Post by Tristan Aleona on Jan 22, 2013 21:14:01 GMT -8
Break in Murder Case!
This morning 3 knights came across what they described as a homeless Elf near the body of missing knight Sven Roddriguez Nigel Samson the 11th.
Sir Sven, a noble knight was last seen in the company of a woman, trying to calm her down. When his comrades in arms left him, they did not know it would be the last time they would see him.
When Sir Sven's fellow knights went looking for him, they found a rather dirty Elf covered in his blood. When the knights detained the elf, he fought back using magic.
Before the knights had a chance to react, the woman from the other night, believed to be the last person to see Sven alive came forth. But this was no ordinary girl.
"It was that outlaw Tristan Aleona in a dress!" says Boris, one of the knights who found the body.
Tanis, another elf had this to say: "That Aleona has lost his marbles since his sister up and died on him. Now he's taken to running around in his sister's dresses and flirting with knights!"
The other knight Sir Frederick was killed by the unidentified mage.
The involvement of Tristan Aleona is of course a mild surprise. While he was a well known thief and duelist, murder was not among his crimes until recently. Aleona was believed dead after what appeared to be a scuffle involving magic near his home in Durmstaldt. The unidentified mage is believed to be an accomplice, helping Aleona fake his death for reasons we've yet to understand.
Meanwhile in Durmstaldt tensions rise towards magic. The city, while prosperous for it's black market in magic has also seen a lot of devastation from the arcane arts.
"First our cheese disappears, then two knights die and violence erupts in the streets! All from magic!" says outraged citizen of Durmstaldt, Hector Bummington.
Aleona and his elf accomplice were last seen in the woods outside of Durmstaldt. Any information on these two will be rewarded.
Chaos in Doronhal
After the events in Doronhal, the whole city has been placed on lockdown, but the assailant of two innocent children, believed to be a dwarven noble has not been found.
The dwarf claims to be from clan Bloodaxe, a respected noble family, currently on the throne in the Dwarven capital Gloreft.
Between allegations of theft and trade violations from the Elves and this new development, the Dwarven capital has declined to comment on any news until further notice.
The dwarf in question is described as short, bearded and possibly drunk.
Any information on the Dwarven assailant will be rewarded handsomely.
Ask Eugene
We all have questions, and only one man can answer them. The fair skinned dark elf himself: Eugene Maerar.
Us: Well Eugene, let me start off by saying you look... Darker.
Eugene: Yes, after voyaging in my native land my tan went away.
Us: I see. Well it's good to see you so jubilant.
Eugene: I don't know about jubilant, but I'm definitely in a good mood, let's answer some questions now shall we?
Us: If you would kindly do the honors of reading the first letter?
E: Sure thing. "Dear Eugene, you are a handsome drow and I think you are an amazing person. I know you didn't take my things, and everyone else should know that as well."
It seems to me we've gotten some fan mail mixed in with questions.
Us: Let me see.
"Dear Eugene,
Where have all my friends gone?
Sincerely, Zayed."
That's nothing like what you read.
Eugene: Maybe to the untrained eye, but if you look carefully at the paper, it is clearly fan mail. It's hidden with an ancient code I read about in a book somewhere.
Us: Wow, you really are a genius.
Eugene: Indeed, but in response to Zayed's question I have this to say. Sometimes things go missing. It could be anything, maybe they were stolen, maybe they went off because they got tired of being told they smell like someone who failed to wipe properly. However the most common thing is something I read in a book somewhere that being paranormal makes things disappear, it's some kind of paranoid activity. Your friends are probably there, you're just too paranormal for them to show themselves.
Us: Our next question comes from someone who chooses to remain anonymous.
"Dear Eugene,
How did you learn to be so eloquent? I just love the way you speak. I love everything about you. Sincerely, Anonymous. P.S. I'm hiding my name because I don't want your girlfriend the dementia summoner to find and kill me."
Eugene: Well miss mouse, firstly I don't think you need to fear my girlfriend, she's quite friendly to most animals. Secondly, I don't understand how you think I am a large animal with a long nose. But I suppose being a mouse would make me seem that much bigger. As far as how I speak, it helps to know a few nice words and speak with confidence. I'd explain more on how I do it, but I don't want to take up column space with things off topic, ask me in another letter and maybe I'll explain.
Us: Spoken like a true gentleman, and with a nice touch of mystique I might add.
Eugene: Look I know I might seem mysterious at times but I would never touch anyone other than my lovely girlfriend. Unless it was to see if they exist or kill them. Or both.
Us: Right, well moving on.
Oh my.
"Eugene you knife eared son of a troll! You think I wouldn't notice that you took my poker winnings? I will find and kill you, you fiflthy cheating..." I should mentioned due to strict censorship laws I am not allowed to finish this letter.
Eugene: That's okay, it's probably best the children don't hear it. As far as these accusations, I would never steal anything. Except maybe your heart. This person clearly loves me and has no way to show it but anger. It's called dyslexia, and I read about it in a book somewhere.
Us: Well that's all the room we have for this issue, make sure to submit your questions and Eugene will answer them. That is if he wants to keep doing these.
Eugene: Of course doing these makes me feel... oh whats the word I'm looking for?
Us: Philanthropic?
Eugene: Bless you. Ah yes, it makes me feel like I can give something to those less fortunate than myself.
Us: Right... Anyways see you all next time.
Eugene: And remember, stay classy Ira.
Us: Eugene... they can't see you wink.
Eugene: Damn.
This morning 3 knights came across what they described as a homeless Elf near the body of missing knight Sven Roddriguez Nigel Samson the 11th.
Sir Sven, a noble knight was last seen in the company of a woman, trying to calm her down. When his comrades in arms left him, they did not know it would be the last time they would see him.
When Sir Sven's fellow knights went looking for him, they found a rather dirty Elf covered in his blood. When the knights detained the elf, he fought back using magic.
Before the knights had a chance to react, the woman from the other night, believed to be the last person to see Sven alive came forth. But this was no ordinary girl.
"It was that outlaw Tristan Aleona in a dress!" says Boris, one of the knights who found the body.
Tanis, another elf had this to say: "That Aleona has lost his marbles since his sister up and died on him. Now he's taken to running around in his sister's dresses and flirting with knights!"
The other knight Sir Frederick was killed by the unidentified mage.
The involvement of Tristan Aleona is of course a mild surprise. While he was a well known thief and duelist, murder was not among his crimes until recently. Aleona was believed dead after what appeared to be a scuffle involving magic near his home in Durmstaldt. The unidentified mage is believed to be an accomplice, helping Aleona fake his death for reasons we've yet to understand.
Meanwhile in Durmstaldt tensions rise towards magic. The city, while prosperous for it's black market in magic has also seen a lot of devastation from the arcane arts.
"First our cheese disappears, then two knights die and violence erupts in the streets! All from magic!" says outraged citizen of Durmstaldt, Hector Bummington.
Aleona and his elf accomplice were last seen in the woods outside of Durmstaldt. Any information on these two will be rewarded.
Chaos in Doronhal
After the events in Doronhal, the whole city has been placed on lockdown, but the assailant of two innocent children, believed to be a dwarven noble has not been found.
The dwarf claims to be from clan Bloodaxe, a respected noble family, currently on the throne in the Dwarven capital Gloreft.
Between allegations of theft and trade violations from the Elves and this new development, the Dwarven capital has declined to comment on any news until further notice.
The dwarf in question is described as short, bearded and possibly drunk.
Any information on the Dwarven assailant will be rewarded handsomely.
Ask Eugene
We all have questions, and only one man can answer them. The fair skinned dark elf himself: Eugene Maerar.
Us: Well Eugene, let me start off by saying you look... Darker.
Eugene: Yes, after voyaging in my native land my tan went away.
Us: I see. Well it's good to see you so jubilant.
Eugene: I don't know about jubilant, but I'm definitely in a good mood, let's answer some questions now shall we?
Us: If you would kindly do the honors of reading the first letter?
E: Sure thing. "Dear Eugene, you are a handsome drow and I think you are an amazing person. I know you didn't take my things, and everyone else should know that as well."
It seems to me we've gotten some fan mail mixed in with questions.
Us: Let me see.
"Dear Eugene,
Where have all my friends gone?
Sincerely, Zayed."
That's nothing like what you read.
Eugene: Maybe to the untrained eye, but if you look carefully at the paper, it is clearly fan mail. It's hidden with an ancient code I read about in a book somewhere.
Us: Wow, you really are a genius.
Eugene: Indeed, but in response to Zayed's question I have this to say. Sometimes things go missing. It could be anything, maybe they were stolen, maybe they went off because they got tired of being told they smell like someone who failed to wipe properly. However the most common thing is something I read in a book somewhere that being paranormal makes things disappear, it's some kind of paranoid activity. Your friends are probably there, you're just too paranormal for them to show themselves.
Us: Our next question comes from someone who chooses to remain anonymous.
"Dear Eugene,
How did you learn to be so eloquent? I just love the way you speak. I love everything about you. Sincerely, Anonymous. P.S. I'm hiding my name because I don't want your girlfriend the dementia summoner to find and kill me."
Eugene: Well miss mouse, firstly I don't think you need to fear my girlfriend, she's quite friendly to most animals. Secondly, I don't understand how you think I am a large animal with a long nose. But I suppose being a mouse would make me seem that much bigger. As far as how I speak, it helps to know a few nice words and speak with confidence. I'd explain more on how I do it, but I don't want to take up column space with things off topic, ask me in another letter and maybe I'll explain.
Us: Spoken like a true gentleman, and with a nice touch of mystique I might add.
Eugene: Look I know I might seem mysterious at times but I would never touch anyone other than my lovely girlfriend. Unless it was to see if they exist or kill them. Or both.
Us: Right, well moving on.
Oh my.
"Eugene you knife eared son of a troll! You think I wouldn't notice that you took my poker winnings? I will find and kill you, you fiflthy cheating..." I should mentioned due to strict censorship laws I am not allowed to finish this letter.
Eugene: That's okay, it's probably best the children don't hear it. As far as these accusations, I would never steal anything. Except maybe your heart. This person clearly loves me and has no way to show it but anger. It's called dyslexia, and I read about it in a book somewhere.
Us: Well that's all the room we have for this issue, make sure to submit your questions and Eugene will answer them. That is if he wants to keep doing these.
Eugene: Of course doing these makes me feel... oh whats the word I'm looking for?
Us: Philanthropic?
Eugene: Bless you. Ah yes, it makes me feel like I can give something to those less fortunate than myself.
Us: Right... Anyways see you all next time.
Eugene: And remember, stay classy Ira.
Us: Eugene... they can't see you wink.
Eugene: Damn.