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  • PLAYER 1 - Duncan


    Hail Wizards of Arragoth,

    Greetings from

    Prince Duncan

    Self appointed Warlock of the dark tower of Blackrock.


    I am a Dark Wizard with great skill as a Swordsman. The use of horrable undead creatures of the night is not against any standard that I hold dear. In fact, the only thing I hold dear is the Honor of a Wizards Word.

    I have taken over this kingdom from the weak and sicklyLord DUNCAN, my father, to lead the Under Dwarves stuck in this miserable place, back to the hills we so dearly love. I am currently allied with no one. However, I truly understand that in alliance is power; alone we are nothing more than a tree standing against a titlewave. However, we Under Dwarves are open to any trade alliances that might be offered.




    Let it be known to all of this land -- anyone trying to enter our realm, without first getting permission, will have their bodies used for my next set of Zombie Warriors.WARNINGAnyone declaring war on the Blackrock kingdom will be dealt with all the unholy might I can muster! Any wrongful or mistrustful act, especially in political matters, will also be dealt with accordingly. The under Dwarves are clearly one of the most fearsome races to face on the field of battle. Our culture revolves around warriors and ensures only the strongest survive. We are not above pillaging you or your kingdom to accumulate an invaluable supply of resources.

    In the words of my fellow dwarves "The time for peace has passed. The time for war is to come. In between we shall all find out who has the strength, cunning, willpower, and resources to name themselves competent rulers of the lands." These words ring with truth through the realm in which we live. So all that would go against us will die, and all that would ally themselves with us shall be safe, for as long as they remain true allies.




    Carved in Stone,
    Prince Duncan,
    Self-appointed Warlockof the dark tower of Blackrock

    Contact Duncan at WILLIAMSKL@YAHOO.COM


  • PLAYER 2 - Cerealkiller

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    Contact Cerealkiller at dan_druff69@hotmail.com


  • PLAYER 3 - Nameless Wizard

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    Contact Nameless Wizard at bigbadblaze@webtv.net


  • PLAYER 4 - Nameless Wizard

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    Contact Nameless Wizard at majinfatbuu666@aol.com


  • PLAYER 5 - Dravis

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    Contact Dravis at mewthirtyfour@yahoo.ca


  • PLAYER 6 - Eliminatorr

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    Contact Eliminatorr at eliminatorr27@hotmail.com


  • PLAYER 7 - Morrigane the Dark Witch

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    Contact Morrigane the Dark Witch at krakken@eresmas.com


  • PLAYER 8 - Arragoth's Servant

    
    Hear ye all the word of the Mouth of Arragoth's Right Hand!
    
    My great lord Sauron, the Servant of Arragoth, master of death and
    life, great captain of the legions of Mordor, commands your attention,
    for your doom is at hand!
    
    Know you that millennia ago, my lord and master sat at the right hand of
    the mighty fire demon Arragoth.  He was his eyes and ears, his sword and
    shield, and my master Sauron took as his symbol the lidless eye, blazing
    all about with his Lord Arragoth's fire!
    
    All fell to their knees before my Lord Sauron in those years!  All
    trembled at his passing!  None could hide from the eye that never
    closes!  The nine rode the earth, scouring my masters enemies from
    existence!  A legion of fire demons were at my masters call, mighty
    Kings bowed to him, and the tribute that passed beneath his gaze could
    not be counted by mortal hands!
    
    Surely he was the favorite of his Lord Arragoth above all other
    servants, and his Lord Arragoth's heart was filled with joy at my
    master's savage deeds.
    
    But time passed.  The world cooled.  Lord Arragoth waned, faded, grew
    weak.
    
    In this time of need my master Sauron rose once again to his Lord
    Arragoth's service.  Rather than await his doom my master prevailed upon
    his Lord Arragoth to accept a lesser death - hibernation, deep within
    the bowels of the earth, warmed by the world's molten core, quiescent,
    perhaps for centuries, perhaps for millennia, awaiting the turning of
    the world, and the great warming foreseen by my Lord Sauron in his
    peerless wisdom. =20
    
    By magics the like of which had never before or since been attempted was
    the deed accomplished, but at a great and terrible cost to my Lord
    Sauron.  He was broken asunder by the powers he was forced to invoke
    that day, his soul all but flailed from his body by the impact of the
    great waves of raw magic unleashed by his Lord Arragoth's bondage.=20
    Those few who witnessed the deed thought him blasted from existence,
    body, soul, all.
    
    But my master did not die.
    
    He hovered for an age, suspended delicately in that place between life
    and death in which only the dammed are permitted to go.  He did not see
    the cataclysm that swept the world, caused by the great powers he had
    invoked to save his master.  Neither did he see the frozen cold that
    swept the isles, the great sheets of walking ice which closed like a maw
    from both North and South.  He was not aware of the turning of the
    glaciers, and of the slow return to civilization of the mortal races of
    the earth, emerging from their deep burrows and lodges to once more bask
    in the sun, and raise their rude towns and villages over the face of his
    Lord Arragoth's isles.
    
    And Sauron considered his formlessness as he lay upon the void.
    
    He remembered a time of glory, when he was mighty of its race and
    beloved of its master.  Armies fought at his command; nations arose and
    fell once more into the dust of time.  Men were born; grew to greatness,
    fell in glorious battle, coughed their lives away with disease, or
    withered with age; it mattered not.  All returned to the earth; Sauron
    lived on.
    
    Sauron remembered life.
    
    Once true life, emotions and memories vivid with colour.  Now...still
    life.  Of a sort, anyway.
    
    After one hundred thousand years, fragments of thought, emotion, had
    penetrated the black shroud of his spirit.  Voices....dervish voices.=20
    Without a pause, without even concious thought, Sauron turned them to
    his will, searching, digging, excavating.  So subtly they knew not that
    they did his bidding.  So subtly and instinctive was the effort that it
    barely knew it controlled them at all.  Rather - he shared with them its
    desires, and they knew them only as their own.  In time, he was
    uncovered.
    
    Once evil beings had come who ignored its bidding.  Armoured in bright
    mithril and swords of flame, they had slaughtered those who served and
    did its bidding.  Then they had turned their attention to Sauron, =
    helpless in his weakness.
    
    Sauron remembered death.
    
    Of a sort, anyway.
    
    His form rippled in the agony of remembrance and all over his realm the
    dervishes clutched at their temples, feeling in some small measure
    the agony of what had been done to Sauron aeons ago.
    
    Once, he knew, he had been considered good.  Wise, even.  He had been a
    lord of magic, ruling a realm of vastness, but coveted by many.  Too
    many.  The invaders had come.  He had.....died.
    
    Mortally wounded, he had run with the last of his blood-draining
    strength to a secret chamber.  There, he had siezed the ring of
    legend, and placed it on his finger. He had awaited salvation; the
    healing of his wounds.  He had waited in vain; vision had dimmed, the
    room grew dark, still, the floor red, slick.  Not even the sound of a
    heartbeat remained.
    
    One hundred years he lay undiscovered.  His body decayed and fell away,
    but the spirit remained.  Formless he was....IT was.  But now it knew
    its true master.  The master of the rings.  Little by little, year by
    year, decade by decade, it learned and reshaped itself.
    
    The centuries that followed had been.....good.  In their way.  He had
    served his master well, for ten thousand years, until the day his master
    was cast down to slumber and Sauron's body, broken by the effort, was =
    cast formless upon the mists
    of time.  The Lord of the Rings, he had been called, but he knew that to
    be false.  His lord was greater by far.
    
    Now it was time.  His essence gathered, filled him.  Reintegrating
    itself.  Soon, Sauron would walk again, in service as the Right Hand of
    the master, on the face of the isles.  Butt slowly did my master Lord
    Sauron return to himself, his grievous hurts healed by the force of his
    will alone, though it took a thousand years.  He was found in the mortal
    plane, in the underdeeps, his shade perhaps seeking the proximity of his
    master.  But he was physically weak, no trace of his former terrible
    power yet remained to him.  The dervishes that found him could have =
    killed
    him easily, but his unblinking eye's forestalled them.  The vestige of
    psychic empathy was enough..the merest touch on their minds was all
    Sauron was capable of.  But that was enough.  Instead, they took him to
    their master, the Dervish chieftain Novice Wizard of Trader's Point =
    (such
    a pathetic name...), who kept him, first as a pet and jester, but later
    as a trusted adviser, as my master's powers became more plain. =20
    
    Oh how Novice Wizard came to regret that mercy!  How he gibbered and =
    howled
    as his flesh crisped and blackened under my Lord Sauron's hand!
    Imprisoned in his agony he wished a thousand times that he had
    exterminated out of hand the sniveling being dragged before him those
    years ago!  From winter to winter did his pain provide sport for
    my masters pleasure, before even he tired of that most pleasant of
    labors! My Lord Sauron took the vacant throne of Trader's Point.  =
    Through whip
    and sword did he subjugate the unruly dervishes, filled with foolish
    notions of "goodness" as they were, and with promises of blood and fire
    and gold did he weld them into a mighty tool, subject only to his will.
    But, though he ruled with an iron hand, and forged Trader's Point in
    the flames of a thousand atrocities into one of the great cities of
    Arragoth, truly my Lord Sauron's power was but a thousandth of that
    granted by his Lord Arragoth.
    
    How he longed and dreamed of his master's return!
    
    And now listen well.  This tale is no simple amusement for the petty
    princes who grub at the soil of the Isles of Arragoth and think
    themselves great. Know you that the time foreseen by my master is at
    hand.  The portents are plain.  The land warms, and the earth trembles
    with the restless turnings of Lord Arragoth in his deep prison.  My
    master lord Sauron rejoices, for soon his master will awake, to find his
    trusted lieutenant of millennia, my Lord Sauron, again by his side!=20
    Once again the nine will ride!  Once again will Kings tremble!  All will
    rue that day when my master's power and glory are finally returned!
    
    Know you.  Mark these tidings.  A single year is all the time allotted
    to you.  Four seasons in which to enjoy your earthly pleasures before
    your petty empires are cast down in blood and fire and pain.  Twelve
    short months before Lord Arragoth eats your soul.  And of these, six
    are already past.
    
    But... perhaps... there may be a choice for you.  It is not too late.=20
    Join with my Lord Sauron.  Worship his Lord Arragoth just as he does.=20
    Defend his Lord Arragoth's citadel with your puny mortal forms against
    those who would seek to thwart his glorious return!  Do these things and
    you may be rewarded when Lord Arragoth walks the isles once more, my
    master at his side.  You may be permitted to live.  In submission lies
    your one and only hope.
    
    For should you dare to resist,
    
    .....you.....will.....surely.....die.
    
    

    Contact Arragoth's Servant at ivanmc@xtra.co.nz


  • PLAYER 9 - Ulric the Unclean

    
    Greetings, fellow wizards,
    
    my name is Ulric the Unclean, Clan Elder of the Talon Clan and leader of the 
    Sand People, ruler of Nazair, the diamond in the desert. For many years the 
    Sand People have been devided into many different Clans- all fighting among 
    each other. Some years ago wise men of different Clans spoke of a great evil 
    awakening soon, which could only be countered by all Clans working together 
    and even the whole Race cooperating with other Races.
    Not every Clan leader saw the wisdow in these words, but in the following 
    civil war the fraction who believed in these words prevailed and united 
    under one leader : Ulric the Unclean, a wizard of great ambition, but 
    without any merits so far.
    Now that the Sand People stand united against the evil the sages fortold we 
    need to negotiate with the other magicians for I am sure that only a great 
    alliance can stand against the evil god and his fiery minions. Many 
    emissaries left the endless dunes of my dry home and if one of them reaches 
    your domain treat him friendly as I will do with your men. There are 13 
    different expressions for hospitiality in the Sand People language but there 
    is no word for mercy against an enemy.
    My servants already found one trustworthy ally and let it be known to 
    anybody that leading an attack on him also means war with the Sand People.
    
    Let me close with an old saying of the Dune-dwellers tribesmen:
    
    Every Soul is worth a song
    
    

    Contact Ulric the Unclean at bzeysing@hotmail.com


  • PLAYER 10 - Nameless Wizard

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    Contact Nameless Wizard at jag349@yahoo.com


  • PLAYER 11 - Robert the Wonderful

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    Contact Robert the Wonderful at protossmaster2002@yahoo.com


  • PLAYER 12 - Luthien DaSilva

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    Contact Luthien DaSilva at luthien@online.no


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