Feast, Valley Ponies, Mother Wendecka, Thoomline

Creed sent the following report to TMN:

Hail, Para,

I have a couple of reports for you! First and foremost, let us all congratulate Antha for passing the fourth-circle healer test.

Second, as we all know, the feast of Tsirrin is upon us. I took part in a Valley hunt a day or two ago, and as our group gathered by the usual mushroom landmark, Leinis happened to run into a pony wandering in the brambles. This pony was apparently a witch or wizard in disguise, for it offered all of us a costume like the one it was wearing.

We commenced to have a Pony Valley Hunt, which I found extremely awesome (heh). Even when the hunt went south, we were chained back to town in pony form. And when raised, we were able to return to the Valley for revenge still in the form of ponies.

Ponies rule!

My third report is of the recent large invasion of Puddleby by wendies of all shapes, sizes and descriptions. I made many sketches, but I am only sending a few representations to TMN. That's because it seems like almost every exile in the lands took part in the fighting at some point as it raged all over town, south town, east town, the east field and farms, East Forest, and throughout the passes.

Finally, we encountered a Furious Mother Wendecka in the passages leading to the Greymyr Village. She was one of the strongest wendies I've ever seen, if not THE strongest. It seems that this whole invasion may have started because an exile killed a baby wendy near town; in fact, there were numerous babies sighted wandering around in town, the east fields and east forest. The FMW bellowed and growled constantly, and Drathos, who was able to understand her to some extent, translated that she was furious over the death of her baby.

After a long battle, some exiles actually began to question whether we shouldn't leave her alone. But in the end, all of the strongest fighters and healers that could be gathered surrounded the Furious Mother and wore her down. She was defeated in the end, and the remaining wendies were mopped up by the tired exiles.

Although exhausted, many exiles were in the mood to celebrate after this great victory. Soon, several of those gathered in town formed a thoomline. It turned into quite an impressive thoomline and eventually a thoom pyramid! The gods were pleased, it seemed, as several exiles began to sparkle and glow, but to keep us in our places, we were zapped by divine fire that caused many exiles to fall. They were quickly raised, but the thoomline dispersed and another day of battle was over.

Cheers,
-Creed

Posted by Para at November 03, 2007 07:44 AM