MYTHICAL CREATURE RACE NEXT SUNDAY!

Next Sunday will be the first annual MCR (Mythical Creature Race) where contestants set out on an epic journey across the globe!

Starting from the town square on foot, you will try to find (and tame!) a mount, whatever you are able to ride is allowed, under the condition that is WAS COMPLETED WILD, NEVER UNDER HUMAN CONTROL and NOT HUMANIOD OR INTELLIGENT (for example, you could ride a troll or golem, but not an elf) and continue to the check point in Castlerock (see map below) where you must duel with the next opponent to arrive, if you lose, you must abandon your mount and find a new one.

From Castlerock you will continue to Eldenwood, then to Mystic Mountain, ect, ect. (See map below)

The entry fee is 20 rupees, and any damages caused by action outside of regulation will be paid by the racer.

THERE IS TO BE NO:

• Public disposal of Unicorn Dung
• No fighting outside of organized duels
• No mounting un-wild creatures
• No mismatched socks

For a complete list of rules see the local wizard.

The prize for winning is 1200 rupees, a story in the “Medieval Globe”, and two Bob Ross toasters.

If you are interested, send a pigeon to:

195 MCR Dr.

SEE YOU THERE!

A Security Officer, Max86, a gnome patrolling aloft on his gargoyle, was first to report the commotion. He signaled to Dispatch, which immediately summoned all available Security personnel to the pens where the mounts awaited the start of the MCR. The Head of Security, a former body builder and governor of California, was eating lunch at the catering tent; he said to his companions in a low, no-nonsense voice, “I’ll be back.”

Gog and Magog, two Sasquatch Security Officers, were first on the scene. They found a jackalope and a wolpertinger circling each other like wrestlers who had not yet come to grips while they shouted insults such as, “You’re the ugliest son of a binturong I’ve ever seen!” The Security Officers intervened, stepping between the belligerent cryptids. The combatants wouldn’t tolerate this intrusion; they set aside their petty squabble, and both turned on the giant authority figures. At the same time, they each shouted for their teammates to join the fray.

The two giants were not ready for the ferocity of their rather small opponents, each about the size of a Canada goose. Each racing mount leaped well over a meter into the air, and, using its forelimbs, repeatedly and rapidly punched each giant where he was the most sensitive. They also kicked with their powerful rear limbs. More Sasquatches arrived. As the fighting became more violent, some of the fences in the holding area were broken or knocked down. Some of the Mythological Creatures stampeded, trying to escape the violence; others joined in.

The Head of Security arrived and saw immediately that he needed to restore order. He alone had experience in dealing with violent mobs. His great physical strength terrified the rioters, and his mighty voice commanded respect. He and his officers soon had the situation under control. All of the Mythological Creatures were returned to their proper pens, where the team doctors tended to any injuries. Sasquatch officers were assigned to patrol the area. The Head of Security returned to his lunch.