PLAYER 1 - Shadowmage

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Contact Shadowmage at knyght_shadows@yahoo.com

PLAYER 2 - Sirikul

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Contact Sirikul at valkrob@mozart.inet.co.th

PLAYER 3 - Hazaar

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Contact Hazaar at henson111@msn.com

PLAYER 4 - Draconis

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Contact Draconis at rogerbeaty@tiscali.co.uk

PLAYER 5 - Ordo Equester

Extract from the memoirs of Ordo Equester, Lord of the
Wood Elves of Fallen Forest, as scribed by his obedient servant
Penisthetool,
first to find his master on the blessed day of the fires in the sky....





 





"The sensation is strange indeed, to know that once you were all
powerful, even to challenging the son of a god. And yet, as I, Ordo
Equester, sit in this cold garret, atop this measly apology for a castle,
my memories are scattered as fragments of a crystal carelessly dropped to a
stone floor. A curse on that analogy, for the clearest memory of all is of
that crowning moment to years of effort, ah but that is for later.






This dictation may once again kindle the flame of ambition that once burned
so bright.






The Plainsmen of Grinola had bent to my every word, and built their meagre
town to be the greatest city on the Isles of Arragoth. They witnessed the
ease with which my alliance with Thurban II and Warduke had rid the world
of charlatans like Ra and Darkstar, mere dabblers in the
magic arts.






Yes, they felt the fear as the Temple of Darkness rose alongside the Royal
Court, and the wonder as the Pyramid of Power grew to dwarf all other
building in the city. They shuddered in anticipation of their pain, as the
Sacrificial Altar was completed, and the dark shadow claimed the first of
its many victims.






But for all that, they rejoiced in the victories that my armies brought,
and the entertainers that roved the kingdom with tales of those victories,
and of the exploits of the dozens of heroes, from the conquest of enchanted
places to the mighty feats of arms and magic."





 





My master pauses for breath, and I see again the deep lines of exhaustion
that scarred his naked frame, the day he appeared as a ghostly form before
my eyes, slowly gaining depth until his body crashed to the ground, very
nearly into the fire burning in the great hearth!.






I am rewarded for caring for him, with the task of writing the prologue to
his new life, here amongst the High Elves. If it pleases him, I may be
allowed to chronicle his life.






"Pen!. You daydream whilst your master speaks. have a care that I do
not sever your head from your shoulders, so that it can dream all it likes
in the latrine.






Now, as I was saying. Ah yes, the mighty feats of arms and magic. That was
the culmination of my power, and I gave them the chance to watch as the
image of Darkstar's city of Bulls Canyon shimmered in the air above the
market square. They saw the raw energy rise from the Pyramid of Power, and
counting as one counts the seconds between the lightning and the peel of
thunder, they fell silent as the Armageddon spell descended and as one they
turned from the brilliance of the light as it struck home. One by one they
gasped, as the picture slowly reformed, and they beheld the desolation and
carnage that I had wrought in the name of darkness.






I pronounced there and then that I would refine the spell further, and they
could watch in similar fashion as I eradicated the Son of Arragoth from the
Isles, his shambling legions and all.






Maybe I had expected cheers of delight, but their utter silence was reward
enough, and as they shuffled off to the taverns and inns to contemplate
what they seen amongst their infernal chatter, I began to research ways to
improve the spell.






It was not as hard as I had imagined, a larger gem would increase the power
of the spell, and I sent couriers across the Isles to find the perfect
stone for my jewellers to cut into the precise shape required to focus the
energy.






Soon the day dawned, and the plainsmen gathered, with emissaries from all
the lands arriving to witness the freeing of the Isles from the threat of a
godly awakening.






Standing atop the Pyramid of Power, I began the chant, and directed all my
thoughts into the crystal in my hands. Its subtle vibrations grew as the
energy was drawn from the very ether, and the colours of the rainbow danced
within the crystal.






Down below, in the market square, thousands stood open mouthed at the
spectacle before them. The image of the resting place of the godling hung
in the air, and many knew that his slumbers would be made permanent, as
their trust (or was it fear?) in their tyrant was absolute.






As the last words of the forgotten tongue left my lips, the throbbing of
the crystal became so intense that the very earth vibrated.






It was then that I saw my folly.






Not noticed in all the preparation, neither by the craftsmen who cut it,
nor myself as I inspected it; I could now see a distortion in
the reflections of light within the crystal facets, and instead of
channelling the energy into a synchronous beam that would emit from the
pyramidic tip of the gem, the living power had found another exit.






Looking fleetingly at the gathered multitudes, I felt a pang of compassion,
for their fate was sealed and they knew nothing of it,
fixed as they were on the image hung before them.






Quickly, I mumbled the words of the Dimensional Shift spell, and felt
myself begin to dematerialise, even as the crystal fell to the
stone at my feet. In the last moments of my existence on the Isles, the
faces of the unfortunate few who saw my going grew taught with horror and
confusion. Even as the last of my being was fading, I felt the awesome
heat, so hot as to feel ice-cold, and the mist that grew with the
vapourisation of every living thing and construction that stood in the
region of Grinola.






When I woke, the scars that the spell had wrought on my mortal form were
dressed in the softest of linen, and I found that I was
in this Wood Elven city of Fallen Forest. City hardly begins to describe
the collection of rag tag buildings amassed over the centuries or millennia
of the Elven supremacy, and decayed by the exposure to the swamp gasses and
infernal flies.






I can see opportunity lying before me. my ambition a bauble to entice and
inspire the Wood Elves. Once again I shall research the
magics, and maybe this time I shall harness the elements and flora instead
of the darkness... we shall see."






The way my master leapt from the chair caught me by surprise, and he strode
from the room as though rejunvenated.. maybe my medicines
are more effective than I thought, but still. the tale I have written down
suggests a glorious future for my fellow Wood Elves, if we live to see it.


 



I wonder what I shall write in the next chapter?



 
A recent painting of our Lord Ordo
by the celebrated Vince N Tancough

Contact Ordo Equester at darrell.lias@tiscali.co.uk

PLAYER 6 - Mitsushi

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"What the hiss happened?" Asked the Great Komodo Rex. "We really did get the
last slice of this world."
His turquoise skin looked magnificent beneath the magenta robes.
Tapping an index claw on the royal Obsidian couch he surveyed the map of
this barren region of the Astral plain.
"Get the breeders prepared we are going to need thousands of  hatchlings if
we are going to expand from here throughout the triple realms."
"Vice- Commander Therl'og come and describe your  findings about the other
inhabitants of this world
"Warm blooded pinko's seem to have loads of  wealthy cities and lush shires
spread liberally about." Replied V-C Therl'og
"Ug, I hate their soft skin and the way their eyelids move vertically
instead of horizontally."
"Yes Oh majestic ruler. And complete lack of tails is ridiculous."
"But you really have to feel sorry for any creature with a dong less than a
foot long"
The two lizards rose to there full seven foot and walked to the octagonal
window overlooking the massive urban sprawl of ****. Far below them around
the curved and twisting streets hundreds of  lizardmen could be seen
building the first of the new generation of buildings that would mark the
start of  this great adventure. The gigantic beasts of burden that were the
last remnants of the Dinosaurs that earlier important group of reptiles were
bringing in the stone and wood. I made the lizard feel good to know that
they had now outstripped those giants of old. There were also various
warmbloods being moved around in tightly controlled groups, slaves for the
gem and iron mines or food for the young when they got too old or week to
work.
There was out of the corner of his eye Komodo noticed a slight movement
against a sandy coloured wall. When he looked over nothing could be seen but
he knew what had caused that brief shimmer. A young chameleon was practising
his skills. It would be some time before his band of camouflaged assassins
were fully grown and at the height of their skills but when that day came
then the enemies hero's would spend their short lives pocking sticks into
every shadow before they dared cross the road.
It had taken five years to get the inner families to allow him to lead an
explanatory force though a door to a new world and he had not fallen lucky
with the first site. But he would prevail over all.
To a apes eye the dress of these majestic creatures was a mess of
conflicting colours with no subtly, this is because the apes tongue could
not taste the subtle interplay of taste and smells that make up the real
regalia that showed rank in the

The lizardmen are not a race that I would ever have picked nor would I have
looked at an Astral start. . But when there is a position available you just
have to go for it. This means that I will have to work in a new way so all
the old sloppy confidence is out and into a bright new era of conquest. I am
looking forward to meeting and talking to the rest of you before quietly
devouring your worthless warm-blooded carcasses.