[Gregstrom]

This month Baalz, the blind, mad lord of the Vanir chose to attack the peaceful mountain province of Dragon Pointe. We don't know if it was intentional, as his guide dog was absent from the combat and could not be interrogated. Some evidence, such as his oft-repeated war cry of "Where'sh de beeeeer! I wantsh me beer and me hoors!", suggests he was aiming for our capital but got lost somewhere along the way.

While literally dozens of brave Amazons were overcome by Baalz' halitosis, those few who could hold their breath for sufficiently long were eventually able to put him to flight by repeatedly extolling to him the virtues of temperance.

Baalz was last seen riding away on his four-legged horse (reports of eight legs are, we believe, attributable to the effects of the thick haze of alcohol fumes constantly surrounding this sorry specimen of a pretender) towards one of the deep ravines which make up so much of Dragon Pointe's terrain. None of the province's brave defenders could be bothered to investigate the mysterious loud splatting noise that was heard later on that day.