The ‘Eye’. It always watches. It always haunts. Unseen, furtive as can be. :: The light has died, left not a spark. :: You will now descend into the lifeless dark. ( The ink begins to fade as you read the eerie text.. )

OOC: Might I inform you that what you did is powergaming. I didn’t give you coordinates to this location, yet you find it. It’s not the easiest location to find. Also, you went through my chests, and took things that didn’t belong to Libertas. Items which I obtained on my own, without commiting any theft.…

~~~~~ Aye! I see you have a liking for the mailbox innovation. I believe I’m going to hold off on the faction forming, and focus more on a new profession. Thieving will still be a part of me, yet I’m going to get more involved with something more social friendly, hahaha. So, do not worry…

Hello, friend! As you can see, I’ve installed a few mailboxes around town, which should increase communication between us. I sent you this letter in order to inform you of my departing. It may be temporary or perhaps may be postponed to a later date. The purpose of this is due to me forming a…

Hello, friend! As you can see, I’ve installed a few mailboxes around town, which should increase communication between us. I sent you this letter order to inform you of my departing. It may be temporary, or it may be postponed to a later date. I’m forming a crew – a fleet faction/clan. It’s main ‘base’…

~~~~~~~ :: o Having a few thoughts of forming a faction/clan of sorts. :: o I was maybe considering a fleet, some sort of sailing faction perhaps. :: o I’m not sure if it’s possible, today’s engineers still can’t determine the physics in order to sail a large boat on water. (( A built boat…

~ This log keeps track of guard shifts, high level loot locations, past loot locations, etc. :: Alras – Adjacent to Shallowfield. :: N/A – Proceeding from Kalurugan, King’s Road, To the left. :: Wolverines’ Town/Base – Coordinates: N/A – Location: Proceeding east from Kalurugan. :: Grab’s Lodge – Coordinates: X -226 Z 521 –…

:: – Kamees, 17th – 18th of The Deep Cold, 1324. :: o Yet another grim scene in Oren. The portal to the Nether, the domain of the Undead, remains in the main square. For 3 days, relentless waves of Undead – Giants, Ghasts Pigmen, Zombies, Skeletons. :: o This is unbelievable… King Perea emerged…