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  • PLAYER 1 - TYM

    

    
sword

    


       
    Wonda II 
               
    

    

    
The (late) Beginning

    

    
Looking in the mirror, Wonda giggled. A whole new body she
was wearing. Still lean and willowy, but she had traded
in her wide elfin eyes and narrow features for a wider face
with and a raptorial gaze. Pale skin now wonderfully
bronzed. Sun bleached blonde hair replacing her previous
fine white mane. "Not bad" she said with a smug smile, "Time
to annoy the men of this world".

    
Now many may wonder how Wonda became the ruler of this desmesne.
The simple answer, no one else wanted the job. Sandpeople have
the amazing ability to avoid any responsibilities whwatsoever.
More than happy to engage in duels and feuds, only those who
are unlucky wind up leading the armies, or even worse, the
government. Wonda, however, having previously developed a taste
for telling me what to do, decided that she was qualified for
the position of ruler. Having made the difficult choice, 
she promptly marched up to the seat in town hall, settled
herself in and told the nearest beauracrat she was in charge.
Relieved not to see himself in the seat, he more than 
happily started obeying orders. 

    
Having taking care of the comples formality, she proceeded
to devote the agressions of her fellows toward what she liked
best, war. Such a beautiful pasttime, adrenaline pumping,
blood flying. What else could be such fun.



    

    Wonda's Feelings
    


    


      

    • 
TRADE Well, this always seems like a good idea. Especially if
we get more than what you get. I mean, as long as it helps everyone
out. Since we are living in this windblown desert, any who want to trade
for wood are welcome. We like to burn it. It is fascinating to watch
the flickering flames.

      • 

    • 
DIPLOMACY All offers of friendship are welcome. Also,
all offers of war are equally welcome. As a matter of fact, enemies
are welcome to become friends and friends are welcome to become 
enemies. Wonda enjoys the soap opera. If you wish to stay on the friendly
side, Wonda prefers to have frequent diplomats arrive at her door. 
Preferably young male and sweaty.

      • 

    • 
WAR This kind of falls under the diplomacy category, but Wonda
gets giddy just thinking about war. The thought of so many warriors
willing to march at her call just sends thrills up her spine. Even
more exciting when they are willing to die for her. She smiles just
daydreaming about it.

      • 

    • 
THE DESERT A very fine place. You can see for miles in any
direction. Unfortunately, there is not much to see other than sand
dunes. It is not a good place to get lost, though, so any who think
of invading the sands should be warned, the desert is always thirsty.

      • 

    • 
THE SANDPEOPLE Quite a fun and welcoming bunch. So courteous to
outsiders. Asking whether they want a quick death by sword or a slow
death by thirst and starvation. And always a gleam in their eye
as they strip the belongings off those foolish enough to enter the
deep desert.

    • 
OTHER RACES Wonda has her favorites, but all visitors are welcome.
She does not discriminate, but if you are an ugly race, then you may
not get as much of her attention. She does have her standards.

      • 

    


    

    

    
sword

    


    


    
Negotiations are welcome,

    


    



Wonda, High Priestess



    


    

    

    

    



    


    
Contact TYM at tym1@mediaone.net

    

  •  PLAYER 2 - Fistandantilus
    

    

    


    ...............
    

    
  
    
     
      
    
        
    
        Greetings Wizards of Kaunas
        
    
        
     
    
        
    Minotaurs
        are clearly one of the most fearsome races to face on the field of
        battle.. Their culture revolving around the warriors ensures only the
        strongest survive. Standing 8 to 10 feet tall with a bull's head atop a
        human torso they intimidate any they meet in combat. Capturing and
        breeding slaves they also accumulate an enviable supply of resources.
    
        
    
        
    
        
    First,
        let me introduce myself. My name is Fistandantilus. I am a human
        wizard that has arrived on Kaunas some weeks ago. Here is my story:
    
        
    Many
        years before my arrival here I was a fabled archmage on a world called
        'Abanasinia'. As some of you might have read in books called 'The
        Chronicles' and 'The Legends' the evil 'Raistlin Majere' took hold of my
        mind and my arcane knowledge with the help of a 'heartstone'.
    
        
    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 became 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, threw a
        spell called 'Dimensional Jump' upon me that transported me into the
        Astral Plane of the world Kaunas. Her last words for me still echo
        inside the Astral of the Bullock Minotaurs 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
        battle - trained Minotaur Nobles and their Goblin Slaves... However, I
        was lucky because the proud beings had suffered great losses during the
        last wars that hit the Astral Plane. Wars, that were able to destroy
        even the once so powerful Gems that used to be found in abundance here.
        Because of this temporary weakness I was able to kill their leader with
        the last spells left in my memory.
    
        
    
        
    Anyway,
        with their weak leader gone they had open ears to my ideas. Ideas that
        will lead the Minotaurs to victories again. Ideas that brought back
        pride to their hearts. Yesterday they chose me to be their new King.
    
        
    
        
    And here
        I sit in my tiny Castle surrounded by Minotaurs Nobles...
    
        
    Anyway,
        the Castle might be tiny, but it is also securely hidden from other
        races. This should give me the time to direct their lust for battles
        into ways that please me most.
    
        
    Also, in
        the time coming I will need the contact with other rulers to achieve my
        own goals...
    
        
    
        
    So I am
        very optimistically to be able to forge the Minotaurs in a way that
        enables contact with other races. Two weeks ago the first schools were
        finished to teach the Minotaurs some manners. Now, the first Nobles are
        ready to take their way out of the Dark Caverns seeking contact with you
        other Rulers! It is up to you out there to accept the new Minotaur
        society. A society that now lives after a strict code of honor .
    
        
    The new
        orcish society is eagerly awaiting messengers from other kingdoms. There
        is much to discuss in order to prevent misunderstandings. Especially
        messengers from our neighbors would be welcomed with a feast. If you
        want to contact me then send a messenger via the magical void that
        surrounds all worlds to the address fistan.dantilus@gmx.de
        or simply use this new feature
    
        
     
    
        
    
          
    
          
    
        
    
        
     
    
        
    Fistandantilus,
        ruler of the Bullock Minotaurs.
    
        
     
    
      
    
        		
  
    
  
    
    
      
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      If you have problems with the text above, please click here and read my
      disclaimer message !
    		
  
    

    

    written: 
    


    

    
Contact Fistandantilus at fistan.dantilus@gmx.de

    

  •  PLAYER 3 - Shadowmage
    

    

    


    

    
 

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.
    

    		
 

    

    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.
    

    


    

    
Contact Shadowmage at shadowmage@deathsdoor.com

    

  •  PLAYER 4 - Alodar the Apprentice
    

    No Blurb Submitted As Yet.

    
Contact Alodar the Apprentice at rwikman@ra.abo.fi

    

  •  PLAYER 5 - Rhaesnir
    

    

    

    Greetings
Wizards,
    


    My
name is Rhaesnir al' Hrezhar, and I have recently jumped into
this realm by magical means. I have another clone currently
residing in the Elven Nations, under the guise of Thanatos
Blackbane. This avatar of my self is currently controlling a
nation of Dark Elves on that world. 
    


    My
true body however, has been locked up within a vortex of magic
created by my former master. It has taken me centuries of
plotting and waiting for the right moment to strike, and finally
the day came. Using all of the magical power I had left I was
able to break free of the strands of power which held my soul in
incarceration, and flee to the first portal I found, which led me
to the virgin world of Kaunas. I looked from the plateau down
onto the tepid swamp below, and the small wooden castle
surrounded by tents and lean-to's. A grin spread across my face,
for I knew the race which inhabited this region well... Orcs. My
first avatar which probed the world of the Isles of Arragoth
ruled over an Underworld kingdom of Orcs, but a deceitful ally
backstabbed him and sent the Avatar back to me. Even in defeat I
had gained priceless knowledge about the Orcish society; the time
had come for me to put that knowledge into action.
    


    I
descended into the settlement and was met by a circle of Orc
peasants, armed with rudimentary tools and clubs. An ancient Orc,
his posture hunched, stepped forward and gazed at me with two
sightless eyes. "Long has my tribe waited for the coming of
the Black Sun, he that would lead us to great glory across the
seas and over the horizon. Have you come to us at
last?"
    


    I
returned his gaze with a grin. "Hrlem ishtu Nekris Sol, I
have come." At that the peasants and the old shaman knelt
before me and the sun was shining. I, the Black Sun, had risen
over Kaunas and the foretelling of the Darkness was at
hand.
    


    After
taking up residence in the small keep, I sent out scouts and
messangers to the neighboring regions, hoping to find contact
with friendly wizards. A great war is brooding and the Orcs of
Shagrag look for Wizards of similar intentions. If you wish to
contact Rhaesnir, please send a Diplomat (Dress
him up as an Orc lest some of my dim-witted followers roast him
over an open fire) and we will discuss matters in more
depth.
    

    
Contact Rhaesnir at seanchi@wt.net

    

  •  PLAYER 6 - Sleeth Ironfang
    

    No Blurb Submitted As Yet.

    
Contact Sleeth Ironfang at mccool@marshallnet.com

    

  •  PLAYER 7 - Yeilan
    

    


    



Nokia Standard Document Template





    AlīMuin: La
historia
    

    Hace mucho vivían en
tierras firmes los que ahora conocemos por los hombres de las dunas. La
guerra estaba en su pleno apogeo y se enontraron de forma involuntaria
inmersos en un conflicto que no era suyo. Los líderes de dicho pueblo
se reunieron y decidieron que había que realizar algún cambio.
El archimago Yeilan se
adelantó entonces y comunicó lo siguiente:
    




    Después de dicho comentario, toda la asamblea se quedo callada
durante un segundo para luego comenzar a, primero murmurar y luego hablar a
voz en grito. Lo que Yeilan
proponía era un cambio increíble. Tendrían que dejar
atrás sus casa, sus animales y sus granjas, dejar atrás sus
vidas y reconstruirlas por completo solo con sus manos. Parecía que
era demasiado solo por una visión que hubiese tenido el archimago. Al
poco rato volvió a habalar el archimago:
    




    La asamblea se revolucionó más aún. Todos hablaban a
la vez. Al final se llegó a una gran división, el grupo
mayoritario proponía quedarse donde estaban, el sacrificio les
pareció demasiado alto solo a cambio de una esperanza de oportunidad.
El resto, un pequeño grupo de unas 400 familias decidió
aventurarse con Yeilan y
arriesgarse a un final perecedero.
    

    Así pues el viaje de peregrinación comenzó.
Atravesaron montañas y desiertos, valles y bosques hasta llegar a las
orillas del Mar de Urar. Una vez allí y unicamente con
una pocas hachas comenzaron la tala de árboles y la
fabricación de improvisadas balsas para que los trasnportasen
más allas de las traicioneras costas. Simultáneamente
debían de defenderse de los asaltantes que de una forma
contínua intentaban hacerse con lo poco que tenía y atacaban
de forma implacable al grupo. Después de un mes de viaje y dos
semanas de construir los barcos el pueblos de als dunas se hizo a la mar. 31
familias habían caído en este proceso ya, y la muerte de cada
una de ellas pesaba sobre la consciencia de Yeilan.
Fueron cuatro días en las improvisadas barcas, zarandeados por las
olas y llevado por el destino. La comida se acabo a los dos días, y
tuvieron que hacer frente a las incursiones de dos barcos piratas y
atravesar una tormenta. 
    

    Por fin llegaron a AlīMuin y se encontraron una tierra
desolada: un inmenso desierto, el viaje a través del mar se
había cobrado también su tributo en vidas: 47 familias
perecieron como resultado de dicha travesía. Tras la llegada a la
isla la desesperación se apoderó de los viajeros, un desierto
calcinado, arrasado por las tormentas de arena de forma constante, sin agua
visible y sin medios de subsistencia pausibles no era precisamente o que
ellos esperaban. Así pues comenzaron un nuevo peregrinaje por un
lugar dentro del inmenso desierto en el cual poder realizar un
asentamiento.
    

    Lo encontraron en el Castillo de Muarin. Este castillo se
encontraba habitado por miembros de la deleznable raza de los orcos,
así que primero debían de encontrar una forma de echarlos de
alli. La única solución que se les ocurrión fue la de
realizar un ataque frontal. Con la poderosa magia de Yeilan
abrieron una brecha en el muro del castillo de forma silenciosa en pleno
medidía, la hora en que más profundamente duermen los orcos, y
sin hacer practicamente ningún ruido se introdujeron en el castillo y
comenzaron a matar orcos. Sin embargo no todo iba a ser así de
fácil puesto que habían más orcos en el castillo de los
que suponían los hombres de las dunas. Así pues poco a poco se
fueron despertando y comenzó una cruenta batalla. Los orcos se
defendían como fieras, protegiendo su hogar, mientras que los hombres
de las dunas se enfrentaban a ellos con el valor que da la
desesperación. La lucha parecía que iba a resultar en una
victoria para los humanos hasta que un shaman orco apareció de las
profundidades y convocó los poderes de la naturaleza en su auxilio.
La lucha se decantó entonces hacia su lado puesto que los poderes de
dicho shaman estaban artificalmente aumentados por la ayuda de un poderoso
artefacto. Yeilan no
tenía ningún conocimiento que le permitiese enfrentase a sus
poderes excepto el último recurso, el recurso que se había
jurado que nunca iba a usar: la magia negra. 
    

    Por todos es sabido que la magia negra otroga un gran poder a sus
usuarios, pero también corrompe a todos aquello que se dejan seducir
por dicho poder. Pero era la única opción. Así pues
enfrentado a la opción de la destrucción total de su pueblo y
su propia corrupción eligión lo último y se dejo
invadir por el poder del maligno: el poder le entró a raudales. El
río de poder que entraba en su cuerpo era enorme, y cada vez era
mayor, Yeilan no
podía controlarlo y su mente se iba llenando más y más
de poder. Entonces abrió los ojos que hasta entonces había
tenido cerrados y un poderoso rayo de muerte salió de ellos,
liberando el poder que se encontraba en su interior. El shaman fue el
primero en caer, sorprendido en medio de la realización de un nuevo
conjuro, el rayo de
muerte le dio de lleno y
absorvió su vida como si fuera una minucia, a partir de alli los
restantes orcos empezaron a caer, sus vidas sesgadas por el inmisericorde
rayo, y sus cadaveres convertidos en polvo. Una vez desaparecido el
último orco del castillo el rayo dejo de salir de los ojos de
Yeilan y este se cayó al suelo desmayado.
    

    La lucha se había cobrado numerosas victimas, 22 familias
habían caído en batalla. En Yeilan la
pérdida fue diferente, después de cinco horas recuperó
la consciencia, solo para descubrir que el precio que había pagado
era aparentemente muy bajo: de sus ojos había desaparecido el blanco
por completo y ahora se habían convertido en unos agujeros totalmente
negros, pero eso no era todo....
    

    

    AlīMuin: El
presente
    

    En la actualidad la paz reina
en AlīMuin. La poderosa fuerza del archimago
Yeilan se puede sentir en todo su territorio como una
poderosa compulsión mental, sus poderes se han incrementado de una
forma exponencial desde el momento de la batalla. El catillo se ha
reacondicionado y la muralla se ha arreglado y se ha encontrado agua. El
pueblo se ha adaptado a la vida en el desierto puesto que ya han pasado diez
generaciones enteras desde que llegaron allí. Los cambios en
Yeilan son sin embargo muy profundo, antes era un archimago
benévolo, generoso con su pueblo, ahora es un lider fuerte,
tiránico y déspota, pero ciertamente consiguio que su pueblo
sobreviviese...
    

    

    AlīMuin: 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 hombres del desierto, 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 cazadores 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 hombres del
desierto ya no son corderos que se dejan llevan al matadero, son guereros,
hombres que lucharán por sus derechos, sus vidas y sus familias.
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.
    

    


    
Contact Yeilan at oscar.roura@nokia.com

    

  •  PLAYER 8 - Lord Araxus
    

    

    

    


    

    


    



    
So I am here now, in a new world full of virgin souls, sitting in my
jungle and waiting for my followers. I suppose soon masses will
arrive in my capital, dreaming to kneel in front of me and become
chosen. Yes, I will choose people, but only those who believe I am
their master, all others are too stupid to see the truth. I dislike
stupid people, they are good for nothing, well, I always need volunteers

that participate in my newest research. Ah, yes, I like it here, not too
cold and always enough beauties around me to ensure my comfort
when I am tired and I have to stop thinking for a while. I defintely
like, too, that I have vast amounts and varieties of poisons for my
disposal.
I am still waiting for a nonamazon to try it on though, I am curious if
the toxins will amplify their effect, well, otherwise I will double the
dose. Still, not a lot is going on at the moment and I have lots of time
that I spend by myself, well, I would not have the time to write these
lines into my diary otherwise. These Amazons are quite amazing people.
They seem to be very talented to follow me. Somehow they are able
to pick up my wisdom rapidly. May be the humidity enhances my aura,
well, I donīt care as long as it works so smoothly. Yesterday I had
my up to now most susceptible visitor of my followers. It will be a nice
task to write that conversation down here...
    
Right after my night meditation I returned into this world from a long
and exciting journey to Kalander. My higher self has some incarnations
there as well...ok, may be I should stick to the story for a
while....with my mind becoming focused again I spoke:
    
"Ooh... diversion...aah... ooh... no, no... don't be shy mortal
soul... come closer and let me... eh... measure you...
there is always a use for one who enters my domain... it may stand
against what you had in
mind though... ooh... what a brave little soul... well, so what will it
be... are you here to bore me?"
    
"Master, Lord, Ruler.....torture me, when I have
used any of your attention against your will..."
    
"You fool... against my will... ha... who are
you, that you think I couldnīt ignore you?"
    
When I noticed him, he couldnīt look into my eyes....well, I know they
appear a little strange for mortals...now he couldnīt even stand my
presence and started to shiver...
    
"eehhm... to your service, master, always to your
service. I only came to get your advice. I feel different since you
taught me to look deep
into myself. I wanted to know if I am on the right track."
    
"Better come to the point soon then... empty
your soul..."
    
"The glowing inside. It is all I can think about.
So longing. It never stops. Forcing me to advance the plot. No escape.
I am tired. Tired of waiting for its next strike and tired of having to
strike again. And again. I am obsessed. I feel as
if I have lost my mind. But the more I loose it, the more I am focused.
No sense in it. No sense in me. Not before,
not while, not after."
    
"aah... you make progress...wait until you hurl
you abilties against humans instead of ants. The energy that you
can gain there is... well, one day you will see... When I hurl my
spells, I am sucking every ounze of life into me. No way to hold it
back. And
still, I feel emptier than ever. Longing for even more. I am numb then.
Except for this glowing. Always growing.
You know I am dead, do you?. Any other part in me long dead. I am a
puppet. Always playing the same plot. Ever more passionate.
Endless. There was a time when I thought passion is the key for more. I
thought passion is the way to live. Obsession.
Believe. All leading to more. I have more now. More then enough. And
still I cannot stop. More.
I stopped thinking about how far it will advance long ago. It will go
on. On and on. Unimaginable. One cannot grasp it. Go now and leave
me alone"
    
While I was speaking to this mortal I had a vision. My incarnations on
other worlds are good. My thoughts, that I have in this world seem
different. May be the more good I am in other worlds, the more evil I
will be here... an interesting thought, indeed.


    




    


    

    		


    The Soulripping



    red eyes gazing after them
    tracking them within
    
cold rays burning through them
    and their soul so thin
    
is left opaque and black




    
roaring voice calling after them
    rising very loud
    
strong waves breaking through them
    and words they try to shout

    are stucking in their neck




    
nightmares running through their mind
    sneaking to their core
    
their faith leaving them behind
    and all that were before

    are turned into a
wreck

    








    


    


    

    		


    The Temple of Krakatau
    

    


    

Everyone in Jethryn has to disobey the divine laws. Mistake these
ancient rules is a way to gain power over the living. Any dependence
outside
will chain your power within you. Complete obedience of the divine laws
forces the master into
slavery.
    
    the law of balance
-
if you pull, you
will
be pushed. If you flee, you will be hunted. Only if you are centered you
can
observe and truely decide upon your action.
    
    the law of choices
-
if you do not
choose,
you will stand still. If you choose, stay commited until you choose to
quit.
There is no other force but your decision, that keeps you on your
way.
    
    the law of process
-
if you step ahead,
you
leave behind. Every distance is covered by a chain of steps, the first
and
the last carrying you equally far.
    
    the law of presence
-
if you live in your

past, you will never leave. If you live in your future, you will never
arrive. Only in the presence you can truely take a step forward.
    
    the law of
compassion -
if you judge, you
will
be judged. Only the love for the whole will make you step beyond your
horizon.
    
    the law of faith -
if you deny your
faith
you close yourself. If you accept your faith, you open up and progress
consciously.
    
    the law of
expectation
- if you think you
will
fail, you will not arrive. Your way of thinking will determine the
outcome
of your action.
    
    the law of
integrity -
if you betray the
laws,
it will be ten times more difficult to come to the same point in your
journey of life.
    
    the law of action -

if you want to
enjoy
the summit, you need to make the climb. It's better to do what is best
than
not to do and have a good excuse.
    
    the law of cycles -

if you want to
build
something everlasting, you will fail. Only when you change you will
grow.
Everything that you seed has to be harvested.
    
    the law of
surrender -
if you accept your
challenge, you will find a way through. You first have to surrender in
order
to truely understand. It is the basis of every evolution.
    
    the law of unity -
if you act as if
you
are alone, you will be disconnected. You are connected to everything and
all
is a part of you. If you love the world, you will find love for
yourself.
    
    

    

    

    






    

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Contact Lord Araxus at jeffv@exchange.microsoft.com

    

  •  PLAYER 9 - Belgarath
    

    No Blurb Submitted As Yet.

    
Contact Belgarath at AnninBen@earthlink.net

    

  •  PLAYER 10 - Gandalf
    

    No Blurb Submitted As Yet.

    
Contact Gandalf at tklev@online.no

    

  •  PLAYER 11 - Uther One-eye
    

     

     
    
     
        
     
            
     
                 
                
     
                    
     
                        All you could 
                        ever want to know about Uther One-eye, the glorious 
                        leader of the Xuila Moantec 
                        Lizardmen. 
                    
     
                    
     
                        Uther hated 
                        this incarnation. Dwarves had been bad, 
                        gnomes worse but lizardmen .... now 
                        really that was a bit extreme. Still, 
                        after a stint in limbo one couldn't be 
                        too choosy about what one got. At least 
                        he wasn't a halfling. 
                    
     
                    
     
                        Uther 
                        glanced at his passport photo. He hated 
                        how they always made him looked so ugly. 
                        He looked at the lizardmen around him. He 
                        hated them to. He shuddered to think what 
                        the lizard women looked like. Far better 
                        to just eat anything that got in his way. 
                        At least then all the lizard folk stayed 
                        far away from him, only coming close 
                        enough to listen to his bellowed orders.

    Considering the struggle 
                        he'd had to get selected as leader in the 
                        first place he supposed he was lucky to 
                        be here at all. The last leader of the 
                        local lizards hadn't been at all 
                        enthusiastic about his arrival.
     
                            		 
                    
     
                    
     
                         That 
                        big ape had been no pushover either.
    Uther's tail still 
                        smarted from where he been windmilled and 
                        his head still pained him from the 
                        subsequent impact into the adjacent 
                        mountain.
     
                            		 
                    
     
                    
     
                        Luckily, 
                        monkey boy had been a sucker for the old 
                        belly-butt and Uther had managed to push 
                        him off into the ocean, where he'd last 
                        been seen swimming to some distant 
                        island. Probably off to join the
amazons. 
                    
     
                    
     
                        Anyway, it 
                        didn't really matter what he looked like 
                        as long as he got to take over the 
                        dimension. Pyramids this time. Uther 
                        shook his head. Where did these crazy 
                        places come from anyway. I mean killing 
                        everything that walked, talked, crawled 
                        or wiggled kind of made sense but this 
                        ... sometimes Uther thought that somebody 
                        should take those gods in hand and give 
                        them a firm whack upside their head. 
                    
     
                    
     
                        
    
If you want to surrender right now and save some time,
you can send me a message in the little box below and to the left.  If you
want to send insults then use the box below and to the right (the insults go
straight to Fistandantilus from whom I stole this handy communication spell,
I figure its only fair he get something out of the deal).

    

    

     

    



    

    




    


    




    

    
    		


    

    




    


    




    

    
    		

    

    

    
    		 
                    
     

    

    
Oh yes, one last thing. In my plans for world conquest, I will need a few
slave races to help clean up after my battles. So, if you would prefer to
apply for this position be sure to mention it in your surrender message.
Other posts available:

      

    •  scale cleaners

    •  weapon wipers

    •  latrine labourers

    •  and many many more

    

    

    
Uther One-eye and the Xuila Moantec Lizardmen are equal opportunity
devourers!

    
(mid-summer, year 1)
    
I must say that I'm somewhat disappointed with the response to date.  Not a
single wizard has offered to surrender and become my dinner or slaves.  What
is it with you people??  Do you really want to drag things out to their
inevitable conclusions?  Well fine then, be that way.  My mighty legions of
spearmen and peasants are coming your way even as we speak, and when they
come you'll be sorry.  Smelly slimey lizard types all over the place,
driving down property values, starting gangs, eating all the best fish and
otherwise being a nuisance.  This is absolutely your last chance to
surrender and avoid all the above.  Don't say you haven't been warned.

    
    

    

    

                
     
                    		 
            
     
        
     
            		 
    
     

     

      

    
Contact Uther One-eye at neufeldj@tp.edu.sg

    

  •  PLAYER 12 - Sirikul
    

    No Blurb Submitted As Yet.

    
Contact Sirikul at valkrob@mozart.inet.co.th


    

    

    
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