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Who am I? I am the Destiny known as Moonface, who some call Cruel.
Why do I call myself a 'Destiny'? That is what we are. You. Me. All. Or
at least that is the part of our existence that has importance. In fact
there are three parts to any existence: The past, or one's memory; the
present, being that moment in time in which our physical form exists; and
the future, which me and my kind call one's destiny.
Why is one's destiny the most important part? Your past and present are of
no use to me. What is done is done. I cannot influence events that are now
a memory. But one's destiny, ah yes, that I can manipulate...
How? By altering events in the present, or soon to be present, so as to
affect events taking place farther into the future. An example for the
simple-minded: you might have had a child by your mistress had you lived,
but I have killed you, and accordingly no child will now be born.
Is this not what we all do? Of course, but some are not so limited in their
foresight as simpletons such as you and your ilk. One in ten thousand has
the inkling of a truly greater power, the power to look upon another and see
the possible destinies stretching forth from the present until infinity.
These people call themselves prophets, readers, soothsayers, and they dress
their rude powers in cloaks of ritual and mystery. But they are fools,
barely in control of their gift, and seldom aware of the true limits of
their abilities.
Am I one of those? No. Perhaps once I was, but I was found, trained,
changed, and am now something...more.
Who found me? Perhaps you should say what found me. But it is not your
destiny to know my Master's name. Perhaps in the future...yes, I see that
it will become known to you, but not yet.
Can I tell the future? Hah, poor fool! Have you understood nothing? We
speak not of some carnival amusement for the old and the gullible! I see
many futures. The farther from the present, the more diverse the range of
possible futures, some more likely, some less. The farther from the
present, the greater the consequences of even the most subtle of influences.
Though any mortal may influence events, knowingly or unknowingly, their
clumsy meddling resonates through time, shredding previous destinies asunder
left and right. It is only by the delicate touch of a master that one can
manipulate a man's choice of bride next year, change the name a baby will
give to his first born son, or raise one race up to the heights of
civilisation, while casting another down into the pit of primitive savagery.
But some destinies are more difficult to master than others. Peasants, even
petty Lords, are simple. The rude and backward Gnomes of Astral Lajus were
childsplay to influence. It was the work of a moment to divine the strand
of destiny most likely to put me at their head, and to manipulate events to
ensure that outcome. A thought here, an accidental death there, a quite
word to a few, a ringing speech to the masses, and viola - I am their
prophet, their saviour come to life. They will die for me. They have died
for me, though they know it not. But others are more difficult. Wizards
for instance. Wizards' destiny's are clouded in doubt and uncertainty,
difficult to change, and there are many Wizards' destiny's on this world.
Truly my Master has set me a difficult task...
Am I evil? No and yes. Some call me cruel, because few can see the real
future object of my present actions. Is it cruel to destroy a city to save
a nation? Kill a future plague carrier in his cradle? But in truth I serve
neither good nor evil, though sometimes either guise is useful in service to
my Master. Was it cruelty to subjugate the Gnomes? To spill their blood
(and spill more in the future)? You may think so, but the Gnomes of Astral
Lajus will form the centre of an empire, the heart of a great nation. They
too will reap the benefits of that happy destiny (should it come to pass).
What are my intentions? Why have I come to this world? I am here because
my Master directed me here. I intend to carry out his instructions. No
more, no less.
And what do I want of you? Ahh, my young wizard, that you will know in
time. Perhaps your place is to ally with me and be swept to glory. Perhaps
your place is only to die, sobbing and broken in the ruins of your once
proud citadel, the bodies of your folk strewn at your feet. Perhaps the
part you will play is more subtle, to tweak and influence the future of
another, who in turn will....but perhaps I say to much, perhaps you will
find out soon enough.
Come now my friend, your destiny awaits...
Contact Moonface the Cruel at warren.mcintosh@linklaters.com
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 reetings
Glorious
Wizards
of
Alustria,
I
am Don
Corleone,
Leader of the Karak
Tarun
Dwarves. For centuries we have battled many of
those
who lay claim to our lands, and yet we still survive...
here...
in Mahalton,
and will continue to do so against all those that
threaten
our way of life.
With
that warning aside, we would like to extend our
hospitality
and friendship to all those who wish to exist, with us,
in
peace and harmony. Let it be known that any
messengers
that we receive shall be fed, entertained and well
rested
before he, or she, is sent back home, with news of trade
or
alliance.
We
are of a peaceful race, who like nothing better than to
work
a hot forge, in pursuit of excellence in weaponry and
armory.
We mine for iron and mithril to make the sharpest
of
blades and the most durable of armor. We welcome
any
strangers with open arms, and test their endurance with
our
finest ales... aye, we DO like a drink or
two.
So,
it is true. Caizarius
lives to bring death and destruction back into this
world.
Normally, I would not concern myself with such
things,
but the threat he poses is too great, and cannot be
ignored.
Day by day his minions grow in numbers, while he
hides
in the shadows, ever growing stronger!
As
you might have guessed, I have never been one for the
Dark
arts, as I've taken the Druidic lessons and discipline
to
heart... but do not underestimate my desire for
survival.
If serving under Caizarius
means that the Karak
Tarun
dwarves will survive for generations, then so be it... I
anxiously
await your messengers.
Don
Corleone,
General
of
the
Dwarves
of
Karak
Tarun
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Welcome
one, welcome all... to the barren mountain that is,
Karak
Tarun.
Situated
on the island we call Mahalton,
this place is home to us Hill Dwarves. Doesn't look like
much
does it? Let me tell you, though... these hills are
alive! Our
homes have been carved into these harden rocks, where we
toil
all day and night in search of the wondrous metal,
mithril.
From this magnificent resource, we are able to make axes
with
the sharpest blades, and armor that can withstand the
strongest
blows. For a fee,
we could also take orders to make longswords and two-
handed
swords... both of which we are not accustomed to using.
Here
is a sample of what we Dwarves can do, given a hot
forge,
some metal and a little craftmanship.
After
a hard days work, what better way than to relax with a
tankard
and some good company! Every third building in this city is
a
pub of some sorts, where we all gather to have a good time.
Even
though we are not known for our music, we sure can kick up a
good tune or two, before the beer gets to us. We look
forward to
drinking with you in the future!
 We
are led by our great leader Don
Corleone, whose past still
remains a
mystery. He appeared many moons ago, during the Wars
of Attrition against the
Highlanders,
where he saved our king from the clutches of the enemy
Unfortunately, the king died when he was brought back to the
castle, but not before proclaiming Don as our new leader. He
avenged the death of our great king by driving back the
invading
forces to a stalemate, thus victory was not achieved. Then
Caizarius
made his appearance and drove both the Highlanders and
ourselves
back. Many good dwarves fell that foul day so that the rest
can
return home to fortify our defense further. Today, we regroup,
to
battle again one day...
As
for neighbours, we have them pesky Highlanders, whom we
haven't
heard from in a while. They be hardy folk, with arms the size
of
tree trunks, and enough zest and zeal for life to put the most
eager dwarf to shame... but no matter, in these dark times, we
wish them the best of luck, and hope that past can be buried
in
the past, we dwarves hold no grudges. We sure wouldn't mind
having
them by our side, as they swing a mean sword!
We
also have a community of elves
or two near by, but they stay the heck away from us, although
we
know not why? Perhaps they do not like our beer...
With
that, I leave you with a picture of quieter and more peaceful
time, where Caizarius
was just a word that spewed forth when one sneezes... oh
well...
may Lady Fate smile upon you all, and visit us
soon!
Kegadon,
local
clown,
and
proud
of
it!
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Contact Don Corleone at hizz13@tm.net.my
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Contact Nameless Wiz at gbcons@acsworld.net
Ahh, my Halfling warriors are on the move. Leaving there rich
homeland of Sarro Banks they have discovered traces of another
community of Halflings living in a fertile valley. Soon we shall
meet and become one united force in these times of trouble.
Scouts travelling in the opposite direction have found Lizardmen
tracks. These Lizardmen are said to be fierce warriors, and will
make excellent troops with which to defend the Halflings and
expand there territory.
Back in the Halfling capital construction is finally underway.
A blue print error earlier brought construction to a crashing
halt, but now everything seems back on track, as taverns and inns
are being built for the expected travellers who will visit the
land. Already one band of merchants is visiting the new tavern in
the capital, but to our dismay they are trying to con the public
into paying an exorbatant price for there goods. We were looking
at selling them some goods, but we dont have any to spare with
the quantity of building being carried out throughout the empire.
Giarc Ravesor
Contact Giarc Ravesor at rosevear.craig.ca@bhp.com.au
Glarg Gnarldstone me. Grand greatest leader of
strongest Ogres me.
Dream me bad dings so down to cave dat whispers go me. Dream
not me of tasty dings to eat, dream of bad ding wid face dat look like it eaten up
already. Disturbed me wid dese dreams. Cave is place of power greatest, all Ogres dat
die go dere. Grand greatest leader me, so dose dat die in my ear
whisper.
"Caizarius comes again to destroy the peoples and lands, to destroy the
Ogre homes. Much suffering will be had by those among you. Raise unto you an army.
Find those that you helped before. Protect your home and those that help you. Return
to us and we will help to guide you."
Dey whisper me dat bad dings come. Bad
dings dat try to take Ogre home. Dream me bad dings while dey whisper to me.
Bad
dings not come to Ogre home! Grand greatest leader me, take Ogre's and smash to bits
dese bad dings! All kill who dese bad dings dey help!
Glarg Gnarldstone me. All
Ogres gather, go get dose dings we need to build grand greatest Fort! Find dose dat
help us, bash dose dat dont!
Contact Glarg Gnarldstone at mminar@en.com
It´s a cold morning, but what could you expect
in the artic land?
I´m standing in front of a group of old men. They make
call them "The Sage Council", hmmm, we will see. One of them joins
the enough guts to speak to me :
-Are you the
Ice Lord, sir?
The Ice Lord. What a pathetic
title. My name is Malkarma. I´m a planeswalker, and this had been since
thousands of years. In my long existence I have been witness of nearly all
possible events.
I have seen empires rise and others fall. I have seen
races grow and impose their dominance, and others vanish from the existence.
I´ve seen powerful lords leading his armies victory after victory, only to
be defeated by gods scared of his powers. Also, I have seen the same gods
destroyed by beings armed only with their faith and willpower.
And for what?
For nothing more than enjoyment.
Where the leeser beings see justice, rigthiouness,
wraith, fear, agression... It´s only the hands of a planeswalker, pulling
the strings of his minions to achieve a deeper and more important goal, the
goal of their master, the victory in the Big Game.
Because this is what we, the
planeswalkers, are. Players. Players of a vast and neverending game. A game
in which each of us maneuver and use his pawns to achieve a victory over the
others, advancing one step closer of the Final Victory, one step closer of
gaining... who knows?
Some of us think that is the Total Rulership over the
existence. Others think that is the Supreme Knowledge. I
personally think that is nothing more than a cosmic joke, but meanwhile is
funny and helps me to combat the boring.
-
You´re in home now Master. Please follow us.
In home. What
ingenuity. What could he knows about my home? My residence is placed in...
Well is not necesary to reveal his location, I prefer to maintain it in
secret.
My home is a strange place, some would describe it as
some kind of ethereal plane, whith its enviroment in constant change, with
an amalgam of colours that only the natives of that place could ever
imagine. And its natives. Someones would call them gods, others would call
them deamons. I prefer call them... neighbours.
And this old man dares to call this wasteland "my home".
I reward him whit a gaze as cold as the steel.
With a sign, by the moment I prefer not to speak, I
command them to scort me to their settlement.
The vision of his settlement make me doubt about the
wisdom of my decision. Their settlement is not much more than a group of
shaks surrounded by a wooden palisade. I will have a lot of work if,
finally, I decide to lead them.
Because that is the life of a Planeswalker. We spend a
vast portion of our life traveling from plane to plane, from world to world,
trying to keep us actives in the game.
With a single think, we decide the fate of entire
nations, even entire races. A single decision can cause the rise of a empire
and its dominance over centuries, and another decision can condemn it to the
total oblivion. But who cares about this little things, having the
posibility of a victory in the Big Game?
-
My Lord. Did you want to know the reasons of our
calling?
This time is the
youngest one who speaks. With a movement of my head let him know that he can
start. Of course I know the reasons of their calling, but I want to know
their version. They call me how they founded his settlement, Tekke
Marnus, the wars caused by Caizarius and a lot of stories more.
What diferent of the real situation.
Normally, I decide what worlds visit and when, but this
time was different. Two weeks ago, my servants informed me that someone was
trying to cast some kind of summoning over my person. Intrigued I decided to
investigate it. The summoning attemp was originated in the world of
Alustria. That worldn had been battered by near 200 years of wars against a
powerful Lich Lord called Caizarius. Although very powerful, he was
unable to win and he was defeated several times.
But in his conquer attemps he caused havoc and
destruction over his entire world, forcing many people to leave his homes.
One of these were the inhabitants of Tekke Marnus, who fled from their home
in Isarna to arrive in Pejron. And now, fritghened by the
posibility of another war against Caizarius, they have attempted to summon
one of his legend Demigods, the Ice Lord.
If I must have sincere, I don´t care about Caizarius, his
wars, and all what he could do. But this situation could give me another
reward. A big competition between my equals, so I decided to anwser they
call. And here I am. Of course, I adopted an aspect more similar to the
impersonation they was waiting.
-...and these are the reasons of our calling,
Mylord.
The speech of the
old man makes me comeback to the real world. Well I think that is a good
moment to start to speak. But, what is supposed that "my carácter
speaks"? In any case, Who cares about it?
-
Well. Is enough. I will help you, but first of all I
want to see you settlement. We have a lot of work there.
After finish taht words,
I start to walk towards the Tekke Marnus settlement. The old men barely can
follow my pass.
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Blurb in the Plains
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Greetings honorable
Lords,
It has been some time since the
people of the plains have last expanded beyond the
borders of their homeregion.
we have been inactive for a
long long time due to the heavy losses we suffered when
keeping the undead legions
of the Dark One from
destroying
our last refuge, Reert. Now that we dare to move out
again, what do we find? Burned
Earth wherever we search. The
towns of our fellow Plainsmen of the isle have been
razed, their glorious civilizations destroyed. it makes
us sad to
see this, and we no longer wonder why we have not heard
from them for so long. still,
the survivors report that we
are not the only ones left on this isle. Dwarves
and Elves are supposed to have survived
the onslaught of the undead
lord. And we have heard rumors about
some of the old clans have survived up in the
Highlands.
One remarkable thing we
have noticed though: How come now, that
finally we are ready to move,
all the others begin to stir as well? Is it a
sickness that drives all
the Lords, Kings and Emperors to to lust for
power? And if so, is it a
contagious disease? We do not know. Still we
wonder. And we obey. It
is our joy to once more ride out into the vast
plains and grasslands
that surround our capital: Reert. Still should
there be to many
sacrifices demanded of us, we shall see. For
now beware, do not take
us lightly. Yes, we ride. And yes, we kill
those who block our path.
(well, sometimes it is the other way round
too, but that is another
matter).
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Dwarves? A surprisingly stubborn folk.
Especially stubborn in staying alive actually...
We must know, we fought them
once long time ago, and they were worthy opponents. And
worthy allies in the defense of our island. now, what to
do
of them? Skilled miners they are after all; maybe we
will find friendly agreements
of trade with them. But who has
ever been able to outsmart a dwarf?
We took a long time to figure that these
stupid looks in their faces
(and do not try to tell me you ever saw a
bright looking dwarf ! ) are
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Hehehe, Highlanders.
Strange eating habits they have. Do they ever
eat the real meat or is
all they fancy the innermost parts of whatever
they hunt. We must
admit, one of our scouts spent several
fruitless weeks hunting the
famed 'Haggis'. A fanatic hunter himself he
wanted to bring home a
trophy of value to his wife and son. When
after many days of solitude
in the Highland's hills and mountains he
returned to an inn (called 'Happy
Haggis House') people finally shared the
truth about this 'animal'
with him, he seems to have suffered a
permanent psychological shock
which resulted in a nervous breakdown. For
those who are interested,
after half a year of intensive care he was
able to take up normal life
again. He now has his own haggis ranch in a
remote corner of the
plains of Reert. Should you, traveler ever
venture that far and by any
chance meet him, please do not destroy his
illusions by telling him
they are simple goats.
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That leaves us with the Elves;
great archers they are supposed to be, with
two developed
towns not far away from Reert.
It took us a while to find out why our Philosophers and
Scientists all left town
for some unknown destination,
but when the reports of the splendor of the elven towns
reached us, their reason was
clear. What can we do to match
their elegance? Maybe not try at all. Our strength lies
in battle, not in philosophy.
We ride over the endless plains
and need no words.
Still our leader Gil-galad
wants us to take friendly contact with them. he has
some elven blood in him as it seems.
That might explain his strange
interest in writings and magic formulas.
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we
meet; peace is welcome, we have no need for war.
If you wish to contact
Gil-galad, just
send message, he knows how to read, or at least he
pretends so....
... and this
is his message to you:
| Lords,
I have come
into this world to build an
Empire. May this be an Empire built by
trading, warfare or other
means is yet open and will be seen.
Still I presume you have
similar intentions. My hopes are that I
will be able to work
together with you, or at least some of
you, those who I feel I
can trust.
Little do I
know yet about this world.
Still my knowledge is growing, and so is
my domain. i invite you
to contact me here in my home so that we
may talk, talk about
trade and expansion plans. I know that
the most important
battles are won on the diplomatic floor,
and they tend to be the
only ones where both sides can win. So
please do not hesitate,
feel free to speak up frankly, it will
not hurt.
Gil-galad |
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