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Aerien: I was sittin' in the bank I was, jus' mixing them potions of sort, when all o' a sudden some evil lookin' riders showed up. Quickly, the scribes to my left jumped up screamin' "Dailga" and running around, but oh no, not me, calm and collected I am, I just called m'brother Vincent.

*messier hand writing*

Vincent: Aye, just as I had gotten back home, I was thrust back into the heat of battle once again. Upon entry to the Britain Bank, I was buffed by one of the nearby mages, and quickly joined the other warriors of sorts in the battle against the Dailga. Their men were not so tough, but their horses were as tough as Troll Chieftens. We ran around Britain, clearing it of the hordes of Dailga. It was during this time that the town criers spread the message of Dailga in the Britain countryside. Quickly we rode towards the bridge when we were faced against what seemed to be one of the captains of the Dailga. He proved to be no stronger then the others. Upon his corpse a note was found...

To all Clan Leaders, You have my leave to loot towns and homes as needed. Training and recruitment must continue as planned. -Zundra Khan

We continued through the countryside slashing through waves of Dailga that popped up on the paths. However, this seemed to be but a decoy so that the true Dailga force could advance into Britain, as one of the Dailga told us as he rode off laughing. We quickly returned to Britain to find manageable force of Dailga at the Bank. We quickly dispathced of them and headed north, then west, following the castle's wall through more Dailga. We continued like this for a while, till after heading north, and through even more Dailga, a mysterious moongate was found. It was in the middle of an energy field, and none could go through it. We also found an explosion trap not more then two steps south of this gate. After some more discussion and investigation, the gate and the energy field vanished. It was at this time, that we pronounced the quest over, for now. We returned to Britain and divided the loot.

I will not even try to list everyone's name who was on the quest, for fear of forggeting someone, if however you wish you can post your own name.

Tel'Imoen wrote:Aerien:
I will not even try to list everyone's name who was on the quest, for fear of forggeting someone, if however you wish you can post your own name.

These are the people that I can remember off the top of my head:

Thagadore
Pau Atei
Skeeter Byrch
Orakan Ranar
Jordan Gryphon
Rime
Edison

It's not everyone, but it's a start...

Sholeh Iruli ( )was there as well, and Rocks Silivan.

I showed up near the end but i only helped kill 3 things so i dont count

Considering how long it took to dispatch some of the enemies, you count.

Yo Dialga king. Who do you think you are? Invaders that ride and fight better then you get squashed in a pool of blood under the strength that lays in mine own arms. I challenge you to a race on horseback cause it seems like there's something you need know and don't know. Never a warrior swung a hammer harder than me nor an archer shot an arrow truer. My horse is the swiftest of animals. If I win the race you have to swear to go through me before you start attacking our peaceful settlements. And if you don't you will find yourself at your own funeral anyway. Punk!

Ha! Dailga cant even hold their liquer. They resemble pathetic infants who trying to sleep on fathers's saddle, fell off the horse.

Ogden wrote:Yo Dialga king. Who do you think you are? Invaders that ride and fight better then you get squashed in a pool of blood under the strength that lays in mine own arms. I challenge you to a race on horseback cause it seems like there's something you need know and don't know. Never a warrior swung a hammer harder than me nor an archer shot an arrow truer. My horse is the swiftest of animals. If I win the race you have to swear to go through me before you start attacking our peaceful settlements. And if you don't you will find yourself at your own funeral anyway. Punk!

Ha! Dailga cant even hold their liquer. They resemble pathetic infants who trying to sleep on fathers's saddle, fell off the horse.

you should be nicer to the dailga. they have come a great long distance to die at our hands and thoughtfully brought gifts of fine horses and other treasures.

I'm just speaking to them in their own language. So they understand.