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Old People say that your life can completely change in one day. But I
did not realized the truth of those words until I suffered and enjoyed
my Day.
I am known as Belvince but there was a time when I had another name. My
past, my family and my roots are things which I want to remove from my
memories. I will only tell that I was first-born in a noble house.
However, I did not become the kind of warrior son my father was wishing
to have. Let's say the Goddess Ishtar especially punished his pride
through my existence. The pain still embraces my heart each time I
remember.
I did not have a family till I became the only accepted disciple of the
fabled Egion, when I was the servant instead of the lord, when I only
possessed a threadbare tunic and sandals. He was my real father, the
only one I ever had. Maybe my progenitors think I am dead, but I suspect
that they know in the bottom of their souls I am somewhere in Varlania.
With Egion I learnt a sort of magic most wizards can barely imagine. He
achieved high levels of knowledge and power that were to be envied and
dreaded.
That Day, Lord Egion and I met a young mercenary in the market of Cazil.
He offered himself to protect us in our traveling through the desert
and,
although my mentor almost burst out laughing, I insisted to contract
him.
I don't know yet why I wanted Hakim to be with us, maybe because he
reminded me of myself. I think I perceived something of my destiny
in that moment, I knew Hakim had to be with us on this journey.
As we entered into the desert I could feel the force fields spluttering
all over. Something very important was going to occur and I could not
help trembling. The magic attack was quick and very powerful when it
came, I could hardly build a basic defense. An incredible spectacle was
developing in front of me. Five wizard-lords were trying to enclose
Egion in a magic trap.
Egion held liquid fire in his hands and threw it to an attacker, who
could
not stop that fearsome force stream
and died with great pains. Another mage tried to invoke an elemental of
the highest level, but Egion smartly modified his magic lines and closed
the link to this world, forcing the elemental back into its own limited
dimension that served as its eternal dungeon. The backlash of magic
consumed the enemy mage as his spell failed.
Only three wizards remained alive now. Just when I believed Egion
would win the battle, one of them found his weak point, me. Suddenly the
wizard drove his attack over me. I had to waste all my energy to save my
life but I fell unconscious and was exposed. I surely would have died
if
the next attack had of succeeded. Egion wouldn't have been able to save
me from that distance. He had the choice to either drop his defenses and
come to help me or let them kill me and revenge me later...
I am guilty of his death.
Now I know the reason of his usual lack of disciples: Every love you
feel can be the cause of your fall.
They murdered Egion. Killed him and burned his beloved body.
Nevertheless, as Hakim did not have a simple stream of magic, he could
only place me on his shoulder and flee undetected. He walked and walked
along the cold desert night for about one hour before I awakened. He
dropped me on the sand and I looked at his face in silence, for a while.
I could feel the power inside me. I closed my eyes and started to see:
All three murderers became nervous when they detected my magical
presence. I could see
the black debris which was once Egion and concentrated my mind on
his medal. When I opened my eyes I could feel the cold contact
of this amulet in my hand. This was the way they detected we were
still alive and invoked the hell hounds for the hunting.
Quickly I got up and shouted at Hakim to run. The fever clouded my sight
and my legs worked alone, driven by fear alone. I could hear the
hounds closer and closer each time. A strange sensation was seizing now
my
entire body. How can I define it with a word? Calm, maybe. The monsters
rancid breath on our heels. With frightening clarity of mind, I suddenly
stopped and lifted
the amulet. It was shining brightly and the hell spawn stopped
and watched us with a mixture of fear and hate. I told Hakim to hold the
medal of Egion, but he refused. I had to insist, at last I managed to
get
his trembling
hand take the amulet. The hounds bayed and cried, but the light of
the amulet, held them at bay.
Something was calling me with a kind of song. I had to concentrate my
mind to place the source. Tentatively I walked towards that direction.
Something. What's that?
A sort of cage was at five steps: A coffer. I perceived that object had
a close relation to the desert, to the land I was treading. The
monsters roamed impatiently. They did not dare to attack, but they did
not like the wait neither. I reached the chest and easily opened the
cover.
A magnificent and boundless energy flooded through me. The Heart of the
Desert proclaimed its choice, ME. The hell hounds screamed as they were
painfully taken from this world and returned to their neatherworld home.
I could feel the real power, a moment of pure happiness before,
my view became clouded, and I began to fall.
In a moment when I found my self conscience I noticed human voices
and silent shadows. Mysterious men were carrying me to their ancient
village. They had heard the Heart of the Desert and accepted his wish.
I am prince of Moustar. I am the ruler of a proud and wise nation
in the deep north. I have five wives, many sons and daughters, and am
respected all along the desert. Hakim is still with me and is one of
my Warrior Lords. I have so many jewels and richness you can hardly
imagine. But I will always be The Disciple, Belvince The Disciple.
Picture by Simon F.C. de Rivaz. I thank he allowed me to issue his picture. More of his and others works can be found on Lothlorien or at his own homepage
Contact Belvince at Vicent.Molina@uv.es
Greetings to all Wizards in this world. I am Gwyndren, Wizardlord of the Cazil Dervishes.
I am hoping to find you all in good health, as well as prosperous in life. I myself am doing excedingly well, much better than I expected for someone of my age. Well, enough pleasantries.
I am saying this: do not disturb me. I have no quarrel with any of the other leaders, and I am not prejudiced toward any specific race. However, if any show any interest in my demise, I will defend myself. I may or may not have plans to conquer Varlania; I have not yet decided. As soon as I do, I will tell you all.
I do not want to bore anyone listening, therefore I will not tell you my entire history. I will give instead this brief summary.
I was the brother of the former Lord of Cazil, Questor. One day he contracted a disease that plagues our country from time to time. I tried day and night for many months to devise a cure, but I was not able, and my dear brother died. He knew of how hard I had worked and on his final day in this world, commanded his subjects to accept me as their new Lord. I received this honor with a bowed head, for I still grieved for my departed brother. A few years passed, and here I am.Please feel free to contact me about such concerns as trade, alliances, or just plain talk. I will respond as soon as I receive the message.
Thank you all for listening to me while I spoke.
Gwyndren Wizardlord of the Cazil Dervishes
Contact Gwyndren at sadlers@pop.total.net
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Contact Lord Faust at m75dl6g0@students.su.se
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Contact Yelsew at wesek915@scescape.net
Greetings Lords of Varlanina. I am Janijar the Black. I am the Lord of the High Elves of beautiful city of Negolasis. My people have become curious as to what lies beyond the mighty walls of Negolasis. I too, became curious and took my people into the vast world of Varlania. The High Elven race is a noble, and peaceful one. We are looking forward to growing and prospering with other races of Varlania.
Contact Jarelon Tarsyk at kistom@mail.matav.hu
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Contact Marsac at niclas.sundmark@swipnet.se
Greetings fellow wizards
I, the great Mordrak of Mandor, hereby declare myself leader of the
Underdwarves of Mandor Hall. I have for several years tried to
convince the former leader, Drak, to resign and now at last he has and
now I have been elected. It was very fortunate that we got rid of Drak
because our great nation has been reduced in size very much the last few
years under his leadership. Now it is time to strike back.
When I claimed my thrown I, as it is customary, held a speech to the
people. Here are a few quotes. "I will do anything to not lose any more
of our ancestors lands" and "The first thing I want to accomplish is
peace with our neighbours".
As we in Mandor are especially found of our Mithril, the finest of
materials, we always welcome offers of trade so that we don't have to
waste time producing other, less important things. On the other hand, if
your intentions are less honourable you'd better keep out of our
country, because you do not want to experience the wrath of the mighty
Underdwarves of Mandor Hall.
Picture by Mikhail E Merkurieff. More of his and other's pictures can be found on Lothlorien
Contact Mordrak at auckland@netactive.co.za
I am the Allmighty Nalimar, Lord of all Dark Elves and I have returned to regain the lands of Valarnia that are rightfully mine. All who wish to join with me, contact me lyonchri@pilot.msu.edu .
Contact Nalimar at lyonchri@pilot.msu.edu
The wizard known as Whirling, Leader of the Gnomes, has proven over the Past few years to be truly interested in the welfare of his people. Unfortunately, this has also been his greatest criticism. Whirling disdains war and the atrocities associated with it. He believes that people would all get along much better if they weren't fighting all the time. Perhaps, if all the races got together for a meeting of the minds, there may be an end to all the fighting. Then folks could just go along building and inventing things. After all, that's really what all most respectable gnomes want to do anyways. Just invent. Making the world a better place. A more technological place. You know, with automatic beard trimmers in every commode and a (relatively safe) flying machine in every garage. Back to the critics... Many think that there is no reality in the way Whirling thinks, even many of his own people. They believe that if those damn Minotaurs and smelly Amazons would just be made to go away, Varlania would be a better, more user-friendly place. After all, what good are races that are so backward they still hold sacrificial rituals of their own people? Most of them can't even read blueprints anyways! So, Off with their heads! Whirling, of course, opposed all this violence. He believed things should be more Gnomacratic, that is to say, a machine should be built to decide the goals and interests of the nation. So, eventually the device was constructed and the day came to read the results... The real answer of the machine was as follows: "We should love ourselves and our neighbors equally and never fight again." Unfortunately, this message was intercepted by some war-like gnomes on the way to the "Reading of Our Destiny" ceremony and replaced with the following message: "We should go forth and conquer, imposing our technology upon the world along the way... Oh, and give Snirblegroven Sherbilsham a 20% raise in salary and put him in charge of the War Machines planning commission." So, being a true gnome, Whirling was compelled to do as the machine ordered. He commanded the empire to prepare for war. So the story was written...
Contact Whirling at GALLEYTO@PILOT.MSU.EDU
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Contact Turin at galehome@peak.org
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Contact Mastery at tommy.lindqvist@space.se
Zaltar has short brown hair, cut around the ears. His skin is quite pale ( not very tanned ), although he spends most of the time outdoors. He often pinches his brown eyes together as if he's concentrating to see something in the distance. His chin and cheeks are bony and very sharp outlined. The ears are within the normal proportions. His body is slim and elegant, not too muscular. He has some strenght and power although you wouldn't say it if you saw him. He knows exactly to dose his power. "It's all in the technique" like he would say. He doesn't have a beard or moustache, a) because he doesn't like the feeling, and b) because his natural hairgrow is very slow. Under his leather armour he wears a white shirt with long sleeves. When he resides in a town he always wears a black cloak. On his head he has a dark green hat. Round his neck hangs a big white tooth, that once belonged to a hungry boar that crossed his path in the forrest. It is his token of good fortune. His leather gloves hang on the right side of his belt. . On the right side of his belt hangs his purse. The belt is made of black leather with some metal stars built in. The buckle has the shape of a half moon. The reason of this is that his name Zaltar really means Moonchild ( "child of the moon" ) in the dialect of his village. His trousers are made of common cloth, but with straps of leather around the legs for the protection. This allows him to move very smooth with some kind of protection as well. His lower vital parts are covered in some kind of skirt. The leather boots he wears are necessary because he's always travelling around. Zaltar is not the kind of guy that women turn around for to take a second look. He isn't goodlooking but not that bad. You can describe him more like unnoticed, unconspicuous. And he likes to behave that way as well. xxx
Contact Zaltar at stirli@geocities.com
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Contact Nephilim at cpeder@online.no
At my arrival I needed a home town with good farmers and tough defenders. Therefor I have chosen to live with the:
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HalflingsHalfling look like small humans, but don't underestimate their strength. Halfling are very fond of their own little life. The are happy and hard working people, who hardly ever think of going to war, but if their home is in danger they take up arms and form a tough force. |
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Mandatar the White
Contact Mandatar at mandatar@dds.nl
Raised as both craftsmen and scholar in typical Falnaile fashion, Medea grew up a rebellious little elf. As a youth he held the record for tying knots in the most dingle barry stems with only his tongue and lips. His fast rise in politics was rumored to be from mind control, but those close to him say he just has a magnetic personality. Said to be hard fast at the negotiation table, he is often heard saying "give peace a chance".
Contact Medea at smile@pilotmail.net
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Contact Serro Meroo at mmurray@pics.com
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Contact Zenopus at RandyGr@aol.com
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Contact Rayn at ross@cmnet.com
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Contact Tragz at markkj@ozemail.com.au
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Contact Saddam at b.j.vanbeuzekom@student.tn.tudelft.nl
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