Oh I don't have one, I'm insanely triggered. I'm gonna make a push-pin string wall and connect all the TWP conspiracy plots to ruin NS.
Sneyland start setting up the moose farm again...... we need to get back to business.
Let's hope this place will work out well.
We are but refugees... kicked out of Balder..... we left the TRR because of all the sin and satanism... TEP was too crowded..... now it's our 4th attempt. We are but honest and gentle moose farmers.... and all we ask for is a home and some respect.
TEP is crowded?
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Treadwellia, Delegate of Lazarus
Sneyland, please organise the cheese, stat!
I appreciate the warm welcome. It's been a difficult journey for me and my associate, along with the 126 moose we're hearding around. The Balderian government was not too kind with us, especially that owl that wears clogs. He is a terrible terrible owl. He also has a terrible name. And what kind of owl wears clogs? Fooooooooo I was a loyal and patriotic Balderian. All I wanted was to share moose stew, but you threw it in my face.
You are a terrible owl.
What do raids and defence entail? I'm thinking of joining the Lazarene Regional Guard.
This is my first post on the Lazarus map. People can reply to it if they want, but they don't have to.
The sea breeze was a gentle thing that swept through the cobbled streets of Mzikos, the capital of the Mzeusian state. On the streets, a couple of women laughed as they went to the market. A child passed them at speed, shrieking as his older brother caught up to him and spun him around. Atop the hilly outcrop that overlooked the city, a cluster of brighty painted temples sat, their multitude of hues gleaming in the light that pierced the mist. From the street, the people couldn't see too much of it. To them, the largest temple (one to Akses, Mzeusian god of the sea) was barely visible, mighty, proud, mysterious in the shrouding mist.
To the priest who now walked the twisting path towards the building, it could be seen more clearly. Its many columns stood tall and the outside walls were heavily decorated with friezes of Akses doing battle with sea monsters and guiding sailors into harbour. The man climbed the shallow steps up to the temple front, passed between the columns and entered the main building. The building itself was sparsely furnished, but friezes continued to decorate the walls. At the back wall, a statue of the sea god gazed downward at the man who knelt without making eye contact. He muttered a prayer to the statue, paused for a moment afterwards, and got to his feet. Casting an eye around, he looked upon the few other priests kneeling before the statue. One of them rose and walked over. He led the other man back out and the two of them stood at the front of the temple, gazing between the columns at the serene bay beyond. A few words were exchanged, and they both looked up as a bird cried out above, gliding on the cool winds above.
As the women laughed and the priests discussed weighty matters, the guards of Mzikos stood dotted along the rocky coast, bronze armour polished to perfection. The mist was beginning to clear, and if one had sailed up to the shore, they would have spotted the statuesque soldiers rooted to their posts. The tips of their spears stuck straight up, pricking the air above with their edge, and the black and white striped plume that crested their helmets fluttered gently.
In the harbour, a warship was anchored off to the side and group of men fished off of a pier. A cheer went up among them as one of them caught a particularly big fish. On the other side of the city, a scattering of farms decorated the landscape. Farmers worked in a field of wheat. As a group of girls chatted in a group as they worked, a man on horseback came cantering by, waving to them as he did.
The bar is open!
passes out pint glasses.