PLAYER 1 - Alodar the Apprentice

*grmph* Here I go again it seems, and now I feel really tired - some great food and then an even greater bed would be _really_ nice... But I guess I had better keep my eyes open for a few more minutes just to see if anything big and scary shows up...

But if nothing happens I will surely cast the spell "fix some great food and a magnificent sleeping bag" and make use of both!

[Waiting - more sleepy with every passing minute - and waiting, and waiting...]

I've had it for today - now I'll go to sleep and find out where the <expletives deleted> I have landed tomorrow... At the very least this seems to be an extremely peaceful region since nothing has stirred my sleep so far, so maybe this will be quite an uneventful clonecarnation...

[Casting the spell "forget about the great food and the magnificent sleeping bag and just drop dead [though figuratively, not literally] where you stand"...]

Hello, young and beautiful maiden! Pray tell me your name and your occupation - I am Alodar the Apprentice (the 42nd zillion clonecarnation of him, anyway), wizard of a thousand worlds!

A wizard, hmm, that is something new... My name is Bluffy, and I slay vampires for a living, even though the payment is lousy (in fact, I get paid nothing at all, so it is more of a vocation than an occupation)...

How quaint! [Err, wrong reference...] Quaint interesting, I mean... I do meet with vampires in several of my worlds as well, sometimes as foes, but if you can convert them to your side, they are quite useful... Though I have to admit that vampires and other undeads are just a minor part of the worlds I inhabit, so I have actually never met anyone specialized in vampire slaying before... Hey, I just got an idea - would you like to accompany me on the next trip? If we are lucky, you might be able to test your undead-slaying skills on a dark lord ... [quickly casting the spell 'convince young and beautiful maidens working as vampire slayers to team up with Alodar the umpteen-zillion-times- clonecarnated Apprentice to have the thrill of their lifetime' - as a minor clarification, be it said that said spell is considerably faster to cast than to spell out...]

Wow, wizard Alodar! That sounds really cool! Where do we go?!

Funny you should say that - since I had actually planned to go to a world called just that, ie. WoW... Now just hold me tightly, and I'll cast a teleport spell taking us both there... *POOF!*

Hey Allie, you old alligator, wake up! (OK, raise your consciousness from your deep meditation then, if that makes you feel more important...)

Arrghh, what the... <expletives deleted> Where did she go, and who the <more expletives deleted> are you?

Hehe, your drea... ahem, meditation... must have been quite... interesting! I am Tyranthraxus and if you ransack some of your clonecarnated memories you will recall that we have worked together quite a few times (though none of your clones has ever been able to pronounce my name correctly!) and now it is time again - we have a new tournament ahead of us!

OK, give me a few seconds to ransack my memories then [ransacking a couple of memories in approximately 42 seconds] ...
Ahh, I see... No wonder I felt so tired (ehh, in need of deeper-than-deep meditation) then; our last tournament battle was quite epic - those wizards Shun the Sonar and Brag the Equaliser were *really* good! I think the pivotal point was when they assaulted my capital and _almost_ succeeded - the losses they eventually took in that battle damaged their economy too much... Now where are we this time, Tyrannoplexus?

Yet another tournament, you old alligator - this time we are pitched against wizards Cozumel and Wonda and you'd better make sure you are fully awake (OK, OK, fully raised from your deep meditation) because they are quite fearsome opponents as well, so your brain cells (all two of them) need to be on full alert if we are going to emerge victors once again!

Don't worry, pal, I'll just rewire my other 42 zillion brain cells from trying to pronounce your name to be on red alert in combat mode again! Now, just tell me what you have found out about this world so far, and we'll take it from there...

Contact Alodar the Apprentice at rwikman@ra.abo.fi

PLAYER 2 - Wonda

Wonda's Whims









  I remember the first time I met Wonda. Such a special lass.
It was on an early spring day. The flowers were just blooming.
She was barefoot, wearing a light red summer dress and straw hat.
The image of a carefree maiden enjoying the warmth of the new
season.

It was the half month and Wonda was picking flowes in celebration.
Newly opened Daisies I believe. She had woven some of them through
her hat and was gathering the rest in a small picnic basket. Finally,
she seemed satisfied with her collection and trounced back toward
the town square.

It was at that moment I knew she was destined for greatness.
With great care she spread them over the logs at the base of the
pyre. Pouring the sacred oil around the base, she was pure concentration,
careful not to make any mistakes. Pausing for a moment of draman, she
set the pyre ablaze.

The watching crowd was filled with a mixture of fear and awe. Of
course, I believe the man being burned alive was just filled with
fear. Wonda was delighted.

I knew she was special.
She possessed a very rare combination of carefree frivolity wedded
with a homicidal megalomania. Perfect for dominating worlds throughout
the cosmos.








Wonda's Thoughts on Time

So many worlds to conquer and enslave. It is often difficult to choose
how to focus. Peronsally, the feast is only interesting when its
full of life. The first moments of good behavior and foolish
prayers are so trying. I have almost had to execute someone just
to keep from falling asleep. Well, actually I did execute one fool.
He suggested we make peace overtures to the neighboring kingdom.
I have to commend the musicians that evening. They managed to
play perfectly in tune with his screams.

Anyway, after this initial boredom. Drinks are served. For some
mysterious reason, wine and ale, good or bad, seems to bring
out the best in people. They abandom those restraints of
so-called civilization and finally start to live.
The diners greedily grab for the choicest meats,
dogs fight for the scraps, the servants scream as they
are poked and prodded. Insults are traded, duels fought,
men and women die.
These are moments to celebrate.

Sadly, this boisterous time comes to a close far too quickly.
As the effects of the spirits wanes, the celebrants calm down.
Many by the expedient path of passing out. Some come to
regret their actions, a mystery to me. So what if you killed your
brother, father, sister, best fried or whoever. Obviously, they
were not fit to live since you succeeded. The sobbing and wailing
are painful to hear. Soon enough, I can't stand it anymore and
often just kill the lot of them.

Why discuss the joys and pains of a great feast? Conquering
worlds is much like the event. That initial boredom of searching
for enemies while the folks at home debate strategies and plans.
Then the heady rush as battle is enjoined and no one knows who's
body will lie upon the field in the morning. Then the painful
aftermath of success when the defeated cry for mercy. Ugh.



Wonda and Orcs

Actually, I don't much care for Orcs, but they
will do when no better worshippers can be found.
They only satisfy two of
the four requirements for a decent species. A good worshipper
race is bloodthirsty, intelligent, obedient, and cunning.
Sadly, Orcs are lacking in intelligence and are rarely considered
cunning. Asking an Orc a question is a sure way to confuse them.
And they seem to consider kicking down the front door of a
house a subtle means of gaining entrance. Considering they usually
tear down the walls, I guess it is step towards restraint. But
not exactly a well laid out and conniving plan. I will certainly
miss the Gnomes with there inifinite creativity and ingenuous
machines. Once they understood my needs, the torture room was
a place of great beauty. But that is the past, and I must look
forward.

Fortunately, Orcs make up for these faults with a nearly mindless
obedience and an insatiable need for bloodletting. As a test,
I asked a fat Orc and a thin Orc to jump off a cliff and see
who landed first. I naturally assumed the fat Orc would plummet
much faster. Much to my surprise, the think Orc struck the ground
first. Mostly due to the fact that the fat Orc grabbed him and
used him as a cushion on the way down. I was impressed by the
creative attempt to avoid death and will almost miss the brave
idiot. As a reward, I had a small temple erected around his
remains where others can pause for a moment of contemplation.

The two Orcs were proof of both obedience and a satisfactory
blood lust. They would have happily murdered each other and
did try just that in their last moments. I believe, when the
time comes, I will just say, "March that way and kill everything".
No need for complicated instructions or sophisticated battle
formations. Sometimes, I just enjoy the basics.











Wonda's Words of Wisdom




 

Wear white when visiting the torture chamber. Don't change
your clothes when meeting with foreign dignitaries.



 

There is no problem in the world that a dagger in the night
can't fix.



 

Be very hospitable to the families of foreign nobles. They make
excellent hostages.



 

Always smile when sentencing someone to death. The survivors
will improve their behavior.



 

Remember, it's not how your run the kingdom that's important.
It's who you killed to get there.













A special gift to be send to Wonda's enemies:







Contact Wonda at braunj@.ecse.rpi.edu

Contact Wonda at braunj@rpi.edu

PLAYER 3 - Cozumel

  
                                                                        
                                      
  

  
                               

                  

                    

                      
   
                                                                        
                                   
      

              Cozumel

              

             

                                                                        
                                                       
                    
                                                                        
                                                       
      
           
                                                                        
             
               
      
              
      

                        
        The voragine
  of the ritual was achieving its climax   when Cozumel felt a startling
excitation. The wind hissed with hundreds   of haunted  voices. The thin
silk barely covering her rounded breasts, the cold raindrops biting her nipples
as passionate lovers. She yelled in extasy and commanded:               
                                                     
                                                                        
                                                        
          
  "I call you Wonda, come
forward"
                                                                        
                                                                        
                                             
          
  A nucleus of light was forming
        in the obsidian altar, where minutes before she had sacrificed a
youth     of   unparalleled beauty. The brightness was difficult to endure.
A cyclone      was  forming while the wind screamed the unholyness of the
ritual. The   very   fabric  of magic was being strained to its limit. The
light was becoming     stronger  and stronger,  so much that she had to close
his eyes, but the   light  pierced  through the eyelids, stimulating her
nerves. 
                                                                        
                      
          
                                                                        
                                                                        
                                             
          
  She opened her eyes to confront
        a blond woman of stunning beauty. Her emerald eyes expressed surprise
 and    calmn.   Her feet treading the still fizzing mixture of dragon blood,
 both    golden   and black, the remnants of magic glistening along her naked
 body.    With a whisper,  uneasy with her musical voice, she
said:
                                                                        
                                                                        
                                             
          
  "I have come, my
friend".
                                                                        
                                                                        
                                             
          
  And with that she bursted
out laughing, a chiming sound of pure joy.
                                                                        
                                                                        
                                             
          
  "Why have you chosen this
body for me?".
                                                                        
                                                                        
                                             
          
  Cozumel shrugged off and
said:
                                                                        
                                                                        
                                             
          
  "Why, she was just one of
my favourite lovers", beaming with a sly smile.
                                                                        
                                                                        
                                             
          
  Wonda approached and kissed
her deep in the mouth.  "When you had the other body, I always wanted
to do that".
                                                                        
                                                                        
                                             
          
  Cozumel chuckled maliciously.
          "And what else,
Wonda, what else?". When she saw Wonda approach again in desire, she dismissed
her with a gesture. "Enough for now, my dear. The Beast, my master, is gone,
but our enemies gather in this new world.".

          
        
        

          
Wonda bowed gracefully.    
    "You make me a great honour in your choosing".
        
        
                                                            
                                                                        
                                                         
          
  "No more mockery. We have
        a long night ahead, a big deal to debate. This time we must
prevail".
                                                                        
                                                                        
                                             
          
  Cozumel underlined the last
words with such fierceness, that Wonda had little doubt it could be
otherwise.
                                                                        
                                                                        
                                             
          
  

                 
                        
                                                                        
                                                      
      
                 
               
      
               
        
                    
                 

                      
                                  
                                                                        
     
       Cozumel rules in Grashin.     Feel free
to enjoy the hospitality of the Dark Lady.                       
                                                                        
                    
      
                                                                
                                                 
      
                      
                                                                        
              
      
Try to attract her atention, if
you are worth.     
                                                                        
                       
      
      
                 
               
                                           
  
           

             

             

  

 

Contact Cozumel at conejero@exp.uji.es

PLAYER 4 - Tyranthraxus

Contact Tyranthraxus at gor@passagen.se

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