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Lol well who hasn't done fanart before? I know I have done some from time to time about my character. Even if your not an artist I'd imagine sometimes people doodle from time to time. So let's see what ya got =)

This here is a few years old I admit. I can do a bit better, but who knows. Maybe I'll do another piece of fanart in the coming months ;P. This does make me wish though there were childrens graphics in the game lol. At least to hang around the tavern since all the drawings and writing I do about Rease Hunter make him a single Father.

Hey there. Giving a heads up to everyone that the Player Quest Board by the vendor portals have a few quests to do to help MarketVale rebuild itself after being away for a long while. Most of the stuff there shouldn't give anyone too much trouble. It's mostly collecting things like boards, killing orcs, and the like. And what can I say? Money is of course involved!

So if anyone wants to help look there daily. Should be a new list of quests to do each week. Some of which might even give special rewards like weaponry, armor, or even special items.

Already did . Hopefully that brings us in some new traffic lol.

(To the tune of Beltaine - An Astrailhad http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zoocxEjQyzI)

A ship sails in on the tip of Britannia, coming ashore to the city of Trinsic. The air is crisp, cold, yet the sun hangs high in the blue sky to provide a bright contrast from the dreariness of the season below. Only a few more days can be afforded like this for the rest of the year, the dock workers know, and get right to task on righting the ship into harbor without delay, knowing that more ships will be coming before the winter storms freeze the ships to their docks.

As soon as the gangplank is lowered, and the bustle of men step off, a thick booted foot tentatively makes its way down followed with it's twin, and the body attached to it. Grizzled still, with his hair tied neatly behind him in a small ponytail the dark clothed man steps off the ship, glad for it to be over with as he bites down on the butt of his cigarette as soon as he reaches land. Looking around to remember where to go as various dock merchants come to hawk their overpriced wares to the sailors. Fish, Booze, Cheese, STD's in packaged deals. Often together.

Rease simply waves them aside, despite a good deal on imported cheddar. His business and coin isn't simply for Britannica pleasures today, but on more important matters. He hasn't seen his home in nearly three years, and he's become eager to get home and see how things have gone without him there. Hopefully, not everything has fallen to disrepair while he has been gone.

At least, is Hunter's hope in this as he reaches for one more of his cigarettes as he walks towards the gate of Trinsic to start his journey Northward.

Would the Tavern keeper be welcomed?

Of course I remember ya'll =P. How could I not?

Thought I'd surprise ya with a trip into the game to say hello =D. But as usual, having a bear of a time getting it all to work =\.

So I'll say an early hello here till I get it up and runnin =P

As for your question: Of course! I shall never stop.

Howdy yerself other stranger =P. How have you been?

And amg =O Im glad I'm remembered =D. Thought I'd stop by, maybe even in game to say hello a few times.

Lol. Was going through my favorites folder and thought to take a stroll through memory lane. This is Rease Hunter if any of ya'll remember =P. Thought I'd stop by and say hello.

Sorry that Rease Hunter had to miss it Garrick. Things happened to have came up that night Im afraid. But Im willin to discuss with you on the things discussed and add in my own idea's anytime you have open to you.

Looking to Buy VS's. Need them in a vast quantity. Also willing to buy Atones as well. PM Rease Hunter in game to haggle a price. Willing to barter as well.

They came without warning, and without provocation from the Western lands.

It had been a peaceful day when it had started. The townsfolk of the Free City of MarketVale were gathered that day in the Pretarian Tavern discussing the usuals of town life. Gossip, Materials needed, funding, Taxes, and the going ons of the outside world. Rease Hunter and his wife, Rayne Hunter were working their daily shift behind the Bar serving up orders of meat and ale to the locals who came by. Farmers, Blacksmiths, Miners and Cartographers were seated for their daily dinner after a hard day's work. Melenthia the Dwarven Blacksmith was seated in a  back corner with her new Apprentice, Garreck, discussing his daily practice and the corrections he needed to improve with. Biki Tarber as well was seated at the front bar to discuss future plans for the expansion of their town and the increase in the docks while sitting next to a half sleeping Gypsy boy.

Even Will Hawthorn had come back from his recent travels to resettle home, despite the difficulty of the fire that costed him his possessions.

None of it however compared to the surprise that awaited them soon. They came with barely a sound. Their marching feet drowned by the merriment inside of the Pretarian but all to soon the Townsfolk came to the realization of something horrible having happened.

First it came as a crash as the line of Trolls marched underneath the Triway Fortress and toppled the scaffolding of the homes being built nearby, leaving the plots as nothing more then rubble and dirt beneath their mighty feet. The first of the homes destroyed as they bellowed their challenge to all within earshot.

"Give us back our lands Hoomans! No right have you to what is ours!" thundered the largest of the beasts. Weilding his double bladed axe high above his head as the metal of his mismatched armor clamoured loudly against the sound of the roars behind him from the legion he had brought.

And then they rushed.

They destroyed all in their path as they rushed through the county lines. Destroying person, property, flora and fauna. They shattered windows and tore up gardens and farm alike. They pillaged the homes of the Merchants for wood metal and the farmers for their rich vein of sustenance and forced those inside to barricade themselves behind shuttered windows and barricaded doors.

However unbeknownst among the Trolls is that MarketVale deals mostly to a warrior crowd as well as other Merchants. Rease Hunter quickly gathered up his black armour and armed himself with his blade Tyrafing and gathered those within the Tavern to his side. Together armed with their various armaments they took advantage of chaos of the pillage and broke free from the doors to make haste for the docks to escape. Along the way they encountered a few other friendlies from the various other Kingdoms and Knightly Orders caught in the crossfire of the rampaging monsters.

"What are we to do? We can't possible fight them all"

"This is a scouting party. Their weak in skill and temperment, but more are soon to arrive."

"We've got to leave before they get more organized."

..and such was spoken as they huddled near the Craftsman Hall.

"Aye, we nee' te lea' a' quickly a' we ken. I wan' all o' ye stron' knightly men te arm yersel'ves an surroun'ed tho' tha' kenna figh' an we're gonna run straigh' te the Dock's. From there we're gonna board ships an sail down alon' the coas' a bi' an 'ead te the mountain Range te the eas' te se' up camp an ma' plans te reta' MarketVale"  The Orders were given, and they made haste to the docks to escape.

Harhar oy ye, Yer gonna gi' tha' back fore me ears ge' col' *He say's with a grin across his face, reaching his leg across the railing of the balcony as he reaches his destination upon the top, leaning back up to stand at his full height of an impressive 5'7'' as he takes a step forward, letting his thick black boots thump upon the marbled wood as he makes his preparation to pounce her, and give chase.

He watches as she makes her race to the fire. Grinning more insptite of himself as he charges forward in a flash of black and melted snow to make a B-line of his own to pounce her as she reaches her destination.

"ha ha! Ye know I'd gi' ye me solemn vow on nay te pee', bu' I'd do i' anyway's a' soon a' yer eyes loo'ed away. I'll come te ye tho' an trevail the wall, i' damndably col' down 'ere an I ken use somethin warm" He says with a yell to his voice to carry it distanced up to her ears and beyond the vale if possible.  His arms flourished forward, a dramatic sweep as if to bring alive the character of a play and he leaps up to the scaffold, grasping it with his thick gloved hands as he makes the descent to the damsels room.

Up her climbs, through weed, thorn, wood and iced. His booted feet finding the holes to hook, as his grip strengthens, sustained by his want to his destination as he carries himself, armaments, and a few pocketed trinkets as well as the moisture of the air and land  (yet strangely his large hat remains affixed to his head despite the wind)

["Harhar, goo' mornin there gorgeous! See the sor' o' magic I managed te conjured up je' fer us an all o' the township?"]

"Harhar, goo' mornin there gorgeous! See the sor' o' magic I managed te conjured up je' fer us an all o' the township?" He called up towards her, sweeping his hand back from across his hip as if to show her some prize he had magically created.

The snow has continued to fall upon the ground, slowly, lazily swirling down in its frosty shower as he steps lightly closer towards the house, and in essence, her.

"an are ye gonna le' down yer 'air or am I gonna 'ave te come on up there?"

Ohhh? Tawny Kindrell i' ge'in married?

Well theres a lass I 'aven't 'eard from in ages.