Letter Writing Day Contest
Dear Settlers,
On today's occasion, we invite you to write a letter to your favorite The Settlers Online NPC! How often have you defeated the Evil King or the Dark Magician from the Fairytale adventures thanks to your Veteran? How many times your explorer ventured into the unknown, facing real danger to discover new sectors for you?
Post your game related letters (as a comment in this thread or letter pictures) and we'll reward the best ones with 500 gems for this Special Spotlight Edition.
Here is an example:
Citaat:
Dear Wild Mary,
It seems like it wasn't enough defeating you on my home island. Oh no, fate in its mysterious ways has brought me once again in front of you, this time in adventures! The screams of terrified citizens whom you raided have reached my most noble generals.
I shall have no mercy defeating you once again, for your face is not worth sunburning.
Prepare to square up!
Submission of entries will end on the 12th of September!
We're looking forward to reading the best contributions!
Have fun,
BB_Nanuq
Desperate need of supplies
To the Mayor of Settlertown,
With the deepest regret, I must inform you that the campaign on the valiant little tailor island has almost come to a standstill, not only because of the weather, but of the ferocious attacks of our enemies.
During the first few weeks, the landing site was secured and we met little resistance and our forces rejoiced that as a good omen for a swift and speedy victory, but then the troubles began when hordes of wolves attacked the supply lines.
Many soldiers died defending the bread and wine supplies (wonder why they fought as bravely about those), and had to witness the caravans of swords to be taken away into enemy hands. These raids continued during the next days until General Bighelmet and his forces defeated the main Wolves and Bears army near the end of sector one in a glorious battle worthy of songs in the years to come.
During that battle one of our Master of Martial arts generals was seriously wounded when a wolfpack leader bit him harshly in his behind so he was unable to ride in the next sector and we needed his skills most desperately.
We lost two battle hardened generals when a couple of giants used their clubs to smash in their helmets and it took two weeks for blacksmiths to peel of the iron that was wrapped around their faces. All that time they could only be fed with liquids, which was good for their constitution, but the weight loss mend that their armor was too big for them in next sector.
When our forces finally reached the last sector the evil king sent out his best troops and although we fought as lions, we couldn’t prevent them from overrunning our supply wagons. Many soldiers cried out when the enemy took the brew from the carts and retreated laughing into the woods.
So I employ you to sent with all haste, new resources and particular large quantities of brew so our demoralised forces can once again charge with vigor and high spirits (not too high off course else they fly over the enemy camps) into battle.
Yours faithfully
General Major Tumblewood, Commander in chief of the settler armies.
