Siriano Ceann, the renowned winemaker and chef seeks assistance!

Disclaimer:  Yes, I know it’s Christmas Eve. I also know that there are some of you who absolutely live for UO, and Siege Perilous’s community IS your family. There’s nothing whatsoever wrong with that. Anyone who says otherwise can go kiss a balron underneath the mistletoe. So, there will be an event on Christmas Eve. Come along and see.  Here’s the rather loose plot: A wandering hedge knight, a fallen paladin, came upon a herd of strange looking deer one day. As his armor was a bit rusty, and he was tired, he made far too much noise, and they […]

All that means is that I’m not entirely sure what we’re doing yet. Come along to the council meeting on the 3rd – I should have made up my mind by then!   *checks into a home for the terminally bewildered*  

Annual waffling and ranting follows: Remember – this isn’t just a Governor’s Council meeting. That ship sailed thanks to the players of Siege, just before I became your EM. This is the SIEGE Council meeting. If you have workable ideas – bring them.  If you have genuine complaints (not just “bring back vanquishing weapons”) – bring them. If you have a cool outfit that you’re not afraid to lose, and want to show off – bring it! If you want the king to set a crimson dragon on you… well, you probably need therapy. But this is the SIEGE Council […]

Something is very wrong! Christmas is disappearing one decoration, one tree, one elf, one reindeer at a time! Even the Carolers have gone MIA! Who could be behind this? Meet at WBB to help save Christmas!

Something is amiss at the great lighthouse of the Lost Lands! The Papuans call for aid! Gates will be provided at WBB in Trammel, Luna, and New Haven Bank.

Siriano Ceann the renowned chef invites all to attend a festive feast!

*plop* You hear a thick envelope landing in your mailbox, and, on inspection, find it has a strange smell… rather like death. After fetching some strong gloves, and opening it, you find the most elaborate invitation you have ever seen, all gilt edges, and gold-embossed lettering, with each letter softly singing as you read the words. “Treasured Citizen of Britannia, The arch Lich Igor, he of the somewhat dead, request the honour of your presence at his annual Shame Ball. Dress is casual. You are invited to come in your sleepware, and party with Lord Igor’s elementals and other creatures […]

And lo, it came to pass that a young tamer, new to his studies of the beasts of the realm, grew impatient, as the young do. After failing to tame a rabbit for the 47th time, he went to his wealthy elderly uncle, and convinced him to part with a substantial sum of gold. With this gold, he approached a travelling hunter, who had a caravan of wagons with cages on them, and bought many of his strange creatures. Being weak of mind, and bereft of brain, the apprentice began to command the creatures. They stood and stared at him, […]