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Contact Corrino at post002@hotmail.com
There will be a "Kneecap Beauty Contest" in Cropers Wood on Thursday, February 30. Entry is open to all non-Halfling females who wish to submit themselves to this sort of thing. Bring a friend and unload in the White Zone.
Contact Goodgulf at noplayer@wow.pbemgame.com
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Contact Lord Folken at teviapercutir@hotmail.com
Hear me all that toil for the bounty of your masters, The beast has awakened. No longer can we sit idly by as the savages sap the land of its vitality. The hearth is left cold and the seas run red with blood. Signs point to the arrival of our master Arragoth. His will shall be ours and all that oppose him shall meet utter defeat. Time is of the essence. The weak shall fall to the strong. It is the the way of the world. You and your children shall soon bow down to us. Soon, all the races of this desolate planet shall become slaves to the grand inquisition. Beware. Let this message serve as notice that the Minotaur empire will soon become masters of you all. Signed, KAZ, royal scribe
Contact Heartbreaker at slkiceman@aol.com
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Contact Alex of healing at wolfman991101@aol.com
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Contact K.O.M. at efumeta@hotmail.com
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Contact Kurita at abuelsito@hotmail.com
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Contact Djibril Ibn Shaazam at rvguegn@club-internet.fr
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Contact Zargoth Mikhail the wyrm at nicklas.stein@swipnet.se
A new age started in the town of Farawayfromorl. A newcomer wizard whose name was Rebeka moved to the desolate castle next to the town. For the first time, the paid attention to the strenge noises coming from the castle, but later light filtering out from the old tower of the castle ensecured them about the wizard's existence. On the market day by day people talked about the newcomer of the castle. Altough it didn't mean scandal in the first sense of word, because gossiping was not strange from the gnomes, they were famous of discussing things mainly in the market place. Many were guessing who the secret Lord could be. Someone belived that the new Lord was a hill dwarf. The little inventors did not loved this idea very much, because they didn't like very the strangers. In a nice day, truth will out. Not a foreigner became the new Lord of the shire, but a pretty woman of the their spieces. At the beginning men were against the fact and accepted it as an impossible idea. They did not understand how it could happen, but their oppinion changed in a short time. Some curious reflection felt around the woman. Whoever got near to her, he failed under her influence. It couldn't be compared to some magic ,it belonged to her nature. When she spoke with somebody, the one felt that he was speaking with the purestcreature whomever he met in his life. In this way, it was not a wonder that the topic of conversation in the village was the new queen's commendation. Still the introduction of the new inventions was not forgotten. In the greatest feast of the town, on the Day of the Machines, a strange thing happened which changed the calm life of the village forever. The magician appeared in person at the highlight of the organization and started speaking about her plans. She spoke about strange things: about the place she came from and about foreign countries. First the Gnomes did not understand it, but the queen's words touched their harts. They imagined the future surrounding world in front of us where everybody bowed the head and bent the knees. The still despiced Gnomes became respected members of the world. They imagined that their inventions still laughed at were used in every household. The magician' speech changed entirely life in Farawayfromorl and the inhabitants of the town started looking at the world from another point of view.
Contact Rebeka at vtiti@freemail.hu
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Contact Sigurd Kneebiter at juliaboo@lineone.net
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Contact Nameless Wizard at wpjacobberger@ra.rockwell.com
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