3. UNBANNED

UNBANNED


  • those responsible for the last comment have been sacked. it was untrue


  • with one swift stroke of his axe, Dwin leaps into the air and removes Grags head from his neck


  • _the General and the Union Leader can be heard shouting at each other in between the crafting hall and the Legion HQ_


  • rumors slowly seep into public that the fine wasn't even paid, that the general and the necromancer came to some sort of agreement and instead some minor magical trinket, a fraction of the value of the fine, was given instead…


  • "Criticize the Legion all you like. We're used to it. You can thank us for keeping the walls standing later."

  • S
    Legion

    General listens ot Dwins words and tells him his office now! Mutters about ungratefull people and their lack of vision

  • Z

    After voicing his protest to General Grag, Damian Colten has been seen wandering the town in a state of depression and anxiety.


  • I dunno why any o' you are surprised.

    It seems that the corruption that we used to assign only to bard-town has crept further south, possibly in the form of a tiny dancer/advisor.

    shrugs and spits

    The legion is a shadow of what it once was. I am saddened for the Troff's that once lent it their name. What was once an honor, is now a disgrace.

    I been double an triple crossed by folks that I have stood next to in battle and at the ale-house.

    shakes head sadly

    There aint nuthin left of honor… now its all about fillin' their pockets. I ask this:

    How much longer should we, the Jiyyd Council and the citizens therein, allow them to take advantage of our town?


  • …...

    I want to believe that grag isn't an idiot. Maybe he just didn't HEAR about the rampant slaughter and threats....


  • After hearing of the 'news', Kara is seen with an almost permenantly set scowl as she stalks towards the legion base to look for Grag, fully armoured and resting a hand around the hilt of her hand and a half blade. Her anger in the matter is clear.

  • ICC

    ::mutters to himself while in the inn drinking an ale and eating his dinner::

    Kill'n folk dinnea matter Ah s'pose, long as ye got a deep coinpurse an can pay in gold fer yer deeds. Whut's dis place comin' too?

    ::Stuffs a roll in his mouth and washes it down with a long pull from his tall mug::


  • Cike just shakes his head and walks out of Jiyyd towards the Rom Camp