In his latest article, Dark(\/)O§ commented that:
Consider the following true story:
Last night I spent a great deal of time leading Greymyr around the east field so that healers could rescue a number of deceased exiles in the area. During that time: I made it clear that I had both Greymyr following me, I made sure to stay clear of any living or dead exiles, I let people know where I was so they could avoid the Greymyr, and I made sure the rescues were over before I left the Greymyr.
While I was performing this vital service one fighter asked me: "what the heck are you doing?", one healer (thank goodness) checked periodically to see if I was still ok, but nobody kept me informed of the status of the rescue, and nobody thanked me (nor \thank 'ed me.)
This is not the first time I have experienced this. Nor is this an unusual occurance - as I am sure many other fighters will attest.
What's worse is that many exiles with bad attitudes, rude behavior, or genuine 'evil' intentions get thanked simply out of sympathy for the number of times they have been cursed.
No doubt many of you have read 'The Ancients' texts on the uses of Karma, and Martlets fine work on how to recieve good Karma and avoid bad Karma. What I would like to do is to express some of my opinion on when to thank, and when to curse.
My standards on when to curse:
May the Ancients bless you and guide your steps.
I fear Krake is stupid and does not know the whole thing (which he thinks he is the head huancho).
here is my true story:
I started out basically as one of the great Berserks of Mojo's Dwarven Militia. I left because I felt to many hostilities in the clan. I heard of Black Veil and at the time sounded interesting. SO i join them, but decided it was to inactive and left(i have asked for them to take my name of there clan list but i think the owners of the page r dead or somthing). I joined the Spirit Clan as a healer(not a fighter). I felt this would be a powerful clan and meant something that i believed in. I was known as a super healer at that time(which now the super healers r kevas, mystic healer, and Rutabaga). I later left the clan when Firestar seemed to only be present for 5 minutes every week(he also didnt answer my emails). I then was aproached by Razor from The Knights of the Round Table. He and i have known each other for quite a while. He wanted me to be the co-leader in KORT so i accepted. I found this clan a strong clan. Also felt it was going somewhere. It had a strong leader and good members. I was later asked to either leave KORT or stop "stealing" peoples money. So i felt it was time to move on....
Now Teioh, Smoke, Duke Kylo and I, have been planning something called DC...we have been moving in shadows for sometime......and know this( i am only the email dood and the webmaster) i do not RUN the clan, it is a group effort. WE HAVE NO LEADER!
and one other thing, i have never asked healers to come to the arena so i can kill them, i find it fun! so if u have a problem with it TO BAD!
And i would apreciate if Krake would stop acting like mister know it all...and would stop lieing.
thank u for your time.
Friends, there is a great danger, who is neither a Darshak, an Orga,
or anything else. He is one of us.
Yes, we thought that we got rid of any bad seeds with the end of the Asha'man (anyone with whereabouts of the leader, Ginger Fish, please mail me at firstname.lastname@example.org), but it ends up there is another danger brewing, and his name is Darkmos.
The history of Darkmos started out as a member of the Black Veil. He later grew tired of them and left to join the Clan of the Spirit, where he stayed for several months. He was a great member of the clan, one of
the most prized fighters. But that soon changed.
He later left the Spirit Clan for unknown reasons. Spirit Clan members (including myself) tried to find out why he left. When we confronted him, he only said that'll we'll find out. And we did.
Darkmos has been luring healers and people new to this area and butchering them, for no reason but sadism. I put this out to warn all of you never to trust him. He is also known to be working alongside the Sun Dragon Clan Exile known as Teiho, who is stealing from many residents. Please help put an end to these two.
[A NOTE FROM THE EDITOR: As a member of the Sun Dragon Clan (SDC) I must comment to make it clear that Teioh is NOT a member of the Sun Dragon Clan. To make a long story short, The SDC found out TEIOH was stealing by selling weapons he could not deliver. I personally insisted he stop, he chose instead to leave the SDC.]
TITLE: "How the halfling died to arsenic poisoning."
SUBMITTED: The 27th day of the 7th month
AUTHOR: Vex of the Laughing Academy
Now, yesterday many of you
heard the word that some poor halfling had died to arsenic poisoning in
the Mystic's Guild, and a lot of you were probably thinking its just some
rumor right? Wrong.
It all started when Mystichealer and I were babbling on about the ogras to each other in the farms. Midway through our conversation it was disrupted by what looked like a talking tree. Now, me being a lunatic, I
had no problem with the concept of a magical talking tree. The tree first went on to make us promise that no one would chop it down and use its word for our new temple. I was of course enraptured by the talking tree and agreed immediately. Unfortunately, Mystichealer was in a bit of a playful mood and quickly pulled out her axe. After much arguing, we had changed the subject. Later on the tree began shaking a good deal, which was odd because as a general rule of thumb trees don't move around on non windy days. I was starting to get suspicious, but my suspicions were confirmed when the tree promptly told me it was hungry for tarts, this was no magic talking tree!
Soon after a halfling Mystic took a very long tumble from tops of the tree. After getting his bearings he came back up to see us, and once again inquired about the tarts. So I rummaged around through my knapsack for a bit I found some raspberry tarts I happened to have on me and promptly gave them to the halfling Mystic. Mystichealer was still in a bit of a playful mood unfortunately, and wanted some money for her tarts. This halfling Mystic was rather poor unfortunately, and couldn't afford to pay her prices. So in what looked like an act of compassion, Mystichealer gave the poor little halfling Mystic her tarts. In actuality, she had covered her tarts with a small coating of arsenic. It shouldn't have been enough to kill the little halfling, but it did. We suspect the fall he took from the tree might have caused some other injuries that contributed to his death.
Following the eating of our food, the halfling Mystic went on to regale us with his tale of woe about how very poor he was. I, being a terrible penny pincher, was reluctant to give him any of my money. But after hearing about how terribly, terribly poor he was I agreed to give him most of my money, about 18k at the time. After insisting I needed at least five thousand for living expenses I agreed to give the little halfling Mystic 13k. Mystichealer on the other hand, feeling philanthropic for the first time since we met the halfling gave him considerably more, a sum nearing 20k I believe.
Once we had given him this considerable sum of money he began mumbling about how it should be enough. The little halfling Mystic then snapped his fingers and disappeared in a cloud of smoke. Mystichealer then went on to tell me of how she had poisoned the tart (I wasn't aware of it until that time), we both had a good laugh, and she assured me the dosage wasn't strong enough to kill the little halfling Mystic. Much to our chagrin, we soon heard word that a poor halfling had died to arsenic poisoning. In a fit of anguish Mystichealer went to sacrifice herself in the desert to the gods, in a fit of boredom I tagged along, unfortunately the gods seemed more angry at me because I died several times on the way there.
So let this be a lesson to you all, never feed halfling Mystics poisoned tarts! You'll never know what becomes of your money then. And what did I learn from this experience? I learned that I am now poor.
--Vex of the Laughing Academy