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#1 [en] 

10h - Quarta, Harvestor 28, 1st AC 2560

Twintops Workshop in Bounty Beaches

Jola glanced at the cloudless sky. Clear weather, the sun not quite to zenith. A good omen, she thought. The Marauders were not accustomed to the brightness of the lighted lands. She dug her boot toe impatiently in the warm sands of Twintops Outpost. When would they arrive? The grinding drone of the outpost drill reverberated across the dunes as it had done continuously for over 10 years. Ten years! Had it been so long already? It seemed like only yesterday she supervised the construction. She would have to order the gearing serviced again soon.

The reassuring drone calmed her jittery nerves. The only constant in this land of turmoil, the grinding sounds seemed as if they would continue forever. But would they? The Marauders had openly challenged the ownership of an outpost in Imperial Dunes. Jola had no doubts that today's challenge was just another Marauder ruse to distract from sinister designs on Twintops. She prayed they all were up to the coming challenges and turned to survey a large crowd who had gathered from all corners of Atys.

Jola began, "Be prepared my friends. The Contest of Wit is scheduled to begin in a few minutes." She paused, considering her next words carefully. Seeing support and compassion in the faces of the assembled crowd, her resolve hardened and she continued. "These marauders must be stopped! We draw a line in the sand today. We meet them for a contest of words, but we come prepared for treachery. Today's challenge is undoubtedly nothing more than the opening gambit in a campaign to seize control of outposts in the surface lands. My thanks in advance for this wonderful show of solidarity against those brigands of the lightless lands!"

A sizeable collection of homins from all 4 nations had put aside their personal differences confront the threat of Marauder incursions. They shouted their approvals:

Katla cheers Jola on. Go Jola!
Loredana waves to Jola.
Naema cheers Jola on. Go Jola!
Grundelwolf notices the dignified attitude of Jola.
Entendu cheers Jola on. Go Jola!

Reassured by the support of so many, Jola briefly felt at ease. But not for long. Rising up the crest of a distant dune there suddenly appeared two small figures. Within minutes two famous Marauders were facing the assembled crowd.

Aesan Be'Lauer began with a mocking tone, "Well, well... I see there ARE some Armageddons around after all. Should be entertaining. Who here speaks on behalf of the Armageddons?"

Jola nodded to Aesan and answered tersely, "I do. Have your say Aesan."

Aesan sneered, You have accepted my challenge?

Jola replied, "We have... although I notice the contest seems stacked in your favor."

Aesan seemed puzzled, "In what way?

Jola responded, "It is a contest of words you seek and we are fighters not sages."

Aesan dismissed the protest with the wave of a hand, "Bah, you had ample time to ask sages for assistance."

Resigned to circumstances, Jola sighed and replied, "And this I did. So let's be started."

A gleeful Aesan challenged, "And so, who will be your competitor?"

Several fingers in the crowd pointing her way, and Jola answered, "I shall do my best to answer your questions Aesan Be'Lauer. But I insist that your champion will attempt to answer mine as well!"

"Yes, yes." Aesan was dismissive, "As a matter of point, the rules did state that one member from each side should be appointed as a competitor. I now call my competitor forward!"

With a great flourish, Aesan turned and bowed to Dante the Teaser. Dante grinned triumphantly and pressed to the front of the crowd, glaring at them with open hostility. Swiftly Jola interposed herself and stood toe to toe with the fearsome Marauder.

Bitttymacod shouted, "Have it your way Aesan -- Jola will speak for us all."

The assembled crowd roared approval and shouted their encouragements:

Tantalos cheers Jola on. Go Jola!
Katla thinks Jola is wise.
Zoloa cheers Jola on. Go Jola!
Fenomeno bows to Jola in a most courtly manner.
Naema whispers that Dante is silly.

Aesan seemed taken aback with the collective enthusiasm. He hesistated a moment before continuing, "Uh... to remind you both of the rules, you each will take turns giving riddles to the other. A point is earned for each correct answer. And I will keep track of the points!"

The crowd muttered their disapproval in this choice of scorekeeper, but no one could think of an impartial alternative to suggest.

Aesan glanced about in triumph at his small victory, then continued, "Dante will give the first riddle after Jola chooses a crate!"

And so the famous Contest of Wits began at last.

#2 [en] 

Jola pondered a moment and then loudly announced, "I choose crate #3. Must I open it somehow?"

Bitttymacod whispered, "Stay aware Jola, Dante is known to be tricky."

Dante declared, "I will now give you my riddle."

A creaky fence.
A shiny stone.
Skin like flame.
Hair that flows.

"Who am I?", asked Dante.

Jola sighed. She had prepared for a contest of historical lore, not boss monster descriptions. And clearly this riddle referred to some known Atys scourge, probably one inhabiting the lightless Prime Roots. Jola stalled, hoping for inspiration to strike. She figured it must be some Marauder. Which one had a fence, stone, flaming skin and flowing hair? Her mind was a blank.

The minutes swiftly passed and an impatient Aesan demanded, "Come now, what is your answer to the riddle?"

Jola sighed and replied, "I confess that I do not know, but I will guess Lixie the Furious."

Dante shouted gleefully, "That is incorrect! Open the crate and see!"

Cautiously Jola pulled the tie holding up the sides of the crate. They fell with dump thump on the sand...

>>>> Cukoo the cute boss of Windy Gate emerged and scowled at the crowd.

Perhaps cowed by some mysteriously Marauder magics, it strangely did not attack. Jola at once noticed the skin and hair. She wished she had spent more time hunting in Prime Roots.

Jola acknowledged, "Well played Dante. Is it time for my first riddle then?"

Aesan replied, "Yes, Jola, give Dante your riddle."

Jola had indeed spent many hours pouring through the musty tomes in Yrkanis. She felt confident in her own riddles at least. With a gentle smile she asked a riddle that only the most serious students of lore would know:

A priceless treasure trove once hidden,
but out of kingdom it was not ridden.
Close at hand it always would be,
until released by monarch's locket key.

"And this treasure was?", she asked.

The crowd instantly whispered their approvals. Jola was prepared!

Katla is impressed by Jola and claims she is a hero.
Entendu cheers Jola on. Go Jola!
Alassea thinks Jola is wise.
Hechicera cheers Jola on. Go Jola!

But suddenly it was revealed that the Marauders had a few supporters in the crowd also:

Gryshnozk grumbles that Jola is silly.

Dante pondered a long time, clearly stumped. At last pressed for an answer, he hesitantly responded, "I guess the flower in the Royal Yrkanis Conservatory."

Now it was Jola's turn for a look of triumph, "I submit that you are..." she let the words hang in the air, "wrong!"

Dante grumpily asked, "And the correct answer?"

Jola promptly answered, "In 2506, knowing his life would soon be forfeit...

>>>> Bravichi Lenardi entrusted his priceless botanical research notes to his servant Sabio.

This servant was instructed is hide the materials in Yrkanis and only surrender them to one bearing the locket of the ancient Matis king Manalitch."

Hechicera shouted, "Go Jola! :)"

Aesan suddenly realized this contest might not go exactly as he had planned. Still 5 crates remained. There was yet time to win. Asean shouted confidently, "And the score is 0 to 0. Pick your next crate Jola."

#3 [en] 

Sublime. Can't wait to see what happens next . . .

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It's bad luck to be superstitious . . .



Palta e decata, nan nec ilne matala.

When one goes on a journey it is not the scenery that changes, but the traveller

#4 [en] 

Lucence
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But suddenly it was revealed that the Marauders had a few supporters in the crowd also:

Gryshnozk grumbles that Jola is silly.

Eek, my super secret hidden identity has been revealed.. ^^

Just so you know, I'm not in a marauder guild and my thoughts about this is in no way related to GoJ or our other members.

I find the Marauders to be interesting and I beleive that they may be able to stir things up a bit and they may be able to give life to the PvP aspect of the game. For this, I think they need more supporters, which is the main reason why I have, on occasion, been RPing as one. I will most likely do this at least once more in the future, but my first and foremost priority is the loyality I have for GoJ and Binarabi. I don't mind at all if you consider me an enemy to the civilizations, but please, if possible, keep in mind that I'm almost always a non-marauder and don't let it affect your view on GoJ.

#5 [en] 

Jola answered, "I next choose crate #5."

Dante countered, "Then here is your riddle",

fir choir corn hehr

Everyone waited, breath held, for Dante to continue. But after a dozen seconds, it slowly dawned on the crowd that he was done.

After a lengthy wait, Jola responded, "You are done? These words would seem to be gibberish."

"Not to someone with an eye!" chortled Dante.

Jola muttered under her breath, "Fie!" It appeared to be an anagram. Not a proper riddle at all. She remembered back to days long past when she played anagrams with her brother Cino. And she always lost... always! Seconds ticked into minutes and no inspiration was forthcoming. Suddenly she spotted enough letters to form the word "horncher", but what would be the residual then? And it had to be a boss, right? Or did it?

Aesan sensed victory. He asked, "Do you give up Jola?"

Jola answered in a defiant voice, "Not yet."

More seconds ticked by.

Assan demanded, "I can only allow you a moment longer. I must press you for your answer now."

Jola could think of only one boss horncher, Hornkoo. But the letters did not fit! Her time exhausted, in the final seconds she saw there might be letters for the word of a tribe based in Liberty Lake. She blurted out the single word, "Corsairs." Almost instantly she knew it was a mistake. The anagram had no "s" or even "a". She was shamed by her poor showing.

Dante gleefully admonished, "That is incorrect. It was a simple word scramble." He kicked open the crate and out popped a...

>>>> Horrific Horncher. Jola had been on the right track all along!

The crowd groaned, but Dante's supporters were enthusiastic:

Gryshnozk cheers Dante on. Go Dante the Teaser!

Emboldered by another success, Aesan quickly demanded, "And now your second riddle, Jola. What is it?" But Jola was prepared. She could not be caught off guard so easily. She breezily responded,

Rallied by Jena's compassionate reachings,
this tribute to her greatest teachings.
Rooted in sacred place of meeting,
how high did rise this monumental greeting?

Dante was clearly perplexed. He fidgeted and worked his mouth several times but no sound issued forth. Jola decided to press her advantage, "I await your answer Dante. We have not all day."

The crowd was approving now that the boot was on the other foot:

Katla wonders if Dante is speechless

At last a frustrated Dante shouted, "My answer is, uh... it is the canopy!"

Jola chided, "And do you know the height of the canopy? The riddle asks how high the monument rises. But is it no matter, in any event you are wrong about the canopy."

A sullen Dante demanded, "And what is the answer?"

Jola replied, "In the year 2329, during the end of his reign, King Aniro the First constructed a monumental...

>>>> Ziggurat on the spot where the Matis people had first met the Karavan."

"According to ancient records this most glorious wonder was the highest structure ever constructed on Atys. It could be seen from a great distance, rising...

>>>> 30 stories from the forest floor."

Again the crowd roared their approval:

Rhonio bows to Jola.
Alassea cheers Jola on. Go Jola!
Sabreshadow thinks Jola is wise.
Katla loves Jola

Bitttymacod whispers, "I say that Jola is whupping the pants off Dante."

Aesan promptly quieted down the rowdy crowd by shouting, "Remember, it is STILL 0 points for all! Jola choose your next crate."

#6 [en] 

Jola choose crate #2 this time and Dante issued his next challenge, "Your riddle is such..."

An entrepreneurial Capryini ventures off to sell his latest stock.

A Homin, A bag of q250 Experience Catalyzers, and a Vorax.

On his way to Pyr's Highmarket he finds that the Dragonspine
bridge is a little rickety.

He determines that he must carry his stock one by one so the
bridge doesn't break and send him to his doom.

Unfortunately he can't leave the Homin alone with the Cats because
he'll never see the Cats again.

And he can't leave the Vorax alone with the Homin because
he hadn't fed the Vorax yet.

How can the Capryini get all of his stock across without losing
any of it?

Jola thought she knew this one and answered almost immediately, "The answer is easy. He takes the cats and the vorax. And..." Then she realized her mistake, "Oh, wait... must he take them one by one?"

Dante answered, "THAT is what is stated in the riddle, please do pay attention."

Jola apologized, "Sorry, please give me a moment then."

The crowd was enthused with the spirit of competition by now. They could scarcely contain themselves and some were regularly whispering various encouragements and suggestions. Aesan did not protest, but some of Jola's supporters did:

Hechicera whispers, Shhh... it is not for us to talk about the answer to Jola's riddles."

Jola was still working out the logistics of the capryini's dilemma when Dante demanded, "Your answer Jola? We haven't got all day, remember?"

Katla enourages Dante to be patient

But Jola had worked it out and confidently proclaimed, "You take the...

Homin across first, leave him and go back.
Then take the across cats.
Leave them and take homin back to the vorax.
Leave the homin at the start and take the vorax to the cats.
>>>> Leave the vorax and lastly bring the homin over!"

Dante unhappily agreed, "That is correct, though I think the first answer you gave should have been your grade." He looked to Aesan for support, but Jola countered, "Sorry, but I never found Dragonspine bridge to be rickety. In fact it is quite stout and I have carried many a heavy backpack across. So naturally it took me a moment to comprehend the fantasy you concocted... in which only one thing could be moved at a time."

With this, Aesan seemed satisfied and ordered the contest to proceed, "Your next riddle for my competitor, Jola."

Katla cheers Jola on. Go Jola!
Meagon giggles at Jola.
Hellrond cheers Jola on. Go Jola!

Jola replied, "Thank you. I shall give you next riddle."

These four elements will be found,
within living masks where they are bound.

Dante patiently waited for more. But there was no more to come. Jola finally asked, "Come come... it is an easy one. A fast answer would be appreciated." Dante responded, "I did not realize THAT was it." Jola pressed her advantage again, "What more clues could you need?"

Unsettled, Dante thought briefly and decided on the old answer that fit so many riddles asking for four elements, "My answer is water, fire, earth and air.".

Jola pounced, "Alas my friend. You seem to know little of the noble Zoraï people. Masks of kinship are placed on the faces of young Zoraï by the Kami during an adoption ritual...

>>>> Bone, cartilage, flesh and sap are the elements used to construct these living masks.

For my part, I am a Matis, but I have spent much time among the Zoraï seeking answers to certain questions about... uh... my past."

It was a clean victory at last, which Aesan was compelled to acknowledge, "Score is Armageddons 1 and Cynics 0. Pick your next crate Jola."

#7 [en] 

Jola chose crate #6 and Dante gave his riddle:

What is the most common use for Yubo skins?

The crowd suspected trickery, for this was not a riddle at all.

Sabreshadow whispered, "I think this whole contest will go horribly wrong no matter how clever Jola's play."

Jola reflected on her crafting expertise and at last decided on an answer, "Yubo skins are most beneficial when used as light armor cloth."

Dante smirked, clearly delighted that his trickery had foiled Jola. He replied, "That may be beneficial for you, but not for the yubo. Your answer is wrong. The answer is...

>>>> to hold yubos together. Ha!"

The crowd groaned again.

Katla dreams of Dante's demise using a Spoon of Slow Killing.

Although Dante did have his supporters who cared not how he won the contest:

Gryshnozk cheers Dante on. Go Dante the Teaser!

An annoyed Jola replied, "Bah... then the answer might as well have been to hold my dinner, for it is common knowledge that Yubos were bred as a homin food source."

But Aesan ruled the question a fair riddle and the contest continued. "Your turn Jola!" he shouted above the protests of the crowd.

Jola decided that Dante's trickery had earned him one of her most difficult riddles. She shouted back,

Seven score years and more they fought,
yet all their warring came to naught.
Begun with water which caused great ire,
this line of forest kings triumphed with fire!

A sudden calm instantly rippled through the crowd, for Jola had indeed spent many hours studying arcane tomes in preparation for this fateful encounter.

Katla whispered, "I love the nifty lore riddles."
Lathay whispered, "Jola's sure on the spot today. Great riddles though. Nice preparation!"
Bitttymacod whispered, "I like the fact that Jola's riddles are actually relevant to civilization."

Dante was flummoxed by the depth of Jola's research. He scowled as the realization slowly dawned; his famous trickery might not be sufficient to win the day.

"Well?" demanded Jola forcefully. "Come, come Dante. Surely this is easy?" she chided.

The crowd was delighted by Dante's obvious confusion.

Grundelwolf chanted, "Dante Dante 2 by 4. Couldn't get his wits through a barn door."

Dante stuttered his answer, "Nobl... Noblis. Uh... the king at that time."

Triumphant, Jola serenely replied, "Noblis a Matis king? Mmm... I fear your history is rusty. Surely there are many here who know the names of the kings who reined during the great War of Civilizations?

Aniro I, Nero, Manalitch, Aniro II, Danido and Aniro III reined during this longest conflict between the races.
>>>> But I would have accepted simply the "line of Aniro", perhaps the most famous of all Matis kings."

Outmatched in lore, Dante protested at once, "Your riddles are unclear and have double meaning. I say YOU are the one that is stacking the game!" His pleading eyes turned to Aesan. But the crowd would brook no interference with this riddle properly asked and answered. They glared at Dante and Aesan in turn.

Meagon is ashamed of Dante the Teaser.
Katla thinks Dante is a bad looser
Gryshnozk agrees with Dante the Teaser.

Aesan simply shrugged and proclaimed, "The riddle is valid. The score is still 1 to 0. Choose your next crate Jola."

#8 [en] 

Jola selected crate #4 and Dante was compelled to offer up a real riddle,

I live in the palm of her hand,
in a grove to rival Eden land.
Under the protecting shade of her ever-growing might,
I remain vigilant over the curious blight.
Who am I?

Jola realized at once this must be a boss creature in the jungle. Moreover, it must live in a region infected with goo and with a feminine attribution. The region had to be Maiden Grove! But, what bosses lived there? She mentally sorted through them, Tang-Ka, Spinah, Bawakya. She had hunted them all. But only one lived in a grove. Indeed it nested in a strange hand-shaped clearing.

Jola confidently asserted, "You are...

>>>> Bawakya of Maiden Grove!"

Dante frowned and reluctantly admitted, "You have guessed right again."

Jola replied, "It was not a guess. Perhaps you could join me for shooki tea and see the trophy wall in my apartment?" The crowd was delighted with Jola's rebuttal and this latest turn of events:

Bitttymacod says, "Jola is the master here."
Rhonio cheers Jola on. Go Jola!
Sabreshadow cheers Jola on. Go Jola!
Katla claims Jola is a hero.
Bitttymacod chants "Go Jola, go!"

Aesan stilled the crowd with three words, "Jola, your riddle." You could hear a pin drop as the crowd held their breath. Jola said, "My next riddle is..."

He robbed from the rich to give to the poor,
which drew his supporters like fish to the lure.
Who is he?

Again Dante was confounded. His answer seemed intended more to save face than to actually win. Without apparent reflection he quickly replied, "Wormy is my answer."

Jola sounded almost kind as she gently corrected his error, "Sorry... this is wrong.

During the years 2504-2506, young Prince Yrkanis robbed tithes from Jinovich's
>>>> royal soldiers to give to the poor and build his support with the common people."

But Dante would not be soothed by gentle words. He was losing and he knew it. He whined, "Bah... I did not expect any less. Each riddle you give has 2 possible answers!"

Gryshnozk agrees with Dante the Teaser.

Jola was annoyed at this criticism of her riddles, which she thought quite proper and fair. And certainly Dante's Noblis and Wormy responses were not serious answers at all, but designed merely to confuse or tease the crowd. She replied sternly, "Well IF my riddles have two answers you should be all the more grateful. It would give you better odds of getting at least one answer correct. As you seem to be unable to guess any reasonable answer, how can you complain?"

Meagon thinks Dante's riddles aren't cut and dry either.
Hellrond complains to Dante the Teaser.

This sharp response seemed to amuse even Aesan. With a somewhat approving tone he proclaimed, "That is 2 points for Armageddons and 0 points for the Cynics. Are there any crates left?"

#9 [en] 

"There is one I believe," answered Jola. "And as it is the last, I will choose crate #1 now."

A despondent Dante stepped forward and he sprang his final trap, "For my final riddle I have prepared this..."

If all Zerx are Clopper;
and all Clopper are Frahar;
and all Frahar are Izams.
What does that make Lumpers?

Ah. Here was a final attempt at treachery. For it was not a riddle at all, but some sort of alphabetic substitution as Jola quickly realized. The crowd sensed a final victory and they could not restain whispers of encouragement and advice. Jola tried to shut out the babble and focused on the task at hand.

She prided herself as somewhat of an expert on cyphers and had used them for many years to exchange secret messages with her brother Cino. Messages that had to remain secret at all costs to protect the lives of herself and her kin. So she worked through the process confident of the final outcome. Z becomes C, skipping A and B. C becomes F, skipping D and E. F becomes I, skipping G and H. And so, L skips M and N to become O. Moreover there is only one creature on Atys whose name begins with an O.

A triumphant Jola surveyed the crowd, so many faithful supporters of the 4 nations. It warmed her heart. She glanced at the Marauders. They seemed somehow diminished, unimportant, already defeated at their own game. She smiled gently and said, "Ah... surely this is easy. It is a simple alphabetic substitution. You skip 2 letters with each progression. And so, L would become O. The answer must be...

>>>> Ocyx!"

Dante would not accept this final defeat gracefully. He shouted, "Yes, you got it.. but I wonder how many of these riddles you could have gotten without help? I protest this whole affair!"

Jola was taken aback. Admittedly the crowd was a bit of a rabble. But what did the Marauders expect? They had set the venue and manner of the contest. Moreover, most of the time the advice of the crowd was confused and disorienting... just as likely to be wrong as right. Jola suspected there might even be secret agents of the Marauders among the crowd to whisper false answers and increase the chaos. Regardless, she had done her best to focus on the task as hand and conduct an honorable contest. She could not control the crowd any more than she could rectify Dante's ignorance about lore.

An angry Jola shouted back, "Well, if you had listened carefully, you would remembered that misinformation was freely uttered too. Perhaps this false chatter would be from your secret agents?"

Dante countered, "What chatter? Of all the homin standing around you giving you the answers? I say you are a cheater!"

Jola continued, "Cheater? Well, I did NOT encourage their outspoken participation. YOU designed this contest. YOU choose the venue. YOU allowed a public forum. What did you expect from the citizens of the 4 nations? Perhaps you should have provided sound proof chambers if we were to duel wits undisturbed."

The crowd roared their approval of Jola's defense and glared at Aesan as if daring him to side with Dante:

Hechicera cheers Jola on. Go Jola!
Legalizhurb cheers Jola on. Go Jola!
Katla is extremely proud of Jola
Sabreshadow cheers Jola on. Go Jola!
Hellrond cheers Jola on. Go Jola!
Erando cheers Jola on. Go Jola!
Alassea is so proud of Jola.

The Marauder crates were all exhaused and pitiful Dante had not manage to answer a single one of Jola's riddles. Technically Jola should now give her 6th and final riddle, but Aesan could sense that would result in only more humiliation. Besides the contest was lost regardless. Aesan felt compelled to award victory to the 4 nations; no profit could be extracted by protracting this further.

Aesan reluctantly conceded, "Ok Jola.. You won 3 to 0."

Immediately Lathay shouted his approval,

"Aesan has been quite fair-minded and fair-spoken so far, even if his champion is a loser. I salute him."

Bitttymacod continued with, "Three cheers for Jola! Hip, Hip Hooray!"

The crowd responded with a spontaneous victory celebration:

Entendu cheers Jola on. Go Jola!
Magisto cheers Jola on. Go Jola!
Katla shouted, "Very well done Jola indeed!"
Elvanae cheers Jola on. Go Jola!
Zorach claims Jola is a hero.
Sabreshadow is so proud of Jola.
Eknowledge shouted, "Congratulations on the win Jola!"

Jola turned and addressed the crowd, "Thank you all for this wonderful show of solidarity. I see homins of all 4 nations here today. My heart soars with joy! Against the marauders we have a common cause. Know that I endeavor to support all who face marauder wrath."

Dante was livid. He continued to sputter, rant and rave at the assembled crowd throughout all congratulations.

Once Dante could make himself heard again above the din of crowd, he yelled, "So be it! We will play another game then, and we will not be so polite!!"

Aesan interjected, "Yes, yes... we demand a rematch!"

Gryshnozk cheers Dante and Aesan on. Go Dante the Teaser! Go Aesan Be'Lauer!

Aesan stormed over to Armageddons' Twintops Outpost banner and definantly tacked up a parchment. As the parchment fluttered in a fitful breeze, the crowd pressed forward to read what it said. The two infamous Marauders took advantage of this opportunity to slip away undetected. This was undoubtedly a wise move on their part lest they be ripped apart by a vicious mob, for the notice read thusly:

Declaration of War


I, Aesan Be'Lauer, challenged the Armageddons to a friendly contest of wit. The Armageddons courageously accepted the challenge and won. Your "prize" for winning is a new challenge set before you on 0h - Dua, Frutor 20, 1st AC 2560 at the Twintops Workshop.

Prepare yourselves now, because what happens next is NOT a game!


Aesan Be'Lauer, Leader of the Cynics of Liberty

Many in the crowd were astounded; almost all were furious. But Jola calmly commented, "Ah... so they have declared war on Twintops. They do not disappoint." She did not have the heart to point out that the parchment had obviously been prepared before the contest had even started, for the ink was long since dry.

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