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By PHYSHRA PINK
Rudely awakened at the crack of stupid by the demanding tones of an irate neighbor wishing to use the stairs, I just had time to grab the underwear off the dog, run a brush in the mop and over the pearly whites before stumbling through the unwashed masses of morning traffic.
Upon breaching the glass-walled blockade, yours truly found several Letters to the Editor thrust under her nose, held by a fair and lovely hand belonging to this reporter's "Boss." One could see the clouds already forming. Hence, this lighter look at our fair realm's news is on the docket for today.
Returning to the abode for a more appropriate style of dress, your intrepid reporter donned daylight fashion and made her way out among the living. Thrilling news abounds about the
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township, it seems. Not a whit of it having to do with mobs, thugs, evil, maiming, mayhem, or mutilation.
Drat.
Fall colors are beginning to emerge in spectacular hues, mostly among the more pastoral areas in and outside RhyDin City proper. The parks are gloriously alive with such fare. Autumn's flora abundant in the boutiques and Marketplace, available for that delightful decorative touch upon one's table or scattered artfully about one's home and hearth.
Upon the lower highlands, friendly shepherds get in the last of the season's grazing for their flocks, before Old Man Winter shuts up shop for another year. By now, so a lone and lonely shepherd told this reporter, frost settles the heather fields and pastures most every night. The quilting circles busy as little bees to get prepared for coming snows and freezing temps.
The stores and mall area of the Stars End district are stocking up on tire chains and thermal long johns in anticipation of an unusually frigid year's end. Taverns and bars all over the realm are finding hot toddies a brisk business, warmed cinnamon ciders running a close second.
Head on over to the Marketplace just off Main in Old Town and you will find a veritable feast of late year vegetables and fruits for all your forthcoming holiday and festivity needs. Start that canning now!
You might even spot yours truly there going over the freshness and quality of a Mushba'llon melon herself. Once I send this to the typesetter, take a long scalding shower, down several liters of hard alcohol, and lose myself in the fog for a day or two.
But not if I see you first!
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By TERA STARFARE
September 22, 2006
Our tale begins thousands of years ago when he had been chased out of his village for accidentally killing an innkeeper with a magical flying dagger. Having no real money making skills our hero decided to form his own thieving company which was just a handful of like-minded young people.
On their very first job, stealing some goodies from an Elf-lich named Annestryl, they were captured and all were executed except for our hero. To this every day no one knows why she spared his life. But she forced him into working for her so perhaps that is the reason she let him live as she began to send him out to steal things for her.
Now at this point he knew nothing about magic and was just doing basic rogue work mostly stealing, but one fine day Annestryl asked him to kidnap this prince. Our hero always worked alone after the execution of his thieving company that hadn't lasted long at all. The only good opportunity to capture this prince was when he was on the move one day with a group of heavily armed guards.
The would-be kidnapper remembered one time seeing a mage cast a spell that
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sent lots of colorful rays at his opponent and made him vanish. So despite lacking the passion for tinkering that most gnomes have he was still a gnome and thus came up with an improbable idea to complete this task.
He took a very plain white robe and painted it with streaks of all sorts of colors. It was still very clearly a white robe, just with small streaks on it. Then he asked to use a potion that would make him run as swift as the wind which of course someone like Annestryl had!
On that day he walked out, drank the potion, donned the robe, and ran right into this group of guards and dragged this princely fellow away. Of course the guards weren't fooled by this ploy at all but being that he was moving so fast the shock of it all actually let him get far enough away that they lost him!
The bad news for our hero is the potion had an extremely negative effect on his body, essentially aging him quite a bit and he lost most of the physical prowess required for rogue-ish work and that is when our hero started down the path of magicking.
This be the story of how Gnimish Gnimoi came by his trademark prismatic robes!
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By BRANDI FLAME
Today I walked down to the Scanthacian Sanctuary to sit by my parent's graves. Walking down there brought back memories and it made me feel quite calm. The place I must say is remarkable and I adore being there. Normally in any graveyard I would be spooked but the Scanthacian Sanctuary makes you feel quite calm and cool.
I noticed today that the sisters were keeping the place a nice happy place where only calm thoughts could flow.
So I'd like to congratulate the people in helping to make it a beautiful place. And the people who make it cleaner than usual everyday.
They did an outstanding job so if you read this take a moments silence for all those people who died in the Sanctuary then give a big round of applause for the great success it has been, keeping it beautiful.
For All Things Magical
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By GAVILEAN STARFARE
A staff reporter for RhyDin Realty was recently found murdered by stilleto. He had just recently finished writing a classified about a "girlie girl" home that was vacated by some Scathachian Sisters. Both Trixie and Issy were seen it the neighborhood of The Oracle offices, but no arrests will be made until information on the shoe size is made public. Issy was heard saying, "I wouldn't be caught dead in those shoes!"
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By TERA STARFARE
September 23, 2006
The Oracle office building gets several notes tacked up on our bulletin board. Some are more interesting than others. Recently we had one that was a Bounty. That isn't such an unusual happening since our office can be a busy place. More of you should stop by! We have refreshments from O'Dell's Deli!
But that is not what I am writing about in this here article. I decided to do a little looking around town and checked with a few of my contacts to see just how many Bounties there were in RhyDin. What I found astounded me. It seems that anyone can post one of these here posters any where at any time.
This means that even if you should look funny at a person YOU could be subject to having your face on a wanted dead or alive poster all over town. Now the part that really surprised me is that my contacts told me was the person that puts up this here poster with your name
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and face on it doesn't even have to be able to pay the Bounty Hunter, or any other person, that brings you in for the reward. Some of them are just plain sneaky and will pull tricks on the person bringing in the Bounty to get out of having to pay. This after the Bounty Hunter may have risked their own life to capture or kill the Bounty!
Just the other night in the Inn I was sitting and having some coffee when Tara's Uncle Morning Star came in carrying one of these Bounties that he said looked more like a revenge list than an actual Bounty list that he had seen tacked up. This tells me that any serious Bounty Hunter is going to know the difference. I should make it clear here that Morning Star is not a Bounty Hunter that I know of so please don't misunderstand me.
But the fact remains that he did notice that there was something wrong with this Bounty list which leads me to the conclusion that my contacts were right. There is an upswing in the number of bogus Bounty lists around town so all of you Bounty Hunters out there best beware and make sure that the Bounty you want to track down is a real Bounty before you go to all the trouble of doing the tracking and maybe risking your own life in the process.
"When you need more than skin, Hellballs Leather Goods. After all, it's your hide you are protecting."
To place your order or for more information contact Woody Sprite. You can leave a message for him at the Red Dragon Inn.
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