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There were prodigies and portents enough, One-Eye says. We must blame
ourselves for misinterpreting them.
One-Eye's handicap in no way impairs his marvelous hindsight.
From the books of Nightshade, predicting the coming of SoulCatcher
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Contact SoulCatcher at catcher_of_souls@yahoo.com
A dark silhouette moved slowly through the out of the sky gushing white. The harsh winds lowered the temperature to a degree where flesh would instantly freeze if it touched metal. The creator had summoned trillions of fragile crystals to begin their long life cycle, pouring steadily from a source impossible to locate by eyes. How long would they exist? Hundreds, thousands may be millions of lives in Arsalon would end before they eventually paid their prize for this timelessness. Melted by the burden of their siblings they would find their way through never seen layers of earth and bring live to the world wherever they surfaced. But that was not the concern of that tiny human creature that had to carve every single inch out of this wall of snowflakes. It was more in a state of wondering, capable of the purest thoughts. Although the focus of its mind was time itself there was no caring at all about anything else but itself. The timelessness and beauty of the Icelands passed unnoticed while it was occupied with the measurement of time even though it appeared to have lost its ability to succeed. 'How long to get out of here...?' Of course, one has to acknowledge the difficulty in loving the uniqueness of this white-gray, weather shaped site during a heavy winterstorm. 'How long can I endure this...? How long have I been walking...? How long since my feet went numb...?' Strange things can happen when one asks too many questions while knowing well they cannot be answered. It facilitates the impression that one is lost and will eventually lead to the conviction that one is lost, even though it might not be true. The center that remains for such a lost soul is its self only. Whenever a soul is taught to look for patterns in life and use them as tools to describe and predict the future, the discovery of a too strong and too timeless pattern erases the former ones and to a mind that cannot grasp infinity, it seems as if a heavy winterstorm emerged since the beginning of time...
When they found him they stared at each other in disbelief. Without any doubt he must be one of the s trongest man to survive such a hostile weather, for how long? With his blond hair he looked different than the Icelanders, but otherwise he appeared as one of them, although he spoke in a strange way that clearly showed that he was raised somewhere else. When they first asked him about his name he only replied "th...th..sss" as he was too cold to control his tongue. Not able to receive any information from this tortured man the Icelander elders discussed about the meaning of his arrival. They were worried about what they had found in his right hand fist and what this man only very reluctantly unsealed when he opened his hands as he slowly felt warmer inside the room they brought him. They retrieved strains of strayed thick red brown hair and everyone who saw it knew where it stemmed from. Mammoths hadn't been seen for generations and it meant that a great part of the ocean must have been frozen, for him to reach Arsalon and for Mammoths to be present. The implications of this event alarmed the elders. It meant that after ages they had again been connected to the continent, but not only that, with this happening they were again connected to the patterns that the creator would summon upon the continent. It became clear that this poor man had lost its memory of the past, but he had a surprising clear mind. For the lack of a name they called him Thaaz, as it was the tradition between the Icelanders to carry the first spoken word after reaching adulthood as a name for a man. The common people soon expanded his name because of the rumors that he was a friend of the mammoths and because his clear words often persuaded the angry to let go from their hate filled thoughts, thus they called him Thaaz, The Tamer.
Although the mammoths returned to the regions of Arsalon it became clear that the connection to the continent was only temporary. The elders were relieved, but they knew that not much more time would pass until more signs of the connection to the patterns of the continent appeared. The Icelanders would have to be prepared. The ages of peaceful existence on their Island might be over as they would be dragged into the pattern of the whole world. Later they found the isolation, that had kept these people from the cruelties of the War of the first coming, to be over as more and more birds that were never seen before arrived in Arsalon. With time, getting connected with the continent seemed to be paralleled by partial retrievals of Thaaz' memory. When the elders decided that Icelanders should be trained in the arts of war, fearing that this training would be necessary for the people to survive what may come, it was him that had the most knowledge of how to deal with that task. He seemed to have great leadership ability although he himself was not sure if he would be able to serve these people in that way as he was not even sure about his past. He had this strange feeling inside that the future would bring far more trouble than anyone of the Icelanders could imagine. But they urged him to lead them as the fear of the future sank slowly into their hearts and he didn't refuse. When the first caravan arrived by ship and brought news of a another world, of people living in deserts and dschungles and creatures that looked very different from humans, from elves, dwarves and many more, all the Icelanders, even those who doubted the words of the elders spoken in the past, knew inside that from now on they would be deeply involved in what was going on in Kalander. And Thaaz thought that it would be better to discover what was waiting for them in the world then waiting for the world to discover them...
Contact Thaaz, The Tamer at Wolfgang.Kirsch@urz.uni-heidelberg.de
Candor Hairytoes, famed wizard of Comrodian Hollow, has recently been elected "Benevolent Dictator" by his brother, Mayor Haglund Hairytoes. Most Halflings didn't know there was an election, much less that the vote was 2 to 0. Candor probably would have still won anyway as 35% of the population's last name is "Hairytoes". Having a mandatory "town meeting" afterward, the Halflings decided on a new course for their tiny thriving community. "Hey, what's on the other side of that hill?" Rumors of "Big people" and their splendid array of wares has raised curiosity to a level never seen before by the peaceful Halflings. (Of course, soaring housing costs are the real reason for driving people out of the city.) It's a "big" world out there, so the Halflings have rounded up a few of the Bigtoe clan and sent them in search of the surrounding countryside. It's hoped they make peaceful contact with neighbors and that trade can be established. Halflings are excellent cooks and are willing to trade their skills with FOOD for some fine Dwarvish carved STONE or ? Only the future can tell. The Halflings are open to ambassadors from all over and consider themselves neutral in all dealings with the "big" world.
Contact CANDOR at Daniel.Sundre@wcom.com
Dream's of Past My regular times of rest are constantly disturbed by visions of eyes in deep caverns, orc blood feasts and gross elven rituals. My current body at times seems incapable of preventing these latter dark feelings overcoming my waking thoughts (or what I believe to be waking). I fear they are setting me on a path I cannot resist. And yet these visions help me see the truth behind my current adversaries, as glimpses of deeds of long ago ages appear, so that those I choose to join me one this path shall not be done so blindly. And this time my perspective of the world seems to be from lower than recent times (yet not as low as during my age of pixies) but my decree of no mirrors in this land again fails me to be aware of my form. But I know my view from above the lands of Kalander shall provide me with the vision I need to ensure my strength grows in this incarnation. |
The Prophecies Many times has it been told of the years of peace in the Age of Legends, when the Great and Just Tukk (the "Great One") ruled all the lands of all the worlds known. His realm reached into the land of dreams and shadows from where he was able to hold the future in his hands too. It was from here that he sowed the seeds of the lands of Kalander forever in the bloodlines of Gua Clan, his chosen for the worlds of air. It has been told that in the heart of the lands to the east has been placed a great obelisk of solid gold that has inscribed on it in a language now long forgotten of the true path. He who is able to seek out and decifer this text shall rule over Kalander for his lifetime and that of his living heirs. But this is not a simple task for a would be pretender to the crown as this is the only place that this language is written and its meaning will only be revealed to those whose blood is true. And so it shall pass that in the third cycle of the moon the mighty shall decend upon the world to hold all to account for their deeds of the past, and unleash the evilbreed of Gua onto those whom have not held onto the true path of the spirit of the last world. All the who wish not to fall prey to the true path shall prepare to meet thy master and be willing to submit to his decrees. So it is told. So it shall be. . (Author Unknown) |
The Dark Clouds of Doom A New Darkness has began to sweep the skies of Kalander from the west as the calls are heard afar for all beings of like mind to join the ranks of their true master's minions. The urge within me seems undeniable although I know it to be wrong and against the elements. But how am I to fight what has been ordained? My path seems to be moulded in rock already so there is little hope for reconciliation with those to come to me in the age to come. A pity. Already the world had formed to meet my needs and the brothers of dark have arrived on my doorsteps. They have been welcomed with the open arms that they deserve and have formed the core of the Inner Council of Flinder Keep. Their evil desires even now pervade our small settlement and seem to encourage the formation of minor cults to meet their needs. And yet I must admire their stoic resolve in their belief of the prophecies. All that is sure is that those who have been chosen by the "Great One" to join me on my path to doom or glory have accepted their paths with true resolve that shall be equalled by my own. And yet I must feel for those mortals whom dwell near our realms as they are sure to fall under the true spell all to soon for their leaders. May those who fall be returned to live their next life under the true path. |
Contact Sirikul at valkrob@mozart.inet.co.th
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Deep below the surface lays the city of Dark Curse, home to one of the
strongest and cruelest Dark Elf families around, House Mordovalinor. The
current Matron Mother is Glosnaur Mordovalinor. She is said to be the most
beautiful and youngest Matron Mother in the Cities history. She is also
known to be as cruel as she is beautiful. She has mastered both the mystic
arts and the powers granted by the Spider Queen. Matron Mother Mordovalinor
with my aid has determined that the time is right for the Dark Elves of Dark
Curse to take revenge on those that banished them to the underground. and if
we gain a few more slaves in the progress so be it. Some of you may be
wondering who I am and what my part is in all of this is? I am Shadowmage,
full time adviser to Matron Mother Mordovalinor, sometime lover and House
Wizard. I am not from this city or even this world. I came to this city
about 30 years ago. I slowly worked my way up in the Magus Arcanum to be one
of the top mages of the school. House Mordovalinor took notice of me not
having a formal House sponsor, wondered how I was admitted to the school.
They quickly found out I had blackmailed my way into the school. They
adopted me into the family and I was able to quickly raise in power to take
the potion of House wizard from the old man who had the potion last. Matron
Glosnaur was very impressed by my quick raise and shows of power and quickly
took me on as her personal advisor. Now many years later and many failed
assaination attempts later here I sit ready to help lead the Dark Elves of
Dark Curse to greater power. Some of you may wonder where I came from before I arrived in Dark Curse. I am caught in the battles between LAW and CHAOS. They use me as their pawn in their battles, first one side then the other. I never know where or when I will end up just that I must serve my true master BALANCE. For I am one of the few beings that understand a little of the true workings of the universe, for if CHAOS or LAW were to ever truly win the war the universe would be destroyed. In my choice to help maintain the balance I gain more power to affect it but lose the ability to choose where and when to help. |
when all of us have both elements of light and darkness within? I offer a glimpse at the interplay between the light and the absense of light within one heart: my own. |
Contact Shadowmage at shadowmage@deathsdoor.com
What Happened?His head ached. A feeling he knew all too well. He winced slightly as he tried to get up. His muscles sent a sharp reminder of the previous day's Challenges. He sighed as he relaxed his head back into the pillow on the bed.His mind raced. Whose bed? A rush of adrenaline shot his eyes open. He quickly surveyed the room. Another sigh was followed by a little smile as he realized that he was comfortably in his own chambers. Reaching up to rub the throbing temples, his hand encountered metal. Anger now supplanted his pain. He groaned. How could he have lost? He started to remember each Challenge. There were the races, the games of skill and of might and, of course, the fighting with various weapons. Had he not easily dealt with each competitor? Those that quickly realized his superiority were allowed to gracefully submit with some dignity. Others that were too proud or too stupid to dare taunt him were spared no mercy. "Yes," he thought, "I can be very cruel." The Final ChallengeThe Final Challenge then stood before him like a mountain asking to be climbed. All that remained was to outdrink whoever the other finalist was. Childsplay, he reasoned. Every night for the past year had been spent in preparation for this last trial. Now intimately familiar with every tavern, inn, and microbrewery in the region, he was ready. The lesser competitor could choose the spirits, which offered a slight advantage. The opponent had selected Moledanverian Water. This choice was a surprise considering the possibilities of much more potent and vile liquors. Maybe the other finalist represented some sophistication. Maybe he would be let this worthy challenger withdraw from the Table without shame once victory was clearly in hand. He smiled and thought to himself, "You see, I can be reasonable and fair when called upon. It's not the fault of the other challenger that I am so great and mighty. Let the public see just how gentle I can be."And the public was there to see. The arena could not contain another living being. Everyone was clamouring with the bookies to place wagers. Odds were being shouted out as the money exchanged hands. At the center of the arena was the Table of Final Challenge. Two glasses and many bottles were already set. He settled his mightly bulk into one of the Chairs of Final Challenge. He paused for a moment at the sheer number of Waters that were before him. He thought that there wasn't a soul alive that could drink so much. "Even I could not drink this much," he admitted. He dismissed the thought by rationalizing that the display must be to impress the crowd. He had no reason to be nervous. He had prepared well and was confident the last belch would be his. Trisadect rarely concerned himself with his opponents. Why bother learning about someone who would be quickly dispensed with? Why learn a name that would have to be forgotten? This attitude had carried him thus far, so there was no reason to make today an exception. Trisadect will not make the same mistake again. His thoughts of victory and the following celebration were interrupted as the opponent entered the arena. A wave of hushed whispers went through the crowd then all was quiet. The crowd started to part to let the other challenger approach the Table. But, this was not enough. They parted even more. Some had to climb onto the shoulders of others to make way for him. It was Decadeur. Trisadect felt a twinge in his stomach. How could this behemoth have made it through all the other Challenges? A decent warrior certainly, but not one to run farther than the nearest tavern. And, he is certainly not worthy of Trisadect or the Table of Final Challenge. The Table, though, is above repute. Were Trisadect to call into question his rival, it would mean questioning the Table itself. No one, not even he, dare such a presumption. No, the Challenges had decided this fate, so let it be. Trisadect gathered his wits. He could do this. The first round was poured. The second followed, and then a third. It didn't really matter until they ran out of fingers and toes to count on. The bottles piled up. Yes, it seemed that, after all, there was a body that could consume so much Moledanverian Water. The crowd appeared to be floating. Or doubling? Tripling? Definately moving! He reached for the next bottle and grabbed at air. His eyes managed to focus on Decadeur's face. He grabbed again for the bottle, if only to smash it into that smug grin. Oh, look. Feet. And carpet. He thought that if he could just lie down here for a minute. The last thing his fading consciousness registered was Decadeur easily taking another swig. He is KingNow, head still pounding, he faced the consequences of the Final Challenge. He was now King for the next three years. A jail sentence of paperwork, adjudicating other peoples problems, and studying magic. Magic, he snorted. The realm of those too frail for war. And that ignoramous Decadeur was Warlord -- leading the armies and first in battle. Sure, the orders would be Trisadect's, but that hairy oaf would be at the front lines getting all the glory. The King merely got to read the reports. The only sliver of light in this mess was that he would have three years to practice for the next Final Challenge. He will be ready. |
Trisadect
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Contact Trisadect at burow@genfo.com
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Contact Dimlùr - The Great One at frode.klev@himolde.no
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Contact Ash at stonier@deakin.edu.au
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Excepts from the inauguration speech of the Chairman of the 4227th Annual
Grand Convention and Convocation of Inventors, Gadgeteers, Scientists and
Innovators, TOMUTCHTIYMONHANS
Chapter, having been elected due to his great contribution in the
eco-predicatation device (and of course the sheer size of the most important
gnomish attribute):
{NB: Spacing and punctuation have been added for the non-gnomes in the
reading audience SG}
".After examining the ancient plans left by the Great Inventor, may he be
praised forevermore, I found a Flaw in the theories, which may prove
promising in the development of that wonderful technology we lost in the
Coming. From these notes, I have recently discovered a field I call
Dweomercology. Progress is being rapidly made, and I expect to soon have a
number of positions open for apprentices in this exciting new field.
I understand from our Foreign Relations to the Unscientific and
Undereducated, that recently the number of charlatans who have stumbled on
some of Principles has grown significantly. Some of these unscrupulous
individuals have enslaved whole populations, preventing us from enlightening
these individuals with our perfected scientific developments.
To protect our markets, I hereby order that the Crafters and Inventors Guild
to detail number of Crafters to explore the nearby world. I will also
create the Department of Public/Private Works and Projects Commission to
begin the construction of some of our less interesting devices.
Together, we will be Peace, Prosperity and Enlightenment to the world!"
After these words were spoken, there was much consternation, and general
bickering among the various Guilds, Orders, Departments, Commissions, Unions
and Combines. But the seeds had been planted...
Contact Smalnombigplanbigrnos at urlord@earthlink.net
XanaduIn Xanadu did Kubla Khan The shadow of the dome of pleasure A damsel with a dulcimer
So ends the song. I am called Calamity, and this is my quest. 
I have wandered across countless worlds for countless eons in search of my final resting place. In each world, by conquest or by exploration, I find a single clue that leads me to the next. 
This world is far from the worst I have visited. The people that I have come to lead, these "elves", are fair of feature, cheery of soul, and wise above the norm for mortals. My city is peaceful, beautiful and good to it's children. The forests are tall and lush, the mountains majestic. The seas are a brilliant blue and rich in life which sustains us. There are plains overflowing with game and grain. In fact, this city and this part of the world are almost as beautiful as sacred Xanadu is rumoured to be. It fills me with great pain to look upon my city and not feel guilt about what I know will come to happen. The peace and the beauty will not last, for wherever I go, war and strife are sure to follow. In spite of this I will exhort my folk to build tall towers and monuments to the efforts of mortal children. We will build places of revelry, places of worship, libraries and guilds where the intelligent and inquisitive may study this worlds magic arts (which I must master). We will build places where warriors will train in the arts of war. Beasteries to house the animals which will carry us into war. Granaries and infirmaries, moats and castles that will touch the sky. For even after the wars of conquest come, maybe some small part of our advances will survive for future generations. While the buildings are being raised, we will send our first intrepid scouts out into the wilderness to begin the hunt for the clues that will send me on to the next world. I am sure that not all peoples that we find will greet us as brothers, for man is a jealous and greedy beast and will not believe that I am merely searching for something which can neither harm or benefit them. Man defines nearly everything around him in such terms and can hardly fathom something which can be significant yet not fall into either category. Only that which falls outside the notice of man is safe from his predations. I fear that no one will fail to notice me and my minions in my quest and, in the noticing, strive to hinder me so that I may not obtain some unfathomable advantage in the game of kings which all men like to play at. So, what clue does this world have to offer? I feel an excitement growing in me that can only mean that I may be nearing the end of my relentess pursuit. It can not come to soon for I am growing increasingly weary of travelling this never-ending path....
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Contact Calamity at davemo@microsoft.com
Behold fellow WizardsI am Gandalf, leader of the Underdwarves settlement in the Underworld. Our people had lived for a long time peacefully on the upper plain, but due to food shortages, and overpopulation it was decided that we should establish a new colony. Our scouts searched for a suitable location in all directions, even into the Underworld that had just been discovered in one of our deep tunnels. The scouts had found a suitable location down there in the Underworld, and a group was gathered to be sent down.
I was chosen as the leader of the group, and was
sent with a few hundred men to establish the town. As the town was established, the heavy
work required to build our great city required a lot of stone. Some of the more eager
builders saw that the stone in the tunnel down to the colony was of a much higher quality
than the rest, and much of that stone was used on our city. As the work progressed the
tunnel got larger, and needed more support. Wood was brought down from the surface, and
used to re-reinforce the tunnel. Unfortunately the ground wasn't as stable as it had
seemed, and the whole tunnel collapsed before the reinforcements could be completed. We
were cut off from the upper world, and effectively sealed from our colony. We would now
have to manage without aid from our fellow friends. Due to the cave-in a lot of the stone
which had excited the builders was now easily available, and a new large vein of stone was
discovered, our builders found good use for the material in finishing the buildings. I
also knew that we would have good use for this resource in the coming years, the stock of
wood that was sent from the surface did also come as a nice addition to our resource base.
Our forces have been moving out into the neighboring regions to seek out who is to be our allies, who'll be our enemies and to establish borders. Some of our more forward scouts have even discovered fresher air, in one region which could indicate an opening up to the surface. The town is eager to hear more news of their exploration.
If you suspect that your troops might encounter ours we would encourage you to take contact with us as soon as possible to avoid hostile situations. And if an accident should happen it will be important that you take contact with our Embassy to clear up in the situation.
Our embassy is always open, and will take messages from all fellow wizards who wish to talk to us. We're very interested in exchanging information, be it about map, building or perhaps spell information. To send a message to our embassy, use this cryptic swirling thingy included after this message.
Contact Gandalf at tklev@online.no
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Prelude:Awakened again. Ahhh.. The smell of the fresh air. It is good to be aware again. My loyal Lizardmen really around me and heed the trumpet call. I, Valerien, do enjoin my people to preserve our way of life and spread our virtues. The might of my people is unquestioned. The ferocity of the Lizardmen is well known throughout the world. Now we must seek our destiny among the plains, the Astral Realm and even explore the depths of the Underworld.
How to begin our conquest of this new world. Who do we turn to for Allies and who do we engage as Enemies? Let the weak fall to the iron of our swords and let our allies wrath descend upon those who would stand against us. The mighty Hero Kilrath has led our people from the Astral plains down to the plains of the mortals. Here we shall begin our establishment from whence we shall grow. Our armies will soon scour the surrounding lands. Our mighty Wizards will call upon the Indisputable Forces of Nature to decimate our foes and support our own causes at home. Majestic castles, Churches and Arenas will be constructed to be awed. Gigantic Magic Colleges, where the finest minds from the surrounding lands come to toil, will be erected in our Capitol. All of these visions appear to me in my dreams. Now we must make sure they come to fruition. DIPLOMACY:WHO out there is able to hear the call that we can hear? Who is willing to stand by the side of the mighty Lizardmen? Surely there are others out there of similar mind. This land cannot be entirely populated by weak-willed fools who cower to every army that crosses their lands. I call to thee, join me in our Reclamation, the likes of which has never been seen. Let us retake these lands that once were ours and will be once again. Valerien's StoryHow I came to be is in itself a very long story. To provide a brief glimpse into what I am, I will tell a brief excerpt from that story. Born to a Lizardman Chieftain and his fourth Wife, I was the Chief's first son. At that time the other seven Wives were sent away and my Mother became the Chieftess of our clan. From an early age the powers in me were apparent to those around me. My Father orderd me to Ngar'ak to further study the powers that lay mostly dormant within me. I know now that such a move was necessary to prevent me from laying waste to our entire village. But at the time, my anger at being separated from everything I had come to know and love, against my own will, forced my mind to unconsciously lash out at the source of the disturbance, namely my Father. My father was ripped to shreds by the storm I unconsciously summoned. When my temporary madness finally receded, I was devastated by what I had done. I ran, blind with fear, into the forests where I spent the next thirty years of my life living in quiet retribution. After these many years of self-depression and self-hatred, I finally came to the conclusion that my life may still serve the purpose for which I was destined. While I certainly could not bring my Father back, I could become a person of which he would be utterly proud. Thus I travelled to Ngar'ak to begin my studies. While I was by far the oldest student in this ancient and well hidden school, my studies progressed very quickly. I was soon a peer with those of my age, much to the surprise of my teachers. My skills did not stop there. Soon I was wielding magics long thought impossible to control. My masters were both awed by my ability, and utterly afraid it. They strived desperately to forge me into their conception of the "right kind" of a leader. They had little appreciation for the motivation that pushed me however. Soon the Voice of my Father was pushing me to even greater Heights. At this point, my Masters knew there was nothing more they could teach me and they sent me home to reclaim my birthright as Chieftain of my Clan. Now I have returned home. Almost 50 years since the day my father was ripped apart by the forces I at one time could not control. Now those powers are at my command, to be unleashed as I command. All Lizardmen have rallied around me and demand that I lead them to their rightful place as the Champions of this World. Father, I have come unto my own. Please guide me down the correct path. |
Contact Valerien at jay.griffiths@expeditors.com
The First of the Five
 Saruman the WhiteOnce again the Valar show their Will and Might and have begun a great history in a new world.In the Land of Kalander, New Forces arrive.A New MissionThe Council of the Wise has chosen two Wizards to bring peace and order to this chaotic land. With the assistance of the other good rulers of Kalander peace and prosperity will once again rule in this world. In other realms Orthanc suffices, but here we must assist others to achieve the Will of the Istari. My researches in ring lore have revealed that The Ring of Seh Gulniv, forged in the Second Age by Yyth Nao-Onden upon the Forge of Grevyl, has made its way to this world. The search has begun.
For a thousand years, and more, have I journeyed in the East. I remember the words of Treb-yulay as if it were yesterday... The window closed. They waited. Suddenly another voice spoke, low and melodious, its very sound an enchantment. Those who listened unwarily to that voice could seldom report the words that they heard; and if they did, they wondered, for little power remained in them. Mostly they remembered only that it was a delight to hear the voice speaking, all that it said seemed wise and reasonable, and desire awoke in them by swift agreement to seem wise themselves. When others spoke they seemed harsh and uncouth by contrast; and if they gainsaid the voice, anger was kindled in the hearts of those under the spell. For some the spell lasted only while the voice spoke to them, and when it spoke to another they smiled, as men do who see through a juggler's trick while others gape at it. For many the sound of the voice alone was enough to hold them enthralled; but for those whom it conquered the spell endured when they were far away, and ever they heard that soft voice whispering and urging them. But none were unmoved; none rejected its pleas and its commands without an effort of mind and will, so long as its master had control of it. 'Well?' it said now with gentle question. 'Why must you disturb my rest? Will you give me no peace at all by night or day? Its tone was that of a kindly heart aggrieved by injuries undeserved. They looked up, astonished, for they had heard no sound of his coming; and they saw a figure standing at the rail, looking down upon them: an old man, swathed in a great cloak, the colour of which was not easy to tell, for it changed if they moved their eyes or if he stirred. His face was long, with a high forehead, he had deep darkling eyes, hard to fathom, though the look that they now bore was grave and benevolent, and a little weary. His hair and beard were white, but strands of black still showed about his lips and ears.
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Contact Saruman at saruman_2000@yahoo.com
Groaning Spirits of the Wok
The Elves of Wok RingA letter found upon our arrival:NECROMANTIA SACRARETO: ZED LONGLY, SAGE OF
DAROKIN
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The Rise of A'DrazethHis family had been royal but distant from direct inheritance of the throne. He grew up watching the infighting as the various families strove for position in the royal court. In the first ten years of his life four rulers had occupied the throne. The first three had died on various campaigns, or so it was reported. The fourth, A'Kardel, was devious and ruthless enough to occupy the position for 24 years, an unheard of reign. As a child he learned the ways of politics faster than his peers. Smaller than most and not as skilled with the knife, he soon realized that he needed allies to avoid the more vicious attacks. Rather than seeking the children of the most noble households as was custom, he went among the least ranked houses. Those who had formal training, but stood little chance for advancement in the games of power. There he gathered a group of 'friends'. Jarkete, who was savage with a knife, Drina, being trained as a priestess, Turrek, with the fast hands and nimble fingers. And others who he was sure would be useful. In the formation of this group, he was careful not to be perceived as the leader. Instead, he manipulated events to bring his brother to the forefront. He remembered when he first conceived the plan. Why be king when you can be the power in the shadows. Kings need to contend with the council and noble houses. A dangerous undertaking as history has shown. Instead he intended his brother for the position. Ever since they were small, he had easily dominated his older brother. It wasn't that Kradze was unintelligent, more that he lacked ambition. Misplaced notions of honor kept his brother from pursuing greater power. Fortunately the others he had gathered had no such qualms. Over the years, he carefully elminated those that stood in the way. He concocted rumors and evidence that set allied houses at each other's throats. He manipulated military excursions so that potential heirs found themselves ambushed on training missions. When necessary, he arranged for deaths. And he succeeded. With the support of the lower houses, the greater nobles suddenly sought alliance with his brother, and surreptitiously, him. He had gathered enough power to have his brothere named heir. And then the king died. Amazingly, a natural death. For years, he had wondered how to remove this last obstacle and then it was handed to him like a gift. The day of hss brother's coronation was the culmination of years of ambition. He had gone to his brother's rooms to gather him for the event. With no answer to his knock, he let himself in. His brother sat motionless in a chair, a dagger plunged in his heart. Drazeth's mind raced. What enemy could have penetrated his defenses so quickly and who stood most to gain? Then he noticed the note clutched in his brother's hand. It simply read, "You have no honor". Dead by his own hand, his brother had reaped a revenge he had never considered. During the funeral, he knew they all thought the knife belonged to him. Even those he called allies would distance themselves and seek to undermine his power for their benefit. His survival now depended on only one possibility. War. The one recreation his people enjoyed more than games of power was wielding power over other races. His game had grown beyond the kingdom. Now he must vie with those who had also risen to power in this realm. The announcement to conquer the world was well received. For the first time in his life, he saw a new purpose in his people. They were almost cooperating with each other. Of course, complete trust was beyond their capabilites. The number of deaths was normal as the houses jockeyed for the new offices being created for the imminent wars. Now that the ministers were secure, the infighting had fallen off and the houses had some semblence of stability. The warmongers were telling stories of past glory. The young eagerly took up the call to arms and practiced their skills daily. Likely, with an intent to use those skills on their fellows when the war was over. The mysterious priestesses offerred their services with magics to terrify and weaken their enemies. A'Drazeth smiled grimly to himself. So much effort and some many lost lives for one purpose. To insure that his own life doesn't end prematurely. Already, the assassination attempts had waned as his rivals turned their thought toward how to best profit from war. His grim smile became one of pleasure. Their is no thrill like politics.
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Shadowmoth was my home of young, I would whach the Magics of the world wishing I could one day do such things. I waited and waited to be an apprentice, but they said my brain mass was too small. They said I would never be able to reseach anything. I toyled away in deep cavernsbrewing up great potions and elixers, but they just laughed and shoved me away, never seeing my true tallent for what it was. I saved and saved and finnally came up with enogh monney to buy myself a couple wizardry lessons at the castle. I went and I beleave I was one of the only creatures there that really cared. I sat and took notes and never took my eyes of the head wizard's assistant who was speaking. I could have repeated the entire speech to anyone I had it memorized so well. They still wouldn't let me be an apprentice though. I the Under Dwarf child surrounded by proud Halflings was nothing. I was sent away and told not to return or else. Then the Under Dwarf home in the hills was attacked by an evil wizard and I was traped but then I saw it a portal behind me opened and before I could react I was sucked in. |
A portal opens and I am sucked in, my molicures fly to a new world just descuvered called Kalander. I am thrust down into the Underworld and it is ammazing. I feal as if I have gone to heavon. I can accually open my eyes fully without going blind for a week. I see in this underworld marvel a great castle and a bustleing population of Under Dwarves chearing for me. I look around and see that this is my castle, for I am their wizard and I have the power. I look down appon the peaple and they cheer as I have never herd before I rais my hand and and show that we will be victorius and concur all who are stupid enough not to ally with are numbers. |
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I see much better things in my future. I am luky to have whatched the wizard on Shadowmoth so well as now I know what not to do and what to do. I see the twenty shires I will control by turn four and the more I will have by higher turns. I am happy for this greatly. Also I see a great allience in wich I am included. I see a wizard that I destroy a wizard in the future and take jis capital, but I also see my own destruction. I will fight here until the deadly bitter end. Peace be to all who don't attack me. Hell be to them who do. |
My agriculture is at an all time high, this probably has to do with the fact that my average moral is 5.000 so I don't need to waste food to make people pay me top doller! Because of this I can also have alot of teretories on high taxes wich means more money which means more apprentices to recruit which means more research points which means more research which means more spells which means a hihger magic rating. Wow that was a lot of "which means" agriculture's pretty complicated. As for other resources, my wood and gem stockpiles are tinny wile my stone and iron deposites are record high. I have some of the greatest quarries and iron mines in the world. I also have some of the greatest farms in my capital, espesially with the grainery and bakery built. Gem mining is usually OK wile my teritories have only the fewwest trees. |
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Jimirilan
is the fabled city of the
Amazons, which is
reported to be located deep within the Hamatar Jungle on the
Isle of Tikatu. Little is known of the Amazonian people
except for the large and bizarre statues of giant man-like heads
which are all too commonly found around the exterior periphery
of the jungle typically known as tikis. It is popularly
thought by many scholars of primitive cultures that these tiki
statues are worshipped as deities of nature by the Amazons; some
amusing legends go as far as to suggest that the Amazon men and
women dance naked before these idols late at night during the
new moon.
What is known about the Amazons is that they inhabit the Hamatar Jungle and rarely venture outside of it. The members of the tribes are described as being the most physically fit of the human species, both male and female alike. Individual, scantily-clad and physically attractive females of the tribes have been known to venture forth from the jungle foliage to trade with the peaceful Plainsmen of the Ganthorian Plains. These plainsmen maintain that the similarity of their beliefs with the Amazons, the respect for and working with nature, has allowed for a peaceful existence with the Amazonian tribes. However, the plainsmen also warn outsiders to tread lightly when it comes to the Amazons, and to never to encroach upon the Hamatar Jungle. Many have entered the jungle, and most have never returned. The few that have managed to return report that they couldn't find the fabled city of Jimirilian as it blends almost perfectly with the jungle itself; all that they found was a large collection of tiki idols, insect bites, and quicksand. The Hamatar Jungle is populated by a large variety of venomous flora and fauna, including giant tarantulas and cobras. As if that wasn't bad enough, quicksand is also commonly found and it is rumored that Amazon scouts patrol the jungle with poisoned blow-guns.
The origin of the Queen is a mystery however. During a regular worship ritual on the holy grounds of the Jimilrilan, she mysteriously appeared in the midst of the ceremonies and nude dancing with a tremendous flash of light which left hair standing in mid-air and the skin tingling. The Queen was thoroughly impressed with the Amazons she saw before her and the festivities they conducted, and immediately declared that she was sent by the Tiki gods to rule over the Jimirilan. She subsequently announced that the gods were pleased and wanted them to follow her to greater glory for their divine will. The Amazons, being highly religious and considering the circumstances of the Queen's appearance, were immediately overwhelmed and accepted the stranger as Queen of the Jimirilan. It is rumored however by some disbelievers that the Queen is in fact a great sorceress from some other dimension, though what her objective here is unclear to them. So far her rule has been wise and the prosperity great, so they were willing to go along with it. What is strange however is the Queen's overwhelming interest in the lands beyond the oceans surrounding the Isle of Tikatu, for the Amazons have never previously considered leaving even the Hamatar Jungle. For those who wish peaceful contact with Queen Ilystar, she has decreed that emissaries may be sent to the edge of the Hamatar Jungle but shall intrude no further than that, awaiting contact with Amazonian scouts at the first sign of the tiki idols. Intrusion beyond the stated boundaries will result in a silent death of poisoned darts. Once contacted by the Amazonian scouts, careful posturing and parlaying may proceed and you may present your desired terms of peace. Were peaceful relations to be established with the Amazons, the prosperous trade of raw materials obtained only in jungle conditions would become available. This would most notably include a wide selection and array of highly toxic poisons and venoms which are useful in coating darts and arrows. The Queen is also willing to hire out her poisoned blow-gunners if the offered tribute is fair. The Queen has made it known that she seeks cartographic information and that she is very familiar with a lot of other information concerning the realms. | ||||
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