(Looks like the guild is back and working again. Here's hoping it will stay that way and that if/when it is fully fixed, it will stay that way too Schedules and website operation allowing, it's time to get this into high gear. Sorry for the delay, although it was something well beyond any of our power to fix. There shouldn't be this big of a gap between posts in the future. Unless the guild becomes unplugged again, or they let their cat back onto the keyboard.)

[@Eviledd1984]

"My mother? She's an archmage sorceress, named Aerta. She looks a lot like me, but a little taller, with somewhat brighter scales, bright blue eyes, and a somewhat longer tail. She dresses in clothes which match her eyes, and she has horns which are pretty close to mine" Kara explained. "She's very nice and smart. You'd like her, I think."

[@SilverPaw]

"My wife keeps her own schedule. I don't tell her what to do. She doesn't tell me what to do either. If Aerta wants to teach you magic, feel free to go ahead and learn it. Just keep in mind that she can be a bit... motherly. Like most females who have a large brood. Got those maternal instincts going. Affects her head. She'll tell you the same thing. She'd proud of it, really. She'll teach you what she can, but keep in mind that Aerta is a sorceress. Magic is in her blood, not her mind."

Adykon advised him on how to hold the greatsword. "Grip the sword with your dominant hand above your less dominant one. If you are ambidexterous, place your right hand above your left. Hold your sword so that the pommel is level with your stomach. Don't rest it on the stomach, though; keep it a little way out and point the tip somewhere between your sternum and throat." Yssil reminded Adykon of several of his sons. The young male was eager, callow, and not yet ready. Still, he had potential, even though he had much training to go. "And please, don't worry so much. I'm here to train you, not harshly judge you. If you mess up, you won't lose any favor in my sight."

[@bloonewb]

The palace staff had been alerted to the kobold army marching through the city. Although news traveled quickly, misinformation traveled even faster. Many had assumed that an invasion or even a kobold uprising was underway. It took all of the speed Grand Prince Ternoc could must to keep the situation calm. Fortunately, his intelligence agents (known as the Prince's Claws) had informed him that there was no danger at hand, only a mistake at worst. The streets would not run red with blood today. 

Several of the prince's personal guards came over to meet Rebat. Their leader had a simple message.

"Come. The grand prince will see you for a few minutes. You'll be back in charge of your army in no time, but we need to set a few things straight."