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Town Crier tells you,
"News! Monsters seem to be moving from their old habitats in the Direlands to
northern Osteth. Do you suppose this has something to do with the earthquakes?"
Town Crier tells you, "The sky is turning strange colors again..."
Town Crier tells you, "Hope is not lost for those making suits of gemstone
armor. The master smiths, though intimidated by the campaign of terror, promise to
keep working to develop armor comparable to what they once made."
Town Crier tells you, "Is it just me, or do you feel the ground shaking from time to
time?"
Town Crier tells you, "A friend of mine was
portal-stormed out of a dungeon yesterday!"
Town Crier tells you, "Fear me! I wield a board with a
nail in it!"
Town Crier tells you, "So have you found the formulas for those spectacular new War
Magic spells?"
Town Crier tells you, "News! The Lugians are mining some strange ore in the south
mountains. My archmage friend is very concerned."
Town Crier tells you, "Hey, money! I appreciate it. Your contributions are
welcome."
Town Crier tells you, "People are saying that a shadowy
figure with a smoky katar killed the three gemstone armor smiths. Repeatedly."
Town Crier tells you, "I have a cousin who studies the
earth and he says we are having... tec-ton-ic anomalies. What does that mean?"
Town Crier tells you, "My cousin the spear-wielder found
a very powerful new spear the other day! It has three points and looks quite
fearsome."
Town Crier tells you, "Yesterday I found a Wool Fez of Cooking Mastery! I should
start a catering service!"
Town Crier tells you, "Have you heard the story of the
undead mace master who doesn't realize he is dead? He is a sad, strange little man."
Town Crier tells you, "I found some very nice boots in
the wilderness recently. Much more protective than what I could buy in a shop."
Town Crier tells you, "The master smiths who forged gemstone armor were all slain
repeatedly! They are now so weak they cannot craft the armor with its original
strength!"
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