<font color="lightblue">Tahl`Zair rises from his bed, and looks out of the city. He squints.
But, no, it couldn`t be.
But it was.

In desparation, he mutters some words under his breath, and a long, deep, alarm is heard throughout the city.
The sound carries with it one simple message:
Warning. Warning. Danger. Danger.

He Dimension Doors to the Town Square, and waits for the protectors to arrive... </font>

<font color="gold">OOC: This is an Order of Merlin Campaign. Clan posting only please.
Clan Member List [img]smile.gif[/img]
(protectors = Order of Merlin. Explanations later. [img]smile.gif[/img] )
Recruitment is closed for the course of this campaign.

This campaign is to be our last before the new ruleset is finalised and our website updated. Let`s make it memorable guys. [img]smile.gif[/img] </font>

<H1><font color="white">DISABLE SIGNATURES IN THIS THREAD PLEASE. </font></H1>

[ 11-02-2002, 05:52 PM: Message edited by: LennonCook ]

Dagorion makes his way to the town square but notices a tavern on the way and takes a "short" detour but ends up getting into a drinking contest with another Dwarf.

Shadow strolls to the town square, relieving several people of their gold along the way. Upon arrival he questions Tahl` Zair, "Ok, I had a pressing engagement with a diamond smuggler which you are interrupting. What do you want?"

Sir Goulum sees a crowd and walks towards to see what is going on. Crowds never surface here.

[ 11-10-2002, 06:48 PM: Message edited by: Sir Goulum ]

<font color="lightblue">Tahl`Zair quickly activates the two Golems that control the city gates. As the heavy gates click shut, he feels a small relief- that should keep the intruders out, for a little while.
He gathers the three who heard the call, and quickly explains
"Someone has opened a portal to the underdark near us. We`re being attacked by drow from all directions. " </font>

"Gee what did you do to piss the damn drow off so bad??"
Shadow starts preparing himself while he waits for an answer, quickly grabbing his poisens, weapons and trap equipment.

<font color="lightblue">“Well, uhh... you see, it seems the Northen Lavatory ends about 5 clicks from one of their cities.
And Dagorion farted.” </font>

[ 11-09-2002, 04:59 AM: Message edited by: LennonCook ]

I always warned him that his stench would start a war...

Dagorion stumbles into the square just as the two half-breeds mentioned why the war was started. "So yer saying one of me farts tickled one of 'em elf panzies' noses and noow they want a war? Well they got themelves a war!" With that the dwarf stands, draws his great-axe and lets out a tremendous fart, causing several passers buy to pass out and an apple tree to drop all its frute and die.

"I'm sure that the stench from the Lavantry would be enough for them to get angy." Said Sir Goulum," But not angry enough to start a war!"

[ 11-10-2002, 06:50 PM: Message edited by: Sir Goulum ]