Greetings from Nova Zelandia!
Posted: Tue Nov 30, 2010 10:10 pm
Hail, warm greetings, “gidday”!
We are travellers from afar, and refugees in this land. We originate from the lost islands of Aotearoa (roughly translated as "The Land of the Long White Cloud"). After many moons of sailing, our good ship HMS Endeavour was caught in a mighty storm that raged for days. Whipped by howling winds and driving rains, our mainsail was torn in two. Our ship was driven countless leagues from our charted course, and we found ourselves in seas not shown upon our maps (as we battled the storm's fury). And worse, finally, our fine ship was rendered asunder upon treacherous rocks! Even as the storm raged, we were forced to abandon our cherished vessel… and clutching to broken boards and barrels take our chances in the broiling ocean.
Two of us survived to tell our tale. My own self, and crewmate Gribblys Cash. Washed up upon these strange shores, we each find ourselves starting a new life. With just our bedraggled clothes on our backs, and scant coin in our purses (which we had taken the precaution to secure tightly to our belts), we set out to survive in this land. By good fortune, we found that we were each able to exchange our coin for 100 of your local currency. Both of us then, had the means to establish himself. We have spent the last 3 months recuperating our strength, and re-focussing ourselves on our respective professions: Gribbly in the deep Arts of Magic, myself in the Way of the Sword.
Thus now settled, we have formed our guild, Nova Zelandia. We humbly pray you will accept us into your society. With proud memories of our homeland, we pledge ourselves in good faith to the ruler of this land, Lord British, and unto his service. We oppose all evil, in its varied and myriad forms, and have taken The Oath to cleanse the land thereof, bringing Truth and Justice in its stead.
If there art any other survivors of the wreck, please send pigeon to us through this forum. The memory of our green homeland burns fresh in our minds, and in homage we observe our waking and sleeping habits as though we were still resident there. The timings of our gatherings are thus based on this.
Alas, I fear that Gribbly and I are the last of our kind in this land… however we keep a candle burning in the hope that other survivors of the Endeavour may still be found.
In the service of Lord British,
Your humble servant,
Zelek Uther
We are travellers from afar, and refugees in this land. We originate from the lost islands of Aotearoa (roughly translated as "The Land of the Long White Cloud"). After many moons of sailing, our good ship HMS Endeavour was caught in a mighty storm that raged for days. Whipped by howling winds and driving rains, our mainsail was torn in two. Our ship was driven countless leagues from our charted course, and we found ourselves in seas not shown upon our maps (as we battled the storm's fury). And worse, finally, our fine ship was rendered asunder upon treacherous rocks! Even as the storm raged, we were forced to abandon our cherished vessel… and clutching to broken boards and barrels take our chances in the broiling ocean.
Two of us survived to tell our tale. My own self, and crewmate Gribblys Cash. Washed up upon these strange shores, we each find ourselves starting a new life. With just our bedraggled clothes on our backs, and scant coin in our purses (which we had taken the precaution to secure tightly to our belts), we set out to survive in this land. By good fortune, we found that we were each able to exchange our coin for 100 of your local currency. Both of us then, had the means to establish himself. We have spent the last 3 months recuperating our strength, and re-focussing ourselves on our respective professions: Gribbly in the deep Arts of Magic, myself in the Way of the Sword.
Thus now settled, we have formed our guild, Nova Zelandia. We humbly pray you will accept us into your society. With proud memories of our homeland, we pledge ourselves in good faith to the ruler of this land, Lord British, and unto his service. We oppose all evil, in its varied and myriad forms, and have taken The Oath to cleanse the land thereof, bringing Truth and Justice in its stead.
If there art any other survivors of the wreck, please send pigeon to us through this forum. The memory of our green homeland burns fresh in our minds, and in homage we observe our waking and sleeping habits as though we were still resident there. The timings of our gatherings are thus based on this.
Alas, I fear that Gribbly and I are the last of our kind in this land… however we keep a candle burning in the hope that other survivors of the Endeavour may still be found.
In the service of Lord British,
Your humble servant,
Zelek Uther