The Shaman Oba Strikes
Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2004 12:25 am
My fellow Homins, I bring you grave tidings. If you have heard already of the wicked Shaman Oba, you know too well that nothing good can come from this news. Oba has, however, kept fairly quiet in these lands of late, so many of you may not have heard the tales of his deeds. Suffice to say, this mad wizard is begrudged to all of hominkind, and has rather made it his goal to cause as much trouble as he can. Not too long ago, but before most of you young homins may remember, he was responsible for the disappearance of the Matis Ambassador as he spoke in Zora. The ambassador was recovered quickly, but the shaman was not dissuaded. He has struck again.
In the great city of Pyr, the Tryker Ambassador, Quintin, engaged in high level talks with the Fyros, was abducted in the night by this vile mage. Oba left no signs of his presence except for a scrawled note on a tattered parchment.
“Homins of Atys, you are corrupted by your contact with other races and you have become both slow and stupid. I have set you a test to prove this, that you will never solve. The Ambassador is captured by my cunning and hidden in a most distant spot. In due course I will let you have a clue to his whereabouts which I am certain will be beyond your puny abilities to solve. WAIT ON MY WORDS AND FEAR ME. I AM HE YOUR DOOM SHALL BE."
This has lead to much concern in the capital city of the Fyros people. There is talk in the streets of what may come of this. Every homin here now keeps a wary eye over their shoulder, and a firm grasp on their blade.
In the great city of Pyr, the Tryker Ambassador, Quintin, engaged in high level talks with the Fyros, was abducted in the night by this vile mage. Oba left no signs of his presence except for a scrawled note on a tattered parchment.
“Homins of Atys, you are corrupted by your contact with other races and you have become both slow and stupid. I have set you a test to prove this, that you will never solve. The Ambassador is captured by my cunning and hidden in a most distant spot. In due course I will let you have a clue to his whereabouts which I am certain will be beyond your puny abilities to solve. WAIT ON MY WORDS AND FEAR ME. I AM HE YOUR DOOM SHALL BE."
This has lead to much concern in the capital city of the Fyros people. There is talk in the streets of what may come of this. Every homin here now keeps a wary eye over their shoulder, and a firm grasp on their blade.