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Loresinger family running a bit late, but is on her way. She will be there in 5 minutes.

[SUGGESTION]
Have a "bulletin board" on the side of the Antonica Lighthouse which would spawn an in-game browser to THIS particular forum. This way the Community can easily check on ongoing events,...

Was not trying to be prophetic, but my suggestion was submitted at seemingly the same time as your announcement

The Oyeanna Loresinger Evening Story

The Storm Shepherds - The Downpour







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The three heroes, having come together at last, proceeded to detail all of the events that led them to meet that day. The halfling druid learned much about the faith of the Storm Father from Danalithenis, who called him by his old name, Karana. Throughout their discussions, something came over Gremius. As he listened to the stories of faiths gone by, he realized that what was missing from his life. Belief.
When Danalithenis was done telling his tales, Gremius stood up and drew his sword. They looked at him and saw a single teardrop fall from his eyes, falling into a stone beneath his feet. He threw his sword down and repented for everything he had done in his life, asking Karana for forgiveness. What he was especially sorry for was those worshipers he tortured and killed. At the moment he finished confessing, his sword changed into a shepherd's crook... but one made of glowing steel, and with a pointed blade extending from the bottom of the staff.
When Danalithenis heard everything Gremius confessed, he realized that he had befriended an evil man. Even now, after all these hundreds of years, the corruption of civilization still followed him. In anger, he threw down his bow on the same stone and proclaimed that he would rather die than let the shadow of corruption taint the world any longer. At that moment, his bow changed into a small glass sphere.
Gremius recognized that sphere as the one from his dream that brought him here. As he stood up from his crouched prayers, Danalithenis could see that his blackened Freeport Militia armor was gleaming silver, like the sheen from a newly fallen rain. Tammin, the old druid, said that the time has come to pass. Now is when they would fight the darkness. She explained her full vision to the pair. When she was done, they knew they were all tied together stronger than any friends could possibly be.
Thus, the Storm Shepherds, as they called themselves, worked to push back the blight that was tainting the lands. Danalithenis used his skills as a tracker to find all of the creatures that had been afflicted, allowing Tammin to cure them - or in the case of those who were too far gone - for Gremius to put them out of their misery. As a team, they were able to prevent the ever encroaching darkness from spreading across the land
For the next several years, they would win victories against the darkness that would begin to taint the land. They soon enough realized they would not be able to do it alone, so they recruited followers. They found a small village of shipwrecked refugees living along the coast and talked with them. Many of these people, elves just like Danalithenis, joined them in their battle
The elves would tell Danalithenis of the sad fate of Faydwer and how they came to live in this enchanted isle. This would have normally crushed Danalithenis, but he now had a new cause - to fight the blight. Holding his newly crafted bow and the clear crystal sphere, he vowed that if he could not save the Greater Faydark, then he would save this enchanted forest.
In addition to the elves, the Storm Shepherds gathered a group of followers from the village of Rivervale. With everyone working so well together, it wasn't long before the Storm Shepherds attracted the attention of those responsible for the blight. Soon enough, creatures of darkness would begin to pursue the three companions, seeking to ensure the Shepherds would not destroy all of their hard work. Many battles were fought against these fiends, and most of them were won.
As battle after battle passed, the years began carrying on. Soon enough, Tammin would succumb to one enemy she could not fight - Time. One night as she lay in her bed, too weak to stand anymore, she asked to see both Danalithenis and Gremius. She told them of one final vision the forest, screaming in agony, had given her. She patted them on the hands, told them they knew what had to be done, and closed her eyes.
On one fateful day, the followers of the Storm Shepherds found the bodies of Danalithenis and Gremius in a small clearing in the forest. Clutched in the dead elf's hand was a black sphere that swirled with a frightening darkness. The followers would later take up the name of their leaders and keep fighting the darkness as the Storm Shepherds. To this day, they continue to protect both their enchanted lands and that mysterious black sphere.

Thank you so much for offering newsies!

Yes, thanks so much for running Newsies! Hopefully we can have Guide's guide soon too

Hello everyone, a bard will be needing inspiration on Saturday the 8th of April at 4 PM PT in the Enchanted Lands. She has a specific request, so please stop on by.

Lullabye from the People of Norrath

~~~ Areille, Vasciagio, Kepuri, Davl, Ziabis, Liltemper, Kalakar, Kragoc, Arctan, Bellemortz, Forgoin, Shortbeer, Sithix, Oyni, Oyzen, and Ystarsing all contributed

A mother gave birth, two tiny angels came to earth. Two little children we adore: an empty house no more.

((Confident that their loving mother knows best, they trustingly lay their heads on her chest. Mother cherishes these moments as she knows that before long she will have an empty nest))

*The mother begins to sing*

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Lullaby, and good night, you are mother's delight; Treasured babies, full of love, wrapped in blanket like a glove.

First moon-rays shining bright; Fae dust in candle light brings fair dreams of halcyon days; listen to my gentle lays.

Golden day fading fast, fall of fiery sun. Little ones, don’t wake till morn, I sing to you of fun.

Start from home, look at plans; perils will await. Eyes so bold, your day comes, a future you create.

Just for fun, let us run, till the moment’s work is done. Giggle, laugh, sometimes weep; ‘tis why we need our sleep.

Babies sleep, do not weep, Mama picks you flowers. Starry night, beautiful; Norrath is ours.

Babies hush, say no words. Mama buys you great big swords. Never bored, kill the Horde, watch out for the Overlord!

Night is long, powerful dreams; wake ye none too soon. Whate’er I do, I think of you, in light of splintered moon.

Lay sweet heads in comfy bed, night fades to glorious day. Feats foretold, days of old, fore’er you’ll want to play.

Sweet daydreams, you’re a team, loving I hold you fast. Safe from harm in my arms, goodnight kiss at last.


*As the mother stands and lays her children in their tiny bed, she whispers, “May your bond be strong and may you experience all the blessings of Norrath. Rest away the night in slumber, my darling babies. Welcome to the world, soon grow to hold your own child, who will do likewise.”*

You will find a Dhalgar in the Greater Faydark near Gearheart's Forge on Wednesday, April 12, 2017 at 300 PM PT. If you are brave enough he is in need of a bit of help.

You will find a Dhalgar in the Greater Faydark near Gearheart's Forge on Wednesday, April 12, 2017 at 300 PM PT. If you are brave enough he is in need of a bit of help.

The guide is a no-show. :-( Oops - S/he is on the dock at Frostfang Sea.

Greetings, and sorry for the short notice! There will be a dark elf cursed with wearing a different form needing some help in the Commonlands at 6 PM PT today, Monday the 24th of April.

Come hear a tale from one of the Lorsinger family on Thursday April 27th at 600 PM PT 900 PM ET in Antonica near the lighthouse.

This has been cancelled due to a server lock. The Loresinger family apologizes for any inconvenience.