“To: The King of Falton
From: Martin “Trailsniffer” Cornwall – Head Scout of Falton
Your Eminence,
You will NOT believe what the Duke of Florjany said to Baroness Scorsanie’s mother! It was simply SCANDALOUS! He said that… Well, it would be better in person. I’ll tell you when I get back.
IF I GET BACK! Your honor, I send you valuable information, for it has been paid for by the lives of many good men and women. Half of my scouts have been lost during this expedition, and I fear for the lives of those who remain. As per your orders, we were attempting to gather information on the barbarian tribe known as the ‘Warboys’. Near Florjany, we discovered their camp. I sent my two best men ahead to scout out the camp. When they didn’t return, we all proceeded stealthily to see what was wrong. None of us made a single sound, not a single leaf crunched under our feet. Despite this, we never made it to the camp. By the time we heard the war drums and the cried of ‘VALHALLA!’, the Warboys were upon us. Whether we were attacked by five or by fifty, I cannot say. They moved through the trees like panthers, and their strikes were as swift as the lightning. As quickly as they came they were gone, else none of us would have survived. A single order from their leader gave instant halt to the onslaught, and they immediately disappeared into the woods. In the vicious melee, we learned of their fury and their devotion to their leader, whom they called ‘The Immortan Leafskull’. They followed his orders without hesitation or thought, regardless of the danger to themselves.
But, I’m not one to be a Debbie Downer, so I’ll end with a joke: What do you call a mosquito in a tin suit? A bite in shining armor! HAHA!
I pray this message makes it to Falton. I also pray that our fair city can withstand the oncoming AAAAAAAArrrrghhhhhhghh……”
A Notice to Fallton
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Lords and ladies, as you may be aware, the scouting expedition I recently sent out to hunt for the remnants of our… wolfish… adversaries has not returned. I received a letter not but a few hours ago from one of my scouts that he and his entire party had been wiped out by a band of so-called “Warboys”.
Good citizens, like you, I desire nothing more than rest after our latest escapades. I am tired from my quests, from battle, and from dealing with the threats of Rome. I looked forward to a peaceful summer with all of you, my friends.. nay, my family. However, these Warboys have shattered those dreams.
We have been through so much together. I was but a newcomer to your town a year ago, and I was welcomed warmly into the of this town nonetheless. Now, even though I have found myself in power, I do not consider myself your king but your fellow. I shall lead by walking beside you, as I always have. And I say we shall not stand for this brutal, cold-blooded killing of our countrymen! If you will stand with me, we will once again take up arms in defense of our town. In our history, we have defeated every threat that came – the Empire of Gilder, the Bandit incursion, and even a pack of werewolves.
We shall not let this injustice stand! We are stronger than this band of Warboys, and we shall let them know this. They will regret this act of war, and I swear to you all on the graves of my parents that they shall rue having killed our comrades in the Northern Wastes. They threaten come to us now?
I say let them come! Fallton shall stand as it always has, and neither its fortifications nor its warriors shall fall. Fallton shall survive! If these heathens wish to see Valhalla, then we shall certainly ensure they reach its halls.
Huzzah, and may I see you all on the battlefield. To glory and honor!
– Cole Van Helsing
A giant Huzzah!
Dear King of falton,
It is I your friend, Empress Caine. I hail from the City State of Sparta. My home has been harassed by these same war boys that come to you know. I am here to help your people to not meet the fate my pepole have. I owe it to those of my people who were murdered out of cold blood. Please let me avenge my people.
Yours truly,
Empress Caine
Empress-
‘Twould be mine honor to fight alongside you in order to avenge ourselves against these barbarians. With the help of you and your troops, there is no way we cannot prevail. I look forward to meeting you at Fallton – hopefully soon, to strategize.
– Cole
Out of curiosity, did anyone film the Play about Lord Harding and the Ice Dragon? I missed it 🙁
Yes. I haven’t watched it yet, but Queen Anne said she recorded it. We are going to make videos available from the download page at some point, so we’ll be sure to post it.
@ Nicholas V:
If he died while writing it, how could he have sent it? Unless he was using Torchlight’s Web of Ether, which is entirely possible.
Maybe he was dictating it, or perhaps he meant something else, like Camaarrg. I think that’s in France.
Entirely possible.
Barbarians??? DDDD: Oh dear I hope he’s alright… I would have asked him if I could use that joke it’s a very good one! I will have to write it down as soon as I am able… I hope he wasn’t badly hurt D:
What is that? Did he die while writing it?