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The dawn of a new era came with the sunrise in the Dervish 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.
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.
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.
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.
If god be for us then who could stand against us...
Contact Fluffy at proximity@erols.com
The clansmen of Lachlan Spur were a hearty lot. They had to be. Winters were cold and harsh, with the usual complement of inclement weather: snow, sleet, ice, freezing rain. By the time summer rolled around, the peat bogs were almost thawed out. Aye, Lachlan Spur was not the ideal place to start a resistance against the forces of the Lich Masters. But yet, the very ruthlessness of the climate might make Lachlan Spur the ideal place to train forces to stand against the masters of the undead. The old king had died and a new heir was to be chosen. According to the rites of the highlanders, the king would be chosen at the games. The man who could prove himself the strongest of mind, body and character would claim the throne. Days of festivities underscored the seriousness of each claimant to the throne, as the men struggled not only against each other, but against themselves. Finally, a victor emerged: one who had shown his mettle in physical combat and in solving the challenges of the elders. The victor's name was Ewen MacGregor. Ewen was a remarkable specimen of brawn and brain. He stood about 6'5" and had flaming red hair that seemed to reflect many of the earthtones of the rocks in the hills. Ewen's charge was clear. He was to help expand the holdings of his clansmen and to keep the homeland safe from the forces of the Lich Masters. His first decisions would be crucial in establishing the direction of his people. It was clear that the people needed motivation and entertainment, so Ewen ordered the construction of a tavern. It would not be long before he himself was spending considerable time there. After the tavern - who knew. Certain decisions would be easier to make once he had had time to sleep upon them. He knew he must send the few military forces he had in various directions. With a little luck, he could send the vast number in the proper direction, gaining some much needed initiative in the race for expansion. Time would tell for Ewen and the highlanders of Lachlan Spur whether or not they would be among the races to defeat the forces of the Lich Masters. The only thing that was certain was that tough times and trials were to come.
Contact Ewen MacGregor at gstruthers@gunder.com
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Sarpedon, Hegemon of Icelander Holdings Pty Ltd addresses the shareholders : "Order, order guys. Settle down. Save that quaffing for later. As you are all by now aware, with the new Icelander corporate restructure, a new mission statement is imminent. I understand the old motto was..... let me just get my notes... and I quote : "Crush your enemies, See them driven before you, And hear the lamentation of their women" Frankly this sort of old fashioned approach will be swept away by the broom of progress. Market forces and consumer driven product placement are our new watchwords." "But, will we still be able to drink from the skulls of our foes ?" "Well, Anthrax , this is still on the negotiating table, but at this stage we think a certain amount of enemy-skull-drinkage will be part of the award, with possibly an option of raping-and-pillaging executive productivity bonuses.... (A large beer stain obscures the rest of the transcript)
Contact Sarpedon at nash_r@optusnet.com.au
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