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Welcome to the Ice Forest - Esteemed
Captial of the High Elves of Equilibria.
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Greetings Fellow Wizards - Welcome to the Ice Forest. Feel free to
gather a fur from the inn and snuggle up against the encroaching cold.
I lead my Elves in sad times - We Elves prefer the warm spring sun
shining through the trees, the foliage green and lush and the game
plentiful - and so it was years ago. But climatic changes have wrought great
destruction to our once abundant forest. The polar caps are moving south and
the bitter snow has all but overrun our fair home, but we elves are as
stubborn as our ancient enemies the dwarves and will not give up on our
homeland. We set aside our enemity with the Hill Dwarves and have set about
transforming what was a winter wasteland into a forest of stalagmites and
glades of icy wonders. The frozen statues of our heros stand tall amongst
the chill of the Northern winds and our people are adapting rapidly to our
new atmosphere. Where our hunters once stalked deers, we now stalk caribou
and ice bears. Likewise our Warriors have made themselves one with this new
Ice wonderland, blending with the surroundings like shadows in darkness, our
archers filling the skies with Ice Arrows - just as deadly as our wooden
death, but with the heat of the dying body it leaves little or no evidence
of what brought upon such a savage death.
Having been forced to fall back whilst we adapted to these changes we
lost much territory. We now seek to reclaim our ancient homelands from those
who now illegitimatly dwell on them. We move outward, looking to become a
force in Equilibria as we once were, desperatly hunting our past glories and
to once again show the races that the Elves are truly blessed ones of the
Gods. We also hear word that sightings have been made of the Lost Ones,
Elven kin both dark and light who roam the world. May a prosperous future
see a reuniting of lost kin and a reforging of Ancient Bloodlines.
I look forward to meeting the many leaders of this broken world in an
effort to restore it to its former glory. We take pity on those lesser races
and extend the glorious hand of Elven Friendship to any who wish to take it.
But don't take our sweet words and beautiful looks for granted - for whilst
we are pleasing to the eye we are also deadly, striking hard and fast at any
who seek to use us or betray us. Treat us fair and you will recieve like
treatment.
I will leave you to explore - if you want more information then please
go to my information
center or contact me via my
ambassador. I look forward to hearing from you in the near future.
Goodwill and Peace to your people
JustOne - Elven Warleader and Sage
Contact JustOne at jfrick@optusnet.com.au
*ouch* The world spins - I _should_ have left that 'clone spell' untried...
[Which world ? Which I ??]
-Sir, are you all right? Sir?? [*splash!*]
-All right, all RIGHT - I _am_ all right [if you stopped splashing my face with
that abominable liquid called water when all it wants is a good old Scotch on
the rocks - correction, make that OFF the rocks and straight down my throat!]
but please tell me where I am *this* time!?
-This world is called Equilibria, sir!
[If it is supposed to be in equilibrium, how come it still spins before my very
eyes? Hmm, make that "weary eyes" - better yet, make it "very weary eyes"...]
-Sir, I am terribly sorry about the inconvenience, but we have a real emergency
here, and we simply HAD to summon an experienced wizard as soon as possible?!
[*sigh* If you ended up with me, it must be a dire emergency indeed - getting
stuck with a clone of a clone of a clone means all originals must be busy
elsewhere...]
-OK, I'll be ready in a minute - hmm, make that 42 minutes just to be on the
safe side... I need to be alone for some time to... ehh... meditate...
*grumble* If only this darn world would stop spinning... What I need now is a
good old-fashioned transmutation spell - maybe the one from my old homeworld
will work here too.. *ZAP* Ahh, it does!! This Scotch is the best I have poured
down my throat since I got stuck on Earth some clones ago... Well, at least the
world has stopped spinning, but now my head is spinning instead... *hic*
[41 minutes later...]
Well, good old Alodar (or newly cloned Alodar, does it really matter...) is
more or less fit for fight again! Guess I had better find out what kind of
emergency that fellow was talking about - somehow I seem to sense an odd
familiarity in the vibrations of magic... I really do get the strangest feeling
of deja vu (or deja clone ?) around here...
Not to speak of... CLAUSTROPHOBIA !!! I must definitely have a serious talk
with the Wizard's Union about renegotiating my contract so I get the right to
refuse assignments to the Underworld !! How COULD I be so stupid as to sign it
in the first place?? Hey wait, it wasn't me, it was the original Alodar who
signed it - much good that that will do me just now... Hey but wait a little
more, it is the original Alodar who suffers from claustrophobia, so maybe it is
not so bad for his cousin thrice removed, or rather recloned... One more sip of
that transmuted liquid and I might actually feel (almost) comfortable... *HIC!*
-Sir?! 42 minutes passed 43 minutes ago!?! We really DO have a serious
emergency situation here - our previous wizard simply disappeared...
-Oh, did he have claustrophobia too?
-No sir, his name was Nimbet, not Claudia Schiffer, but PLEASE could you come
with me now, sir?! There is no time to lose - this world has been in stasis
for three weeks now, and the other wizards are beginning to get really pissed
off - quite literally, sir! Imagine being in stasis for three weeks and no
chance to empty your bladder during all that time *shudder*
-OK, let's get moving then... Could you fill me in on the situation while we
are walking - hey, where to?
-We are on our way to the magic college in Huge Cave, the best endowed in the
whole Underworld if I may say so myself, sir... ?!
-Alodar the Apprentice is the name, lad!
-OK, sir Alodar, this is the situation...
[44 minutes and some miles later]
-Thank you for the briefing, pal! Time for me to go to work then - it seems
your library is quite well Scotched, err.. stocked...
-Good bye for now, sir Alodar, and good luck!
If luck had anything to do with it, I wouldn't be here in the first place
*grumble* Well, no point in further grumbling - let me see... Ahh, this title
looks promising:
"A Short Introduction to the Foundations of Magick in the Lands of Equilibria".
(Why ARE they calling it Equilibria when it is constantly spilling, ehh...
spinning? Well, maybe they'll explain even that in the book...)
"A short introduction" - that sounds good! I like them short and snappy - wait,
what says the fine print...
"Volume I of XLI"...
*sigh* Now where did I put my glasses... [Hey, that doesn't sound quite right -
XLI ??? Well, maybe it has something to do with what the lad said about this
being a test world or something - you cannot expect just EVERYTHING to be
perfectly right, right?]
Contact Alodar the Apprentice at rwikman@ra.abo.fi
The netherworld, a place of illusion and weightlessness. Dreams
only exist here. Archimedes, an ancient wizard, existed here.
Too long had he been in this limbo. Too long had he waited for
the opportunity to touch and feel a "real world". It was only
a matter of time.
An ethereal door had appeared. A figure stumbled through. It was
Gandalf, a wizard known to Archimedes. Gandalf was fleeing a world
for some unknown reason nor did he even have time to discuss it as
the door would remain open for only so long. Archimedes had only
seconds to run for the door but took a quick glance at an exhausted
Gandalf. Gandalf was smiling - Archimedes faded into the door between
worlds and wondered.
A jungle full of life. Birds, reptiles, insects. Archimedes took his
first real breath of air. It felt good even though the humidity and
heat were both high. Archimedes used his legs again and began to
wander. He felt the presence of magic in this world - powerful magics.
"Damn. I want to be supreme in a world." thought Archimedes.
The sounds of the jungled quieted. It was obvious he was being watched.
He waited and pondered some spell, just in case. A tall woman garbed
in animal skins and carrying a spear exited into a clearing to confront
him. Archimedes tried to judge her intentions by her piercing eyes.
Her head nodded and six more of the tall women stpped from the jungle
into the clearing. They were clad in very little and one carried a
net. All seemed very determined. Archimedes dug one of his scrolls
out of his bag of magics but it was too late! The net flew over his
head and was pulled back bring him to his back on the soft soil.
"A MAN!", the Amazons screamed. Fear grabbed Archimedes as they began
to tear at his clothes. He expected that spear to be thrust into him
at any time. His fear soon dissipated as he realized that it was not
his death that they wanted...
Contact Archimedes at daniel.sundre@wcom.com
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Jar Hal strikes back
The great orc god Moogh came to me. He said: "VROQ, YOU
WILL BE THE ONE TO
LEAD THE ORCS TO VICTORY". That message was very clear to me. I will
conquer all the
fertile lands that belong to us. They cannot stop uz orciz boyz! HA!
HAHAH! We will eat
women and cook children, and enslave the men. To work in our stone
mines. That is not
evil as they say. Because they are all made to serve the great orcs.
We will ally the other orcs on this world and form the great
civilisation the world
has been waitig for. So let 'hem lay down their weapons and accept our
superiority.
Of course, maybe we do need some of those elves for delicate magick. But
they always
stay in their caves. We don't see them at all then, so we are the true
only masters of
the ground.
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The
typical or is a strong, sturdy and impulsive creature. The orcs of Jar
Hal are known for
their ferocity. They have a healthy population, because all the weak
orcs are in front
of fights and and the strong ones survive. Also, the leaders of the orcs
of Jar Hal have
a strict policy for multiplication. All the fertile women are being
impregnated by the
strong fighters who are oming back from battles. In fact is some sort of
reward for them.
Of course it is only natural that the stronger ones get the women,
because they smash away
the weaklings when going for the woman. The orc women do like a orcman
hot of sexual fury
the most.
The orc children learn the fight from the older man. The girls also
learn to please
a man. Only a few orcs proove to be intelligent as well as strong. Those
orcs become
clan leader like Vroq Thurack and do also learn of magick. They are
helped by the shamans,
old orc wise men.
When the orc ranks are full and the land is not enough to provide new
food, the orc break
out and conquer new lands. Sometimes the tribe splits up.
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A red dragon is worshipped only just a little less than
the orc god Moogh
himself. Vroq Thurack rides a red dragon himself. The dragon is called
Yggdrasil and has
proven himself a save for his life several times, but also the other way
'round. Vroq is
very impressive riding Yggdrasil and most enemies already surrender
before the fight when
they see him on his huge mount.
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Equilibria was always a world which was very balanced, no
strong party,
no true ruler. That time is over now. The orcs will rule he world, maybe
assisted by some
others, but the orcs will be very important. That has all to do with the
great leader
Vroq Thurack! Hail Vroq Thurack, the great leader, descendant of Moogh,
the true GOD.
It is so evident that Vroq is only waiting for the submission of all
other races.
Vroq's revenge for the orcs will be short and painful, so be ready for
it, HHAAAHHHARRGH.
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Contact Vroq Thurack at jduyvesteyn@yahoo.com
Beast
Nardel
- Equilibria
This is the era of Wizards. The powers of the past have felt in decay and
only the history of their strength and some old relics and places remain on
the world of Equilibria.
In the pits of the underworld the ancient Race of Dark Elfs still rules
with a strong hand. Magical flow are now being rediscovered, and mages
start leading nations into war for surpeme rulership. The most powerfull
Dark Elf warlock of all times Beast Nardel, returned to his place of birth
just in time to start building Dark City into the leading nation of
Equilibria.
At this moment coulds of Darkness are again spreading out from Dark City,
to increase the influence of the evil dark elf race. Innocent minds of the
surrounding population are infected by the chaos and megalomanic thoughts
of "The Beast". All those who resist the power of the dark side will be
cast aside and replaced by more productive beings. It is expected that in a
short matter of time armies will be rising from the underworld towns once
again. After that the Elfs will try to hold on to the hectic tides of war
that is doomed to break out on Equilibria. Hopefully the army of Beast
Nardel can be trained in time before they are drawn into conflict.
- Beast Nardel Appears to Dark
City
The inhabitants of Dark City have been restless for several months now. New
nation have been raised over the last weeks, with leaders who claim to be
able to learn the magic of the past. They were wondering if they should
involve them in the global friction of possible confrontation and try to
keep hold to their domain of control, even if that meant war that could be
fought against the ancient magic.
At the time they were about to hold a meeting to make their final decision,
an elf came walking in. A dark elf, or rather some crossing between a
Beast, a monster from Hell, and a Dark Elf. At first nobody recognized him,
but when he introduced himself as Beast Nardel, some of the very old elves
got a twinkle of recognition in their eyes. They dug up an old book
describing the most powerfull warlock of all ages, named Beast Nardel. He
could travel from dimension to dimension from time to time, and would then
focus on the control of the magical flows in that dimension and lead the
race of Dark Elf into victory. Consuming light and created coulds of evil.
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Beast Nardel welcomes you in the pits of Dark City. Don't hesitate to come
forward if you of any value to the Beast.
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Contact Beast Nardel at mandatar@dds.nl
Welcome to Astral Heaven!
The slowly shifting clouds slowly part to reveal shining white walls, tall
towers, and behind them, a bustling city. This is the mystical home of the
Sand People. The city gates stand open to welcome any traveler who managed
the great feat of actually finding this place. Few do, but all those who
come here are welcomed. Guards in shining armor let you pass the gates and
enter the main street, which directly leads to the market square. The Sand
People have truly wondrous items to sell, magical gadget, cut and uncut
gems, shining starlight captured in small glass spheres, to take with you
as a souvenir. The people are mostly clad in flowing robes, and you see
very few weapons with them. This seems to be a peaceful town, whose
inhabitants have found their way of living and adhere to it.
In the center of the city stands a tall castle, pennants flowing from high
towers, gems shining from magically reinforced walls. Here you finally can
see weapons, mostly magical, in the hands of the soldiers guarding the
keep. Within this place, so the city dwellers tell, lives a wizard of
tremendous power. He has appeared only a short time ago, and promised to
lead the Sand Poeple now that they again need a king in these more
troubled times. For the astral space had been shaken up by a series of
quakes, the links to the sister plane destroyed. Words have been mumbled
about war, even the peaceful dwellers of Astral Heaven have heard dark
rumours. And so the people quietly readies itself, preparing defenses, and
sending out scouting parties.
The great wizard Osan'gar, you read on a proclamation, welcomes all who
come in peace, allies or trading partners. To those, however, who come as
invaders - your bodies will never even be found in the swirling mists of
the astral space.
You walk on, continuing through the city of wonders, finding an inn where
to stay, getting drunk on moon wine or on that magical drink called
Starshine, or making a visit to the famed library which stands next to the
marketplace. Everywhere, you continue to see new wonders, small, in
everyday, offhand matters, or larger, like the tower being erected in the
center of the city. One thing you notice above all; hope. Hope that Astral
Heaven may endure the coming times and enter a new age of prosperity.
Contact Osan'gar at aweinzinger@yline.com
PLAYER 7 - TYM
No Blurb Submitted As Yet.
Contact TYM at tym1@mediaone.net
The High Elves of
Faor
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The People
Ruled by the Elven
Prince,
Lord Araxus, the High-Elves of Faor inhabit the bitterly cold and
remote
region of Cold Forest near the arctic climes of the north pole of
Equilibria. A harsh life, they fiercely patrol and protect their
homeland despite its inhospitable attitude towards them, bringing
disputes
and conflicts with nearby clans of Hill Dwarves on an ongoing-basis,
and
leaving them little to no contact with the indifferent tribes of
Icelanders dwelling further north into the arctic
wastes.
The
History
Separated
ages ago from their kinsmen by the devastation of the Chaos Wars, the
High
Elves of Faor long for the return of peaceful contact with their
brethren,
the High Elves of Hun Wei, of what is now Ice Forest. Though
much of
the ancient civilization of High Elves has been sundered, many
cultural
rights are maintained in the hope that one day all the High Elves may
be
reunited, leaving the Faorians with a deep respect for the ways of the
druids who aided in taming the wild magics of the High-Elves. Today,
the Faorian High-Elves live in fear of the olden times of the Chaos
Wars,
having paid a heavy price in exacting vengeance upon the Chaos Lord of
Old. They surreptitiously explore their domain, searching for
the
lost remnants of druidic knowledge to aid in healing the wounds of
their
land, for the bitter coldness of the forest isn't due to natural
phenomenon,
but rather was submerged into an unnatural Ice Age as a result of the
chaotic magic released by the druids ages ago. Deeply
spiritual, while at first apprehensive towards outsiders, early
mistrusts
can be overcome with the Faorian High-Elves, though is hardest for
those
races of ancient animosity with elves, chiefly orcs, and the other
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The
Guardianship
With
changes coming to the world and the rumored gathering of powerful
wizards
who seek to locate and control the ancient druidic magic of old, the
High-Elves of Faor have grown even more wary and nervous. Search
efforts are being scaled up in a desperate attempt to locate these
ancient
mysteries first in order to end the Ice Age which has descended from
the
sins of the father and sundered the two elven nations apart.
Those
suspected of trespessing through Cold Forest in search of stealing
these
mysteries are never heard of again. Anybody who could aid the
High-Elves in recovering this lost magic however would forever gain
the
indebted gratitude of the High-Elves, bonding an eternal and
unbreakable
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 The
Preparation
In
preparation for the coming of the wizards, High Lord Araxus, Prince of
the
Faorian Elves of Cold Forest, has ordered the awakening of the ancient
dragon hatcheries to protect the homeland of the elves. Those
seeking conquest against Cold Forest will be confronted by an army of
Ice
Drakes, ready to encase them in a tomb of ice forever. Only a
fool
would risk such a venture, and the wise would value such a powerful
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Contact Lord Araxus at jeffv@exchange.microsoft.com
PLAYER 9 - Ash
Dervishmen of the City of Seven Skies
The skies stretched out ahead on the astral plane of Jelonger.
Fenix trained his eyes on the nearby terrain, looking out for the
sandpeople newly come to the plane and now living in what is known as Spy
City. For all his skill, he could never say when one of their scouts would
jump up and launch into a most amazing tirade at him, and then promptly
disappear. For that matter, for all the talk, where on the planes was this
fabled city! Insane mission this was. All the other frontrunning scouts
had been given their orders to entreat with the surrounding peoples,
nothing like spotting the lumbering minotaur towns, or elegant high elf
vistas, but Spy City! It was like looking for a mirage! Giving up on the
futility of it all, fenix leapt up and strode through the shire, sticking
out like a Minotaur in a crowd of gnomes as he walked through the
featureless astral terrain. He unhitched his flask of goodly spirits,
and took a long drag. Maybe if he got so completely sloshed, he may at
least start seeing that which is impossible to see while sober!
Soon war would disturb the peaceful astral planes, and Ash
determined to see the profits! Alas, the people of the city of the
Seven Skies was on the verge of collapse. With the destruction of the
link to the astral plane of Terger, trade had crumbled, and the City
was on the verge of bankruptcy. With the last in the coffers, and
dervish mercenary volunteers wide and far flocking to the prospects
of a rich cut, the army ranks were swelled, and scouts were sent out
to entreat the local civilizations. With their aid, and a baggage
train of dervish traders several miles long, the dervish hosts
set forth, bent on the profiteering of conquest, and re-establishment
of old trade links!
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Ash of Ganthorian
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Contact Ash at stonier@deakin.edu.au
No Blurb Submitted As Yet.
Contact Chameleon Assassin at marcus@tdw.se
Slumber Hills
Welcome to Slumber Hills, come in and make
yourself comfortable. I don’t know what
you have heard of us here but I expect it has all come from the "Big
Folk"!
Well
I tell you, you shouldn’t believe all that is said by their kind. Lie
very often
they do and make up the rest when it suits them, so sit down and listen to
the truth
about us folk that lives hereabouts.
Firstly we ain’t lazy. That proper riles me when I hear it said. We may
not run
about like elves or work
ourselves
ragged like dwarves but I
tell you we do what
is needed and can put on a fair turn o’ pace when it suits us! True we
may like
the finer things in life, things best enjoyed sitting down in the warm and
dry,
but there is a lot more to us than eating, drinking and smoking. For a
start
the busiest kitchens in the world I daresay you would find in this here
land.
The best cooks running around like some kind of mad things - I call that
hard
work, don’t you? Anyway I should calm myself, I can get so annoyed about
folk
saying bad things about us it sets my blood boiling. Our community may be
small
but we have plans, big plans (on a hobbits scale of things anyway) and we
are
as determined to do well as any!
What else is there? We are smaller than others I grant you that, but like
my
old ma used to say "best things come in small packages"! I seen a
gnome once
anyway and I tell you he wasn’t a giant neither that’s for sure… But I
reckon
that is the only thing people have said about us that is true and any fool
could tell you that anyway!
We don’t like fighting too much. Not ‘cause of the effort mark you, but
it
is a terrible thing for folk to die for some others ideas about one thing
or
the other. We have had our share of fighting in years gone by and it
takes
a terrible toll on the people. Kiddies don’t come along too often you see
and many a mother has pined away to nothing for a dead son. That’ll be
the
reason why we only fight when absolutely necessary and God help any one
who
drives us to that ‘cause we can be demons on a battlefield I tell you. No
doubt about it though we prefer peace and friendship afore war and
enemies!
We welcome peaceful visitors to our lands and trade and talk are a couple
of
the very best things in life in my book. A helping hand and a few friends
are
just what you need by and large and we are always willing to help a
friend, so
if you feel like coming by sometime just let us know. I'm sure you would
like
our little town and the tables are always full around here. Come along
and
bring a song if you know any and don't worry if you don't because we can
always
find you one!
P.S. Ask for me if you like, the name is
Thomas Fineholme
, I'd be more than happy to introduce you and show you
around.
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Contact The Survivor at shinano@hotmail.com
No Blurb Submitted As Yet.
Contact Lord Steelmind at marcus@tdw.se
THE TREES OF
ALL
VISIONS OF THE PAST/PRESENT
Once again I, Sirikul, last brother ruler of the Gua Clan of the Wihandaeng
People of the Fourth Age of the Wheel find the the wheel of
time has led me to a new dwelling and body, deep within the jungles of
Equilibria. And so I feel that soon I shall reach the full circle I desire
to be raised above all like godlings into the arms of our creators for
ever. But mMy mind wonders more than ever as I try to focus my
conciousness on this, as it pulls me in numerous other directions, without
considering the flashbacks too.
My demeanour seems much more at ease now, and also my need for the taste
of blood has been quenched in part so that I need not crave it anymore.
Perhaps it is time to consider that those other creatures around my realm
are not of an immediate threat and may even accompany me on my journey of
conquest (a strange feeling indeed) towards the path to enlightenment.
Again 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.
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THE RISE OF SIRIKUL
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(according to Ryle Beegh
the Scribe)
A lone
figure emerged in the morning
from the northern shores of the Jungle of the Light in the age of the
settlement of lands. Some say there was no vessel for his passage and
there are those that say he rose from the ground. He is surely no amazon
or being from the jungle that we ever saw. Whatever the truth it is now
known by all that the begining of a new age of the amazons is destined to
begin with the growth of deeper woods on the south shore. It has been
prophecised that he whom comes with the dawn shall hold the hands of the
amazons on their next quest to greatness and who are we to go against the
legends of the Hintey Forest Mage. He has lived for many centuries after
all and claims to be a teacher of the druids (but that is hard to
beleive).
But how is he to regain this glory, in peace or war? The path seems
like always inter twinned with those around us and not moulded in rock. So
we hold out great hope to those who may come to us in the age to come.
Needless to say that there will always be a sad lose of life I'm afraid. A
pity. For those that shall not see the full glory of the amazons again.
And yet it is not too late for others to send emassaries to our gates in
the hope that he shall listen to your tales of brotherhood, trust and
glory. One can but hope he has room in his own plans to listen to those
(but rest assured our abundance of food shall ensure that they do not end
up in the cooking pots, as likely to occur in the orcish camps). It is
sure our large forests and nearby deserts shall produce enough to allow us
to share our wealth with our partners, in part at least.
All that is sure is that those who have been chosen by the "Great One"
to join us on the path to doom or glory have accepted their paths with true
resolve that shall be equalled by our 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.
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Contact Sirikul at valkrob@mozart.inet.co.th
Valerien's Report on the Hill Dwarves Nation
Once Again:
A bright flash of light ripped through the night, revealing the surrounding
towers of rock and rolling hills. Quickly Valerien stepped through the portal
and took in his new surroundings with a faint glimmer of hope in his eyes.
While
had run into some hard times on previous worlds, perhaps this world was meant
to receive him as its Lord.
Valerien had learned many things from worlds past. First of all, it seems
that despite Valerien's dedication to allies even under the most depressing
odds,
other allies seemed to turn on him whenever profit was to be gained. The
temptation
to succumb to such cowardly tactics is strong, yet Valerien will resist it. The
path of the weakling is not one for him. His steadfastness in alliances is
supported by his people, the Hill Dwarves. While his previous people, the Dark
Elves,
were constantly calling for the death of all nearby nations, the Hill Dwarves
seem to espouse a message of Peace and Prosperity over that of War. Perhaps
we will finally meet some allies worthy of that title. I certainly know I will
meet some Wizards who have been unable to keep their word in the past. What
fates will befall them is yet to be seen.
Valerien surveyed the Capitol that was beginning to emerge. The Hill Dwarves
appeared to be incredible laborers. Buildings were popping up in incredibly
short
periods of time. Perhaps there was hope yet. Across the city, young dwarves
who
had taken up the sword and crossbow in preparation for their Wizard's arrival,
marched and trained vigorously. What other military forces the Hill Dwarves
could
assemble would be discovered in time, when military might became a more
significant and relevant factor.
Having heard tales of the quality of beer that Hill Dwarves brewed, Valerien
headed down to the local tavern, the Whispering Wind. True to form, Valerien
proceeded to imbibe several beers, proudly claiming that indeed, this was
the best brew he had ever consumed. Unfortunately he did not accurately predict
the quantity of alcohol contained in these beers. As a result, several Hill
Dwarves
were required to carry Valerien up to his bedchambers, not a simple task
considering
the hundreds of stairs they were required to navigate to reach the top of the
Tower.
There, the exhausted Dwarves dropped Valerien on his bed and returned to
continue
their night of revelry, laughing in genial amusement at their "fallen" Lord.
The First Waves
Waves of Scouts were immediately sent off to the neighboring lands, in search of
fertile soil for growing the crops and the majestic forests needed to sustain
a bustling economy and growing army. In addition, tunnellers were ordered to
dig to the depths of the Underworld, to begin mining the precious minerals and
gems that lie beneath the surface of this world. The Astral Realm is still a
bit uncomfortable for the Hill Dwarves to live on, but eventually the push for
greater economic strength will require its settling.
Magick
Most important of all to Valerien was the state of magical research in these
lands. It appeared that everything that had been developed on a previous world
had been forgotten, and must be begun anew. Seeing this, Valerien called his
Master Builder, Orzel, and ordered the construction of vast libraries and
gathering
places for those inclined to the mystical arts. Magic is what wins the wars, my
friend. Mighty armies without magic to back them up are but stalks of grass
against an army bolstered by the powerful magicks I have seen.
Alliances
The Diplomat, Hulguk, was ordered to visit the surrounding lands in search of
other Wizards. Valerien hoped to indeed find allies on this world who would
remain
true to their word, although it seemed too much to hope for. Other emmissaries
departed the capitol to spread the word of the benevelonce and leadership of
their
new Commander. All those who would call themselves a friend, please contact me
at the earliest convenience.
Contact Valerien
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Tiny Castle: La
historia
Hace mucho tiempo vivía
en una hermosa colina el tranquilo pueblo de Tiny Castle. Eran
halflings y como tales eran un pueblo tranquilo que solo deseaba comer y
dormir, sus fronteras no estaban defendidas ya que ninguna amenza les
rodeaba, y sus vidas discurrían tranquila y monótonamente. Sin
embargo un día todo eso cambió. El mundo se rompió y
seres de todas las razas poblaron los caminos. Así pues la vida de
los halflings se convirtión en una continua lucha por la
supervivencia. Para defenderse mejor de los ataques de los merodeadores los
halflings erigieron una muralla. Sin embargo cometieron un fallo al realizar
esa muralla con una altura equivalente a la suya...
Así pues, los esfuerzos que realizaron para defenderse rodeandose
cn una muralla no fueron útiles, sin embargo su creación tuvo
otros efectos: llamó a alguien. La creación del muro fue un
arduo trabajo, y su posterior defensa fue aún más ardua
así como sangrienta. Estos sufrimientos atrajeron la atención
de un poderoso mago que se encontraba en el limbo: Yeilan.
Este mago, caminante de los planos tenía una parte de su mente
viajando cerca de ese planeta cuando detectó el sufrimiento de estas
gentes. Atraído por la fuerza de ese sentimiento Yeilan
tomo forma en Tiny Castle y reunió a los halflings. Les
prometió paz y seguridad, les prometió comida y circo, y les
prometió la vida. Pero todo aquello se pervirtió. Debido al
sufrimiento inherente en el mundo, Equilibria se encontraba rodeado por una
fina capa de corrupción, todo ente que atravesase esa capa era
inevitablemente corrompido y sus acciones pervertidas, por ello la
influencia de Yeilan en dicho mundo no fue la que había
deseado sino que sus acciones, generalmente benevolas, se convirtieron en
malvadas. Sin embargo aún con esas taras los halflings prosperaron
bajo la direcciópn de Yeilan y su férreo
dominio. Los halflings se expandieron, crearon ejércitos y
construyeron edificios, extendieron sus dominios por sus alrededores y se
prepararon para la próxima guerra que vendría a
continuaciñon: la guerra del exterminio.
Tiny
Castle: El presente
En la actualidad la paz reina
en Tiny Castle. La poderosa fuerza del archimago
Yeilan se puede sentir en todo su territorio como una poderosa
compulsión mental. Los halflings bajo su mando se entrenan y preparan
para la batalla, marchando continuamente por los campos que rodean
Tiny Castle. Las nuevas tácticas de
Yeilan son estudiadas por lo pocos militares halflings para
así poder aplicarlas en las batallas que comenzarán dentro de
poco. Se comienzan a realizar pruebas para atraer a todos los héroes
potenciales que se puedan unir a la justa causa de Yeilan. Se
extrae piedra y todo tipo de maderas preciosas para alimentar de materias
primas a los constructores que de forma continuada realizan ampliaciones en
las infraestructuras de la ciudad, creando posadas, tabernas, iglesias,
herrerías, barracas para los soladados, establos para los ponies... y
en general todo tipo de edificios que a continuación marcarán
la diferencia entre una economía preparada para la guerra y una
economía débil. Los aprendices de magia estudían en la
recién fundada biblioteca, bajo las órdenes directas del
poderoso archimago Yeilan se estudian e investigan nuevos y
poderosos hechizos que llevarán inevitablemente a la victoria contra
todo enemigo.
Tiny
Castle: El futuro
A medida que el tiempo pasa el
momento de la confrontación se acerca. Se reclutan nuevos guerreros y
salen mensajeros en todas las direcciones. Los halflings, un pueblo que
nunca antes ha sido guerrero se prepara ahora para la lucha. Los hombres se
entrenan mientras las mujeres cosen uniformes o preparan botas para que sus
maridos vayan a la guerra, mientras los niños corretean por las
calles jugando a orcos y halflings con espadas de madera, y por primera vez
en siglos son los que hacen de orcos los que huyen y pierden la
batalla...
Tu, viajero, que lees esto estate pues preparado, los halflings ya no son
corderos que se dejan llevan al matadero, son guereros, hombres que
lucharán por sus derechos, sus vidas y sus familias. Personas que se
sacrificarán por un bien mayor y que lucharán hasta que el
último aliento salga de su boca. Témelos si te enfrentas a
ellos, pero si vienes en son de paz, si tus intenciones son el comercio y la
prosperidad mutua, si lo que deseas es ayuda militar y eso mismo ofreces, no
dude que tus mensajes serán escuchado porque en un mundo como este no
hay nada má preciado que un verdadero aliado.
The following is the
translation made by the Tiny Castle scribes from The
Prophecies of the great Archimage Yeilan:
Tiny Castle: The
History
Long time ago the calm town of
Tiny Castle lived in a beautiful hill. They were halflings and
like such they were peacfully and only wanted to eat and to sleep, their
borders were not defended since no danger surrounded them, and their lives
ran calmly and monotonely. Nevertheless a day all that changed. The world
was broken and beings of all the races populated the ways. Therefore the
life of halflings became a continuous fight for survival. In order to defend
better from the attacks of their ennemies, the halflings erected a wall.
Nevertheless they committed a failure when making that wall with a height
equivalent to theirs...
Therefore, the efforts that made to defend themselves surrounding a wall
were not useful, nevertheless their creation had other effects: it called
somebody. The creation of the wall was an arduous work, and its later
defense was still more arduous as well as bloody. These sufferings attracted
the attention of a powerful magician who was in the limb:
Yeilan. This magician, a planeswalker, had a part of his mind
traveling near that planet when he detected the suffering of these people.
Attracted by the force of that feeling Yeilan corporised
itself in Tiny Catle and reunited the halflings. He promised them peace and
security, food and circus, and the most important, he promised life. But all
of that was perverted. Due to the inherent suffering in the world,
Equilibria was surrounded by a fine layer of corruption, all being that
crossed that layer was inevitably corrupted and its actions perverted, for
that reason the influence of Yeilan in this world was not the
one that he had wished but their actions, generally benevolent, became evil.
Nevertheless still with those taras halflings prospered under the direcction
of Yeilan and their iron dominion. Halflings armies expanded,
created and constructed buildings, extended their dominions by their
surroundings and they were prepared for the next war that would come
afterwards: the war of extermination.
Tiny
Castle: The present
At the present time peace
reigns in Tiny Castle. The powerful force of archimage
Yeilan can be felt in all its territory like a powerful mental
compulsión. Halflings under their control train and prepare
continuously for the battle, marching by the fields that surround Tiny
Castle. The new tactics of Yeilan are studied by the
few military halflings thus to be able to apply them in the battles that
will begin soon. They have begun to make tests to attract all the potential
heroes who can be united to the right cause of Yeilan. Stone
and all type of precious wood is extracted to feed on raw materials the
constructors who of continued form make extensions in infrastructures of the
city, creating wells, taverns, churches, blacksmith, barracks, stables for
the ponies... and in general all type of buildings that will mark the
difference between an economy prepared for the war and a weak economy. The
magic apprentices study in a just founded library, under the direct orders
of powerful archimage Yeilan. New and powerful spells are
developped and investigated to take the inevitably victory against all
enemy.
Tiny
Castle: The future
As the time goes by the moment
of the confrontation approaches. New soldiers are recruited and messengers
are sent in all the directions. Halflings, a people that never before have
been soldiers prepare now for the fight. The men train while the women sew
uniforms or prepare boots so that their husbands can go to the war, while
the children pursue one another by the streets playing orcos and halflings
with wood swords, and in centuries for the first time, those that do play as
orcos are the ones that flee and lose the battles...
Your, traveller, which read this missive be prepared, halflings no longer
are lambs that leave themselves take to the slaughter house, are warriors,
men who will fight by their rights, their lives and their families. People
who will sacrifice themselves by a greater good and than will fight until
the last breath leaves its mouth. Fear them if you face them, but if you
come in peace, if your intentions are the commerce and the mutual
prosperity, if what you wish is military aid and the same you offer, do not
doubt that your messages will be listened to because in a world as this
there is nothing more valuable than a true ally.
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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.
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How can we dwell solely in the sunlight,
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.
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Contact Shadowmage at Shadowmagi@earthlink.net
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Hill Dwarf
The Hill Dwarves are a race
of sub-terranean dwelling humanoids who have forged a
great society, building immense, cav-ernous subterranean
cities and waging war against the forces of chaos and
evil that seek to usurp them of their underground homes.
Long ago, the Hill Dwarves were but a race of dwarves
among many, living beneath the rolling hills and forests
beside the great mountain ranges. Other races, like the
Moun-tain Dwarves and Forest Dwarves, lived fairly
harmoniously with their racial brothers. But many years
ago, this all almost ended in the Time of Darkening, when
the Dwarves fought to save themselves from extinction at
the hands of the vile and evil Dark Elves. The Dark Elves
had started their downward spiral from grace, seeking to
sub-jugate all the ‘weaker species’. Dwarves,
seen as so low, they could not rightfully live on the
world’s surface, were the first target of this
subjugation. The Dark Elves laid waste to the great
dwarven civilizations with great ease, eliminating all
the species but for the hill dwarves. Pleas for help fell
upon the deaf ears of the other races, as none could
believe elves could do such a thing. There had long been
rivalry between dwarves and elves, some-times quite
bitter, so many felt the dwarves were once more trying to
work one of their intricate plans to ruin the elves, as
they were known to do every few centuries or so. No one
aided the dwarves, and so most of their culture died,
leaving but a few small citadels beneath the Dragon Fang
Mountains. They luck-ily survived this immense
catastrophe only due to the start of the elven civil
wars. This is what has led to the Dwarves’ dislike
of elves as they feel that the elves should have dealt
with their evil brethren from the get-go instead of
waiting until the dark ones were ready to overthrow the
surface world. Even though the dwarves seem to be an
unforgiving lot, they do eventually drop their grudges as
in the case of the Eldar Elves, who have spent many
cen-turies making reparations to the dwarves for the
actions of their evil twins. And to this day, many
thousands of years later, rumors still persist in
resurfacing, saying the lost dwarven races have been
found, scattered about the world like a fistful of leaves
on the cold autumn winds. The dwarves are a rather dour
and dull bunch, overly strict and concerned with
tradition and heritage, an obvious result of their near
extinction. They are also very career ori-ented, taking
up the profession of their forefa-thers and teaching it
to their sons. They are excellent miners and
metalworkers, turning raw ore into the sturdiest and most
well made items known, rivaling or even surpassing the
quality of similar elven goods, following a prac-tical
design approach rather than the overly artistic
production of their elven rivals.
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