by 12345 » Sun Apr 15, 2007 8:00 pm
I'll make it easy.... it's starting NOW. See below.
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Today I spoke with Bomanz of MAGIC. If you don't already hate gnomes as much as I do, I'm sure you soon will.
From what I was able to understand, many of their contraptions suffered malfunctions as a result of something much more unexpected than their normal malfunctions. While most the contraptions were simply more chaotic, the painting machine was somewhat useful, apparently, until it wasn't. (I'm assured this is normal.) It alternated between writing useful information and painting over what it had written. Among the things it wrote were numerous references to everyone on Thordfalen perishing to an unstoppable, unkillable evil.
It gets better.
After the painting machine had been somewhat repaired (ie. kicked repeatedly), it obtained several pieces of paper and scribbled madly before passing them to some steam powered mail delivery rocket that failed to malfunction as normal. Bomanz believes that whatever was sent was of vital importance to the survival of Bal Harbor. However, he has no idea where it went or how to find out. Apparently, the launch disrupted some huge metal scaffolding that the rocket was supporting. Bomanz repeatly assured me that the scaffolding will be fine and even mananged to repair whatever was ailing the poor painting machine but completely obliterated whatever contraption knows where the rocket is.
Isn't that good news?
Now, you might wonder why I would be speaking with Bomanz to start with (I know I was). Strangely enough, some contraption nearly killed me as it came screaming out of the sky. It then further surprised me by shooting a piece of paper with gold writing at me. After verifying that I was still alive, and reading the bizarre contents of the note... I decided a gnome had to be behind this.
The note read:
[quote="note":d2ov4ko7]How are you gentlemen?
All your Bal Harbor are belong.
This is beginning.
Fire-blackened Burial Chamber
. .The remains of a stone bier dominate the center of the chamber. The
bier is white, with powdery white ash surrounding it. The conflagration
which glazed the center of the bier into an off-white glass, surrounds
a grey area in the shape of a human body. In stark contrast, black soot
completely covers the ceiling and walls.
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Who am I?[/quote:d2ov4ko7]
And so, there you have it. The only clue we have so far to save our fair land.
May the drachma be with you.
Kein Mehrheit Fur Die Mitleid -KMFDM