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The inn was empty. All that remained were the bartender and the usual drunkards. They never left. It had been quiet all day. Ever since the citizens had received news of the foreigners arriving in Port City and had flocked to the shores to catch a glimpse, not a soul had passed the threshold of the establishment. Even as the snow fell thickly outside, celebrations were taking place. Local citizens and foreigners alike were mingling and shouting friendly taunts to one another, without any concern for the exhaustive weather.
As evening began to set in, still the sounds of laughter and enjoyment were heard within the inn. The inn-keeper shifted restlessly. It was rare in winter that his establishment was not brimming with patrons, each often seeking a place of warmth. He stood there for a while longer, wondering whether the lack of revellers might make it worth closing the bar for the night and settling down with a glass of ale. His wife would be happy; he couldn’t recall the last time he ever had to close the bar at the onset of evening. Just as the thought drifted through his mind, the double wooden doors to the inn crashed open, causing the barman to jump and drop the glass he was polishing. Over in the corner, a dishevelled drunk cursed as he tried to clean up the ale that he had spilt in fright. Gathering himself together, the barman watched as a figure approached the counter. He knew who this person was; around town he was known as the Snowman. | | ^^ Hi, Mr. Snowman. Im here ;) | The Snowman was dressed warmly in a light blue scarf; he had a fluffy blue hat and was notably short. Despite his appearance, and the odd fact that the Snowman appeared to have no legs, the eccentric character was carrying with ease, the body of a wizard in his arms. Reaching the bar, the Snowman nodded to the inn-keeper and said, “Found this one lying out in the snow. Seems he spent the day battling too hard and didn’t have the endurance to keep up. I’m going to need somewhere private to revive him.” The inn-keeper simply nodded. It was usual for the Snowman to use his establishment as a place of restoration. As the Snowman retreated through a door at the back of the room, the inn-keeper hurried to close his doors to prevent the snow from drifting in.
Just as he was reaching the doors, a wild eyed dark elf burst through the opening, knocking the landlord aside. Sprawled on the ground, he caught himself a glimpse of the dark elf brandishing a sword wildly above his head and before he could retreat, he was lifted up and slammed against the wall. “I am Lord Syrian! The stranger yelled. “I demand you tell me where that scoundrel has taken my friend Lord Dizbe or I will cut your ears off!” Intimidated, all the inn-keeper could do was point weakly towards the door by which the Snowman had left. As the dark elf, Lord Syrian, cast him aside and rushed towards the door, sword extended above his head once more, the inn-keeper forcibly swallowed his fear with a thought; did all the foreigners behave like this?
Lord Syrian burst into the room to find the Snowman leaning over his friend, Lord Dizbe. To Lord Syrian it looked like Lord Dizbe was being poisoned. “Get away from him and fight me you coward!” Syrian yelled. The Snowman straightened up and turned to face Lord Syrian with a calm, amused expression on his face. He made no attempts to draw a weapon and fight the dark elf. Seeing this, Syrian slowed in his tracks and still shouting he asked, “Why have you kidnapped him? Get away this instant or I will slice you up”. The Snowman allowed himself a little chuckle and spoke in a voice more calming than the gentle rolling of waves on a shore; “Calm down young Dark Elf. I have no intention of harming this wizard.” And like waves, the words washed over Syrian, instantly soothing him so that he lowered his sword and felt relaxed. As he relaxed, Syrian looked to see what it was that the Snowman had looked to be trying to poison Dizbe with and saw with a shock of surprise and confusion; he held in his hand no poison, but rather a single, white marshmallow. | Lord Syrian blinked, “what do you intend to do with that?” The Snowman gestured for Syrian to take a seat, “kindly sit down and I will explain,” he said. “Oh but how rude of me not to ask!” exclaimed The Snowman, “By what name are you known, young dark elf?” “Lord Syrian. Who are you?” Syrian responded sharply. The wizard allowed himself a little smile, “I, my foreign friend, am known around these parts as The Snowman. This singular Marshmallow will provide great energy to your friend here. I intend to use it to revive him as it seems he got a little too excited at the prospect of meeting the local citizens in battle,” the Snowman explained. “Didn’t your mother ever teach you not to accept candy from a stranger?” Syrian retorted. Again the Snowy figure allowed himself a little smile and chuckling he said, “Well, you will find out.” Before Syrian could protest, he turned and popped the marshmallow he was holding into Lord Dizbe’s open mouth.
The effect was instantaneous. Lord Syrian watched as the young wizard, who had previously been unmoving, sat bolt upright and looked around wildly. “Lord Dizbe!” Syrian exclaimed. The young wizard turned and looking bewildered he asked, “Lord Syrian, what did you call me? My name is not Lord Dizbe, it is Corey.” Equally confused, Syrian turned to the Snowman, about to accuse him of messing with his friend’s mind. However the Snowman spoke first: “It is alright Lord Syrian. Lord Diz… err, Corey, may be confused for a little while. That can happen when you have been passed out for as long as he has. But as you can see, my candy offers special properties.” Syrian went to open his mouth to speak once more, but the Snowman interrupted him. “Before you offer any words of gratitude or any further questions, I have a favour to ask of you Lord Syrian. Time is of the essence.” Syrian closed his mouth and nodded silently.
“As you have only just arrived in our lands, it is my desire to test your strengths and weaknesses to ensure you are capable of competing amongst the local citizens. Therefore, go immediately and bring forth all Lords and Ladies alike to the general forum. At 18:00 today, I propose a test of knowledge. There are rewards to be won to those who are present and can demonstrate their skills.”
With that, the Snowman stood up and without another word, left the room. Lord Syrian stood still for a moment, looking at Corey who had drifted off to sleep during the Snowman’s request. As odd as the request seemed, Lord Syrian realised with a jolt that he ought to get a move on if he wished to notify and assemble the people of the community to meet at the general forum area at 18:00. Leaving the room, he ran out of the Inn and into the snow once more to alert the people. | | nice | What? Huh? Who woke me up? Where is Lord Syrian?
the community to meet at the general forum area at 18:00.
I wish he had awoken me earlier, that is soon! Hope I get there in time :( Cya out in the snow! | | nice avatar :) | Lords and Ladies alike, welcome to the new realm! I, the Snowman, wish to present you with a test of your knowledge. Lord Syrian has been appointed the task of gathering you all here to ask you a number of questions of my devising. There are rewards to be won. If you wish to partake in this test, you need only follow the guidelines that I have set out for you:
1) This competition shall commence in this topic at 18:00.
2) Lord Syrian and a couple of International Community Council members have been tasked with asking you questions.
3) There will be 30 questions on all manner of subjects. Most will be about some aspect of the game. Some are more difficult than others.
4) The first player to correctly answer any question will receive one of my candies. Each candy has special properties when consumed.
5) A new question will not be asked until the old question has been answered. You must prove your knowledge to me, to be able to progress.
6) The ultimate decision making as to whether a question is right or wrong lies with Lord Syrian and members of the ICC.
7) There is a limit to the number of candies that can be won by a single player. The limit is 3.
8) The competition will run until all 30 candies have been won or ended if there are any unexpected circumstances.
9) These candies have no effect in Commanders' Guild or Tournament Type battles.
So Lords and Ladies, I look forward to your display of knowledge. Good luck.
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Powered by the HWM Radio Team | Welcome, Lords and Ladies, to the Merger Candy Bonanza 2013!
The first question for you is:
1 - Which Lord was Official Chronicler of the LWM Empress besides Arctic?
The first correct answer wins one piece of candy.
Let the games begin! | 1 - Which Lord was Official Chronicler of the LWM Empress besides Arctic?
Skunder. | "Skunder" is correct, and Lord _Sworks_ is the first name on the winners list!
Do wait for the next question, to be brought to you by Lord Corey. | Sorry I am late! Found myself accosted by the Barman on my way out, he wanted to remind me that Valentines was coming up next month. Seemed he regretted not being able to spend time with his wife because he is constantly working in that inn...
So the Second Question is:
Who were the two Valentines of Lordswm in 2010? | Who were the two Valentines of Lordswm in 2010?
Alyna and Jedi-Knight?;d | | Sven91 and Georgia ! :p | Sven91 and Georgia
Correct Rafezo! I wonder if the Inn-keeper and his wife will win Valentines of the year this year... Only time will tell ;) | The Snowman wants to know how long it will take you to answer the next question!
3 - Which Councilor of the Empire Court was given the task to keep Lord Arctic imprisoned during the Unholy Event in LWM.com? | | Feurulis | | Councilor Feurlis | | Councilor Feurilis | Feurulis Indeed it was Councilor Feurlis.
Congratulations Tony, for being the first to answer question 3. A candy is on its way! |
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