PLAYER 1 - Brag, The Equalizer

   
   
   
   


 




 


He stood
up and looked dizzily around him. Where was he? he
seemed to have lost
his mind. He looked down and saw that he was standing
kneedeep in a pool
of mud and watery soil. He looked up and saw that it
was raining as if
it hadn't rained for years. His clothes were soaking
wet and were clinging
thight to his big belly. Looking around he realized he
was in a deep forest.
But even those tall trees with their big leaves could
not stop the rain.
Thick dropps of cold water tossed down from the leaves
that he could not
even see the top of the trees. He tried to move and
look for shelter but
his feet where caught by the mud and he was not able
to move. "Well then",
he thought, "it doesn't matter. First, I have to
remember what happend
and how I got here, then I will think about what I can
do against this
mud."
"Ahh, yes,
I remember, I was on this strange world with all those
wizards fighting,
forming starge alliances, terminating them, betraying
each other and I
had no friend out there... Oh stop, there is a name
coming up my dizzy
brain... Crayk... yes, and there were some others, new
friends and old
enemies. Yes, but Crayk, that rings a bell. I can
remember, he was sorrounded
by all his many enemies trying month to month to throw
them back but finally
he could not hold anymore. Poor Crayk, I was trying to
help him as good
as I could but I was sorrounded myself by that
wordtwister, mister
trying-to-talk-mando-into-sending-a-dark-lord-onto-his-best-friend-crayk.
But I can can clearly remember when I last talked to
Crayk that he would
go with his dimesional shift to another world.
He even tought me
the spell and told me that he was waiting there for
me. Oh, and he told
me that he would be known ther as Shun, the
Sonar. Strange name,
by the way. There was something else...about my name.
I seem to remember
that he told me to use Brag, the Equalizer as
my name. Even stranger
that name, but well, as long as he can find me by that
name it's OK with
me."
Standing
there and thinking about good old times he put his
hands into one of his
many pockets and found a flask of Dwarf Sprits. "that
looks nice", he thought
and took a deep swollow. "I remember those times when
Crayk and I where
watching these nice little elven dancer back home in
my castle.THAT was
nice! But.. now back to my problem. I am standing
here, caught by the mud
and are supposed to meet Crayk, I mean Shun, and don't
know how. What a
pity. He was always there to help me out. What can I
do?"
The rain
had stopped and he could suddenly hear the sound of
somebody waking through
the forest. A little bit afraid he looked aroud but
could not jet see anybody.
But then he heard the sound of a voice mumbling to
himself. "Where DOES
that blasted old fellow put his big belly into? Hope
he didn't get into
trouble again. He always does that. And I am the one
to get him out. Hope
he can remember the name I told him. Otherwise I will
never find him."

By that
voice Brag new he had been found and everything would
be all right. Now
he could start to have fun again. A new world with his
best friend to guide
him. That would mean a LOT of fun. He began to laugh
out loud and a familiar
voice said: "Hey
good old fellow...I didn't expect ye te swim back to
me!". 
Now he
was safe! Good old Crayk now known as Shun was back
and with him were many
magic artifacts. Brag was about to hug him when he
realized that he was
still caught in that damn pool of mud, but Shun
somehow didn't realise.
Instead, he began to talk about dark and druidic magic
and telling strange
poems that Brag didn't understand while they should
find a good bar, talk
about the old times and watch the girls dancing. He
even didn't realise
that Brag was still unable to leave to pool of mud he
was caught in now
for so long. 

 

 


Finally,
Shun hugged Brag and by that Brag came loose of the
mud. How easy everything
was with Shun around. Shun asked: "So what are
we going to do know,
Brag?". Brag had no idea, so he simly said: "Shun,
nothing to worry about.
We are going to have fun either way, how about
that!" 

 







The
Song of the two heros

 
From the
north came danger, as we knew it would:

In the vanguard
of winter, a dragon's
dance

Unraraveled
the
land,
until
of the
forest,

Out
of the plains
they came, from
the mothering
earth,

The
sky unreckoned
before
them
.  

 

 
Two
they
were under
the three moons         

under
the autumn
twilight:

As the
world
declined
, they
arose        

 Into
the
heart
of the
story     


 

 




Let the best win
the price of glory
 

Contact Brag, The Equalizer at martin_both@yahoo.com

PLAYER 2 - Shuri the huntress

   
   
   
   


 

Andoria? This can't be Andoria again. It looks so different... The
people here are brutal and without the vivid intelligence of the Gnomes,

and very inflexible when they

learnt that from now on they will have to obey a female leader. At
least them seem to have more power and less scruples in killing whatever

dares to cross their way than the gnomes who sometimes were a bit weak
and undecided. Perhaps it's because of them that we had to leave the
part
of Andoria we lived before, yes surely it was the fault of the gnomes.
They didn't do exactly what we wanted to, they interpreted
our orders! So we better try to lead orcs this time, very
straightforward
people, who will quickly learn that they have to execute my orders word
by word.
Have they developed any special abilities? Did any of them have
artificial
wings or machines able to dig tunnels? I am afraid this is beyond their
imagination. Their way of thinking - if they ever think - is simple and
never confused by fantasy or creativity.

And to live on the top of such a high mountain - will my new people
profit  from it? I took all heads of those orcish sub-leaders who
weren't willing to accept me. The heads rolled down to the beach of the
lake I can see below before I could place them on the tops of the spears

decorating the turrets of my castle. Well, may the fish eat their eyes,
probably it's better that my subjects see the heads of members of other
orcish tribes pinned on the spears than those of the men who dare to
wisper
behind my back. Time to look out for our enemies and for our dear ally
- at least the view is great, aren't there three castles in the
distance,
nearly hidden in the clouds?

 
Ah, this battle is new - a bunch of german orcs fighting each other
- has this ever happened before in the history of WoW? I heard about
swedish
orcs forced to find out who's the best of them, too. Didn't they
classify
us by our experience to fight this time, but to which tribe we belong?
Interesting idea. Or does it mean that the swedish orcs are better than
the german ones?

We absolutely need to prove the opposite! Perhaps we can find an
exit
to their world which seem to exist in an univere parallel to ours...but
halt, my newly chosen sub-leader look at me with bewilderment, I must
not
murmur strange things they never will understand, I must not look like
a being with intellect, all they accept is pure force, and an absolute
will to obtain and keep power, and the ability to swallow huge
quantities
of whatever sort of alcohol. At least they brew good beer, not just as
good as dwarven one, but very acceptable and even close to the recipe
called
'Deutsches Reinheitsgebot'. I think I will try a little magic to get
myself
beer without alcohol, it won't be hard to fool them in this, and this
way
I can even beat the sturdiest of my new sub-leaders, nobody will be able

to drink as much as me.

I have to bring culture to these people, we need the best
weapon-smiths,
the best miners, we have to develop agriculture to free more peasants
for
the military service or to make good artisans out of them. I will found
an academy for martial arts, and will build gyms where even the
youngest can practise their sword skills.

 



 

Ah, what a horrible noise is this?

The call of the trumpet asking for my presence to encourage a
leaving
army? An army? That sounds great. They seem to be more organized than I
thought. But where is the army? Who are those filthy guys down there?

What? Fifty of the best men ready to invade our enemies' territory
and to kill them of? What the hell? Where are their weapons? We have
nothing
better than militia armoured with nothing but their thick skin and their

weapon is a small dagger? Did they take the knife their wives use to cut


fruits for the kids? Congrats, what a great people your are!

Send at least a few more men against the enemy, he might do the
same.
How useless! How slow! How graceless! What strategic options do we have
with these militia? Shouldn't we all try to avoid war if all our armies
look this way and wait for dragons instead? No, it's no use, I
have 
to make do with them at the moment.
"Brave warriors, it's up to you now to march in

direction of our enemies, to take all the land you find for me - but not

to pillage it, we need the cooperation of the people living there, and
to kill every enemy orc who not declares himself at once to be your
willing
slave. But be careful! There are friends among the orcs you won't know
- don't kill any of the orcs of Lecostarius, ask everyone you meet if he

comes from _GRASHIN_, and if he answers yes, he is your brother and
friend.
Remember well! The orcs of GRASHIN, their leader is Lecostarius, are our

friends. Don't kill them! But kill every other being you meet who
carries
a weapon. You're brave! You will be victorious! Go and make us proud of
you! Free beer as much as he can drink and an interesting job in the
storage
houses for everyone who proves himself worthy of the great tribe of Rakh

Toren!"
Ouf, I hope this wasn't too complicated for them. We will see if we
can reign an empire with these beings...

Bring me a mug of beer! Time for the
audience.

There's one of my diplomats coming back from a
mission,
at least this is what Reark Rouk, my best general shouts into my ear. He

looks strange. What stuff is he wearing? If this is the formale uniforme

of all our diplomats, I will have to think about the - so important -
first
impression other wizards will get from us. Puh, he smells even more than

my sub-leaders. Perhaps because of the hardly dried skulls hanging at
his
belt? Or because you can't see the colour of his face anymore so long
didn't
he wash himself anymore? Or because of this damp rags he is wearing? I
don't even want to know which liquid colours his 'formal suit'. What for

is the horn in his hand?

OUUOOOUUAAHOOUAAAUUHOOAAHUUAAHOOUUUAAHHOOOOUUAAA


My ears, OH MIGHTY GRACEFUL
GODS OF WOW, my ears! Can this be true? He blows it with all
might
to announce himself? What about announcing a guest with a herold? Is
such
a person unknown at my court? I have to create this job, look for the
smartest
and best-looking orc not to make obvious at first sight/smell that we
never
will be able to develop a more organized empire with something worth
being
called infrastructure.... discipline... acceptable manners....
science....
magic.



Where shall I send my so-called diplomate to? To my

ally? As soon as Leco will catch sight - or smell - of him, he will at
once cancel our alliance. To my foes? Hahaha, this could be a real
threat,
better than these ridiculous militia. But let us heat what he wants to
tell us, be on your guard, dear subject, if it isn't really important
what
you have to say, your head, too, will roll down to the shore deep below
the castle. How could I oversee him in my first purge?

 









"Noble
Lady,

Rumour has
gone

that a battle of
poets

a contest of
poesy

will have to be
won

To conquer this
world

not arms and
might

but grace and
delight

will have to
prevail

So songs of great
feats

and ballads of
love

will gain you the
price:

Andoria's
lead"










                                    
......



 I feel like fainting. Can
this be true? Can I possibly have been fooled that much when I accepted
this position? I never would have agreed to such a contest!! No, my
diplomat
surely has gone crazy. Did he live with humans for some time? Or
with...no,
this never has happened before...with elves??? I better chop off his
head
at once, before this plague he is suffering from is spreading even
more. But halt, what does he want to give me there? Some sheets of
paper?
My hands are trembling, this is a very bad sign, paper in the hands of
an orc! I unfold the first one...
 

 A song?   The next
one:
 Poems?

Even Lecostarius sent something
which doesn't sound at all like the normal orcish prattle. What does
that
mean...
Lotosblüte???

So it must be true, truue,
truuuue!!!

                                      


......



"Dear friend, what is your
name?"

"Ah, Ouark Truott? What a
pretty name! Well, listen, you will have to do the most important job in

my empire....you have to be a talent scout and teacher for the fine
arts, you need to look for the most promising young orcish poets.
They
need to study the poesy of the 'Edda' to get a feeling for the ways of
the gods, the 'Nibelungenlied' to give them a feeling how to recite
heroic
acts, this for the beginning, perhaps La Fontaine wouldn't be bad for
the
smallest ones and of course Shakespeare, Goethe, Schiller need to be
studied
in all detail. I am sure, you are the perfect person for that. You know
how important this is to win this contest - you are my chief diplomat,
my minister of foreign affairs, you exactly know the situation on this
world. In your hands lies the destiny of our people. We german orcs are
called the 'Volk der Dichter und Denker', make it come true. Simply do
your best, I know, I can rely upon you!"


 

Contact Shuri the huntress at anja.heller-kemp@t-online.de

PLAYER 3 - Lecostarius

   
   
   
   





Greetings, my fellow wizards! Greetings, my future friends!
I am so glad to see you here, so glad to meet some of you again that I
have already met in other worlds. So much time has passed... and so
important
things have changed, mostly in my formerly misled mind. I have to tell
you, dear friends, I must!
So, first of all, you that know me as a man-eater, those that call me

'the butcher', and also those of you that liked to call me the 'Black
Master',
relax. This era is over. I changed myself, I changed myself completely.
Not only do I now know that love is the most important thing in the
whole universe. I do also know that Dark is the path that leadeth astray

those who seeketh the love, the eternal light, happiness and merriment.
Only the path of peace and earth and water is the one that gives us
human
beings the nobility that we are born for. And it is this peace and love
and eternal wisdom that I am seeking for. I am more than ready, I am
eager
to share this experience with you, my dear friends in this world. In my
dreams, I saw a temple in the sunset. I had a prophecy in my dream.
Ah....

But the most important news I have for you is the prophecy.
The prophecy
came to me the first night I slept in my new room in this new, so far
unknown
world. In my dreams, a huge, friendly face of an old man, with beard and

white hair, appeared. His eyes were full of love and caring. His face
was
full of wisdom. And here are the words he spoke, my fellow
wizards:
Let it be known to you, Lecostarius of the
Orcs, that this world is a peaceful world. The future will bear no more
wars, no more strife, no more distrust, no more fighting. The forces of
evil will soon die on the hands of their own servants. There is no need
to prepare for war, and you, my dear Lecostarius, you are the Messenger
who shall bring my prophecy of peace onto the world. You are peaceful
and
wise. I trust you. Don't fail me.
Then I woke up, and now I know my destiny. I shall carry the message
of peace over the world!
So please, put away your fears, fellow wizards! Trust me, ally with
me, tell me your secrets as I will ponder about them in my mind and as
I am a true friend of you, and I have contact to the higher beings of
this
world, I will be able to find a solution for your problems. There is no
need to muster troops for your defense, no need to study the magic arts
that give you nothing but some useless war spells, since this world is
one of happiness and joy - you know it from the prophecy
and
besides of that I can sense this with every little bit of myself!

Rather, sit back and relax, enjoy the warmth of the sun, think about the

mystery of life and love, and wait until my, er, messengers come that
will
deliver a special message from me, your friend Lecostarius, ruler of
the,
ahem, peaceful Orcs!

 

 



Orcs of
Grashin!
This is the prophecy of Peace,

as received by Lecostarius on January Year 0.
Eat thine meat, in
peace.

Butcher thine pets, not thine

fellow Orcs.

First, pork tastes
better.

Second, pork does not fight
back.

Third, I have more fighters
available.
Think of eating some
vegetables,
too. It saves a lot of effort.

If you see missionars from
Shun
the Sonar, take those.

They taste delicious. In
fact,
there is nothing that tastes better.
Keep peace.
If you see emissaries from
Brag,
take them for soup

Brag soup is a local
delicacy.
I mean, it tastes great.
So, in
short:
Om......

Om.....

Om.....
Dont fight each other. If you
must fight, fight Shun the Sonar. He hates
Orcs!
Om...

Mani...

Padme...

Hum..
Hum? Ahem. Om, Hum. Who knows
that foreign stuff anyway.
Oh Kleinod in der
Lotosblüte.
Beg
pardon???
Oh Kleinod in der
Lotosblüte?
You'd better be quiet
or...
Om...

Om...
Bang!
Ouch.
Sorry.


 

 

 

 




 



February
Year 0: New Allies found!
By the way. We have halfling allies now.
They
live in houses like the ones depicted above. They dont taste good. In
fact
they taste awful. If you already tried one of them and he was good you
were very very lucky. Most of them are poisonous. So please if you see
them dont butcher them. Unless they are emissaries from Shun the Sonar
of course. Then please eat them. That variety is not poisonous at all.
But the ones living close nearby, they are. Please keep in
mind.

 

 



 

 

 

 

 

 

Contact Lecostarius at tkemp@t-online.de

PLAYER 4 - Shun, The Sonar

Rain and mud all over his face he kept on walking. It was not a time for pitty. His clothes soaking wet he made his way through the hills. The leaves of the forest were no longer shelter. Thick drops of cold water tossed down through the spreading green and merged to little brown stinky streams that soaked the socks on his feet when his shoes sank into the swamped floor. At least he had not to be thirsty after his long journey. So he kept bearing his luggage, bound to a big bundle on his back. And nobody would dare to cross his way in this weather - except.... Water was constantly dropping from his nose. He was back to known territory and already close to his home, he reckognized. He hoped he was not too late. But, yes, winter was just over - thank god that this could not develop into a blizzard. He would just be right in time as always. And he had lots of surprises on his back - he would need them. Then he stopped, breaking the alternating sounds of his marching feet on mud. He concentrated. And then he smiled. Somebody was looking for him he knew now. Somebody good to meet after his latest efforts... ...it was hours later when he became certain that his awaited meeting was up soon. In between the rain had stopped and thick misty vapors left his coat all around, eventually mixing with the low hanging clouds. Then out of the fog he heard a laughter and felt warmer right away. "Hey good old fellow...I didn't expect ye te swim back to me!". The voice didn't fit into his own long silence and the sturdily ongoing rainfall of the last weeks. It was the sign that his journey was almost over and that his closest comrades would again be his kin rather than the elements itself. "Hayo there! As much rain as a dog spits when it smells a bone!" Out of the mist he reckonized the distinct shape of his bully, fat as ever, sticking up to his knees in the watery soil. "So good to meet you, Schl... eh Mando... eh Brag! After my journey I am more than happy to see a familiar face! And I see you didn't miss - your belly is as round as ever - so you didn't stop partying while I was away!" The two comrades laughed aloud and embraced each other. It was a long hug after a long absence from each other. But still, even the meeting with good old fellow Brag couldn't fully shake the strange feelings from the latest happenings from his soul. He got one of his looks, the one of being highly concentrated. "Oh oh," said Brag "ye must have been through a lot when ye look like that!". "I was away for a long time, friend! I got what we looked for - artefacts - plenty of ' em! But hey, I cannot make a sense of the last weeks dreams. Well, to be more precise: I still don't know which way to take! Druid or Dark? I have thought a lot in the last rainy weeks, but I came to no conclusion, you know why? I`ll tell you! thoughts are like water always in motion without any outline permanent creative whereever they go they return thoughts are like water sweep away everything wild foaming with rage they know no restriction won't tolerate any dam thoughts are like water peaceful resting in themself deep and clear let you look on the ground they are the mirror of yourself Ok, this may be poetic, but it's the truth! I am basically turning around myself, when I think of the future! There are lots of arguments for each side. Being a Dark means to have the pure power to destroy, being a Druid means life is fun! Well, I would always choose fun, of course, but it seems there are always two guys out there who are after us. And I don't like to get caught and stabbed. What do you think, Brag?". "Oh well, I decided to wait and see....". "Well, I came that far myself...until this very week! I had two dreams and when I had the first, I was sure I would go druidic - but the next night I had the other and now I am as far as I was before, which means I am basically nowhere with my decision. I would like to tell you those dreams, Brag. They were so real...may be I should stay neutral! What the heck, listen to me and the first dream: horizon it's like I could reach out for the stars everything so close but still so far so much </font> openness it's so clear and fresh so much harmony it's so complete it's like the ocean would take me to show me what's behind the horizon and I would ride on a wave high above the ground I can see everything I can feel all that is it's like I am extending to infinity so united I can't say what belongs to me and what not a gigantic organism so alive so in motion everywhere every part knows about the other it is neither warm nor cold I don't have a skin to feel that my arms are the earth, the water, the fire and the air itself So do you understand know....can you imagine how it is to be a Druid? It must be beautiful! And to complete the mess in my head here is the second dream: The Soulripping red eyes gazing after them tracking them within cold rays burning through them and their soul so thin is left opaque and black roaring voice calling after them rising very loud strong waves breaking through them and words they try to shout are stucking in their neck nightmares running through their mind sneaking to their core their faith leaving them behind and all that were before are turned into a wreck So what are we going to do know, Brag?" "Shun, nothing to worry about. We are going to have fun either way, how about that!"

Contact Shun, The Sonar at shun_sonar@yahoo.de

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