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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!
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LORE: 1. Wanted 2. Dark Skies 3. Shady Deals 4. Growing Unrest
LITERATURE: 1. Ghost Tales: Volume II "The Friend" 2. Seraph's Revelation 3. The Adventures of James Hawtrey: Book-2 Part-2 "Unexpected Announcement" 4. Adventures in the Dis't, Pt. I The End of a Beginning 5. A True Tale of Will 6. The Day Fort Siegebane Fell (Fiction) 7. Thismonia! (A poem) 8. A Bennis Poem
RELEASES: 1. Thismonia: Up and Coming 2. Weapons... YARGH!
ADVERTISEMENTS: 1. Advertisements Needed! 2. The Bennis Poetry Collection- Part 1
NOTICES: 1. Land
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Wanted: Consigue the Neophyte
The Consortium of Mystics has placed a bounty onto the capture or execution of Consigue the Neophyte.
Consigue is responsible for the abduction of many Skazians as part of his concoctions as an Alchemist.
Long ago, Skazians, Orcs, and Elven-kind have been outlawed as ingredients in alchemy.
Consigue is currently known to operate somewhere in the outskirts of the Province of Yallia, and so the Consortium urges caution to adventurers who pass through out or into Yallia, in the case of an attempted kidnapping by the exiled Alchemist and his clique of henchmen.
Guide and Augurer Seraph has attested to his crimes.
"I have personally felt the second-hand effects of a potion crafted from humans. I'm sure I've roughly traced his aura of human-made concoctions to around the outskirts of Yallia. The aura and magical power being so slippery suggests to us that Consigue is on the move."
Seraph has dispatched numerous mercenaries and mages of his own, but recently, he has found no success, as more disappearances continue to reveal in the Skazian Harbingers.
Currently, Seraph has made an offer containing an assortment of gold and silver to the person or people that capture or kill Consigue.
Seraph urges those with information about Consigue to report to their nearest Thismonian Guard, or Army barracks.
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Shady Deals?
Word on the grapevine is that a lot of money and promises have been changing hands recently in back alleys and highly decorated manors. While this is total rumour, one person speaks that builders and miners are being secretly abducted along with their families and forced to build for an unknown organisation within the borders of Thismonia. A "Sanctuary" of some kind, has been quoted to be built in an unknown area. Sanctuary to whom...? We may never know.
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Dark Skies
The leading mages prophesize that the sky will go dark for an entire day to signify the return of the demon "Akranhar", who once lorded over the ancient Martican Empire, long before the recording of knowlege by ink was allowed. It is unknown when this day will actually be, but it will no doubt be a scary time for men, mer and fiend across the land. National talks of what to do have been taking place in all major societies of magic and diplomatic halls.
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Growing Unrest
There has been hushed talk of Elven infringments on the border. The Civil Elves have been accusing Thismonia of looting their border towns and forts. Nobody surely knows what's going on, bandits posing as Thismonians may be the answer or something far darker on the Elves' part. That's all for now.
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Ghost Tales
Volume II, The Friend
A small log crackled and split in the flames, startling me out of my reminiscing and refocusing my attention on the world. "'Tis all right. Nothing will hurt thee." the man across the campfire spoke. I felt a cold breeze as walked over, and brushed his hand on my cheek to staunch the tears dripping onto my woolen cloak. I choked back a sob, then sat upright and met his gaze, beckoning him to continue. "With no higher spiritual purpose, what could I do but appease my carnal desires? I first became a laborer in the old Evergreen area, then left once I could afford to escape the wastes. I came to Yallia as a bandit, as there were reputedly wealthy folk in the area. Alas, I was thwarted, and became a wanted man. I fled for Clesaria, in hope I could escape the pursecution." The dark-skinned man took a deep breath, then continued to speak. "In Clesaria, I found peace. I found Theiyia. I settled down, and became a farmer. I thought I could escape my past. 'Twas a mistake, a grave one. After a couple summers of peace with her, he arrived." The man shuffled a bit, then took a deep breath. It must have been a painful memory, for he became more pale and wan than he was currently. "My father... was a drinker and a fiend. He must have been crazy all along, that is most likely how he wound up in prison. So this one night, he visited our house. Theiyia's and mine. I was in the fields, sowing the seeds, when I saw him enter. I run inside to make sure we were not robbed, and I see there Theiyia lying on the floor." He inhaled again, eyes dark and pained. "She must have taken up the kitchen knife to defend herself, but in vain, for I found her lying on the floor, her face mutilated." The man turned to speak again, but then I heard a ring- the ring of steel being drawn.
-By TheBlasphemous
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Seraph's Revelation
The morning was crisp as the faded light half-heartily pierced the clouds that shroud the sky in the morning.
The fourteen-year-old Draeon, Seraph's birthname, stirred up from his makeshift bed of foraged materials, and he exited his shabby, orange-red tent to await the nomadic chief's orders, a bow-wielding horseman renown in the nomads for his skill with the bow under the influence of a speeding horse.
Today, Draeon was the first boy out. An oddity, as he was usually preceded by the occasional rubble of at least two boys standing there, smirking in their superior physical strength.
Five minutes later, all the boys were lined, their ages varying from ten to sixteen. One was missing. It was Jsak, one of the more... muscular boys.
The chief finally arrived, all geared up in his usual prestigious armour made of the mixture between war relics and scavenged armour.
Usually, Draeon was assigned the measly, childish tasks - a product of his thin and tall stature.
Today, Draeon was told to gather some water with another boy in the stead of Jsak. This may sound like another easy task, but gathering water in foreign lands was dangerous. Bandits and hazardous animals, lurking everywhere.
Jsak was severely wounded yesterday when he had cut his upper arm on a sharp rock, and so he was pardoned for his agony from the usual tasks.
Draeon was off on his way ten minutes later, two large buckets rattling by his side as he struggled to keep up with the other boy, who was zealously running ahead of him.
The first part of the job went as smooth as can be. Arriving at the spring, they gathered as much water as they can, and reversed their direction to head back to the camp.
That's when they attacked.
Looming out of the darkness of the forest, a small band of three bandits ambushed the first boy in the front. Stealing the water, the others turned on Draeon as he hurried to the muffled screams.
That's when Seraph, then Draeon, discovered his affinity for magic.
The battle was close.
In his panic, Seraph threw a punch while running away into the opposite direction, weighed down by his water.
Of course, the fist itself did not land. But the fire did.
A hot fire roared as it conjured itself in a stream of fire as he threw his punch. Stunned by the sudden display of fire, the fire connected to the bandit's face, setting his hood and face aflame as he whirled out of sight in agony.
The next two advanced, leaving the other boy to run off for help, water spilled on the frosty crisp grass.
Half-praying he could repeat this feat, Draeon swept his legs, and as such, a small fire erupted. Taking momentum, he did this again as the bandits charged with their swords, and the fire grew into a semicircle of flying flames.
Smashing into both of their knees, the bandits tripped. One of their swords slid towards Draeon, to which he took and hurried off with the water, back to the camp.
From that day, Draeon, or Seraph, honed his skill in secret. Little did he know, his destiny was uncovered that day.
-By Alpha8 (Seraph)
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The Adventures of James Hawtrey Book- 2 Part- 2 'Unexpected Announcement' James was lying in the cell on his back when he started to lose his mind. It had been two weeks since he had woken in a cell. He spent most of the day in the small cell, only let out for a single meal a day when the sun was directly overhead. At first he slipped in and out of consciousness due to the pain. Eventually, he stayed awake long enough to get bored. When everything has been taken, one still has their memories. James re-lived some of his fonder memories at first. He ran out of those in less than a day. Then his mind forced him to go deep, to where he forced his nightmares and regrets. To lead off the memories he thought back to the first time he killed... James was just starting out in the army, a newly made footman. The first combat he saw was under the strong walls of Yallia. Whilst paroling the walls, James heard a call to arms further along the wall. A group of raiders was trying their luck like many had before. As usual not many made it past the first volley of arrows. Then the officer in charge of the walls at the time called for his men to meet the remaining raiders on the field. They charged out and James didn't manage to get into the small melee with the remaining enemies. He went through the fallen and came across a raider with an arrow through his neck. He was still alive. The man stared into James' eyes and made a gurgling sound. The officer came along and encouraged James to kill him. So he did. James had no problem killing now, but the raider was helpless. He rolled onto his stomach and put his hands on the ground, palms down, and pushed. He got himself off the ground and held himself there for a moment before the pain in his shoulder was too much. His arm gave out and he fell face first into the stone. Panting, he realized this was going to be harder than he thought. Sometime later, a guard unlocked the cell for the daily meal. Rising to his feet, James stepped outside the cell. The tables were all down a flight of stairs, at the bottom most layer of the pit. On the first day, James looked for a way out. The cells were carved into the walls of the pit, while walkways snaked up to the surface. Near the top, there was a break in the walkway. One could only get across when a thick timber was lowered from the other side. It was too far to jump. and a suicide mission. James received his meal and sat at one of the tables. The meal consisted of some sort of mystery slop. It tasted awful. While James sat alone, the other prisoners seemed to do the same, but there were a few groups. All of a sudden a hush fell over the prisoners. James turned to look in the direction the others were. A man stood on the walkway above and stated in a clear voice heard by all. "By decree of the king, Alanaster Prison shall become prisoner run. The guards will stay at the surface, preventing all from leaving. There will be daily food drops, with the same amount of food you are currently getting. We now take our leave." With that, he turned and ascended the walkway. While the prisoners were distracted, the guards had abandoned their posts and as the last made it over the timber, it was pulled up, all the guards now in safety.
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NOTE: This will be a set of stories containing Dislveisltan lore, the lore of the Kingdoms that surround it, wars that broke out between the kingdoms, inner conflicts, and interesting happenings to me, or my colleagues.
Adventures in the Dis't, Pt. I The End of a Beginning (The Introduction)
Long, long time ago, in the lands where the Kingdom of Dislveislt now resides, there was a village under the dominion of the early Hesjucklan Tribes, named Kri. In the village, which still exists up to our days, was born a boy. His name was Ellak of the Kri. The village of Kri was famed for having raised at least two warriors of the Hesjucklans - Huanay of the Kri, and Gaugelus of the Kri - both of them were brothers, who later joined the Dislveislt kingdom.. Every man not noble enough to claim a second name was titled by the name of the village or town he comes from. Ellak of the Kri was no exception - he was born in a family of poor farmers. As his parents were both killed during an Orcish raid in the village while he was still a young boy, he ran away to the forests where a bear took him as one of her own sons. Once Ellak grew up old enough to depart from his feeder, he headed from the caves and mountains to the forests, and found a land, devastated by wars and ruined by greedy lords. The ruins stood there like an old tree stood in a forest, used by many yet taken down by none, home to none yet shelter to few. The Kingdom of the past was disbanded from these lands, and they were haunted by many ungodly creatures - A cross breed of an Orc and an Ogre, sons of a Dragon and a Witch. There, Ellak dealt those beasts with cunning plans - he angered the sons of a Dragon and a Witch on each other, thus they killed each other, and the cross breed of the ugly creatures were forced to leave due to a short fire that Ellak caused in the forest. He put the forest out afterwards, and forged the Kingdom of Dislveislt. I originate from the same village as Ellak - the Kri. It's a lovely small town now. Even if it raised many heroes and even a King, nobody seemed to note the village. After establishing his position in the Realm of Paehnoea, building a new town which was made into the capital - Daoginusia, and amassing an army, he marched towards the lands of Hesjucklan tribes, conq uered half of their lands, took the village of Kri and some other cities, yet let the Hesjucklans live. One day the forests, the rivers, the lakes, the people - everyone wailed and wept bitterly as they saw their King's corpse burnt, the ashes placed into an urn and thrown down the cliff of Ziponaegh, a sacred place to both Dislveisltans, Hesjucklans, Misjucklans, Injucklans and Zakkacks. Once the King died, the First Age of the Kingdom of Dislveislt has ended, and my story - the Story of Elvictur of the Kri (or known as Laknott Elvictritch in Thismonia) - has begun. I was born a long time after Ellak was born and established the Kingdom of Disilveislt (Or the Dis't for short, a slang used by many residents of the kingdom). I lived during his reign, I lived in his domain. I was subject to nobody but him, the King, the Goddess Fortuna, and myself. I wept bitterly at his death, too...
Travianer999
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A True Tale of Will – Part 1
-By Runeyak5
“What a chilly winter night,” remarked Will to his burly fellow traveller. Once no reply came Will simply took it that his voice had not carried over the howling wind and George, his comrade, hadn’t heard him. Will shifted in his saddle and firmly grasped his cowl as they went along their journey. In a few hours they came in sight of a small desolate village with few straw covered cottages scattered here and there. Will quickly scanned the mountainous and snowy terrain that lay in front of them until his eyes rested on a column of smoke rising from the centre of town. “That’s most likely the tavern where we will find our acquaintance,” thought Will to himself. He then raised his gaze and found the impossible to miss towering mountains that stood imposing behind the small community.
Will prepared his mind with a set of lies to obtain them passage to the village as they grew closer. Soon Will and George were trotting upon the rugged path layered in heaps of snow that led to the main gate. One at the main gate they were stopped as expected. “Halt, what travellers seek passage to our village?” The gatekeeper’s voice boomed above the thunderous wind. “Tis only I, Will Harthmore and George Gavinsmith, friendly travellers in need of shelter.” The gate keeper pondered his options before quickly scanning the land around them to make sure no bandits lay in wait. Once he saw nothing out of the ordinary except for the fact that the smaller of the two men carried a massive longbow over his back and the large brute had a double bladed axe in his ornate belt. He wondered if he should let them in with those weapons and decided to, since they would be severely outnumbered if they caused trouble. “Come inside, the tavern is near the centre of town!” The gatekeeper pulled the wooden lever and the oak gates swung open. Will waved forward with his hand to signal to go inside and as they slowly cantered along, the gate swung shut, with the force of the wind behind it causing a bellowing BOOM to echo about the natural mountain valley.
The warm glow of the light under the door came as a relief to Will’s eyes as they neared the tavern. They got off their mounts and put them in the back stables safe from the harsh elements. They entered the back door of the tavern to try and be as incognito as possible. As the door creaked open a gush of wind swept into the room announcing their arrival. Any hope of entering without notice was now dashed as every regular customer looked up at the two strange newcomers. Will slowly lowered the hood from his face and walks toward a back table. Once they sit down the room is once again filled with noisy chatter and the banging of glasses on wood. Will waves over a serving boy and has him bring the night’s special to him along with two glasses of Gallic wine. Once the boy is gone Will leans over and whispers to George, “You see the man with the hood up in the far left side of the bar? That’s him.” Without a spoken response George simply nods at the new information. Will stands up and approaches the man.
The man watches out the corner of his eye and sees Will’s approach. His right hand slowly drifts down to the tempered steel dagger with an engraved maple wood hilt that lay in a secret sheath under his arm. Hand resting on the small pommel of the dagger the man listens as Will speaks the word, “Stonemore.” The man lets out a sigh of relief at hearing the code word and then loosens his grip on the dagger. “Hullo, my name’s Will. May I know yours?” inquired Will. The man replied, “I’m Jack. They told me to expect a messenger I just didn’t expect the large bodyguard too.” Will leans over to George and whispers for him to guard the front door. Will then leans back Jack and asks, “So may I have the documents?” “Oh of course,” Jack responds as he fumbles slipping the leather pack over his shoulder. After another moment of his clumsiness is Jack able to hand Will the packet. “Thank you brother now rest in peace.” Will spoke the last couple words in the Gallic language as his drew his gleaming eight inch double edged dagger from its black leather sheath. The man’s eyes grew in fright but his shout died in his mouth as Will rams the point of the dagger upward in the man’s back towards his heart. Will slowly removes the dagger and backs away from the corpse which now resembles a sleeping man with a hole in his back. To keep away the guards, Will picks up the man and carries him to an empty room where he dumps the body.
Will is drawn back to the main room where he hears a loud clamour and shouting. He returns to the main room to find George fighting a hefty drunken man. The drunkard swings with his right hand only to find George to have stepped back and simply evaded the punch. The drunkard, overcome with ale and rage, then swings in rapid succession and none of which come close to hitting George or even the wall. The drunken man staggers toward George sputtering awful curses. George simply awaits his approach and when the man is within in two feet of him George gathers his strength twists his hips then drives home a splitting uppercut to the man’s jaw. The man is sent airborne for a couple of moments then comes crashing down and breaking a table. The man lays carping and only semi-conscious.
“We must leave now George,” Will says as he prepares to once again meet the bitter cold. They leave the tavern casually glancing to make sure the town’s constable hasn’t sent guards after them. Will instructs, “Get the horses George.” George disappears behind the tavern and is soon back with Will’s black sleek stallion and George’s own chestnut battle horse. Soon they were mounted and headed towards the town’s back gate. Which technically speaking wasn’t much of a gate, just a small barred door in the leading out of the pinewood wall. Going a short while from the town, Will managed to find a nice sheltered camp. He and George promptly fell asleep safe from view…
“Prepare the hordes,” General Haz’ek walked in between the ranks of his the soldiers he was preparing to send to their deaths. Their brown, heavy leather armour was shoddy and their broken tipped spears or rusted swords were no match for the Thismonian’s gleaming steel armour and weapons. But that was not what General Haz’ek had planned. He had a chilling disregard for his own men and soldiers and he knew what had to be done. Galloping to the front of the ranks, he stared back toward the hordes of soldiers then began waving his sword in the air. He raised his voice to a shout, “Today men, we ride on into Thismonia!” “Today we gain glory and fortune!” “They are weak and cowardly.” “Ride on and follow me soldiers of Gijuman and we will put those Thismonians in place! Haz’ek spurred his horse forward and him and his men were off.
Will sat up and rubbed his eyes tiredly. “Better open the message,” thought Will. He opened the satchel and pulled out the letter then cut the wax assassin’s seal. Will steadily read the letter, not betraying any emotion. He looked up as George approached him. “What’s it say boss?” Without a glancing at him, Will handed the letter over for George to read. After George was done, Will took the letter and put it in the fire. “We move now.” They hurriedly packed their things then once again mounted their stallions and set off.
“There’s the vanguard,” pointed over to the leading column of troops. “The leader and his guard should be next.” Just as Will said, the General and his guard where in a tight circle following the leading vanguard. Will leans in and whispers his plan into George’s ear. George slowly nods as he gets what his job is. The gravel crunched and rolled under George’s feet as he slid down the mountain. Soon he was at the base of the mountain a couple of 100 feet ahead of the vanguard. He then found the cave Will instructed him to wait in. Then he pulled out his double edged battle axe and prepared himself mentally.
Will grumbled as his boots continually slipped. He then sighed in relief as he finally reached the place he wanted. Right under him now was George, holed up and ready. Will had seen this outcrop that went right above the mountain pass where the troops where passing through. He took off his massive bow and laid it on the outcrop. He then tied himself to the outcrop tightly and made a harness for himself. He took a deep breath and waited for the General to pass. Minutes later the General was almost under him and Will stood up and unsheathed his longest black obsidian dagger. He took another deep breath, spread his arms, and then let himself fall. The wind was rushing past him and he kept his arms spread and legs together. The feeling was amazing and the ground coming up close. He let out a whistle and saw George spring from his hiding spot and stand in front of the General and his guard. All the men drew their swords and surrounded George, leaving an opening to the General. Will was now swinging towards the General with one hand outstretched with the dagger. He never saw it coming. The dagger took the General in the back of the head, the black tip ramming through the other side. Blood shot out of the front and the General was dead in an instant, his brain cut in half. Will unhitched himself from the harness and rolled to a stop. The General’s guard then surrounds them, weapons at ready. Will lets a grin a pass and pulls out two new daggers. “On my mark.”
To be continued...
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~ THE DAY THE CASTLE OF YALLIA FELL ~
One sunny, Hot day, 6 Patrol guardsmen were wandering about through the streets of Yallia. One man asked each another about Jardians recent raids on us. While patrolling they start noticing Houses being empty, People, missing, They start wandering about further and further when Finally they get a glimpse of the Mass horde of horror that threatened Thismonia. The Mandorians. The Jardians.... and other Rebellion clans were all gathered as one, Under the rule of their Queen and Ally ship leader, Athena. As these men got a glimpse of this, Mass horror, Arrows pierced through 2 of the Guards, To the left we're 5 Jardians, 3 Bowmen, and 2 What looked like Recruits, The guards quickly rushed back to the kingdom to warn them, But just about to leave, A spear hit the Back of the Other guard, Knocking him off his horse and Killing him. 3 Guards have been killed, and the other 3 Started to shoot back Arrows at the Jardians and the Mandorians, They quickly held their position on the hill, The guards passed a Hill covering themselves from the Arrows and Spears..They quickly rushed back to the Kingdom, And warned the entire kingdom, There were not allot of Thismonians there, Only but 257 Thismonians, Against 1,723 Mandorians, Jardians, and Rebels. The Thismonians quickly geared up. Civilians, Going the opposite direction, Guards quickly rushing to battle stations. All of the sudden we saw what seemed like Millions of Formally lined men coming through the hillsides and the Forest. We sent messengers to the next kingdoms asking for Backup. All the guards knew they wouldn't make it on time. Soon after, Sure enough the Enemies got to the Gates of Thismonia, No one dead yet except a few Jardians. They yelled out for us to Surrender, One man yelled out, "Kiss our Asses! While he jumped down and started killing Mandorians and Jardians, Soon after he killed 6 Soldiers, He was knifed 3 Times by a Rebel, shortly after they started ramming the gates, The Thismonians, Dropping whatever Huge rock they could find down on them, Shooting arrows, Throwing spears, Dropping oil on them and lighting them on Fire, Still, they would not stop pushing through, soon after the Gates of Yallia we're forced open by the Massive swarm of Mandorians and Jardians, They soon began going for our walls, Fighting 1 v 1 Against one another, Thismonian on Jardian, Thismo nian on Mandorian, Everyone was fighting, Then, The Knights from the Order of Thismonia came from their homes, And started swinging their Swords into crowds of Mandorians and Jardians, dodging arrows and Spears. Though, Allot of the knights were killed, Some of the knights managed to barricade themselves with other Thismonian Guards inside the throne room, But the Mandorians and the Jardians we're Ruthless and started burning the Doors, Digging holes, And putting bombs near the Doors. 4 blocked up passage ways we're destroyed, The throne room was taken over by the Jardians and Mandorians, The Thismonian knights and Guards..Dead.. Yallia was taken over by the Enemy. A few hours after this Victory for Jardia and Mandoria, The other kingdom had sent ALL their men to Re-take the Great City of Yallia, While the Jardians and Mandorians Feasted on their food, And tortured slaves, The civilians and surrendered guards, They would hang them, And shoot them with arrows, Or just jab them with a Speaker till they would bleed out, little did they know of what lied ahead.. soon the rest of the Thismonian Army, over 6,400 strong, Started to take points, Splitting into teams, The Assassins we're given the mission to take secret entrances and Assassinate the Watch tower, The assassins did Good. They killed the guards in the Watchtowers, As the Thismonian Horsemen started to station up for a Frontal attack, The sharpshooters we're put in trees, On mountains, and some went with the assassins and took the place of the dead Jardian watch tower men. Obviously, when the horsemen we're in line, And the knights we're ready, and the Guards we're stationed and ready to fight, The mandorians soon spotted them in the distance, And started to shout "THISMONIANS ARE HERE!" Shortly after that Mandorians and Jardians and the Rebels started coming from the rooms of the Castle, as well as from the feast, and looked at the massive colours, of Blue and White. And the flags of Thismonia, Waving behind th e men and women of Thismonia, The Jardians started shooting Arrows at the Thismonians, But the Thismonians rose up their Shields to cover themselves. A few minutes later that night, Thismonians drew closer and closer to the Gates. Soon they reached it with only 100 dead. The Thismonians started to Knock down the Rebuilt gate of Yallia, After a few hits, The gate finally budged, And opened wide, And All the Thismonians started attacking, Assassins, Went for kills on the wall, Knights, For the flag, Horsemen, in the main area of the Castle, Fighting and deflecting Spears from Mandorians, and arrows from jardians. The queen, Athena, Sitting in the Kings throne next to the Heart of Yallia, With 50 strong Jardian knights, Well trained, and well skilled, Thismonian Knights started to Arrive, And slaughtered the men guarding the outside of the door, Soon the Thismonian Knights broke in, With the Thismonian Raid leader, Masmusk, Entered the room, facing Queen Athena, They began to chat, Masmusk said to the Queen, "How nice to see you again, Queen Athena", Athena soon reacted with a type of venomous response, “Was it Wise to try to raid my new kingdom?" After that Sir Masmusk responded, "I'm quite sorry to have ruined your celebration, But Thismonia wants it's Castle back, And not even you Jardians, Can handle Thismonia." The queen quickly laughed, And waved the Jardian Knights to attack, The Thismonian Knights reacted fast, And started to Fight the Jards, It was then Masmusk vs. Queen Athena, only 10 Dead Thismonian Knights and 43 Dead Jardian knights, Jardian Knights started to back down, Athena still fighting Masmusk, Athena then jumped behind Masmusk and almost Hit him in the back of the head, When he ducked down Hitting Athena’s arm, Knocking the sword from her, He then aimed his sword at her, Telling her to Go back to her silly Kingdom and tell your army what happened here. Soon after that, Athena retreated with the rest of her knights, And the Mandorians decided to retreat due to the amount of Men they lost, The Jardians started to retreat out of the kingdom as well, Soon after, There was only 329 Jardians-Mandorians-Rebels left in all. Thismonia was Victorious, And Yallia was once again won back from the Jards and the Mandorians, Though, After that victorious moment, King Quilly gave out the order to have more men stationed in Yallia and the other castles. But the guards of Yallia new for sure, That Athena would return with vengeance..
The end.. Written by FoamFool, Not a true story (OBVIOUSLY)
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Thismonia!
This kingdom, this kingdom Her glory grows In power and skill Strength and training May be the key to happiness Oh the key, oh the key No, It does not make us unhappy In all truths Any of us may agree, this kingdom gives us so much glee!
(Read the first letter in each sentence.)
-By Queenlisa101
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If you want your child to laugh, cry, stare, or to shut up and go to sleep, here you go Thismonians: ---------------------------------------------------------------
One man laughed, another one fell. The next one jumped over the little old man, Who drowned in the lake with the small little hen.
Drowning! Drowning!
One woman cried, the other one died, The next one tried to pick up the little old man, Who drowned in the Lake with the small little hen.
Drowning! Drowning!
One Child stared the other didn't care. The next one grabbed the hen from the little old man, Who drowned in the lake with the small little hen.
- By Bennis (Jordan519)
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Thismonia: Up and Coming
This week, a few new things have been released at Yallia. Firstly, there are now elf ears for those who are of the elf race, and a skin colour changer for those who are orcs. Consortium members also get a brainslug that will follow you around wherever you go and attack any user that you desire. So, in order to benefit from some of these new features, join our race groups, the orcs and elves, and become a spellweaver of the consortium today! Also, Seraph(Alpha8) is holding a contest for the craftsmen! Join the group to take part and a winner will receive a promotion! So, with all these new changes, happy crafting! ~Sir Harwick (Xulp)
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Weapons... YAAARGH!
Recently, kind donor UrikSandblade has forged 3 more weapons for Thismonia. A fearsome axe, an updated longsword and a dirk! Many thanks to him for his contributions, for without him we'd not have these wonderful toys!
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Advertisements Needed!
Thismonians, we have a large amount of tickets to spend on ads- Over 90000! To be accurate, we have 147509 unspent tickets, and growing. Now, if we were to spend this, we could easily gain a couple hundred members through advertisements- If we had any. Now is the time for our Thismonian artists to bring their talents to the front.
Thismonians, please send in advertisement banners for the Kingdom! Any that are good enough will be released as Kingdom advertisements, and the artist may recieve a promotion.
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Advertisement- Bennis Poetry Collection Part A
Two more weeks until the new Collection of Bennis Poetry, all written by Ryssio Bennis, will be revealed. This will contain of 18 poems, some of which you might have already seen. The collection's theme is "Heroism" In which most of the poems will have something to do with heroes. Comments on the collection will be allowed as well, once released!
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Land
You are all now free and encouraged to make villages. These should be without forts unless you have HR permission (they must know about this decree), you should bring your "family" and friends to help you carve out a piece of hospitable land from the Thismonian Wilds!
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Archive of 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 6th Edition: http://www.roblox.com/Forum/ShowPost.aspx?PostID=93292105 7th Edition: http://www.roblox.com/Forum/ShowPost.aspx?PostID=94197079 8th Edition: http://www.roblox.com/Forum/ShowPost.aspx?PostID=95539613
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The Harbinger System
All future Harbinger papers will be posted from the user "SkazianHarbinger". Send all entries to SkazianHarbinger, and NOT to Masmusk, Exo, or Quilbro.
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That concludes our eighth 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’! #6266 words!
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