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Contact Raistlin at foxowl@hotmail.com
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Greetings fellow Wizards !
My name is Lord Honario, conqueror of Oostril ,ruler of Dark Moon Army
,follower of Zombie Master and Emperor of Granola.
I came to this realm from Oostril ,which is great continent where
barbarian people lives !!! After many pillaging, rapes and bloody
victories I become a ruler of Oostril with capitol in Galsberg.
It was a great life where I've got 200 slaves and I haven't got any
problems. Once in city of K'traak on Oostril I found a secret library. After
studying them I have dedicate myself to Zombie Master.
Zombie Master, whose true name no one has uttered for centuries, is the
undisputed lord of the realm of death, decay, and rules over the void which
devours all in the end. Followers of the master do not fear death, for they
know that anything can be as useful dead or alive to further their aims.
I was making some dreadful experiments with knowledge of the library,
and I have created many monsters and disease, which ruined K'traak .
But I wanted more and more , finally I found a way to summon great
demon Belial, who will make me most powerful in all worlds. but......
something goes wrong ,now I even think that someone betrayed but I am
not sure. After the hypnosis rituals I waked up in city which is
called Granola.
People living there helped me to start a new life. I was
dreaming about coming back to Oostril and see my fellow barbarians.
Fortunately I saw that Granola natives are very similar to Oostril
barbarians, but they are more peaceful and they call themselves
plainsmen. After 5 years in Granola ,every know my because of my magic
skills and swordplay. With help of my nearest friends I became emperor
of Granola and all plainsmen. I will defend them from anyone who want
to claim their lands !!!
Contact Lord Honario at stans@promail.pl
Greetings from the Amazon Empire! Lord High Supreme Emperor Keldakar here, wishing all a pleasant war. The Latest news is this... Great and powerful wizards have joined forces with me, the Godling Keldakar, to destroy the accursed Arragoth- Bastard child of a halfwit godling. This Arragoth scourge must be stopped and there is no other way but with force of will and steel. I am working powerful magicks to prepare for this battle and we have found the entrance to his lair. Any who wish to join me in the conquest of this blight, notify me as soon as possible. Any who wish to remain silent-consider the consequences of your silence. Once Arragoth is dispatched, you will be next. You can learn more about the Amazons at our Website, please come visit us.
Contact Keldakar at corinthin@ct.freei.net
> > The Emperor Elendil sits on his throne awaiting the arrival of the most > > > trusted and eloquent of his emissaries. The audience chamber is thick with > > > anticipation. All present wonder, what will the news from the Amazons be? > > > Their ruler, the powerful wizard Keldakar, is said to be fair and just to > his > > > subjects and allies, but fierce and merciless when dealing with his enemies. > > > The messenger was sent with words of peace, offering a powerful alliance, > > might > > > of arms and discovery being the chief goals of this bond. > > > > > > With great ceremony and grace the minister and his party approach the > > > golden seat of their mighty pontiff. The anticipation among those present > is > > > almost tangible in the air, and only the Lord Elendil seems sure of himself > > and > > > the outcome. > > > > > > My Lord spoke the minister with a deep bow The great wizard Keldakar > > > has accepted our offer of peace and cooperation. > > > > > > A cheer rose up from the gathered crowd, and a smile spread acrossthe > > > Lords lips. The minister continued He sends his well-wishes and looks > > > foreward to our alliance. He will also be sending units to our Western > > Borders > > > to help ensure the safety of our empires.? > > > > > > Once the formalities and ceremonies were at last completed in the main > > > audience chamber, the joyous crowd spilled over into the main courtyard of > the > > > castle. All around the castle the forest was alive with light and > celebration > > > from all inhabitants of Starlight Forest. There was a great feast prepared > by > > > the the Lord, for the harvest has been plentiful throughout the Empire for > > many > > > months. After many hours of feasting and conversing with his guests of > honor, > > > lizardmen and icelanders from the newly annexed shires to the west, the Lord > > > Elendil rose and addressed his jubilant subjects. > > > > > > My people, today is a great day in the long storied history of our > people > > > and our city. Our Empire continues to expand, and our emissaries continue > to > > > return with nothing but good news from the Wizard Keldakar. We have much to > > > celebrate! In order to further help our growth, I decree that the daily > > stipend > > > of food throughout the city shall be doubled and no taxes collected. Let > this > > show that I am a just ruler and my people go well rewarded with a job well > done. > > > Continue to work hard and things will only get better for the High Elven > > > people. > > > > > > A great roar went up from the crowd, and the celebration continued with > > > double the vigor as before, and continued throughout for three days.
Contact Elendil at benjamin_held@pepboys.com
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Contact gorgon at bartman@efortress.com
Hello out there, I would like to introduce myself to you with a little story on how I became the mayor of the nice but always working and talking Gnomes. I all started when I was born, I drank my mothers milk and I played with my fathers tools. Of course was I to blame for the unsuccessful inventions of my father, I was the one who "made them fail". I had no brothers or sisters and grew up almost alone. After five years of "destroying" my fathers inventions he expelled me from his lab, from that time on I was with my mother and her tea-party friends. At that time I also went to school and I didn't like I at all. The only thing I did well was reading, writing and to most people's surprise I liked to play sports. It didn't matter what sport, and I was good at them all. I was very proud at the fact that I was the best Gnomic sportsman that ever lived. Until one day there came a wandering merchant in our town, he wasn't a Gnome but he was a human. I never had seen humans before and I was very curious. He also knew some sports and we played them, it was my first encounter with someone who was better than me. We played chess, monopoly, a lot of card sports and a lot of dice sports. I was not able to win any game from him. At that time, I failed my invention and speech exams and I was not of much use to the Gnomic society. My father and mother were very pleased to hear that I would like to travel with the merchant and learn a lot of sports from him. My mother was pleased because I was always interfering her tea-party and my father because his inventions still were no success, he blamed my presence. So the merchant took me with him and taught me every sport he knew. He also taught me how to earn money with sports, he called it gambling but I never really understood what he meant with that. People were just giving me their money because I was better in sports than them, by that time I called myself a master-athlete and I was worthy that name. When I returned home I still was of no use to the Gnomic society so they appointed me , according to them the worst job, to take place in the city council. I liked that job very much, I didn't have to do any inventions and all the talking was done by the other members of the council. Soon I discovered that none of the members of the council were talking about something useful, so I began to make some nice plans to make the city a nicer place to live. The other Gnomes were very enthusiastic when I told them about my plans, they just were not able to think and do something like that. A few months ago I was appointed to be the mayor. The council thought that would give them a break by letting me take all the decisions. And that is true. So now I take all the decisions for the Gnomes. Right now I am preparing for the return of Arragoth and we will defeat him.
Contact G'op at r.j.grotenbreg@student.tudelft.nl
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Contact Gorbaal at alain_hofmann@hotmail.com
The Autumm leaves have fallen in the surface of the world, and soon the
snow will cover the skulls of those wizards who cannot defend themselves
of other conquerors. Here in the Underworld the caves keep warm my
people and offer a fortress against any outsider force that tries to
break the Orcish spirit.
Sometimes I would want to have the strenght of my people, and fall into
the brutality and the frenzied madness of the battle too. However, no
matter, for I have to guide them to the next Spring. I just begin to
believe Barbaek, elder shaman of Nightscar, dead with my strange arrival
in the stone that fell from above, when he foretell my leadership to his
followers. And not all of them have accepted my rule. At my feet is the
corpse of the last fanatic murder, unmaking itself in the ashes after
the darkfires have robbed his life.
In the borders of the kingdom, a strong alliance tries to invade and
obliterate this spirit of endurance, but the Iron Throne will resist the
coming of the hordes. Retribution will come like the wind, unstoppable,
wild and merciless. They want to take the better lands and corner the
Orcs to the Underworld. But desperation turns to anger and hate,
although I shall temper the rage... for now.
We embody the toughness of stone and the power of metal. The backflashes
strike and refresh my mind with visions of cruelty, love betrayed and
destruction, empty of sense and purpose. It seems that fate has put me
in the way of iron. In the forges, weapons rise and magic sounds loud at
my sanctum. A few of the Orcish pride is clinging to me and my soul.
Perhaps I will become completely one of them in some years. I think that
it does not matter yet to me.
I hope you stand still with power. Remember that Arragoth must be
stopped. If you donīt join me, fight hard and merciless against him, or
I will do for you instead.
Knowledge to the sage.
Glory to the brave.
THE SONG OF THE STRANGER ONE.
"Crimson and black in his leathered robes,
purple in his gaze.
Taernaerth did stand in the Iron Throne,
of Mithril were his guards.
Symbols and signs,
wonders and night.
Long hair of dark, semblance of stranger,
nor Orc, nor Human, but something else.
Face adust, long finger grasped
the power that builded the air.
He standed, memories departed
of lost life and love betrayed.
Symbols and signs,
wonders and night.
A work to do, a guide to be,
the stranger held the key.
An Age of Iron, the time when Arragoth
woke up from a dreamed age gone.
Chosen of gods that (he) did not choose,
keeper of Orcs, heart in rage (he) did loose.
Symbols and signs,
wonders and night."
Composed by Ulrica the bard, traveller of the Isles.
Contact Taernaerth at taernaerth@mixmail.com
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