PLAYER 1 - 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

PLAYER 2 - 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 3 - Unknonw

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:





And now, we check to see if it is possible to get even more gold by adding
some text to this blurb. As a courtesy to my opponent, I will let you know
that I very much want to hire my next hero. As such, I need a nominal
amount of gold to afford him. I am sure you will enjoy this new hero as
much as I will.

And now for some words of wisdom from Wonda:
  What is yours is mine 
  What is yours is mine 
  What is yours is mine  
  What is yours is mine  
  What is yours is mine  
  What is yours is mine  
  What is yours is mine  

 Gimme
 Gimme
 Gimme


 Mine
 Anything I want
 Yours
 Somtething I haven't taken from you yet




 And even more efforts to squeeze out a little bit more gold. 
 With luck, this will be my last attempt. A stream of
consciousness collection of arbitry thoughts to place in a public
forum. 

 Now, to satisfy my vanity, please go to the top and
read it again. 

 I'm starting to get frustrated. 
 It does not appear that there
is any gold left to squeeze out of this blurb. 
 Just a handful of
gold pieces would be nice. 
 Not even two handfuls.
 The hero I want
is starting to doubt my guarantees that the requested sum is
forthcoming.  I would hate to have to kill him to prevent him from
offering his services elsewhere.  It would be much better for both
of us if he chose to stay. 

 The Future 




Contact Wonda at braunj@.ecse.rpi.edu

Contact Unknonw at braunj@ecse.rpi.edu

PLAYER 4 - No Wizard Name

   
   
   
   





 


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 No Wizard Name at martin_both@yahoo.com

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