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"Perfect, if I send my traders on this route around the jungle, they can
save a month travel, sell more of these precious shiny beeds to the
locals and make more money", Fafner mumbled to himself while looking on
the map. Scribbling a few notes he called for his lackey, "bring this
orders right now to the messengers office and send it to the trading
caravan, chop-chop, off you go." After the lackey left the map room
Fafner went on studying the map on different other locations he was
running endeavours.

Some time later the lackey came back gleaming of joy being of aid to his
master, "Sir, orders directing the trader to the undead encampment have
been send out as you have wished!" Fafner freezing in his current
activity, looking to his lackey, then to the map and back to his lackey,
"what do you mean with undead?"
"The undead, sir, sitting right in the middle of the plains you have
just send our traders, surely you are planing to sell them our trading
goods and make a wonderful profit out of it."
Then Fafner noticed the little mark he had put on the map a few month
ago, when the last scout had visited the particular province as a
warning to avoid the undead infested area. He sat down in his chair,
"try to get a message out to the caravan avoiding the undead," the
lackey hurried towards the door, but Fafner knew the message won't reach
the caravan in time, "wait!" the lackey stopped and came back,
"afterwards bring me a bottle of the local spirit," the lackey went for
the door again, "and send for the recruitment officer," Fafner said
while burring his face in his hand, "and the bursar too," and just
before the lackey could leave the room, "wait, make it two bottles and
bring some glasses for them too." The lackey standing in front of Fafner
waiting for another order to follow. Fafner noticing only a few seconds
later the lackey still standing in front of him, "that's all, go, go,
go!" he shouted.

After the lackey hurried out of the room, Fafner made a mental
check-list, 'Bigger marks on the map for hazardous areas, new lackeys,
and an intelligence check before recruiting them, a new crew for a new
caravan and some starting money for them. This will be a long night," he
thought to himself, "convincing the bursar to shuffle the money around
because of this mishap...'


[Article submitted by Haus Fafner (13)]

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All Hail Teppic, Pharaoh of Djelibeybi!

New Lands Have Been Found To Recreate the Old Kingdom!

The World Can Breathe Again, Your Ruler Is Among You At Last!

All Hail!   All Hail!  All Hail!



[Article submitted by Djelibeybi (16)]

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So how are you all doing?   We're coming to find you.


[Article submitted by Fon (7)]

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