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Child listen well to the history of our people! This universe began when the Great Unnamed One opened his eyes and saw the infinite expanse of swirling fire and chaos that was the totality of all that existed. After an unknowable period of time he came to know loneliness. He purposed in his heart to make others in his likeness that he might commune with them and put aside the burden of loneliness. Reaching into the fiery Chaos he formed the tools he would need. First he created an anvil upon which to craft his creation this he called "Order." Next he pulled from the chaos a tool which he called "intelligence." Reaching a third time into the fire he pulled a handful of pure chaos and laid it on the anvil and began to work it with the hammer. Slowly 12 individual and distinct forms began to coaless, each perfectly formed and identical. As His labor neared completion he became dissatisfied with the results. Each was perfect true...but they lacked that unique quality the made him, Him. Finally He hit upon a solution of sorts. As the forging process entered its final phase he held each out into the fiery chaos for a brief moment. The Pure chaos subtly changed each in unique and unforknowable ways. When the process was finished there stood before him 12 beings we now call the Chaos Lords... ….After the conflict had been resolved Dw'aomuck purposed in his heart to do as the father had and create creatures, Not for companionship though but to rule over them and exercise dominion over his newly created slaves. Long did he labor. But regardless of his skill and effort, when each was brought in from the final forging in the stuff of chaos his creations were all shown to be grievously flawed. All were misshapen in body or mind. Time and again he tried but each time the creation was a disaster. Eventually his siblings discovered what he had been doing alone and in secret. Confronting him they forced him to cease his perverted labors and sought to put an end to the misshapen monstrosities he had crafted. Most were put out of their misery. Some few however, escaped. For though flawed and lesser creations power they still possessed enough to jointly form an unnatural refuge for themselves. Deep in a rocky cocoon they hid themselves and formed a pact that all would do whatever was within their power to keep the elders from breaching their refuge. Declaring themselves to be gods they set out to duplicate the work of Their creator and fashioned misshapen copies of their already misshapen forms and sent them to the surface of the rocky sphere to guard their resting-place from intrusion. Thus came to be the races of the Elves, Humans, Orcs, Gnomes, Halflings, Minotaur, Dwarves, and many others. Utilizing the unnatural and perverted nature of their "world" the combined forces of the young beings was sufficient to prevent a direct attack from the 12 elders. So they devised the plan. Their infinitely superior knowledge of the universe showed them a crack in the young gods defenses. Where magic was the strongest Raw Chaos was able to leak in. And where raw Chaos pooled they were able to exercise influence and breed their own vastly superior creatures. Bending their combined skill and knowledge they crafted a new race of being not in THIER subtly flawed image but in an image of the Creator. They succeeded. "Thus child were we formed". "Our task is to find the resting place of those repugnant beings the other races were formed after so that the elders may put them out of their misery. "Afterward it will fall to us to cleans this planet of all the deformed mutations that currently inhabit it and refuse to bend the knee to us......" It is our destiny and our birth right!
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Sand people? No Dervish? Dark Elves? I do not recognize this world? They look like Dervish people but they are clearly of the Dark Elves and look around we are in the deasert. But people talk of the sea as if it were close. I was forced to leave the world of Curn by dark magic I will not be stopped again by the magic of evil. I now sit on the thrown of the Great city o Port Yaras. Lean back and let the servants refill your tankards. Listen to the tale of my adventures among the mysterious inhabitants of Port Yaras – the grim Dark Elves and their leader Gunga Din. Ah-yes I seem to get your attention, even Yours –Oh great Wizard. Yes …..I have seen Port Yaras and lived to tell the tale. It all began when I – Lord Gunga Din – as a young man had a small misunderstanding involving some jewellery. When the Dark Elves noble - who claimed the ownership to these trinkets –and his friends started to emphasize his arguments with their axes, I felt being judged unheard. Of course, it is hard to argue ones case with half a dozen upset Dark Elves warriors - especially while sitting 60 feet up a tree. It is easy to laugh about it now – twenty some years later but at that moment it was not very entertaining. Just as the tree started to fall I remembered a small item which I ..hmm g.. inhe..yes …inherited after my dear ..hmm Uncle Treelong: It was a small piece of crystal with a butterfly encased in it. The old scoundrel claimed it was magical and could get a man out of trouble when he sol…ah.. showed it to me. Since I felt I had little choice I tried the ritual prescribed. And it worked..at least sort of. It took me away from the Dark Elves but…. That was many worlds ago. I was ruler of a vast empire on the world of Curn and now I rule this one port city in the middle of a desert rulled by the dark elves... how did I come to this you ask... that is a good question. I remember the evil magic coming I almost didn’t escaped after a blur of light and darkness I found myself on this world head down in a large dune, mouth full of hot sand. As I climbed the highest dune and saw desert stretch from horizon to horizon I realized that I was deep in some desert. Let me take a sip of ale and Ill soon continue….Ahhhhh ,still the memory makes me thirsty. Well, it did not concern me overly much. I would make the best of the world I came to. Two long days - frying under the merciless sun - and two chilling nights - shaking from cold and fright – later I was ready to give in and welcome death. The only meal I had had was a desert adder I killed the first day and the only drink was its blood. And I had preyed to every single god had ever heard of and that is quiet a few. So I sat in the sand only wishing for a quick and painless death ( that is wishful thinking in this god forsaken desert) when suddenly three tall figures appeared out of the sand. At first I thought it was a mirage ´cause I could see several hundred steps in the direction from where they had appeared. But when felt the tip of a little crossbow at my throat I was convinced that the figures in front of me were real. And I was relieved, either I was to be saved or at least my sufferings would end quickly. T hen I heard them speak and my blood froze. These men were Port Yaras Dark Elves. That is good at least they are not sand people As they led – rather roughly – I had a chance to study the appearance of my captures. Each was at least 6 feet tall, wiry, with grim features. Their faces brown-baked by the harsh sun and hardened by the ever-blowing sand are often deeply scared. They are clad in a miyara- a long and wide piece of cloth that covers them from head to foot. The color blends perfectly with the desert thus making it impossible to see a warrior even from a few steps away – unless he wants to be seen. The sand people would love these guys. From early childhood all wear the small hand crossbow and a sword. One weapon is always within reaching distance. And then a lanky figure strolled into view and I heart sank like a fat dwarf in sweet water He must be their leader. My fear was unfounded. The Elf spoke to me as a servant to a master He knew… That I had not come to be a citizen but to rule. Trade is the lifeblood of the city. The ocean are the veins. But the veins are clogged with pirates. That must change. That will change. Let the word go out Gunga Din has arrived. Arrived and friends I shall make. Land I shall take. Wealth I shall rack.. in to my coffers and d... all the scoffers.
Contact GungaDin at rasputon@juno.com
Where do I begin? This wasn't my first time landing on a new world, but this time it seemed familiar. It also seemed very, very hot. Trees were everywhere - not to mention the bugs. "Well," I said to myself, "might as well look around a bit."
After an hour or so of walking (probably in circles). I noticed I was being followed. They must have been there for a while, I just didn't notice. I never said I was observant.
Anyway, I decided that I would just have a seat and wait for them to come to me. I wouldn't have seen them unless they wanted me to, so I found a comfortable seat under a huge tree and waited.
I didn't have to wait long. They must have decided I was harmless. A large warrior stepped out of the brush about 3 meters away. I hadn't even seen him.
"How did you come here?" he asked.
"Well, let's just skip all of the small talk and get right to the point. No reason to beat about a bush for what your trying to ask. Just ask it."
He looked confused for a bit. "I did ask."
"Hmmm, looks like sarcasm is a talent you lack. Do you have a sense of humor?"
"Listen weak one. I don't have time for your games. You are obviously of the lesser races. I will take you to the Great Mother for her harem if you refuse to answer. You can be my slave if you do answer. Which shall it be?"
He looked to be in some kind of pain after that speech. I realized that it was probably the most he had spoken for weeks. I decided to give him a break.
"Why don't you just take me to this Great Mother. If she suits me, I may allow her to bed me. We'll have to see, though."
This didn't seem to ease his mind a bit. Actually, he seemed to take some kind of offense. I was never very good at this diplomacy stuff. I shrugged mentally and stood up.
"If I have caused offense, I am sorry. I need to see your Great Mother anyway, so why don't you take me to her?" I said. After a moment I added, "Being a barbarian, how could I know that the Great Mother was so important?"
This seemed to calm him down a bit. I didn't really want to have to kill him. I kind of liked the fact that he wouldn't talk much. I've always had problems with wordy folks.
"My name's Arkolyn," I said as we walked toward his village. At least I assumed we were walking towards his village.
"Shirel Orantic." Short and to the point. I liked him more by the moment.
We walked for several hours. I noticed that there were spots that looked cultivated in this jungle. We also passed close to several smaller villages. He would occasionally make a hand sign at some unseen person or persons. All in all, it was a pleasant walk, though I didn't learn much.
We started up a small rise next to a river, and the trees cleared. Before me appeared a large town. You could pass within a few hundred meters and never see it. The jungle was cleared back to the river on one side and 200 or 300 meters on the sides away from it. These lands were being cultivated to feed the town. It all seemed orderly and neat. To my surprise, there was even a small castle sticking up out of the center of the town. I was rather pleased with my new lands. Now I justed needed to make sure the people here would be pleased with me.
He led me directly to the castle. There were fountains in various shapes and gardens in a riot of colors. There was even some pennants hanging from the peaks of the castle. I smiled. This would make a wonderful home.
He led me into the interior which was fastidiously clean. Everything shined, the halls were brightly lit, and there were new candles in all of the holders. The wall hangings looked like they were new sewn. Someone spent a lot of tender loving care taking care of the castle.
I entered the apparent throne room. There were several women taking care of an elderly lady. I grinned openly as I realized the old lady was the Great Mother. She wasn't going to bed anyone. It would probably kill her.
She examined me while I was approaching also. I bowed slightly and said, "Greetings, Great Mother. It is my pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am a wizard of some skill, and I have come to make myself of some use to you and yours."
"Shirel, did you know this one was a wizard when you brought him in her?" I was impressed. Her voice was still strong in that decaying ball.
I saved poor Shirel. "No, Great Mother, he did not. He met me away from the town and brought me here at my insistance."
"Leave, Shirel, since you can't speak for yourself. I will concern myself with this 'wizard.'"
She turned to me. "So, you are a wizard, huh? Well wizard something for me. I wish to be amused. If you amuse me, I may let you live. You'll have to enter my harem of course, but it won't be that much of an inconvenience for you. I won't mind your occasional daliances."
"My lady, you misunderstand me. I am not a perveyor of tricks. I don't do 'magic' to entertain the masses. I am a true wizard. I don't believe that you would want me to 'wizard something' for you. It may have detrimental effects."
She didn't seem impressed. "If you can't do tricks, then you are of no use to this court. Guards! Take this refuse out and put it to work in the fields."
Needless to say, I was I bit displeased by these developments. As the guards approached, I decided that I didn't really want to 'wizard something', so I decided for a more personal approach. I hit the first guard in the shin with my staff. As he hopped around the throne room, I swung the staff up and caught the other guard under the chin. I quickly hit the first over the head, and it was finished.
"My Lady, we can do this the hard way or the easy way. Here's what I propose. You can continue as you are now, and I will give you direction as to what your people are to do."
"Me take orders from an impudent welp like you? Never!"
"Do you have a successor?" I asked.
"Of course. Misa will follow me when...." She stopped. "You wouldn't dare!"
"If I'm left no choices, I would. I would prefer to do this peacefully. If I must, I will 'wizard something' that will kill a lot of folks. I assume you've been having problems of late, though. I usually show up when there's trouble. Consider me a problem solver. I'll help you with your troubles. You help me by keeping everyone working and in line. Deal?"
She was obviously a survivor. She thought through her options and decided that maybe I might be who I said I was. Besides, I was right, she could use the help.
"Don't complain when the bugs aren't biting. That's what my mother always told me. I will accept your offer. If you are not who you say you are, I will torture you slowly. You will live a very long time while you die."
"It's a deal then," I said smiling. She gave a small shudder as I let power trickle along the staff, which smoked slightly. "Can you have someone draw me a bath? I would rather we have our first meeting to discus what we are to do smelling better than week old dog."
She smiled and sent the orders. We decided to discus things over dinner. I insisted that Misa be involved so she would know what was going on in case something happened. She just smiled, but it was a tight smile. Reminders are important.
Well, that's how I ended up here. The people are nice, hard-working, and beautiful. I couldn't ask for better. Besides, they cook better than the last few folks I tried to help. Hopefully, this time, things will end up better.
Contact Arkolyn at TJESTEP@CMHMETRO.NET
From the far north comes the clash of Thunder and the sounds of rejoicing as the Icelanders have chosen a new leader!! ....But I get ahead of myself...our story begins many years ago deep in the swamp. Our hero Krazak Doomhammer a mage of surpassing power was wandering through the swamp when he spied a handful of swamp goblins attacking a lone Hill Dwarf. The situation was perilous but thankfully our hero intervened slaying the goblins and saving the Hill Dwarf. This dwarf turned out to be the crown prince of his people but had become lost in the fog while hunting with friends. Our hero used his magic to scry out the nearest hill dwarf and lead his new found friend to them. The Hill Dwarf was ecstatic that he had been returned to his fellows and offered the Wizard and invitation to a fine feast that the Dwarven home. He introduced himself as Ogg "Scatches when itchy" A nickname the wizard didn't need to ask from whence it came. The wizard met the boys father the king of the dwarves who profusly thanked him for saving his son and offered him a room to stay in as long as he wished. The wizard was tirned indeed so gladly accepted the offer. As it turned our the Hill Dwarf King was having troubles with a neighboring ruler, the wizard was able to make himself useful by alerting the king when the emissaries were lying to him thus proving most useful to the King. but a dark and evil being was roaming the lands...the dreaded Arrgorath! he was a demigod of unsurpassed power...but true to his friends the wizard agreed to go out and attempt to slay this foul demon...he took a large army of the hill dwarves best troops and began searching the land for the evil one. But alas while he was away on another island the Evil one attacked the home city of the Hill dwarves slaying the King and all his heirs and their familys....deep int he south the wizard was when he felt his friend die at the Evil ones hand....a great magic was cast that allowed him to travel at an astounding rate! But even then by the time he returned the evil one ad fled, leaving behind a shattered people. The wizard then began organizing parties to rebuild the town and see to the wounded. Once that was seen to the question of a ruler came up...and much to his surprise the townsfolk voted the Wizard in as ruler! After several years of prosperous living under the Wizards wise rule the dark one cam again to the island..but this time the Dwarves were waiting. The battle raged long into the night and almost unimaginable magics were unleashed...but int he end the Hill dwarves had driven him from their fair isle. Long and loud was the rejoicing to be heard. So loud was it that it carried across the ocean to a far isle where the Elves were celebrating their most recent conquest...the destruction of the Lizardmen. The sounds of the dwarves rejoicing drew their attention. They began immediately to build transport to sail to the new isle...not in peace but as conquers! By the dead of night they sailed across the sea separating the 2 isles...Then they landed their army's and attacked! Surprise was total and they captured their first city unopposed. But the empire of the Dwarves was vast and as the battle raged on more and more were conscripted into the armed forces..until at last there was no one left to man the fields or fishing ships..the famine ranged across the land slaying thousands. Until finally the elves stormed into the Dwarven Kings castle...but Krazak heard them coming and cast his mightiest spell...and teleported himself to safety just as the Elven forces broke through the door. When our hero next awoke he was at first conscious of a gnawing hunger then of the biting cold. He opened his eyes and looked around at the new world his magic had sent him to....and was amazed at what he was seeing. Vast plains of White snow stretched far to the South and to the North flashes of an ocean could be seen. Even as he began to wonder how he was going to survive he heard a curious yelping barking noise coming from other side of the hill behind him. He peered cautiously over the hill only to see a small band of what were obviously raiders attacking an even smaller band if Ice Fishermen and whale hunters. Without even a seconds hesitation the Wizard began to cast a might spell, He grinned as the very ground beneath the "Raiders" feet began to split apart and several snowmen crawled out...funny looking or not they attacked the "Raiders" with considerable skill and soon vanquished them. The Icelanders were overjoyed at their savior and immediately named him their King. At this the Wizard started laughing as he remembered a similar even many years before with a smaller race. And so begins the Epic Tale of Krazak Doomhammer Wizard, Warrior and Leader supreme.
Contact krazak Doomhammer at Hardtooth@comcast.net
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*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 just an astral projection of my previous ("previous"? I have an irritating feeling that they are - many of them at least - occurring in parallel, and this makes this whole process even more logically incomprehensible than it would otherwise be; not that 1764 zillion clonecarnations have taught me even the basicest logic behind simple serial clonecarnations in linear sequence - which of course makes partially overlapping clonecarnations even harder to understand...) ...
Ehh, where was I? Oh yes, wondering if this was an astral projection of an old clonecarnation or an entirely new one... At the very least, this world looks extremely astral, so either it is an astral projection of an old copy of mine (from a very solid world) or so it is a new projection to an astral plane of some world - guess I'll find out sooner or later anyway... Hey wait, let's use that age-old extremely simple test *pinch* *OUCH!*
Well, that answers that question at least - this copy of me is uncomfortably solid and extremely sensitive to being pinched! So now I know I (I? some day I'll find an extremely bright student somewhere in the known universes - or in some currently unknown - and have him write a thesis about the meaning of "I" in a clonecarnatic environment) am real, and really in an astral plane of some sort... Now I'll just have to find out which world's...
Ahh, there seems to be some kind of a signpost over there - let us see if it could offer any clues...
WARNING! SINGULARITY
enter only at your own risk
"Singularity" - that sounds somehow familiar... Wonder if I dare enter - hmm, maybe I should test the waters (or whatever that swirling thing in the middle of that stuff is...) with something else first? Yes, let's try that little twig over there [throwing the little twig over there into the singularity over here]
*SHRIEK!* Thank all the gods in all the universes I didn't jump in myself - that twig seems to have turned into a cross between a pink elephant and Kylie Minogue... *SHUDDER!!* [reflexively casting a protective spell]
*Whew!* That's better - a cross between a wallaby and Kiri Te Kanawa is much easier to stomach... Well, since direct exploration is obviously out of the question, I'll have to explore the situation indirectly - let's see if any of my clonecarnations (finished or living on in parallel - though how I can use their memories is beyond my [my?] understanding) has any clues as to singularities and *shudder* Kylie Minogue...
[Approximately 42 investigated clues later]
Ahh, I see... Elementary, my dear Sherlock the Apprentice! This must be a WoW world, and once again I am stuck with chaos minions... (As if these lives were not chaotic enough as it is!)
Now what? Well, there seems to be another singularity post - ehh, signpost - over there; maybe it has some more light to shed on where I am...
This is NOT a singularity!
This is a teleport to Dar Feth
astral capital of the chaos minions
of the astral city of Dar Feth
Hmm, apart from the slight tautology in the text that seems a safe enough device to step into - and on closer thought, a minor tautology can hardly harm someone used to (hmm, used to ? I feel equally uneasy at the start of each and every one of them) zillions of clones [stepping into the teleport]
-Welcome to the world of Pendrake in the WoW universe, wizard Alodar the Apprentice! We have been expecting you!
-Expecting me? How come - I don't know even myself where my new clonecarnations are going to appear?
-Well, sir Alodar, by now it is common knowledge all over the WoW worlds and universes that you seem to clonecarnate into each and every of them, and all other wizards on this particular Pendrake world are already accounted for, so by simple deduction it was obvious you would show up here! So we already got rid of our old wizard (well, he voluntarily decided he wanted to check out how it feels to be a cross between a tourmaline-coloured rhinoceros and Conan O'Brien - he is now reported to be stampeding through the ratings of a certain show on a planet called earth...) to have the chair vacated for you!
Kobold slaves capable of even simple logical deductions - this world is truly in an extremely chaotic state... Hmm, but I think I have something which will silence even him... *smug grin*
-That is very forthcoming of you, fella! Now could you maybe also solve the following puzzle; how come I can be clonecarnated not only in linear sequence but also obviously in parallel so that there are several active copies of me at the same time?
-Of course, honoured wizard! No doubt you know the simple answer yourself, and merely wish to test the IQ level of us simple kobold slaves, but the answer is *whisper, whisper*
*GASP!*
-Ehh... ahem... Of course - I gladly admit you kobold slaves have a quite decent IQ level... Now leave me alone so I can get started in my new job...
-Of course, honoured wizard! It is always a pleasure for us simple kobold slaves to meet someone with as superior an intellect as you, wizard Alodar!
*whew* That was close... But how come I have never thought of that before - it is quite simple after all... ?!?
Well, now that I know that, let's get on to business - 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"...
*sigh* Parallel or linear, some things never seem to change... Now, where did I put my glasses...
Contact Alodar the Apprentice at rwikman@ra.abo.fi
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