The Rivervale Vanguard

[skarlorn]

A mustachio'd human druid in the East Commonlands stands at the lip of the Trade Tunnel. He wears stinky leather... and is that egg yolk trailing down his beard?

"The Rivervale Vanguard seeks new members!" the human druid shouts. "I, Womblord the Un-Killed have been commissioned to seek new Guardians by the Lord of the Misty Thicket!"

He takes a griffon egg out of his pocket and bites half of it off, chewing crunchily as griffon embryo trails down his gloved hands and splats on the dirt.

"Applicants must prove their loyalty to the Vale by providing evidence of the defeat of Foes of Rivervale on the Vanguard Chronicle, along with a short application essay. Enlisted men will receive Jumjum Stalk, Jumjum Juice, and a platinum stipend the size of which is based upon the quality of your application," Womblord drones.

Join the Vanguard. Post screenshots of your applicant defending Rivervale. Filbus himself will give you a stipend for your valiance.

[Lhancelot]

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A mustachio'd human druid in the East Commonlands stands at the lip of the Trade Tunnel. He wears stinky leather... and is that egg yolk trailing down his beard?

"The Rivervale Vanguard seeks new members!" the human druid shouts. "I, Womblord the Un-Killed have been commissioned to seek new Guardians by the Lord of the Misty Thicket!"

He takes a griffon egg out of his pocket and bites half of it off, chewing crunchily as griffon embryo trails down his gloved hands and splats on the dirt.

"Applicants must prove their loyalty to the Vale by providing evidence of the defeat of Foes of Rivervale on the Vanguard Chronicle, along with a short application essay. Enlisted men will receive Jumjum Stalk, Jumjum Juice, and a platinum stipend the size of which is based upon the quality of your application," Womblord drones.

Join the Vanguard. Post screenshots of your applicant defending Rivervale. Filbus himself will give you a stipend for your valiance.

This was great. For some reason, as I read how Womblord spoke, I imagined him sounding and looking like this guy in Beowulf. (Malkovich ftw!)

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[Jimjam]

The Dark Elves are nefarious creatures. Constantly plotting to defile Misty Thicket at the whim of their master, Innoruuk.

Lanys T'Vyl was a dark elf, but more than that. A living embodiment of Innoruuk on Antonica. She was not the only such paragon, though. In every land an Avatar of Hate walks.

There was also an embodiment of hate upon Kunark. Unusually for his type, normally concerned with the intricacies of Fear, this specimen was an Iksar of hate.

Venril Sathir was it's name.

Just as Venril Sathir was an Avatar, so was Jimjam. Well, so he claimed. The mighty Leatherfoot Raider was renowned for his claim to being the living avatar of Rolfron Zek, the dog of war. It is true Jimjam had a ravenous appetite, almost lupine in nature, and was Rivervale's consecutive competitive hotdog eater champion for many years.

Many are familiar with Jimjam's work with the peaceful giants of Kael, keeping Rivervale safe from dragons. Two of Jimjam's allies in clearing the dragons of the Western Wastes were on a quest of their own; an insidious corruption had spread over Norrath tainting Tunare's Children. It had to be stopped before Mangler the guard dog got too dangerous!

So, Jimjam sought to parley with his contemporary. Venril Sathir. Who had been dead for centuries. No problem!

The adventurers tracked down the remains of this long dead lizard to a certain 'Karnor's Castle'. While no cleric, Jimjam was not entirely closed to the abyss between life and death. As an avatar of Zek he had sent many across this divide, though admittedly it had always been in one particular and grisly direction. To death.

Taking the severed paw of an unfortunate splitpaw gnoll Jimjam squatted above the dusty old bones of the long dead reptile. With righteous fury he swung the rotten paw at the atrophied corpse, "Wake up you bastard! You good for nothing Iksar! By the power of Zek and Innoruuk you will return to the mortal plane!". Jimjam's companions looked at him confused.

As he beat away, suddenly the paw began to spark light. Fireflies danced around the old Iksar bones. Slowly the bones drew in these fires of life, and soon the dusty pile was an ethereal iksar. There stood the Spirit of Venril Sathir!

"Impressive conjuration, Zekling!" muttered Venril's ghost, "I sense you do not wake me out of charity. Tell me, what do you seek?"

"My colleagues seek to find the conduit of power that has corrupted the creatures of the land".

"So mortals, you seek to end the tainting of Tunare's children? So be it, I have no cares. My death has been caused by this foolishness and I want no more to do with it. Bring me a scroll with the knowledge of resurrection so that I may once again live. I will hand you that which you seek."

As a responsible warrior Jimjam always kept such a scroll to hand. This deal had been easier than he expected... He passed the scroll to the Iksar Ghost, which began to laugh hysterically,

"I am alive! My thanks to you. And now I will aid you in your quest for preserving the forests of Norrath. Your carcass will help nurture the soils of the wilderness!"

Venril had used Jimjam and his friends to be resurrected and now was going to feed them to the animals they quested to protect! A trick worthy of even Bristlebane himself!

There was one flaw in his plan: Halfling intelligence. Quite cunningly Jimjam had secured access to the legendary 'Phone of Bats' and already dozens of elves cordoned off the area. Venril Sathir channelled his hatred, but the elven runes inscribed on Jimjam's skin glimmered like the crystal waters of the Rivervale fishing hole, entirely unharmed and stoic as a Rivervale Trout.

Channelling the spirits of his home town, Jimjam riposted with the fury of little Chomper, striking Venril across the head thrice with his Midnight Mallet and putting the befuddled Iksar into a walking sleep.

In seconds the elf army devoured Venril Sathir like a swarm of Large Piranha, each elf taking a scale from the iksar as a memento. Jimjam and his two dragon slaying companions did not take such meaningless keepsakes. Instead the grizzled warrior wolfed a breaded sausage and presented a fist to each of his dragon slayers.

Opening his hands, in each palm lay a pulsing green stone. Exactly the conduits of power his comrades had been seeking. The natural order would be restored, and with that perhaps the dragon threat and dark elf malice could be kept at bay.

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[Lhancelot]

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The Dark Elves are nefarious creatures. Constantly plotting to defile Misty Thicket at the whim of their master, Innoruuk.

Lanys T'Vyl was a dark elf, but more than that. A living embodiment of Innoruuk on Antonica. She was not the only such paragon, though. In every land an Avatar of Hate walks.

There was also an embodiment of hate upon Kunark. Unusually for his type, normally concerned with the intricacies of Fear, this specimen was an Iksar of hate.

Venril Sathir was it's name.

Just as Venril Sathir was an Avatar, so was Jimjam. Well, so he claimed. The mighty Leatherfoot Raider was renowned for his claim to being the living avatar of Rolfron Zek, the dog of war. It is true Jimjam had a ravenous appetite, almost lupine in nature, and was Rivervale's consecutive competitive hotdog eater champion for many years.

Many are familiar with Jimjam's work with the peaceful giants of Kael, keeping Rivervale safe from dragons. Two of Jimjam's allies in clearing the dragons of the Western Wastes were on a quest of their own; an insidious corruption had spread over Norrath tainting Tunare's Children. It had to be stopped before Mangler the guard dog got too dangerous!

So, Jimjam sought to parley with his contemporary. Venril Sathir. Who had been dead for centuries. No problem!

The adventurers tracked down the remains of this long dead lizard to a certain 'Karnor's Castle'. While no cleric, Jimjam was not entirely closed to the abyss between life and death. As an avatar of Zek he had sent many across this divide, though admittedly it had always been in one particular and grisly direction. To death.

Taking the severed paw of an unfortunate splitpaw gnoll Jimjam squatted above the dusty old bones of the long dead reptile. With righteous fury he swung the rotten paw at the atrophied corpse, "Wake up you bastard! You good for nothing Iksar! By the power of Zek and Innoruuk you will return to the mortal plane!". Jimjam's companions looked at him confused.

As he beat away, suddenly the paw began to spark light. Fireflies danced around the old Iksar bones. Slowly the bones drew in these fires of life, and soon the dusty pile was an ethereal iksar. There stood the Spirit of Venril Sathir!

"Impressive conjuration, Zekling!" muttered Venril's ghost, "I sense you do not wake me out of charity. Tell me, what do you seek?"

"My colleagues seek to find the conduit of power that has corrupted the creatures of the land".

"So mortals, you seek to end the tainting of Tunare's children? So be it, I have no cares. My death has been caused by this foolishness and I want no more to do with it. Bring me a scroll with the knowledge of resurrection so that I may once again live. I will hand you that which you seek."

As a responsible warrior Jimjam always kept such a scroll to hand. This deal had been easier than he expected... He passed the scroll to the Iksar Ghost, which began to laugh hysterically,

"I am alive! My thanks to you. And now I will aid you in your quest for preserving the forests of Norrath. Your carcass will help nurture the soils of the wilderness!"

Venril had used Jimjam and his friends to be resurrected and now was going to feed them to the animals they quested to protect! A trick worthy of even Bristlebane himself!

There was one flaw in his plan: Halfling intelligence. Quite cunningly Jimjam had secured access to the legendary 'Phone of Bats' and already dozens of elves cordoned off the area. Venril Sathir channelled his hatred, but the elven runes inscribed on Jimjam's skin glimmered like the crystal waters of the Rivervale fishing hole, entirely unharmed and stoic as a Rivervale Trout.

Channelling the spirits of his home town, Jimjam riposted with the fury of little Chomper, striking Venril across the head thrice with his Midnight Mallet and putting the befuddled Iksar into a walking sleep.

In seconds the elf army devoured Venril Sathir like a swarm of Large Piranha, each elf taking a scale from the iksar as a memento. Jimjam and his two dragon slaying companions did not take such meaningless keepsakes. Instead the grizzled warrior wolfed a breaded sausage and presented a fist to each of his dragon slayers.

Opening his hands, in each palm lay a pulsing green stone. Exactly the conduits of power his comrades had been seeking. The natural order would be restored, and with that perhaps the dragon threat and dark elf malice could be kept at bay.

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The only good iksar is a dead one. Good job!

[skarlorn]

Just as Venril Sathir was an Avatar, so was Jimjam. Well, so he claimed. The mighty Leatherfoot Raider was renowned for his claim to being the living avatar of Rolfron Zek, the dog of war. It is true Jimjam had a ravenous appetite, almost lupine in nature, and was Rivervale's consecutive competitive hotdog eater champion for many years.

THis is awesome lore, especially given that Jimjam's surname is Dog.

For your long-standing defense of the Vale, for accompanying Lord Filbus to your own demise in Runnyeye at a young age, and for your energetic assault on our foes abroad, I hereby anoint thee Duke Jimjam of Kithicor, the Dog of War of the Rivervale Vanguard.

[Jimjam]

Thanks Filbus, Rivervale's Pocket Guide needs to arrange this in game for Duke Jimjam [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.].

Unfortunately I forgot to take pictures of the next battle, so I won't bother with a real write up. In short we followed our lead on the corruption to nature by Innoruuk.

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Even maritime lava dragons were effected.

A companion Halfling who had followed Jimjam through all his recent adventures, a Druid of Karana named Vivoliber, found upon the corpse of a beast a Pod of Sea Water. The perfect heat sink to be coupled with the power source from Venril Sathir. He was able to combine the two with his elaborate scimitar in order to create something new:

Grats to Vivoliber, the mighty Halfling Druid of Karana, on his epic. He truly earned it, having bravely followed DUKE Jimjam through the many adventures in the last few posts.

He made excellent use off the weapon already. Whilst on a fact finding mission in the Great Divide, Vivoliber was able to cast the weapon's curse upon foul beast Vludeen. This sufficiently allowed Jimjam to worry the worm, causing it to drop it's tail in distress like a common lizard.

Jimjam was able to take this clue back to Kael, where lead scientist Gleed was able flay the sinews from the tail and string a Bow of the Huntshafling for the newly crowned Duke.

[zodium]

Puppet find an interesting in Veeshanhome.

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Reports Guide say word. Blah blah blah. Threat of eat Halfling, Filbus, Gatmanno? Consistent on Guide behavior, in experience of personal. Not probable to important.

[Cylock]

Cylock onle like yung low level haffer

you gatmanno levul 60 haffer, tuff and old

so no wurry about Cylock

Cylock no eat gatmanno

[zodium]

Bristlebane druid concern only mischief. Tickle of destiny weavers; load of fate dice! Is enough mischief now? No.

Avoiding regard, Guide of Gluttony would need of find true Gatmanno. Have doubts puppet mouthgood. [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]

[skarlorn]

*DRINKS 100 LENDEL'S GRAND LAGER AND SHOUTS FOR LLANDRIS TO DEFEND US FROM CYCLOCK*