Hail and well met traveler. My name is Niolas Eldaquen, Ranger in good standing
from Kelethin, Ranger of Shavalis and Scribe of the Immortals. Alas the town
herald, like the one before him, has gotten himself vaporized thus I shall be
the one to tell ye of the current situation of the realms.

Finally after eight and a half dozen moons of just sitting in a closet buried
under a few other pieces of hardware Paladin (the server) has died.

The clerics were summoned but they weren't able to resurrect him. Dr. Kevorkian
was then called in and after closely examining Paladin's body he has determined
that the cause of death was natural causes. (AKA 8.5 years of almost nonstop
running, along with a wonderful electrical power supplier that believed that
brown outs and blackouts were not happening on their grid, the electrolytic
capacitors that regulate power to the processor all popped.)

Upon receiving the autopsy report from the good doctor the Fates called upon the
handful of old gods that everyone had considered to be dead. A few of them were
found, they were still walking in the shadows, staying hidden... just watching
the events unfold... one of them finally reluctantly agreed to step forward into
the light again and help the realms once again.

The High Lord Protectorate has reappeared and has secured a new home for the
Realms and will be working over the next few days to restore the realms and
hopefully repair a few things, if we are so blessed. Of course the town herald
went running to get an interview from the Lord Protectorate once he heard of his
walking among us again. When he was asked why he returned, he declined comment by
shaking his head. When asked why he left, once again he declined comment, with a
motion. When accused of leaving the Realms to fend for itself because of his own
personal greed, the Lord Protectorate stared boldly at the herald and handed him
one of his golden swords. The herald swung it around happily, as most do when
holding craftsmanship so fine, and stated again about Lord MacCleod's leaving
the realms to fend for itself. That's when Lord MacCleod smiled coyly and pulled
out his BFG and proceeded to get his gun off. The poor herald didn't know what
hit him, all that was left was Lord MacCleod's sword and the smoldering remains
of the herald's boots. The only thing Lord MacCleod did say was after picking up
his sword, "I am the God of VAPE! I decide who lives and who DIES! Corynthia's
time has not yet come, however it is time for the offspring to step forth and
the realm be reborn." Then he turned and disappeared to visit that mystical area
called... The SHELL.

After what has seemed like eons it appears that Lord MacCleod has restored the basic
services back to the lands of Corynthia. Everyone can now visit Shavalis once again.
Unfortunately it may take a little bit of time for some services to be restored. It
seems that there are alot of ancient scarabs running around in the sewers that are
wreaking havok with several things. (Then again... 2 whole OS version jumps, 1 entire
jump in version for the compilers, 2 jumps for the PHP processor, yeah those are just
a few issues plaguing a full restoration of services along with about another
16 gigabytes of data to sift thru and upload to the new server... I'd be happy we
have basic services if I were you.) Hopefully he will be able to take a break at
some point before he burns out and wants another.. *whispers* target.

Tread carefully traveler, and always carry a black stick... I for one believe
the gods are returning to the Realms of Corynthia.