Thine olde FTE

[Monty405]

Autofire?

During ye olde classic era, there was not such an automated method to bring forth a dragon unto thine encampment.

Each night, I sat in a candlelit tower cell and write my commands out upon ash-blackened parchment in the finest yellow ink, as set forth in the traditions of pre-antiquity Norrath. Sealing each missive with the wax from a melted candle. I then dispatch the lot by reputable courier to my factotum, who is good enough to enter my instructions into the server register of Verant HQ.

I once, many years passed, achieved an unheard-of FTE of seven months, fourteen days, and eight hours whilst socking, and I have heard of times beneath six months for those fortunate enough to have acquired elusively quick steeds. Though my heart is not at ease, for I fear this new generation of paragons, many of whom are nought but well-intentioned scoundrels, are simply possessed of greater potence than the beloved heroes of yesteryear. Why, I remember when all sang the praises of Classic, Kunark, and today, nought but the cries that she is but a woman of ill repute and one viable build echo through these hallowed halls.

As for Northern Temple of Veeshan, why, the less said the better, I think.

On an unrelated topic, I have come into the possession of a rare first edition of Holgresh Elder Beads for monks of dubious talent, and was curious what price the market might bear for such an heirloom.