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*grmph* Here I go again (but which I... ?) - my uncle TOLD me not to fiddle
with that 'clone self' spell back on my first homeworld until I was absolutely
sure I had mastered it... Well, I _thought_ I had, but somehow I got stuck in
an endless loop, and now I find myself in the strangest of worlds all the time,
and long ago I lost count of which me is really me, and which me is a clone of
a clone of a clone... Not that it really matters, it is kind of interesting to
have so many lives to choose memories from - it could be quite an awesome movie
if I picked out the greatest and most rewarding experiences from each life and
squeezed them into a two-hour megablockbuster named "The best of Alodar the
Apprentices" *chuckle*
Well, enough of daydreaming, let us (us? Me, I guess I [I?] should say - ah,
what the heck, why brood over personal pronouns when you [you?] are a clone -
impersonal clown-nouns are more to the point...) exploring this new world...
Somehow I seem to sense an odd familiarity in the vibrations of magic - I
really get that familiar (or clonear) feeling of deja vu once and again... On
the other hand, after so many clonecarnations it would be nothing less than a
miracle if I dropped into something completely different - I guess...
OK, let me think in which way this familiar feeling feels familiar -
*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 WoW! That is a pack of PLAINSMEN WOLVES!! That means I must have been
clonecarnated on a WoW world again, and among my favorite race as well! Not
that I hold racial prejudices of course - after umpteen zillions of clonings
among the strangest of creatures you get so used to non-human appearances that
even the human appearance seems odd... Nevertheless, I seem to have developed a
special fondness for the plainsmen race - especially those wolves despite their
ravenous appetite - hey, I am HUNGRY! And now I remember why I like plainsmen,
their foodstuff is quite remarkable (after a couple spicing spells of course)
so I have found answers to quite a few questions in exactly zero seconds, since
that time warp spell is still on... Elementally, my dear Watson...
Ehh - where did THAT come from? Watson somehow rings a bell, but I thought he
was in elementary school and he didn't have any problems pronouncing "r" if I
remember correctly (or whichever clone it was who read Watson in elementally,
ahem... elementary, school)... Still at least one question to find the answer
to, and keeping up this time warp spell is getting timesore, ehh... tiresome...
[Uncast that spell and I could tell you in less than one second, you fool! Do
you think us plainsmen wolves LIKE being timewarped into immobility??]
Interesting - where did that thought come from? Hmm, never mind, it does make
sense, so it must have been my subconscious which sometimes is even sensibler
than the rest of me (not that that takes any great effort, of course)...
[Stop your stupid musings AND UNCAST THAT SPELL NOW!!]
All right, all right... {casting the spell 'uncast time warp' or is is maybe
uncasting the spell 'cast time warp' or...}
[Don't think - JUST DO IT !!]
*ZAP!*
-Next time you timewarp a plainsman wolf do it while I'm asleep, please - being
immobilized for more than 42 milliseconds is simply unbearable to us while we
are awake!
-I know you wolves are indeed somewhat impatient (from another encounter on a
world named Crynn) but you seem to belong to a particularly fiery clan... ?
-Hardly surprising, since this is Fire Island of the Elemental Isles, you foo..
ahem, you seem to be a wizard or you wouldn't have timewarped me in the first
place, sir... ?
-Alodar the Apprentice is the name! [Ahh, so that is where "Elementally" came
from - now I guess I have all pieces to the puzzle...] And now you are
presumably going to tell me that you are in urgent need of a wizard, since
your chair of wizardry has been vacated due to some strange incident ?
-Indeed so, sir Alodar, the previous wizard tried the spell 'move as fast as a
plainsman wolf' on himself and then challenged me to a race - he won, but just
barely, and then he burst into flames... *sigh* He was quite a nice fellow,
actually - sad that he would run himself into oblivion...
-OK then, how about taking me to your magick college on the double (or rather,
on the triple) ?
***SWOOOOOOOOOOOOSCH!!!!***
-That was VERY fast indeed [on the... hmm, fourple, I think it must be... ?]
- thank you for the ride! So this is your magic college - quite an impressive
building, I must say...
-Indeed, our previous wizard collected recipes from all over the worlds, and
there is an entire room filled with nothing but cookbooks and recipes and...
-Say no more, fella, I KNOW I am going to like this assignment! Ehh, what is
this place called?
-You are on the plains of Ditaran, sir Alodar, and I would urge you to not
devote TOO much time to the recipes, our neighbours on these plains are almost
as fiery as we are, and trouble is brewing...
-Brewing... YUM! Now be gone, my good plainsman wolf, and let Alodar the cooked
[oops...] ahem, the cloned Apprentice take over from here...
OK - first things first, no one (least of all Alodar the hungry Apprentice) can
plan for a war on an empty stomach! So let's search the library 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 Elemental Magick".
"A short introduction" - that sounds good! I like them short and snappy - wait,
what says the fine print...
"Volume I of XII"...
*curse* So much for the 'short and snappy' part - hey wait, there is something
strange after all - didn't that use to be "XLII" ? OK, my predecessor on this
wizardry chair had at least some sense of proportions - XII volumes of Magick
and MCMLXXXIV (at least) volumes of recipes... I am DEFINITELY going to like it
here, yes sir! Guess I'd better deal with those two warring neighbours quickly
so I can return to sampling this excellent recipe collection...
Contact Alodar the Apprentice at rwikman@ra.abo.fi
Hail Wizards, I, Aralin, Master of High Magic and leader of Minotaur tribe from the island of Earth, greet you and wish to you and yours many prosperous years and good crops, unless you are leader of these bastardy hill dwarves who do not deserve but starve to death anyway. It was me, who offered them kindly leadership and help in these hard years, since I have once long ago led already a nation of hill dwarves to dominate the islands. But they did refuse and thus all they can expect is terrible death which will certainly be not caused by high age. Even now countless crowds of young minotaurs are asking for the honour to be selected in the army which will punish these small griffon-lechers and wipe the hills clean from those undersized hybrids. The total and complete genocide of the whole dwarven population is the only answer to this shameless denial. To the hell with them! (Not that I would be bitter, but they have been in my way anyway and I kinda need the land so any cause is good one and this one sounds pretty cool, no?)
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Balar Hairyfoot
His gaze sweeps the entire room once more to meet
every pair of eyes, many of which he knows well, and
in which he too senses a bit of recognition. They need
not see his face to know who this man err Halfling is,
they need only be in his presence, to feel his magical
aura. He nods slowly, then reaches up to draw back his
black hood, revealing an unfamiliar Halfling face, yet
complete with his familiar wicked
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"Greetings my fellow beings of the Isles," comes his
deep, familiar voice through the warm air. "I
recognize some of you from another dimension," a nod
to Alodar and Yarl, "others I have known since my
entry to the Realms a good while back. Have you taken
up the trappings of a bard, Hazaar? Or have you yet to
decide what instruments will suit you in the lands yet
to come into existence: those of beauty or of death?
You have some talent in tale-telling, I hope you will
continue to develop it even if you decide to wield
death's implements in these lands."
"Princess, 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,
my dear? 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. Feel
free to come closer my dear, to seize my attention as
well as my coin. I'm feeling a bit generous today, and
besides I do not carry much of my wealth on my person,
but I know how you so love the capture as much as the
treasure you gain."
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| "The rest of you I will continue to observe, and eventually know through our discussions here. I would be glad to be of service, if any of you are in need of assistance, or just someone to discuss the mysteries of the multiverse with. Beware, though, I am not to be taken lightly, nor trusted with your lives. I give this as fair warning now and there will not be any further. Become a friend to me, and you will be greatly rewarded even long after my departure. Become to me an enemy, and it will be your departure that is painfully swift, and deadly." |
His wicked grin gracing his lips once more, he draws
the hood back over his features and steps back into
his personal abyss.
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The Halflings of Janbar are willing to work with everyone! We have no enemies in this new world!
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