An oddly dressed runner



  • _My Lord and Master, the Great Wizard of Acmedbullistan is offering a prize of gold for the craftiest, strongest, wisest of you all.
    To prove the worthiness, he holds a contest. A contest of skill! of bravery! of sheer and utter madness!

    To the winner will go a purse of 5000 gold!_

    The fancy dressed crier stops, takes a deep breath, looking a little dizzy

    My Lord and Master, the Great Wizard of Acmedbullistan will be at the Crossroads in 1 month to tell you of his grand contest rules and take all contestants. Bring your weapons, your skills, your complete lack of character! To the winner goeth the spoils!
    ( That will be Friday, May 9th, at 7pm eastern time)



  • Rescheduled for 8pm on the same day. One hour later