Vol XV: – A Change
Dated: 8 October 2025
Greetings, dear listeners.
My sincerest apologies for the silence last week — though truth be told, there was very little worth whispering about. The usual melodies echoed through the halls of Illyriad: the same old song, the same old dance. Yet even still, the Quill must persist, for rumor and revelation never rest for long.
This volume marks a change. Henceforth, The Quill shall find its way to you midweek rather than at week’s end — a small shift, but perhaps one that better suits the rhythm of our realm. Should this not please the ears of my loyal listeners, I will, of course, gladly return to tradition. Your whispers are, as ever, the ink that feeds my pen.
🕸️ The October Outage
First, a brief word on the Illyriad outage of October 5th.
A few panicked whispers fluttered through the air as cities stilled and armies stood frozen.
Per GM Jejune:
“It is caused by an issue with the website certification.”
The matter has since been resolved, though if any of you still find yourselves locked out of your domains, I urge you to contact the DEV team — or, should you prefer, whisper it to me and I shall see it carried to the proper ears.
⚔️ Chill and LAUGH: The Scuffle Rekindled
Ah, but onto more entertaining matters.
The ongoing tension between Chill and LAUGH appears to have festered, once again.
Whether we call it a scuffle, a skirmish, or a war depends largely on who you ask.
Troop numbers staetefourteen million troops moved yesterday, with that number dwindling to eleven million by today. A debate soon took root in Global Chat — who, precisely, threw the first punch?
From login5 of LAUGH came this:
[12:03] “Apparently Chill have a land claim in Djebeli. I didn’t know that — just looking for new hunting grounds.”
[12:11] “They raised my settlement and attacked my city without even a word.”
And so, the age-old cycle began anew: the slinging of insults, the assigning of blame, and the inevitable cries of cheating echoing across the realm.
The following unfolded in quick succession:
[12:10] <Eaddji> “How did this conflict start?”
[12:11] <Eaddji> “Was it login moving to Djebeli?”
[12:11] <Eaddji> “Or was it when Bazoon made a list of all the LAUGH cheats, then TCOL and VAST lost more accounts than LAUGH has total?”
[12:12] <Eaddji> “While Thorfinn cries cheats at LAUGH?”
Then came the exchange that set tongues wagging across the realm:
[12:33] <Thorfinn> “Okku, I don’t want to hear slander from you. There were too many people cheating all over the game, but I did not defend it one bit unlike LAUGH.”
[12:33] <Thorfinn> “And TCOL sucks absolute balls for it too.”
[12:33] <Eaddji> “What slander?”
[12:33] <Thorfinn> “I made it up.”
[12:33] <Gilsus> “I’d suck your balls Thorfinn through a garden hose if you’ll give me 20 billion gold.”
And just like that, dear listeners — Illyriad once again became poetry.
Gilsus — yes, the same bard who once declared tournaments to be for
“…quarterly tourney medal whores joining in for the bling,”
— has now proven himself to be, indeed, a whore of another variety. How delightfully poetic.
But this raises a most pressing scholarly question:
What, pray tell, constitutes a “medal whore”?
Ten medals? Twenty?
Is there a golden ratio between glory and shame?
Inquiring minds demand an answer.
🕵️♀️ From the Shadows: A Whispered Account
An anonymous source has offered a more intricate telling of the Chill vs. LAUGH tale — one that stretches far beyond this week’s quarrel.
“The harassment of LAUGH first started like a year ago, when Bazoon put together a list of dozens of lowercase-first-letter multis.”
Then, as the tale goes, came the multi ban — a sweeping purge that felled accounts across alliances, with TCOL and Thorfinn’s ranks suffering the heaviest losses.
“After that, they kept harassing. Login5 put that city into Djebeli and we got that epic battle.”
The epic battle in question, of course, being the very same featured in 📜 Vol III – An Epic Battle.
And so the circle turns once more — the same flames rekindled, the same names whispered, the same grudges polished and paraded as new.
May your troops march true, your whispers stay secret,
and your medals shine, but never cheapen.
Until Next Week,
The Whispering Scribe
Stay whispered. 🕯️
The Quilly 