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I, like some of you, have been suffering from altism for a little while now. Creating a bunch of new characters and enrolling them into the Guild. One thing I try to do, in the guild player’s note, is to give an original description of what that player’s relationship is to my main char and I started wondering how interesting it would be for me to write down the story of how Folaji came to be the great mage he is today (or will be, when I learn how to play correctly)… Continue reading
Today, Folaji wanted to explore the most southern island. He decided that he would need to wait for his mother to go back in the hut, only then would he make a run for it. In the meantime, he continued to look at the horizon, and dream of adventuring there. Suddenly, something caught his eye… Continue reading
This entry is part 3 of 15 in the series Rise of the X-Syndicate“Folaji be your name, right?” Folaji stopped dead in his tracks. He had never met this troll before, yet this troll knew his name. How was that … Continue reading
This entry is part 4 of 15 in the series Rise of the X-SyndicateFolaji sat up slowly, his head pounding with every beat of his heart. It rested in his large troll palm. “Welcome back, sleepyhead.” Folla was sitting at … Continue reading
This entry is part 5 of 15 in the series Rise of the X-SyndicateWhat had once been a proud Troll village was now in ruins. Roads were covered with dirt and grass, and abandoned huts were missing walls, roofs, and … Continue reading
This entry is part 6 of 15 in the series Rise of the X-SyndicateCelebrations were underway throughout Sen’Jin Village. It was late evening, the drums were playing, many boars were roasting and all the Trolls were either dancing, eating, drinking, … Continue reading
It is easy to forget the dreadful wars and battles that have ravaged the country-side when in Hillsbrad. Surrounded by fresh green rolling hills, calming warm winds and a bright yellow sun, the community itself is a shinning beacon of what human communities had once been, and for many in the area, a sign of hope of what they could be again… Continue reading
She could not have been more than 5 years old, and was sprinting along the country side, her oversided nightgown flutering in the wind. To anyone else, she would have looked like an innocent little pink-haired human girl, but to him she was prey… Continue reading
He was thankful his dead nerves were unable to transmit the pain he should have been feeling. His upper body was full of cuts and scrapes, many of them deep enough he could see bone and dead tissue slightly protruding from them. He sat up and looked through the tall grass that surrounded him… Continue reading
Berenice tossed the little gnome legs at him and quickly grabbed the upper body. To his disgust, she began savagely munching down on the fresh gnome flesh with what seemed like an uncontrollable appetite. His stomach turned, or at least it would have, were it not shriveled up like a dry prune. Continue reading