Pratt McGrubben Exposed!!!

Note! This post is a continuation of another post. Read the previous one first!

You see his smug smile, you see how well he lives. Despite the destruction of New Trismus, despite the disgusting blight roots growing through the buildings, this man, known as none other than Pratt McGrubben, is the spy we’ve been looking for!

Why do you think our fair town is destroyed? Ancient Dragons of mighty power sit around here all day and all night, there is no way any foes could make it past them!

And yet… They did. The dragons have no memories of it. One day they woke up and New Trismus was changed forever. Do you know what my theory is? Pratt fed the dragons a sleeping toxin, cause them to sleep through the furious battle that occurred shortly after all the Gifted were asleep.

People keep asking, “Where were the Gifted?!” I’ll tell you where we were. Asleep. Sedated by the traitor. It all makes sense! Pratt stands to profit from this kind of destruction. He’s annoyed at all the Gifted, especially the older ones who have been here forever, who are always up his business. He hates that they meddle with him whenever he is trying to indoctrinate young and inexperienced Gifted.

For crying out loud, who knows what kind of twisted experiments he has been running on the newly Gifted! I think he’s trying to find the secret to become a Gifted himself, so that he can have everlasting life.

That bastard.

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A Spy in New Trismus?

Before you assault me with your ever-increasing loyalty and zeal to the Empire, you crazy fanatic, hear me out.

Let’s talk about New Trismus for a bit. A beautiful village where ancient dragons and bipeds alike gather around the campfire- err, the Shrine, to converse and eat strange candy. It’s a wonderful life.

At least, that is how it once used to be. Now the village is nothing more than a ruin, a terrorized piece of land on a small island where the Gifted are trying hard to protect the remaining villagers against the horde of the Aegis.

Those of us who have been Gifted long enough may remember how peaceful and lovely New Trismus once was. Sure the Aegis were still there, but now they’re literally at New Trismus’s doorstep. So much that a wall has been erected to keep them out.

Except there’s one flaw. The wall is a very, very bad attempt at keeping them out. If the undead wanted to, they could simply walk around. So what’s keeping them from entering the city? I have a theory: Someone on the inside has made a deal with them. Stay tuned as we unfold this mystery in the next post!

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Guild of Artisans

Did you know that our guild, the Ethereal Thunder, has some of the most creative people you’ll ever meet? Well, it’s true.

Our guildmaster, or guild mistress as would be more appropriate, is a wizard in the arts of art.

We have one who has the ability to capture moments into bewitched portraits! Her name is Pryzm and you should definitely check her out. She also does artsy things!

Another one is our awesome Mavynn, who also dabbles in artogracy (I totally made up that word!).

These are just three who contribute so much to the community! But there’s more! The whole community of Istaria will eagerly share their crafts with you! Simply join the community Discord server, or maybe take a look at the forums.

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Have you guys seen the recent Warehouses? They’re pretty legit and they can fit a ton of stuff in them. I mean a lot.


My story, however, is a bit sad. I had just finished my first row of many silos, and about the same time is when they came out with those warehouses. Curse the gods and their evil schemes!

No no, forgive me, no curses here from me. I am, after all, a Gifted. The Pinnacle of morality and life. The beacon of hope to all of Istaria. The grandest of all adventurers…!

And… And yet… And yet I spend my time slaughtering deer. Because it’s fun.

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No Rest For The Gifted

After a long day of slaughtering horrendous Fyakkis, gluttonous Ruxuses, and deadly Muck Flys, there’s nothing like coming back to a cozy place called home.

Or perhaps you are not the heroic (some might call mad) adventurer that you brave out and destroy all evil. No, perhaps you are the man (or woman!) behind the buildings, the one who sharpens the blades, melds the armors, and stitches the cloth. Perhaps you build impassive walls, bridges and homes, fortresses and decorations made out of the skulls of your enemy. Perhaps you stitch the banners of the living races.

Whatever it is that you do, all the Gifted share one thing: Home is where your heart is, or so they say. But home is the place to rest and relax, get a lovely night’s sleep.

Only that once you finally close your eyes, after wandering in the Eastern Deadlands for eighteen days without sleep, without food, and without your guard being down, your nights are only the beginning of your nightmares. You almost forgot that a peaceful night’s of sleep is not a luxury the Gifted can enjoy. No, in your sleep, in your dreams, the battles continue to rage on.

Often you find yourself awakening in the middle of the night, your night gown drenched in cold sweat. You quickly realize Fafnir severing your arms and legs was just a dream. And yet, you could have sworn the pain felt real.

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Thieves & Shadows

The other day I met this Realm traveler who came from a far-away land. Well, long story short, he was complaining about a group of certain people known simply as “thieves”. Now, these thieves were not necessarily organized, and most of them were actually terrible at what they were doing.

What, you might ask, are they exactly doing? Here’s what. They steal. Yes, they take what does not belong to them. It’s not like we haven’t seen that in our magnificent world. But to think, they steal from each other.

It would be like the Living Races stealing from other Living Races. Preposterous, right! Right…? Uhh…

Look at the above picture. No house in Istaria has a door, and you know why? It is because we do not steal from each other.

We do not have these so-called “thieves”.

This peculiar man also told me that these thieves liked to hide in the dark and in shadows. I had no idea what he was talking about. How does anyone hide? I’ve never been able to hide from anyone before. No matter how I approach a monster, it will always see me coming. I am chuckling at the notion of hiding. No one needs that.

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