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Julia’s Message to Dupre
As related to Clayton TrembellBNN: Britannia Dupre made his final rounds for the night to make certain his encampment was secure. With someone like Juo’nar opposing him, Dupre knew he could not be too careful. At last satisfied that everything was prepared for the night watch, Dupre retired to his tent for a few hours of rest. Little did he suspect how restless this night would end up. This tale was brought to me by the captain of the night watch from Dupre’s encampment. Full Story |
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Joye, Librarian of Britain, Murdered Nalin Wren BNN: Britannia Today many grieve at the death of Joye, Librarian of Britain. Joye’s death has been labeled an assassination of sorts. She was set upon in the very streets of Britain by a horde of unnaturally strong undead creatures. Full Story |
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Lord British abducted! Nalin Wren BNN: Britannia All of Britannia is in a state of shock at the news that Lord British has been abducted. He and his small group of men were ambushed some where north of the dungeon Shame. Dupre, Paladin of Trinsic, said today that a large group or Orcs and Mongbats attacked British’s group and that the one known only as Keeonean was seen seizing British and then vanishing into thin air. Full Story |
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A Warning As told to Clayton Trembell BNN: Britannia I had walked to the Trinsic gates that night. As a young, well trained warrior, I felt prepared for anything the undead armies of Juo'nar could throw at us. No, of course, I wasn't alone. I might only be as yet an inexperienced warrior, but I'm only idiot enough to go to Trinsic... not to go alone. I could see my own nervousness echoed in the fidgeting of my comrades, but when any of our eyes met, we smiled bravely. Roland, the most experienced of us, took a deep breath and then began climbing over the barricade. Full Story |
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Visions of the Black Temple Orrin Frye BNN:Britannia Woe is the day that I fancied myself a hero - able to creep stealthily past enemy lines in hopes of spying some crucial bit of information that might turn the tide of battle to our camp. I thought myself a great warrior, full of bravery, confidence - the champion of our cause. I thought that if I could only prove myself here, in our darkest hour, that all vistas might be open to me – that my superiors might see I had what it took to command. Now the horrors I have seen…that unwholesome monument to evil. I cannot help but laugh at my own foolhardiness, that I believed I could best any dreadful beast I might find within the city walls – but e’en that laugh comes out as a foul, choking cackle now. Full Story |
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