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Long have I laid, trapped in this tomb of stone. Imprisoned here by my enemies in a conflict no longer remembered; confined alive and alone in utter blackness. I give up my majiks one by one to keep my sanity in tact, to keep myself alive. My body is enfeebled from its incarceration, but my mind still lives…
Contact Karmine Blackcloak at pacallaway@netscape.net
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Contact Felegos at slowmojoe@hotmail.com
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Contact Whitestar at bazz2000@hotmail.com
Gale wind.
Freeze.
Barren.
That is my land, Bulls Canyon.
But this will change, we Minotaurs of the White Bulls deserve more.
And I shall lead you. Out of this tundra, to the plains full of food, to warm forests, and sunny hills. No matter who live there now.
You all know me. I am the last one of Firebreathers. The only wielding magic powers. I am Morg van Brethen.
You have chosen me, and I will not fail you.
Contact Morg van Brethen at jsaldi@polbox.com
After many years of living in peace, living with nature, and living with their surroundings, the plainsmen with their new leader Turgeon must prepare for the coming of Aragoth. They know he is powerful, and in order to survive his wrath, alliances must be formed, magic must be researched, and a great military must be trained. Turgeon, leader of the plainsmen has been elected for this task. His wizardly skills along with his great knowledge of Military Theory will come in handy. His diplomatic skills, although not as honed as the other skills he possesses will be used to the utmost to help his people, and all people in the Isles survive. It hasbeen far to long since the plainsmen were at war, and without skilled warriors they will surely parish. What will become of the Plainsmen without strong leadership? How many other wizards will join with Turgeon? Will he be able to trust them? The outside world is not known to the Plainsmen. First on the list of tasks is to explore the surrounding territory and to forge alliances with surrounding leadersto secure his homeland. He can only hope that other races in this realm will respect him, and join him in this time of need.
Contact Turgeon at rlsandg@mindspring.com
The children of the jungle prepare for the end. I have been chosen from among all of our people for my power in magic, I am Avanash. Arragoth threatends all that my people have worked for and that will not be allowed! We prepare to take the fight to Arragoth.
Contact Avanash at tool_kees@yahoo.com
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Contact Tarh at tarh@flashmail.com
For over five hundred years my people have existed as nature intended them to, free and wild like the very elements of nature we embody. We do not chain our hearts to one place but rather all the world is our home and we travel in it, eyes wide in childlike wonder...and now the darkness rises as night falls over the Isles. Never again shall we be chained in slavery and though fiery death may claim us we shall die free, screaming defiance unto the last. On behalf of my people, of all peoples of the world, of Nature herself who cries out in agony against the living death that is coming we declare a holy war, a jihad, against our ancient enemy and his unholy legions. Our ancestors cries echo down the aeons to us crying out for vengeance against their tormentor, he who must never rise to see the dawn again...Arragoth. And so I renounce all ties of kinship, of identity, of hearth and home as I vow to lead our people into the heart of the coming darkness, may we see light again. I am Sorrow... For what was, For what is, For what is to come.
Contact Sorrow at stevena@central.susx.ac.uk
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Greetings, traveller.
Welcome to the castle
of the mighty wizard
Lord
Rincewind
. Behold the
splendor of
Nazair, and find joy in
finding true beauty at last. Let
the world know that a new power has risen, and that is friendly yet
harsh.
Lord Rincewind
is not a man to be trifled
with. 
Let me tell you some
of myself. I come from a country far away, magically teleported here
by my
father, the great Archmage
D'Ascunxion
. I was senthere to unite this war-torn continent,
and to bring peace and
prosperity to all races in the realm of Isles of Arragoth. My means are
primarily diplomacy, but I have
been granted the right to use force if needed. I shall grant entry, with
open arms, to
any emissary that seek to enter my lands. Potential
allies need not fear, but strive to make haste here and seek me
out. I
am hard but fair. Never cross me, if you wish to see tomorrow's
daylight.
I am more than
willing to trade, with all races and all leaders. Under dwarves,
Dervish,
High Elves, come to me and we shall make our trade a profitable one. I
would be surprised if I cannot offer you something. 
Let the world know I am here. Only in harmony we shall prosper . - Lord Rincewind -
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Contact Rincewind at rincewind_x@hotmail.com
Verdant capital of the gnomes. Situated on a plains regions this capital is growing and growing. This article covers stories from people living in Farawayfromorl. Ha! Ho! Farawayfromorl - the place where IT happens! Ha! Me seen as cities fool. I entertain people. Me can be found in local inn. Me English not good - me better at gnomish - Holsi bakcu Saliman. Me understands you foreigner does not understand beautiful language, tagitar jano irgit! If you want me to see me telling jokes and stories come visiting inn. It is in green grove lane, house 4 from the right. My favourite stories are the tales of: "Myranda and the stone trolls", Lepelus and his encounter with Ghasthur the Lava Legion that could talk" and of course, ha! my favourite this is indeed: Papida and his flying machine! Papida was the first gnome able to fly. Engineers of Orl workshop still finding out how machine worked. Ha! Why some gnomes very smart, others stupid as a dog, hahaha! Hope to see you one day. Hello? Sorry I am not very familiar with this kind of communication. I can usually be found talking with the beasts. I am Galilurpadax the sage, call me Galil if you think my name is too long. I have been thinking for whole my life, and I can see things normal gnomes can't. Most people think I am a strange crazy fool, but I am definately not. I am intelligent, bright and a rural person. I just don't like crowds or other places where people are. If you visit the city once then don't be scared by me. I don't wash myself not very often but my feet is not that hairy. Just don't come near. Hello friend. I am Visaila. I am the wife of farmer Jackon. We have two kiddies and my and my husband are working on the fields every day. We return at night to talk with the fellow gnomes of Farawayfromorl. Or sometimes we go to the local inn to drink something and listen to Holbol the entertainer. Anyway, the life here in the town is very amusing, and many strange people from the outside world come settle in our lovely town. There aren't many people. There is one central lane - green grove lane it is called I believe. The rest of the town is small houses made of mud and bricks. The roofs are made of cow leather and feathers. There are never argues or fights in the towns - most people are working on the fields, or building houses or buildings on behalf of our wizard Krondak. Just outside our town is the castle of Krondak. Krondak doesn't reside there very often since we don't have much enemies - only Arragoth and his lava legions but they are far away. As our name also says: farawayfromorl. Any visitor is welcome in our lovely town.
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Contact Krondak at Lutz.Ehrlich@EMBL-Heidelberg.de
Long have I delayed putting my pen to the parchment, describing my mission in this world - more urgent matters concerning the immediate survival of my people against the foul minions of Arragoth have taken up all of my time. But now, in a moment of quiet, I have finally found some time to tell a little about myself and about my people. I am Thorin, leader of the hill dwarves encampment in the forbidding swamps of Camp Jollymount. Wizardry is not a trait particular to dwarves, which must be the reason why even my own very limited knowledge of magick arts sufficed to make me the most suitable leader (or, at the very least, the least unsuitable one) to defend our people against Arragoth's dark schemes. So, here I am... [deep thoughts...] Now, where was I? Oh yes, I was telling you about our people the hill dwarves and our role in fighting Arragoth's foul legions, errhm... lava minions, ahh.. LAVA LEGIONS, I mean... Our role is but a minor one, but in this monumental struggle all roles, however minor, are of great importance. Any wizard putting higher priority to his own glory (vainglory I daresay) than to defending our beloved world against the monstrosities of Arragoth would surely be considered an idiot even by the most slow-witted of the races on this world, the orcs. Fortunately, this world seems to be governed mostly by wize wisards, ahem... wise wizards, I mean... Now where was I? Oh yes, many of the races on our islands have all but buried old suspicions and enmities towards each other, and joined a grand alliance with the sole purpose of ridding this world of Arragoth and his minions. In this honorable quest also we, the hill dwarves of Camp Jollymount, play a minor part. The fighting still goes on, but during the last months our combined forces have successfully driven Arragoth back on several fronts, thereby greatly raising the morale of our peoples - we have shown that even a fully awakened Arragoth is not invincible. Many a battle still remains to be fought, that is beyond doubt, but for the first time in 21 months I can now allow myself the luxury of thinking about the day after tomorrow, not only about our immediate survival of tomorrow's battle. We have travelled a long way together. However long the remaining journey might ever be, I am now convinced we have a fighting chance to reach the end of that journey - together! [deep thoughts...] Now, where was I? Oh yes, together! Thorin
Contact Thorin at rwikman@ra.abo.fi
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