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Contact Hazaar at henson111@msn.com
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Born of strife, learned in hardship, endures in silence, repaid in
vengeance, this is the way of the Amazon. In the perpetual gloom of the
jungle, the Amazon lives in mastery of their environment while at the same
time remaining appreciative of its qualities and beauty.
Many would be conquerors have vanished into the impentrable gloom of the
jungle; prey to the poison and cunning of their Amazon foes as they suddenly
erupt from the jungle in ambush from camoflauged locations. Few escape the
wrath of the Amazons as they are peerless trackers who search out and ambush
trespassers to their dominion.
Amazon society is suprisingly domestice given their war-like nature as
families are matriatchal and large, crafted into clans that rule all of
Amazon society. These clans are lead by the elder female who makes all
decisions for the clan.
Just becuase women maintain a large presence in society, warriors and
crafstmen are just as often men, though no mere man has ever held a position
of power in Amazon society - until now.
The new leader of the Amazons is Snowheart, who has risen to lead the
loose clans of the Amazons from virtual anonymity, some believe he may not
even be an Amazon at all and few have ever seen this shadowed figure at all.
Finding common ground for the Amazons is their desire to recreate the
ancient kingdom of old, and to this end they have begun to control the areas
near their capitol and to embark on new building programs and form new
military units.
Contact SnowHeart at amalric@majik-net.com
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Contact Sirikul at valkrob@mozart.inet.co.th
*grmph* Here I go again it seems - and with that particularly annoying feeling
of both 'deja vu' and 'jamais vu' at the same time... Wonder if this is a new
world in an old setting or an old world in a new setting - guess I will find
out sooner or later anyways... Why couldn't that 'clone self' spell I fiddled
with back on my first homeworld just have been of the ordinary kind - creating
a couple of Alodars in my own backyard? We could have had a lot of fun casting
spells at each other - not to mention at innocent bystanders... But no, I had
to fiddle with class, and tested the ADVANCED CLONE SELF spell without even
knowing how to pronounce advanced (not that I think that that has anything to
do with the disastrous outcome) *grumble*
And now I (though which 'I' is of course a question for the philosophers to
argue heatedly about) find myself in the strangest of worlds all the time, and
I have yet to find a way out of this seemingly endless loop...
OK, enough of reminiscence (hmm, one day I had better check how to pronounce
that correctly so I don't end up with the wrong kind of memories - not that all
my current memories are all roses either *shudder*) - guess I had better start
walking in any general direction and see what happens...
[*yawn*] No, I definitely don't like the climate around here - the only good
thing about this heat and humid mosquito-infested swamp is that it is not in
the underworld; I still haven't completely conquered that claustrophobia which
struck one of my previous clones when the focussing of the spell failed even
worse than normally and landed him in solid rock [yes, literally *IN* solid
rock *shudder*] - I'll cast a couple of spells [casting the spells 'repel
irritating buzzing mosquitoes', 'create an air-conditioned cocoon' and 'sleep
well without claustrophobic nightmares' in quick succession] and take a nap or
(forty)two...
[Somewhat, or - to be perfectly honest - somewhat more than somewhat, later,
awakening with a start]
-Excuse me, sir, but are you a wizard?
-A somewhat sleepy wizard, yes... What kind of a place is this, where an honest
wizard cannot even take a catnap (or fortytwo) without being brusquely
interrupted?
-My sincere apologies, oh mighty wizard, but you have been asleep for roughly
42 hours, and that mosquito-repelling spell of yours drove all mosquitoes to
our own village, and we have enough trouble as it is...
Trouble - guess that explains the 'deja vu' feeling... *sigh* Just wonder what
is new this time around - OK, let's bite the bullet and ask this fellow, at
least he seems more polite than most fellows my clonecarnations use to stumble
into...
-To tell the truth, I have no idea even which world this is, so would you mind
explaining those troubles in a little more detail?
-This is the province of Fallen Forest, in the world of Pendrake, and our
universe is called WoW, oh mighty wizard. And our troubles are manifold - as
you can see, our once proud forests are reduced to swampland, which explains
the name we wood elves have given our capital and its surrounding shires. But
that problem is just a minor one compared to the perilousness of the sea
lanes - the pirates of Pendrake still rule the waves, making trade and
communication between the different islands quite difficult, not to say
almost suicidal. And to add insult to injury, our previous wizard has become
*ahem* somewhat strange after he stumbled on a singularity which obviously
was cast by the wizard of the chaos minions - even normally they are totally
unpredictable, but their new wizard seems unpredictabler than most...
Wood elves, chaos minions... No wonder I had so strong 'deja vu' feelings, and
not all of them pleasant! But Pendrake is a world I have never heard of before,
so even after 42 zillion clonecarnations there are still some new things to
explore - great!
-Ehh, in which way has your previous wizard gone nuts... *ahem* become strange,
if I may inquire?
-Well, that singularity did something to his brain, I fear, and now he keeps
insisting that 42 is the answer to each and every question... Unfortunately,
the pirates of Pendrake are many more than 42, so his magic is of little use
in combatting them...
-So now you probably hope for me to take over his chair of wizardry and lead
your people in a holy crusade against the pirates, I presume?
-That would indeed be most kind of you, oh mighty wizard... ?
-Alodar the Apprentice is the name, and even if I haven't crusaded against
pirates for eons (or 1764 clonecarnations, at least) I'm looking forward to
the challenge! So take me to your capital, and I'll see what I can do!
-As you command, mighty wizard! If we walk in that direction, we will be there
in maybe half an hour... Ehh, would you mind disabling that mosquito-repelling
spell first, so that the mosquitoes can return - hey, maybe you could set it
up in our capital instead!??
-Sounds like an excellent idea; could you now please 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 his most unlucky encounter with the singularity!
Now let me just concentrate on the mosquito-relocating spell first, and then
I'll start working on ways to defeat those dastardly pirates!
[A couple of relocated mosquitoes later...]
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 Pendrake Magick".
"A short introduction" - that sounds good! I like them short and snappy - wait,
what says the fine print...
"Volume I of XLII"...
Score one more for the 'deja vu' feeling... *sigh*
Contact Alodar the Apprentice at rwikman@ra.abo.fi
A new home in the
mountains
A new home in the
mountains
A long ride through the snowy landscape had left
me tired and nearly frozen. I didn't want to pass another night under
the sky, but longed for even the most filthy inn in a dirty village.
The sun had sunk under the horizon already several hours ago, and the
stars spanned a shimmering baldachin over the snow. Except for them, all
was dark. But halt, on top of the highest mountain which silhouette
could be seen against the stars, there was a small golden light. How
warm and attracting it shone!
With a few encouraging words I made my tired mare
walk a little faster again. After some time I found a narrow path
between huge boulders and followed it carefully.
The path was easy to ride and after about one hour of constant ascent
I arrived at something which once probably was a moat, but now was
filled with all sort of garbage. On the other side, some palisades and a
tower made of huge boulders, which was the only higher building I could
see except from a high hall looking like nothing I had seen before: its
colums looked like the truncs of mighty beeches, and through these high
slender colums which carried what once was a pointed roof shone the fire
I had already seen from far away. The tower protected a portal over
which an ornament of two griffins fighting each other could be seen,
although only one of the wings of the griffins were still intact and the
heads were hardly desceptible anymore. The portal made of thick beams
was wide open and a huge fire could be seen through it, and the night
wasn't silent anymore.
"50 men on the dead man's coffin, hoya ho and a bottle of
rum" I heard, sung by many hoarse voices. I hesitated a moment, and
then decided that the voices sounded drunk enough not to present a
danger to me. So I slowly rode on through the portal, and although the
hoops of my horse resounded loudly in the tunnel leading through the
tower into the interiour of the castle, the noise didn't alter. I rode
through the court in from of the great hall, then up the stairways and
arrived in the ruins of the hall. I commanded my mare to halt and had a
look around. About fifty ugly beings sang, drunk, some slept. They had
greyish skin, flat heads, strange round, reddish eyes, long canine
teeth, pimples and warts, enormously broad shoulders and were about one
head taller than a normal human. They looked horrible – and nevertheless
had a childish joy within them and a stupendous grace in their quick
precise movements – and this although most of them obviously couldn’t
stand anymore.
I rode towards the fire, my horse tried not to step on any of
thebodies lying there. More and more of the huge beings stopped to sing
and to drink and looked at me with stupefaction.
I had my horse stop in the middle of the circle they formed and
waited that the noise ceased to stop.
Finally one guy got up who was decorated by lots of furs dyed deep
red. "Whom do you belong, woma, and wherre did you stea de horrrse?" he
shouted. "Rorron, what dos dis matta, no she and de horrrse belong to
us!" cried another smaller one, who had a hood on his head on which long
teeth where sewed, forming an gaping mouth around his wily face.
"Grreat, a horrse, we haven’t swallowed horrse bee forr monds!" a thick
one said. "And no morr cold de night!" another one laughed.
Well, this wasn’t exactly what I had expected. These guys seemed able
to play some very bad tricks upon me in spite of all the emptly barrels
of wine or beer around and although the air they breathed out was filled
with enough alcohol to catch fire. I slided my hand into one of my
saddle bags and pulled out a small leather bag of what I hoped was a
sleeping herb and threw it into the fire. No more risk! The smoke would
have them fall asleep nearly instanteously.
FFFFIIIIZZZZ!! My
horse exploded under me when a bluish flash shot into the sky just next
to her hooves. Damn, the flash powder, I had the time to think during my
flight from my horse’s back before my head met something hard with a
cracking sound.
I woke up with an incredible headache. What was wrong? Had I emptied
a dozen kegs of orcish beer all alone? I tried to open my eyes, and to
remember what had happened very hard, but it gave me too much pain, and
it became dark again.
A splash of cold water into my face woke me up and I gasped for air.
I coughed the water out of my lungs and blinked into the sun. A huge
figure was standing there. What was it? A giant? It seemed to wear
skirts. Not one of them, several, and they shone in all colours.
"He, litt‘ one, time to get up!"
A hard cloth was rubbed through my face, touched something which made
my head feel like an anvil under the hammer, and my cry made the cloth
disappear.
"Doo, doo, don’t cry, no need to, will be morr carrfull no." Indeed,
the next time the cloth touched my front I could clench my teeth in time
as I was alerted.
"Who arre you, litt‘ one? De men said you rrode a horrse whose hoos
made flashes and which flew away wid de win afterr brringing you to us!
What a pity dad I didn’t see, must’ve been marrvels." She – that much
tenderness only could be expected from the hands of a woman - applied a
cool paste upon my aching forehead, and told me "Crrrushed earrd-worrrs
wid some white of rrotten eggs, noding betterr forr a headache!
Underrstan, can’t use well de frresh ones, dey for meals only."
I felt too weak and too anxious to refuse such warm-hearted
treatment.
"Gotta eat, litt‘ one" and she placed a reddish clay plate in front
of me. Scrambled eggs! I tasted them carefully, but couldn’t notice
anything strange except that there was no salt and instead my nurse had
used some herbes I never had tasted before. And she gave me a mug with a
steaming liquid, which I tasted cautiously. It was hot beer! I took
another sip and decided that these were strange remedes, but surely
given without bad intentions.
After eating my meal, I felt a little better. "Who are you"
I asked the strange woman. "I a Rrirrolla. I am de mistrrress of
Rorron, the leader of dis people of Ogres." She said with pride.
"You’re ogres? Really ogres? You eat men?" I said, crawling
back from her. "Litt‘ one, no need to be afrraid, ourr ancestorrs
ate yourr kin, but we abstai frrro dis custum since lon."
I looked her intensively, but could see no false in her brown eyes.
"What do you want of me?" I asked her. "Well, no yet de
time to say...wait until you fee betterr" she said with hesitation
and suddenly seemed sad, and turned away after a short moment.
This worried me just as much as when she had said that they were
ogres. Perhaps there was a way to escape from them before whatever they
intented for me would happen...
<to be continued>
Contact Shuri the huntress at anja.heller-kemp@t-online.de
Martha
M
artha!
The cry yelled through the wizard’s tower, echoed off bright-painted
walls, propagated its path down a narrow stairway, was heard in several
secret passageways that originated in the narrow stairway -–one of which
was not even known to the person that yelled, Master Wizard Vater.
"Martha! Come up! The boy is gone!" the wizard screamed
again. Standing in the entrance to a chamber in the fourth floor of his
tower, he overlooked the playing room of his son. Teddy bear innards
were spread deliberately over the floor, the bed, the table, even the
walls. Even given that the boy had obviously massacred all his nine
teddy bears, it stroke Vater how much ... stuff ... there is inside a
teddy bear. Not that the wool mattered much in the general chaos that
was the typical look of the boys chamber. In fact, there was nearly
nothing that was situated where it was supposed to be, not even the bed.
Vater had searched the whole chamber carefully and had even invested a
SenseLife spell (which he had acquired from a merchant that had given
him coupons that would offer a ten percent discount for three other
spells, RemoveDust, NiceMusic and ConsolidateDebt; however the SenseLife
had been of poor quality and had leaked wild magic even on the first day
he had used it, and the wild magic had somehow spilled over Marthas
carefully tidied living room floor and had caused several animal-shaped
holes in the floor which he considered nice but Martha had cast a
powerful curse on the merchant who was killed by it as a consequence and
therefore he had never had a chance to save his 10% on the
ConsolidateDebt spell). He sighed.
Martha appeared, clad in iron like a Valkyrie, a staff in her hand.
Her cheeks were burning red and she was still shivering with rage.
"I will tell you what, Mister Father-of-a-son-that is only a
thing, I say, a nail in the coffin of my life, that is what he is. I had
his room tidied up and it took me the whole day and I let him in just to
finish a conservation with my sister" – she glanced at him with her
"dont dare to say anything about my sister!" look, but he knew
better than to interrupt her – "and when I came back I saw...
this. She pointed to the mess in the
room.
"Serena had told me about the chaos minions she had discovered,
the leaderless tribe. Chaos Minions! When I
saw this room, I decided to teach your son a lesson! I magically sent
him to the tribe of the Chaos Minions. He knows some magic, he can
manage alone. And he will see that living a life of pure chaos leads
to.. to... Chaos!" she snorted. "And dont you tell me I should
not have done it. You are not taking your responsibility as a father as
serious as you should, no you aren’t. I have taken over and we will see
how well your son Lecostarius will manage amongst REAL chaos.
Hrmpf!"
She left the room.
Vater turned to the mess in the room. His only son. No point to ask
Martha to channel him back, not until whe would calm down again. His
head ached. How would Lecostarius, aged only ten, yet already a good
spellcaster, fare amongst the feared Chaos Minions?
Contact Lecostarius at tkemp@t-online.de
KhonQar's double-headed axe sliced through the air, and with each=20
mighty sweep another of the loathsome horde died, its head=20
smashed to a bloody pulp. But still the Daemons came on and on=20
and each of them became a crushed corpse, victim to the focus=20
of the avatar. Time after time another of the repulsive enemy was=20
no more. Again and again the weapon swung and each sweep=20
left another hideous victim writhing in agony. This was destined=20
to be the day that marked a turning point in the tide of history.
Long ages marked the battle through the Abyss to the Vermillion=20
Keep. Held by the one they called Tethress. Dispatched directly=20
by the deity himself KhonQar had tirelessly fought across the=20
three regions of Limbo, twelve levels of Hades, and finally four=20
realms of the Abyss to deliver but one message. He fully intended=20
to make this last stretch of the territory as gore strewn as he was=20
capable.
High above in the Wailing Tower of the Hall of Woe, Tethress=20
could sense the approach. He moved to the balcony to observe=20
the avatar in action. With no idea how, or why this creature had=20
made this journey his stomach started to sour. The entertainment=20
of the melee below quickly dissipated as he recalled his last luckless =
venture in to the Netherlands. Hopelessly trapped in a Wyrm hole=20
by scores of Dark Lords, Tethress had made a hasty pact. It's=20
details long forgotten,... but there lay little hope this was going=20
to be a pleasant exchange.
Making his way down to the foyer he readied for the traveler. The=20
intense gaze of the Man-Bull came upon him as it entered with=20
a deafening snort. It shook,....slowly at first and then violently,
leaving the entryway covered in demon blood and ichor. It=20
bayed his name and presented him with a battle standard=20
fashioned from bone and weapons of the fallen. With silent=20
reverence it produced an ancient tome banded with sinew and=20
adorned with worn mithral. As the haggard giant turned to leave=20
its' voice echoed throughout the Keep.
"Chosen One, do not bear false witness, Long is the road, Hard is=20
the journey and Death is the suffrage of the weak!"=20
In the ancient codex it is written, "The day of prophecies is as=20
hand when my children are to be led to their rightful place among=20
the mortals. I make them in my image, Two hooves, two hands,
two horns. The ethereal fields I will stock deep with the Gems of=20
Arcane power. Their toil is to be made on the backs of slaves so=20
that they may focus on the purest of endeavors,.. the glory of=20
War! I shall place upon the land a scourge of vermin races.=20
Born to die, they suckle from the teet of suffering until the day c
omes that my children send them back to hell. All this bears=20
testament to my will. Under the banner 'Submit or Perish' the=20
chosen one will lead the horde to massacre." Book of Vengeance, Code of =
Malice, Chapter of Blood. So sayeth the scripture, so sayeth StormBull, =
Lord of War.
Contact Tethress at jwyeager@wt.net
Here I go again.
I'm once more in a mysterious place.
I look at the plane surrounding me.
These people are strange.
I look closer and realize they aren't people. They're lizards. I
shrug
and head towards the castle in the distance.
What is this?
I look at the rock I had just kicked and realize that it is no
ordinary
rock. An emerald? Lying around on the ground? As I look around, I see several other
gems
lying about. I pick up a ruby and
sapphire and start juggling as I continue my journey. I could like this place.
I nod at the farmers that I pass. They hiss in response.
Friendly
folks. The farms are orderly and
tidy. They look a bit more
fastidious
than the last group I encountered.
They
small town around the castle is clean and orderly as well. There are a few of the creatures carrying
weapons, but they don't stop me. A
few
start following me. Let them
come.
The castle gate is manned (lizarded?), but they allow me
to
pass. The small garden in front of
the
castle is a riot of greens, yellows, and reds.
A small fountain splashes water to the left of the road.
As I approach, a tall lizard steps down off of the steps
to
greet me. His voice is sibilant as
he
says, "We have been waiting for you.
My
name is Sarsak. I am the Royal
Seneschal. Your apartments have been prepared. There is a bath being drawn now. We will have food for you shortly in the
small dining hall. Please join us
there
when you are ready."
He claps twice, and a young looking lizard runs up. Sarsak speaks to him quickly, and I'm
being
led into the castle proper. The
banners
are clean and well maintained. The
statues are bright and shining.
Nowhere
is there dust. Impressed, I ask the
page how they knew of my arrival.
"It was fortold."
As
if that explained everything, he went on.
My chambers were comfortable.
The bath was a wonderful diversion after so long traveling. At least I think I have been traveling
a
while.
I shrug off those thoughts.
I check the wardrobes to find silk shirts and trousers that fit
me. Cleaned and dressed, I headed down the
corridor. The page fell in beside me
as
I left my suite. He led me to the
dining area. There were several
people
(lizard people, of course) around a table talking. They stood as I entered.
I walked to the head of the table and motioned everyone
to
sit. They bowed slightly and took
their
seats. I smiled, just a show of
teeth
that didn't reach the eyes, and said, "I guess you are the elders?" There were nods of agreement around the
table.
"Well, gentleman ... " I paused noticing one or two that
were
dressed in what could only be called feminine attire, "... and ladies, since
you
all seem amenable to my taking the reins of power here, We will need to get
a
few things accomplished. You all
seem
agreeable to a bit of hard work, so I don't see that as a problem. Let us dine tonight and get to know each
other a bit. I will tell you of my
plans in the morning."
This seemed to please them.
Food was brought and we feasted and I learned the ways of this new
people. They were odd - even
alien. They did things differently
than
we do, but they seemed good people.
Other than eating their food live, I didn't have any complaints with
what I saw from them. Hopefully this
will be a good beginning and a better ending.
Contact Arkolyn at TJESTEP@CMHMETRO.NET
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