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Raiders and Pirates Ahoy!
A small gnome in a bright red tunic and cap sets a soapbox down in the midst of the trade tier, climbs atop it, and clears his throat noisily before he speaks.
"Hear ye! Hear ye! Merchants and travelers alike beware!
A caravan came rumbling through the Gates of the Sunderer last night fraught with blood and prickled with arrows like a frenzied porcupine! The wagon, the only survivor in a line of three others claims it was attacked on the road to Sundren by nefarious masked figures, humans by their estimation but one can surely never know in troubled times such as these.
The savage brutes descended upon the caravan with only mindless slaughter and destruction on their mind. Survivors tell that the group could hardly be called raiders so much as monsters from the hells themselves as they took no prisoners, and utterly destroyed the wagons without securing any of ill-gotten gains for themselves! Oh, the horror!
Worse yet, rumors on the lips of salty seadogs at the Mariner of Port Avanthyr tell of suspicious ships on the horizon, skirting the sea lane border patrols of the stalwart Legionnaires who occasionally sail the blue waters to protect us from pirates and sea-borne menaces. Already, reports are coming in of ships mysteriously vanishing, never reaching their intended destinations beyond Sundren and expected arrivals never to turn up or be seen again! Drink up me hearties for those lost seaward souls!
Beset on land and at sea by brigands and banditry and piracy, what can we expect the Legion to do in these darkest hours while they fight the grave legions of the Great Enemy? Only time will tell!
These ill-tiding are brought to you by the Sundren Legion! Be all you can reasonably be! Join up today and receive a free coupon for discount prices at one of our participating vendors!"
The gnome climbs down from his soapbox, picks it up, and strolls away, whistling as he goes.
"Hear ye! Hear ye! Merchants and travelers alike beware!
A caravan came rumbling through the Gates of the Sunderer last night fraught with blood and prickled with arrows like a frenzied porcupine! The wagon, the only survivor in a line of three others claims it was attacked on the road to Sundren by nefarious masked figures, humans by their estimation but one can surely never know in troubled times such as these.
The savage brutes descended upon the caravan with only mindless slaughter and destruction on their mind. Survivors tell that the group could hardly be called raiders so much as monsters from the hells themselves as they took no prisoners, and utterly destroyed the wagons without securing any of ill-gotten gains for themselves! Oh, the horror!
Worse yet, rumors on the lips of salty seadogs at the Mariner of Port Avanthyr tell of suspicious ships on the horizon, skirting the sea lane border patrols of the stalwart Legionnaires who occasionally sail the blue waters to protect us from pirates and sea-borne menaces. Already, reports are coming in of ships mysteriously vanishing, never reaching their intended destinations beyond Sundren and expected arrivals never to turn up or be seen again! Drink up me hearties for those lost seaward souls!
Beset on land and at sea by brigands and banditry and piracy, what can we expect the Legion to do in these darkest hours while they fight the grave legions of the Great Enemy? Only time will tell!
These ill-tiding are brought to you by the Sundren Legion! Be all you can reasonably be! Join up today and receive a free coupon for discount prices at one of our participating vendors!"
The gnome climbs down from his soapbox, picks it up, and strolls away, whistling as he goes.