His wicked grin gracing his lips once more, he
draws the hood back over his features and steps back into his personal
abyss.
>From that moment on, the room was never quite the same, even though it was
exactly as it had been before anyone was aware of his presence. Everyone
still had the lingering feeling that his eyes were upon them, that their
words reached his ever listening ears, that their very thoughts were read as
an open book to him. Indeed, Balar, the Orcish Angel of Death had descended
upon them all.
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The Orcs of Drakilak are willing to work with everyone!
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Behold the Mighty Homeland of the Orcs of
Drakilak!!
Behold the Mighty Docks of the Orcs of
Drakilak!!!
Remember the words of Balar the
Strong and Wise! Work with us or you are against us!
Contact Balar at eqfriend@yahoo.com
Deep in the forest he waits. The time is comming when he will have to
leave his home in the dark trees and join the battle, but for now we
watch. The races squable amongst themselves while the fire god grows
strong. They can not see, they do not know. Perhaps somday we will tell
them what we see but for now we will hide in our jungle home. Waiting....
for the right time. Know this the time IS comming, and when it does the
one who watches will be ready.
Last Book of the Lord
Chapter 16
Then I heard a loud voice from the temple saying to the seven angels,
"Go, pour out the seven bowls of God's wrath on the earth."
2
The first angel went and poured out his bowl on the land, and ugly and
painful sores broke out on the people who had the mark of the beast and
worshiped his image.
3
The second angel poured out his bowl on the sea, and it turned into blood
like that of a dead man, and every living thing in the sea died.
4
The third angel poured out his bowl on the rivers and springs of water,
and they became blood.
5
Then I heard the angel in charge of the waters say: "You are just in
these judgments, you who are and who were, the Holy One, because you have
so judged;
6
for they have shed the blood of your saints and prophets, and you have
given them blood to drink as they deserve."
7
And I heard the altar respond: "Yes, Lord God Almighty, true and just are
your judgments."
8
The fourth angel poured out his bowl on the sun, and the sun was given
power to scorch people with fire.
9
They were seared by the intense heat and they cursed the name of God, who
had control over these plagues, but they refused to repent and glorify
him.
10
The fifth angel poured out his bowl on the throne of the beast, and his
kingdom was plunged into darkness. Men gnawed their tongues in agony
11
and cursed the God of heaven because of their pains and their sores, but
they refused to repent of what they had done.
12
The sixth angel poured out his bowl on the great river Euphrates, and its
water was dried up to prepare the way for the kings from the East.
Contact GungaDin at rasputon@juno.com
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Contact Hazaar at jhenson@calpoly.edu
The moon shone down on the clearing as the tribal elders gathered. They had
all traveled a long distance to meet at the ancient council clearing. It
had been a long time since all these leaders had assembled to hold council.
Petty feuds and meaningless arguments had erupted into raids and blood
fights among the tribes. Scattered throughout the jungle in small bands,
the Amazons were not the force that they had once been. Lack of strong
leadership had caused them to fade into the jungle leaving the outside world
to its own devices. That was all about to change now.
Each of the tribal elders had had the same dream. A vision of an awful
blackness which devoured the light spreading across the land engulfing all
in its path. The source of this darkness was not clear, but all of them
knew that it posed a real threat to the Amazons and their beloved jungle.
Although no one knew where this blackness came from or what form it would
take, all were sure that it was coming and that they needed to take real
steps to prepare. Failure to be ready for this challenge would surely spell
doom for them all.
The firesinger's tales handed down from master to apprentice though the
generations told them what they needed to do. The time had come to summon
the Guardian. Long ago a group of wizards had visited Carossa seeking
shelter and aid.. Several of them had been injured and the Amazons hid them
from their pursuers while nursing the injured back to health. Recovered and
rejuvenated, the wizards had continued on their journey to other worlds. In
return for the aid given them, the wizards promised to send one of their
number to guard the city in time of need. The tribal elders agreed that the
time for calling on the aid of these mysterious wizards was now. Magic
would be needed to meet this mysterious threat and much of the magic arts
had been forgotten by the Amazons during their time of isolation in the
jungles.
As the last words of the chant faded to silence, all stood and waited
expectantly to see what would happen next. A shaft of pure silver light
filled the clearing expanding to become a portal of shimmering light. From
out of this portal stepped a tall, cloaked figure. "I am Silverthorn," the
figure declared. "Master of Magic and Traveler of the Void. I have heard
your summons and answered your call. I will defend Carossa, the Amazon
people and this jungle with all of the skill that I possess. Call the tribes
to assemble at Carossa in 1 fortnights time."
With that the messengers went out to all the corners of the jungle,
searching for all of the scattered tribes and bands. Individual hunters and
small bands started appearing in Carossa followed by the larger tribal
units. Word spread quickly that a leader had emerged in Carossa. Hope and
pride rekindled in the people's hearts. While none knew what the future
held, they all wanted to take an active role in shaping it for the better.
Contact Silverthorn at toddandjanaeclapp@worldnet.att.net
I am Kel'Dakar, Lord of the Dead.
Long have I slept, waiting for the time to awaken and once again ravage
the world.
I was thought to be destroyed by my enemies, centuries ago when
my fool
of a Seneschal, Benedict, envied my power and position. Benedict conspired
with my enemies to destoyr me.
But what they did not know is that I had suspected the treachery in his
heart
years before and had
set a powerful dweomer upon myself for escape in just such a circumstance.
My escape
was not complete however and I was forced to lie in wait for the time of
awakening.
That time is now.
Power and greatness will come to all who walk beside me in my quest to
rule this rock.
Those who oppose me will learn swiftly the folly of opposing a wizard whose
ambition
is limitless.
Few of you know me for now I work in the shadows, manipulating magic to
suit my whim.
The Sandpeople of Jaffna have embraced my strength as a sign that I am
the chosen one.
They are mere mortals, but they have the wisdom and strength to survive
these wastes
and I respect that. These subjects will do nicely. They surely deserve to
be my instrument
of retribution.
I will not bore you with more of my stories or tell you unending tales
of how vast my
knowledge is. Only know this, when the end comes, I will be counted among
the survivors.
My allies can rest well in the knowledge that Kel'Dakar of Jaffna will
account well
for himself.
For those who would call me enemy I am death.
Jaffna stands in defiance to any who would set claim to the deserts
bounty
not of pure birth.
My Dark Lords call, I must go and sacrifice another slave now before
they decide to take
one of my mistresses instead. I will be seeing you soon, pray it is as Ally
and not as enemy.
Sincerely,
Kel'Dakar
Lord of the Dead
Contact Kel'dakar at ralph.hosmer@cheshire.condorpacific.com
*grmph* I know this feeling all too well - a new cloning loop has taken effect
once again; wonder what godforsaken outlandish world I have been clonecarnated
to this time... Yes, yes, I know I have only myself to blame - I should never
have fiddled with that 'clone self' spell back on my first homeworld in the
first place... Hmm, to be more exact, that cannot have been really ME, in the
strictly illogical sense of the word - it must have been someone else than THIS
me, though a "me" in any case... Wonder who that original Alodar was, compared
to ME - yes, I know I know more than a couple of his memories as well, which in
all cases is not as well... He had his bad moments indeed, like the day when he
wanted to test the spell "extract cookies from the cookie jar without getting
the hand stuck" - it took grandmother 33 hours and 24 potions to reassemble
the cat after that mishap, and as punishment grandfather applied the spell
"make cookies taste like spinach" and forced me (well, fortunately not really
ME, but my original, but scant consolation that is, since the memory is as
vivid as had it been really ME) to EAT all the remaining cookies *shudder*
On the other hands, there were funnier moments as well, like when... *chuckle*
... or ... *ROFL!!* ... or ... *gasping for breath*
OK, enough of this clonexercise - I guess I had better check out this world as
well, if for no other reason than to determine its GFI and OLI, not to speak of
its AUI... Let me see if I remember this correctly, GFI stands for
"GodForsakennessIndex", OLI for "OutLandishnessIndex" and AUI of course for
"AcronymUsageIndex"... So if I now sit down to meditate on the vibrations I get
from this world I should be able to get a rough approximation (though I hope
the truth is not quite as rough as the approximation *OUCH!* At least the PPI,
ie. the Pun Penalty Index seems uncomfortably high for a punster like me [ME?])
of where I stand (or, rather, sit *OUCH!!*)
Ahh - what a relief! This world feels extremely familiar, and neither its GFI
nor its OLI feels anywhere near the PPI level! Let me brood on this a little
longer...
Oh, WoW ! I seem to be in the WoW universe once again, and in one of my
favourite worlds as well! These vibrations most definitely feel like Crynnian
vibrations, and I have always enjoyed my (my? our? well, whatever...)
clonecarnations here - now the only thing to find out is what race I have been
dropped amongst this time...
*GROWL!* *SWOOOSCH!!*
Oops, whatever that was, it was something VERY FAST... I couldn't match that
speed even if I were running away from a Kylie Minogue performance...
*GROWL!* *SWOOOSCH!!*
There is zapped past again - I had better cast the spell 'time warp' to get a
better look at that greased lightning {casting the spell 'time warp'}
Oh GOSH! That is a pack of PLAINSMEN WOLVES!! That means I must have been
clonecarnated among the plainsmen once again - talk about a 'lucky draw'... !
Let me see, I should even be able to recollect the name of their capital -
Gaston, Gahrton, ... no, Gabton! Yes definitely, Gabton it was, and is...
-Hey you, wolfpack, mind taking me to your capital on the double [no, on the
triple, if I remember their speed correctly *OUCH!!!* Drat, I MUST try to
remember that some dull pun-hater has twiddled with the PPI since my last
visit... Those pinches begin to HURT!] I am wizard Alodar the Apprentice and
I guess I have a mission to fulfill in your magic college once again ?!
-Indeed sir, what a lucky coincidence! The city fathers have been quite worried
since you disappeared about 80 worlds ago after having helped giving the Lich
masters a whopping whipping in less than 25 weeks! Since then the Lich masters
have struck back quite a few times, and we haven't always been able to hold
them off! So your return is a most fortunate event, sir! Hop on, and we'll
take you to Gabton in no time... ehh, what's wrong, I cant move?
-Oh sorry, I forgot! Just a second... {casting the spell 'remove time warp'}
***SWOOOOOOOOOOOOSCH!!!!***
[Not quite 'no time' later, but certainly not MUCH later in any case]
-Thank you for the ride, fellas! So this is your magic college - hasn't changed
too much since my last visit, I reckon...
-I am truly glad you are back, sir Alodar! I'll go tell the city fathers at
once! Good luck!
OK - first things first, if I remember correctly the kitchen was THAT door...
Indeed it was - now for some plain delicatessen and then I'll start thinking
about pondering to begin considering my mission...
[A lot of thinking, pondering, considering, not to mention eating, eating and
catnapping, and then again eating and catnapping, later]
Yes, here we still have the library... Now where do I start - hmm, this title
looks familiar:
"A Short Introduction to the Foundations of Crynn Magick".
Yeah, I remember this - and I also got through all the 42 volumes last time I
was here, so nothing new to be learnt - hey, wait, what says the fine print...
"Volume I of XLIII"
Hey, there IS something new after all! I'd better take a look at that last
volume to see what new spells there are to throw against those Lich masters...
WHAT!?!? "43 ways to raise the PPI to levels decidedly painful to wizard Alodar
the lousiest punster in all worlds whether cloned or not (Alodar, not the
worlds)" and written by wizard Sirikul ?!?!?
*GRRR* Seems this encyclopedia needs a 44th volume "How to reduce the PPI to
an absolute value of -273.15" and of course written by the expert punster and
spelldeveloper Alodar the Apprentice... Those Liches can wait - this MUST be
given top priority, no doubt!
Contact Alodar the Apprentice at rwikman@ra.abo.fi
~The Icelanders of
Crystal Path~
The winds of the winter storms fanned the flames of the funeral pyre.
A figure stood alone in the night, the flames casting shadows around his
form as if they performed a dance for him. Snow drifted and swirled
around his feet as the storm drew closer to the city of Crystal Path.
Lord Ulrik shrugged his cloak higher around his neck as he turned away from
the burning pyre that holds the remains of his King, Lord Malkahai. The
shadows became his companions as he walked toward the main gates of Crystal
Path. With a casual wave of his hand, the shadows dissolved into the
night.
I have been Chosen...
My name is Ulrik. I have commanded the 1st Icelander's Legion. We were the
protector of the King and of the capital city, Crystal Path. With the
renewed threat of the Lich Masters, we became ultimately the guardians of
the gems of the northern regions of Crynn.
Lord Malkahai was a fair and honourable King, unfortunately also a King
without an heir. When the assassin's knife killed the sleeping King, the
realm fell into chaos. Several of the Governors took total control of their
regions, foregoing the wishes of the Alping.
The Alping, the ruling council of the Icelanders, have chosen me to restore
their rule of the northern regions and to secure the precious resources
that these Lords have usurped.
By any means necessary.
Lord Ulrik walked the darkened snow covered streets of the city. The only
light was of the watchmen's lanterns as they patrolled the streets.
The walls of the keep loomed ahead as the slap of the flags overhead
greeted it's new master. The guard opened the giant oaken
doors and light flooded the street.
Ulrik shielded his eyes as he entered the keep. A servant immediately gave
him a tankard of brennivin as he lead him to where the council waited for
him.
It was time for them to know of the coming storm that they have unleashed.
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Balar the Strong
"Rakash, my General, such a long journey you have made to be at my side once
more. Ah, not for that reason I think, but yet here we meet again... do you
believe in fate? How do our brethren fare in the dimension we have both
sought refuge from, do they please The Gods still? How I do miss brother
TYM, may his spirit be with us still. I would be delighted if he were able
to join us here, we would be able to take worlds together, and with nothing
more than our words."
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