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- Interestingly, later that day I was making some mana pizzas , when I was startled to hear someone say in the distance, 'Hey mister, could you Id this armor?'
- It's rare that one from Clan Loka can be bested in economic commerce of this sort, but it happens.
- Which I was immediately caught in, and transported to some place in the wilderness, surrounded by drudges and shreth! Luckily I was armed and armored.
- By the way, I realize that many of you doubt that such an occurrence actually happened. Sounds extremely rare to me too! But that's the way it was.
- Apparently these folk were not as versed in KewlDood as I was.
- Avoiding a few spawns of monsters was easy enough, and I arrived. What a bustling town! Lots of people, lots of trading, mages spell-casting.. and portal storms.
- 'Oh, okay,' he replied. 'Too bad. I'll never be able to go in the Thieves Den with these. Thanks anyway'.
- 'Gromnies, mud and water golems mos'ly. Jest watch fer th' wasps,' he drawled, in an odd accent.
- Remembering something the Loka Clan elders had told me about 'lightning bolts never strike twice in the same place', I approached a group of warriors at the Armorer's.
- But it was too late.
- And thus ends my tale of Eastham, its people, and its beaches.
- 'Yo,' I replied, 'but I'm hangin' in there. Tune in next week for the next episode.'
- Which met with a stony silence.
- Written by: Loka Wu
- He offered to sell me an amulet that would protect me from their flame bolts. 'Casts Flame Bane III', he claimed.
- I was pleased at the time at this youth's enthusiasm, so eager to venture into battle that he had forgotten to give me his old armor as recompense.
- 'Really? Hey, thanks a lot, ma'am!' We proceeded to the armorer, where I purchased some studded leather armor for the distraught young man.
- At one point, I was caught in the middle of a wasp spawn. Confidently, I put on my amulet. Nothing obvious happened.
- After donning his new armor, the youngster sped away, no doubt to the dungeon he had mentioned. 'Wait,' I shouted, 'give me your old armor to sell.'
- 'Oh, okay,' said the youngster. 'Too bad. I'll never be able to go in the Thieves Den with these. Thanks anyway'. And he turned away.
- No doubt this young man is wearing celdon armor by now. He could go far.
- 'Yes, what spell was that?' asked another. Apparently, they thought that I, a non-mage, had somehow access to a portaling spell!
- I dispatched many of the adversaries; others ran for their lives. I pulled out a map that I had brought along, oriented myself, and returned to Eastham.
- Paying about 3000 pyreals, I took the amulet to the beach. And yes! The hunting was good, mostly azure gromnies, water and mud golems, and the occasional wasp.
- As they all looked rather gullibl... uh, actually, rather than spin them a yarn , I told them I had been portal-stormed away.
- Using my map, I re-returned again. Approaching the same group of warriors, I was about to engage in some swordsmain-like talk, when one of them asked, 'What spell did you use?'
- 'Ah. Then this amulet is worthless, as it is Aluvian only. I recommend that you sell it.' Which i did. For 500 pyreals!
- I later asked another mage about the amulet. 'You are Sho?', she asked. 'Yes,' I replied.
- It was also a pleasure to note that Eastham has a higher quality of beggars than are generally seen in many towns, especially the 'Starter' towns, such as Shoushi.
- Then two of the wasps hit me strongly with their flame bolts. Ouch! I ran towards cover.
- I struck up a conversation with an itinerant mage. He filled me in on the local flora and fauna, noting that I would find easy pickings on the beach.
- Still, I picked up a few. All right, I picked up about eighteen of them. After all, they may be worth something someday. See what happened to shadow armor?
- No shouts of, 'Can anyone spare a trade note?', or 'Hey, loan me 1000 pyreals?' No, these beggars had class.
- I was unable to appraise the item. 'That's because it's so powerful. Trust me,' he said.
- To be portal-stormed away for a second time! To a different spot.
- And with that, he turned away, despondent, no doubt a tear coming from his eye. I was touched. 'Here, I'll help you,' I said.
- For the first-time traveler, simply 'arriving' at Eastham can be an adventure all in itself! After asking directions, I took the 'easy' way: portal to Rithwic, then a short run up the NE road.
- Well, the enterprising adventurer should look no further than Eastham for their traveling and fighting pleasure. In this tale I remimnen..., reminins... think about what I did there recently.
- 'Wait, I'll help you!' said the mage. And, as I stifled a chuckle, I saw the young man accompany the mage to the armorer's.
- Another interesting event occurred later that day. I heard a series of 'clunk' noises, indicating that someone was dropping objects. Looking around, I spotted the culprit.
- It was only later that I realized how I had been fooled.
- A traveling archer was dropping a series of Small Lugian Sinews. About twenty of them. These sinews are apparently of such a low quality that they are not worth cooking and using for bowmaking.
- 'Bummer', said one. 'Lol,' said another, cryptically, both speaking in KewlDood, the adventurer's dialect.
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