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Esta es una forma de ver como a traves de los años, trabajando las distintas culturas solas, Arragoth nos fue triturando poco a poco, y como con buen humor se puede sobreponer a estos abusos..... "Explicación de un albañil Icelander a la compañía aseguradora que no comprendía, debido a la naturaleza de sus lesiones, como podía haber ocurrido el accidente. Este es un caso verídico cuya transcripción fue obtenida de una copia de archivo del asegurador. El caso fue juzgado por el Juzgado de Primera Instancia de Himalayak. Esta es la carta de un albañil: Excelentísimos señores: En respuesta a su pedido de informaciones adicionales declaro: en el ítem Nro. 1 sobre mi participación en los acontecimientos mención: "tratando de ejecutar la tarea y sin ayuda", como la causa de mí accidente. Me piden en su carta que de una declaración mas detallada, por lo que espero que lo que sigue aclare de una vez por todas sus dudas. Soy albañil hace 10 años. El día del accidente estaba trabajando sin ayuda, colocando los bloques de hielo en una pared del 6to. Piso del igloo en construcción en esta ciudad. Finalizadas mis tareas, verifiqué que habían sobrado aproximadamente 250 kilos de hielo. En vez de cargarlos hasta la planta baja a mano, decidí colocarlos en un barril, y bajarlos con ayuda de una roldana que felizmente se hallaba fijada en una viga en el techo del 6to. Piso. Baje hasta la planta baja, ate el barril con una soga y, decidí con ayuda de la roldana, lo levanté hasta el 6to. Piso, atando el extremo de la soga en una columna de la planta baja. Luego, subí y cargue el hielo en el barril. Volvía a la planta baja, desate la soga, y la agarré con fuerza de modo que los 250 kilos de hielo bajasen suavemente (debo indicar que el ítem 1 de mi declaración a la policía he indicado que mi peso corporal es de 80 kilos). Sorpresivamente, mis pies se separaron del suelo y comencé a ascender rápidamente, arrastrado por la soga, Debido al susto, perdí mí presencia de espíritu e irreflexiblemente me aferre mas aún a la soga, mientras ascendía a gran velocidad. En las proximidades del 3er piso me encontré con el barril que bajaba a una velocidad aproximadamente similar a la de mí subida, y me fue imposible evitar el choque. Creo que allí se produjo la fractura de cráneo. Continué subiendo hasta que mis dedos se engancharon dentro de la roldana, lo que provocó la detención de mí subida y también las quebraduras múltiples de los dedos y de la muñeca. A esta altura (de los acontecimientos) ya había recuperado mí presencia de espíritu, y pesa a los dolores continué aferrado a la cuerda. Fue en ese instante que el barril choco contra el piso, su fondo se partió y todo el hielo se desparramó. Sin hielo, el barril pesaba aproximadamente 25 kilos. Debido a un principio simplisimo comencé a descender rápidamente hacia la planta baja. Aproximadamente al pasar por el 3er. piso me encontré con el barril vacío que subía. En el choque que sobrevino estoy casi seguro se produjeron las fracturas de tobillos y de la nariz. Este choque felizmente disminuyo la velocidad de mi caída, de manera que cuando aterrice sobre la montaña de hielo solo me quebré tres vértebras. Lamento sin embargo informar que, cuando me encontraba caído encima del hielo, con dolores insoportables, sin poder moverme y viendo encima de mí al barril perdí nuevamente mi presencia de espíritu y solté la soga. Debido a que el barril pesaba mas que la cuerda, descendió rápidamente y cayo sobre mis piernas, quebrándoseme las dos tibias. Esperando haber aclarado definitivamente las causas y desarrollo de los acontecimientos, me despido atentamente. Será justicia ¡De verdad que hay algunos días ... ! Un saludo. " This would be a maneer to see how across the time, working the empires alone, Arragoth has crushed us bit to bit, and how with humour we can afford those acts.... Explanation of an Icelander builder to the insurance Co., which could not understand the way the accident happened, as for the man´s injuries nature. This is a real story. This transcription has been obtained from the Co. Files. This case has been judged by the Himalayak court. This is the builder´s letter: "Excelences: Regarding your additional information request I declare: in item Nº1 concerning my participation on the facts I mention as reason of my accident the following, "trying to work without help". In your letter you ask me for a more detailed explanation. Hope it clarifies your doubts at last. I´m a builder 10 years ago. The day of the accident I was working with no help placing ice-bricks over a 6th floor igloo in this city.As soon as I finished the job, I saw I still having aprox 250 Kgs bricks left. Instead of bringing them down by hand, I decided to put them within a barrel & take them down helped with a pulley. It was fixed to the 6th floor ceiling. Then I went downstairs, tied up the barrel to a rope & took it up to 6th floor, tying the rope extrem to a downstairs column. Afterwards I got upstairs & took the bricks into the barrel. Downstairs again I untied the rope & got it powerfully, so the 250 Kgs bricks go down softly (I should say that my weight is 80 Kgs, as I testified the police). Surprisely my feet came away from the floor & I rised quickly cause of the power of the rope. As for the fright, I lost my "soul presence" & without thinking I grasped even more to rope, while went up real quickly. Nearby the third floor, I met the barrel, which got down with more or less the same speed as I came up. So it was impossible to avoid the impact. I guess the skull got broken there. I kept on going up till my toes hooked on the polley, what stopped the raising & made my toes and wrist broke. At this moment I took back my "soul presence" & thought I was so achie I carried on grasping the rope. In that moment the barrel crashed with the floor, it broked down & the bricks scattered. With no bricks, the barrel weighted 25 Kgs. And for a very simple principe I got down quickly. When reaching the 3rd floor I met again with the empty barrel. With this second impact I´m almost sure the broken ankles & noise came. This crash slowed happly my speed. Therefore as soon as I falled down on the scattered bricks I only broke three bones of my chest. I´m sorry to inform that lying on the bricks with pain, no way to move and watching the barrel over me, I lost again my "soul presence". And let the rope go. The barrel weighted more than the rope, so it came down really fast and falled over my legs, what broke two more bones. Hope it clarifies definetively the causes and developement of the facts. Sincerely yours...."
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Here is and old document found in Sashna, it had been guarded by centuries
under seven chains, it is now here, translated to the common language so
that everybody can undertand it.
Sashna: El pasado
Hace mucho tiempo los Hombres de las dunas vivían en paz y en harmonia en el Mundo Desierto. El desierto era su hermano y su madre a la vez, la ley de la sangre imperaba pero la disciplina y el fuerte liderazgo permitia la supervivencia y la prosperidad de los Hombres de las dunas. La magia estaba en la sangre de los hombres de las dunas, debido a la hiperabundancia de gemas en el suelo, la magia del mundo se concentraba en su interior y los magos eran los mas grandes del universo. El concilio de los nueve archimagos se reunio en la torre de Magia de Ah'man y tras compartir todo su conocimiento y años de conciabulos descubrieron la Pirámide de poder.
La Piramide de Poder era un increible artefacto que superaba todas las expectativas de sus descubridores, tras numerosos calculos descubireron unas dimensiones que harían que la pirámide de poder fuese el artefacto mas potente del universo. Como no, tras pocas deliberaciones se decidio su creación. Hicieron falta numerosos trabajadores trabajando al unísono codo con codo con la magia para ser capaces de elevar, tras 104 años de trabajo la Piramide de Poder. Medía más de 500 metros de altura y su base estaba formada por un hexagono de más de un kilometro por lado. Tras mucho sudar sangre y dolor el trabajo fue finalizado, todo había ido según los planes de los archimagos excepto una pequeña cosa, en sus prisas por comenzar a construir la Pirámide de Poder no estudiaron adecuadamente el emplazamiento, o quizas lo estudiaron pero no se dieron cuenta de las implicaciones de lo que habían encontrado. En el subsuelo, a aproximadamente 400 metros de profundidad bajo la Piramide se encontraba un yacimiento de gemas. Para ser mas precisos era 'El Yacimiento de Gemas', un yacimiento de gemas tan grande que con solo su presencia hacia que los invisible flujos de magia se curvaran a su interior. Esto permanecio desconocido hasta que dos dias antes de la inauguración oficial de la piramide, pero cuando esta ya estaba concluida,un aprendiz de magia, conocedor solamente de los conjuros mas elementales, pero poseedor segun sus maetros de un enorme potencial entro en la Piramide de Poder. Tras deambular un poco por ella se dirigio sin saberlo a su mismo centro. Vio alli un trono que refulgia con una brillante luz azul y que lo atraia con elevada fuerza, sin poder evitarlo se sento en el trono.
Al sentarse en el trono un estremecimiento de poder lo inundo. La magia entro en su cuerpo como nunca la había sentido, entro y entro y se acumulo en su interior pugnando por ser encauzada, el aprendiz, temiendo por su vida encauzo el unico hechizo que conocia, el conjuro de visión. Asi pues su mente vago por el mundo en una sucesion vertiginosa pues su conjuro de vision fue lanzado como el mas potente de su tipo jamas lanzado, sin embargo no fue suficiente. Las gemas de debajo de la Piramide alimentaban de forma descontrolada la magia ya de por si poderosisima del artefacto, y la energia que entraba dentro del pobre Yeilan era inconmensurable, asi pues se comenzo a desbordar. Al principio poco a poco, pero despues mas y mas rapidamente la magia empezo a salir de forma descontrolada del cuerpo del aprendiz. Yeilan la intento controlar, encauzar de alguna forma, pero el poder de forma pura continuno saliendo sin control. El poder tomo pues diversas formas, conjuros salvajes salieron de forma descontrolada y una increible oleada de poder puro y salvaje comenzo a generarse. Yeilan habia perdido todo el control. El poder comenzo a concentrarse en la punta de la piramide y cuando llego a su punto mas algido comenzo a desparramarse sin control en forma del conjuro mas poderoso y mass destructivo posible: el Armagedon.
El poder destructivo del Armageddon comenzo a desatarse por el mundo, sin embargo no era un conjuro de Armagedon cualquiera, alimentado por las cientos de miles de gemas que se enontraban en el subsuelo el armageddon que comenzo a desatarse iba a destruir el mundo entero y a convertirlo en poco mas que cenizas. Yeilan estaba conmocionado, el mundo iba a ser destruido por completo por su culpa y el, gracias al conjuro de vision iba a verlo en directo desde todos los lugares posibles a la vez.
Las ciudades comenzaron a destruirse , y los Hombres de las dunas empezaron a perecer alla donde estaban, la destruccion total era inminente. Sin embargo algo podia salvarse, gracias a sus conjuro de vision Yeilan pudo ver como a lo largo y ancho del mundo cada uno de los archimagos intentaba teleportar a su gente a diversos lugares que creian seguros de esa destruccion que se habia declarado de improviso y parecia imposible de detener. Gracias a poder de la Piramide era capaz de ver los flujos invisibles de magia que tejian los archimagos. Asi pues utilizando el poder del poderoso artefacto al que estaba conectado y sin estar del todo seguro sobre lo que estaba haciendo, Yeilan comenzo a incrementar y modificar los flujos de magia que los archimagos estaban conjurando. Gracias a su vision mejorada magicamente Yeilan fue capaz de ver mundos lejanos, mundo mas alla de su sol y a años luz de distancia que serían capaces de habitar sus hermanos. Asi pues alli envio a los Hombres de las dunas, a mundos como Las Islas Elementalistas, Kaunas, Equilibria, Arragoth... y de forma simultanea y como efecto secundario de su teleportacion una manifestacion de Yeilan se encarno en cada uno de dichos mundos, para guiar a sus hermanos con los nuevos poderes adquiridos. Su Mundo Desierto y todos los habitantes que no pudo salvar perecieron y se convirtieron en polvo y entonces comenzo la lucha por la supervivencia de nuevo.
Sashna: The past
Long time ago the sandpeople lived in peace and harmony in the Desert World. The desert was their brother and mother, the blood law reigned but the discipline and a strongh lidership allowed the survival and the prosperity of the sandpeople. Magic was in the blood of the sandpeople, due to the great quantity of gems in the sand, the magic was really concentrated inside the World and the magicians were the greatest of all the Universe. The nine archmages met in the Tower of Magic of Ah'man and after sharing all their knowledge and years of meeting the discovered the Piramid of Power.
The Piramid of Power was an incredible artifact that was more powerful than the archmages though, after numerous calculation they discovered the dimensions that would make that Piramid the most powerful artifact all arpund the Universe. After they know that, just a couple of words made them decide to built it. Many builders were needed working at the same tiem as the magicians to be able to build in 104 years of hartd work: The Piramid of Power. After many blood and pain the Piramid was finished, everything was as the archmages calculated, excpet one small thing, due to the celerity to begin to build the Piramid, the archmages did not studied very well the place where it was going to be built, or perhaps they studied and they did no knew the implications of what they have founded. In the underground, at aproximately 400 metres under the Piramid there was a mine of gems. To be more precise it was "The Mine of Gems", there were so many gems there that their sole presence made the flux of magic curve towards it. This was unknown until two days before the oficial inaguration of the Piramid, but when it was already concluded, a magic apprentice, who knew only the most elemmentary spells, but according to his masters, with a very high potential, entered the Piramid of Power. After walking some time inside it he went, without knowing anything, to the center. He saw a trone which was brilliant with a deep blue light and which attracted him with a lot of power, without being able to do anything else he sitted in the trone.
When he sitted in the trone the power inundated him. Magic entered his body as he had never feelt it, it entered and entered, and was acumulated in his body looking for a place to go. The apprentice, fearing for his life, casted the only spell he knew, the scry spell. As he did that his mind vagued through the world in a vertiginous way cause his simple scry spell was casted in the most potent way possible due to the power of the Piramid, but it was not enough. The gems under the Piramid feeded without control the magic of the Piramid and the artifact, very powerful on its own was enhanced past the limits. The energy which enetered in the body of Yeilan was inconmensurable, so it began to go out. At the begin in small drops, but afterwards more and more quicklymagic began to go out of the body of the apprentice. Yeilan tried to control it in any way, but the raw power continued to go out without any control. Power take then different forms, wild spells were cassted and and incontrollable wave of pure power began to be generated. Yeilan had loosed all the control. The power began to concentrate in the point of the Piramid and when it reached a climax it was alone converted in the most powerful and destructive spell: the Armagedon.
The destructive power of the Armagedon begun to destroy the world, but it was not a simple Armagedon spell, feeded by the hundred of thousands gems that were under the Piramid, the Armagedon spell was going to destroy the whole world and convert it to a pile of ash. Yeilan was shocked, the world was going to be completely destroyed due to his faliure and thanks to the scry spell he was going to see it in live from all the possible places at the same time!.
The cities begun to be destroyed and the sandpeople to die , the total destruction was inminent. However something could be yet saved, thanks to the scry spell Yeilan could see how the archmages tried to teleport their people to different places which they though safe from this destruction which seemed imposible to stop. Thanks to the power of the Piramid, Yeilan could see the invisible magic flows that they were waving. So that, without knowing what he was doing exactly he begun to use the Power of the Piramid to increase and modify the flows of Magic that the archmages were casting. thanks to his enhanced vision Yeilan could see some distant worlds, far away from their sun and at years-light of distance, that his brothers could inhabit. So that he sent there the Sanpeople to worlds like Elemental Islands, Kaunas, Equilibria, Arragoth.. and simultanously and as a secundary effect of his teleportation spell a manifestation of Yeilan incarnated in each of this worldso guide his brothers with the powers recently adquired. Their Desert World and all the inhabitans that could not be saved died and converted to powder, and the fight for survival begun again.
Sashna: El futuro
Desde hace mucho tiempo, los Hombres de las Dunas viven en la Isla de la Guerra, son los unicos que no buscan activamente la destruccion de los demas habitantes porque saben que la isla es una trampa. Una trampa puesta por Arragoth para que sus adversarios luchen entre ellos en vez de luchar contra el. Pero esto debe cambiar, desde aqui yo, Yeilan, comandante de todos los ejercitos des los hombres de las dunas y archimago del reino envio un embajador de paz hacia todos los habitantes de la Isla de la Guerra y por extension a todos los habitantes del mundo: Las luchas internas deben acabar. Tenemos un y solo un enemigo. Debemos de aliarnos todos y luchar contra el tirano que nos domina.
Nadie dice que la lucha vaya a ser facil ni breve, pero lo que es seguro es que dentro de doce meses, todos los que no esten preparados sucumbiran ante la ira de Arragoth y si en vez de unirnos seguimos luchando entre nosotros seremos todos los que no estaran preparados.
Sashna: The future
From long time ago, the sandpeople live in the Island of War, they are the only ones who do not try to destroy actively to the other inhabitans of the island because htey know it is a trap. A trap set by Arragoth so that his ennemies fight between themselves instead of fighting with him. But this must change, from here, me, Yeilan, general of all the Sandpeople armies and archimage of the kingdom I envoy an ambassador of peace to all the inhabitants of the Island of War and as an extension to all the ihabitants of the world: The internal fights must end. We have one and only one enemy. We have to ally and fight versus the tirano who dominates us.
Nobody says that the fight is going to be easy nor fast, but what is clear is that in twelve months, everybody who is not prepared will succumb under the wrath of Arragoth, and if instead of unite versus him we continue to fight between us, none of us will be prepared.
Contact Yeilan at oscar.roura@nokia.com
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Greetings fellow wizards,
I am the plainswalker Bellaraphon. I have come to this world to help the noble gnomes in their struggle with the Lava Legions of Arragoth, son of the Fire Gods. The beautiful gnome city of Darnfiasbernenus is located on the rolling coastal hills on the island of slaves. The rich hills supply all the resources the workshops of the gnomes need. Many wondrous sights are here, some shops fabricate strange flying machines, ornithopters of a sort. These aerial devices belch foul odors that the inhabitants put up with for they are needed to protect them against the Purple Lava Guards of Arragoth. We welcome contact with any peaceful wizard.
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Something new had happened. For the first time
in forever, something new. Before the universe,
there had been only two things. One was the being currently known
as Derezen Taash, and the other was the Arragoth.The fire god was
a stupid old thing that never came to fully understand its place in the
macroverse. Arragoth was clumsy and foolish.Derezen had long
thought that maybe Arragoth was dead, and had been dead for the last billion
years or so. Even if he wasn’t, het was still a stupid old thing,
and even if Arragoth had vomitted the universe out whole, that didn’t change
the fact of his stupidity. Derezen had come here long before Arragoth had returned, here to the Domain, and had discovered a depth of imagination here that was almost new, almost of concern. This reality of imagination made the food very rich. His teeth rent flesh gone stiff with exotic terrors and voluptuous fears: the mere mortals dreamed of nightbeasts and moving muds; against their will they contemplated endless gulphs. Derezen had always fed well on the fears of the mortals. Many beings could be used without knowing they had been used, and he had even fed on a few of the older ones over the endless years. The others had their own terrors, and their glands could be tapped-, opened so that all the chemicals of fear flooded the body and salted the meat. But their fears were mostly too complex. The fears of the mortal races were simpler and usually more powerful, fears that could often be summoned up in a single face. Upon this rich food
Derezen had existed in a simple cycle of waking to eat and sleeping to
dream. He had created a place in his own image, and looked upon this
place with favor from the deadlights which were his eyes. The Domain
was his killing-pen, the people of the Domain
his Then, something
new. For the first time
in forever. The stupid old god
had not been dead, merely sleeping. Arragoth had awakened and
returned.
Stupid old fool. Derezen had risen from his lair and defeated him.
The children upon which Derezen fed, and had organized their weak and feeble
armies against Arragoth. Stupid sheep. When he had burst
forth, meaning to kill Arragoth once and for all, vaguely uneasy that he
had not been able to do so already (and surely that unease had been the
first new thing), something had happened which was totally unexpected,
utterly unthought of, and there had been pain, pain, great roaring pain
all through the shape he had taken and for one moment there had also been
fear, because the only thing he had in common with the stupid old god and
the cosmology of the macroverse outside the puny egg of this universe was
just this: all living things must abide by the laws of the shape they
inhabit.
For the first time, he realized that perhaps his ability to change his
shape might work against him as well as for him. There had never
been pain before, there had never been fear before, and for a moment he
had thought het might die-oh his head had been filled with a great white
silver pain, and he had roared and mewled and bellowed and somehow he had
escaped. And yet, there was
a thought that insinuated itself no matter how strongly he tried to push
the thought away. It was simply this: if all things flowed from Derezen
(as they surely had done since Arragoth had sicked up the universe and
then retreated to his deep slumber,) how could any creature of this or
any other world fool him of hurt him, no matter how briefly of
triflingly?
How was that possible? Hate was new.
Hurt was new. Being crossed in his purpose was new. Perhaps because they were mere children their imaginations had a certain new power. He had briefly underestimated. But now that they were coming to his Domain, he would let them come. Arragoth would come and Derezen would cast him (and the feeble sheep of this world as well) into the void…into the deadlights of its eyes. Yes. When they got here he would cast them, shrieking and insane into the deadlights. As day year passed their dreams would grow smaller. And when he woke, he would call them back, yes, back, because fear was fertile, its child was rage, and rage called for revenge. He would call them and then kill them. He would feed well…and
then perhaps he would go deep again. And doze. For
awhile.
Greetings to you, traveler. I welcome you to my new Domain. I have decided to return to this world and dispense of that stupid old fool Arragoth. I would have ended him before were not for the meddling of the mortal races. Fools. Did they not realize that by destroying my army of Dark Elves, they were signing their own death certificate? Fools. Despite such insanity, Arragoth must still be dealt with. So, I return once more to set things straight. This time, I will finish the job. Rest assured, traveler,
I have learned from my earlier mistakes. I will not underestimate
the mortal races again. I know now that I cannot fight both Arragoth
and the mortals at the same time. So, I will bide my time.
Yes, I will bide my time and harness all their power to help me against
that fool masquerading as a god. Then, and only then, I will feed
well. Yes, I will feed very well, indeed.
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Contact Derezen Taash at jbusby@engin.umich.edu
Morbious watched the Lizardmen scouts depart. A feeling of Deja Vue crept into his bones. This is how he started his earlier campaign against Arragoth, but with Hill Dwarves. And now he was here leading the Lizardmen of Bansha in Arragoths home realm. He must be defeated utterly. I have already convinced these Lizardmen to redirect here their efforts against Arragoth. The Minotaurs and Orcs have been their primary enemies but he had convinced them there was a bigger fish to fry ,so to speak. It is a good thing these Lizardmen like fish! The fighting will be fierce and no quarter given or expected. The son of the Fire Gods will be fighting for his mortal(?) life this time. Not just an incarnation on another world. He should be furious with that defeat and will undoubtedly be ready this time! He hoped his fellow wizards had been able to take control of their respective contingents. He know some would fall to Arragoths minions and others will succumb to his false promises. But I he will seek out those who remain strong and focused and why they were here. Even now his builders had started new buildings to help populate this region. You can never have too many Lizardmen around. Morbious thought about all the work left to do and smiled. This would be another glorious battle he thought.
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Thus, I decided to leave that world where
my brutal Orcs already had mercilessly ripped off most body parts of all
opposition till a time where no human opposition was left at all (except
for me of course, so I left before they realized). I finally removed my
presence from that
world via the newly invented transformation spell (not the dimensional jump spell which
is for weaklings only). This new spell is a nice tool
because it enables to jump directly to a by the caster
preselected world. But that is not everything. It also
allows the caster to choose which race he wants to rule...
Well, after I
reflected about my past and how the Orcs had
changed my character I finally came to the decision that I would like to rule
a race that is most likely the total opposite of an Orc.
I chose the Sacred Forest High Elves on the new world where the cruel
Arragoth is tormenting the citizens of the cities and towns for the
second time. I am sure High Elves have never even thought about ways to rip
off anything from anyone. ;)
So
after the final incantations of the Transformation Spell were done I
easily materialized in the Sacred Forest and just as I thought the High Elves here are a very joyful race of graceful
beings that absolutely have no desire for war or
boasting (nor ripping). They are
also one of the most ancient and noble races on the
face of any world. Long flowing blond hair, sharp facial features and
a slight build are the characteristics that make the
Sacred Forest High Elves stand apart
(where have I read this before?). The architecture of the elfish
cities is something many a Traveler has journeyed to see in safer
times. But now that troubled times approach with Arragoth's lava
guards tormenting especially the good natured High Elves our Capital in the Scared Forest has been closed and will only be
opened
again to rulers that are good in heart too. The race is unimportant to
my High Elves as everyone deserves a chance.
Just unlike the Orcs the Sacred
Forest High Elves have a very relaxed life style although they
pretend to defend their shires vigorously when threatened. Well, at least this are the stories that are told late in the
night when the few elfish children have need to feel more secure
in a world that is full of Arragoth's living nightmares also known as
Lava Guards. It is
said that High Elf Longbowmen, Heart Bowmen, Pegasus Knights or Knights
in general could be quickly recruited to repel any unwelcome visitors. The
problem is that after the decades of slavery under Arragoth nobody seems to remember what a
'Bow'
or a 'Knight' is...
Anyway,
as said, brutality is
something that is very far away from a High Elf's favorite daydream (or
dream in the night). The
Sacred Forest High Elves in
special have nearly forgotten their military
possibilities. They have a highly developed agricultural
skill however after the many years that they lived in harmony in
their holy Forest. Only the many burnings that the green, blue, purple
or red lava legions did to
the edges of the Forest caused lots of frustration in the population.
But a real High Elf will never give in to the evil that is Arragoth in
person!
The Town Hall in the Sacred
Forest is where
Dironiel Finilas sat in office for many years till
he gave over rulership to me last month. During the first week
after my arrival I described to him in what a mental dilemma the Dark Cavern Orcs
had brought me into. However, by this time the High Elves already
had integrated me into their noble society. I needed
assistance and they gave it to me and after three
additional weeks the shadow which had been laid upon my
soul by the Orcs was driven away by the sheer light of
the friendliness and joyfulness of my new friends.
Yesterday, my mentor Thelas gave the
Flute of the leader to me so that I could
fulfill my own destiny as leader of the Sacred Forest High Elves. A destiny that will bring the long lost
glory back to the High Elves and will hopefully bring doom to the evil
Arragoth and his fiery legions in the end. And just as the shadow on my
own soul was driven away by the good elfish way of live I
intend to bring this Light and Glory to every corner of Arragoth's domain so
that all races sometime in the future will be able to do
nothing else then peacefully smoke their pipes under the tree of
their choice.
Magic:
The most powerful "magic" of the mortals is but a mere whim to me. While
the physical laws of this form currently limit my powers, in a very short
time, I will unlock the secrets of this shape and regain the use of my
vast powers.
The dawn of a new era came with the sunrise in the minotaur nation. The =
horns sounded for the people to gather at the tower of the wizard fluffy. =
Idle gossip was plentiful in the crowd as the wizard stepped forth.....
"My people, the time has come for us to reach out in the world and fulfill =
our destiny. We can no longer stay confined to our small lands. We must =
move forward. I have called our army together and have ordered they move =
out in the morning. =20
Our enemies shall learn why they fear the night. They shall all drown in =
lakes of blood. Our armies of god shall kill every living thing on this =
world and we shall have the minions of arrogoth himself fleeing for their =
very lives. =20
I shall lead you on our dark path to crucify leaders before their own =
people. We shall either be victorious or we shall die trying. I have =
initiated a policy to insure that our nation will not fall aside in =
history like so many other nations that have vanished and their people =
forgotten in history. =20
With our allies we shall make the world tremble. I shall bring you untold =
riches from new lands and make our people once again the feared fighters =
our ancestors were of old."
The people cheered as the wizard walked among the crowd and was with =
his people. For the wizard realized that oly through his people can any =
leader truely achieve success. =20
If god be for us then who could stand against us...
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Was it possible that the rumors could be true? The Council of Seven had not convened in over five generations. Yet hushed whispers spoke of a gathering of a new council. Arragoth and his minions had squashed the Council during the Awakening and had suppressed previous efforts to revive it. The free peoples of the plains were a relic of the past, along with the Council of Seven. But again, a mother with babe in arms could be seen with a twinkle of hope in her eyes... ****************** The meeting was held at the base of a great banyan tree on the eve of the winter solstice. There, at a time when Arragoth's minions would be basking in the heat of their underground lairs, 12 hearty plainsmen, leaders of their respective families, met to decide the future of the tribes. This time, Arragoth's minions did not intrude. The votes were cast quickly. Marcus Jennings, a venerable chap with a prediliction for pausing to choose his words when speaking, was chosen as leader of the Council. So as to mask his true identity and those of the other six members, they each took on a secret moniker. Marcus became Oracle. Serge Broadblade became Army Maintenance Advisor, Steel. Gareth Duncanson became Population Advisor, Spark. Quinn Perkins became Assay, Resource Production Advisor. Willem Franks was named Treasury Advisor, his code name: Coin. Doby Greenleaf, the Population Maintenance Advisor, became Breadman. And, finally, Aloysius Goodman became the Empire Resource Advisor, Ham. "My brothers and comrades,", spoke Oracle in a still hushed tone, "tonight.... marks the beginning of a long and treacherous journey. With the help of Ascar, ...we shall... escape the clutches of Arragoth... and become a free people once again."
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Life.
Once more, life.
And yet, somehow this life feels shorter . . . and more hairy . . . possibly even beardy.
Yes, he thought to himself, there is definitely more than a hint of beardiness in this new life.
Still. To work. Surely others would not be fooled by this strange outward appearance, but would instead listen to his words. The people must be warned, they must stand strong and they must prevail. For to fail means so much more than mere death. Failure unlocks doors that should never be unlocked. Doors that lead to places where despair, agony and eternal torments are the best that can be hoped for . . .
Suddenly Grawth awoke with a start of shock and fear. That nightmare again, almost as if some disembodied voice was trying to control him and direct his actions. Still, this strange being did have some good advice. It would be wise to make the village borders secure, and to find out about the land around his home. And if, at the same time, he took control of a few more villages, perhaps a few towns, gathered together with like minded beings and stopped the Gods in their tracks . . . well, that would be nice, wouldn't it.
Dreaming of bards singing his praises for centuries to come, Grawth stepped lightly out of his home and sent his troops out into the world.
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