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Kravaar 29th, 705
It's been just over a week and I have been unable to find Alorethea, I wish I could show her how sorry I am. I see why father disagrees with dueling to deal with matters of
honor. Elijah says I shouldn't feel bad as it wasn't my fault, most of our class witnessed the duel and saw it was all legitimate... still I feel somewhat guilty, I wrote father about it the day after the duel, Yesterday he stormed into the school Outraged that I was involved in a duel. When I find Alorethea i'll have to tell her how sorry I am.

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Treman 24th, 705
I, Petier D'Alambord, have today at the age of Five cycles started Charm School at Mademoiselle Maillot's Academy of Etiquette in Boreau. It is my fathers wish that I one day take over his position in office over our home, he says it is of the utmost importance that I am trained to be a true gentleman, because unlike most Stone Labyrinth outposts, Boreau is an Aristocratic and Cultured place, as well as a military town. It is my hopes that my completion of the full three year course will have me to my fathers standards in behavior, and I will be able to make him proud. it will be weird to not be with my family, but the other students here are mostly the children of Aristocrats from Bordeau... all except for a crude Fenki by the name of Alorethea. She has the manners of a bore, when I greeted her today for the first time, she spat on my brand new school coat the said my mother was a gobble... I wanted to hit her... but I will never hit a woman... Father taught me better then that.

Treman 28th, 705
That fenki is the the illegitimate daughter of dakkru!!! Today in class I was writing down some notes when class finished... as she walked past me, she knocked my books and ink to the floor, my book on Nolthrir Languages is soaked in ink to the point that it is no good anymore!! I also learned she hs a brother named Lokormek, I cannot even use words against her now because he threatens to hit me. I wrote to father today he said that it sounded as if she liked me... I don't think she likes me... I think she hates me... I have to go to General Table behaviour 101 now... I don't want to because I have to sit right next to her... but I will.

Before I start I'd like to make it absolutely clear I want strictly Settings team feed back only.

For my character 'Petier Dalembord' I would like to lay out a background which includes work in his home, a small province in the Stone Labrynth called 'Ki Rolanda'. he worked as a Captain of local militia. I hope to form a guild once (I have the money) which is very much dependent on the existance of 'Ki Rolanda', other details, should I receive approval, will be put through for approval between now and the guilds creation.
Yours truly A_traveller

I have and Ive updated for 2 hours till it had no more updaters, it just doesnt seem to work

(I'll just say quickly, this is all altered from the real pistols, and as with all these inventions they are just pretend, they are not an actual invention.... so no need to worry about the reality of it... its pretend and uses nothing that does not exist in Yliakum...)

(The air in kada-els rings with laughter and singing as a group of bards sing, dance, and play instruments. A fiddle sings out a jaunty rythm, a deep bass voice echoes out of the singers vocal chords)

Bard:
OOOOOOOOH!!!!
I sing a lil ditty 'bout a lad name Rolber
went out for a walk through lands all full of Ulber!
strolled along with a bag full of meat,
must of forgot what Ulbernauts eat...

Oh Rolber young 'n' Rolber meek,
waltzed along athinkin deep,
Didn't know what he would meet
Poor Poor ole Rolber

Now Rolber sat to eat a treat,
made a fire an' cooked 'is meat,
didn't know that he'd been seen,
sat an sang an ate what he eats...
didn't see that Ulber.

Oh Rolber full of roasted meat,
sittin there in the Azhord heat...
didn't see that nasty treat!
Poor Poor ole Rolber

The Ulber came sniffin the air
sein Rolber a siiting there,
came up from behind
and it attacked Rolber.

Oh Rolber Fought and fell and screeched,
fell to the floor for the Ulbernaut to eat!
got crushed by an Ulbers feet
Poor Poor ole Rolber

The next few days he felt kinda weak,
sat in town and tried to eat,
suddenly he wasn't meak
He was an Ulber

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!!!!
Rolber ran around the street!
Eatin folk and stompin trees,
got killed by guards in a strange old heat!
Poor Poor Were-Ulber....

(A stocky old Ylian woman laughs loudly from a corner, the sound mixing into the general Ambience of joy filling Kada-El's on the night of The Harvest Celebration, Piles of delicious foods and drinks a seen in every direction, old men are laughing as they play chess in a corner, and a pair of big strong farmers arm wrestle by the bar, even the bounty hunter Jarrpi, normally silent and a greatly indecent being to be near smokes at a pipe and laughs in jest with a friend. The stocky Ylian Lady bellows out with raucious Laughter as she listens to an old Sailors tales of Great sea fights against beasts of the sea.)

Lady: Well I do believe my good deary that that is a terribly frightful tale of monstrous ghouls from the depths but I'll tell you a truly horrible tale!

(The old Sailor seems taken aback that such a sweet old house wife could have a horrific tale of beasties)

Lady: Well you speak of Krakens and Demonic Palerays, but how about Demon-Pastrys!

(The old sailor Bursts out in laughter, swinging back in his chair, but a young child looks wide eyed at the old lady

Child: Burr Ho!!!! Oi dunna Loik thees sounds o mean ole beasties in Pois!!!

(the old lady smiles)

Lady: I baked it myself! with my own two hands! I believed it would be a grand Idea a Pie that could talk with you as you ate it! but then it went bad...

(The old sailor falls from his chair cackling with laughter, a few men in the tavern begin to laugh at the old sailor)

Lady: Well it was a chilly Novari day and I decided to make a nice warm pie!, but this was back when My dear husband was a trader, and I was alone, so i thought I could ask the old enchantress down the road to make the pie speak with me, so I made up the scrumcious delicious pie and took it down the road, and she used her Hazabalooperap-zap hocus pocus and BAM!!!! the pie came to life, Talkin with me, it spoke of things such as polotics and how cute the custard tarts in the bakery were, and I couldn't bring myself to eat the poor thing when we got back to my house... but then... it saw... in the trash... An empty pie tin, the remnants of the previous nights dinner... it went balistic and I was alone, nought but me... and my trusty rolling pin, as the wicked pastry leapt at me, the howling of my saviour sounded as my dear pet dog waffles leapt through the window and began to dig into the poor crusty little fellow... and I realised... Dont get attached to your food... its got to be eaten eventually!

(The old sailor seems to be having a heart attack, however when one watches it becomes apparent he's laughing hysterically... and the old lady seems genuinly proud of this "Amazing victory")