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Quaan Satansheart arrived to his new home 3 days after the day he was born. He already looked like a 10 year old. This concerned Thalis deeply. Every time he turned around during the trip, Quann looked alittle older. Thalis wasn't sure what to do about this. When he told his master that he would take Quaan when he was born, he figured that he would have a few years to wait to start him as his apprentice. By the speed of this kids growth, he needs to start now. He already had the gift, Thalis could see this, or better yet, can feel this.
Deep in trance the night before, Thalis had foreseen what he already suspected, that the power of the three would be unequaled. Each separately would make formidable wizards, but together they would be unstoppable.
In the years that followed, Quaan learned from Thalis. Learned to control his emotions, especially his anger and love, for Thalis feared that Quaans love was more deadly than his anger. Afew years back, Quaan had found a wounded dove, and decided to nurse it back to health. Well he and the dove ended up sticking together, even after the dove was back to full health. One day Quann apparently found that he loved the bird, and with a simple kiss on it's beak, killed it.
Contact Quaan Satansheart at sdw254@aol.com
Dierdriu, diary
My name is Dierdriu. I'm not born in this world. When I came into Shadowmoth, I lost many memories of before, but I remember me the battle.
Battle
On the way to my homeland, my friends and I rode into a trap of Mishtron, a mighty dark wizard. His army of undead attacked us, with Mishtron standing aside, looking at us.
We fought hours, slaining a good deal of his army, loosing a few. Suddenly, the sky darkened and swirled around us all. Mishtron had started an enchantment.
I recognised a teleportation spell, and thinking he wanted to escape, wove a Spell of Holding. I tried to keep Mishtron with us, to capture him once and for all.
Unfortunately, Mishtron wasn't teleproting himself, he was teleporting us ! So, when both spells were finished, he teleported us out, and my spell kept him with us, taking him along the portal.
And them happened the accident.
The two spells didn't worked together, they blocked and changed each other. An explosing of a random teleport in the destination world was the result.
That blast knocked my unconsious.
Shadowmoth
Upon awakening, I found myself entangled in a coastal jungle, with a bunch of young women around me, all armed.
They were clothed in green, with spots of color, like flowers in the jungle. One of them, the oldest, had a shining red belt around her waist.
My whole body hurted, I remembered still not what had happened, so I just looked at them.
The woman with the red belt asked me something, pointing to the jungle.
I didn't understood, and said so. On the puzzled faces, I saw they understood me neither.
Looking in the direction she pointed to, I saw a city I hadn't noticed the first time. It was build in the trees, and the camouflage was almost perfect.
The leader of the group (I suppose the red belt was the sign of the leader)took my arm and pulled gently, pointing still to the city. She released my arm abrubtly when I whinced. It was broken.
Whithout a thought, almost instinctively, I mended it with magic.
I couldn't have envisioned the commotion that started.
They looked scared, affraid. One threatened me with her spear, but the leader held her back.
Now that I know their language and history, I can understand why.
Gilitia city
The last shaman that lived in the city Gilitia had given the city
elders some of his knowledge of the future in the following riddle
:
When the mage enters the
inner lands,
He binds Gilitia to his
hands,
And the lands receive a
carpet,
Of war and men that fled.
So they holded away all the men from their lands, to avoid a mage to enter Gilitia.
But they hadn't the knowledge of the existence of female mages, like me.
And when I fell through the portal on their coast, it was to late. They were bound to me, as I was to them.
As time passed, I learned the language of this world, and gave advice when they asked me. I helped where I could, as wel magical as mundaine, and they came to thrust me.
After some years, they asked me to become their queen, as we were bounded together, and help them to survive the coming wars.
My friends ? Mishtron ?
In the meantime, I asked traders and wanderers informatins about my old company, from our homeworld. There was Flynn, Amairgen, Bricriu, my husband Cormac and others.
I don't know if they survived the teleportation, or were they are, but one day we will be united, and we will hunt down Mishtron, and demand retribution.
Contact Dierdriu at luk.vandelaer@village.uunet.be
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There was a light and a muted thump, and then everything was dark... Stargazer shook his head. A small groan emitted from his lips as
darkness turned into a swirling of colours and sparks. Coming to his senses again, Stargazer noticed that he was hanging
upside down from some elevated point. Jumping up and dodging the swing from a crude club, Stargazer smashed
his fist into the throat of one orc while the other hurried to
weapons. Looking at the dead bodies of the orcs, Stargazer muttered the
reversal spell, and his arm slowly became normal again. After a few days wandering in the swamp, He came upon the Orc town of
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Contact Garagh Ulmspitter at g12w6@hotmail.com
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Let Me greet You trusted Wizards, who walk the World of Shadowmoth I'm the Ruler of the Amazon Kingdom which had once be ruled by N'CogN'To. After N'CogN'To decided to expand our jungle-empire many things occured at the Court of Deep Vinla. Messages were received from different races which the former ruler of the Amazons was not interested to reply to. That was the case why some of your messages hadn't been answered untill now. I'm very sorry about that and could just offer a hand to all of you, who like a new contact with my domain! But I heared that there are others of my kin out there walking the world of Shadowmoth. If you are a leader of an other Amazon tribe let me know! We can no longer forget what the forces mandrake call his own done to my kin. that's why we took up our arms and conquer back regons he stole from the kingdom of Deep Vinla. We tried to negotiate with him, but he thought it not necessary to answer our offers of peace. The only way i can take this is to defend the ground and free the inhabitants. Legend of Beryl Many centuries ago the people of Deep Vinla were a folk of farmers and hunters who lived their lives without the threat of war. The jungles gave them everything they needed and that was the reason why most of my people didn't train in the arts of combat. Most of them didn't expect the forces of the Dark Lord. His forces fell into the jungles likerats and slaughtert every being foolish enough to face them. The inhabitants of the jungle tried to bravely sell their lives at all costs to save their homes but couldn't stand a chance against the looting warriors! The losses were uncounted and the dark forces played devilish games with the corpsesof the fallen. Those people who thought that they could spare their lives by lying down their arms sold their existence to slavery. Those Times are known as the Days of dark Tears to my folk. The Dark Lord ruled the Jungles of Deep Vinla under a tight grip that didn't stand a chance for a rebellion. Untold stories about the foul deeds of his forces are known to me but let me just tell you, that my ancestors had to suffer under the foul moods of the Dark Lord. But after long months of pain and hunger some of the remaining wounded warriors buld up an secret brotherhood against the Dark Lord. they trained the young and gathered weapons for the right moment to come. one of the youths was the son of the smith, his parents gave him the name berylariom, but he was only known as Beryl. as the time went by he grew in age and stature. At the age of fifteen one of the dark warriors caught an eye on his mother which still looked lovely though she had seen much pain and sorrow yet! After his father used his hidden sword to seperate the head from the beings torso. In the struggle Beryl and his mother and some other women with their children escaped in an unguarded moment! From this time Beryl and the others were told not to go near the forces of the Lord and the village they called home. After a time of four Years passed the grown up men decided to scout out the village and reclaim the lost ground. in the last years everybody increased fighting skills and thought that now would be the right time to revenge the deaths of their folk! One day an unaware scouting party patroled the nearby woods. It counted ten men armed and chained, but weak in their awareness, because they didn't expect an ambush. As they entered the Grove several of them died of poisoned darts who hit them like bees in their backs. The next minutes could be only explained as mercilessly slaughter and revenge for the losses! To be continued .... taken from the Tomes of Beryl by L'Aneith, Senechal of the Library of Deep Vinla Tarnig Delzus Ruler of the amazon tribes which united under N'Cogn'to seeker of truth and wisdom for the welfare of his kin member of the Alliance of light Send a Messenger to Tarnig Delzus
Contact Tarnig Delzus at sw0332@aixrs1.hrz.uni-essen.de
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Born many miles away from his current home in the Great Western Desert
of Shadowmoth, Turgeon learned to survive by himself at an early age.
His parents, slain by Skeletal Dragons, in an attack on their home city,
left him alone, at an young age, with no one left to provide guidance.
So Turgeon had no choice, he started travelling, encountering
interesting people, that knew all sorts of skills. Some of these people
would share their knowledge with him. Most of these people were
Magicians.
Turgeon learned quickly and soon his power began to grow. In
his
adolescence he started to create his own spells, by letting himself
become one with the magic that he knew was in him. He was soon followed
by a reputation second to none. He was becoming powerful indeed.
Turgeon knew that this could be his downfall, so he quickly set
out to
find a "less traveled" area of Shadowmoth. He found it after many years
of travel, in the Great Western Desert. Here he could practice his
magic in peace. In time, he had created a huge fort, using only magic
as his building tool.
Disguised by the swirling winds of the desert, Turgeon knew he
would be
safe here. Every once and a while Turgeon would hear of news from the
outside, about a crazy wizard that lives in the desert. These rumors
caused Turgeon to become even more secluded. It was soon after that he
encountered others like him (although not NEARLY as powerful). They
were called Sand People, and they were awed by the size of Turgeons
castle. He quickly took these people in, as they provided workers, so
he could concentrate on more important things (namely growing in power).
Soon, there were hundreds of these Sand People in his castle, and
Turgeon believed that soon he would have a force that could crush
Shadowmoth, and make it his.
He knew not much about the Outside world, only that there were
surely
others like him. Some that would perhaps help him, while others would
surely wish to destroy him. Perhaps his knowledge of magic would turn
the tide in his favor. He could only find out in one way...
Contact Turgeon at rstocki@activenation.com
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Contact Quintus at jptimms@cyberus.ca
Galifil, prosperous home to a large population of High Elves, is lead by the benevolent wizard Archimedes. A well rounded society with a passion for wisdom, the Elves of Galifil spend much of their time with craftsmanship. They find the wonders and beauties of their hard work only motivates them all the more - better than a whip, anyway. After a hard day at constructing these magnificient structures, they enjoy an evening of drinking and story telling. Of course, they have hang-overs in the morning. But, as long as they churn out there quotas, Archimedes is pleased with the tax burdened populace. Archimedes spends most of his time locked away studying great magics. The guards occassionally forget to unlock the doors, so Archimedes must resort to a minor unlock spell to get out. Magical knowledge from around the island is constantly being gathered, studied and committed to the new tombs of knowledge. Room for all this research gathering is always at a premium and new buildings to store this knowledge are high on the priority list. Of course, not many Elves in Galifil know how to read... Okay, education is lacking... Many Elves have taken up the sport of fishing. (A good way to avoid being around Archimedes for too long). Long excursions at sea and no taxes to pay, the fisherelves of Galifil probably have it the best of all the Elves. Another method Elves have taken up to avoid the hideous taxes they pay (and working for that slave driver Archimedes) is to join the military. Most prefer learning the bow or riding the horse. Nearly all prefer to not fight as they don't enjoy dying (trying to avoid death and taxes works for only so long though). Imports are always welcome in Galifil. Trade is robust with the neighboring coutries. Expansion of trade with other parts of the world is always of interest. As Archimedes puts it, "If they don't trade, we'll take it. If we can't take it, we're in trouble!" Battle tactics used by the Elves are very simple: Throw alot of mercenaries at 'em. If they die, we'll buy more! (Elves still prefer to pay high taxes than they do dying) Typically, only the best types of troops are hired to do all the dirty work. This way, the amount of ships and other resources used is minimal. When it does come to war, the Galifil Elves have a unique style of combat that they employ. Simply put, wait until they look the other way and then club 'em on the head! *** A Special Note Here: THIS DOES NOT APPLY TO ALLIES! Diplomacy is always a touchy issue with Archimedes. He tends to think of it as a popularity contest. He did once win an award in school for "Most Likely to Be Ignored". Charisma has never been Archimedes' strong point. World Domination - Megalomania is not a common Elfin trait. Think about it. Let's say you control 1/20 of the world right now and you want to control all the world. That means there would be 20 times the current amount of paperwork when you do control the world! Not many Elves aspire to this!
Contact Archimedes at Daniel.Sundre@wcom.com
Everything was black. Black and untouched. Infinite.
Time and space had no meaning here and oblivious of these strange concepts
an entity came to awareness. The Infinity Entity.
Thus the entity was. Knowing of it self, of its' self, it probed
deeper inside, only to find itself. The entity was all alone inside and
concluded where there is inside there must be outside. Intrigued by the
prospect of outside it wandered to the very border of itself. Only now it
realized the concept of space and being infinite, it knew.
Thus the entity was space. Within an instant the blackness was the
entity. Crawling it filled the infinite space. Puzzled the entity grabbed
and lounged but couldn't cross its' own confines. Painstakely it withdrew
from the border of infinity, deciding to trail one step behind.
Thus the entity was time. After another aeon it got bored of
following behind its own infinity and decided to accelerate time. Grief fell
upon the entity as it realized, time wouldn't bow to the infinity entitys'
whims. Terrified the entity raced after the border of the blackness but with
each step closer the darkness grew one step. Tired of the endless chase the
entity decided to rest. Soon it fell asleep.
Thus the entity was the elements. In the restless slumber the needs,
hopes and fears of the entity manifested and became physical bodies. Soon
bubbles of fire, earth, water and air drifted in the blackness, attached to
the entity through fine nearly invisible strings.
Thus the entity was life. Still asleep the entity grew more restless
and still more dreams emanated from it. More complex and fragile these
dreams needed a fixed environment to exist and clung to the bubbles. There
were infinite numbers of bubbles and the new creations became creatures
within these bubbles. Soon, in infinite scale, all bubbles were crowded by
creatures but still the entity was asleep.
Thus the entity was sentience. More and more vicious were the dreams
of the entity and the results from these dreams led to a constant struggle
for dominance over the bubbles. First creatures tried to hide or run from
the new, vicious creatures but eventually they tried to resist. And in some,
by far not all, bubbles they succceded. They established their own order of
life and the thread holding these bubbles to the entity got even thinner.
Thus the entity was the spirits. The free bubbles grew in themselves
and without the entity's input they developed and diversified. Only the most
wise of the creatures in these bubbles remembered a time when there was
another, a bigger, a far more powerful being and through ways only vaguely
mundane they were able to contact this being.
Thus the entity was magic. The wise creatures, the sentient creatures
finally were able to contact the entity and with a sudden jerk it awoke. In
this moment several of the thin strings were cut and in great tumbling fires
and bursts these unfortunate bubbles were destroyed. It quickly became clear
that the bubbles were dependant from the entity. Once the thread was lost,
the bubbles inevitably died. The infinite being, the entity, knew it was
chained to these bubbles as these bubbled were chained to it.
Thus the entity was death. Carefully and without haste the entity set
itself up to maintain, to holdfast, the existing bubbles. Not only saw it
its' duty but also the beauty of the bubbles. It tended each and everyone
with great care and was fascinated by the quick change in the bubbles. Soon.
all too soon, the bubbles were crowded with creatures and the elements
started to decay, to rot and to wither. Existence was miserable and never
would the resources suffice for all. After long and serious thinking the
entity decided to end some creatures' lives. And the dying begun.
Thus the entity was good. Though killing the entity was caring. Only
creatures who suffered from seriously damaged or broken bodies were killed.
In the first millenias the death toll was high but with time the
circumstances grew better and all creatures were provisioned. Unfortunatly
the most vicious creatures realized there advantage and damaged bodies on
purpose. The entity, deeply involved in its task, simply removed them from
the bubbles and carried on.
Thus the entity was evil. After some time it realized the abuse and
the deeds by the vicious creatures and acted in anger. Quickly it severed
the threads to those bubbles where the vicious creatures prevailed. All of
them died. But soon it realized the falseness of its actions and groveled in
deep sorrow. Never again should its' unawareness lead to death.
Thus the entity split. Concluding the ways and deciding on a way the
infinity entity split itself. Each bubble should be monitored by one of its
manifestations. And as the infinity split occured the powers of infinity
split also. Each shard of infinity remained in power of the elements, the
spirits, the life and the death. But it lost control over the two newest
traits, good and evil. No longer could it judge and see the truth.
Thus there is a champion. To maintain a guard nontheless the infinity
split opted to crown a champion of order and chaos, a master of luck and
death. This champion should act as representative of the infinty entity. As
each bubble has a portion of the entity each bubble has a champion of the
infinity split. To this day.
Awareness is a strange thing as one must realize the state of awareness
before being truly aware. The entity, well occupied with itself, eventually
got aware. It took an aeon or two but that didn`t matter; time had no
meaning.
Whenever these bubbles collided, new, bigger and more diverse enclaves
emerged. Colorful and bristling with energy the biggest of all enclaves
stabilized, drawing smaller bubbles into them. This took another aeon, but
the infinity entity didn't notice.
Is it time? Yes, it is. Once again we must choose. Our sworn duty is to maintain guard, to hold fast. She who is us has a great responsibilty for this place. Our very own children, the dreams we dreamed are here and we have to watch for them. It is our duty. He who we are wouldn't approve of a bad choice and we must look carefully. So many qualified, so little space to choose. Time is short and we have learned the hard way. It of which we are part shall not be disappointed again.
The creatures of this bubble have gone to great length to undo our last choice. They called him evil, we must have judged wrongly. Our failure shall not ruin them again. Fragile are these bubbles and we must not forget that we are responsible. We can't neglect it. Thus let us search very thourough. Many promises but who will fulfill? That one? No, we doubt it. We must be careful and serene. We opt for the one in the clouds. He is a master of the elements, the creatures value him greatly and the creatures have proven their judgement. While we have failed, we know. We must not forget. Then, be it the one? Yes, be it the one. We have chosen.
He awoke. The pillow was wet with sweat. Frantically TheArcWelder
struggled to escape his dreams, the voices. The voices were everywhere,
barely audible, never quite understanding what they say. He sat on the rim
of his bed, rubbing his temples with both hands. Silently he muttered to
himself and with a deep sigh he stood up. A long day was ahead and a
multitude of tasks called for his attention. He walked over to a small and
severly overstuffed table. A water-filled can, a huge bowl, a piece of soap
and a bowl of strawberries. Automatically the ArcWelder moved his fingers
and mumbled the ritual words and the water turned from cold into pleasant
warm. After cleaning his face and squishing a strawberry between his teeth
he dressed. All in blue today he mused as he slipped into his oldest but
also most comfortable robe. One more look in the mirror and then he went
downstairs.
One level below he sat down at his desk and started to sort his papers. But
soon he felt bored and leaned back into his huge armchair, thinking again
about the dream. Closing his eyes he started to play unconsciously with the
tip of his nose and suddenly he knew.
He knew what the voices had told him and with a jump he was up and almost
running to the shelves of books which covered the walls of his study.
Whispering to himself he scanned one shelf after another and finally found
what he was looking for. The Legend of the Infinity Split. A rather
obscure book written by an unknown scholar centuries ago. Quickly he garbbed
a ladder and recovered the book from under a thick layer of dust. Holding
the huge tome firmly in both hands he hurried back to the desk and with a
wide swing of his arm he made some space for the book.
With a muffled thud the book landed on the desk and TheArcWelder started to
read. He skipped whole portions of the book, stopping here and there but
finally finding his goal. Near to the end of the book a small song of the
Infinity Split was written down. A song about the birth of the multiverse
and the creation of all species. A song about the tragic infinity
entity.
Now more composed and careful he started all over. He spent hour for hour
reading the tome and waved away all people coming to see him for this or
that, he even ignored the food brought by his cook. The day had passed as
ahd the night and in the morning of the next day TheArcWelder knew. He knew
about the infinity split and the failure of all creatures. He knew the
reason for life and death and the origin of the spirits. He knew the very
source of magic and he knew the price for failing. He knew of order and
chaos, of luck and death.
He fell asleep over the book and once again he heard the voices, but this
time they were clear and didn't withdraw when he started to listen closely.
The voices danced around in his head and spoke to him.
We have failed one time. Nearly we lost this bubble but now we have made a new choice. It of which we are part needs a champion, a guardian. You must be this guardian. The guardian of order and chaos, of luck and death.
The choice was made. TheArcWelder slept through the rest of the day
and awoke in the early morning of the next day. Still lying on his desk he
first didn't knew where he was but quickly everything came back. An
important revelation was experienced this night. Good and evil are within us
and both must be recognized as what they are.
We have the potential to become both, gods or devils, or to stay in between.
Only the weak will draft in one of the directions while the strong, the
truly sentient beings will define their place alone. This capability is it
what elevates us over god or devil, over the infinity entity itself. Only
this one trait defines our only duty, to choose and to decide about our
place on our own. In this we are unique and we shouldn't we all strive to
employ this unique power to the best of us all?
And with unknown energy he stood up; there were things to do.
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I was orphaned before my birth. My father was drugged and my 'mother' fled ere I saw my first day. While this may seem strange, it is so. My 'father' was the great wizard Ashatath. My 'mother' was his apprentice Ikaras. Ahh, I see you have heard of him. Has he told you how he was rescued from slavery to become my father's apprentice? Did he tell you of the "dark and foul magiks" Ashatath used? I'm sure he told you how he gained his freedom from Ashatath and ran to hide among the elves where he finished his education in magik. Now he is the defender of the Light. The Light. Ha. There is no Light or Dark. These are simply words to comfort the weak as the shelter from those they fear. Let me tell you what really happened. The spells of Ashatath were drawing strength from Ikaras because they were borrowing from his essence to create me. Ashatath knew that Ikaras could never truly master the arts being taught. He was to weak with the imposed morals of society. Therefore, he set about creating me, a twin to Ikaras, born of magik. After my birth, Ikaras would have been freed to follow his own path and I would have taken over the position of apprentice. But after the last part of the spell had been cast, Ikaras somehow perceived a portion of the spell and fled, misunderstanding the true intent of our master. Alas our master is now gone. After Ikaras fled, villagers came and seeing Ashatath unconcious, slew him. They, like all their un-educated lot did not understand the work of my master / father and not understanding, feared him. They even tried to destroy his tower, but at that moment, I came into the world. Ashatath's spell required time to acheive it's effect, but once cast was independent of my masters other actions and thought. I do not know what effects accompanied my arrival, but the villagers fled in fear screaming of demons seeking revenge. Revenge was indeed taken. I arrived with all the knowledge and memories of Ikaras up until the time the spell was completed. Using that begining knowledge of magik and Ashatath's library, I rained fire down upon the villagers and scattered them to the winds. Vengeance fulfilled, I buried my master and looked over my home. Several years were spent in peaceful study and experimentation. I learned much from my father's library till it was destroyed. The peasants and scattered alright, but they took with them stories of demons and treasure. Adventures began showing up to "cleanse" my home. I was forced to recruite Orcs and their ken to defend myself. One day a "Hero" came and killed all my guards. He almost got me before I was able to escape through a secret passage. From a distance, I watched him burn my home and all that I knew. Alone, I wandered the world. My magik was still weak, but it helped me hide when needed. In towns and villages, I was able to barter my talent for food and an occasional bed. I learned to project my strength and power to guard against local bullies. I learned to acquire what I needed to survive, no matter what it took to get it. Alas, the frieghtened peasants would have nothing to do with me and nearly killed me several times. Finally I found myself in the underworld. An Under Dwarf mining colony was being attacked by bandits and I decided to lend a hand. When the battle was over, they thanked me and fed me very well. I saw that these people were strong and knew we could work together. After ousting their city council, I undertook, to lead them. A regular militia was raised and trained. Order was imposed and this chaotic realm and together, we set about ensuring our future survival. Light and Dark, Good and Evil. These concepts have no meaning. One must live and then they can talk philosophy. I also am Ikaras and I will fight to survive. I welcome those others who acknowledge the true meaning of the universe ... survival over all. I seek others who are strong and know how to wield that strength. Together, our combined might will allow us to prevail. Send your emissaries to me at
Contact Ikaras at williamg@fiber.net
As I gazed out upon the brightly lit festivities in the city of Riansdale, I realized that the happy carefree ways of my people had reached their end. Evil was abroad in the world and it would see the peaceful and content Plainsmen only as moving target practice for the weapons and unwilling subjects for gruesome magical experiments. I could not allow this. The folk of the plains would have to alter their society, becoming proficient in the arts of war and magic if they were to survive. I knew a moment's sadness as I envisioned smithys and mills where now the wildlife of the region scampered and hunted, but, no matter. The Plainsmen would become a force for stability and justice in Shadowmoth, and woe to any who would seek to betray or undermine that sacred burden. I realized, however, that however valiant or learned my tribes became, they could not storm the camps of evil alone - they would need allies. My fledgling magical powers were taxed to the utmost as I quested the night wind for an inkling of those allies who would stand by the Plainsmen and sweep the vermin from the holy ground of Shadowmoth. A thousand points of light in the sky assured me that there were indeed those who would become "alderaani" - brothers in peace and struggle to the Plainsmen. My thoughts quested towards them to impart the ways to contact my shamanic self - the mystical gibberish incantation jpetelle@esu6.esu6.k12.ne.us it would mean nothing but fear to my enemies in waiting, but to those who join the gathering storm which would soon roll outwards from the plains...it would provide a means of contact...
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Not much is currently known about the great Minotaur King Gromon. Accounts from weary, near death, Minotaurs found far from thier homeland of Flashmar tell of a fearless warrior who single handledly overthrew 50 years of rule by less capable factions.
Contact Gromon at jdetweiler@iwaynet.net
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Contact Gerog the Mighty at stowey@aol.com
Let it be known that I, Gandalf, was called upon to lead this Empire while their leader
Aardvark is taking a well deserved vacation. Aardvark will be gone for a couple of months
in GameTime (tm), exactly how many months is still a bit unsure since the months pass by
rather slow. I'll do my best to develop this Empire to reach it's full potential, to that
end I'm
very interested in getting in touch with other Wizards so that we can exchange information
and perhaps resources if our borders should meet.
I've sent out scouts in all directions, so do not take it as an offence if our border
patrols should run into yours, I'll try to avoid such situations if I can. We're always
open to negotiations regarding borders, so please get in touch with us if you think our
border forces might close in on eachother. All Wizards who have made agreements or
contacted Aardvark in earlier turns should take contact with me so that no
misunderstandings arise.
In the middle of the summer the empire was attacked by a vicious horde of Hobgoblins, the hero leading the attack on them was surprised by their large numbers and had no chance against them. He died in a valiant struggle to protect our Empire, and will be remembered for that. Already forces are moving out to retaliate his death, and regain control over the lost shires. The military forces was caught by surprise and many of them was also slaughtered, hence our military might is temporarily weakened. We do not wish to wage wars against other wizards, but we're ready to defend our self with all means.
Gandalf, High Wizard Replacement for Aardvark
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I remember when he first came to New Flashmar. It was during the
final years of war with the Dreadlord. He flew in upon the back of a
magnificent griffion, who is named SkyTalon we later learned. Anyways,
we all thought he was another of the Dreadlords champions come to
exchange information with our current "overlord". See as how we are
Dervish, and trade in anything, including information, I took it upon
myself to follow this stranger and find out what was going on, because
we all know that accurate information fetchs a very good price. I came
across his path as he was heading towards the Bazzar. He had the
movements of an experienced warrior, his piercing blue eyes took in
everything and he had two jeweled scimitars across his shoulders. The
crowds moved out of his way, and he walked as if he knew this city well,
or instictively knew where he wanted to go. It was not until he stopped
to admire some of our famous jewelry that I understood the crowds
reaction of fear towards this person. Upon his right hand he wore a
purple glove with a silver fireball emblazoned upon it. This was the
mark of only one man, the Witch Hunter Alexi, and he was here after
someone. Words of his deeds had reached even us hear in the desert. He
hunted any magical or super natural creature or being not for sport, but
to help thouse who were being terrorized by these things. But who, or
what was he after?? That answer came soon enough...
The Dreadlords champion and his bodyguard attempted to ambush Alexi
in one of the many dark alleys within our fair city. Alexi's movements
were so fast, I never saw the small, hand sized crossbow emerge from
under his cloak, and neither had the bodyguard, until the bolt was
lodged in his skull. That split second was all that the champion needed
to level his own crossbow at Alexi's back.
Now, from my vantage point from behind the boxes, it seemed as if
Alexi was dead to rights. But then that fool with the crossbow began to
gloat over how he was going to become even more famous for killing this
renowned Bounty Hunter. It was during this time that I noticed Alexi
reaching into a pouch and pulling out a handfull of sand. He then
quickly spun on his heel and quickly threw the sand, but what emerged
was a blinding, silvery, white light that enveloped this champion, who
was now screaming in pain and looking not very human at all but more
like a demon that the priests describe in their sermons. Continuing is
spin in one fluid motion, he drew one of his swords and cleaved the head
of this thing clean off.
Needless to say, news of this spread like wildfire through the city,
and all of us wondered what this ment for us. Were we to be liberated
by this man or was he to be our next oppressor?? Later that night, he
addressed the growing crowds of the worried and concerned from upon the
Temple stairs. He spoke softly at first, about our heritage and
history. As he progressed, his voice began to boom while he talked
about what had happened to us and what we could achive. By the end, we
were all cheering and while he stood there, radiating that silvery,
white light, I swear to you I saw the gods themselves not in approval!
That night his banner was raized above our city, the silver fireball
upon a purple field, and we joined the battle against the Dreadlord. He
spent those years raiding the slave caravans of the Dreadlord, setting
those he could free.
He was one man against an army, and many a time we thought he was
lost in battle. But then we would see the now familiar glow and Alexi,
with a scimitar in each hand would become a whirling, Dervish of
Destruction. It was after many battles like this, that many began to
call him Mad for his reckless abandon in battle.
Now that the war with the Dreadlord is over, it is time for us to
reclaim our heritage and birthright. We will once again be a proud and
noble race and Alexi will lead us there!
---- From the diary of the Second Follower
Contact Alexi the Mad at skytalon@hotmail.com
I am Lord Dramadar, High Wizard and Supreme Ruler of Klazar. I have fought and crushed those that have threatened me for centuries and have not achieved my current station through gullibility or lethargy.Therefore, if you seek to exploit myself or my people, than you shall surely become my enemy. There is no place in our lands for fools or those blinded by their feeble altruistic notions. If, however, you are wise and seek intelligent discourse, then I bid you welcome in my lands.
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Greetings wizards of Shadowmoth,
I, Lord Thunder, ruling Chief Elder of the Gnomes of Jungolimbols greet you,
after you have read from the Chronicles of the Gnomes of Jungolimbols how I became the ruling Chief Elder of my people, I would like to invite you to come to our lands and seek the wisdom and friendship of the ancient Gnomes of Order.
We guarantee free passage for messengers to bring us the words of kings from lands all over Shadowmoth. They shall receive what they deserve: food, shelter and an audience with the Chief Elders of Jungolimbols.
We are peaceful people who seek the lands around us to ensure our people and our homelands are not intruded upon for our jungles are not to be disturbed by others than the Gnomes of Jungolimbols. We are fierce and are strong warriors and fight well on all terrain we should be encountered on, but have no wish for war unless war is brought to us.
So I call for all wizards to let us know of each other and be clear of our claims. But beware, the Gnomes of Jungolimbols do not trust lightly. As an ancient proverb says, it is a gift that cannot be given but must be earned. We hope your people earn that gift and that we earn it from you.
Lord
Thunder
Ruling Chief Elder of the
Gnomes
of Jungolimbols
Chief Inventor of the Gnomes
of Order
Contact to: sw0332@aixrs1.hrz.uni-essen.de
Excerpt from the Chronicles of
the Gnomes of Jungolimbols:
The Chief Inventor just finished his last inspection. The machine looked viable. Slowly, with a slight grin, he walked over to the controls. His servants had positioned the huge cauldron within the centre of the machine. The cauldron holding the very essence of his entire people. Gnome after gnome had given one drop of his or her blood to fill it. Now, the time had come.
The Chief Inventor sighed a last time, looked up into the cloudy sky, and walked to the metallic chair at the northern end of the machine.
Meanwhile the servants moved the statue into position. The statue showed a tall gnome prone to the ground, hands raised to dodge something from above. On a sign of the waiting Chief Elders a messenger left to tell the Weather Controllers to fire the rockets into the sky.
The machine looked terrifying. A huge metallic thorne coming from the centre of an even larger metallic crown pointed through a hole in the ceiling towards the skies. The statue was positioned exactly below the thorne and above the cauldron. Cables running from the crown to the metallic chair at the northern end of the cave, with the Chief Inventor waiting for whatever to come, and from there to the cauldron in the centre and back to the crown.
No one knew what would happen, but they would find out, well, they were gnomes, they had to.
Some days earlier a secret cache was found holding instructions and a detailed map where to find the machine. No one would have given much importance to this, cause every other day relicts of earlier experiments or laboratories were found, if there hadn´t been the name of the creator, which electrified the surprised gnomes. It read, ´Thunder Noquietplaceinheaven´. The name of the ´Chief Inventor of the Gnomes of Order´ electrified the gnomes. Ancient books tell the story that Thunder Noquietplaceinheaven was a great inventor during the Golden Age and a specialist in the field of sonic phenomenons. Until he went to far one day. He created a huge sonic instrument which should have filled the skies with music of wonderful harmony. Well, no one exactly knows today what went wrong. As he started the machine, no tone was heard, but an enormous sonic shockwave made its way to the seven heavens. It is rumoured that some gods of order are still hard at hearing today. (Maybe that´s the reason why so many prayers aren´t heard !?,T.C.) That´s where the story ends, till now.
With a gigantic thunder seven lightnings struck the thorne. The crown seemed to explode in a burst of light. Ozone filled the air. The Chief Elders could feal the immense energy within the little cave. Blinded and deafened they stumbled out of the cave. Some of them crying in panic. The waiting people in front of the cave looked towards the cave entrance both fascinated and frozen with terror. They hadn´t seen such a spectaculum for centuries.
Time went on, but nothing happened. After the Chief Elders calmed down and their perception had returned, they were urged (with pikes,T.C.) to return to the cave and see what had happened. On entering the cave, they first saw the Chief Inventor, or more precisely what had been the Chief Inventor. His corpse was burned to a state where one could only guess what it had been that had been burned. Their second impression was a tall gnome standing in the centre of the cave. With a childish grin he said ´I´am back!´
Talas
Cannotwritewithouthands,
Chief Elder and Historian
of the Gnomes of Jungolimbols
to be continued ...
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We, the Sand People, are the natives of Shadowmoth. We once ruled the whole planet. But then there came all those other races from other worlds and dimensions to Shadowmoth, some intending to settle here peacefully, some intending to conquer all that was ours. There was a long discussion among the Sand People on how to treat those strangers. Our prophecy told us about the things to come and promised us a new leader, who would also come from one of those strange worlds. He would help us in our search for new friends and guide us in our battle against the violent intruders. But as the strangers kept advancing and forced us back into small desert reservations, some of us lost the faith. A large group, lead by a young Sand Man called Turgeon, split from the tribe and moved to a different siech. Soon afterwards an old man appeared. He said he came from a different world called "The Elemental Islands", where he had been a great wizard and leader, but an experiment had gone wrong which had transported him through a dimensional rift towards this world. He had also lost all his power, though not all his knowledge. From his words we soon reckognized him to be Beormas, the messiah from our prophecy. We asked him to be our leader, and finally he accepted. He soon found new allies and we became founding members of the powerful Alliance of Light. When Turgeon saw how lucky we were and that we had a new leader, he grew jealous, for he wanted to be the only leader of the tribe. While pretending to be friendly and claiming that he wanted to return to the tribe, he secretly prepared an attack with the aim to kill Beormas and to subjugate the whole tribe. We were completely surprised by his treacherous attack and lost many battles, but then Beormas, using all his knowledge, started to prepare the counterstrike. Although our hearts are bleeding when we have to fight against our brothers we know that our only chance for survival is a united tribe. Therefore we are fighting on, hoping to bring this fratricidal war to an end soon. Only then the Prophecy can come to an end.
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Shadowmoth has suffered long under the Dreadlord. Cities and roads have been destroyed; harbors have been burned; merchants have feared to travel, lest they be assaulted by agents of the Dreadlord or the wild things that arose under his shadow. Any who challenged him were ruined.
I am old. I have seen the mighty city-states and kingdoms fall. I have seen the great trade roads come under the shadow of the Dreadlord, becoming highways for his foul armies and lurking places for brigands and creatures that crept in the darkness. I have seen grand cities and harbors fall into decay.
In this time, I have served my people, and those with whom we dealt. Most of my colleagues were ruined or slain during the time of the Dreadlord. Our great lands and seas, once traveled by all, have become wild places where only a few isolated cities remain. People who once were neighbors, though separated by a hundred leagues, have been isolated and grown closed and mistrustful.
The Dreadlord is gone. The people of Shadowmoth can now rebuild their world. I believe that we can restore Shadowmoth to its past glory and more. I believe that the world can once more be active with industry, trade, and prosperity. I believe that the people of Shadowmoth want this to be.
By the will of the folk of Port Harlington, I, Gehrizel, am Syndic of Harlington. My people have shown great faith and trust in me. I will repay that faith. I will repay that faith by bringing prosperity to Port Harlington. I will repay that faith by reuniting the Dervishes of Harlington with their kin across the land, across the seas, and, yes, across the great barrier to the world above. I will repay that faith by reaching out to those who share this world with us. I will repay that faith by devoting all that I am and all that I have to restoring the world of Shadowmoth to its glory.
This, I promise the people of Port Harlington.
Gehrizel
Syndic of Harlington
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Hail Mighty Ones. I am the one who was, the one who is and the one who will be, but you can call me Nardel. Until now I've dwelled on the edges of Shadowmoth learning to focus the use of spellcraft, but Last month I heard the Dark force calling me. My presence was required in the Minotaur capital of Grandfor. Their former leader had abondoned them and the huge but not so bright Minotaurs were confused and the organisation of the town fell into disorder. At the time help was most needed I arrived in town and proclaimed myself the new leader of the Minotaurs. After I told them what I plans I had in mind the town elders hesitated no longer and accepted me as New Leader of the Minotaur Empire. Quickly I began to organize my people, training some minotaurs to become strong and decent warriors and sending others away to get resources to build immense buildings. My generals have been ordered to move forward into new territory as well. |
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My future plans I want my troops to bring back at least 3 tons of blood every month for the purpose of sacrificial rites. With the strength the blood gives me I intend to become the most powerful wizard of Shadowmoth very soon. My expansion will continue until I and all who wish to join me have got rid of all opposing armies. I'm looking forward to contact the other wizards in Shadowmoth, and I hope most of them follow the path of evil as I do. To all wizards who still haven't made their choice I would advise to head for the darkness as well. You'd better decide quick before someone stands at your gate to invade your town. May the light never shine again. Hail to the Dark one. | |
This old minotaur city is situated in a well defended valley between two tall mountains. There's not much known about the origins of this ancient place as it already existed when Minotaurs started to write. Even in the most ancient Minotaur writings there are stories about Grandfor. The city council can also proudly tell you that Grandfor hasn't fallen into enemy hands for the last centuries. There has been no need to defend to town for a long time, because most of the surrounding races don't even think of attacking the Minotaur stronghold. With the coming of Nardel the Uncreator Grandfor will grow rapidly. Many new buildings arise between the houses of the ever increasing population. You can visit our town and meet the great Nardel | ||
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Gork
My name is Raven, mighty orc shaman of Garaslint. First I shall tell you something of my people. My servants are orcs. They are brutal, savage and always willing to fight, which is sometimes even a problem. They are even stupid enough to fight among themselves. Furthermore I'd like to say that everyone who stands in my way and opposes me will be punished severe, even if it results in my own dead. I'd also like to say that everyone who helps me will be rewarded with great fame among my people. If anyone thinks the same way as I do he can contact me. Please inform your messengers that Orcs only understand Orcish words.
Now I
shall tell a great Orcish myth which has something to do with this brave
orc above.
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Once upon a time there were only a few small orc tribes, usually existing
of 10 or 12 brave orcs.
They
didn't know each other. They thought they were the only living thinking
beings on Shadowmoth, which is of course a stupid thought, because Elves
and men already flourished for many a century. They isolated them, because
the wisest of Elves and Men had felt a great savageness in them. They stayed
alive by eating raw fish and meat, usually sheep, because there were always
lots of sheep around. They kept this status for a long time, until a orc
rose. His name was Gork and he said he was protected by some strange magical
power. He brought the Orcs together and became their trusty leader, the
one which Orcs always lacked, even nowadays. He told the orcs of their
brutal power. Soon he had attracted so much Orcs that he begun his
struggle through the barren and unexplored country. The Orcs met very strange
people, with even more strange languages. They called themselves Dwarves
and were not very kind to them
This
ended up in a big fight between Orcs and Dwarves. The Orcs had more numbers,
but the dwarves were especially well-trained and carried weights of armour.
Gork was killed in the battle, because he had been stuck by an axe. Afterwards
the Orcs were never scattered around the world as before, but they settled
themselves in the steaming swamps of Shadomoth. Many Orcs now consider
Gork as their god, the god of magic which freed them. One of these settlements
is called Garaslint and Raven is their master......
I hope you all understand were we, Orcs, are fighting for. We want to avange the ones who has done us great pain.
Now I shall read some pieces of the chronicles of Garaslint aloud.
I hope you now know more about me, my people and my city. I hope that all other Orcs on this world send a messenger to Garaslint. They will be treated as guests of honor. I will be grateful to those who help me and I will be full of hatred to those who oppose me.
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