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The grassy plains of Traders Point are famous for their richness in food. The Dervishes live here, tall, proud men and women of the plains, vicious fighters and freedom-loving people. But they are not famous for their fighting skills, nor for their burning desire to roam the plains freely. They excel in another realm, in trade. Trade is said to be the first word a Dervish child learns to say. Although this may be an exaggeration, it is certain that the Dervishes have traded more than any other race, and that they did so for centuries now. Their famous capital is aptly named 'Traders Point', since it is here where merchants from all over the worlds meet to trade spice, salt, wood, stone, gems and even the famous mithril against the food that is so ubiquitous in the fertile plains. As the tales of the awakening of the Fire God got more substantial from month to month, the tribes of the plains gathered to elect a leader who would guide them through the coming rough times. One of their local chieftains, a young man named Grangar, was elected. He was sent into the Magic College to learn the arcane arts. When he returned, he was changed. Not only his hair was lighter, with strands of silver in it. His expressions were harder and he looked like a man who had been foretold the future but did not like what he heard. And, he had changed his name to Miraculix. This name was chosen to express the fusion of the enigmatic nature of magic with the easy-going attitude towards life that the Dervish always practiced, the wizard said. The future of the Dervish and the plains is now in the hands of Grangar, who calls himself Miraculix. May the God of Trade hold his hand over the Dervish and their leader. ___________________________________________________________ TopMail - Jetzt kostenlos anmelden - http://www.topmail.de *** com!online: Jetzt 2 Ausgaben kostenlos testen unter *** ------- http://www.com-online.de/service/index6.html ------
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Maglie stormed into the great hall. The dwarven mage was puffing and panting as if he had run the length to the swamp and back, but no one was laughing, Maglie's face instantly told the serverity of his cause, a look of horror silenced them all. "What is wrong!?" the elders enquired. "It's too late! It's too late! He's comming!!!" blurted Maglie "Who!?" Drake the chief elder asked puzzlingly "Him, the legend, it's true" came the response "The Legend! What legend? Calm down Maglie, what are you babbling on about." said Drake calmly Maglie took a deep breath, filled his lungs with air,hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, then passed out on the floor. Drake and the rest of the elders looked at each other "Fool, he is simple a fool........will somebody please wake him up. Guard get some water." The entire bucket was thrown over Maglie and he awoke with a start. "AAhhhhhh, what, where, don't hurt me! Oh err hello Drake, sorry about that but i have to tell you. There is terrible news!! Drake looked back inquisically. Maglie looked back dripping. "Well????" Shouted Drake "Well what?" enquired Maglie "The terrible news??!!" Drake was beginning to get impatient. "Oh yes, sorry. The terrible news.......... oh yes of course, The Lord is returning from his sleep, the ruler of the land!" Maglie responded quickly "The Lord??" the elders asked "Yes Arragoth, he is awaking after centuries of sleep" A loud murrmer rushed through the great hall, peasants and nobels alike quietly all began to whisper with concern. "Quiet!! Quiet please!! Arragoth, he is but a legend! There is no such, LORD?" Drake's once booming voice now wavey and weak. "It is true, he awakens as the lands grow warm once again. He will be awake very soon and if he does, no one will survive his wraith. We must act quickly, there is no time to waist." Maglies voice grew louder with concern. Just at that moment an almightly explosion was heard some distance way. Everyone rushed outside to see a huge cloud of firey smoke bellowing out of the distant volcano. Screams began to be heard from around the town, people rushing too and fro. Panic was setting in. "Drake!!!" Maglie screamed "We have to get prepared, the Dwarven people need a leader, we have to stand and fight" Drake turned his head slowly, looked straight at Maglie and then to the elders. "He's right, the time has come, the might of the dwarven people must stand against this Evil, stand alone if forced but stand we will!" Drake turned to Sargon a huge dwarven warrior. "Sargon, summon your heroes, we are going to war!!"
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