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| I Am The Lizard King... |
| The years lie heavy upon my brow, I seek the west and the warm sun on waveswept rocks. Some call me evil, but I see no evil in wanting fresh meat and a strong tribe. |
| We stand for honour in our own dark way, our word is a bond, since we know oath-breakers are punished. Weakness is not respected, yet strength is not all. |
| Welcome my brothers of the Evil isle! |
Contact D'Arc Tangent at aconnel1@bigpond.net.au
Lord Steelmind slowly opens his eyes. The room is spinning. Quickly. He sighs, and closes his eyes again, trying to recapitulate yesterday's events. "Last night I sat on top of my throne, deep amongst the gem studded rocks of Riza, enjoying the pleasant company of several beautiful minotaur women. I had a few drinks, and then a few more, but nothing untowards. After all, who could threaten me there? I recall going off to bed, but after that all is blank. How did I come to end up in these infernal forests, in the middle of nowhere?" He draws a deep breath, and sits up. He winces from the pain in his head, and feel the skull for lumps. Nothing. He takes a quick look about and decides that this place is not made for any sane person. Suddenly there's a knock on the door. In comes a lushious elven woman. - "Lord, may I enter?" - "Why of course...just tell me who you are." He can't quite hide the grin that wants to surface. - "I am your servant, Lord, and she who tends to your needs." - "Excellent. Just the answer I was hoping for. What is thy name, pray tell?" - "Sigma. I am the sum of all your dreams." He ponders this for a second, and accepts it as the truth. He turns to Sigma again to further inquire as to how she might serve him, when yet another knock on the door is heard, though this one far more brutal. - "Enter!" he growls, not happy with the intrusion. In comes a scrawny messenger bearing a scroll. - "Lord, I bear messages from several kingdoms...it seems we are finally receiving some reports from the frontiers to our south, north, east and west. Many wizards are interested in meeting you." - "Excellent. Send out messages to everyone that Lord Steelmind is of peaceful mind, and wish to form alliances with honorable and trustworthy wizards." - "Certainly, Sire. I'll go wake up the scribe at once." With those words the messenger exits the room. Steelmind turns towards Sigma. "Now, where were we?" And with a flick of his wrist the door is suddenly locked...
Contact Lord Steelmind at marcus@jacobs.pp.se
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Contact The Great Bermuda at sim@i-wight.demon.co.uk
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Long have I slept, waiting for the time to awaken and once again ravage the world.
I awoke to find my body no longer capable of carrying life! However, I soon found a strong yet weak willed ruler to dominate with my will. I live now through Gruumsh One-Eye, a powerful yet slow witted Ogre Shaman who unwittingly unleashed the power of my Aura once again onto a new and unsuspecting world.
Power and greatness will come to all who walk by my side 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 truly know me for I work in the shadows, manipulating magic to suit my whim. Many of you HAVE felt my sting, and many more will before the final call to arms. I would name the souls I've banished to other realms but the list grows to long for the purposes of this message, let my current actions speak for themselves.
The Ogres have embraced my strength as a sign that I am the chosen one. These Ogres are the perfect race. They symbolize all that I stand for- strength and power. They are mere mortals, but they can be molded into powerful slaying machines with little prompting. These subjects will do nicely. They surely deserve to be my instrument of destruction. The "good" forces will learn of my ascension soon- and they should fear my coming.
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"The wolves stopped in the clearing, the male sniffing the ground careful. There were freshly dug mounds of earth by the forest and he spent a long time checking those. He could find no trace of the scent he was after, but there was something else here, something he had not sensed in a long time. Power. He began to wonder what this hunt would involve. His two mates were also checking the area, they were bodies here, men had fought and died here, power had been used here. There was a lot of blood, a lot of mixed scents. Fear still hung in the air, but the feel of power tried to overwhelm all of his other senses, sitting on the scents, partially masking them. Underneath the strong sense, he could almost taste another one, a lesser one, trying to hide, trying not to be seen, but it was there.
He checked with the two females, but they could only sense the one, it blocked their sense and they were desperate to get away. With one last check, he started running again, picking up his pace, knowing that he needed to find his prey soon. The other two wolves followed him soundlessly out of the glade.
Grinning wickedly the Shadow Mage Grumsh let the spell of invisibility wane. And so the game begins. The seeds of war have been sown. Soon he would be hiding no more. The Plainsmen's wolves had nearly detected him this time. The leader of the pack was strong, but as of yet even he was unaware of the destruction he would have unleashed upon his small pack had he actually been successful at finding the Shadow Mage."
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I will not bore you with more of my stories or tell you unending tales of how vast my knowledge is like others will do. Only know this, when the end comes, I will be counted among the survivors. My trusted allies will earn themselves seats by my side and eternal friendship with the most powerful being in existence.
For those who would call me enemy I am death. If you are not by my side, you are in my way.
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 not as an enemy.
Sincerely,
Gruumsh One-Eye
Warboss of the Ogres
Contact Gruumsh One-Eye at keldakar@yahoo.com
Blurb will be up shortly. Calymar.
Contact Paksenarion at ltswiftwind@yahoo.com
Contact Tyranthraxus at gor@passagen.se
Mi'notaur n. (Gr Myth.) Bull-headed man kept in Cretan labrynth and fed with human flesh. [ME f. OF, f. L f. Gk Minotauros (Minos, legendary king of Crete, husband of Minotaur's mother, +tauros bull)] Kobold n. (Gmc Myth.) Familiar spirit, brownie; underground spirit in mines etc. [G; cf. cobalt] When I arrived in Bulander, the above definitions was all I knew about Minotaurs and their servants. I expected to meet 12' tall rabid human/bull crossbreeds with tiny reptilian servants. What I actually discovered was so different that I have resolved to collect all my findings in a journal, should I somehow manage to return to my own world then I shall overturn all the preconceptiosn currently held (even if only by the Oxford English Dictionary). Firstly let us look at the minotaurs. Yes, they are human/bovine hybrids, but the amalgamation does not simply stop at the neck. They effectively have the skeletal form of a human (excluding the skull), overlaid with the musculature and hide of a cow or bull. Their hands and feet only have two digits, ending in bonelike slabs corresponding with a cows hooves (the warriors of the tribe sharpen these, giving them effective natural weaponry). The overall effect, ignoring the head, is that of a massively muscled human with malformed hands and feet. The bovine heads are almost identical to that found on a cow, except that the dental layout includes incisors and canines. This addition allows the minotaurs to bite and tear at meat like a carnivore, but actually they are remain largely vegatarian, with the capability to eat and digest meat (effectively omnivorous). The kobolds, are even more humanoid than the minotaurs. The closest description I can come up with is a humanoid canine being. Topping out at about 3' 6" tall these beings have a complex relationship with the minotaurs. Whilst the kobolds carnivorous nature makes them naturally more aggressive, their diminutive size coupled with the drawbacks associated with their hybrid form makes them unable to compete with the other races of this world. The minotaurs on the other hand, can easily compete in terms of size and aggressiveness, but suffer badly from lack of digital flexibility. So what I found, was a complex society, whereby the kobolds provide the craftsmanship and basic workforce, the minotaurs provide the protection and real capacity to compete against other races. If their interdependence was any stronger then it would be effectively a symbiotic relationship. So, what about me? Well to be quite honest, I am not sure who or what I am. I know that my name is Yarl, and I know that I am not from this world. My arrival in Bulander from my perspective simply consisted of waking up in a new place. From the perspective of the minotaur and kobold inhabitants I arrived in a massive explosion of light and sound. I see myself as an outsider, gradually settling in to the local way of life, but still an incomer. To my embarrasement, the locals see me as their ruler and prophesised deliverer. Apparently I am destined to lead them to greatness and domination over the hostile races that populate this world. More worringly, other races have all been visited by their own leaders and warlords, this will force me to take action, or abandon my new found friends to conquest and subjugation. So, whilst I will continue to seek a way back home, wherever that may be. I will also try to live up to the expectations of the minotaurs and kobolds, if I can lead them to victory then I will do so, heaven help any races that oppose me. Already I have discovered that forces called 'magic' exist in this world, my research towards harnessing these forces is progressing well. I am putting to locals to work, erecting structures that will form the basis of an enhanced economy and manufacturing base. Even as my willing 'subjects' follow my orders, I find myself saddened by the changes that I am bringing to the area. The minotaurs and kobolds will survive and conquer, but in doing so will change beyond recognition, possibly for the worst. This journal will contine, for the moment I am called to open our new tavern and must make my presence felt in the community..................
Contact Yarl at DarrellPenning@breathe.com
*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... But this world feels quite unique - I only get the slightest deja vu feeling from these surroundings... Whatever it is, I hope and pray I haven't landed in the middle of "The Bold and the Beautiful" - my life (ahem, lives...) resemble a soap opera much too much as it is *grumble* It can't be something involving Kylie Minogue either since that should have triggered a definite NEVER AGAIN! feeling instead *shudder* Knock on wood... Speaking of wood, there seems to be a lot of it around - maybe I should actually test that old superstition and physically knock on it... Maybe someone might actually answer the knock and maybe even invite me to a treesome *chuckle* [knock, knock] -Be still, human, or this arrow will penetrate your heart! Ehh, that wasn't exactly the greeting I had expected, but then I guess nothing expected should be expected in a quite unique-feeling world like this... -Take it easy, archer, I pose no threat to you - I'm just a clonercarnated wizard trying to find out where I have landed this time... -That remains to be seen - turn around slowly, and no quick movements... -OK, but is it OK if I cast a quick spell *ZAP!!* just as a precaution should you accidentally (or deliberately) fire that arrow... And don't worry, once we have completed our little discussion I'll be happy to unpetrify that bow for you again (provided we are on friendly terms by then, of course) ... -Aaarghh, a human wizard in our forests - what is this world coming to? -Well, to tell the truth, I have no idea even which world this is, so would you mind filling me in on some worldly details? -Strange wizard you are indeed - petrifying my bow with merely a *ZAP!* but not knowing where you are... Well, this world is called Merrigon, though sadly much of the joy and merriment which formerly characterised this world is indeed long gone... Evil races have been brought to this world by the gods themselves, and us wood elves can no longer live in peace with nature itself and with ourselves and our brethren the high elves with so many races planning on our destruction... -Hmm, somehow this seems familiar in a universal sort of way *sigh* Speaking of universes, what do your sages call this one? -We simply call it WOW, oh mighty wizard, because it really invokes some quite awesome feelings when you look at the sky! Look, over there we have the magnificent Crynn, over there we have Elven Nation (legend has it our ancestors once colonised that solar system but of course we'll never know...) and there we have... -Enough, more than enough! This sounds highly interesting - a new world in the WoW universe! I have never heard of Merrigon before, but I have visited (or, rather, some of my clonecarnations have) both Crynn and Elven Nation several times before... And yes, I can confirm that Elven Nation is still inhabited by quite a lot of high elves - though sadly I know of no wood elven descendants on that world... -Ohh... Well, at least our brethren the high elves will rejoice when they hear that piece of information! Could you kindly unpetrify my bow now, sir, it is clear that you are a friend of the elves, and with an unpetrified bow I could better protect you against the evil threatening our world... ?! -OK.. *PAZ!* By the way, Alodar the Apprentice is the name, and if past experience is something to go by you presumably have a chair of wizardry which somehow is just waiting to be filled ?! -Indeed - your arrival comes at a most suitable moment, oh mighty wizard - maybe the gods haven't totally forgotten us after all... The previous wizard is in a somewhat... ahem, chaotic... state after an unexpected encounter with some chaos minions - she keeps insisting her name is Kylie Minogue and she is singing (well, sort of singing anyway...) most of the time... -Kylie Minogue?? This sounds much more serious than I could ever imagine... *SHUDDER* Well, Alodar the Apprentice has never shied away from difficult assignments before (well, some of my clonecarnations have, but no point in making this worried wood elf any woodier... ehh, worrieder, than he already seems to be...) -OK, take me to your capital then, and I'll see what I can do... Ehh, what is this place called? -Astrina, proud capital of the (well, at least once) proud wood elves, oh mighty wizard! If we walk in that direction, we should reach our magic college in about half an hour... -Just call me Alodar, I don't care overly much about titles (my clonecarnations have collected more than enough of them in various universes during the aeons anyway...) - could you just fill me in on some more details while we walk... [Approximately 42 minutes later] -Thank you for the briefing, fella! So this magnificent wooden creation is your magic college - your previous wizard must have been quite skillful in the art of architecture before her most unlucky transformation... Ehh, I hope you have incarcerat... ehh, hosted... her in some nice wooden mansion FAR away from this place? -Well, actually she is our secret weapon in many battles; most races withdraw in utter panic when they hear her voice - except the chaos minions, they seem to enjoy it and fight twice the better... So we have to be careful about with which army to deploy her of course (and provide all our own soldiers with earplugs as well) but at least for the moment the frontline is far away from here! And I am sure you will keep it that way, oh might.. Alodar! Good bye for now, and good luck! Hmm, one more reason for me to do my very best with this assignment, then... Wouldn't want THAT frontline anywhere near my ears... Let's see - this must be the library... Now where do I start - hmm, this title looks somehow familiar: "A Short Introduction to the Foundations of Merrily Gone Magick". "A short introduction" - that sounds good! I like them short and snappy - wait, what says the fine print... "Volume I of XLII"... Oh drat - before I'm through with the last volume the frontline will no doubt be right here in these chambers!! Now I could surely use that speed reading course that my clonecarnation umpteen times removed decided not to take... *grumble* - Well, I guess I have to do it the slow way then but as quickly as possible - now where did I put my spectacles... ?!
Contact Alodar the Apprentice at rwikman@ra.abo.fi
It was a lucky day when a slice of cheese fell out of my sandwich. I was just having a snack to sustain me on my afternoon stroll over to Old Tooks' for Rising Tea. That's the one before High Tea and Drop Scone Tea. Blue Smoked Brandywine it was, just nicely ripe. Well it was a pity to lose such a morsel and it could easily be dusted off. That was when I found the old ring by the side of the road. I did not realise then how very very precious it would prove to be. It turned me invisible, a wonderful device for getting a fourth or fifth helping. I have to confess I have been tempted into raiding the larders of other Hobbits. That has started rumours and I have to be careful, but the ring is teaching me. There are pleasures beyond a full table and pipe that other Hobbits do not realise. Soon the power to reach them will be mine, and I will lead my fellow Halflings to triumph over the races around us. They will look down on us no longer when they lie on the ground! We will have their cake and eat it!
Contact John The Boring at johnmcintosh@netscapeonline.co.uk
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Contact Nuzzgrund at dasmudge@ptd.net
We hope to hear from you soon!
Contact Rathnagz at rob6@newcombe6.fsworld.co.uk
The Chaos Minions of Diablack The crimson sky was alive with the fiery geysers of the volcano Diablack. Gouts of flame spewed molten rock down the steep slopes, igniting scraggly pine and juniper in brief flares of yellow flame. A fine veil of soot pattered down on the caves and warren entrances of the kobold community clinging to the side of the mountain. The squat, wiry denizens scurried about their business of survival, ignoring the smoke and heat above them.
Casting eerie reflections of the flames and lava off his burnished armour, the Chaos Shrike turned to survey the far away glimpse of tawny desert and brown hills. "As far as the I can see will come under the control of Chaos, Gimlet. You and your kobolds are forever elevated above your station for being the first." The cowering kobold nodded uncertainly. "Soon more shall join the ranks of Chaos alongside your troops, the first Chaos Guardians. Blood warriors, axemen, knights, hellhounds, swordsmen, even hydras. Also, we shall let all who pledge allegiance to Chaos to swell our ranks to victory. Mercenaries such as goblins, brigands and deserters. Heroes trained in the arts of war, magic and treachery. Whole communities such as those Plainsmen toiling on the green plain or the Highlanders in their hills, or even the Orks of the Underneath and the Lizardmen of the Deadlands. All shall join Chaos or be destroyed. You, Gimlet, shall be at my side to see it all!" Gimlet does not seem as thrilled as his Master at this 'honour'.
Several days later…..
The crimson sky is again alive with the fiery geysers of the volcano Diablack. Gouts of flame continue to spew molten rock down the steep slopes, igniting scraggly pine and juniper in brief flares of yellow flame. The unending fine veil of soot patters down on the caves and warren entrances of the kobold community clinging to the side of the mountain. Here and there buildings of jumbled rock piled into listing walls are in various stages of completion. The squat, wiry denizens scurry about their business of survival, ignoring the smoke, heat and the small procession of scrawny slaves and the chaos guardians acting as overseers. The slaves are poorly armed with makeshift clubs and no protective clothing. The Guardians are barely any better but are armed with their overblown sense of worth from being a guard rather than the guarded. "Go forth, mighty Warriors of Chaos,", boomed the Shrike jovially, his eyes aflame with glimpsed glory, "Gather your cousins on the lower slopes to Chaos's wide bosom and from thence, seek out the Highlanders of Mount Gambier, the Plainsmen of the Wilmad Flats and the Lizardmen of the Deadlands! They shall all join us or you will crush them!"
Over the next weeks, the Chaos Horde spread quickly out on all sides of the volcano. Halted by the sea to the northeast, the kobold minions of the Shrike spread the Word of Chaos quickly over the Highlander villages of Mount Gambier. Opposition was met, however, in the Deadlands and on the Wilmad Flats after initial successes in the outlying communities….
Gilmat entered the tavern's drafty private back room timidly. "suir, there's ah meesauge from the ah front, suir", he stammered as he shakily held out a parchment. Snatching the message from the terrified kobold's hand the Shrike quickly skimmed through the message. "Bah!! I can't read this scrawl! What is this?! Who wrote this chicken-scratch?!! Never mind, I'll contact the army directly." The Shrike muttered a few phrases in a strange tongue, made a few practiced gestures and, voila, a smoky pattern coalesced in the air before him. The smoke quickly smoothed in the center of the pattern and became a mirrored surface. The Shrike's reflection in the ethereal mirror dissolved as he continued to mutter, then reformed itself into a scene from the dim, smoky interior of a tent. A male kobold squealed in surprise at the sudden appearance of his Master's face in a smoke-lined, mirror hanging in mid air. The two female kobolds quit their business and dived under smelly hides, whimpering in distress. "Retchit! Who are those women?! You know only combatants are allowed on the Campaign of Chaos!!!! Never mind that! What is going on in the Deadlands???". Recovering from his initial fright, Retchit shows why he is the head Chaos Guardian by facing his Master squarely and declaring, "Minotaurs, master. That is, our kobold cousins that live beyond the Deadlands have been enslaved by Minotaurs and sent by their King, Yarl to conquer the Deadlands. We have fought several skirmishes with them but have not found their main army, if there is one.".
"I see…. Thank you, Retchit. And get rid of those girls!!!!!!". A wave of the hand clears the mirror's surface and the Shrike recommences his annoying muttering. This time the scene that appears on the mirror is of a slight, pockmarked, balding human, head down, straining on his commode. "Oh….
Ah…. Er… terribly sorry for the intrusion, but I seem to have slurred an incantation…. I'm looking for the Minotaur King, Yarl. Don't suppose I'm at all close?" "Bloody hell!!!! I'm Yarl! Who the %$^& are you??", screeched the diminutive man, hastily pulling up his breeches. "I am the Chaos Shrike, here to bring the Word of Chaos to this world. But there must be some mistake. I'm looking for Yarl, the Minotaur King."
"I am he!", proclaimed the King, in a shrill, aggrieved voice. "I assume you have called to negotiate borders in the Deadlands?"
"Er… yes, I would put forth that we keep that part of the Deadlands closests to our home territorys, which will necessitate the trading of the western shire which I hold, for the eastern shire which you do."
"yes, yes, yes. My troops will stop where they are except for the trade you mentioned. That's fine with us. Now, a little privacy, pleeease!" The ruler of the Minotaurs whined in irritation. This time the Minotaur King waved and muttered and the mirror went blank.
"Hmmmm, I think that went well. What do you think, Gimlet? No? Well, perhaps you're right. Send word to Ratchit that he is not to attack Yarl's troops unless attacked first, BUT have him move our troops into strategic position in anticipation of a double-cross by these nasty Minotaurs. It seems to me this Yarl agreed far to quickly! We shall not be caught napping, eh Gimlet?"
The very next day….
"Sir, a parchment has become by runner from the Wilamd Flats! It was given to our troops by an Ork!"
"Let's see it….
to the Chaos Lord, Shrike,
It seems that we have met and exchanged lands this month.
This is not good.
The Orks howl for the flesh of the Kobolds that took what was not
theirs.
They will not be satisfied until the land runs red with your runts
blood...
Perhaps, we can make arrangements since your tribe is too weak to carry
on
an extended war with the superior Ork Horde.
If you leave the lands in the Wilmad Flats to the Ork rule we will
not press to the north, into your Capital. You may feel that you have a
large army in the field to the east, and that you control this region.
Hah!
We have a larger army to the south moving into the region as we speak,
to
reinforce the raiders led by one of our great warriors, Krak Kratha. He
is
overseeing the construction of the town in the region, and bringing the
runty plainsmen to heel.
If you feel this is unjust, hah! but... you have fought for these lands
also...perhaps we can settle for you to remain in the north and east
shires
of this region, you can reap the benefits of our settlement in your
crops
and in your economy, as our peaceful gesture to you and your tribe.
Maybe
your kobolds will grow a little and put some meat on their bones.
If you agree, then I will move my Orks back into the southern shire and
tell
them to let you pass, unhurt. You may then take control of this shire,
and
keep the eastern shire.
My fight is with the Elves of this world, but do not think that the Orks
will shy away from a fight with anyone else.
We do not run.
Nuzzgrund
"Ha! This fool orc shall not intimidate us, Gimlet! Ink and parchment! Quickly!"
Hear this, Warboss Nuzzgrund.
Do not think that my wee kobolds are my only
servants. Many and powerful are those who choose to serve Chaos! I am
merely
the most powerful. If you doubt me, then send your lackey, Krak Kratha,
to
see what is. You shall receive his head on a platter as answer.
But perhaps we needn't spill Ork blood. Chaos servitude rewards. Many
other
Ork warbosses have received such rewards as power, land and riches. A
proposal: join Chaos as we reap death and destruction on the bountiful
lands
of the weak. it is time that we, the Chosen of Chaos, rise up and throw
down the tyranny of the human, elf and dwarf nations!
I am willing to share the Wilmad Flats with you. However, it's rich
fields
are needed to feed my ravenous armies, as they are your armies, no
doubt.
Therefore, if I am to agree to retain only 2/5ths of this region, I
should
be compensated for the lost yield of not owning half of it. We both know
that it is mere chance that gave you the last 5th. You may keep 3/5th of
the
taxes, but I claim 500 food per month compensation, to be increased to
1000
per month in 6 months time. Should you find this unacceptable then we
can
settle ownership on the battlefield. Accept or decline, it makes no
difference to us, as Chaos is nothing if not adaptible.
The Chaos Shrike
"There. Send that back to the Ork King. Ha!"
A few weeks later came the reply:
To the Kaos Lord,
Do not try and intimidate me with your fantasies of mighty armies with
great
and powerful troops. We do not believe in such ranting, so you can take
your Kobolds off their stilts now, and let them remain as they truly
are...runty little gits.
I will put a weak, sickly Ork longtooth up against any army of your
fearsome
kobolds or your "powerful troops of chaos".
About the Flats region. We have been building a town in this shire
since the 2nd month of our great expansion. Fate was not involved in the
control of that region. We Orks do not mess around when it comes to our
territories. We take what we feel is ours, which is pretty much the
world
of Merrigon, but we will tolerate you and your tribe living on this isle
with us... for now.
We will not meet your demands for the food. We will not give tribute to
you
or anyone else. We have offered you the most fertile of grounds in this
region. You will also benefit from our town in the region, at no cost to
you for this privilege. If you want to send gold and wood or stone to
help
in the building of this town then we will send you a part of our
harvest,
otherwise do not make this demand again.
If you choose to attack into this region, we will not stop at the Flat's
border. Our wolves will knock down your gate and we will feast on your
kin.
As a gesture of goodwill, we will move our troops back into our western
and
southern shires and you may retake the eastern and northern
shires, as to my offer before.
Join with us, and you will revel in the victories of the Horde, betray
us
and you will feel the full might of the Orks upon your kingdom, and your
head on a pike at the gate of your keep.
Nuzzgrund
Warboss of the great Orc Horde.
To which the Chaos Shrike replied:
Foul imbecils!! You lie!
Murderous, treacherous pig farmers!!! My spies know
when your so-called 'Great Expansion' began and there is not an Orc
capable
of even a tenth of the speed required to gain the central plain of the
Wilmad Flats. My kobolds may be small.... but they're also weak! And
fast!
They have already been through the Wilmad Flats and back in the period
you
claim to have begun building there. Thay saw nothing!
But why am I surprised? Or even dismayed? You are an Orc. What could I
expect? And it is exactly this capacity for treachery that makes you orcs
so
valuable to Chaos. I have made a decision! i will not crush your vermin
ridden hamlets on a whim. I will even allow you to build your hovels on
the
Wilmad Flats! In repayment for my magnamity, you will aid my plans for
world
domination. Particularly, the domination of the Elflands.
We will keep that part of the Flats that is north and east of your
proposed
building site.
I will let all my forces know that they are no longer to slaughter your
miserable ditch diggers on sight. They will be heartened by the news
that
they will be soon facing more challenging foes. I hope to bring even more
wizards to the
glory of Chaos but have yet to come across any other beings of power.
Btw we have mined much stone that we wish to sell for gold. Does the Orc
Horde require stone for their outhou... er... keeps?
Good reaving,
The Shrike
Contact Shrike at creggec@telusplanet.net
Gor, in the race that he would call Orks, he sacrificed longetivity for
sheer bulk and powerful muscles;
intelligence for battle-cunning with a cruel streak; civilization for the
will and desire to have what one could not, and Love for Hate.
He created a true monster, a monster that would satisfy his anger towards
his sibling.
He wrapped his gauntlet around the shaft of the battle axe and pulled it
free from the chest of the old Warboss with a sucking sound and a resurgence
of blood flowed onto the floor.
The howls from the Ork raiders sent the Dark Elves scattering as a wave of
Orks crashed through the wood line and rushed into the Dark Elven border
towns.
The elven militia tried to put up a hasty defense against the raiders, but
found themselves overwhelmed by the shear brutality of the Orks.
The few that found courage enough to fight were quickly killed and trampled
by the rush, as the Orks took to their plunder.
The Dark Elven Priestesses of the towns were found and dragged into the
streets and killed as proof to these Elves that they were now under the
Hordes' rule.
The corpses were nailed to a sign as a reminder of this point, while their
homes burned and their families were killed.
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