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I am Silverthorn, Prince of the Dwarves and Lord of Blackrock. I have raised Tholin's hammer and call the clans to my banner. An evil awakens from a long slumber and even now the tremors from his stirrings can be felt in our caverns and tunnels. Like the iron and stone of our homes, we will stand firm and inflexible against this evil overlord who seeks to enslave us all. The time for preparation is over. The time for action is at hand. We are normally a peaceful people content to mine for precious minerals and build glorious dwellings in our underground caverns. While slow to anger, we can be an implacable foe when aroused. We are champions for justice and honor. We welcome all who come to us seeking friendship. I challenge all the Lords of the Land to join with me in this titantic struggle. It is time to put aside racial hatred, predjudice, pride and mistrust so that we can join togethor in a common cause. We are stronger united than we are separetely. The dwarves will stand against Aaragoth. Who will stand with us? The time for decision has come. Let the forges burn as the Dwarven hosts gather. Let it be known throughout the relam that the dwarves prepare for WAR!!!
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Once again, a rumble shook the castle and awakened the minotaur leader Shai'tan. This had happened on other mornings, but had become a common occurrence as of late. Climbing out of bed, Shai'tan moved to the window to peer out at the city below. The city, Bulls Canyon, lay deep within a ravine so only a small portion of the city was visible from the sunlight that managed to filter down from above. Even at this time of morning, the minotaur city was busy. Troops were beginning their training, and work had already begun on some new buildings for the inner city. As Shai'tan watched the city, the rumbling begin again. He had heard from his scouts about the sights of the surface, but he felt that it was time to see for himself. Calling for the guards, Shai'tan left the castle and traveled up the steep slope that led out of the ravine. The tundra winds whipped him in the face as he reached the surface and peered out at the rising sun. Far in the distance, Shai'tan saw exactly what his scouts had been reporting - a small trail of smoke was rising from a massive volcano. "So it is true," Shai'tan mumbled, "Arragoth has awakened." Turning his back on the morning sun, Shai'tan descended back into the ravine. As he traveled back to the city, many thoughts ran through his head. "We must be ready for the return of Arragoth," he whispered. "Spring is finally upon us so we can begin preparations. The minotaur race will survive and live to see the destruction of Arragoth. We will be strong, and he will die!"
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Greetings Lords of Arragoth´s Islands.
My name is Steiner, Emperor Otto Von Steiner of High Elves.
My people and I where here to lead you to the battlefields and to THE GLORIUS LAST
VICTORY against the Evil Lord...
All my armies are moving fast across stranges lands and they meet strange people, but these
people where hapy to join us and now they share our glorius destiny.
Other people must fall over our influence before the great victory, but at theese necessity time,
when we can reach our vengance against the power of the EVIL, we need to make use of
theese opportunity.
Every second we lost HE becomes stronger.
My predecessor teach me about tricks of Dark Magic and I'm gonna use all of them to expand
the High Elves Kingdom to become it in a Great Empire.
I'm talking once only with other Lords when I hear any battle report against. I suppose that
I'm not alone in my Island and if other people wants my protection he/she can talk to me to
reach an agreement.
I can hear some RUMOURS about rests of Arragoth armies prowling the Islands and huges
fortress preparing the Arragoth's strikeback, but there are no problem to me and my citycens,
cause we are preparing The Great High Elf Army, and no one could stop it all around the world.
Early come the Heroes I demand to lead the Elven Armies. Primus the Warlock joined last
month and a Barbarian want it too now, and he can if Gods are favourables.
Our citycens work hard as only they can do, but it's no suficient because we are poor on minerals
now, but that's still not a problem.
I can hear about a precious material, a metal called Mithril, that we don't know it yet. But
I suppose we can find it later on to use it in armours and swords to our experimentred warriors.
I'm called to arms all my people and I suppose they can take victory over victory to the Last
Peace when I can govern all Elven People at world.
Contact Steiner at post003@hotmail.com
The long shoots of the grassland sway in the gentle breeze before Jhava-Ghad. The smell is sweet and carries well through the confines of his stone dwelling. Looking down from his castle at Trader's Point, he can see the many farmers carting the wide varieties of edible goods that he and his kind rely upon. Even now the populace is busy preparing their booths for the daily trade, for Trade is Life. |
T he booths scattered about the streets below represent the finest goods from across the land - spices, wines, weapons, armor, and of course, the best foodstuffs that money can buy. Nothing is off limits at the bazaar, provided that one can provide the funds for the goods. Jhava smiles to himself as he recants the first rule of trade: "Every one has his price". |
S oon, the marketplace will be crowded, as it is every day, as it has been forever, and even as it was so long ago when there was panic, fear and Death...the legacy of Arragoth and his Legions still burns through the Lore of his people. He remembers the required reading in school of Arragoth's rule, the wretched tales of torture and slaughter. Grimly, he recalls the tales of the enslavement of his people and silently vows, "Never again." |
N ow, looking down proudly upon his people, he wonders if the rumors are true...could Arragoth be awakening? The rumors have been circulating now for at least 6 moons, and yet nothing. No doubt that the monster Arragoth will come after his Dervishes once again, but this time it will be different. This time it will be Arragoth's head on the end of a spear. The oracles could be wrong, though. After all, it has been over 500 years since the darkest days ended... |
T he bell in the tower chimes, signaling the start of the trading day. Jhava-Ghad turns to go meet with the Ministers of Acquisition, when a slight rumble brings him to a halt. A much stronger rumble soon follows, and Jhava rushes to the window. The plume of smoke from the distant volcano can mean only one thing...it has begun. He quickly changes his plans and seeks out his ring of diplomatic traders, for the alliances must be forged soon lest all founder again under the hand of the Evil One. He just hopes he is in time. |
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My name is Grimnir Longhammer; I am Guildmaster to the Hill Dwarf Clan, IronHarp. I am also Lord to this Clan, a title I have yet to become comfortable with. I have instructed my Scribe to provide a brief history of our Clan for you. ...Two and ten cycles ago, the Hill Dwarf Clan Ironharp lived atop of the central mountain of this Isle in a magnificent city known as Highspire. The Clan had resided there for hundreds of years. Caravans would climb the treacherous mountain passes just to trade for our crafts. Kings and noble warriors (and not so noble) would seek out the works of our Smiths and our Tradesmen and reward even the least skillful with riches. Fathers would beg us to take in their sons as apprentices, and pay us handsomely in food, wood, or any other provision that we requested. To this end, we did not have to farm or hunt to sustain the Clan. These were the good days. We all had gold to spend or to lend, and time to craft beautiful artifacts or trinkets that we always wanted to, besides from the weapons, armor and other objects that kept the coffers full. We even started a tradition to create toys that were distributed to the children of the Isles at Midwinter. Anyway back to the story…
"That's enough! I thought I said a brief history." Lord Grimnir Longhammer said as he read over the scribe's shoulder. " I don't wish to put these people to sleep!" He joked. "Also, did you have to tell them about the forges sinking into the earth." |
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Guildmaster to the Hill Dwarf Clan, IronHarp |
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I am Gholan the Conqueror, son of Noc'tat the Beheader, son of Arctun the Merciless, and am now the new King of the Orcs of Nightscar. For too long I have waited to ascend this throne, waited while my former king trembled spinelessly at the mention of the name, Arragoth. Waited, while our once proud army now mined and traded, and grew fat on peace. Waited, whiletheir bloodlust died, and their idle swords forgot the taste of blood. NO MORE!!!! I have trodden over Noc'tats broken body to the King's Throne Chair, and will rule with fists of iron. Our army will be reborn, our rusted swords will be honed to a gleaming edge, and they will know blood again soon. I spit on the name Arragoth--I tremble not, I fear not- for I will slay him and his pathetic minions. It is he who should tremble and cower like the worm he is, for my sword shall meet his throat in due time. We are really a peaceful people, and wish only to live in harmony with our brothers on this God forsaken world. In that spirit, I will send out one and only one entreaty to the other 11 races here: Join me in this quest for the "dreaded" Arragoth, live for battle and honor, war enraged side by side with my armies, and you will share the spoils of war and an eternal alliance (you have my word), as we drink his blood from our goblets in victory.................or oppose me and die. I go now to prepare for WAR!! (Is that the foul stench of dwarves in this hole that I smell?)
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