(part 2...[b]No More Silver[/b]) [b]"Hmphhh..Hmpphh"[/b].. the Tormentor, Director of In-Game Economy and Rewards croaked his reply, [b]"you do know we accept cash, charge, bitcoin and venmo yes?" [/b] The Warlock took this moment to draw a line in the ground with the end of his Glaive. It was a serious situation but he had to chuckle at the thought,[i] [b]"I knew these pointy sticks would find some use."[/b][/i] He then nodded to the side. (the horns sounded from the New Light Squire Band) [i]It was quite a feat that they all faced the same way he thought.. lost that bet.. as he coolly glimpsed back and saw the snipers ready on the spires above... that signal would also ready the archers and scouts in the woods surrounding the field.. ah the scouts.. especially the 11 versions of Hung Jury's they had.. he would miss out on the 3 more Hung Jury's they would probably release next year if this didn't go well...[/i] [b]"No more silver shall cross this line until our grievances are addressed you foul ghoul."[/b] Spoke the Warlock resolutely... [i][b]"IS. THAT. SO?"[/b][/i] - came the evil screech from the Tormentor... but it wasn't spoken it was telepathically broadcast.. scraping across all the guardians' minds. (to be continued)