Quoted By:
Coming to you from the Center of Badback Culture is the newest and greatest statement in the world of fashion. Created from only the highest quality Dahu Wool and Storm Floater Veils is this dress something to give to the Huntress of your dreams.
With excellent form that leaves her full room to move, while accentuating her fur colors to look their best even under the worst Warpstorm. And the best part. It will be handmade within minutes by the best crafters in your local Trade Fortress for prices no one can beat.
Tired of always the same tired leather and straps? Wanting to spice up your harem time with a something a bit exotic? Find us at the Gar'el Has Trade Depot for a personalised consultation for your perfect outfit. Make each second spend with your signifacnt others truly special.
Some say a hunter is born when the female gobbles up a male testicle. Some say they are born when the eggs are coughed up. Other claim its when they finished their trials. They are all Wrong. What seperates any self respecting hunter from a savage is only the best, personalized fashion the Bad Back Corporation can provide.
Coming from a long line of perfectionists our best seamstresses can be hired. No self noble ruler could claim to be at the pinnacle of their tribe when clad in rags that are so clearly inferior when not styled and crafted by a Bad Back Seamstress. Trained for uncounted hours in their craft only they can bring out the best in you.
And now... Time for what you gathered for - Peak's heights and Crack's low, the hard investigation of the independant minds!
First section concern, once again, Huntericide war. Troubles are still brewing in BurningGrass' heartlands. Strange alliance of the BurningGrass military with Whitemane's matriarch and Badback's warptraveler lead to a repositionning of one of the two remaining, mighty, giant-slaying Siege Tower.
This is extremely concerning to the Jupiter's civilians, in particular the recently-liberated plains East of the historically annexed by BurningGrass ravine.
We'd like to put a little word : although independant, most of your Journal's staff remains of Jupiterian hide color. Our mother's mothers have suffered under BurningGrass conquest of the Lightmoss region, the Huntress-warrior coercing our greatfather to give testicle and nurse eggs of the invader blood to replace our colors by their in the people. At the second the barbarians will sort out their internal matters, they'll come for the one they percieve the weaker. We'll need to create a common front against that threat.
Sadly, those are not the only concerning military matters : despite not being in conflict, the isolationists of the Ghostclaw tribe are ramping up their War machine, investing time and effort to reward their best element and put together a strict structure among their ranks. Our investigator discovered louder and louder whispers of an incoming attack on one of their Northern neighbour.
