That's no problem, since you've let us know you're still alive and planning to return.

orcs day 7

gor-la-ki, we have invite to elven city HA!
free drinks and food are whats needed since there has been no food for our new borns in weeks. i fear our rain may die just for the fact we are so tiny

TS

Aidan of the Dwarves, Day 7

We recieved an invitation to the elven court. I thoguht I'll decline, but a I am told the Elven Noble is actually serving real drinks and not the fermented water their kind likes to call ale. Good, strong dwarfen beer. Might be enough to ignore their music too. Ha!

Dark Elves, Day 7

Tomorrow we shall attack a Lizardman town. Its guards incldue those cumbersome Slugs - shooting practice.

Elves under Lord Ciaran - Day 8 at River of Life

After celebration comes the reality. Beaten by a hangover, reality of ruined economy and all kinds of sleeping creatures at his halls, Lord Ciaran watches the destruction in the shades. Dark mood and a shadow passing through his face makes him appear as if Meandor himself. His thoughts of impaling his "guests" he had himself invited under some serious influence of ale are interrupted by approaching messenger. After a brief thought of impaling the messenger, Lord Ciaran listens to the reports from the Generals in the wilderness:

Elven woodguards have outmanouvered an Orcish warband and halted its advance towards our farmlands, surely saving some of our people from death and economy from further devastation. In the North, our Halfling collaborators have killed a human scout and seized some of their means of production. It appears that by entering to peaceful co-existence with the pirate-Queen, our neighbors have decided to halt their own expansion. Lord Ciaran's mood lifts. Lord of the River... King of the Region.... perhaps even Emperor of the World? In megalomanic euphoria, he retires to his chambers.

Turn Sent.