't see any on my way in, so I hope they are not too prevalent.
Why anyone would build a town in such an inhospitable location is beyond me.
Sota directed me to the Mayor and I bid him farewell.

I found the Mayor in the inn, amid a horde of drunks. What sort of Mayor was he to be spending his time thusly? Not a very good one, I think.
I approached him, looking for work. He made me buy him a drink before he'd even think about my request.
In the end, he advised me there were no problems in this little town. He suggested I travel south if I wanted my fill of adventure. At the mere promise of adventure, the eavesdropping Drunks Jal and Ado demanded to join me.
I figure they may come in handy if they ever sober up.
We began the trek south.

23rd of Granite, 1053.
A Giant Scorpion! If there are no more entries, you, dear reader, will know the cause of my demise! It comes for us!
**Blood soaks the rest of the page**

Game log (the relevant part):
The giant desert scorpion attacks You but You jump away!
You bash The giant desert scorpion in the left pincer with your bronze war hammer!
The shot glances away.
The giant desert scorpion charges at You!
The giant desert scorpion attacks You but You jump away!
The giant desert scorpion misses You!
You miss The giant desert scorpion!
The giant desert scorpion stings You in the upper body!
It is pierced!
Your heart has been pierced!
You feel numb!
You are feeling sluggish!
The giant desert scorpion stings You in the left upper leg!
It is badly pierced!
You feel even more numb!
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Things really went downhill after that. The giant scorpion was barely injured, while all three of the 'heroes' were struck down in succession.
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In the land of Cadopesor, one man had had enough. It was time to say a firm 'No!' to the evil which threatened the world.
Taking up his pike, he headed into the nearby town looking for a way to help.
That man was Furi Cathiape, and this is his story.
** Skills: Pikeman 12, Armor user 8, Wrestler 8.

7th of Slate, 1053.
I find myself in the town of Jirdarmad, as I have many times before.
This time is different, though. I am not here to shop, or perform the duties of a guard. I plan on saving this town from what threatens it. Today I will speak to the Mayor!

On the way I met with the swordsman Ilum Oziizrol. I inspired him with my plan, and he agreed to join me. We met with Mayor Tislurerod, spending his free time, as usual, in the inn. Asking him how we could serve, I saw a glint in his eye.
He requested we slay a cyclops to the southeast, named Vera Thoserfibe in a place called Zokunthol.
We agreed, and the drunks Bikda and Artuk decided to come with us. They will probably die a glorious death, but I don't mind.
Leaving town, we headed southeast.

8th of Slate, 1053.
We have arrived at Zokunthol. We waited for the light of day before beginning our hunt. Hopefully, I will be writing this diary again.

8th of Slate, 1053.
We are victorious! I myself struck the killing blow!
We could not have asked for a better outcome. Although we were beset by ratmen and the Cyclops himself, we came through without any deaths.
Surely they will hail our names on our return.

9th of Slate, 1053.
Our tale inspired another swordsman, Otir, to join us!
The Mayor was also impressed, and tasked us with another quest. Another cyclops! This one to the northwest, in a place called Ana Espo. His name is Sat Imkethisir, and he's as good as dead!

10th of Slate, 1053.
We approached under cover of darkness. If this is my last entry, you will know why.

10th of Slate, 1053.
So much blood! The cyclops was on us almost immediately, surrounded by naked mold dogs, and vile ratmen. In spite of this, I slew the monster, but we lost Bikda and Artuk whilst making our escape.

11th of Slate, 1053.
The mayor was delighted at the news, though was saddened by the losses we took.
However, he has given us a new quest.
An ancient ruin to the southwest. Gulgudbengel. A known place of the restless dead. Apparently a more powerful member of their kind, Stralir Okoramac the Axe Lord, has been whipping them into a frenzy.

12th of Slate, 1053.
Under cover of night we approached the ruins. A ghastly mistake I fear. Already we fight for our lives!
... Dawn has finally broken, and only Ilum remains at my side. Otir has disappeared somewhere. I pray he is safe.
... Even as I finish writing this, we find Otir. Badly wounded, but very much alive. He isn't hurt so badly he won't heal, but it would be unfair to continue while he is in this condition.

13th of Slate, 1053.
We have made camp in the surrounding hills, waiting for Otir to get better.
For the time being, this will be our home.

13th of Slate, 1053.
Otir has elected not to continue with us. I do not know where he is going, for he remained tightlipped. We, however, shall resume our quest.

13th of Slate, 1053.
We arrived back at the ruins to the sound of battle! Otir is here, enraged at the undead horde which injured him!
... I was unable to save Otir. Ilum died to the savage attacks of the Axe Lord, carved up into so many pieces before I slew the monster!
I am badly injured... the horde is restless! There are so many!
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Furi died after being savaged by a large number of undead, after having half his limbs crippled and being unable to run away.
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Amongst the Elves of Libaricote, she was an oddity.
Not entirely at peace with nature, she saw many of its creatures as a Blight.
Taking up her sword, she was determined to forge her name into the history books. That name was Vicira Pariamala.
Skills: Swordsman 10, Shield user 6, Armor user 9, Wrestler 9.

26th of Slate, 1053.
I have determined to go to the Druid and demand a quest. I'm sure he'll understand my need to preserve our forests from the evils that lurk without.
Ola, my cousin, the Spearman, has joined me. He will be very welcome in our quest, as will Lulo, my cousin's wife. A very sound shot with a bow.

1st of Felsite, 1053.
We have travelled to the capital to meet with the Druid. After resting ourselves, we spoke to the Druid.
The Druid, in his wisdom, advised us to go Northeast, to the goblin fortress Stozustrogag, and slay Nako the Goblin child. How slaying a child will help the world at all, is beyond me, but I'm sure the Druid must know what he's doing.

2nd of Felsite, 1053.
We have reached the fortress. The place is bathed in blood and corpses. Clearly someone has done a number on it. The corpses are rotten, and untouched. What did this?
... Good grief, they set a Troll on us! A goblin maceman attacked us from the rear as we fought it. Fortunately, we were too skilled for them, and bested them handily.
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After that, resistance grew incredibly strong. Goblins were literally pouring out of every corner. Vicira was the last to die, whilst trying in vain to save Lulo.

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[Captain Mayday]

The goblins fortress was actually the same one that 4bh0r53n's Nisa visited.
It will be nicely softened up for whoever makes the next attempt.

[Captain Mayday]

To live by the sword, to die by the sword. That is the way of the swordsmen of Damsologeanthath.
One such swordsman was Ared Jalosman. A mighty warrior. A warrior with a big sword, a loincloth, and not much else.
Skills: Swordsman 13, Wrestler 9

22nd of Felsite.
I have arrived in Dunemdothan. It is time for my rite of passage. A series of quests, by which to prove myself!This town borders on the very frontier of evil, an ideal choice for adventure!

I journeyed to the Inn, where I found Mayor Nebo, who had the enlightened outlook that being drunk all the time was wonderful.
We struck up a friendship, and he asked me to slay an Ettin for him.
Delighted at this first task, I accepted!
Two of his drinking associates have decided to join me. While they will probably just get in the way, I can't help but feel that they may get in the way of things that would otherwise be attacking me. I took them up on their generous offer! Their names are Medi Rabinuse, and Mas Erthokote.

22nd of Felsite.
We reached the site before days end. Quietly now, we creep into the beasts lair!
...We met the creature, who declared itself as Uz Sluxngok. Its introduction was as short as the fight. I slew the creature, hacking of body part after body part until it moved no more!
Now we shall return, to feast!

23nd of Felsite.
A new day. A new quest. The Mayor, impressed with my work so far, enlisted my help in removing a Minotaur, based in the Northeast.
I set off immediately!

24th of Felsite.
We arrive in broad daylight. I have never faced a minotaur before, admittedly, but it cannot be more dangerous than the ettin I slew singlehandedly!
Into the shadows we go, in search of glory!
... once again I am victorious, though today's victory is grim. My compatriots lay dead in that tomb of stone, torn limb from limb as I fought for my own life, struggling against a moving statue of solid iron.
In the end I was nearly overcome by their sheer numbers, but I prevailed, and bear a valuable statue back to town.

26th of Felsite.
I am back in town. I have sold the statue and, to be honest, the weight of the coin is far easier to bear than the weight of the statue.
The Mayor advises me that I have solved all their problems. Looks like I am to travel again.

26th of Felsite.
Another day, another town. This one is named Roshuard.
The mayor of this town asked me to kill another Minotaur.
The Drunks of the town, courageous while not sober, offered to help. I declined, such amatuer help would only end in disaster for them.

1st of Hematite.
I have arrived at the lair of the beast. On my return, I shall update this diary once more with my glorious victory details.
... the minotaur was waiting for me. As though he thought he could beat me.
I smashed him to a bloody pulp. This kind of work turns my stomach, it's like beating children. Clearly I need a greater challenge.

1st of Hematite.
Quite the day trip. I have returned to town, and have visited the Mayor.
Yet again, he has given me the business of killing a minotaur. Seriously, people around here need to be less friendly with livestock.

2nd of Hematite.
Once again, I have reached the beasts lair.
I expect little resistance. I'm quickly gathering a distaste for such simple work.
... it was expected, only worse. Resistance was utterly futile. The few monsters I encountered en route made a terrible mistake in confronting me, and the minotaur itself was dealt with handily.

3rd of Hematite.
I have returned to Roshaurde, their hero. I am now known amongst them as Ared Jalosman Atlelthram Kethi, or Ared Jalosman, the Rough Persausion of Youths.
I don't approve of the name, but what can you do?
The mayor was ecstatic, but was unable to give me any more work.
But that's fine, his trifling tasks are no match for me, and I don't feel I have earned any heroic titular.
Instead, I will head for the capital, to see the King, and gain a great Quest!

5th of Hematite.
I have arrived in the capital, Ashroime, and am about to set foot in the keep to see the King! I am surprised at his willingness to see me, but I guess news travels fast about the new hero in the area.
... Another Ettin. How aggravating. I will perform the quest, but only as a prerequisite to greater tasks yet.

6th of Hematite.
This is the second time a monster has been waiting for me.
I dealt with the Ettin, but the way I was ambushed by his cronies... something foreboding is in the air, I think. He very nearly got me, with the help of his 'friends'. Some of them even chased me after I had killed their master, trying to hunt me down. They were slain, but something really wants me out of the way.

8th of Hematite.
I have spoken to the king once again, and I have finally got a task worthy of me.
Of all things, I have been asked to slay a Hydra. For this I will need some comrades to give me some room to work.
... I have gathered a few good men. Perad the Axeman, Cor the Maceman, Ile the Maceman, and Posek the Spearman. Surely with their assistance, I can slay this beast.
We departed as night fell, eager to do our glorious work.

9th of Hematite.
We arrived under cover of night. We set to work immediately. I have heard that Hydras are diurnal, so we'll see how true that is! Maybe we can catch it napping!
... Damn, the Hydra got the drop on us, we were swamped by its minions as it tore poor Perad's head off, and then attacked me.
With a single stroke of my sword, I sliced through several of its arteries, sending it into shock. I took the opportunity to deal with the swarms of enemies filling the room.

Our force has been sundered, and although I am perfectly fine, Cor and Ile are badly beaten. Both insist they can go on, though Cor can barely walk.
I admire them for their spirit.

11th of Hematite.
Finally we have made it back to town. The King was very impressed, but apologetic about the minor task he had in store for us next.
A skeletal spearmaster, far to the south. A task far beneath a hydra-slayer, but necessarry, the undead horde must not be allowed to break upon the world.

13th of Hematite.
I hate the undead with renewed passion. Ile and Cor lay dead, I would set a fire to consume all this, but this place has nothing to burn. The spearmaster we hunted has disappeared for the moment.
I still seek him out, the murderer of Cor.
... I found the bastard, and put an end to him.

18th of Hematite.
The King has given me another mission, this time a skeletal axe lord. From now on I work alone.

21st of Hematite.
The animals are more aggressive than usual. I wonder why.

27th of Hematite.
The animals are out of control. As I wander to meet the axe lord in battle, I am beset at all sides by all manner of beast. I have little difficult dispatching them, but it can easily boil down to a single lucky strike.

16th of Malachite.
I have finally found my way to the vaguely described place the King told me to go to. All that remains is for me to seek out this Axe Lord.

19th of Malachite.
The Axe Lord was insultingly easy to defeat. The undead horde proved more of a challenge, but only just. I have noticed the animals returning to normal however. I wonder why they kept attacking me?
The King has bade me to defeat a skeletal mace lord. I have told him that this will be my last quest in his service. I plan to retire on the vast fortune he now owes me.

22nd of Malachite.
The final showdown of my adventuring career. I had hoped that it would be more spectacular, but I suppose after a Hydra, nothing really measures up.

26th of Malachite.
Back in Ashriome. The King greeted my return with a great Banquet, and declared that I was free to stay as long as I like.
It's time for this hero to hang up his sword, at least until the itch for adventure returns.
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Ared has been retired, since pretty much anything in his way got smashed, and I couldn't locate anything huge.
If you want him on your team, travel to Wardears (Ashroime).
Interesting note: Ared was almost killed by a lone Grizzly bear on the way to his final battle.

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[Captain Mayday]

The Axedwarves of Shinfeb are known for their ferocity.
This is the story of Tobul Dodokamud, one such Axedwarf.
Skills: Talented Axedwarf, Novice Shield user, Skilled Armor user, Competent wrestler.

11th of Galena. 1053.
Dear Diary. I have arrived back home in Edimthikut, after finishing my official training at the top of my class. There's word that the Queen has special work for me. I can hardly wait to honor my clan!
I shall travel to the Capital immediately.
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Tobul was killed by a pack of harpies en route to the capital, at an unknown date.
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This is the story of another such Axedwarf, named Led Ledmatul.
Skills: Adept Axedwarf. Competent armor user. Competent Wrestler.

1st of Limestone. 1053.
Oh, journal of mine. Grim news from the north. One of our brethren has been found dead, butchered by those fiendish harpies. They said he had the makings of a hero, but was struck down by overwhelming force.
It seems that once more I feel the need to don my armor and swing my axe. I shall set off for the capital as soon as I gather my Comrades, the lady Inod, a Hammerdwarf of great virtue, the mighty As, a Macedwarf of great courage, the stern Zon, an Axedwarf of great determination, and the lighthearted Reg, a Marksdwarf of impeccable aim.

8th of Limestone.
Oh, journal of mine, we have finally reached our destination after many days. Some harpies accosted us on the way and did me an injury, but I'm the one who still lives, so its not all bad news.
We met with Queen Besmar, the jewel of our nation, and beseeched her for a quest. In her great compassion, she has awarded us a task most vital. The slaying of a foul hydra.
We depart immediately for its lair!

8th of Limestone.
We have arrived at night. It is said that Hydras are diurnal, so we'll see how that goes for us. Maybe we'll catch him napping!
... We caught him napping! So surprised was he by our onslaught that he barely mounted a defence at all. I'm aware we got lucky on this one, but by Armok it was thrilling.

9th of Limestone.
Back in the Capital, the Queen lavished praise on us for our heroic work.
Her next task for us was to slay an undead human pikemaster. I have no idea why the humans so adored their necromantic magics, but here is a perfect example of why they are bad.
The undead menace must be stopped. We set out immediately.

11th of Limestone.
It barely seems useful writing about our victory today, so easy was it. We swarmed them and took them down with ease.

12th of Limestone.
Once again we have gained the Queen's good graces. Again, she told us of an undead menace. This time an undead human swordmaster. I swear, those humans will be the end of us all!

15th of Limestone.
Another simple task. It is our duty to do these things, but I wonder if it would not be better for some regular soldiers to do the work. We are clearly capable of greater things, as evidenced by our run in with the Hydra.

18th of Limestone.
Again, the Queen has praised our actions. Again, the task is an undead human.

21st of Limestone.
*teardrops stain this entry*
Disaster. My friends are all dead. My axe and shield are gone, stolen by the undead who then turned them upon us. I barely escaped, dragging my broken body into hiding while they finished off Zon, last of my comrades.
I only live for vengeance now. They will be destroyed. All of them.

24th of Limestone.
It was impossible for me to defeat the horde with just the bone I held to defend myself with. It was equally impossible for me to locate an axe in that necropolis. I have finally returned to the capital, where I am being nursed back to health, ripe for vengeance.

9th of Sandstone.
My body, hardy as it is, has healed in no time.
Amazingly, my search for a tradesman in this fortress ended in vain. It seems the capital is useless for anything but tasking us with suicide missions.
To that end I must journey to the humans lands, and trade what little I have for their weaponry.
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Led met an ignomious death at the savage teeth of a giant leopard
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Nedorbehal, a country known for its mighty Hammermen.
This is the tale of Osman Torudma, one such hammerman.
Skills: Adept Hammerman, Competent Armor user and Wrestler.

28th of Sandstone, 1053
Ah, a lovely warm day in Ersiona. The mayor has requested I meet him at the inn for a drink and a chat. I wonder what he wants.
... It's as grim as that, then. It appears that I'm the only one left in our backwater village who can save us. An Ettin threatens us all, and my task is to destroy it. May Armok watch over me.
While I have been away, things have gotten desperate. Our guards have all vanished. Mothers and Fathers have disappeared. Our town has many children, but only a few adults. This has to end. It already spells doom for our town, but maybe I can enact revenge.

1st of Timber.
I have arrived at the beast's lair. Time for action!
*The rest of the diary is soaked in blood*
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Osman was struck down by a giant toad that got the drop on him.

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[Captain Mayday]

Ared takes up the sword once more.

14th of Timber, 1053.
I had imagined my respite would take longer, but here I am again, taking up the sword. The King has begged my assistance in a matter he is otherwise unable to take care of.
Once again, an undead menace threatens us. Evidently he intends me to clear out the threat for the entire country.

18th of Timber, 1053.
I have arrived at night. I no longer care for the time of day when completing such childish tasks.
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Amazingly, Ared was beaten by just a handful of skeletons. One got a lucky hit in, which goes to show, no matter how buff you think you are, something can always go wrong.

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[Kirby 1928]

I've just been having plenty of fun playing around with the Adventure mode recently, so I'd love to be part of it.

[ September 04, 2007: Message edited by: Kirby 1928 ]

[Captain Mayday]

In Jasmukomon Cado, Wrestling was more than a simple pastime, it was more like a social event. As such, the country had many great wrestlers, all seeking to prove their strength.
One such man was Dik Arinmata.
Skills: Accomplished Wrestler.

3rd of Moonstone, 1053.
I have arrived in Aquosoti! This town has surely never seen MY like in some time.
I will prove who is the strongest in the land! And then I can have all that my heart desires! Haha!!!!!!
The Mayor has demanded that I slay a pesky ettin that has been bothering them! It shall surely prove no challenge!
The swordsman Cani, and the Maceman Kul, have been inspired by my strength, and seek to join me. Despite weapons being a show of weakness, I have allowed their request, in the hopes that maybe they will learn something and become proper men.

4th of Moonstone.
We have arrived at the beasts lair! This should prove amusing!
... Kul proved his weakness today! He foolishly sought battle with the Ettin on its own terms, and soon found his body shattered and his soul set free. Cani very nearly did the same, and had I not intervened, his soul would surely be free as well.
I bested the Ettin with no harm to myself. I am amazing!

5th of Moonstone.
We return to Aquosoti. Despite his incompetence, I have little doubt Kul will receive a hero's funeral, especially after Cani's embellishment.
As the Mayor has no more work for us, I am travelling to the capital. Perhaps there I will find a challenge worthy of my strength.

9th of Moonstone.
Today I arrived at the capital and met with the King. Clearly he seeks to test my skills before putting me on a real quest, as he has sent me after some paltry undead.
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That was the last entry by Dik, on account of him being wrestled to death by Skeletons during the quest.
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Staddatenilbehal, a land protected from war by having a name too difficult for anyone to pronounce. And yet it is menaced by creatures of terrible nature.
Pak Apugemtha, a wily rogue, has been summoned to do battle with these dastardly beasts.
Skills: Novice Wrestler, Talented Ambusher, Talented Thrower.

22nd of Moonstone, 1053.
I stumbled into the town of Romorostfen, frozen out of my wits. It was mild when I left my home yesterday, but a blizzard changed all that.
I hurried to the Inn, where a fire was blazing.
Unfortunately, the Mayor of the town was there with his guards.
"Hello there, Pak." he says, grinning. There was no warmth in that smile, the man new who I was and undoubtedly knew of my criminal history.
The conversation went cold, as cold as the bitter wind howling outside.
The Mayor advised me that I would be required to perform services for the community, to make up for my crimes.
I had little choice but to accept his 'kind offer'.
To my increasing horror, he outlined the job he had in mind. He wanted me to kill a cyclops.
It seemed I faced certain death whether I accepted or refused.
But a light maybe gleamed at the end of the tunnel. I asked him if I could take some allies.
He laughed, of course, and told me that if I could convince someone to accompany me on THIS venture, I could certainly take them.
It was obvious he thought I would be unable to get any help.
And then he departed, leaving me to my drink.

In the end, I convinced only a few frequent patrons of the inn to join me. Istro, Posek and Sana. I hope they'll be more help than hindrance.
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That was the last anybody ever heard from any of the four.
They were actually overwhelmed by 2 giant bats, a batman, a giant rat and a trog, all attacking at once.

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[Captain Mayday]

Striding into Staddatenilbehal, a barbarian warrior, his muscles make up for what his brain lacks. Stupidity or Courage, in either case he has vowed to rid the land of the threats that ail it.
His name is Ur Apuari.
Skills: Professional Swordsman. Wrestler.

8th of Opal
This place crappy. Nearly killed by werewolf in epic battle on way in.
Ur is cold. This place freezing. Would like more clothes, but would be against will of gods. Asked Gods why they so mean, they just say it  would be breaking a classical paradigm. Whatever that mean.
Place name is Kethiabe. Not visit here on holiday again.

Will travel to warmer climates.
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Ur was savaged by a pack of wolves while attempting to reach a warmer climate.
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Another barbarian, this one an axeman in Staddatenilbehal.
His name: Das Ozijal.
His skills: Adept Axeman. Proficient Wrestler.

13th of Obsidian.
My retarded cousin Ur was said to be in this area. Why must I be the one sent to find him?
In any case, it has been quite some time since we heard from him, and my cousin's wife frets. I think maybe I shall just enjoy the countryside instead, say I looked for him but heard reports of his death, then go home and enjoy his wife. Sounds like a plan to me.

18th of Obsidian.
I saw a weapon I just had to have. With that in mind I have stolen it in the night, fleeing the city with my prize.

19th of Obsidian.
I have reached the town of Darmadcuthroz. Apparently my cousin came through here at some stage. They don't appear to like barbarians much, and they shun me at every turn. To spite them, I stole from them as well.

20th of Obsidian
I have decided to try and hunt my cousin down after all. I have arrived in Thrunited, a pissant town, with few no qualities.
They refused me shelter in the night, even in such weather as this!

Forced to fend for myself, I have lit a fire, outside one of their buildings, in the hope it will shield me from the wind somewhat.

... This place is cursed! Even as I write, the freezing winds freeze the inhabitants solid around me! I must flee at once, to save myself!
If this is my last entry, you will know the cause of my demise!

21st of Obsidian
I have made it to the next town onward. Itvidbusbel. I fear it may suffer the same curse.
It makes me wonder, are all these towns cursed by the wintergod, or am I the one cursed, bringing deadly cold from place to place?
The cold drains my sanity I fear, and I must find warmth.
Ur would say something crazy like wearing all these clothes breaks our classical paradigm, but to hells with that! I plan on surviving, even if all those around me fall!

22nd of Obsidian.
I have moved on to Onalide. The cold moves with me. Everlasting frost permeates my existance. As the harbinger of doom, you'd expect something a little more glamorous. Instead... this.
I have stolen clothes from those frozen by the curse. Their dead eyes damn me for it, but what can I do?

23rd of Obsidian.
I cannot go on like this. My curse has slain countless citizens, and I must hide myself away.
I have found a cave nearby, and it is there I shall spend my time trying to decide what to do.
I have named this place Vinenalitheme Nire, after a girl I used to know.
The caves occupants are putting up quite the fight, but they stand little chance against a seasoned warrior such as myself.
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Thus ends the saga of Das.
An Ettin, the owner of the cave, took offence at his presence and evicted him from life.
If you ever visit Staddatenilbehal, seek out Vinenalitheme Nire, if you wish for a most dangerous challenge.

Also, I didn't actually mean for all those towns to die. It's the bug where it's so cold everyone in the city dies from having their feet frozen off.

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[Lightning4]

Been practicing adventure mode a bit and I'm getting the hang of it, sign me up!

[Captain Mayday]

Damsologeanthath. The country with the rolling hills and a name that rolls off the tongue.
It's people are a tenacious breed, one such man was Uthret Kashmezaro, a mighty axe-wielding hero-type, with lots of muscles, and little armour.
His hobbies include breaking things, fighting things, fighting things before breaking them, and breaking things before fighting them.
In other words, a man of limited scope.
Skills: Expert Axeman, Skilled Wrestler.

8th of Granite
I have arrived in Kafitdurpul. The people here seem unimpressed by my might.
There does not appear to be anyone here capable of putting up enough of a fight to prove my strength against, so I have determined to ask the mayor if he has a task to test my strength and courage!
... The Mayor has bade me to kill an Ettin. I have invited some of the local citizens along to watch the show!

9th of Granite
I succeeded brilliantly. Unfortunately, the fools I took with me joined in on the fight, and one of them lost his life to a mere minion! Deplorable!
I will send his family an insulting letter, and have detailed to them how to raise their sons to be strong!

11th of Granite
Back in town, I spoke to the mayor after posting the letter. He thanked me for my efforts, but sadly could not provide me with further work. On to the next town, then!

20th of Granite.
It has been some time since I wrote in this diary.
The men of Kafitdurpul who accompanied me to the Ettin's lair have elected to stay with me. We have made our way to the south west, and find ourselves in the border town of Bikdaathis.
There hasn't been much call for heroes since Ared wiped out most of the monsters in the area, but he never came this far south to my knowledge, and he's dead now in any case.
... After speaking to the Mayor, it appears I was right. This area has been plagued by a giant. I told the mayor he could consider his problem solved, and he was delighted.

Some of the townspeople here decided it would be a pretty neat idea to join me, and see my skill in battle. It worked out mostly okay the last time we tried that, so I gave the okay.

21st of Granite.
We arrive in the evening, and by the Gods, is it freezing?
It's so cold my paradigm has nearly frozen off. Maybe I should wear more clothes?
But still, a clouded sky, snowing gently... who could ask for a better backdrop for an epic battle?
... Not quite the epic battle I had in mind. Only two of my observers made it out alive. I cut off the giant's head as the killing blow, and intend to sell it to the highest bidder!
The sun has since set and it's even colder than it was before. It's thermal madness!

22nd of Granite.
We returned to town. Amazingly nobody was very interested in having a giant's severed head. I have resolved to simply enjoy it for my own sake.
To my surprise, my next task was also a giant. The Mayor really does have a giant problem.
... We have arrived at night. The stars are out, and the moon is nearing fullness. Not as cold as the last place either.
... We overcame the monster without incident, although one of my compatriots nearly died from being eaten by a toad. I saved his life, however, and I'm sure he will think fondly of me for the rest of his crippled life!
Most enjoyably dawn broke while we were in that stony lair, bringing light and warmth with it!
My other compatriot advises me that his friend is not in fact crippled, but simply greviously injured. It appears I will have to carry him back to town.

23rd of Granite.
We return to town, reaching it in the wee hours of the morning.
We hung around in the freezing cold until the town woke up enough to let us in someplace near a fire.
Once more I spoke to the Mayor. Once more the task was giant-killing.
They better start calling me the giant killer or something. I wonder if I could get armour made from their bones? Worth investigating!

24th of Granite.
We reached the site and immediately set about finding the giant. However, we became seperated, and one of my compatriots was killed. I will never forget dear... whateverhisnamewas.
This battle was marginally more difficult, as I was fighting several other enemies while slaying the giant. In the end, I got a bunch of deep scratches, and they got even deeper ones, if you catch my drift. Ho Ho Ho!
That said, I very nearly succumbed to my injuries. They are particularly painful, but I have no doubt they should heal.
My other compatriot should live, but he has lost an eye, and is crippled. Surely he could find work as some sort of... thing.
In any case, we head back to town even greater heroes than before!

26th of Granite.
Some things are worse than death. Like having to listen to my compatriot piss and moan about having his eye clawed out while a beast was eating his face for breakfast. You think I get any gratitude? Hah!
The people of this town have given my a title! The Ageless Red Subtleties of Testing. I don't get it.
Apparently, that was the last of their troubles, so they've advised me to seek adventure elsewhere, as a mighty hero such as me surely cannot be shackled to such a small town. And I agree with them!
We travel onward!

1st of Slate.
We have arrived in Gilmel, the first town we reached in the neighbouring Kingdom of Omon Tosi. My compatriot is still not over the whole eye thing, and frequently fakes blacking out to try and elicit sympathy. He finds none!
I have been talking to the local citizenry. This is my first time in this country, and I want to know a bit about what I am saving.
I want to know how they think, what they want, whether they like giant severed heads, for example. Basically, I know nothing of this place, so I'm talking to as many people as I can like a damn tourist.

In any case, the mayor approached me quickly, and requested I slay an undead fiend. Happy to oblige, I told him of my might and courage until his eyes glazed over. Then we travelled!

2nd of Slate.
We have arrived. Lots of blood stains all around on the ground. Not the best sign of things to come.
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Uthret died when he was mobbed by about 10 normal undead, a skeletal pikemaster and a skeletal swordmaster. Incidentally, I think these guys also whacked a bunch of other adventurers.

[ September 06, 2007: Message edited by: Mayday ]

[Been]

Hmm... After reading about Mayday's character's epic adventures I'd quite like to take part in this.  I've only ever briefly played Adventurers mode though and my characters generally don't last too long, but hey, that just adds a bit more flavour to the world.

[Captain Mayday]

The Elves of Akeranarena had been done a mischief most foul, and their gentle souls cry out for vengeance. To fulfill this need, one of their best warriors, Lali Sabayarare came forward.
Skills: Proficient Spearman, Competent Shield user, Armor user and Wrestler, and Novice Thrower.

15th of Slate, 1054
I return home to find it in flames! The forest is alight! So many of our tree friends have perished! I must try to save them!

19th of Slate
The survivors are busy wondering why, and trying to lay blame. We lost many fine trees, and many fine elves, not to mention all the adorable animals, to the blaze.
The question demands an answer however, and as our own druid perished in the flames trying to protected her own, favorite tree, I will travel to the capital.
The others are trying to decide where to go. I agree with them, there is no living here now. This is a cursed place!

21st of Slate
I have reached the Capital, and have spoken with the Druid. She advised me that our enemy was some human skeletal pikemaster. I have my misgivings about why undead would light fires, but I will do as she directs for now.

22st of Slate
I have arrived at the site, alone, armed only with a spear. We'll see how that goes for me.
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It didn't go well.

[Captain Mayday]

I'm uploading a few hours early, as I have things to do. However, I really do suggest somebody look for that cave with the ettin that killed the character who was 'cursed by deathly cold'

[Captain Mayday]

Here's the link: Bloodylines

[Ioric Kittencuddler]

That was brilliant!