A Profile On The 'Funny' Thief The Western Realms Gazette prides itself on integrity, professionalism and most highly, casting the harsh light of truth on those that wish to lurk among the shadows of deceit and villainy. Let it be known that none one can smother the harsh light but only be blinded by its righteous glare. Since our valiant reporters headed out into the Outlands and Dellgate Underworld it has become apparent that there are vipers waiting to prey on the good hearted and trusting. Working closely with the adventuring community, the Western Realms Gazette exposes one such felon in this investigative, personal account. I am writing this article as a warning for all the fine upstanding citizens of the Western Realms, but in particular for the adventurers whose misfortune it might be to come across this 'Jester'. The gentleman I am referring to uses the title 'Jester' as a cover for his real occupation as a thief. He has extensive magical capabilities and frequently relies on poisons to get out of dangerous situations. This 'Jester' is also apparently a conversationalist with the much talked but little known Drow, whom the Kagonesti Elves call 'He Who Walks Alone', but is more commonly known as Holosade, Death Bringer. I am uncertain of the exact nature of his association with this Drow but I am sure it will result in trouble in the Future. He is also a sergeant in the Thieves Guild and by utilising dubious and devious methods, has tried to bribe members of the Adventurers Guild, into leaving the honourable establishment to join his Guild in the sewers concocting their foul and nefarious schemes. However I am glad to report that this criminals overtures have been decisively refused by the fine and honest members of the Adventurers Guild. I have also obtained information from a reliable and independent source, pertaining to the fact, that he has knowledge of the mysterious and obscure race known as the Mind Flayers, including a degree of mastery of their equally mysterious and obscure language. The description of this fiendish, despicable rogue is as follows, he 5' 7" of small to medium build and has short dark hair. He also appears to be Half Elven, in my personal opinion he is possibly half High Elven. The weapons he generally prefers, but uses to little effect unless utilising his poisons, are knives and a spear, although that may vary, depending upon what he has stolen recently. As a final note I urge everyone to avoid dealings with this disreputable scoundrel. Although the writer is known to the Gazette, we respect their right to remain anonymous.

The rise, fall and rise again of a legend The jimmi the spoon story As I am all sure you been following, the Western Realms Gazette has gained the rights to the exclusive biography of one of Trollball's most famous and controversial characters; Jimmi the Spoon. In doing so Jimmi has promised us to speak for the first time about the mysterious disappearance of the Dragon's Team of '84 in which he was the only member to remain. Many have tried to uncover what happened on that fatal night and for sixteen years only one man has known the truth. This baffling mystery, that even the Killog's Trollball inquest could not uncover will finally be unveiled. The Western Realms Gazette proudly gives you the most tightly kept secret in Trollball, exposed exclusively by the harsh light of truth. Peregrim Bright CHAPTER THREE: THE SQUAD OF '84 It was in '84, sixteen years since I had joined the Dragons, and I hadn't played professionally for 4 years. After three years in charge I had finally built a good team, with a solid defensive line, a good offence and every managers catching dream in Gabriel Destinus the leading points scorer of the '84 season. It was the Dragon's first time in the final of the Killog's Cup, a feat we have repeated numerous times under my leadership, and riding high in the league. The owner of the team, Arlan Shilgar, in an uncharacteristic show of generosity had decided to put us up in the Holdfast Tavern the day before the cup final against the Dellgate Destroyers, which was looking set to be an intense and violent Dellgate Province derby. If I'd known what was going to happen I would have stayed in bed. After a brief drink I threw all my players out of the bar and sent them to bed, as for me I only had to sit on the bench the next day and shout at them. So with some time on my hands to consider tactics I spent most of the night in the bar drinking telling the rather nice barmaid about my glorious playing career. It was around three hours after midnight when the delightful young lady's husband turned up, and realising my bed would be empty I started climbing the stairs to my room. It was then noticed a light was burning in the basement and curious I descended into the dank cellar. What I found will stay with me forever! My assistant coach was tied naked to some sort of markings on the floor with three hooded figures standing above him chanting things that were definitely not Trollball songs.