PLAYER 1 - Draconis

No Blurb Submitted As Yet.

Contact Draconis at djdraconis@netscape.net

PLAYER 2 - Derezen Taash

Me Derezen Taash.  You call me Derezen Taash, King of Ogres, King of Mountains, King of All.  No, you look like friend.  You call me Derezen Taash.  Me call me Derezen Taash.  Derezen Taash see you curious.  You wonder how Snotling like Derezen Taash be King of Ogres of Sawtooth, no?  Derezen Taash, King of all Chieftains and Snotlings.  That good story.  Let Derezen Taash tell you. Many, many years ago, Derezen Taash just tiny, young, Snotling.  Nobody care about Derezen Taash.  Other Snotlings not care. Other Snotling children call Derezen Taash  “runt.”  That hurt Derezen Taash  feelings.  Other ogres not care.  Chieftains not care.  No, not chieftains.  Nobody care about Derezen Taash.  Well, Derezen Taash parents care a little. Derezen Taash liked parents.  They gone now. Derezen Taash sisters care a little too. Derezen Taash liked sisters.  They gone now too. One day, Derezen Taash walking down road.  Just walking and hating other Snotling kids for many mean names.  Oh, Derezen Taash get even with them.  Get even good.  Now, who runt? So, Derezen Taash walking down dusty road between school and farm. Derezen Taash met an old man by side of the road.  Funny old man just sitting on rock with his hat on his knee.  He held his hands out in the sun and whistled a pretty song.  He nodded at Derezen Taash as Derezen Taash walked past. Derezen Taash nodded back to the old man. Derezen Taash knew better, but Derezen Taash was curious. Derezen Taash father told Derezen Taash not to get involved with strangers.  Father say nameless evils are attached to strangers, like dragons that might eat Derezen Taash when no one else around. “Hello, boy,” he said. Derezen Taash stopped.  Old man looked more like hawk than dragon.  His clothes were brown and gray and black.  His hands pink like flesh of rabbit hawk had just plucked up.  He face was brown except around eyes.  Around eyes he was white. “Hello,” Derezen Taash say.  “Father tell me not to talk to stranger.” “Good advice,” he said.  “But haven’t you seen me around here before?  I must look familiar.” “No.” Derezen Taash reply. “Who you supposed to look like?” He say, “Look closer.  Look at my clothes.  What color are they?” His shirt was gray like the rock he was sitting on.  He hair was white and his pants were the color of the dirt below the rock.  “All kinds of colors” Derezen Taash say. “But mostly I partake of the landscape, no?” “Yes, guess so.” “That’s because I’m not here.  You’re imagining me, at least part of me.  Don’t I look like somebody you might have heard of?” Well, Derezen Taash couldn’t think of anything.  Can you imagine that.  He not there!  But Derezen Taash see him. Derezen Taash swear it to this day! “Well, I’m full of stories.  Stories about all sorts of magical things.  Things you should know about, Derezen Taash, ” he said, “Yes, I have lots of stories to tell little boys, little girls, even big folk, if they’ll listen.” Then, Derezen Taash started to walk away. “But only if they’ll listen,” he yelled.  “You should really listen to this boy!  You’re life will never be same” But, Derezen Taash not want to listen anymore. Derezen Taash started to run.  “I’ll tell my sister about this!” Derezen Taash yell back as he ran. “You better not!” he replied.   “You tell her and you see what happens to her.” When Derezen Taash got home, Derezen Taash told older sister about the old man.  She smart ogre that one.  She say to tell father in morning when he get home from mine.  Father would fix that old man.  That night, big storm come to Sawtooth.  Biggest storm in many, many years.  Lightning hit house and killed sister. Derezen Taash was scared and did not tell father about the old man. Three days later, Derezen Taash see old man sitting on rock again. Derezen Taash start to run when he see man.  “I’ll tell my other sister about you!” Derezen Taash yelled. “You just do that,” he said. Derezen Taash did tell other sister.  She nice, but not as smart as dead sister.  Another storm came.  Another sister died from lightning. Next day, Derezen Taash see man again. Derezen Taash terrified.   Old man say, “Unless you want another storm to find your parents, you should stop and listen.”  So, Derezen Taash stop and listen.  He not want parents to die.  So, old man told Derezen Taash stories about magic.   Many, many stories.  For many, many days, old man teach Derezen Taash about magic.  He teach Derezen Taash how to use magic.  How to use magic so other ogres like Derezen Taash.  How to use magic to scare ogres that still no like Derezen Taash.  Oh, Derezen Taash learned lots.  Every day for many years, old man sitting on same rock and he always teach Derezen Taash.  He never ask for anything in return.  Derezen Taash learned to like old man.  Once, Derezen Taash asked him, “Why you teach Derezen Taash?”  He said, “Because, my boy, it is your destiny.  You will someday be a Master, like me.” “Master what?” Derezen Taash ask. “You will see my boy,” he said. “You will see.” Then, he start to teach Derezen Taash a new type of magic.  A dark magic.  A powerful magic.  With new powers, Derezen Taash became very important.  Soon, Derezen Taash led the Snotlings and the other Ogres. Derezen Taash overthrew Chieftains with help.  Make them work in mines under whip!  Other ogres happy for while, but most still had to work hard. Then, old man reappeared on day. Derezen Taash was pleased.  Old man started to teach Derezen Taash another new magic.  Another dark magic.  He show Derezen Taash how to make others do work for ogres.  This was very good.  Now, all ogres happy.  Others do work and ogres sleep and eat.  Everyone happy.  Everyone want Derezen Taash to be King.  Everyone like Derezen Taash.  Snotlings like Derezen Taash.  Other ogres like Derezen Taash.  Even chieftains like Derezen Taash.  So, that story.  Good story, huh?  Everyone like story how Snotling Derezen Taash become King! You look confused again?  What bother you?  Oh, you wonder who do work for ogres?  You think we have slaves?  No, workers no mind work.  They do what Derezen Taash tell them.  They not fight back.  They just work. Work all day long, they do.  They no care. Derezen Taash tell you why.  They dead!  Dead no care. Stupid humans in valley seem to care though. Derezen Taash don’t know why.  They say dead their loved ones.  Boo hoo!  They dead now.  They no feel.  They no care.  They work for Derezen Taash now. Derezen Taash say humans just jealous they no think of it first.  Old man tell Derezen Taash same thing. Now humans want to fight over dead.  Let them come, Derezen Taash say.  Ogres ready.  Ogres very ready.  Ogres have magic. Derezen Taash have many mystic powers to win fight.  Old man teach Derezen Taash new spells.  Ogres have mighty army.  Ogre raiders already leave Sawtooth.  They stop invaders before  mountains.  Ogre steel strong.. Ogres have mighty navy. Derezen Taash think many ships rule seas. Ogres have much gold. Dead have been mining gold for Derezen Taash. Derezen Taash like gold. Derezen Taash hire many heroes. Ogres have friends.  Old man tell Derezen Taash that others have been taught same skills as Derezen Taash.  He say Ogres should work with others against humans. Derezen Taash think old man right.     That enough chat for now. Derezen Taash tired.  But, Derezen Taash like talking to you.   Maybe Derezen Taash tell you another story.  Maybe you have story for Derezen Taash.  You want to talk to Derezen Taash, you just write Derezen Taash.

Contact Derezen Taash at jbusby@engin.umich.edu

PLAYER 3 - Daedalus

No Blurb Submitted As Yet.

Contact Daedalus at cellis@fcc.net

PLAYER 4 - T´Rrexx

 
 
 
Prophecy says:
 The day in wich the red moon will shine in 
the sky together with the sun over the snowed drakilak, Kañalmono, 
the war god, will rise again to claimhis domain over crynn

This happened last winter.
Countless generations ago,when the continents were joined creating a Big 
One, Lizardmen ruled the world, with the rigth that gives to be the oldest 
race of the creation. They were divided in more than one hundred tribes, 
being the most powerful the tribe KETEKANEO, The 
Sons of the War God.


With the past of time,other races 
raised. Orcs, Minotaurs, Elves and a little and hairy bippeds called humans 
started to walk over the world.
Despite the continual frictions and wars, the Lizardmen maintained their 
supremacy. Wars were bloody and without cuarter. Alot of legends had raised 
about them, talking about the ferocious battles and the mithycal war beasts 
used in them. Of all of them, the most feared was the GHARLOPAG or "Walking 
Horror" used by the Lizardmen.


With the past of the years, and with 
them the wars, the rest of races increased their influence spheres over the 
world, although the Lizardmen still were the dominant specie.
Howewer, as always happens in nature, this situation could not last 
forever. Until that moment, humans were less than animals, running wild over 
the wastelands, scared of the ancient races. But that situation changed.
After the great cataclism that ripped the continent in pieces, creating 
the Outer Isles, and during the great glatiations that 
followed, something changed in the Humans. They started to organize 
themselves, to stablish permanent settlements, to equal in culture and 
development the other races.  And to develop their most powerful weapons, 
the cavalry and, over all things, MAGIC. And was 
the discovery and develop of the magic arts the thing that permitted the 
Humans become in the news masters of the world.

And in this manner started the Wars of the Exile. 
Humans, leaded by their shamans and sorcerers, started the conquest of the 
great continent, now called CRYNN. Despite the ferocious resistance, 
the finish was always the same. The human infantry, supported by the spells 
of their magic users, managed to make a brach in the enemy´s army, and them 
their cavalry charged, annihilating any resistance. The ancient reces tried 
to copy the same metods to figth the humans ( being the Dark Elves the most 
succesful of all ), but was too late. Step by step, affrontimg the grat 
amunt of casualties suffered during the wars (in fact the lizardmen were 
near exterminated ) the ancient races were forced to leave Crynn, now ruled 
by the humans.

That was a thousand years 
ago. Now it´s time to revenge.
Meeting in the 
sacred hut of the war good.

T´rexx, great lord of 
the lizarmen speaks.
Hear to me 
my loved sons!
After thousand years, finally the prophecy has been 
accomplished.The war good Kañalmono has raised.And he is thirsty.Thirsty of blood.The blood of 
our enemies.

He commands us to war,war against the humans. A cruel and 
bloody war who will rush crynn again.It´s time of revenge my sons! Revenge 
against those human scum who dirts the land like a plague. And we are the 
remedy to that plague.
In other time, they could won us thanks to their powerful 
magic, but this time we have powerful allies who will help us whith their 
dark arts. 
Yes my sons, the old lich masters are with us, and when 
their knoweledge of the arcane arts, and our rage and ferocity, the only 
remant of the human civilization will be the burning ruins of buildings and 
the bones of their deads.
And don´t forget another thing. We are the loved children 
of kañalmono, the war 
good,the great butcher. And he is awaken again, ready to imbue his amazings powers 
in we the lizardmen of drakilak. But that powers have a prize, a prize that 
only can be paid in blood, so prepare your weapons, put the boats in the sea 
and prepareto the moment in which me, t´rexx high 
priest of kañalmono and warlord of drakilak, will cast the order who 
will start the carnage.

Hail 
to the war lord!
Hail to the lizard people!
Death to the different!
The council exploded in a burst 
of entusiasm and frenzy. Hundred of slaves were sacrificed to the war good 
along all drakilak. All the tribes prepared their war parties. The artesans 
started to forge new weapons to the vast amount of warriors that day after 
day reached the capital. In the coast, dozens of warships and transports 
were prepared by the shipyards.The smell of blood and raping can be smelled 
from all the island.And in his lair, the war good laughs filled of power 
waiting to the deadpool that their loved children will start in his 
name.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Contact T´Rrexx at aioras@hotmail.com

PLAYER 5 - Valerien

Contact Valerien at jay.griffiths@expeditors.com

PLAYER 6 - Shadowmage

 
Standing on the to emerald green hills is the beautiful city of Lachlan
Spur. Brightly clothed men and women can be seen moving around the city,
snatches of song can be heard coming from the people as they happily go
about their work. Children play out side of the houses with very large
midriffs, which look like they could easily take off the head of a grown man
yet they play with the children easily. On the highest hill is a small keep
that over looks the Loche. Men wearing kilts can be seen walking the walls
as the eerie wail of bag pipes issue from the tallest tower. AS the tower
grows closer the ringing of steel on steel can be heard over the music.
Through the window can be seen three men. To one side stand the Bag Pipe
player. Dancing around the middle of the room are the two other men, and two
more opposite men could not be found. Both are tall and thin but that where
the similarities end. The one is blond with pale blue eyes wearing a kilt
and sash that is patterned in forest green and sea blue, over a pale sea
green shirt. He wields a Claymore with surprising ease as if he was wielding
a long sword. He calls out taught at the other, "Shadowmage when are you
going to give up that girly weapon for a mans weapon. Now Morrigan she is a
true weapon." He brings an overhead swing that will surly cut the other man
in half, but the other brings up his long slightly curved blade to redirect
the blow to one side and says, "Ah but Llew Llaw Gyffes how could I even
pick up such a monster of a blade. Rinkemol will do me just find, she can
turn any monster aside." Shadowmage has black hair and brown eyes with a
dusky completion.  He wears similar cloths to Llew's just about 2 shades
darker, and a gold pendent with a ruby the size of a babies fist hangs
around his neck. Llew says, "So do you think it is time?" Shadowmage dodging
another swipe and bringing Rinkemol in low as Llew jumps her, "Of course it
is time. You know you feel the call too, maybe not as much as me but we all
feel the call." Llew's lands and brings Morrigan up with surprising speed
intro a cross swing chest high sending Shadowmage back pelting, "Yes I feel
it but are our people ready? It has been so long séance the the Lich Lords
were banished." Shadowmage slips in low behind the swing sweeping with his
legs to knock Llew's legs from under him, "Of course they are ready, just as
we are ready." Shadowmage brings Rinkemol up in a underhand swing reversing
it suddenly to lay the blade against Llews throat."


 

How can we dwell solely in the sunlight,
 whenall
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 Shadowmagi@earthlink.net

 PLAYER 7 - John The Boring

No Blurb Submitted As Yet.

Contact John The Boring at john@mcintoshhome.freeserve.co.uk

 PLAYER 8 - Dimlůr




The Sand People of Jaffna



 

"When what they do is hidden, men sometimes deal with strangers in ways
they wouldn't if there where other eyes to see."

The Sand People of the Desert City Jaffna would like to welcome emissaries from all over
the world to come to our city. We are a friendly people, and would like to establish
contact with as many nations as possible for trade and forming of alliances. We suspect
that our main trade will involve gems for about everything else.



"The quickest to harm a stranger are the soonest to think a stranger will
harm them"

Think about it. I addmit that if I hear rumors that anyone is plotting against
me, I might just make use of attack as the best defence. So for everyone out there who
feels the same way; You have my word that I will not brake any alliance without giving you
at least one months warning. That should perhaps make it easier to live peacefully.

"There is no salvation without destruction, no hope this side of
death"

The Sand People of Jaffna are a fierce people, addepted to the harsh landscape
they live in. The deserts have got dry air, and the heat is relentless, with the sun a
lump of molten gold high in a cloudless sky. The heat can easliy kill outlanders, so be
advised not to enter without guidance from one of our people. Women as well as men fight
in battles, and dying on the battlefield is considered the best way to leave this life for
the afterlife.

 

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Contact Dimlůr at frode.klev@himolde.no

 PLAYER 9 - Alodar the Apprentice


*sigh* Seems yet another cloning loop has taken effect - this has happened so
many times that I don't even get deja vu-feelings of having been here before,
now I begin to get deja vu-feelings of having had similar deja vu-feelings
before...

Yes, I know I have only myself to blame - I should never have fiddled with that
'clone self' spell back on my first homeworld in the first place... Hey wait,
that CAN'T have been me, that must have been the original Alodar! Listen up,
you old original fool, your clone thrice (at least) removed curses the day
you in your infinite vanity and stupidity thought you had mastered the 'clone
self' spell - you got yourself and all your progeny (or clonegeny, or whatever)
stuck in an endless loop of clonings, doomed to wander the magic realms like
some sick travesty of the Flying Dutchman...

[Original Alodar listening in in disgust; Yes, a SICK travesty indeed, more
 like a Barfing Weakman than a Flying Dutchman...]

Hmm, thrice removed - it HAS to be much more than that, let me try to count...
{Umpteen hours later} Well, unless I have forgotten some incarnation - or
should I say clonecarnation *grumble* - I must be a clone at least fortytwice 
removed from the original... Now I'll only have to figure out what to do with
such a piece of trivia - usually no pursuits in the magic realm are trivial..

Well, no point in brooding over trivial pursuits any longer - let us go
exploring this new world - somehow I seem to sense an odd familiarity in the
vibrations of magic, maybe this is actually quite a decent place to spend a
clonecarnation in...

-HEAR YE, HEAR YE, OH INDECENT SINNERS! Unless you immediately leave your dark
 and perverted ways and turn to the only righteous path this world knows - the
 druidic path - this world is going to come (coming to go?) to a violent end!

[*sigh* So much for my hopes for a DECENT place...]

-All right, you doomsayer, since you have disturbed me in my peaceful slumber,
 err... deep meditation, I mean, why don't you climb down from that soapbox of
 yours (hey, it isn't even yours, you miserable fool) and tell me what all this
 dark and druidic stuff is about! I happen to have some knowledge of magic,
 be it druidic, dark, crimson, blue, orange, yellow or.... never mind, just
 MAGIC is probably enough...

-Oh wonderful, then you must be the answer to my prayers, and to the prayers of
 my community as well! You see, we are threatened by the evil forces of the
 lich masters, who have revived skills we thought (or at least hoped...) were
 long forgotten...

-Lich masters!? *shudder* So much for my hope of being cloned into a peaceful
 surrounding this time... *sigh*

-Pardon me, sir?

-Never mind, you stealer of soapboxes... But I am a little hungry, and you
 mentioned something about a community... ?!

-Oh yes, sir! Please come with me, sir... ?

-Alodar the Apprentice was the name, fella! [Fortytwice removed from the
 original, and even that is far from far enough...]

-OK, sir Alodar, come this way, please! And then I can tell you more about our
 difficult situation while we are walking - you see, our former wizard and
 leader of our magic college went on a dangerous mission to the islands and
 never returned...

[Two hours and a few more miles later]

-Thank you for the briefing, fella! So this is your magic college - not too bad
 even for a prosperous city in the plains like this... er, what is it called?

-This is the capital of the plains of Gabton in the world of Crynn, sir Alodar!
 A quite prosperous region with plenty of riches, I daresay!

-Then how come you cannot even afford your own soapbox - never mind..
 Thank you for showing me the way - and don't you worry about those leeches
 called liches, good old Alodar the [cloned] Apprentice has dealt with worse
 magic than that in other realms!

-I am truly relieved to hear that, sir Alodar! Good luck!

All that soap box opera stuff made me realise I do need a shower - now where is
the bathroom... All right, now a quick shower, and good old - or newly cloned -
Alodar will be fit for fight again! 

*grumble* Just my usual luck - the water tank seems to be empty... Well, spells
are made for use, so let's try the WYSIWYG spell - not that I have any idea
what the acronym stands for, but it sounds like having something to do with
water... [**SPLAASHH!**]

What the [spell "expletives deleted" hurriedly cast by the original Alodar]
was THAT?? *SHRIEK* I look like I have fallen into a bucket of multicoloured 
paint!! OK, so now I am fluent in druidic, dark, crimson, blue, orange, yellow
AND multicoloured magic... *grumble*

All right, I'll have to get rid of these colours eventually but I think I'll
keep them for now - they seem to turn even that snotty peacock out there in the
garden into a unicoloured green - with envy, I presume *chuckle*

Ahh, here we seem to have the library... Now where do I start - hmm, this title
looks promising:

"A Short Introduction to the Foundations of Crynn Magick".

"A short introduction" - that sounds good! I like them short and snappy - wait,
what says the fine print...

"Volume I of XLII"...

*sigh* Too bad I never bothered about the "speed reading" spell back on my
homeworld... Now where did I put my glasses...


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

 PLAYER 10 - Doombringer


Doombringer watched the stars gleaming over the icy seas. If you knew where
to look you could see the legendary Crystal Path pointing the way here.
Only the Shaman and Clan Leader knew this was a real path and not just a
legend. As both, Doombringer had already broken several ancient traditions.
The Shaman and Clan leader were always two different people. They had no
reason why, they just were. He however had earned both. As a proven leader
he had united many of the rouge Icelanders and now they were the largest
clan around, He also excelled in the reading of signs and some small magic.
But his skill was growing daily and he far surpassed the old shaman. He was
given the Shaman title just over a year ago. 
It had been a long year. Terrible things were on the move. Huge tribes of
vicious creatures were marauding everywhere. Most did not know why. He did!
He had been where no Icelander would go. He had seen the terrible
destruction and unnaturally things that have been done to once living
creatures. He had seen the Lich Masters Power. Yes the Lich Masters had
returned. Thought long gone, except be the aloof Icelanders, others had
relaxed. He had been preparing his clan, even though they did not know it,
for the harsh time to come. All was in readiness and the would strike out
that very next morning. The Crystal Path was leading outwards for the first
time ever. It had always led towards them, but now it showed Doombringer's
destiny... it was out there!
He had seen the awesome power of the Lich Masters and had felt to
completely different emotions. Disgust and envy. Even after all this time
his was unsure which one would win out. After all he was Doombringer. He
was unsure for whom but it would be for his enemies or his Clan. Only the
Fates know for sure. He did know the world was going to change and his
Icelanders were not going to sit be idly and watch. They would fight for
there share of the new world, which ever way it turned out. After all , he
was DOOMBRINGER!



Contact Doombringer at mccool@marshallnet.com




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