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◘▬ The Skazian Harbinger ▬◘ #Edition 6 ◘▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ THE HARBINGER ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬◘ The Skazian Harbinger is the sovereign newspaper of the Kingdom of Thismonia. We are dedicated to bringing accurate, up-to-date news on Thismonia every week. In addition, we have literature written by our very own members, ranging from poems to long stories. Join the group to take part! http://www.roblox.com/Groups/Group.aspx?gid=237417 ◘▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬◘ Previous Harbinger Editions: 1st Edition: http://www.roblox.com/Forum/ShowPost.aspx?PostID=91188388 2nd Edition: http://www.roblox.com/Forum/ShowPost.aspx?PostID=90757122 3rd Edition: http://www.roblox.com/Forum/ShowPost.aspx?PostID=91336905 4th Edition: http://www.roblox.com/Forum/ShowPost.aspx?PostID=91931491 5th Edition: http://www.roblox.com/Forum/ShowPost.aspx?PostID=92593447 ◘▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ CONTENTS ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬◘ LORE: 1. THE CONTIUANCE OF AEONS 2. Dumb, dumb and dumber? 3. Researching of the Risen! LITERATURE: 1. Interview with Raapster 2. The Girl has a Knife 3.The Adventures of Constable James Hawtrey Book1 Part4 "Old Friends" 4. [Criminal entity arrest order] RELEASES: 1. Thismonia: Up and Coming 2. The Town of Aurem ADVERTISEMENTS: 1. Custom Thismonian Boats. 2. Experienced Sailors Needed! NOTICES: 1. Writing Contest! 2. Activity ◘▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ LORE ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬◘ THE CONTIUANCE OF AEONS The Uleranian timeline will continue to be worked on, and should be released into the lore soon enough! Discover past events in history, and read on about former kings. The royal undercroft libraries once thought lost are being renovated and their knowledge being released to the public. ◘▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬◘ Dumb, dumb and dumber? Recently, it has been found by the archmage Exo that many Thismonians couldn't even point at Thismonia on a map! Let alone read, write or count. The Archmage has been quoted mumbling about how "we will learn our future through science and magic". Several times, he has also groaned about the lack of consortium applicants. One of the solutions offered by his advisors and colleagues was re-education, but it would take much capital and time. As we are at near constant war at the moment, research and development doesn't look like the best way to spend money. In conclusion, he has ordered the Consortium to begin mass producing maps to give to the people of Thismonia hoping it will encourage trade, adventure and wealth. ◘▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬◘ 'SERAPH' SPEAKS OF RESEARCHING THE RISEN MORE THOROUGHLY Following the Consortium's capture of a live Risen specimen, Guide 'Seraph' of the Consortium of Mystics has spoken publicly about his intentions for the captured Risen. "As I speak," the fire Mage began to a crowd of mixed feelings, "I have a guarded convoy heading towards the uncharted northern mountains to which I will rendezvous with at Mars Hollow by a warping ritual." "The things I plan to do to this specimen is unethical. Let it be known that the Risen will be shown no mercy for devastating our homeland - my adopted homeland - with this curse. I will, with my team of Mages, conducting tests to which I will ensure bring us a cure and retribution." "I have arranged for a myriad of Warmages to defend the capital, here. Do not fear, for I have complete trust my Warmages will decimate the Risen that dare step towards the capital." It has been said that the general feeling towards the Risen threat has lightened after Seraph's words from the palace of the capital. However, with the constant allure of infection and death, will the Consortium be able to salvage our civilization before they overrun us? The fire Mage has since warped to Mars Hollow, and he has spoken of releasing the contents of his journal to the public once the investigations are complete. Ever since, Thismonia has turned a positive face to the new war. -Local gazettes ◘▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ LITERATURE ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬◘ Raapster Interview! Today I will be asking Raapster questions on what they do for Thismonia and how they help the Kingdom! Answers: B0b: "What good do you bring to Thismonia?" Raapster: "Politics, and fighting skills." B: "What makes Thismonia good for you?" R: "The community." B: "Why did you join Thismonia in the first place?" R: "I wanted to improve my skills in fighting and meet new people." B: "How active on a scale of 1-10 are you in Thismonia?" R: "7/10" B: "What do you think the LR’s could learn from you?" R: "Leadership, and plain old cruel discipline that works." B: "What do you think of the Army?" R: "It's good we have a military, most RP groups bore us to death with no combat." B: "What do you think of the Kingdom?" R: "It's awesome, I believe it has more potential but it has to be released." B: "Do you build for Thismonia, If so what have you built for Thismonia?" R: "Yes, I do, I've contributed to Yallia." B: "How do you protect Thismonia?" R: "Through the forums and combat." B: "What do you think of your team, your fellow Nobles?" R: "They help the king keep order, they're cool." That is my Interview with Ex-Constable and Knight Raapster. Signing out, B0bpwns ◘▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬◘ The Girl has a Knife "Aaargh!" he exclaimed. The thief's hand was pinned, dagger driven through his hairy knuckles, his calloused palm, the small leather purse, and the tough wooden wall. "I'll get ye for this, witch." He snarled through clenched teeth, attempting to unpin his impaled hand from its ungainly position, stapled against the coarse wooden wall. I took some pleasure in his writhing to loose the dagger, until he began to cry out. "Guards! Guards! This girl is assaulting me! Help!" He hollered, and then kicked at my feet. I was unprepared, and he staggered me for a moment, but I recovered swiftly. A set of metallic, clinking stomps alerted me to the onrushing danger. 'Twas the sound of footsteps hastily approaching, so I struck the pickpocket with my knee and tore the dagger from the hole in his hand. I snatched up my now-bloodied coin purse from his stunned figure, and set my feet upon the dusty road to escape. It took little time before I had found my way away from the guards, and into a seedy, dungeonous tavern. The barkeep waved over to me, and offered me a seat, displacing another shady customer to do so. The barkeep had struck the nearly sleeping customer across the face, and then thrown the customer's drink across his eyes. There was no pity or remorse or morality in there. The air reeked of cheap drink, sweat, and smoke, all the products of men without liveliness, coin, or hope. "Ay, girl!" one of the men perched at a gaming table tottered across the creaky wooden floor towards me. "Over here!" he hollered, clearly under the influence. "Come to papa." He wheezed a couple of times, then spat a globule of whatever horrid concoction he had been imbibing. For a moment, I could only look in disgust at him, at his soiled, ill-fitting tunic, his ragged, oily hair and unkempt beard, his rolls of excess hanging from his massive girth, his crooked, broken brown-toothed grin. 'Twas like a face painted by a devil to terrify children! The next moment, he loomed over me, easily a foot taller than I, his hands like axeheads. 'Twas a man who could easily be a giant! The barkeep's left eyelid slid down like a trapdoor for a moment, then reopened just as quickly. His unsubtle wink had left me no doubt of the barkeep's allegiance, and even less of what this massive, morbidly obese man would attempt. 'Twas a frightening thought, more so than the possible threat of a were-wolf, more than death by or savages, and by far more terrifying than the threat of being incarcerated for petty theft, the crime I had run here to escape. 'Twas but a moment I was prepared for. Even as the brute seized me, I drew a blade from my shoe, and pierced his eye. "Aaargh!" he exclaimed, like the thief. "My eye! Loggins! Get the girl off me!" The barkeep started to move, but hesitated as I began to speak. "Ye be lucky ye hath one left." I growled. "I might be inclined to change that." I twisted the steel within his eye, swirling the blood and flesh into an unwholesome pudding. "Aiii!" He kept screaming, and released me. I spat into his shattered eyeball as I strode across the floor. I walked out with power radiating from me. All kept their heads low. I returned to the market I had left earlier, having been diverted by the pickpocket. Brightly embellished stalls were closing, and owners were packing their wares. This vacation I hoped I could enjoy by simple shopping. Assassination left little time for worldly pleasures, 'tis rare when I could indulge. A shining set of electrum bracelets ensnared my attention for a moment, but I could little afford such a splendid trinket. A silver ring diverted me, but 'twas deceitful- the jeweler had covered a cheap iron ring with silver! Even as the shiny array of baubles and silver was stowed, I could see a dwarf peddling more exotic goods. "I am Harsan, who would ye be?" He inquired as I approached. "Call me Athellia." I replied. 'Tis a pain to act as another person, so I used my birth name. "What manner of creatures does thee sell? They utter the most curious noises." "Miss Athellia, ye had best know what ye be viewing? 'Tis the first time in a hundred generations... We hath tamed a baby dragon!" Harsan brought a cage quickly before my eyes, one carrying a large, hissing lizard. "'Tis no dragon!" I scoffed. I admit, 'twas an intriguing creature, and at first glance, it did look like the description of a dragon. The reptile possessed fangs, scales, spines, and claws. Its spittle felt like a burn on contact. 'Twas larger than any other lizard I had seen, it easily was as long as my leg, but clearly, 'twas a lizard. "Girl, ye insult my honour." He turned his back upon me, but as he did so, he opened the cage to an attempt to have it attack me. 'Twas a mistake, as the lizard spat in his face, and began to maul its captor. "Aaargh!" he exclaimed. 'Twas so similar, to the other events, I almost fell to the streets in laughter had it not been threatening his life, not that I cared much for it. Still, he did not deserve death, so I left it not to the lizard to decide his fate. "Get this foul beast off of me!" He screamed, slapping at the lizard as its slavering jaws neared his head. I stood for a moment, then seized the lizard's throat and impaled it through one soft eyeball and out the other. It spasmed for a couple moments, bodily fluids splattering across me, the vendor, and the dusty grit that coated the roads. "Harsan, would thee call me a dragonslayer?" I asked the dwarf. "Or am I a fraud?" I grinned. He grumbled, then grunted. "Ye called my bluff, girl. Clever fiend." I grasped his hand, and hauled him up onto his feet. "Ye owe me a lizard." He pointed at the animal corpse. "Thee owe me thy life." I retorted, playfully. "Call it even." 'Twas shortly before moonrise did I find my way to my homestay. The owner was an elderly elven lady, having spent at least nine and two hundred summers upon the earth. Her wrinkled hands beckoned me into the house, and her deep, bright eyes gazed at me as if she were viewing a flower, delicate and ephemeral. I smiled as I stepped into the small house. 'Twas quite the adventure, my twisted path past the thief, the giant, and the dragon. Ah, vacation, 'tis a wonderful time. -Athellia ◘▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬◘ The Adventures of Constable James Hawtrey Book-1 Part- 4 'Old Friends' [Last Time] After some time he was growing drowsy as he rode, so he stopped and slept under the stars after tending to his horse. A few hours had passed when James awoke suddenly. He lay there for a few moments, wondering why before he heard some rustling in the bushes behind him. He started to sit up, but was shoved back down with a knife to his throat... [Now] James lay still and looked up at his attacker. His face was hidden by a heavy faceguard, and the Constable waited for the release of death. Instead a voice said "R' haokt..." James was so surprised he almost pushed his neck into the knife. It was his native orcish tongue. He eagerly replied in the same language. (Translated to common speak, so the reader may understand) "My orcish brother, what brings you down this far, to the point you'll kill a man in his sleep. Take honor in your heritage, and let me fight back." The other orc let James up, then reached up to remove his faceguard. James looked at the familiar face in shock. "Drakon! (DaaChicken) Why are you killing men in their sleep? Have you fallen that far from what you once were?" James pointed at him accusingly. "Don't answer, let us cross swords and find if you're as good as you once were!" James went to retrieve his sword from where he left it next to his pack, but it was gone. Hearing a noise behind him, he turned to find it in Drakon’s hand, next to his grinning face. Laughing, he walked to James and clasped his hand. "You really have become to serious since I last saw you. I have no intention in fighting you, or any of my old friends," He handed the blade to James and took a step back. "It's been to long Lagakh." James looked down at the hilt with a pained gaze. "The worst part about you leaving, is that you didn't even tell me about it yourself. I had to learn about it second-hand from the Harbinger," he put the sword down and stared at his old friend, thinking back to their first meeting... James was travelling abroad with Lord Evelyn’s company, not being told where they were going. One day, General Evelyn told them they were going to visit Lord Haarvan. They had heard a great deal about him, but had never actually met the man himself. They made it to his fief and were given shelter. James woke up late into the night and went outside to get some fresh air. While he sat there, another soldier, Drakon, came outside for the same reason. They talked for some time before they heard a pair of angry voices in the distance. They went to investigate and found Lord Evelyn and Lord Haarvan arguing. Lord Evelyn accused him of being a leech to the kingdom, and Lord Haarvan was calling Lord Evelyn a warmonger. They drew swords, and Lord Haarvan had guards come in to help him. So James and Drakon rushed into the fray to help their General. A battle followed, after more guards came to help and the soldiers were awoken. They eventually sent Haarvan retreating from his own fief with a few loyal guards. Impressed with the pair, Lord Evelyn made James and Drakon his squires... "I couldn't, you had just been made constable and was training new recruits at Yallia. Lord Evelyn banned me from coming back there," Drakon said, looking down. "Anyway, what brings you out here on your own? Shouldn't you be with the rest of The Order in the north?" James lied quickly, "I was sent to find more recruits for the northern campaigns." Drakon looked back up. "Well since you're up, you may as well keep travelling. I'll come with so we can catch up." James stared for a moment before starting to pack up his things. James and Drakon had been travelling the rest of the evening, reminiscing, and telling of new adventures. The Constable said nothing of his real journey, and led Drakon towards a nearby village. As the sun was rising Drakon stopped suddenly. "Wait, I heard something," Drakon looked around into the forest and saw nothing. "It must have been noth-, Look out!" An arrow went whizzing past James' head. They both jumped off of their horses and took out their arms. Several bandits rushed onto the trail, brandishing clubs, daggers, and rusted swords. The two friends stood back to back and waited. A foolish man with a club rushed at James, and was rewarded with a sword to the chest. Seeing this, his comrades circled them warily. "Ready friend?" Drakon asked. James smiled for what seemed like the first time in years. "When you are." They both let loose loud war cries and rushed into the bandits. James ducked under a blade and took another’s legs out from under another. He brought the sword up into the throat of a man as he attempted to club the Constable on the head. He felled the final bandit with a blow to the midsection with his blade. James turned and saw Drakon finish his last man with a dagger though the left eye. "These are common bandits. They're not used to having someone fight back," James said as he turned a corpse onto his back with his foot. "Nice to fight alongside you once again," Drakon said as he peered around, checking for anymore. "Same to you, but we must part ways here, you're technically wanted," James stated, looking at Drakon. "I know. I hope our paths meet again someday, hopefully as friends," Drakon returned the look. "Until we meet again," James pulled himself into the saddle and rode away. ◘▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬◘ [Criminal entity arrest order] Exactly two weeks ago, traces of an ancient race were uncovered, with evidence of their destruction by a great force. Constable Issac Drakkoth was able to capture and interrogate a member of this race using an experimental device taken from the metallic tablets uncovered. This device is able to detect a spectral type of energy that is yet unnamed. This device detected large quantities of this energy coursing through the veins of a creature buried beneath the capital of Thismonia. After being interrogated, the creature was able to describe much of this race and what happened to it. In their tongue, the race is called: миγειά σου, which is "Enatka" in common speak. The lone survivor of the race was able to describe their downfall. Quote: "It began with Xozlarr. He was a god to us, our life-long chieftain and leader. Upon one day, Xozlarr spoke of the coming of the demon-lord Harkloth and his armies approaching from the north, which he had seen inside the seeing-stone. As it was his duty to protect us, he went forth to destroy the demon-lord, though this brought great lament to us, we could not stop him. For many years, he was not sighted or even spoken of. He was not forgotten, as the demon-lord had not been seen either, which meant that he had achieved his goal. Five and thirty years after his leave, a great flap of wings was heard and Xozlarr returned upon the back of a spiked beast, fire flying from its mouth. The whole city was in rejoice, but as he neared us, Xozlarr let out a great cry and lifted his sword to the skies. His eyes turned blood red, and his people ran in fear as the sky turned deathly black and a sudden wave of fear overcame us. 'Had our lord turned against us?' we wondered. As the sky twirled ever black, fiery fissures erupted in the ground, and out spilled all the demonic creatures of hell. Our city was overrun, and our leader turned against us. A clawed beast leaped onto my chest, tearing out the metal-pipes in my chest. I was slowly becoming an inert mass of metal, "dying" in your terms. As I accepted my end, a molten blade sprouted from the beast's chest, and Xozlarr spoke: "Demon, did I not give you specific instructions not to harm them? Your incompetence is unacceptable; I banish you back to hell!" I could not speak, and Xozlarr replaced the metal in my chest and walked away. As he turned around, I saw that his head was not normal, there was an odd metal piece in his head, and I realized that he had a metallic head. Nobody in our race was entirely metallic, most of us had a metal torso and maybe legs, but we were not capable of surviving with a metallic head, as we were partly human, and we required a real brain. But Xozlarr did not contain such a head, and he appeared to be completely metallic, and therefore impervious to the effects of age.... After this revelation, I came back to reality to see molten metals rain down upon us, destroying any hope of survival. In fear, I ran. I did not stop running until I fell into a cave, lying unseen before me. One of my legs, damaged by the beast, exploded in sparks and I was trapped. I was the only survivor. There I lay for hundreds of years (our average lifespan is around 1500 years) until I was roughly lifted from my resting place by people, and was brought to be interrogated. That ends my story." The attack upon these people was clearly orchestrated by this "Xozlarr", and he must be captured and executed for his crimes upon these people. He nearly wiped out an entire race, and will likely do so to many more unless he is stopped. It is unclear what this metal being looks like, but the Constable's device may be able to find him. If you spot someone with metallic limbs, you are to report it immediately. This being is now a wanted criminal, and we could be next in his schemes. Constable Issac Drakoth ◘▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ RELEASES ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬◘ Thismonia: Up and Coming By the end of this week, horses should be perfect. As you may know, Horses are currently equipped with new spears, but they still do have their respawning glitches. So, this will be fixed, but there will be a new feature as well! Many of you may remember back in Wayshire how we had arm-tilting shields. I've adjusted these so your arm will not move, and on horses, it changes so your shield is at your side! The Craftsmen may or may not have created a new shield design, and there may or may not be a "Shield bash" feature included in the shields. What do you think? Post your comments below! In conclusion, this week has a lot of new features added to already existing items, and hopefully everything works out well! Happy crafting! ~Sir Brian Harwick (Xulp) ◘▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬◘ Town of Aureum I am happy to tell you that a soon to be city is in now being built! You can take a sneak peak at the progress the builders of the town have made. (I am currently thinking about selling tools, but trust is a problem) Prices for houses: Medium donation (to the Kingdom) for a small house. Large donation (to the Kingdom) for a medium sized house Massive donation (to the Kingdom) for a large house. The houses are not for sale just yet. Once the builders of the town have made enough houses to fit some of you, they should be for sale. It will be constantly expanding for the growing population of Thismonia. ◘▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ADVERTISEMENTS ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬◘ Custom Thismonian Boats. Send me a basic idea for a boat and pay me 50 TIX for your own custom Thismonian boat! (Boat only available in participating Thismonian Places and Places you own and place it in) Directions: 1. Buy this T-shirt (Costs more than 50 TIX, blame ROBLOX's 30% income tax) http://www.roblox.com/Boat-Payment-item?iEd=111134748 2. Send me a PM with your specifications for the boat and informing me that you bought it. (I choose the speed and turning speed based on how aerodynamic and hydrodynamic your design would be in real life, Don't bother sending me the speed you want, I won't pay any attention to it if you do.) 3. Answer any questions I send you back in reply to your message. 4. Wait for a message from me telling you that the boat is done. 5. Take the model and have fun with it. Or, if you can't afford this or don't want your own boat but want a boat you can take this model for free. http://www.roblox.com/Thismonian-Kingdom-Boat-item?id=108390899 Ignore the Description, I've tested the boat but ROBLOX won't let me update it. ◘▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬◘ Experienced Sailors Needed! As Thismonia's navy is expanding to suit our growing colonial capacity, we've found that a shortage of experienced captains and sailors has come about. Good pay is promised on the docks, along with the status of privateer on the waves in the name of Thismonia! Please contact Lord Marshall Evelyn if you wish to commandeer or work on such a fine vessel constructed by Thik Craftsmen's hands. ◘▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ NOTICES ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬◘ Contest! We will be having another writing contest this week! The winner can recieve a promotion to Savant, and can be the King's Council for a day! We'll only have this reward if we have 12 or more participants. http://www.roblox.com/Forum/ShowPost.aspx?PostID=93278670 ◘▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬◘ Activity Keep your eye out for events now that many people have their easter holidays going on! A multitude of promotions, celebrations, roleplays and wargames are set to be carried out. Stay active :D. ◘▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬◘
That concludes our sixth edition! Hope you enjoyed the read. Please write all constructive criticism and praise on this forum post and feel free to PM the author. Keep em scribblin’! #4245 words! ◘▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬♔▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬◘
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