Invie

I'm in. Make the prize kill Ledah.

Happy Birthday!

Thank you for the quest. I will take a 30 gold note.

Either will be acceptable.

For obvious reasons.

Unfortunately Ledah speaks truth.

My personal wishlist: 1: Rustgold Dragon 2: Angien Egg 3: Wishpoint 4: Soulweaver

I will be using my own creatures.

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It's bugged for me. This is all I see: RPCQ: rpcq-shopkeeper-willow MDScript Enhanced Document This document contains user created functionality using MDScript. Use on your own risk. Author: Valoryn DocID: 4341 Lines of code: 291 "speak" - [reset] I have tried multiple solutions (Fyrd's suggestions, clearing cache and logging out), but none work. The problem is most likely related to this quest, as other trigger words work just fine.

I will join in and crush all opposition. There might just be the problem that all current participants are of the same alliance and can't fight eachother.

Sage's Keep Territory: Marind Bell Coord: 1_3x4_1 25 Strange Mist

Wind's Crossing Territory: Marind Bell Coord: 1_4x3_1 25 Strange Mist

Count me in. Dumping heads on lower mindpowers is a valid strategy and completely fair. For a good competition I find it best if there are a multitude of ways to play the game, this includes dumping heads. Dumping heads is also balanced by the fact that it costs all your action points to do it.

Invie, Team Hare.

Santiago, Balada ingenua The night has pulled Tacitamuta On a path of darkness, in the depth. ‘Tis what those kids are saying, Sitting in the ashes of desolation. What is the grim rider aiming for, On this dark and narrow road? It aims the Nighttide, lingering in the back Of a black horse resembling liquid dust. Little children, cry on the meadow, Gutting the mind with your sorrow! A man says he saw Tacitamuta In the midst of two hundred wraiths, All clad in black, With shrouds of grey ash, And the horse that Tacitamuta mounted Was a void of black. The man tells it must be known That through the quiet night you could hear The trembling of black hoofs Carried by the waves of the silence. What stopped the flowing of the river? Those horse-riders were wraiths. Little children, cry on the meadow, Gutting the mind with your sorrow!