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I am lost... I will not deny it. All I know, is that I am in a jungle... somewhere... How I got lost is a very interesting story... first... I had wandered out of my apartment in Zora in a haze... There had been a disaster, in which a spark from one of the amber lamps had ignited some dried najab ...

I am going to kill the moron that puts up the pictures in the guild hall. First it was just harmless snap shots of me and Gnasher digging, a bodooc munching grass, Faiyth and the girls skinny dipping, and the inside of a cuttler's mouth... Then it was Orlaf molesting a yelk... One look at the ...

The fact that we have Gibbaï (Zoraï degenerates), Cutes (Tryker) and Frahar (Fyros), but no Matis counterpart appears to me as unequivocal proof that Matisian Goo experiments were not solely conducted on plants and enslaved Trykers... Unless the Momos were that missing link, but they don't look a ...

One day, I was going through some of the old archives from my first days as a militia member. On my way to exchange amber cubes, I aciedently set off my chest of knowledge. The thing went berzerk, tried to gnaw off my arm, jumped erratically around the room, before blowing a huge hole in the wall ...

Finally, I am now the Offical Chronicler of the Pyr Militia... or the "Keeper of the Lore" as the offical title goes. Aside from the prestige that goes with the title... I get a new office! It's not large by any means. Just big enough to fit in a desk, a few chairs, a ragus bed, and my homemade ...

With the grace of the nanoseeds, it is hard to forget that death is sometimes final. I myself have been gored, stabbed, shot, impaled, drowned, clawed, slashed, decapitated, mauled, chewed, dismembered, sliced, diced, lightly sauted, blasted, burned, electrocuted, yubo-ed (don't ask), poisoned ...

Boredom will be the bane of all hominkind. I do not say this lightly. We people are bored, bad things happen. The bored mind will pop off idea's that often have catastrophic effects. I've seen it happen... it's not pretty. When we're sitting around the guild hall, and we can't go digging because we ...

Getting lost during an adventure, is often a adventure on its own. Not to say that any of us have a bad sense of direction, getting lost just happens to the best of us. Mostly it is taking a right instead of a left. You'd be amazed at how lost that can get you. Once, Stewart and Chelly got into an ...

Once every year, Pyr Militiamen from all over Atys converge in one spot in the desert. The passage is perilous. It is fraught with savage creatures, ruthless bandits, and drunken karavan. The point? To have the annual guild mektoub races. You see mektoub breeds from all over. Most people ride the ...

On the eve of the third month of fall, the celebrations to the spirits occur. Each nation celebrates this festival differently. The Trykers dress up in costumes and party. Matis children go door to door and collect sweets. The fyros start big bonfires on the dunes and set off fireworks to light up ...