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Bailos Grand Inquisitor


Joined: 03 Jan 2004 Posts: 4613 Location: The Frozen Wastes
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Posted: Mon May 10, 2004 11:02 pm Post subject: *A few torn pages, on the road* |
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Outside the hustle and bustle of Hanse's Hostel, as Bailos teleported away to the safty of Azeroth's Castle, a small booklet fell out from his armor. Lying by the side of the door to the hostel, upon examining it you see:
Page 1:
A few drawings of shields and small, new styles of swords. A drawing of a male warrior clad in a strange style of armor is on the opposite page.
The next few pages are filled with sketches of buildings, towers, military structures, some crossed off, all of them filled with schematics and specifications....
Turning to the last few pages, you notice a few paragraphs outlining mining locations, followed by a fairly detailed list of known ore veins.
At the bottom of the page, is highlighted with a large black circle
( FELLUCA MINOC )
On the opposite page is an upclose map of the area surrounding the mines of minoc with subsections detailing saves. Several locations are circled as well
On the middle of the Minoc map is written "Legion of Justice Territory" with a large X lightly over top of it |
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Cal Hurst Atlantic Legend


Joined: 29 Dec 2003 Posts: 8025 Location: Massachusetts
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Posted: Mon May 10, 2004 11:11 pm Post subject: |
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Vaen glances over from the side of the building after watching Bailos. He notices the paper on the ground. He walks over and picks it up and reads it.
As he reads more, his jaw drops. A look of worry comes across his face. "What do they want with all of this ore? And what are these strange weapons and armor? And these buildings, I just don't get it..." _________________
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Bailos Grand Inquisitor


Joined: 03 Jan 2004 Posts: 4613 Location: The Frozen Wastes
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Posted: Tue May 11, 2004 7:27 pm Post subject: Re: *A few torn pages, on the road* |
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As Bailos woke the next morning, he straggled down the steps of his tower to find some breakfast.....After regaining all his capacities, and putting on his uniform, and padded himself over making sure he had everything.
In a panic, he frantically began searching his room from top to bottom, the meeting hall, the council room, the halls, it was nowhere to be found! Letting out a brief yell of frustration that echoed through the halls he teleported back to the Hostel to look for his lost plans |
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