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Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo
They've got Magincia in a whirl
We're not sure if more rubble will fall
A daemon rez-killed me tonight
Hey Siege, lets go killing tonight
You looted me, balrons killed us all
We hate 'zerks, the spotty swine,
We've got arties, mine all mine,
We want more and we want it fast,
The next invaders are here at last,
A bard died trying to play them a song,
So come a-slaying Siege, they won't be here long.
Rubble, rubble... well, that's enough of that!
(With profound apologies to the two David Bowie fans lurking at the back over there)
</td> </tr> <tr> <td style="background-color:#FFFFFF;border:solid 1px red;"> <div style="font-family:Arial;font-size:14pt;font-weight:bold;color:#0000FF;"> Blind Otto reporting! </div>
<div style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12pt;font-weight:normal;color:#000000;"> Well, the past few days it was begining to appear that we had routed the invaders.
The light daemons were growing weaker, as were their darker brothers.
It had been a long time since any berzerkers had been seen, and imp corpses were as common as rubble.
Had we won? Had they given up? Could we all go back to killing each other outside Luna?
Thankfully, not.
This morning, the hardy adventurers picking through the rubbble that was once the proud town of Magincia found the moongate protected by some strange energy beings.
These "rift guardians" resembled energy vortexes, but energy vortexes did very little to harm them!
I stood and listened to the battle for a while, and found all manner of attacks failing.
My own fairly well trained hiryu died in the time it took me to cover the three steps to where it had gone to attack one of the creatures.
Mages fell left, right and center. Bards struggled to calm the creatures, and the berzerkers they summoned.
Very little worked. Utterly fatigued, I withdrew, to regain my strength, and heal my hiryu, cursing the foul hellspawn that chased me all the way to the Magincian docks!
Then I sent my loyal scribe in. After all, what good is it to have lackys if ye make no use of them?
</div> </td> </tr> <tr> <td> </td> </tr> <tr> <td style="background-color: #FFFFFF; border: solid 1px red;"> <div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-weight: bold; color: #FF00FF;"> Beatrice Quill here! </div>
<div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; color: #000000;"> Lackey?!? LACKEY?!?!?! See how many waffles YOU get for breakfast this morning, bub!
Ahem. Yes. Right. *mutters* Lackey my bright blue... anyway...
As Blind Otto said, the defenders of the gate were impressive.
The berzerkers, however, were not as hardy. I came across Lord Kush, Lady AEowyn, and others, who had successfully slain one such creature near the Council of Mages base.
Where the vaunted council was, and why they had let their island home be overrun, was anyone's guess, but I hear they recently turned over managment to an incompetant Scotsman, which could explain matters somewhat.
Heading back up to the gate, I found some members of TnT, Red, and a few others desperately trying to overcome the rift's guardians.
Nothing seemed to work. A barrage of about 10 energy vortexes barely scratched the beasts, and they utterly ignored the fields of poison and flame that I poured on them.
I suspect a warrior or a paladin may do better, but my magery was fairly useless.
I did find, however, that speaking words learned during the Orphidian invasion, namely "An Sanct Flam", dispelled the flame fields that the guardians had around them.
Nasty stuff - leaping black flames, giving off who knows what kind of energy. Still, running up to it and shouting those words seemed to do the trick!
Once the flames were out, the guardians seemed a LITTLE less invulnerable, and even began to teleport to the spot where I stood, now and then.
I died. A lot. These things will not fall easily.
It does seem that some new treasures and souveniers are to be had - Red was very kind, and gave me one such item, which is now taking up the middle of my upper floor, until I can decide where to put it!
Anyway, back to the blind one, unless someone's 'accidentally' pushed him out the window again, or something.
*mutters* I'll give you lackey - wait until the next time I wash the flagstones at the top of the stairs! *mutters* </div> </td> </tr> <tr> <td> </td> </tr> <tr> <td style="background-color: #FFFFFF; border: solid 1px red;"> <div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-weight: bold; color: #0000FF;"> Blind Otto here again! </div>
<div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; color: #000000;"> Ahem. Yes. Did I say 'lackey'? I meant 'greatly valued confidant, friend, and trusted ally'! In an obscure orcish dialect that not even Mo'gluk has heard of, that sounds a lot like 'Lackey'. Is anyone actually believing this? No? Oh well then...
I am sure we will hear from the expert fighters out in the field before too long, saying that the invasion is routed!
In the meantime, anyone who wants to stand around on the Trinsic docks selling potions, bandages, reagents, and other such items will probably make a fair profit!
Be safe, and avoid hugging berzerkers!
(no, really. It's south-trinsic orcish. They're all extinct now, or I'd take you there. Really. OW! </div> </td> </tr> </table>

Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo
They've got Magincia in a whirl
We're not sure if more rubble will fall
A daemon rez-killed me tonight
Hey Siege, lets go killing tonight
You looted me, balrons killed us all
We hate 'zerks, the spotty swine,
We've got arties, mine all mine,
We want more and we want it fast,
The next invaders are here at last,
A bard died trying to play them a song,
So come a-slaying Siege, they won't be here long.
Rubble, rubble... well, that's enough of that!
(With profound apologies to the two David Bowie fans lurking at the back over there)
</td> </tr> <tr> <td style="background-color:#FFFFFF;border:solid 1px red;"> <div style="font-family:Arial;font-size:14pt;font-weight:bold;color:#0000FF;"> Blind Otto reporting! </div>
<div style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12pt;font-weight:normal;color:#000000;"> Well, the past few days it was begining to appear that we had routed the invaders.
The light daemons were growing weaker, as were their darker brothers.
It had been a long time since any berzerkers had been seen, and imp corpses were as common as rubble.
Had we won? Had they given up? Could we all go back to killing each other outside Luna?
Thankfully, not.
This morning, the hardy adventurers picking through the rubbble that was once the proud town of Magincia found the moongate protected by some strange energy beings.

These "rift guardians" resembled energy vortexes, but energy vortexes did very little to harm them!
I stood and listened to the battle for a while, and found all manner of attacks failing.
My own fairly well trained hiryu died in the time it took me to cover the three steps to where it had gone to attack one of the creatures.
Mages fell left, right and center. Bards struggled to calm the creatures, and the berzerkers they summoned.
Very little worked. Utterly fatigued, I withdrew, to regain my strength, and heal my hiryu, cursing the foul hellspawn that chased me all the way to the Magincian docks!
Then I sent my loyal scribe in. After all, what good is it to have lackys if ye make no use of them?
</div> </td> </tr> <tr> <td> </td> </tr> <tr> <td style="background-color: #FFFFFF; border: solid 1px red;"> <div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-weight: bold; color: #FF00FF;"> Beatrice Quill here! </div>
<div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; color: #000000;"> Lackey?!? LACKEY?!?!?! See how many waffles YOU get for breakfast this morning, bub!
Ahem. Yes. Right. *mutters* Lackey my bright blue... anyway...
As Blind Otto said, the defenders of the gate were impressive.
The berzerkers, however, were not as hardy. I came across Lord Kush, Lady AEowyn, and others, who had successfully slain one such creature near the Council of Mages base.

Where the vaunted council was, and why they had let their island home be overrun, was anyone's guess, but I hear they recently turned over managment to an incompetant Scotsman, which could explain matters somewhat.
Heading back up to the gate, I found some members of TnT, Red, and a few others desperately trying to overcome the rift's guardians.
Nothing seemed to work. A barrage of about 10 energy vortexes barely scratched the beasts, and they utterly ignored the fields of poison and flame that I poured on them.
I suspect a warrior or a paladin may do better, but my magery was fairly useless.
I did find, however, that speaking words learned during the Orphidian invasion, namely "An Sanct Flam", dispelled the flame fields that the guardians had around them.
Nasty stuff - leaping black flames, giving off who knows what kind of energy. Still, running up to it and shouting those words seemed to do the trick!
Once the flames were out, the guardians seemed a LITTLE less invulnerable, and even began to teleport to the spot where I stood, now and then.
I died. A lot. These things will not fall easily.
It does seem that some new treasures and souveniers are to be had - Red was very kind, and gave me one such item, which is now taking up the middle of my upper floor, until I can decide where to put it!

Anyway, back to the blind one, unless someone's 'accidentally' pushed him out the window again, or something.
*mutters* I'll give you lackey - wait until the next time I wash the flagstones at the top of the stairs! *mutters* </div> </td> </tr> <tr> <td> </td> </tr> <tr> <td style="background-color: #FFFFFF; border: solid 1px red;"> <div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-weight: bold; color: #0000FF;"> Blind Otto here again! </div>
<div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; color: #000000;"> Ahem. Yes. Did I say 'lackey'? I meant 'greatly valued confidant, friend, and trusted ally'! In an obscure orcish dialect that not even Mo'gluk has heard of, that sounds a lot like 'Lackey'. Is anyone actually believing this? No? Oh well then...
I am sure we will hear from the expert fighters out in the field before too long, saying that the invasion is routed!
In the meantime, anyone who wants to stand around on the Trinsic docks selling potions, bandages, reagents, and other such items will probably make a fair profit!
Be safe, and avoid hugging berzerkers!
(no, really. It's south-trinsic orcish. They're all extinct now, or I'd take you there. Really. OW! </div> </td> </tr> </table>