The Thessalian Scrolls

  When your belly's empty and the hunger's so real And you're too proud to beg and too dumb to steal You search the city for your only friend No one would you see You ask yourself, who could it be? A solitary voice to speak out and set me free Hello, visitor. Welcome to the Thessalian scrolls.  Enter freely. Go safely, and leave something of the happiness you bring. Your steps have brought you to this place, where this awkward chronicler shares some  pieces of information about the never-ending war of the Kindred. If you have reached this place by chance, please find out what this is all about  here . If you came willingly, take a sit and read. Maybe you can extract some interesting conclusions among all these scattered scraps. Spring season is here, and it is the turn for a monthly scroll featuring April. The eternal struggle goes on, and has evolved to a more intense conflict, with no event over 50 players, but with four occurences hosting more than 40 methuselahs....

  Every whisper, of every waking hour I´m choosing my confessions Trying to keep an eye on you Like a hurt, lost and blinded fool Oh no, I said too much I set it up Hello, visitor. Welcome to the Thessalian scrolls.  Enter freely. Go safely, and leave something of the happiness you bring. This is a place to share information, and some pointless digression about the never-ending war of the Kindred. If you have reached this place by chance, please find out what this is all about  here . If you came willingly, take a sit and allow me to share some information that can be useful or, at least, entertaining. What you are reading is a special issue of this endless chronicle. After handling data of the tournaments of the first three months of the year, I thought it would be interesting to mix all that information together, and write a report with the accumulated information. So here we are. First of all, a quick note for all who have read the previous entries: I made some minor a...