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Phase I of Alpha Two testing will occur on weekends. Each weekend is scheduled to start on Fridays at 10 AM PT and end on Sundays at 10 PM PT. Find out more here.
Check out Alpha Two Announcements here to see the latest Alpha Two news and update notes.
Our quickest Alpha Two updates are in Discord. Testers with Alpha Two access can chat in Alpha Two channels by connecting your Discord and Intrepid accounts here.
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*grabs his lute and prepares a song of praise for @Mazikar's kindness*
Oh...Here’s to the girls who do
And here’s to the girls who don’t
And here’s to the girls who say they never will,
But when the time comes, won’t.
But here’s to the girls most of all,
Who say they never will:
“I can’t. I won’t. I shan’t. I don’t!
… but just for you, I will.”
*Cheers!*
"@Mazikar! It may have taken quite a while, but the Glumble Bee honey you so wished for is yours, my friend."
*places the sacks on the bar, revealing two large earthen jars. Unsealing the jars, the pungently sweet aroma of honey permeates the inn*
"For you, and won at great cost, I might add. Most of that cost incurred at the Leader of Men's Inn..." *a dark look crosses his face* "A cost I mean to repay..."
*gives himself a shake* "Also, I had to visit the caverns you mentioned, twice. My first foray was successful, but I gave that honey to the Wayfarer's Inn, nearby. Share and share alike, I always say. So, my apologies for making you wait. And, now..."
*makes his way to an empty booth near the singing minstrel, takes a seat, and promptly falls asleep, head falling onto the table*
*plops down on a char, takes out her cymbals and starts clanging a simple tune.
I'm good thank you, but I'm damn tired of looking around for the Leader of Men tavern as it's simply disappeared. I can't look anymore as I'm too damn thirsty. "BARKEEP, a flagon of your finest good man".
*slumps down next to @AutumnWillow*
How goes the adventure?
Things are going kinda slow. But I hear that they're planning to start up a new settlement up north in a couple of months. They're giving out work writs and invites for tradesmen and adventurers every week I hear. I'll see if I can get my hands on one over the next few weeks.
*Continues gently clashing her cymbals
*CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG*
ps . so hungry
"Must have been a good night, last thing I remember was buying rounds at 'the leader of men' nothing since...
I followed the sound of a party to here, hope you don't mind me popping in?"
"Loud enough to wake the dead in here..." *Looks around at the influx of new customers, into the inn. His eyes narrow in recognition as his gaze falls upon the unmistakably familiar figure of @Nagash*
"Speaking of the dead..." *raises his voice, towards @Nagash* "What are you doing here, Lord of Bones? Last time I saw you, you were busy feeding the floor wine, at the Leaders of Men Inn. No graves, or mortuaries, nearby to keep your interest?"
"Yes, this chair. This one right here. That'll do it. Yes, yes indeed THIS is the perfect chair for me..." he said to no one in particular, his voice tinted with a soft, almost musical sound. "No other chair in this place could be the one, nope, not at all!"
The hunched old man gently set his staff to lean against a nearby table. Slowly, ever so slowly, he lowered himself with shaking arms into his targeted seat and, with a final plop, set himself down.
"Well that was a lot of work." he muttered to himself. "One of these days I need to find some spell to make that a little easier..."
The withered old man could smell something. It never lingered long, but once in a while the soft breeze from an open window would circulate the air, bringing with it the cloying smell of rotting flesh. The smell of death.
"The manager of this fine establishment needs to clean the lavatories. Yes, yes indeed. Something must of crawled into one of them and died!" the man said in his musical tone, a small chuckle escaping this thin lips as his steely blue gaze fell upon the undead one across the room.
"Look what we have here, a walking bag of bones not far from my embrace. Now then do you wish to repeat what you just said meat bag."
With a wink of his eye, and a brief flash of bright light, the old man was suddenly sitting in a different chair on the other side of the table. "You are Nagash, also ONCE known as the Great King of the East, who ruled his kingdom far from here with an iron fist." he began, failing to get comfortable in this clearly inferior chair. "Yes, I know you "Once King Nagash". What brings you here, so far from the source of your anger and revenge?"