PLAYER 1 - Corneleus

The young Wizard Corneleus could feel the tension in the magical weave
about the world.  Dire times ahead indeed.
Corneleus had been travelling the world gathering knowledge in the hope to
one day becoming a great wizard, and is currently studying with the Rune
Priests of the Under Dwarves.
Having sensed the tensions, he impressed upon the Dwarves the necessity of
mobilising and preparing for the dark times ahead, knowing full well their
tenacity in battle, and fearing their stubborness would lead to them being
unprepared.
The Under Dwarves had no intention of returning to the dark days of the
past when Arragoth ruled, and Corneleus was surprised by the ease in which
he won his arguments.  The Under Dwarven Rune Priests backed Corneleus'
suggestions and the Under Dwarven empire mobilised.
Corneleus was soon voted to leadership as the Magical powers he brought to
the Under Dwarves was far in excess of those of the Rune Priests.
Corneleus immediately set about constructing towns, raising the morale of
the people, and studying ancient text.  Soon the Underworld united behind
the Under Dwarven empire.
Corneleus knows the world is in dire need, and reaches out to neighbouring
empires in the hope of gaining peace, developing alliances, generating
trade, and preparing for the coming of the Fire Lord.  He knows that only
by standing together, can the Wizards defeat the evil ahead.

Contact Corneleus at joseflord@hotmail.com

PLAYER 2 - Nameless Wizard

I am the Nameless One.
I am the breeder of fear.  All wizards fear me as I am the One who will
bring back Arragoth.  I demand the return of the Great Lord... the Fire
Lord.
Other wizards fear to mention my name in terror that the mere invocation
would bring my wrath upon them.
Come my Lord.
Return Arragoth.

Contact Nameless Wizard at malcolmryder@hotmail.com

PLAYER 3 - Ziggy

No Blurb Submitted As Yet.

Contact Ziggy at m_ziggy@hotmail.com

PLAYER 4 - CsigaBiga

No Blurb Submitted As Yet.

Contact CsigaBiga at alternet@tiszanet.hu

PLAYER 5 - MYST

No Blurb Submitted As Yet.

Contact MYST at contabile@libero.it

PLAYER 6 - Hemp Lord

A man walked through the forest. He wore a
cloak and his face was hidden by the hood.  
The
brown cloak was loose and left a non-descript body
underneath. Watching him would  
reveal nothing
more than a slight limp. His hands were open and
relaxing by his side. He  
was holding a small bag
with green seeds within it.

Ahead he saw a large clearing. He contined to
walk until he was in the middle of the 

clearing.

"I will begin my work here," he thought.

The robed man knelt and began planting each
seed, as carefully as he could, into the  
soft
rich soil. He continued this until he had planted the
entire glade with those small   
seeds. When the
man finished, he stood up and released a sigh.

"If you build it, they will come," he said
softly. "I began to build, and now they  
will
begin to come. I will welcome them with open arms, and
they will know that what I  
have done is
good."

The hooded one turned and saw several peasants
behind him. The peasants were poorly  
dressed and
carried farming equipment in their hands. They looked
depressed and  
lifeless. Their eyes were sunken
into their skulls from malnurishment and lack of
decent  
food. They had dirt under very chipped
nails on their hands. They wore almost no 

clothing. What clothing they did have was tattered
and patched.

The man slowly raised his hands to his head and
pulled back the hood.

"I am planting crops. I have started my work,
and you may join in the fruits of my   
labor," the
man said. "I give you this to understand what I am
doing. This is what my  
fruits will eventually
come to. I hope you are willing to join me in my
work."

The man gave each of the peasants a small white
rolled paper. He took one for himself  
and placed
it between his lips. Slowly he lit a match. He cupped
the precious flame with  
his hands and brought it
up to the paper. After the paper lit up from the
flame, he  
puffed the roll in his lips carefully,
slowly. When he had finished lighting his roll, 

he offered the flame to each of the others. Each
in turn lit their white rolls and  
puffed the
flame. After all the peasants had finished lighting up
the roll, they took  
small, careful drags of the
white thing. Slowly each one smiled. At first, it was
barely  
noticable. But by the time they had
finished the roll, all of them were grinning. Their 

eyes had sparks in them. They looked at each other
and grinned. They felt alive.

One of the peasants eventually gathered enough
courage to walk to the hooded man, who  
had
finished puffing his own roll.

"What is this that you have given us?" said the
couragous peasant.

"It is what I am planting. Do you wish for
more?" the man said with a smile.

"Yes, I would like more," the peasant said.

The man pulled more rolls out of his pocket and
gave them to him. The peasant quickly  
went back
to the others and handed each man another. After they
had finished smoking  
their second, they looked
back at the strange man. When they didn't see him in
the  
glade, they quickly searched for him,
carefully avoiding stepping within the glade for 

fear of trampling the precious seeds. Eventually
the peasants found him in another  
glade, again
planting his small seeds.

The man slowly stood up and turned towards
them.

"I have need of followers. They must be willing
to help me in my quest. They must be 
willing to
work hard and follow my commands. In exchange, I offer
them a share of the   
rewards of what I am doing.
Do you wish to help?" he said.

"Yes. Just one question. What is the name of
this?" the couragous peasant said, 

pointing to his roll.

"It's called many names, but I call it
marajuana. My name is Mr. Hemp." the Lord Hemp 

said. And with that, it began.




Many people have differing ideas regarding
Cannibus, aka marijuana. However I 
feel that it is
best to have information regarding the topic before
you make a 
completely biased judgement on the
topic. This is some of the research that I have

uncovered in my effort to make fun of it. I hope
you enjoy.

Currently, hemp can be used for various
materials. It is extremely strong and 
versatile.
It requires little fertilizer, few minerals, and is
extremely resistant to 
pests. This is good because
hemp can be used as food, having little saturated fat,

doesnt need to be replanted every year, and uses
less pesticides in the "food". It can 
be used as
clothing, and is five times stronger than cotten. In
China, a textile 
researcher developed a method of
making hemp as soft as cotten, yet retains it's

strength. Hemp can be converted to gasoline and
used to fuel our equipment. It still 
pollutes the
air. However, it is more akin to recycling, whereas
petroleum is 
introducing new carbons to our
environ. Hemp has 60 chemicals that have the potential

for medical use if researched. If smoked,
marijuana has the ability to prevent 
glaucomal,
the second leading cause of blindness. It stops people
with multiple 
sclerosis from having spasms and
prevent it from getting worse. If used for people

undergoing chemotherapy, it helps keep food down,
lessen or remove nausea, and gives 
users a
brighter perspective on life. Laughter is the best
medicine.

Marijuana only keeps you high for a few hours.
It cannot make you high at a later 
date, unlike a
time bomb.   Marijuana does not cause brain damage. No
amount of 
marijuana, or THC (the stuff that makes
you "high"), can let you overdose on the drug. 
It
does not affect short term memory, nor long term
memory. It will not make a person 
violent, and is
extremely unlikely to make a person lazy and
unmovtivated. Using 
marijuana does not lead to
using other drugs, like cocaine or heroin. You do not
develop 
a tolerance to the drug, unlike caffine,
nicotine, and cocaine to name a few. There

marijuana you use, the less often you will need
it. It does not have any withdraw 
symptoms either.
It is easy for minors to obtain, nearly as easy
as alcohol. 
Marijuana does affect testosterone
levels, but is barely noticable. It has no known

affect in girls and women since it is illegal to
conduct such tests on females. It hasnt 
been
tested for affects on the immune system.

Contact Hemp Lord at lushgrass@yahoo.com

PLAYER 7 - Nameless Wizard

No Blurb Submitted As Yet.

Contact Nameless Wizard at costello@et.ee

PLAYER 8 - Mr.White

When I first arrived on this Island it was in a shambles. The previous wars 
had left the island impoverished and the people virtually powerless. In order 
to enact the changes I felt were needed I allied myself with the Guilds, the 
Craftsmen, and all other who demonstrated a capacity to produce wealth and 
prosperity. Together we have done well. 
Very well. 
I now rule this Island.
Our common enemy is even as we speak Invading my lands be warned I would 
wager that if he has not yet he soon will start on yours.

Know this I will hold my borders against Arragoth and any other who would 
dare challenge my borders.

My name is Mr. White and I wish you peace and prosperity to you and your 
lands.

~With that the magic vision slowly pulls back like a man walking rapidly 
backwards while still watching the original scene. The wizened white bearded 
old man leans back with a sigh on the throne encrusted in enough precious 
gems to cast a hundred spells. 
The point of view continues to fade back until the man is lost to view. 
Through opulent rooms and hallways decorated in the finest of woods out the 
massive gates past the guards dressed in Mithril Plate and finally rising 
into the air the castle growing smaller as the rich fields and pastures 
become just a patch work of green overshadowed by an ugly red glare coming 
from the volcano dominating the center of what can now be seen to be an 
island. 
As you watch large ugly beasts start to pour out of a cleft in the side of 
the volcano. The last sensation felt as the vision fade is of the horns of 
the town summoning the men to arms. 

Contact Mr.White at gigazap@aol.com

PLAYER 9 - Sand Man

The hand of the Sand Man stretches far and wide. We see much in the sands
of time. We see the struggles of the other ruler as they fight to control
in
their corners of the world. The sand was here before us and will remain
long after we are gone. The fire god will come and the warriors of the
sand will drive his forces from our land and back into the bowls of the
pit that is his home. The search for food is the most immediate concern
as always the desert is a hard master giving us the beautiful gems that
make our magic strong but if the traders do not bring food our warriors
go without sometimes for days. Such is the life of the men of the sand.

				The Sand Man (ruler of the first Island)

Contact Sand Man at rasputon@juno.com

PLAYER 10 - Reflog

No Blurb Submitted As Yet.

Contact Reflog at rtjones01@yahoo.com

PLAYER 11 - Og - Scratches when itchy

From deep in the mountain's heart we can forth. Our goal to build a safe 
haven for our children and to bring order to our land. But their is a plague, 
a cancer we call Argorroth, He is a being without mercy or kindness a 
mindless beast ravaging the land for the sensual pleaser of blind hatred and 
destruction. All the races that have not given themselves over to the 
darkness within are duty bound to stand against this great evil. He is 
darkness and despair incarnate, A creature that willingly sucks the life from 
everything it touches. Before him stands verdant fields and vast forests 
stocked with wildlife, vast lakes and oceans teeming with fish and other 
seacreatures, Behind him a barren desert devoid of life or hope. This is the 
creature that the nameless one has willingly chosen to follow. Obviously the 
dark power he worships has driven him mad, for only one insane can follow 
something so totally evil and still believe it is the best alternative .... I 
pity him, However as much as I pity him I will not hesitate any longer to 
destroy him. We the Dwarves and our Underground brothers know the carnage 
that evil brings. The minions of the evil one often spring for the mountains 
we called home. We were forced to vacate our ancestral homeland in order to 
survive. But there is rarely a day when we don't dream of reclaiming our 
homeland from the pit of despair that currently inhabits it. We rejoice that 
our brothers underground have retaken their homeland from the foreign 
invaders.But it is time to stop talking and start doing. We the Dwarves of 
Camp Jollymount will begin to build our legacy. Soon the nameless one will be 
asdust on the wind, a fading memory in the mists of time. The Griffins are 
rested our ax's are sharpened and it is time to root out the den of evil and 
free the enslaved populations of his towns. We will burn his castle to the 
ground and ensure that their is no chance he will ever rise again.As a people 
we are a happy boisterous folk often throwing parties just for fun. We are 
industrious we do not like to idle sit around butare fully ready and capable 
of making our own fortune in the world.From our towns come the sounds of the 
marketplace. People talking and laughing, folks bartering on this or that 
item, the ring of steelas entertainers perform a mock battle. But overall 
there is a feeling of peace.From the North there can heard the sounds of 
battle as the minions or the evil one attempt to destroy yet another town. 
But are repulsed. From the East come the noise of axes and the occasional 
cryof "Timber!!!" as the lumber camps work to supply Jollymount withwood 
products.From the South comes the sound of hammers and picks as the loyal 
Jollymount dwarves head with a merry air into the mines in search of theore 
that is highly prized by the jewelers and the masons. From the West comes the 
rumble of the great foundries we have build to produce the vast quantities of 
iron so sought after by the dwarven people for their tools and weapons. 
Overlaying all this is the buzzing crackle of magical energy emitted from the 
tall tower to the North. There is a bright flickering light and if someone 
had frozen lightning and was turning its power to their own uses. Their is 
just the faintest hint of burnt ozone in theair. There is an excited buzz 
about the population as the last stages of a vast arena are being built that 
will bring in great wealth and entertainment for the population of Camp 
Jollymount.

Contact Og - Scratches when itchy at hardtooth@aol.com

PLAYER 12 - Drak'Nagar

No Blurb Submitted As Yet.

Contact Drak'Nagar at sutehk@hotmail.com

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