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The High Elves of Dilimanas has greeted the great Wizard Dimlûr as their new leader. His legendary performances on other worlds such as Kalandar(G17) and Arragoth(G21) has reached even this little town in the world of The Elven Nations. Dimlûr has many skills, and some of these are the ability to travel in time and dimensions. The Book of Legends is still not complete as to the adventures of Dimlûr in the other worlds, but the researchers find new information from time to time, about one month apart. The information as of yet are considerable enough for the High Elves of Dilimanes to accept him as a true leader. A man who will lead them to great heights and victory.
To help him in his struggle for glory, Dimlûr has assigned four assistants. His military assistant, Góndler, is man of great strength and strategic capabilities. He recruits some fine soldiers who has no other wish than to serve the great people of Dilimanas with honor. He claims that if he could only have an Archery Range, he will give Dimlûr a great army of the finest archers. Miranda is his magic assistant, even though she should be considered his pupil. She has still much to learn, and are constantly reminding Dimlûr that he should build Libraries, Sage's Guilds and a Magic College to advance her, and her apprentices learnings. Head of the economics is a man called Gárf. He takes his job very seriously, and lives by the ancient saying "A penny saved, is a penny earned." He has a vision, that if only he could get the people happy enough, the people won't care about how high the taxes are. And last, but not least, he has assigned Doriân to be his political advisor. He has nothing but peace in mind, and will do everything in his power to make his allies safe and happy. Every ally will be treated as an equal, and he works closely with Góndler to make sure his allies borders, as well as our own, are safe and strong. But make no mistake. Dimlûr is the man in charge, and the people of Dilimanas know this. They will do whatever Dimlûr sees fit without any questions, because they know he will lead them to heaven, and a place among the gods.
When Dimlûr first arrived at this small city, he gathered the people around him. He collected every one of the 300 peasants from their small farms, and the 50 Militia who was currently protecting the small castle. To tell the truth, the High Elves of Dilimanas had lived in peace for so long, that they had never had any use for the aid of military troops. To call the 50 farmers, dressed in leather and with a "sword" not much bigger that a butcher knife, military troops would be exaggerating. Dimlûr saw the need to do something about this.
"Great people of Dilimanas! My name is Dimlûr, and I have arrived at your calling." A look of confusion and buzz of voices spread out through the people. A few seemed to stare in amazement, as if he was a legend come true. And that was not far from the truth, actually. "It has not been an formal request, but if you search your minds, you will know I'm right. These last few months you might have noticed a feeling that something is not right. You might have begun to question your existence, and a desire to know more about the world outside this little town." The looks changed from confusion to wonder, and the crowd went still. "I am a man of great knowledge, and I know some things you only believe to be legends and fairytales. Most of you should know about The Elven Tomes of Old, and some of you might know the story about the Chosen Ones." He got a few nods. "I know for a fact that you are one of the Chosen, but that is not enough. Only the greatest and most dominant of the Chosen Ones will be selected to reside with the gods. I will help you get there." Most likely the people didn't understand what he was saying, but he was saying it with such great confidence that they got carried away, and some of them started cheering. And then some other joined them, and then the rest. Dimlûr let them cheer for a while, before he continued. "It will take us some time to get there, but if we all work hard together, we shall soon be well on our way. First of all we need to start creating a city of this little town." The people once again looked at each other in confusion, obviously not understanding what he was talking about. What more could they need? "We need to start exploring our surrounding regions, and get in touch with other High Elves. " Now there was even more confusion. Other High Elves? Was that possible? After a while longer with Dimlûr speaking to them, the people gave up on understanding, and only had one thing in mind. A place in heaven. Somehow they knew he was telling the truth, and they were eager to do has he commanded. Most of the Militia started marching through the unknown forests without any paths or roads to guide them. He would have to do something about that, Dimlûr thought to himself. But there was so much to do, and so little resources. He would have to make careful plans, and make every last stone and piece of wood last. There was not much to waist. Some of the peasants returned to their farms, since the people of Dilimanas would need lots of food to maintain their growing empire. The rest of them started building some small buildings. All of them had a look of satisfaction, and was working with a new meaning in life. They knew this was the start of a new era, and they knew that if they worked hard enough, they would eventually get to heaven.
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VISIONS OF THE PAST/PRESENT My sleep seems to meld into my wakeness, as my body seems to think it is the right form in the wrong world or I'm above the surface but I'm actually below. And too often I believe that I'm in deep caverns with others or floating high above the lands with large chests and wagons or participating in orc blood feasts. And my need for the taste of blood grows by the hour and I must admit that the urge is not for that blood from the deformed alien races. Perhaps it is time to consider that of our tall distant kin who dwell on the surface as a readily available source or even errant neighbours. As I seem incapable of preventing these dark feelings it must be pushing me towards the path I cannot resist, which hopefully shall led to enlightenment. And yet these strange feelings and visions help me see the truth behind the emissaries of 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. |
THE AWAKENING ONCE it was told of a great elven empire in the third turning of the Age of the Wheel, where under the rule of the Great and Just Treelocking the Green all people's prospered, especially those of a likeness to the leader. But soon favouritism grew amongst the clans and it was here that today's seeds of discontent can be traced. In this setting the ruthless soon gained an upper hand over the wise and just, giving no quarter for race or tradition. Those of the surface seemed to believe it their right to do so (for which maybe they could be forgiven for their dillussions if they were not so cruel) and there were those that sought power at all costs, even from their own. Soon the prosperous rule of all was replaced by the control by the few for the few and many were banished from their homelands. And so I believe I have been Awakened now to uphold my duty to restore the glory to the bloodlines of Gua Clan (and other just clans) back to their rightful place of prominence within the royal household, even at the expense of my fellow kin if they deem it to be so. I swear that by the second cycle of the moon the mighty shall decend (even though it is likely to be mostly an ascent) upon the world to hold all to account for their deeds of the past, and unleash the power 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. |
THE BOILING CAULDRON A New Urgency has began to pervade the caverns of our known world and the distant repetative echoes of the same thoughts can be heard by the old wise ones of the Inner Council. They urge me to follow this path temporariy even though it is undeniably wrong and against the elements. The caverns have become a hive of activity since my return. But how am I to fight what has been ordained, to restore justice to the world which was taken by the evil? My path seems to be moulded in rock already so there is little hope for pity to those who may come to me in the age to come. A sad lose of life I'm afraid. Already those worthy of retaining or regaining their rightful place in the world of my brothers of dark have been welcomed with the open arms that they deserve. They are well known and respected by the core of the Inner Council of Uganthon. The evil desires of the young blood within our ranks has been utilised so that even now it has began to pervade our small settlement to provide the strength we shall need to see through this endevour. But I must watch closely their formation of minor cults to meet their needs and at the same time admire their stoic resolve. All that is sure is that those who have chosen to join me on my path to doom or glory have accepted their paths with a true resolve that shall be equalled by my own. And again I must feel for those mortals whom dwell near our realms and have been led astray by their evil masters as they are sure to fall under the true spell all to soon. May those who fall be returned to live their next life under the true path. |
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The OrderAs darkness fell, Priestess Makk barely nodded her head. The order was given.She closed her eyes for a moment of reflection. Her mother's face immediately appeared. "You will be strong tonight," predicts her mother. "The Glass has told me so. But, you will suffer. Many souls will be taken to the Other Realm during this battle. Indeed, you will lose many that are close to you. Priestess Quintark will not return." A small gasp escaped from Makk's lips at the mention of her most loyal friend. Seven months and four days earlier, Quintark deftly slipped a daggar into the ribs of Senstur and turned it hard. Makk never learned how Quintark knew of the assassin that was sent from the House of Fariz. The poison found on Senstur was also found in the Roast Boar that was being served that evening. How close Fariz had come to destroying her House! "Yes, my dear, absorb that anger," her mother continued. "Feel that pain well up inside your gut. Know that you will never say farewell to that one person who saved your soul. Know that you will never see her face in your court again. Know that you will always feel empty without her companionship and advice. Know that you will spend your entire life pining for her to return from the Other Place." "The Glass is strong in its ways. You must come to understand its meaning in your life. Your will is no longer your own. The Glass will control all that you do now. You wanted victory? You will have it. You wanted power? Yes, that too will be yours. But, my precious, all things in life come at a price. And, you'll pay that price tonight." The PastQuintark's youthful appearance and manners belied her craft and wisdom. She was fiercely loyal to her own House, and would lie to, steal from, and even kill those that stood against her.Even as mere Squires in the Court, Quintark and Makk would discuss their plans to bring glory to the House of Quazipar. As Apprentices, they became more vocal with their disgust of the High Council. The High Council was all too willing to accept treaties from the neighboring Houses. Quintark and Makk knew these Agreements were not worth the parchment they were written on. They tried in vain to get the High Council to recruit more military troops, hire more mercenaries, and educate the slaves in the ways of war. On several occations, the High Council censured the young Apprentices. They were told that the only way for the House of Quazipar to survive was on the strength of its relationship with the other Houses. "Lies, Lies, Lies!" Quintark had screamed. "Don't you realize that these treaties are nothing but lies!?" That outburst cost Quintark a month's Priestess Training. But, she cared little about the punishment for she already knew more than her Priestess Mentor. There was little question that Quinark was the more intelligent of the two. She was also more daring, more cunning, and better looking. But, Makk had the charm and the leadership. With her eloquent speech, she could lead a crowd of Elves anywhere she desired. She could win over the hearts of the High Council and was usually responsible for reducing the punishment inflicted on Quintark for her fiery temper. Following rather different paths -- Quintark with her mind, Makk with her personality -- they were given the Priestess title within weeks of one another. Now, they could begin the real work of their plan. The current High Council was certainly a lost cause. So, the pair had been preparing several Elder Apprentices for the new responsibilities they will soon have on the High Council. Slowly, one by one, members of the High Council started having accidents -- mostly fatal ones. Whispers around the Court pointed the finger at Fariz, the neighboring House that had most recently entered into treaty with Quazipar. The rumors were an unexpected, but very helpful, part of the plan. The two had wanted to start an attack on Fazir anyway, and what could be better than having the populace on their side from the beginning? The GlassWith the new Elders on the High Council, there was little question that Makk would be appointed as High Priestess. While Quintark was mildly jealous that she would never have the vaulted position, she knew that it was best that Makk hold the title. Quintark would wield plenty of power over the House regardless of any appelation attached to her name.The plan was progressing, but not nearly as quickly as the two had hoped. In a rare moment of weakness, Makk's confidence wavered. She sought the advice of her exiled mother. Makk distracted Quintark with some ridiculous details that would keep her busy for hours that evening. Telling no one, Makk escaped to the high ridge to the south. "I knew you'd come," said her mother. "Come, sit by me for a while." The two discussed many things. And, after only a short while, the mother and daughter seemed to be enjoying themselves. But, each knew the real purpose of the visit. Her mother stepped to the other room and emerged again with The Glass. Makk had only heard of the legend, and was surprised to discover that the object really did exist. "Great powers it holds," started her mother. "Great demands it makes." With the minutes ticking by, her mother could only tell Makk a brief story of The Glass. Having heard all she thought she needed to hear, Makk took The Glass from her mother and prepared to leave. In her hands, The Glass felt warm and comforable -- as if it truly belonged to her and her alone. Her mother saw the changed expression on her daughter's face and cackled. "Yes, my dear, it does feel right, doesn't it? The Glass will be strong in your possession. Now, begone with you!" Makk's dagger practically unsheathed itself and effortless slit her own mother's throat. Her mother had a slight smirk on her face as she fell to the floor. Makk could not believe her own eyes. It happened too quickly for her to realize what she had just done. "Have I just killed my own flesh and blood!?" Makk asked aloud. She looked down at The Glass, which was now glowing briliantly. Deeper and deeper she peered in to the object. For a mere moment or two, The Glass showed Fariz assembling her Priestesses and Generals. A battle plan was being drawn up. Troops were milling about around the encampment. "I recognize that place!" Makk said. "They are but a short distance away! I must hurry. We must be prepared!" The Gates"Priestess Makk! Priestess Makk!" The voice seemed distant even though the soldier was screaming in her ears. "The gates have fallen. What do we do?""Go inside, you fool! Go inside! Tell Quintark to lead her troops inside!" The look on the soldier's face told Makk immediately that The Glass had spoken the truth. "Darceikon!" Makk cried. "Lead the invasion! 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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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With this Stone he suck out my life
force like a vampire drinks the blood of his victim. He Left my body
for the vultures. The only thing that remained of 'me' was my spirit
inside his evil brain and the only thing that I could do was to talk
to him in times when he was very exhausted. This way Raistlin was able
to use my wisdom to battle the goddess of darkness herself and to
nearly become a god himself. But in the end his evil desire for power
brought death to the whole world. In the last moment before his final
victory which would have ment final destruction to Abanasinia I -being
the tiny voice inside his head- was able to convince Raistlin that he
would gain nothing by destroying everything. Nobody can rule if there
is nothing left to rule, or? So finally he abandoned his lifetime goal
of becoming a god to rescue the world. He spared the Queen of Darkness
who already lay beaten before his bloody boots and stopped all
aggressions. However, the Dark Queen was never known for her
friendliness. She threw Raistlin into prison to torture him for all
eternity by ripping his body apart every morning and healing him again
in the evening. That was where I came to life again. My actions were
noticed and as a 'reward' all my powers were taken from me. The Dark
Queen put my spirit into a new body, casted a spell called
'Dimensional Jump' and threw me into this sealed hole called the 'Dark
Caverns'. Her last words for me still echo inside the dark underworld
that now is my home: 'NEVER COME BACK!' Well, my Queen, this is
exactly what I intend to do...
This is how I
arrived here. A weak human that only had a few spells left under
hordes of vicious, bloodthirsty Orcs. However, I was lucky because the
Orcs here have been humbled in the Purification Wars. Their banishment
from the major areas of the underworld has lead to much bitterness
among them. A bitterness that a wise leader can use for his own goals.
This way I was able to kill their leader with the last spells left in
my memory. The leader I killed was another human with the name
'Mordeth'. He really thought he could come near to my spellcraft
skill. Stupid fool! Now he is a dead fool...
