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Grendel's Revenge Free Accounts

On December 15th of 2012, Grendel's Revenge enabled free accounts for play. This announcement is following in the suit of TEC's own free account announcement, serving as a reminder to any new or returning players that are browsing the forums.

For all the details about what free accounts are, look no further than here: http://forum.skotos.net/showthread.php?t=95655

In order to log into GR for free, simply visit this page to sign into your Skotos account (ignoring any subscription notices it may give): https://www.skotos.net/user/login.php

Then click the following link for Zealotry/Firefox: zealotry:@GrendelsRevenge.skotos.net...login/Zealotry

Or this link for Alice/Internet Explorer: http://grendelsrevenge.skotos.net/mo...in/alice.shtml

Problems? Questions? You can email the GR staff group at grendel.staff@gmail.com
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The arrival

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    Under the midday sun, two wyverns descend to the entrance of Grendel's shrine. The first to alight is a large, serpentine creature of regal bearing. The glassy, black scales that cover its body look like slivers of smooth obsidian. On the back of the cobra-like hood that spreads from the sides of its neck, golden scales form curious, symmetric shapes.Its pupilless eyes glisten softly like two large, white pearls set above a wide mouth full of hooked teeth. Its slender arms support avian wings, adorned with feathers in hues of metallic gold, red agate, and lapis lazuli. Thick, golden ventral scales run from its throat to the tip of its tail, the end of which bears plumage similar to that of its wings.

    The second lands a moment later- poised and immaculately groomed. His body is covered in smooth, diamond-shaped scales of gold interspersed with patches of violet. A crest of white, lavender-tipped feathers adorns the back of his head like a ceremonial headdress, and similar plumes grace the end of his tail. Clean, white teeth are set in a long muzzle, below a pair of marbled, violet eyes. Membranous wings stretch from his thin arms and shimmer with gold and violet iridescence. Despite the notable scent of gold and mana that clings to him, not a trace can be seen on his pristine, long claws nor scales.

    They step slowly through the empty chamber, lithe necks craning as their cold eyes skim through the countless monstrous missives. From the soot below a burning wreath of flames and the water of an irregularly shaped pool of dark water, the dark-scaled wyvern mixes a crude ink with its talons and sets forth scrawling a contribution of its own.


    "Scholars of Uthgol, seek our minds. To the being that understands the power of knowledge, we will bestow our gift of alliance."


    ~Ophsidian and Sobekhotep of the Siren Sands~
    Portrait courtesy of Vattukatt
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