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"We exited the cave and found ourselves in a desloate land full of hills populated with gnomes. We continued on in search of other wizards, and wood. We had but scouted into the next shire when we were brutally attacked by Telmanon's dervishes and the survivors retreated back into to the cave, from there we held of the dervishes using the terrain to our advantage. We need support Cairnlord Warblebutt, I have made diplomatic overtures to Telmanon but we have yet to recieve any sort of reply. Still no sign of Pighead's followers or anyone else for that matter." Report from Bogweasel the Seer The grey dwarves muttered among themselves about what to do.
Contact Warblebutt at trevors@zfree.co.nz
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Contact Kanzar at poonaapierre@hotmail.com
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Contact Nameless Wizard at nemenix@aol.com
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Contact Aetius at akhorahil@themail.com
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Contact Owl at owl_portf@yahoo.com
My people are unhappy. I can see it in the way they move and I can feel in the air. For generations untold our lives have been governed by traditions handed down by our foremothers. Traditions that helped govern our lives, each other and our honor. Now those traditions have been ripped out by their roots and our lives will never be the same. It all started on the night of the Quake. Homes was lost, several people injured, but luckily no one was killed. The people came to my mother, their Queen for guidance and she immediately put them to work cleaning up the village and caring for the injured. After everyone was busy with a task she went to visit Diana the Listener, to receive her counsel on tonight activities. She was turned away by Diana's apprentice with the statement that Diana was listening to the Ancient Ones and could not be disturbed for any reasons. The next morning a council of the Elders was called and Diana shared what she heard from the Ancient Ones. I know I shouldn't have, but I eavesdropped on that council, and heard the news. A great danger was awakening, the old god, Arragoth, was awakening. We must form alliances with the other races to defeat him while he still slept or suffer the slavery of his rule once again. A strong leader would be needed to guide our people through these times or we would be lost in the pages of history. As tradition demanded a Vote of Leadership was called. So that the Elder best suited to lead us during a time of crisis would have the mantel of Queen. My mother retained the mantel by an unanimous vote. The next day she headed out with her hunting party to spread the news to the other villages and that is when true disaster struck. Two days after my mother left another quake hit, this one much stronger than the first, so strong that it toppled trees that has stood longer than the Eldest could even remember. It was one of these fallen giants that killed my mother. When her party brought her mangled body back to us the village wailed its grief to the Ancient Ones, myself the loudest. A week after my mother was given over to the Ancient Ones the elders was still fighting over who would lead us in this time of crisis. With the ill omen of the Jungle attacking us, the same Jungle that has protected us our entire existence, no one felt they had the strength to guide us through the dangers ahead. Finally Diana was called upon to performed her most sacred and dangerous duty. She Spoke with the Ancient Ones to ask them for their guidance. The news she brought back to us was more unnerving than the death of our Queen, but the Ancient Ones spoke and thus it was made so. The mantel was placed upon my shoulders, Paradox, the first King of the Amazons.
Contact Paradox at thombarbee@aol.com
Something Leafy Stirs in a Glade Nothing much new this week, we have been busy, and news from afar that the councils of other nations are exploring their lands, building great and powerful armies, hiring the most magnificently mean and powerful heroes (ones with 3 or 4 magic swords, flaming steads etc and ones able to weild the most earth shattering magics imaginable). If all this is true then the dark minions will stand no chance against us united. Exploration goes on apace, with all nations seeming finding the most abundant riches just scattered upon the ground. I have heard tales of Gem trees, Mithril rock formations, and Iron nuggets as big as your head. And these lands, they seem to be filled with tireless peasants who will work without food and give all their money away to build magnificent cathedrals, monumental castles and awesome structures too complex to even guess at their function. Here in the Forest, we have umm, well, some trees and a pub. Its a nice pub though, and the trees are nice and varied. In the snows to the north we found three gems, as large as a ladybird. so we are obviously rich beyond our wildest dreams now. Did I mention we have lots of trees? Monoslab the Mighty set out exploring last week, although I think he only got as far as the Tavern, which we have named The Sylvian Glade, where he ate heartily and drank deeply... some syaing that we seem to have hierd a drunken bum rather than a fabled wanderer. but I have every confidence in him, even though that armour of his looked a bit ropey and dull, I'm sure its just the coolness of the early Spring days. Roll on Summer is what I say. better not use the Palantir of Blurb too long tonight, as there is a celebration planned at the Tavern, see ya Nob
Contact PigHead the Flatulent at clivealive99@hotmail.com
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Contact Telmanon at bas_smeets@zonnet.nl
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Contact D@RKEN----R@HL at regulator_2@hotmail.com
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Contact broth at broth@freemail.hu
Greetings from the swamplands. I, Tor, messenger of Lord Tybor come to you with news from Lord Tybor of Camp Jollymount. One might ask what makes us so jolly? Well, we're bustin out of here and there ain't no way to stop us. We don't care about no Arragoth. We are finally getting out of this stink hole. If you want to lend a hand or need someone to trade with, just send a messenger our way. We will treat him good, promise. Lord Tybor Pherenzy also wants to make sure everyone knows that we don't want to rule this whole stinking world. We just want our piece. And anyone willing to give it to us will be accepted graciously as our ally. But if you don't give us our piece...well then there will be some heads a rolling down them there hills over there. It's your choice. You can kick your heels up and throw back a few mugs of our finest Swamplend Ale or you can watch your lands taken from you while your children starve in your arms. Personally, I'd rather go drinking and have a good time. It's all up to you. Cheers.
Contact Tybor Pherenzy at tyborpherenzy@aol.com
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Contact Nameless Wizard at glitz@tstt.net.tt
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