On Wednesday, Temerity took its first feeble stab at the 10th Ring War. Our plan was to suss out the encounter, learn a bit about the timing and pathing, and then throw the good citizens of Thurgadin a lavish funeral.

And sure enough, we ran into a few bumps in the road:

[Wed Mar 29 19:24:24 2017] You tell Temraidcore:1, 'this is just a trial run, anyway. Next time around, maybe we'll ask people not to kill Zrelik'
[Wed Mar 29 19:24:31 2017] Darchon tells Temraidcore:1, 'haha'
[Wed Mar 29 19:24:37 2017] Darchon tells Temraidcore:1, 'what a lofty request'

But lo and behold!

   

I think Slouch's stirring victory speech resonated with everyone present:

[Wed Mar 29 20:26:42 2017] Slouch tells the raid,  'well, that was surprising :-p'

Congratulations to Linkamus on the server's first Ring of Dain Frostreaver IV!

Alarming reports from across Norrath suggest hooliganism and shenanigans have been sharply on the rise in the first two months of 2017.

In late January, a chicken-plucking festival got badly out of hand. 



Several Spiroc Lords were hospitalized, and four valuable Wingblades have been reported stolen. Inhabits of the Plane of Sky were left badly shaken, and the bixies and drakes of isles 6 and 7 appear to have recently gone missing as well.

Not long afterward, police responded to a reported home invasion in Velketor's Labyrinth. First responders arrived at the scene to discover Velketor, a notorious shut-in who hasn't spoken to family members in Kael Drakkel in years, nowhere on the premises. This pair of boots was found abandoned at the scene.



In planar news, Cyndreela filed a noise complaint with the Oggok PD in early February. Authorities suspected a rowdy, bohemian celebration in the Plane of Fear. Alcohol and perhaps dancing may have been involved.



Officers dispatched to break up the festivities found the plane completely deserted, but the south tower had been defaced with some kind of modern art installation.



I don't think I get it. Do you?

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It was no larger than a kiola nut. Untended and mostly ashen. Few orange flecks remained. Only the faintest wisp of smoke spun upward from its center. The knights crouched closer, trying to shield it from now steadily thickening snow flurries. Their Order had not been heard from in years. One of the veterans gently nested the object in a bed of dry twigs. They were on a quest too important to rush. As the last of them returned with kindling, the knights gathered nearer around their site. One of them extended the flat of his hand towards the ember and began slowly, carefully fanning.

Fanning it into a glow.
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