Considering the tie, the first and second places will receive the same prize. I hope this style of rewards will inspire you and encourage those who have not participate. Please, on this occasion an exception is made, and if you want more succulent rewards, we need to work together to enliven the forums again.
Only three participants have come forward and will be duly rewarded for their invaluable participation despite low demand. We hope that in the future we will see more players interested in collaborating, either with their contributions or through suggestions to create a diverse and content-rich testing system. There we go!
Behold! The creatures of the night lurk among us. Close the doors, the windows, and embrace yourself into the slumber... The three Gods of Autumn wait for tribute, so please them with your tale. They will listen and bless you with their kin if they're pleased.
1263 dRA – Dark times are coming... Non-humans trembles in fear again, and start to plan to leave their homes in Borderland to their homelands or more peaceful locations elsewhere.
Rumors say that terrible events are occurring right now in Fersakor island... Some accuse The Carossi Empire have finally thrown their glove against the face of The Nemean Empire and their allies The Dwarves United Kingdoms in a twisted fashion... Others say this covert violence comes from an awakened nightmare long ago doomed to oblivion. The only thing we know for sure is that new and/or old foes walk among us, and nobody is suspicion-free anywhere, nevermore.
The Nemean authorities have sent messengers to each town, asking for recruits, mercenaries, to prepare to the alleged imminent battle. The once small groups of (wo)men-at-arms from the local militias that patrol the roads regularly seems to have used some reinforcements in some areas at the south.
The town crier rings his bell in front of the market, trying to catch the attention of people: "His Majesty The King Ascario I request y'all identification for security purposes. Noblemen must provide documentation to demonstrate their statement, so commoners must provide the backing of five witnesses. Please, ladies and gentlemen, thou shalt bring your relatives and acquaintances to the local authorities throughout this lawful to fulfill your duty. Defaulting would be apprehended. Long live to the King!". The crier walks away, ringing his bell and shouting again his words that resound in your head... You are just an anonymous adventurer passing by Rialb... You feel sick, how your guts twist because of the fear of the consequences if you aren't able to prove your citizenship to The Empire...
Now the only idea you have is to go to the tavern to check your inventory and seek advice: