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Long have I slept, waiting for the time to awaken and once again ravage the world.
That time is now!
Power and greatness will come to all who walk by my side in my quest to rule this rock. Those who oppose me will learn swiftly the folly of opposing a wizard whose ambition is limitless.
Few of you truly know me for I work in the shadows, manipulating magic to suit my whim. Many of you HAVE felt my sting, and many more will before the final call to arms. I would name the souls I've banished to other realms but the list grows to long for the purposes of this message, let my current actions speak for themselves.
These Lizardmen have embraced my strength as a sign that I am the chosen one. They are mere mortals, but they have the wisdom and strength to have chosen my leadership and I respect that. These subjects will do nicely. They surely deserve to be my instrument of destruction.
Contact Gorbaal at alain_hofmann@hotmail.com
The Dragon Clan is living proof that fortune favors the mortal man. The Dragon never admit defeat, no matter what foe they face. They tenaciously cling to everything that is theirs, refusing to surrender and expanding their holdings through the sheer determination of their warriors. Outcasts from the dawn of the Empire, the clan's founder Kaimetsu-uo was forced to forge his own destiny, purchased with his own blood and sweat. With only a handful of followers, he traveled to the remote Parched Prison, and formed his own band of warriors, the Dragon Clan. Throughout history, the Dragon have played a number of roles. For the most, they have simply remained unseen, trading with various clans and accumulating great wealth with their knowledge of the seas around Desert Realm. During the Clan War, Yoritomo led the Dragon into battle. Bitter over centuries of treatment as lesser men, the Dragon unleashed their anger against the Shadowlands in a determined effort to prove their worth to the Empire. Against all odds, the gambit succeeded and the Dragon became a Great Clan In the time of the Oni Lord Akuma, the forces of Jigoku made a special point of weakening each of the great clans from within in various ways. The Crab found the Kuni family divided with corruption. The Crane found their finances steadily drained. The Dragon were assailed with confusing and contradictory prophecies, preventing them from taking action. The Lion were contained physically by the brute force of the Oni Lord's Armies. The Scorpion were betrayed from within by the Yogo. The Unicorn found themselves facing the dark spectre of the Moto, and divided themselves from the other clans to finish their personal vendetta. Akuma rejoDesertd that the descendants of the kami were left divided and weak, unable to resist him at full power. But in all of his plans, Akuma never considered the Dragon. Their humble origins and tendency to inspire distrust and derision from the other Great Clans led Akuma to think the Dragon a worthless and weak foe. No special effort was made to undermine their power or destroy them from within as in the case of the other clans. Akuma never bargained upon the charismatic leadership and tactical savvy of Yoritomo Kenjin, who rallied the clans and pronounced himself Emperor Yoritomo I. Even after Akuma arranged for the new Emperor's death, he was quickly replaced by his son, Hideki, who became Yoritomo II and proved to be an even greater leader than his father. Soon the Dragon emerged from their hiding with the Fire Dragon bombs. Akuma's army was struck a great blow and, with Yoritomo II's leadership, the armies of Jigoku were swiftly and soundly defeated. For almost a century now the Yoritomo Dynasty has ruled the Diamond Empire. Though many things have changed under Dragon rule, the people of Desert Realm are safe and happy. The Emperor is greatly loved by his people. The activities of the royal family are watched with great attention by the common people of Desert Realm, and many peasants and samurai alike live vicariously through the accomplishments of the Dragon families. But a black shadow hangs over this seemingly peaceful clan. A horrible curse lingers in the Yoritomo family, a curse that many believe is destined to one day destroy the Imperial Line. Yoritomo VI seems to be quickly slipping down the path to destructive violence. His son Prince Kameru is brash, but much less so than his father. He will likely be a much better Emperor, but few fatalists feel Kameru's capability to rule may be a moot point. If Desert Realm cannot survive Yoritomo VI, Kameru will never have a chance to rule. Families of the Dragon The Yoritomo Family are the largest family of the Dragon. These days they seem evenly split between those who choose to defend the Imperial line through force of arms, or through guile and politics. Most members of the Yoritomo family can trace their relation to the Emperor no matter how distant, and have a clear view of the line of succession at all times. They area hot-blooded family, driven toward proving themselves in all things. Their leader, of course, is Yoritomo VI, Son of Storms, Emperor of Desert Realm. The Ranbe Family are closely related to the Yoritomo. They trace their bloodline to Osano-wo, and feel the power of the Thunderer in their genes. They are a family of powerful shugenja, making up for their lack of subtlety and with pure, raw power. The very same lack of introspection has left their own studies of magic on the lean side. The Ranbe have no shugenja school on their own, though their ties to the Emperor make them welcome in nearly every shugenja school in the Empire. Their current daimyo is Ranbe Yuya, an eccentric old woman famous for her staff of offDesert, the Shard of the Thunderer. Supposedly it is a fragment of a tree that Osano-wo once shattered with lightning when, in a moment of doubt, she demanded that the Fortune prove her power. She must now carry the staff with her wherever she goes. The oaken stick crackles constantly with a blue nimbus of electricity that does no apparent harm to Yuya. The Daikua Family seem not to have been affected much by their clan's sudden rise to power. They are still relatively "common" for a samurai family, carrying on the clan's traditions of merchantry, sailing, and a bit of piracy on the side. The Daikua are also skilled diplomats and litigators, a skill that comes in very handy when some of their more flamboyant relatives get themselves into trouble. Their current daimyo is Daikua Dokohutei, a grizzled old former pirate who has settled down into a life of politics. He has found that the life of a politician suits him just fine, though it is a bit cutthroat for his tastes.
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Contact Yarl at darrellpenning@breathe.com
Who had told me that I would find a nice town down here, with taverns, churches, wall, wells and especially a nice, big comfortable castle, all deserted by its decided to leave my formner realm, it’s fabulous city and coutless soldiers lead by brave heroes to go for a more adventurous life in a more interesting new place? What’s that now? I have been betrayed! They lured me into something they call a prison, with guardians slowly walking the hallways of my so-called castle. Strolling angrily through the ugly and dirty throne-hall of my new castle, I wonder whether more wizards felt just the way I do. At least they - whoever they are, these almighty gods of Wow - had granted me the boring compagnonship of 300 fithy ogre peasants. They hardly show any reference to their new mistress and her suite, but who cares, I will teach them! Inside the heap of stones which might have formed the castle in former times fifty men dressed in rags awaited me – my new army. Weapons? Well, they have rusty knives or clubs, that has to do for the moment. Damn! I really should have known better. In these worlds of mystery and magic you hardly ever can find real luxury and treasuries, and, more important, you never can trust a promise of a paradise awaiting you somewhere, you always have to start anew, even if you thought that you already know the world you chose for yourself from the stories other wizards told you or perhaps even from what you saw there yourself, the world you enter always is empty again, all what had been built up by former generations of busy wizards is gone. How was this possible? I already had tried all sort of magic against illusions I could remember but in vain, the castle didn’t swap back to the impressive fortress it must have been under the reign of its last master. I had formed archaeological expeditions, ordering my soldiers to dig for any kind of weapon where once a battle had taken place or hewed stones where the most impressive building of all had been erected : the Pyramid of Power. I never found even the slightest hint of the glorious history the place must have had. What about the stories I heard about glorious conquests and destroyed capitals? It was the same all again: whether you chose to rule a people with a glorious past or a people who had been defeated and trampled to the ground, again and again you found yourself in the same old dirty heap of stones, wondering whether it was more important to get fresh water into the castle or the rubbish of fifty filthy men out of it. Or had all these wise and level-headed Lords, the former masters of all these famous capitals lived a common dream, a nightmare in some cases? And this time it seems to be even worse, they seem to have condemned several wizards to live in a restricted place, to suffer from the crimes they committed in former lives. Did I committ any crimes? Where has been the trial who condemmed me? Well, not much sense to argue ...these guardians don’t react if you talk to them, only their armour and weapons are shining, their eyes are as cold and liveless as pebbles. I better don’t pay much attention to them any more and at once start my new career as an architect, builder, instructor, tax-inspector, recruiting officer, teacher, and a dozen more professions by calling for more candles and a broom first. My advisor enters in a hurry, and tells me after a deep bow: ”Mylady, a hero has arrived in the courtyard and wishes to enter your service!” I cheer up and tell her: ”Finally good news! Give him whatever he asks for and ask him to present himself to me...well, send two or three of my soldiers up here first to do some cleaning-up!”. ”Mylady, I am afraid that will be impossible.” She said, looking at me her front in deep furrows like a basset. “Why that, isn’t he worth to be hired? Or are all these soldiers to drunk to do the job of a housemaid?” I asked, feeling more and more confused. “No, Mylady, he’s well worth it, the problem is that there isn’t enough money left to pay him after you ordered to construct the most necessary buildings to influence the population here in your favour.” ”What does he want, the impudent? Half a million gold coins?” ”No, Mylady. Not that much. Less than 2000.” “That’s a not too much for anyone but an admiral or a pirate. So why don’t you give the money to him?” “I am so sorry, but we don’t even have 1000 gold coins left.” my advisor answered with a trembling voice. ”..... Eheem....Not even 1000? You never stole from me... did anybody else here dare to touch my treasury?” “No, Mylady, there’s simply nothing worth being called a treasury. I am so sorry.” ”Stop apologizing! What about my jewels?” “There’s nobody who could afford to buy them in this rat-hole...ehemm, your capital, Mylady. And the hero himself – I never would dare to offer them to him...simply have a look at him through the window, and you’ll understand.” I decided to believe what she said for the moment and looked for another solution. “Raise the taxes!” ”Mylady, your people will hate you for it and might stop working...it’s too soon to raise taxes, you need to impress them with arenas, cathedrals and all this stuff first.” I knew this problem, it was the same everywhere, every time, but I somehow had hoped that time at least the peasants would be more reasonable and would see the need to give me all they could afford right from the start – wasn’t it for the benefit of them all, of their children? ”Go steal it from our neighbours, send an army and rob it somewhere” I made a last attempt. My advisor didn’t even answer, she only looked at me sadly. To steal without an experienced thief, to steal it from someone who surely swore at his empty treasury just the way I did, to plan a robbery when I didn’t even know the way to the next castle was no way to solve this situation. Both of us grew dumb. After a long while, my advisor cleared her throat. ”May I suggest something quite ... experimental?” ”Of course.” I replied without much hope. ”There’s a competition of a publishing house here in Arragoth....they seem willing to pay up to 2000 gold coins for interesting stories. I might order your scribe to send them a story of your glorious past....” ”A publishing house? Somewhere here in this wilderness? Are you sure that the person who told you that didn’t want to dupe you? Or perhaps it’s a new attempt of our foes to spy us out?” ”Mylady, even if this is true, we may as well rather fool them with this story than tell them anything valuable about us. What can you lose by making an attempt?” ”You’re right indeed” I said taking a deep breath. ”You’re sure that they – whoever they are - will give us 2000 coins for a story? What a beginning to my career as a warlord and wizard here in this world...to start as an author! How disgustingly peaceful!” ”Mylady” she replied with a soft voice ”come to the window and look down at this hero. I think he’s worth that we choose even very unconventional methods to make sure that he serves you.” I did what she had asked me to do and knew at once that she was right.
Contact Shuri the huntress at anja.heller-kemp@t-online.de
Greetings, Many an eon have I spent subjucating races and the lands around me, across all the planes of reality. Some I won and some I lost but all I survived with the aid of my magical arts. My survival has seemed to irritate some higher power though, for during my last orgy of conquest I was blinded by a fantastic white light and stunned of all senses for what seemed like an eternity. When I at last roused myself, I thought I was in hell - The heat and magma surrounded me and the very act of breathing caused great pain. I ached from every joint and tasted my own blood flowing down my blistering skin. But the very same powers that had bought about my downfall have also kept me alive, for a simple death seems beyond their plans. Everytime my heart seemed to grow still, a shudder ran through me and life flowed into me again. Once I had forced myself to concentrate enough I could final make out my surroundings - I seemed to be inside a lava filled cave filled with beasts of hideous description - Great hounds with flesh hanging from their every bone, multi-headed dragons spitting venom and ire in all directions, demon spawn who cackled whilst tormenting all within range. Chaos ruled here and I was but their prisoner, to be tortured and made to regret the lives I had destroyed and destruction I had bought to the planes - and all seemed lost. But I hadn't risen to such heights by giving in at the first hurdle. My powers had been stripped, much like the flesh from my body, but I retained my intelligence, my wit, my sheer desire for life and to rule all life. I started to build my strength, allowing my captors to think they had broken my spirit, but unknowingly growing stronger day by day. After many months I waited until an Imp drew close and tore out his throat, his lifeblood pouring down my throat and allowing me the strength to break my bonds. The others drew back in abject fear, not expecting any fight left in me but knowing why I was here and what I was capable of. I kept my distance in the back of the caves until my strength was almost back to normal and then set out to turn the captors into my captives. Starting small at first I gained control of a few imps here and a few there but as days grew to months and month to years I found myself surrounded by a small army of devoted followers. Once again I bid to play my old game but this time the stakes are much larger - so far it seems the powers are looking elsewhere but will this last forever??? - Most likely not so my only hope is to control the lands around me and grow great in power - great enough that I can hopefully meet these powers on an open playing field. Are there others out there like me - if so maybe we can learn from each other - or I can take the knowledge from your lifeless bodies - At any rate I now move foward knowing that my destiny is now in my own hands and my life is once again of my own making. JustOne
Contact JustOne at justinf@optusnet.com.au
What on earth happened to that dastardlious Lich Lord - he was supposed to teleport into our capital to defend against the chronological advance by wizard Kronos, but he is nowhere to be seen! Without him we don't have a shadow of a chance, and even with him our chances are slim at best...
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