PLAYER 1 - Takara

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Contact Takara at vuurdame@xs4all.nl

PLAYER 2 - Silverthorn

Silverthorn looked around the council chamber.  Each advisor eyed him =
cautiously knowing his volitile temper.  Just last week he had =
transformed the Defense Minster into a three armed tree slug.  They all =
remembered quite vividly how the minster had calmly told the enraged =
wizard that gnomes don't ride horses so calvary was not really a =
strategic option.  Silverthorn had stood quietly stroking his beard =
before saying ...."I see.....maybe I didn't make myself clear."  There =
had been a flash.  When the smoke cleared there was the 3 armed tree =
slug.  The new defense minister had promptly started trying to train =
calvary but thus far had not had much success.  Gnomes really are not =
horsemen and they had a terrible time even mounting one of the great =
beasts.  It had become common place to see some happless gnome being =
dragged through the streets by his run away horse. =20

Money was the issue today.  Silverthorn wanted more of it.  All of the =
advisors knew that the treasury was tapped and the people had paid all =
they could. Even the advisors had donated their personal forces to the =
"Elect Silverthorn King" fund.  "I need more money," stated the wizard.  =
"How shall we get it?"  All were silent until one young and reckless =
gnome spoke up in a brave voice.  "I know where we can get more gold.  =
Through the caverns in the underworld is a castle that is just filled =
with gold."
The wizard said nothing but looked at the young gnome attentively so the =
gnome continued.  "The castle is guarded by an evil wizard. You would =
have to kill him before you could get his gold."

"Excellent" grinned the wizard and his eyes gleamed.  "Tell the Defense =
Minster to dispatch our new calvary to kill this windbag wizard right =
away." Everyone knew that there was no gnomish calvary despite their =
best efforts.  Nevertheless Defense Minister YarsTalksAlot bowed saying =
"as you will my leige."  He sure hoped that he could find some calvary =
somewhere or he was likely to end up sharing a palm frond with his =
predescessor.  Silverthorn seemed pleased for the moment and the council =
quickly adjourned before Silverthorn got any more wild ideas.

Contact Silverthorn at WizardSilverthorn@cox.net

PLAYER 3 - The Master

    The smoke rose above the hills of Yrundyroc as the chanting drifted
through the air.  Louder and louder the chants rose as the sun shrunk below
the horizon.  Inventsalot, a young Gnome farmer, crept along the rocky
hillside toward the sound.  These hills had been very quiet for many years,
and Inventsalot could not resist the temptation to see what all the
commotion was about.
    Inventsalot finally cleared the last ridge and looked down on the scene
below him.  What he saw was about twenty Gnomes dressed in black robes.
They were gathered around a large campfire and appeared to be walking in
circles around it, chanting some mysterious words.  The fire produced an
unnaturally thick smoke that filled the air, almost choking him at this
close distance.  Inventsalot had never seen these Gnomes before and was
curious what was going on.
    He watched for hours.  As the chanting continued, it picked up speed and
volume.  The smoke continued to billow from the fire and became thicker as
time passed, eventually seeming to take shape.  Inventsalot stared as the
smoke formed the shape of a man's face.  The face rotated in the smoke,
looking at the surrounding hillside.  The chanting rose to an unbelievable
level and then suddenly fell silent.  The Gnomes fell to their knees and
pressed their faces to the ground.  Inventsalot trembled as the face spoke
with a voice that rumbled across the countryside.
    "The Master has arrived!"

Contact The Master at brianandkathy@cox.net

PLAYER 4 - Rathnagz

Rathnagz of Neabudara welcomes you to his lands