by Zhokril on July 27th, 2010 Welcome to Aabahran: the Forsaken Lands
The launch of our new website is finally here! We hope you like what we've done
with the place. If you have any comments or suggestions for us, feel free to chime
in at our Forums and let us know. Either way, we'd like to know what you think.
We've been doing a lot to improve the gameplay experience lately. A major change
just released is the new MERCHANT cabal. This cabal focuses around gathering and
trafficking different goods through the lands. Preferring guile and gold to killing,
they use their business influence to attempt to control Aabahran's economy.
by Zhokril on July 27th, 2010 Welcome to Aabahran: the Forsaken Lands
"Oi," comes the greeting, followed by the wafting stench of alcohol.
"Ya been hearin’ what’s new, hmn?"
A monumentally fat dwarf, clad in rum-stained clothes, beams a toothless
grin at you from across the bar. Without waiting for an answer, he scoots closer.
"Buy me a mug o’ somethin’ nice, and I’ll tell ya what’s what."
Tamara arrives with a tankard of the highest quality rum, grinning mischievously
at you. As the rotund dwarf drinks, he proceeds to spew the latest gossip.
"Well, same business in many a regard, ya know. Nexus soldiers hack at anything
that looks at em funny, Knights fight back screaming ‘Crown’ this and ‘Crown’ that!
The Syndicate been quiet, but them criminal types usually are, especially with the
Tribunal breathin’ down their necks and janglin’ those dungeon keys. Warmasters are
hollerin’, Savants and wagglin’ fingers, and Heralds are sittin’ ‘bout saying ‘Oh,
that’s interesting.’"
The dwarf leans closer still, his putrid breath invading your nostrils. "But that’s
not the good stuff, like. Ya hear about this Spider Queen, eh? So, it’s like they tried
to get the angry arachnid to come on in and make ‘er nest in some city, ya. But the first
time they tried, some other demon crazy, swinging swords like a mad woman, showed up.
The second time, though the second time those Drow zealots got it right."
He pauses for affect, taking a long sip of his monumentally expensive rum. "But
since we aint dead – at least not yet, ya – you know it didn’t work. Turns Lloth
weren’t too interested in our little slice o’ the heavens and left us to our own."
"During this little drama, the Syndicate kept awful busy. They kidnapped that pretty
Princess Orelinde… you know, the one from Shasarazade... and started this sick auction
for ‘er. Turns out Dilorry, representin’ the Elven Kingdom had the gold to get ‘er out."
"O’ course, the Syndicate were also involved in this loggin’ business – tearin’ up
forests with these machines that made an awful racket night and day did a lot o’ damage,
too. The Watchers used this new training of their - strange abilities, they were - to not
just destroy them loggin' machines, but launch a full campaign on all those squatters in
the Emerald Forest. Cleaned it up, they did, and called the place Everwild."
"Lessee.. right, ya. The Halflings finally got off their lard-arses and fixed up
their home. The Halfling Hamlet they call it, now. ‘Parantly them’s adventurer’s from
the hamlet came back and whipped ‘em up in to a frenzy. They used wood from thems
loggin’ machines to do what they did. If ya ask me, it’s still a bumpkin town wit’
a poor excuse for rum."
"And now for the biggest secret I got," the inebriated Dwarf hollers, sending
spittle flying, "I gets all my information from this notice board ‘ere. I tell ya,
nothin’ better fer gossip than that right ‘ere eh?"
