Wheel of Time MUD

"A day of generosity! A festive moment preparing for festive things! Bring me 'a thin vial of yellow fluid' and show off your generosity!" A tinker trinket collector yelled!

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The dreadguards would collect as many vials as they could, at the very least, they knew they could count on Gok.

The dreadlord simmered a bit, the dreadguards had proven the rallying cry as the Shadow collected the abundance of staves. Those little nuisance of patrols scattered along the lands. That would be their new pursuit. Clear out the support of the Light. ~~~ The tinker collector, an oddity among his pe...

Another swift victory for the Light. The axes surrounded the collector with care and he yelled, "any sungwood staves out there?" ~~ Blarg was secretly pleased. Not a single battleaxe had been donated. What a wanton and scandalous act. The dreadlord, however, miffed, approached a collection of dreadg...

The shields were collected and stored away, and the Light felt sure that there could be no return from the Dark to contest their collection. We'll need wood and we don't always use these, but today, bring me enormous battleaxes. ~~~ Blarg spoke bluntly, "Blarg no give battleaxes. Blarg beat Ko'bal. ...

Another splendid morning shone across the tinker camp as cheers arose for the amount of bells collected! The tinker collector now had his eyes set out on etched shields. "Bring me your etched shields! Bring them to me!" ~~~ H'Krreth wasted no time. He knew the failures of his equals and planned to s...

There was an eerie silence across the land. No meteorites had been found or turned in correctly. Still, there was hope, a tinker trinket collector yelled about silver bells and there were rumors among lumberjacks that where two or more ancient trees gathered they sometimes hid a silver bell within t...

The tinkers cheered loudly at the large pile of rocks. The sandstones and oilstones would be put to good use. "But what about meteorites?" The collector yelled, "we need more meteorites!" ~~ Fidrag met the gaze, but didn't hold it for long. "Meteorites? What will we make with meteorites?" The dreadl...

A trinket collector yells loudly for sandstones. The cheerful noise of the camp seemed a bit perkier. A bit happier. ~~ Ganal the Lurk stands uneasily beneath the gaze of the dreadlord and nods accordingly. He takes his instructions evenly and then passes out instructions across the Ghraem'lan to sp...

10 Days of Blodfest ~~~ Blodfest stalked the camp. The Great Lord had been displeased at the victory of the Light in the Black Hills. His minions had been unsuccessful at pushing back the horde of the Queen's Guard. Yet, he had warned the humans, pain was coming. ~~~ Joar and Raed spoke briefly abou...

Captain Fanico, a gruff-looking man, read through the regular reports as they came in. He grimaced when he got to one with details of the Caralain Grass. He showed the sheet of paper to a Defender of the Rose Crown who immediately ran for the palace. The armored man could read his mind. In no time t...