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 )      Some locals have heard about an encounter between combatants       (
(      happened in the desert of Birmingmoor Desert where battle ended      )
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(                 Battle near the forests of Ugubal Forest.                 )
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(        Dozen dockers are rumoring about a fight between two armies        )
 )     happened in the desert of Birmingmoor Desert where battle ended     (
(     in a slaughter of one of the sides. This battle will be known as      )
 )                Battle near the forests of Ugubal Forest.                (
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 )      Several dockers are discussing about a clash between enemies       (
(      happened in the desert of Great Antanoatos Desert where battle       )
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(             known as Battle near the ocean of Lanktor Ocean.              )
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(     Numerous pilgrims are whispering about the village of Entellalizo     )
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(        Numerous refugees are discussing about daredevils who have         )
 )     extinguished Family of Ogres (127) near volcanoes of Basington      (
(     Peak. Freeing the mountains of Hornwood Heights from their fear.      )
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(     Many traders are worried about witchers who have killed Pride of      )
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(     A few traders are whispering about rangers who have expelled Imp      )
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(       In the plains of Kleptoeryx Dale, near ocean of Gelar River,        )
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(      In the jungles of Barakguzun Woods, near ocean of Sylahel Sea,       )
 )      Hydra (621) who continue to cause fear to local inhabitants.       (
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 )     In the desert of Great Autarkotuspolisus Desert, near ocean of      (
(     Zolain River, Sphinx (877) who continue to cause anxiety to local     )
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 )    A group of rangers decimated the Yeti (752) who inflicted terror     (
(     on the inhabitants of the Antanoakos Tundra tundra near ocean of      )
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 )      In the mountains of Lurgbuz Rocks, near volcanoes of Lurgbuz       (
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The desert of Melgrove Desert, north of Maidenvil, has yet to be visited by
exiles from destroyed worlds.

The swamp is green
Dressed in duckweed,
Chirps over him
Green summer.

In the green swamp
The frog lives,
Green Songs
He sings to his girlfriends.

Palms are green
The water lily is washing...
what a green one
A picture came out!

Evil mages, such scurrilous rumours. I'm sure they are perfectly friendly.

Our ambitions... Grandiose.
Our hopes... High.
Our resources... meager.
Our abilities... minimal.

Englefart kept hearing of mythical beasts laying waste to anyone that came close. 

He hadn't seen any yet, and was quite happy for this to continue.

Except.. maybe they're invisible? They could be right behind him!
Englefart did not sleep that night.

Monsters, do not forget about them, they affect implementation of your plans 

Scouts are being turned back..

- Where are money from the east?
- They were successfully collected by pillaging, sir.
- Why weren't they transferred then?
- They couldn't due to successful ambush of Sandlings, sir.
- Do you want to say that everything is successful on the east and we lost there all our people?
- Yes, sir.

A second Sphinx has appeared. Now they are hanging out with each other.  We will be avoiding that region for a while.

Finally, demons are happy. More than a hundred of men were slew, but there is nothing that can stop hungry orcs from getting their harvest. Should we think of expanding our little garden?

some decent production starting soon, but silver is still a problem, I guess we should finally take the city.

There are no any monsters around. 
I just do not see any of them!

It seems we have reached our borders. Need to talk or fight now...

Goblins can't help with mushrooms.
What a pity!

The bandits appeared on the road between cities. Traders were scared and demanded to deal with the situation. I should keep the promises.

Back to a familiar place. The faction here has greatly developped. Congratulations !

The ogres came down from the Hornwood mountains and attacked new recruits and workers. The inexperienced men fled in panic. Now we order them to fight again. The stronger and armed guys will be in front and farmers will throw stones from backline. 
Unless ice wurms show up to defend ogres, we will win. Otherwise we die. All of us.

By decree of the Prime Exarch, all visitors to our land must fly the banner of their nation or be seen as intruders.

The town of Moragal is again open for business!

We are sorry for the last month's unrest in the city. The treacherous militia has now been dealt with, swiftly and with no mercy.

We are glad to announce that business can now resume as normal throughout the town. Just remember to pay your taxes and you will be taken care of!

Long live the emperor!

/Commander Dante 

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Hagen
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Our Eldest's Column
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At last, some little folk other than me have seen Good Mr. Hagen and Thane's Ring's Spirits at work.  I had thought this would happen at our farthest frontier, as our fastest scouts overtook Thane's Ring's armies.  But instead, the frontier came to us near our heart, exactly where the LFLF (little folk liberation front) said we should have met Thane's Ring months ago, in the Hymnoaros peninsula.  We certainly did not expect the frontier, the edge of the ring of Thane's Ring's armies, to be at Hymnoaros in October.  What does this mean?  Is there some evil still in Hymnoaros that Good Mr. Hagen failed to bind the first time the ring of his armies swept past?

Good Mr. Hagen and those other heroes (from Martiniks Trade Guild and other factions) who ride (sail?) (gate?) with him are even more frightening than we imagined.  Six score experienced swordsmen were eliminated by less than half that number of Thane's Ring's spirits, Martiniks traders and other.  The six score men could not land a single blow against the allies.  How did they do that?  Good Mr. Hagen and many of the heroes who ride/sail/gate with him weren't even armed.  How do 120 men not land not a single blow?  The little folk are indeed fortunate to have met Good Mr. Hagen almost a year ago, and to have tarried a month while he made these lands safe for us.


Women's Column
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This month, to celebrate our invitation to big races to join the little folk, we are giving the women's column to the women of our newly recruited orcs.  

Last month the propagandists wrote "We have recruited some orcs.  Maybe now fewer than 50 little folk can carry the cubic cubit of iron."  The little orcish womenfolk can tell you that's unlikely to happen.  The little orcish men may be bigger than little goblin men, but they are even more shiftless and lazy.  Their women do all the work.  And we, their women, ain't carrying no iron for goblins that can't carry their own weight.  Now if you have some silver you want carried, we love jewelry, we can carry all the silver you can give us.  Indeed, that's a good idea.  The silver seems to heavy for you little goblins, why don't you give it all to us, and we will carry it for you.


LFLF Column
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Good Mr. Hagen is just where we, the LFLF, said we should have found him had he really existed.  The little folk liberation front had that right, and Our Eldest and our priests had it wrong.  The little folk need new, smarter leadership.  Leadership that listens to the little people.  The little folk liberation front listens to the little people at meetings near you, and we serve really good biscuits and tea at those meetings.  When we server cucumber sandwiches, they never have crusts.

Our leadership will probably spin some implausible story about Good Mr. Hagen and Thane's Ring's spirits, but the little folk liberation front, we were there, and we can tell what really happened.  That chief Martenik's trader was the genius behind this assault.  Good Mr. Hagen and the few soldiers he brought with him stood around in the back, doing nothing, waving their hands around.  The hard work was done by some unidentified orcs.  Those orcs were real tough.  Impressive.  Frightening.  And they did all that armed with wooden practice weapons, not steel.  I wonder if that means we should invite orcs into our fellowship as our leadership wants, or whether it means we should stay far away from orcs?

Come join our discussions.  Topic this month:  What does it mean that the frontier is in Hymnoaros today?  Who are Good Mr. Hagen's allies?  Can we join them, or do we need more training to qualify?  What is their system of government?  What languages do they speak?  How is their grammar?


Music
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The spooks at the little folk musical intelligence agency (LFMIA) in Hymnoaros have again asked for our column, this time to tell the story of the glorious liberation of their town.  They are even now interviewing witnesses to the battle, and composing songs celebrating the victory, songs mourning the dead, songs celebrating the roles of each individual, unit, and faction involved, and songs that tell the story in enough detail to teach and inspire the next generation of soldiers.  

The Little Folk Musical Intelligence Agency (LFMIA) needs your help.  If you witnessed the glorious battle for Hymnoaros, please tell Aenbecan in Hymnoaros all you saw on that day.  The LFMIA does not insist that all the details in its songs be correct (sometimes rhyme and scansion matter more than accuracy), but any true details you can provide will help us compose our songs.  Our Eldest will give Good Mr. Hagen most of the credit, and surely some of our songs will be written that way.  But Our Eldest wasn't here.  Observers here claim that the military mastermind was not Good Mr. Hagen, but a magician from Martiniks Trade Guild.  The priests probably won't approve of songs that give credit to a Trade Guild instead of to Good Mr. Hagen and Thane's Ring, but we will write some songs like that anyway.

Songs can be about more than soldiers.  The engineers (again, Our Eldest and the priests will give Hagen and Thane's Ring's spirits all the credit, but observers have reported to us that his allies did some of the engineering) erected in less than a month (well, perhaps exactly one month) magical structures and trade facilities.  Magical structures are song inspiring to see, but we spooks wonder why they need magical structures already?  Surely their training is not so advanced that they require this so soon?  Perhaps some of Thane's Ring's allies come from places with more fearsome weather than the weather in sleepy old Hymnoaros.  Indeed, there is nothing sleepy about those who ride with Thane's Ring; truly, the speed with which our new neighbors set up shop here is inspiring.  We have things to learn from them.  And songs to write.

Musicians who can help us set our poetry to music, and musicians who can spread through the little folk lands performing this music are encouraged to contact Aenbecan; we are hiring.


Errata
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Last month our propagandists claimed the little folk had found gnomes in desert and tundra.  Propagandists lie!  (News at 11.)  Little folk have found gnomes in jungle and tundra, never desert.


Governors' Column
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Our Eldest says all the demons he asked tell him the scary masks really do work, we just need more of them.  Last month our eldest wrote "I think we should stare a plundering newsletter."

Sciuridae.


Religion Column
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We are teaching our orcish children to pray for the safety of Hagen and the good Thane's Ring spirits the same as our goblin children do.

Little folk orcish children's evening prayer:
    Tari amase wahr als ish usi tai Hagen Thane's nazg gul itt hab te summ ula Hagen
    Durbuk ustipte gimbatuluk krimpatul thrakuk suruhsi summuhsi urbu nazg ishi

This is supposedly a direct translation of our goblin children's evening prayer.

The Orcish words for "Thane's Ring Spirits", for "seek out and bind evil", and for "inside the ring of his armies" sound a little harsh to goblin ears, but we hope this nightly prayer will help them grow up to be good little orcs.


Obituaries
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Slaine, mountaineer, beloved father, was slain in a mountain pass by something dead that he waited too long to eat.  Little folk expect the dead to make a peaceful dance floor, not to disturb our digestion.  We shall send an embassy in search of Prodigal Sons, in hopes that Miss Goblin Grammar is wrong, and that gender in the far off Prodigal lands denotes animacy or inanimacy, and not sex.  If Miss Goblin Grammer is wrong, and if also "very tolerant" meant that Prodigal Sons' land is being settled by the dead, and further if Prodigal Sons know the art of "Dan", cutting off what the dead associate their death with, then perhaps Prodigal Sons will teach us the "Dan" art that we may "Dan" together what the dead associate their non-life with.  If our embassy is successful, then Slaine will not have been slain in vain.

The first city has fallen!  I only hope the new lord will be just and fair to the inhabitants.  Still, I can't help but feel the yolk of taxation will come swiftly.

The Children of the Four Winds have located the Living Trees in the Keohine Forest! The bad news is that there were five of them, and our troops were comprehensively slaughtered. The General has assured us that we will recover from this misadventure, and a special carpentry operation will be launched soon.

The Romans are a strange people. They came, there liked it, they declared this lands own, got it on the head, offended...

Caesar! Get off my land! It's busy here and you're not welcome here! You're not the first person to go to the Hell who claiming my lands as their own!

- Too many sphinxes. 
- Nowhere to swing a pick

this world was not as simple as it looked at first... you can even get lost in it

Merewolf sagte. Zu wenig Geld, zuwenig zeit. Immer die gleichen Probleme. Wie soll sich ein volk unter diensen Rahemenbedingungen entwickeln?

The fishermen net came with a most curious specimen: a talking lizard! This world never ceases to amaze Utuk'ku. She immediately saw the advantages of having cold blooded intelligent amphibians in her ranks, no more need to exert herself with additional icebergs to explore the rivers of this land.

Dealing with the guards was not hard. The problem of getting something to drink is much more complicated.

Finally some new lucrative lands have been found, but a bit more exploration and prospecting will be needed.

Quest: Build a Temple in Agamenakos Desert for the glory of the Gods.

Run, everyone run!

We have actually recruited a few orcs. But they were the good ones.

In spite of failures, in spite of troubles,
whatever happens to you - do not lose heart!!!
It happens that the nose, knees, belly...
Well, fall down everyone... But don't lose heart!!!

Vikingz azking da protection ?

The snow this high in the mountains lay in a light dusting over the ground, and a bitter wind promised more to fall soon.

The Ogre looked dully at the Herald of the Fendahl who had challenged it.

"No, me no follow funny little mans.  Go 'way, or me bash!"

The Herald turned to look a the strategos, who nodded, then swept one arm and the torch it bore high...

... and down again.

The Herald joined the other children in their chanting for the purifying flame, the Templars raised their makeshift clubs and sticks and charged...

And the snow writhed and shook as the wurms hidden beneath it rose up to their full height.

Gouts of flame blasted forth, but guttered and died against their blue-rimed squamous hides.  Sticks crashed fruitlessly at their tails.

And then their maws gaped wide, and they struck.  Jaws that bit and claws that caught and the snow was stained red as the Fendahl tested their faith and found it wanting.

Ignoring diplomatic contact will only lead to removal of offending units.

Peace at all costs!

"Surely they want peace! They said so!"

"They're now concealing their faction everywhere they go, my liege. I think that..."

"Bah! It means nothing!"

"But my liege...."

Can it really be so easy to earn 200 silvers, she is wondering. Let's try and see.

The Romans are making friends!!!

Having wrested his territory from the encroaching game and consolidated his mismatched assortment of beggars and street rats, Peter sits down to do a little studying.  He picks up the scroll he plans on reading, and then realizes he doesn't know how to read.  Oh, well, the pictures will have to do...hopefully there will be some decent ones in this scroll; the last one was pretty boring.

...they say desert sandstorms happen because Holden sneezes...

It takes time and persistence to enter a volcano.

It became known about the sad fate of the participants of the ritual provided by the Sect of Witness of Holden using lighting ball instead of dragon eggs. There was practically nothing to bury.

"Will the Hedgehog come out" Holden asked
"I don't know, it's a unique case" said proctologist Helen

Nothing in the world is real except Holden.

its apearthat the ancient Alwe Danada came to this world ... from what hole did he get out and isn't it time to shove him back in?

How many miles to Brisingmoor?

No miles, they say, and all.

We need more rumors about Holden!