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Fellow Mage, If you read these words then my messenger has done well to reach you. For these are indeed troubled times. The earth trembles in its fear of what awakens BUT I SHALL NOT LET HER BE CHAINED AGAIN! I ASK YOU JOIN WITH ME AND WE SHALL BATTLE TOGETHER. Yours, Fladnag the Yerg
Contact Fladnag the Yerg at desksurfer@netscape.net
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Contact Delvin of Shadows at alskor@mail.i.com.ua
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Contact Nameless Wizard at tfletcher22@hotmail.com
Across the wide and bountiful regions of the Dervish Empire, there are few people who would not consider themselves touched in some way by the mysterious Iman Al'Jafar. Many citizens see the hand of the Sultan at work in their everyday lives, though he himself rarely leaves the Palace in Trader's Point -- for what person, they say to themselves, is most directly responsible for the prosperity of a nation, if not its ruler? Farmers thank the beneficence of the Wizard for the fruitful turning of the plows, which yield some of the most productive crops in the world; merchants see his finger swirling the gold which comes from their sale. The warrior, as he dies, offers up a prayer to Iman Al'Jafar, for the great Sultan will surely speed his soul to the Afterlife. But for all that the people recognize Iman Al'Jafar's presence in their daily lives, few have ever actually seen him. Even in the prosperous capital of Trader's Point, its Palace rising huge and heavy in the center, with its large class of social elite and their luxuriant harems set in sandstone palaces open to the wind--even here his most eminent subjects do not even know what he looks like. For all his mysteriousness, though, the denizens of the city do not question the Sultan's rule, for all under the Onion-tipped spires know to whom they owe their bread. Indeed, the great 'Jafar is generous with his stores, his beneficence increasing the productivity and happiness of the people. Heads at the four Gates of the Sun are testiment that the Sultan's justice is not so generous. The cityscape is dominated by the Palace, rising above the mulicolored tiles of every roof, visible from every boulevard, every twisting catwalk of the Point's crowded geography. And early in the morning, if one looks at a particular window in a particular tower, the Old say that he might be seen, a figure looking outward who, with an almost imagined sweep of heavy robes, is gone.
Contact Iman Al'Jafar at kjglover@midway.uchicago.edu
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Contact Darius at ryanwhigham24@hotmail.com
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