February 2003

Post subject: February 2003 Posted: Mon May 08, 2006 10:26 PM

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February 2003

Once More Unto the Breach, Dear Friends, Once More!
[ Monday, February 10, 2003 - Lotusfly - ]
Greetings, dearest reader!

It is with a spring of step, and with hale and hearty healthiness, that we bring you this humble update from the photo' scrapbook of the Family KTF over recent days!

Prepare yourself a warm beverage according to taste, place your feet firmly outstretched on a foot-stool (or Dwarven cleric, either provide comfort and relaxation par excellence), and spend a short while in the midst of a busy day here with us. Thus said, onwards!

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As tradition finds appropriate, let us first turn our attentions, congratulations and initiatory aubergines to our new family members!

A panoply of casters!

Pictured above are those casters which are, even as we speak, settling into the splinter-laden beds and starched sheets of the New Initiates Dormatory, overlooked by the harsh and severe ministrations of Peate Shortleg himself. Therein, they learn the values of hard work and the toil of manual labour, along with one or two other less virtuous experiences in the dark of the night...

Welcome to Cladnin the Magician, Felwithe's premiere purveyor of pyromancy! Welcome to Krya, Enchantress Dark-Elven! Welcome to Nanuuar the Nuker, Sorceror of Neriak! Welcome, too, Atorsh!

As the astute might realise, dear Atorsh was welcomed into the guild last month, and your obviously blonde editor has included her in the above illustration. Just ignore that, and welcome her into the guild for a second time! Welcome, Atorsh! Cough.

Sir Bragga of Foot-stool, bearded Paladin of Kaladim, edges his way into the Dormatory, alongside Sadoe, Rogue of Rivervale, and Coggs, inventor of casual, yet aerating, stretch-underwear for ogre warriors! Welcome one, and welcome all! Be careful of Master Shortleg during your stay in the New Initiates Dormatory!

As we close the door of the Dormatory to muffle the screams of the newly-initiated, come with us as we stroll along the marbelled halls and somewhat overkempt balconies of the Guild Gallery...

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Mentioned previously, the Tyrant of Flames and Roasting recently bade farewell to his time within the Plane of Fire! Though he'd been in training, somewhat, and seemed slightly beefier, the poor fellow fell foul of the Family KTF a further twice. Ouch!

In concession to Bamur and his never-ending quest to appear upon as many news pages as possible...

"All me"

Thankfully not every flag-giving creature scattered about the Planes gives the shields that the Gods in the 'Mentals do, or the inventory issues would be considerable!

"About... turn!"

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Through fair patches and foul, the guild have been journeying throughout the Outer Planes meeting a number of strange, interesting, intriguing and curious foes, and then beating them up. Each zone contains an amusing selection of monstrosities, from a Spider Queen that nets all assailants within a sticky web, to the following delightfully cheerful individual who seems to enjoy a more direct approach: namely, punching people extremely hard, directly in the face.

Oof.

Our on-the-scene photographers captured the following medly of snaps, which might form a sampling of the more picturesque baddies therein...

Rogues Gallery

Chewing their way through to the Plane of Time, the Family KTF are working on the next target, though this is one your author secretly hopes doesn't get beaten. Big fans of Xegony that we are!

"Dibs."

We shall insert a discrete pause at this stage for the reader to fully appreciate the Queen of Air, and to regain a little composure for the rest of the article...

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Moving onwards! Long-time readers of these humble pages may recall a certain enjoyment that is savoured by various members of the guild whilst fighting enemies that make use of charm spells to gain control of some of their attackers. These provide ample opportunity for us to beat up our guild-members!

Following on from the critical-blast kills of Frayer and Feenixx, and numerous other fine examples in the interim courtesy of the ever-alert and slightly vindictive members of the guild, Coggs recently became charmed... yet made a cunning escape!

Touche!

Who said that ogres didn't have wiles of their very own?

In other news, Penrod notices that that there might not have been any entrance examination for the position of KTF Guild Leader...

"Small world!"

Mister Radacath works on his reputation for dormancy as the Prexian public begin to wonder if their quest NPC is broken...

"Stop giving me quest items!"

During a recent GM visit to caution one of our members about using a naughty word in a public channel, dear Zentros decided to place himself directly in the position in which we fight one of the Zeks.

The crowd smiled (from a distance) as Zentros delivered his warning. Like the Coyote in Roadrunner cartoons, stood looking innocent as the shadow of a ten-ton weight slowly descends upon him, unawares, from above, so stood Zentros chatting away with our cautioned guildmember whilst a rather angry Zek made his way to the crowd...

"Level 54, and in the prime of his Custodial Powers"

As poor Coyote inevitably meets a (rather flat) end beneath the crunching mass of the falling weight, so Zentros met a similar wide-eyed and crunchy ending...

"I have come to give you a warning for profanity in a public channel. You have been petitioned by a member of another guild and **ARGH CRUNCH SMASH DA! DA!**"... LOADING, PLEASE WAIT...

Giving rise to the following amusement directly afterwards...

"You have lost level 54!"

I shall leave the editorial for elsewhere; suffice to say, you might well imagine the state of /guildsay for ten minutes following!

Recently, if you've been playing during the recent patching, you might have been witness to certain server-wide announcements. Whereas once the Gods announced slayings, good deeds and monumentous events, these days they take a somewhat more commercial approach in their divinity!

In the spirit of cooperation, some members of Family KTF decided to assist the Gods in the selling their latest divine realm...

"KTF help sell the new product!"

We see Zentros redeeming himself - bless his cotton socks!

So ends, dearest reader, our time together. We trust that some amusement and joviality has passed your way, making the day a little brighter in your adventures.

What better way to leave you than with that stalwart tradition of KTF news pages, that bastion of upstanding expectancy:

"Business as Usual"

Fare thee well, dearest reader. Smile