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Little is known of the wizard Moonbiter before his arrival in Old Michen through a rift in space, battered and beaten. Despite his position as an exile from his own realm, the wizard was able to quickly gain the trust of King Theron of the Underdwarves, and has been installed as Lord Councillor and General of the Underdwarf forces. Since this installation, an unprcedented period of peace and prosperity has followed, as we begin the slow task of reclaiming the underworld.
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The village was under attack. The attackers were a caravan of Dervishes merchants who had sneaked in the village during the night. The Plainsmen, totally unprepared for this sudden attack, had to fight with their bare hands. The Plainsmen fought bravely but outnumbered they couldn't hold back the enemies. Realising that they wouldn't win the Plainsmen started to retreat but the Dervishes had no mercy, they killed every man, woman and child in the village. Only two Plainsmen survived, those where Olavin and Linata Enderal. Not knowing were to run to they headed south in the cover of the night. Linata was pregnant in the ninth month, so they had to take it slow. Afraid that the Dervish warriors would trace them the kept on going. One day when the couple rested, Linata had a baby boy. '-Will we me make it to the nearest village my dear?' asked Linata anxiously. '-Have faith my love' answered Olavin. Next day they continued. They reached a forest. Just inside they heard horses coming from behind, as they looked back they saw that some of the Dervish warriors had been following them. In panic they run deeper in the forest for cover. '-We won't make it' said Linata exhausted, '-We must hide the baby.' '-Alright, I can hear a river nearby, let's send him down the river. There he at least got a fair chance to survive.' They reached the river and made a raft by some driftwood and grass. Laying down the baby carefully on the raft, they pushed it down the stream. Next day an Elven patrol was scouting the riverbank when they say the raft which had stranded on the riverbank. Not knowing that the raft had been floating for several miles downstream they took up the baby and brought it to their king. '-Your majesty, look what we found by the river.' said one of the Elven scout, who's name was Harnial. '-It's a human baby. It must have been abandon in haste because the raft was poorly build.' '-Well' said the king '-Will you and your wife take care of this human child?' '-I know it's not our custom to deal with humans, but in this case I will accept raising this child, my lord.' said Harnial. '-And what will you name this human child, Harnial?' '-I will call him Riverwind, my lord. River because we found him by a river, and wind because it was the wind who blow the raft on our shore, my lord.' '-Very well, Riverwind it will be.' The years past by and Riverwind grew up in the Elven forest, learning the Elven skills and developed a certain interest for magic. One day Harnial said to Riverwind: '-I can see in your face that something troubles you my son. Tell me about it.' '-Lately I have had dreams about my parents, I don't know who they are but last night I heard my mother calling my name in my dreams. I think it's time for me to seek my roots.' '-Very well Riverwind the Plainsman, for a Plainsman you are and will always be in your heart, seek your parents and I wish you the very best of luck in your search. Remember that you will always be welcomed in the Elven lands.' After saying farewell to his Elven parents and the rest of the Elves he headed for the Plains of Ditaran to seek out his past. Many days did he travel before he reached the gates of the Capital of Ditaran Plains. Riverwind settled down in the city. He tried to do some research about his parents, but without knowing anything about them he failed. During his stay in the capital he met the Leaders daughter, Zelda. It was love at first sight and he asked the Leader for Zelda's hand. The Leader refused first but then told Riverwind: '-If you complete this quest I will give you, then you might marry my daughter.' Riverwind agreed and headed out on a perilous journey. Days, months passed before he succeeded with his quest and returned home. Little did Riverwind know when he returned that only a week before he returned an Orcish army had attacked the city and taken prisoners. One of the prisoners was his beloved Zelda. The Plainsmen were looking for a new leader by the time he reached the city gates. Knowing that he was a very skilled man and that he had been on a dangerous quest and succeeded they wanted him as their new leader. Riverwind accepted. Hello, my name is Riverwind the Plainsman. What you just have heard is my, partly tragic, story of how I became the Leader of the Ditaran Plainsmen. I still haven't found my parents and I don't know if they are alive, but I haven't given up hope yet, I am still looking for them. I haven't given up the search for my love either. I know that Zelda is still alive somewhere in the hand of the filthy Orcs, I will not rest until I have found her. But I have also an obligation towards my people, I can't put my personal interest before my peoples interests. My people stands tall and proud on the Plains of Ditaran, and I will lead them into victory in this cold war. We are prepared to fight to the last man standing. The Plainsmen of Ditaran´s motto is: 'Rather die in battle as a free man than die in captivity.'
Contact Riverwind at riky_b@hotmail.com
Greetings weary traveller, I invite you to pass through the mighty gates and enter my city. Please sit a spell and hear our tale.
As you may have noticed our city has made little progress in either building or expansion into the surrounding countryside. It seems our Former leader, you can see his head upon the far wall, had lost the taste for battle and decided to sell his people into slavery for his own benefit. His plan was uncovered, hopefully in the nick of time and I was offered the position of Warleader of the Minotaur People. Now you might find this strange - especially with me not being a minotaur and all. I am a traveller of the astral planes, currently residing in the Realm of Shadowmoth where I currently lead my Dervish Hordes in an attempt to protect the country from the return of the Dreadlord. I came into the astral plane looking for clues as to the whereabouts of this evil being, and during my search stumbled upon this once proud race in desperate need of my help. So now I exist between Shadowmoth and the Elemental Isles, attempting to bring my minotaurs to the glory i have achieved with my dervish people.
Now dont think that just because we had a slow start means that we are going to stay that way. I have begun to expand immediatly sending troops into all the surrounding shires, attempting to build my forces before any wandering eyes decide we are easy targets.
I am a fair leader, I wish peace for those who wish the same for me, but any who bode me illwill we get threefold in return. I urge all races who are interested to contact me regarding an alliance and trading terms.
So that is my story traveller. If you wish to know more then please dont hesitate to contact me via my ambassador. I look forward to hearing from you in the near future.
Goodwill and Peace to your people
JustOne - Minotaur Warleader and Sage
Contact JustOne at justone@adelaide.on.net
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"Greetings fellow wizards", grins the rotund Halfling lazing back in a folding chair in the morning sun. "I believe we have a few things to discuss". Moonwick finishes the pastry he is eating and sits up a bit straighter. "The time has come for expansion and while our world is large, in some ways it can be very small. We Halflings are a peaceful race, and I prefer to discuss matters of diplomacy and territorial borders over a good 6 course meal and a pipe than having to do all those marching , yelling and hitting things that so disturb the poor commoners who are trying to make a living from the land that we are trampling." He beams a brilliant smile and picks his pipe up from the food laden table next to his chair. "I’m glad you visited so we could bring everything out in the open," clicking his fingers he lights his pipe from the flame on his thumb and blows out a bright green smoke ring, "Please don’t hesitate to tell me if you feel troubled over my ever expanding borders as my captains are a bit slow and communications can break down between the capital and the frontier. I’m sure that whatever troubles you must all be a simple understanding that another banquet will work out." He absently waves his hand and you suddenly find yourself moving backwards down the garden path and deposited outside the gate which closes in front of you. You hear words called from the distance "Don’t forget to write!!"
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One day a flying machine is spotted in the sky.
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Greetings,
I am Munis, Recorder of History. Shalafi, Lord of the Sandpeople
attained his power through a rather interesting way. I shall tell you
his story as I have written so in my numerous volumes of the history of
Time.
Born of a lowly family Shalafi was allowed to wander the streets as a
small child. Hearing strange stories of wars and war strategies from the
commanding generals of his native town he became a sort of, informal
expert at it. Once he reached the age of eighteen, he would gather the
other children of the city to play a devilish game. He would divide the
children into two teams which he called the "Winners" and the "Losers".
The point of the game was to either dominate or make peace with the
other team. He would assign each child a certain troop name like knight,
footmen, spearmen, archers and one special unit, the captain. He would
act as a messenger relaying messages between the two teams. He would of
course twist them a little. Until finally the two teams decided that the
only way to solve this little problem was to wage war. he spent most of
the remander of his teenage life organizing these games.
Becoming bored and tired of these childish games he began to linger
by the mages guild waited for someone to talk of need of an apprentice.
Many mages past him and spit in his face telling him to go and get a job
from one of the many nobles. Though this happened quite frequently
Shalafi never let them discourage him for his utlimate goal of world
domination. One day the mysterious mage, Tyrion, saw him and asked him
three questions. They were; "Tell me boy what are the ways of magic?",
to this he replied "The ways of magic are to master those who wish to
master you." the mage stood up very straight with a stricken look on his
face. He asked a second question, "Who has control of fate?" once again
he thought for a while and he replied, "The master of fate is the one
who fate wishes to control." The wizards eyes grew narrow upon hearing
this statement. He grabbed Shalafi by the shirt and pulled him into a
dark alley. Tyrion asked his final question, "How does one learn to
control magic?" this time Shalafi's eyes narrowed in deep thought and he
answered, "This I do not know." The mage, upon hearing this said, "How
would you like to master the most powerful of all spells, you could
leave this lifeless slum and come learn with me." Stunned at this
Shalafi's eyes grew wide in disbelief. "I would enjoy that very much."
So that is exactly what Shalafi did. He left with Tyrion to learn
everything he could. Tyrion and Shalafi began the long journey to the
place where he and Shalafi would learn their spells.
As they left the city with their backs packed with everything they
needed Shalafi began to look over the mage who was soon to be his
master. he saw the face of immense power full of wrinkles that
indicated long age. his hair was as white as the clouds in the distant
horizion. His eyes as blue as the water hole at the outskirt of the
city. They also show the imminent signs of age, but Shalafi could still
see the twinkle of life in those pale blue eyes. His pale, pink, thin
lips pressed together as if trying not to say something that would
destroy the world. His lips were the real tool of his unknown power.
As they left the hot desert of the Fire Island. they found
themselves in a damp dense dark forest. They moved cautiously because
they felt the everpresent eyes of the powerful Amazons upon them.
Reaching an alcove they slumped on the back of a very large tree to rest
and camp for the night. Tying the horse to one of the thinner trees by
the small brook, they unpacked all their things and tyrion pulled out
his magic book to try and understand the more powerful spells. Shalafi
left Tyrion to go in search of firewood for the camp. Creeping silently
through the forset with his axe he found the most perfect tree for their
fire. It was surrounded by the most delicate Lillie's of the Valley and
had a golden beam shining down on it. Walking towards it he even more
felt the eyes of the mysterious Amazon warriors upon him. Reaching the
tree he pulled out the axe from its sling and wound up for the first
swing when an arrow wizzed past his head making his hands drop the axe
to the forset floor. Looking up in the direction of which the arrow had
come from he saw nothing. Picking up the axe he wound up once again and
this time another arrow flew and sturck him in the shoulder. Clutching
his bleeding arm he cried out Tyrion's name.
Tyrion hearing his name being called quickly got up and ran as fast
as an old man could to the source of the noise. Seeing Shalafi on the
ground writhing in pain he quickly uttered the chant for a spell of
protection as he knelt beside Shalafi. Reaching into his pocket Tyrion
drew out about 25 small green gems and uttering a strange chant. The
gems disappeared one by one and as each gem disappeared Shalafi felt the
pain in his arms ebbing away. Chuckling to himself Tyrion said "Next
time, let me go for the firewood."
Walking back to camp Shalafi wondered to himself why an Amazon had
shot him. As if reading his mind Tyrion answer by saying that the tree
Shalafi was about to cut down contained the god of the Amazons, Lillie
the Provider. And that her spirit lived inside that tree and if the
tree should ever be wounded Lillie would sent a wrath of fire down upon
the Amazon villages sending their homes to ashes and destroying their
source of trade. So the Amazons took it upon themselves to guard the
tree from any danger.
Hurrying out of the forest they entered the vast rolling plains of
the Northern Ditarian Plains. At the end of their first day Shalafi saw
the smoke of another fire rising in the near hills. He spoke to Tyrion
and Tyrion said that it was probably home of Riverwind and that they
were about halfway to his tower. Shalafi slept uneasyly because he knew
that he still had to traverse the dangerous mountains that were
controled by the mountain dwarves. Rising early in the morning they set
out towards Riverwinds castle. The reached their destination by
highnoon. The guards upon hearing the name of the mage Tyrion let them
in without any trouble. Finding the mages guild Tyrion and Shalafi sat
and ordered for wine and talked of the rest of their travels until they
left to find a room to stay in for the night.
On their second day tryion said that they needed money so he showed
Shalafi how to conjure the illusion of a baby dragon breathing fire and
gave him enough gems to last him the day. Shalafi left for the
marketplace to find some young children to entertain with his newest
illusion. Seatting on a empty chair he gathered a crowd and showed them
all the illusions he had with the grand finale of the dragon breathing
fire. At the end he took out his hat and held it out for the children
to place their golden coins in it. Looking into it he saw a rather
large amount and happily went off in search of Tyrion. Finding him in
the mages guild he showed him all the gold he had made that day and to
his suprise Tyrion took it all. And gave to the man on the counter who
in return gave him a bag filled with the gems. Smiling, Tyrion gave
Shalafi back his hat.
That night they left the city and continued on their way to
Tyrion's tower. They travelled quickly across the fields and by night
the next day they could see the looming peak of the beginning of the
mountain ranges that were occupied by the small, but powerful dwarves.
They reached the base of the mountain by noon. Seeing the large
mountain Shalafi's head fell and shook his head in disbelief. knowing
that his future lay past that mountain he lifted his head and began the
treacherous climb up to the top of the mountain. With Shalafi in front
of Tyrion they marched up the winding path towards the summit and the
gates of the dwarves city. Shalafi had heard myths of the great city;
that it was made of gold from the giant gold vein under the city. and
that the dwarves had weapons that could slice the head off a minotaur in
one swing. His head somwhere else he misplaced his foot and fell down
when he suddenly had the sensation floating upward. Looking around
screaming he saw Tyrion with his eyes closed concentrated very hard on
something, Shalafi shut-up. Feeling his feet on the mountain path he
resumed his journey toward the everclose top. With his last fall
shalafi made sure that he kept his feet on the path for the rest of the
journey.
They reached the golden gates of the dwarves city and shalafi's
eyes grew wide, everything was made of gold. He saw children playing
with the sharpest swords he had ever seen. All the myths he had heard
weren't myths at all, but the truth. The gates opened at once at the
sight of Tyrions red robes. Shalafi followed behind tyrion staring in
awe. Tyrion seemed unmoved by the sight of all the golden, glittering
buildings. Shalafi's eyes moved from one glittering prire to the next.
They walked down the golden street until they came upon the castle of
Thamdil the Great. Tyrion greeted the dwarf like an old friend. They
began talking and Tyrion told Thamdil of Shalafi and Thamdil's eyes lit
up with great excitement. He asked Shalafi and Tyrion if they wanted to
use his latest invention, The Great Dwarven Flying Machine to get down
the other side of the mountain. Shalafi didn't want to feel that weird
sensation of falling up ever again and quickly said yes before Tyrion
had a second to think about it. Preparations began immediatly so they
could leave at the break of dawn. Shalafi had never stayed in a room of
elegance, so staying in the royal guest room was quite an experience for
him. He enjoied every second of it. They woke the next morning,
gathered their things and set off to the launching grounds. The entire
dwarven population had come to see this joyious event. Shalafi and
Tyrion clambered into the strange thing and wished for the best. The
ride down was swift and accutally very comfortable for the operator and
the two guest passengers. At the bottom they said their farewell to the
pilot and went on their way.
They trekked across the gently rolling hills quickly and by
nightfall they could clearly see tip of Tyrion's famous tower in the
distance. Tyrion guessed that they would make it there by noon next
day. The rose early the next day and once again started off towards the
everpresent tower in the distance. While walking the duo were attacked
by a small band of bandits. When confronted the bandits demanded money,
all of their money or else they would kill the mage. One of the bandits
grabbed Tyrion and covered his mouth so he couldn't say a word of
magic. Shalafi saw this as his oppurtunity to repay Tyrion for all that
he was doing for him. Shalafi closed his eyes and concentrated very
very hard. So hard that sweat began to form on his brow as his lips
moved silently, uttering the words for a spell he had heard Tyrion
rehearsing the day before. Once the spell was done, Shalafi opened his
eyes to the charred bodies of four humans and the rest of the bandits
running away. Tyrion put his hand on Shalafi's shoulder, so Shalafi
wouldn't fall from exerction. "See why I use the gems?" Tyrion said
with a smile. Shalafi nodded in acknowledgement, but said nothing.
They reached the tower by nightfall. There Shalafi began his studies.
As Tyrion soon learned Shalafi was very quick at learning the
beginner's spells. He showed paticular intrest in the study of Dark and
evil powers. Tyrion thought nothing of it, though it would drasticaly
alter the couse of history. Shalafi's power was growing to emense
proportions and wherever he went with Tyrion even the most powerful
warriors and mages knelt in their presence. Shalafi's knowlegde of the
different magics was wide, but his most focused and advanced level was
in dark and summoning. Within a few years Shalafi had attained the power
level equal to Tyrion himself. Once when Tyrion was resting in his room
he heard strange chants coming from Shalafi's closed room. When
questioned Shalafi would deny that anything had occured. One night
however, the chants became to loud for Tyrion to ignore, so he left his
bed and went to Shalafi's door. He opened the door with the spell of
stunning forming in his mind. He found Shalafi in the middle of an
arcane, glowing circle enveloped with the strange glow. Shalafi's lips
closed as he finished the dreadful spell. Tyriols stun spell was too
late, Shalafi had already summoned the most horrifying creature of all,
the Zombie Dragon. At Shalafi's command the dragon attacked Tyrion
killing him in a single blow, but not without recieveing the everpresent
scar running along his chest for tyrion last hope of destroying the
dragon with a giant lighting bolt. Thus Shalafi came back to the
Sandpeople's kingdom riding the Zombie Dragon. The people were terrified
by the appearance of their future-ruler. He enslved the city's populus
and made them do the tiring work of mining the precious gems which he
needed for his spells. Now he is seen as a mark of terror when riding
into battle. He has a powerful force of armies and knowledge of a vast
range of spells. Beware the figure of black.
Contact Shalafi at jobrien@bitwise.net
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