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Writer: Vivienne
Date Sun Nov 1 03:00:54 1998
To all
Subject The great Rift
On this all Hallow's Eve a great evil arose, a evil like this world has
never known and we pray to our Gods never will again. A great rift opened
in the forest and from it came the most vile creatures. But that was not
the worst of this rift. It took no sides it was not good nor evil. It's
misson was simple, to destory our world. It attacked our magic first,
removing the spells bless, sanctuary, healing, giant strength pass door, fly
and armor. A list of items was compiled in hopes that their combination
would mend this rift. The items were gathered through the effort of of our
entire civilization and placed into the rift. 13 shrunken heads were
required. A shaman can not release his heads so the mighty Shaman, Tsi
sacrificed his life into the unknown and stepped into the rift in order to
complete the item list. Still the rift did not close. The Grand Mistress
of Magic poured over her scrolls and books to find the final remaining
ingrediant The heart of a pure and good man, the heart of a Paladin.
Bravely, Gunnar Draugrbane, Captain of the Crown stepped forth He would give
his life to save our world. An arch enemy, Diamante slain him and the
Paladin Muse Liefendahl Squire of Kuldan placed his heart into the rift.
Slowly the rift faded and in it's place grew a lovely tree.
And so it is written in our History books...
Writer: Bakaris
Date Tue Nov 17 01:01:35 1998
To all
Subject A Prayer to My Lord Raije.
Lord Raije, most powerful and glorious of the Lessor Gods...
For 7 weeks I have called upon the many clans of the lands to do battle.
There have been some glorius battles. I present the current standings to
you for your review.
Malice 21-0 Valor 17-4 Shalonesti 17-4 Wargar 13-8 Eclipse 11-10 Knighthood
11-10 Armada 6-15 Conclave 5-16 Pirates 2-19 Slayers 2-19
2 matches that may intrest you Lord, are the Wargar vs Eclipse in which the
#4 playoff spot will be up for grabs if Wargar doesnt show well. Also,
Malice takes thier unbeaten record against the mighty Elves of Shalonesti.
And for your humor, m'lord, if you do enjoy that sort of thing, The Slayers
will fight the Pirates to see who will be names Algoron's worst fighting
clan of this year.
May you bless me and all who do battle in your name.
(ooc: next week, levels 15, 38, and 51)
Writer: Scorn
Date Fri Nov 20 15:19:15 1998
To all
Subject The Arrival (part 1)
From beyond the realms of the physical, they observed. Since time began
they would send their minds through the ether, reporting everything to their
masters. But now, a new command. Their Lord, communication without words,
a silent acquiescence of all of their order. They knew the risks, but as
they prepared to depart, they felt their souls singing in the pure
anticipatory joy of the moment. Stepping through the planes, they arrived .
And saw the world with their own eyes for the first time in all their
millennia.
Writer: Scorn
Date Thu Nov 26 10:53:52 1998
To all
Subject The Arrival (Part II)
The farmer sat near the fire, enjoying its warmth all the more for the heavy
storm raging outside his cabin. Half dozing, he watched the angry flickers of
lightning lick across the sky, with the familiar reverberations following.
Then, something which widened his eyes. In the sky, wreathed in lightning,
it fell like a stone into his fields and upon impact flared like the sun so
that the small valley was lit up as if noon. Pulling on a coat, and grabbing
a lantern, the farmer stumbled out of his cabin towards the now extinguished
object. Through the splotches of red before his eyes he made out something,
barely moving in a smoldering crater of earth. Still half blind, he made his
way down the crater, through a cloud of soft white feathers, to examine the
figure before him.
Later, in the cabin, he ventured, through his awe, to ask the question which
had been on his lips since the first. Eyes dull, the reply was barely audible.
"Forsaken, cast down"
Writer: Scorn
Date Wed Dec 9 00:00:08 1998
To all
Subject Is it true?
Two men sat by the bar. One was wide eyed and shaking and he had his
friends full attention.
"I'm telling you Zakarul, it happened!" Spoke the shaking man.
"Well I think you have been drinking too much liquors to know what your name
is. Just calm down and drink some harvest ale with me and soon enough
you'll forgot you ever thought you saw whatever it is you claimed to have
seen" said Zakarul
The shaking man responded, this time louder.
"DAMNIT! I have not had a drink at all this night and what I saw I know is true!
I was speaking with her, an elven lady, she was trembling and I bent down to
see what was the matter. She glared into my eyes, he eyes piercing my very
soul. She knew my thoughts, she knew my secrets, she knew everything about
me! yet she was as scared as anyone I had ever seen. She knew what I was to
say before I said it. And then she dispeared before my eyes. She wore a blue
locket. I admit, I was frightened and I ran away. I was at least 2 blocks
from her and the locket appeared in my hands from out of nowhere. I have known
many mages but I have never seen powers such as this."
Zakarul laughed. "Nonsense! And to be frank your wild story is boring
and lacks imagination. We've all heard about the great war where mortals
carried powers of the Gods. But even if you beleive those stories, then
you know that their powers were taken away. Have some ale lad, take
your mind off of this nonsense."
"Perhaps" responded the shaking man. "It must be my imagination."
He clasped on to his newly given blue locket and tried to forget that
nights events.
Writer: Scorn
Date Tue Dec 15 21:00:54 1998
To all
Subject The Arrival (Part III)
The kender child skipped along the road through the forest to Balifor.
What fun she'd had today! Her first trip to the city of Arkane! She'd
wandered the streets, visited the stores, and found so many bright and
interesting things she'd been forced to drop a few of them in the street.
Bars, Knights, Red robed wizards, Sailors, Ogres, Elves, and even those cute
horned Minotaurs! Eventually, she'd been thrown out of the city by some
grumpy guard. "Oh well", she thought, suppressing a giggle. "I'll sneak
back in tomorrow!" . Then she gave up and giggled out loud anyway. What
was this? Someone up ahead!
"Oh hello there mister black robe. I don't think I met anyone like you
today ...."
She awoke only once more. Lying on her back, through the red have of pain,
she made out a black robed figure standing over her, and the sounds of
something soft and wet. In some distant part of her mind she understood
that the sounds were her own ...
He howled. Brought here by puerile, yet effective magicks, his journey had
not been a pleasant one. And now, he hungered. A small corpse lay beside
him. Cold, long dead, and distasteful.;
The pungent smell of fear, mixed with that of fresh, warm meat wafted across
the room, alerting his attention to a black-robed figure watching him
anxiously.
No one heard the short, hoarse scream.
Hunger sated, he made his way from the tower. He was loose, and the world,
in its ignorance, slept untroubled through the night.
Writer: Scorn
Date Sun Jan 10 21:44:01 1999
To all
Subject Fw: please post in history spool
| -----Original Message-----
| From: Grokle
| To: scorn
| Subject: please post in history spool
| Date: Sun Jan 10 01:53:14 1999
Little Rindo was doing his daily chore, digging through the rubbage in
the dump trying to scrounge something of value so his family might eat
again. The day dragged on and nothing of any real value could be found so
he decided to head to the sewers. As he stepped off the mound he was on,
his feet splashed into a small but growing puddle. This suprised young
Rindo, since it hadn't rained in many days and nothing liquid had spilled
that he knew of. Upon closer examination, it appeared to be water. But
where was it coming from. The only thing he could see was the trash and the
statues of the goblin and althainian soldiers locked in battle. Wait...
The statues? Rumor had it that they were actually frozen soldiers, cursed
to a life of inanimation by a god unknown to this realm. He decied to look
closer. The nearest one was of a goblin, axe raised high and a sword
protruding from his chest. Sure enough, the water was dripping from his
nose and seemed to be running down his body. Closer yet, the young lad
looked. Just then the statue's eyes blinked. A single tear welled up in
one of them and ran down his cheek. Then the water dripping off of the
sword wound in the goblins abdomen turned red. A cracking sound started
making itself known. Soon all you could hear was cracking noises. The flow
of water became more and more. Rindo panicked and fled to his family. The
whole way, he screamed over and over, "The rumors are true, the statues are
melting... HEEELLLPPPP! "
Writer: Scorn
Date Wed Feb 10 03:18:35 1999
To Nordmaar all
Subject The Death of a King
(ooc: sometimes role-play turns out UGLY but we have to make the best
of it anyway)
Quickly the black figure ducked in and out of the shadows of Nordmaar.
He saw the symbol of the black rose upon the taverns door. Thats when he
saw his target. She had red hair, pale skin with green eyes. She wore
a purple sash and a tarten kilt of the clan MacCallum. Upon her head
was a jeweled crown worth many jewelled eggs. He walked up to the door
as casually as the next customer. At a table with Queen Moira, Queen
of Nordmaar, were several Celtic men, two of which were fighting.
That distraction was good enough for the bandit to make his move. With a
small club he clobbered Moira over the head, picked her upon his large
shoulders and carried her off.
They got as far as the Sea Mage before being slayed by Maelduin MacAllen.
The queen was rescued but who had done this? As the Celtic kingdom
issued their rage they were eventually arguing with many Yinn. Words
were slung as dishonor was brought to Queen Moira by Ryshana, a yinn
from the dark knights of Eclipse. King Cathal MacCallum challenged
Ryshana repeatedly, but Ryshana rejected looking for less expericanced
prey to duel. Wryllish of Eclipse stepped in his place and they dueled.
The battle was quick as one was quickly defeated.
Nadrik was pleased. Death by am honorable duel no matter the loss is
a good way to die. Nadrik knew that Raije got more pleasure out of the
duel than anyone. But yet the news must be told. Sir Valis MacGregor
appeared before Nadrik. Nadrik told him of two events, the death of
Cathal MacCallum and that the queen Moira had Cathal's child within
her. Valis swore an oath to protect the unborn child and the Queen.
Without the heir, the kingdom could be thrust into the clan wars that
destroyed them before.
Mencius smiled with delight. Things were about to get interesting.
Writer: Scorn
Date Fri Mar 5 10:16:56 1999
To all
Subject Fw: Please post in the history spool
| -----Original Message-----
| From: Grokle
| To: Scorn
| Subject: Please post in the history spool
| Date: Mon Feb 22 21:45:35 1999
The ground started off soaked in water. Then the first sound of metal on
metal began, The warcrys shouted as if starting in mid yell. Screams of
pain and rage filled the air. The statues have thawed. At the sewer
entrance the Althainian's mount a valiant defense but are forced to retreat
deeper into the city, for the goblins are way to many. Many fall on both
sides. It is impossible to tell just how many. At the East gate, New
Thalos crashes through, met by a legion of pikemen. Both sides tear into
one another in a clash that defied the ears and eyes. For many years, these
forces have waited, but to them, this has been going on for days. The
battle subsides, all sides withdraw and regroup. Their commanders report to
their kings. New Thalos is a bit shocked by the fact that it has a new
king, but they recover quickly. Now it is dusk, The wounded are treated,
the plans are made. What will tomorrow bring?
Writer: Scorn
Date Fri Mar 5 10:17:07 1999
To all
Subject Fw: Please post in the history spool
| -----Original Message-----
| From: Grokle
| To: Scorn
| Subject: Please post in the history spool
| Date: Wed Feb 24 10:28:18 1999
No clashes of steel on steel this morning. No screams of rage and pain,
except maybe in the healers tents. Early in the morning, the leaders met.
It would appear that a war started years ago held little meaning anymore and
a cease fire was issued. All forces withdrew. The goblins and the New
Thalosians all headed to their respective kingdoms. A peace filtered
through the tired, yet jubilant forces, then a sorrow at seeing all that had
fallen in such a needless battle. Then compounded sorrow. For word reaches
everyone at the news. The transport ship, carrying troops to Arkane had
been sunk. All aboard are assumed dead. All that is but one man. His name
is Culain. He was picked up by the undauntable and speeded to safety. The
pirates opted not to give chase so they might attempt to salvage any loot
abourd the sinking ship. Unfortunately for them, they were too late as
well. A feat started many years before, catastrophic in its losses and
painful to all who beheld it, had finally come to an end. What will the
future hold? How will nations recover from a treachury almost forgotten and
then thrust back into the faces of a world that had known peace?
Time will tell... time will tell.
Writer: Scorn
Date Sat Mar 27 01:00:49 1999
To all
Subject [Althainian Times] Dae'tok invades Southern Icewall
Day of the Bull, 15th the Month of Futility.
Dae'tok invades southern Icewall, battles highland regiment.
After a week of Naval warfare between the Yinn Dae'tok kingdom and
the Nordmaar fleet, the Dae'tok transports docked at south icewall
this morning. Yinn soldiers and members of the Dae'tok Royal guard
flooded the area. They were met with resistance by Ganth regulars who
defeated the scattered yinn on the west coast in small skirmashes.
The bigger battle, which the highlanders have dubbed "the battle of
mutt bay", was one of the bloodiest in recent history. The yinn soldiers
were unstopable driving through the Nordmaar troops all of th way
north into thier highlands. The dae'tok royal guards invaded nordmaar
before being driven out by the Nordmaar 1st regiment, led by 2nd
lieutenant and knight Ultan Wallace. Casulaties on both sides were
extreme. Such prominant leaders such as the Dae'tok Vice Admiral of the
their navy and 4 Nordmaar Clan leaders died in todays battles.
The Macgregor, Gunn, Wallace, and Macleod elders were all massacred.
The mutt bay battle lasted 2 days with the Yinn eventually fleeing.
Will the war just esculate or did the highlanders of Nordmaar deter
history repeating itself with another world invasion by the Yinn.
Only time will tell.
Jezeraely Swashblade, reporter the the Althainian Times.
Writer: Scorn
Date Sat Mar 27 01:06:29 1999
To all
Subject [The New Thalos Herald]
Althainia troops rallied to help Nordmaar to a decisive but costly victory over
Dae'tok. The casulties were very heavy, but Dae'tok offered Nordmaar
an offical cease fire after the battle. Results of that conversation
have not been released.
New Thalos officials have yet to comment on the situation.
Writer: Scorn
Date Mon May 3 19:54:22 1999
To all
Subject The Birth (Part 1)
Sleeping peacefully in her bed, Christel woke to the echoes of a
melodious voice. The musical voice ran in her ears, urging her to wake
gently. Christel sat up, pulling her covers about her shoulders against the
cold night's air, and saw a woman standing at the foot of her bed. Her skin
is pale, almost like ivory, and her hair is jet black. It cascades gently
down her back, like a frame for her perfect figure. She is dressed entirely
in black, making it seem like she is part of the shadows themselves. Most
striking were her eyes, black as night, without any other color.
Christel was momentarily startled to find a strange woman in her room, but
as her mind followed her body to wakefulness, she realized that this
creature could only be Drakkara or one of Drakkara's servants. Rubbing her
eyes and holding her breath, she waited for the wondrous being to speak.
"Do not be alarmed, child." She said softly, her voice filling Christel's
ears like a sweet melody.
Christel's hand found the white dragon doll that had gotten buried in her
covers and clutched it in her hands. "Why are you here? Is my father
well??" She whispered, worried.
"Your father is not why I am here, child. Your help is needed. Many people
live full lifetimes wondering how to best serve their Goddess, now I am
granting you the chance."
An old conversation floated into Christel's head at the woman's words, and
she worried over Magess Granuk, who's words had been "Seek Death." Christel
didn't want anything to do with death. Taking a deep breath, she said
"Where are we going? I should probably tell my mom so she doesn't worry..
I'm not going to get in trouble, am I? Mom doesn't like it when I get in
trouble.."
"Your mother will never know you have gone, for where we travel, time has
stopped. Prepare yourself child. You are about to witness something a
mortal has NEVER seen before." As she spoke, the room around Christel spun
into darkness, and suddenly she found herself standing alone on a dirt road,
surrounded by a forest. In the distance, an eerie light shone in the woods.
Chewing on the inside of her cheek, Christel considered her situation,
staring at the light. Shrugging lightly, Christel skipped off down the
road, towards the light. Since her escort had disappeared and there was
nothing better to do, she thought inspecting the light might be a good idea.
Distracted easily, the walk took a while, as she stopped frequently to
inspect the foliage along the edge of the road.
Walking into the light, Christel saw a woman, more beautiful than the one
who had brought her here. Beyond her power to describe, Christel could only
look at the woman in awe. Absently, she noticed that the woman was lying in
a pool of blood, her stomach was swollen with child, but there was no
indication that the woman was in pain.
"Come closer, child. You have been blessed." The woman beckoned
gracefully.
"Why am I here?" Christel asked curiously, her eyes never leaving the
woman's face.
Writer: Scorn
Date Mon May 3 20:07:57 1999
To all
Subject The Birth (part 2)
"You are about to learn more than a child your age should know, child.
You are about to bear witness to something no mortal has ever seen.
However, I am weak when I walk upon this plane. I require your strength to
deliver this baby. And you must give it to me freely. Do so and Drakkara
will bless you for all eternity.
"How do I know this isn't a trick?" She asked skeptically, chewing on her
lip.
"You serve Drakkara as a follower of faith, do you not? Prove your faith
now and know that it is not a trick. Drakkara needs your help and She needs
it now."
Something in the woman's eyes convinced Christel and she squirmed
momentarily, uncomfortable with the idea that a Goddess would need her help.
"Ok.. What do I have to do?" Christel asked, twirling a strand of hair
around her finger and chewing on the end.
"Give yourself to me, freely. Allow me to use your strength, child. It
will be returned in a greater way than you can imagine. Do this now, time
is running short."
Coming closer to the woman, Christel reaches her hand out to touch her. "My
strength is your strength. My faith will sustain you.." She closed her
eyes and screwed up her face, expecting a great deal of pain. Agony filled
her immediately, draining all of her strength. Holy powers and thoughts
dwindled into blackness as Christel passed out for a few seconds. Weak,
lying on the ground, Christel woke to see something she would never forget.
From the woman bled darkness. It twisted shape and form many times as
Christel watched. It seemed at first a fanged dragon, a black copy of the
white she'd known. Then it became a demon, hideous to behold. It shifted
again, into a vampire and finally dwindled into the form of a child.
Christel's ears began to bleed as a loud cackle surrounded her, coming from
the woman who had brought here to this place. The woman's form twisted
itself into that of a demon as Christel watched, and then it grabbed up the
child in its talons and flew away. The woman who had just given birth was
now alone in the clearing with Christel. Her form becomes perfect, no sign
of birthing upon her. With awe, Christel realizes that this woman must be
Drakkara and she just witnessed the birth of a new God. Wiping tears of
pain from her eyes, she could only lay there and stare.
Drakkara looked down upon her young servant and smiled warmly. The
agonizing pain left her as the smile caressed her soul. "On this plane, I
am weak. The child was born here so that the other gods might not know.
You must have a million questions for me, but I will tell you only this.
The child is Mine and Necrucifer's. He will help Us tip the scales of
Darkness into this world. You have helped me and served Me well."
Still confused, Christel whispered, "But.. Why me? My dad isn't Highlord
any more, what am I supposed to do? I'm just a little girl, no one listens
to me.."
Smiling again, Drakkara dispelled Christel's fears. "Why you? Are you not
a follower of faith to me?"
"Of course!" Christel exclaimed, embarrassed that she should be doubted.
"Then I called upon you because perhaps there is something I needed from you
that others followers may not have given. I had as much faith in you as you
did in Me."
Blushing, Christel looked down at the ground. She whispered, "I'll try my
bestest to be as faithful and as good a follower to You as dad is.."
"You will soon have power far beyond your father's. You are blessed by Me
and soon you will realize this. May your dreams become a reality, child. I
will be leaving you now, but be assured, I will be watching and protecting
you as you just protected Me and My child."
"Now that the baby is born.. Do I have to keep it a secret or can I tell
dad what happened? And mom?
"Tell only those who share your heart. Do not tell those who might be your
enemies."
Her mind bubbling with questions, Christel suddenly found herself once more
sitting up in her bed, staring at the foot of it, which now stood empty.
"Does the baby have a name? Is it a boy? How come it didn't look as pretty
as you? Am I like.. Its godmother now? I think I'm to little to be a
godmother, do you think?" She blurted out. Blushing in sudden
embarrassment, Christel clasped her hands over her mouth and looked around
the room, wondering if it had all be a dream.
A dark spot on her wall caught Christel's attention. Looking closely, she
saw that it was a name, written in blood.
MALACHIVE
Writer: Scorn
Date Sat May 22 17:39:04 1999
To all
Subject The Abduction of a God.
A young man with long, braided brown hair paced the surface of the white
moon. A look of anxiety was carved into his face. Then a voice came from
behind him.
"Do not look so worried Austinian. My balanx will complete his mission.
Remember if it were not for Austanis, we would have never known of the birth
of Malachive."
Austinian smiled as he turned around to see a man with a white beard dressed
in long red robes.
"Brother Kwainin, your balanx may be undetectable to mortals, but do you
honestly think that he can walk right into Drakkara's front yard and swipe
her child away from her? " Austinian said with rising worry.
"What makes you think she's on the dark moon now, brother?" Replied
Kwainin.
Austinian raised an eye and looked at Kwainin. With a surprised and almost
humorous tone he asked, "What did you do?"
Kwainin smiled.
"Tell me Kwainin, I must know! Did you seduce her?" Asked Austinian.
Kwainin laughed. "No brother, I would never dream of such a thing. I had
Raije and Cliath stage a massive battle with one another in which they got
moon dust all over her. Being so concerned with her appearance, she quickly
left to Celestia to make herself perfect again."
Austinian chuckled. "What a perfect plan. But how long do you expect her
to stay in Celestia before coming back to where he r power is most strong?"
"It matters not, for here comes Austanis now" Kwainin points into space
where the blue skinned balanx is flying down.
Austanis glides down into the moons surface holding a child that changed
forms almost every second. First a human, then an ogre, next a dragon, a
snarling vampire, a demon, and then a human one again. Austanis drops to
one knee to Kwainin awaiting permission to stand.
"You have done well Austanis" stated Kwainin.
"Indeed!" Proclaims Austinian.
"'Twas not an easy task my lord" replies Austanis. " The child's own power
grows with each moment. Twice I was forced to battle its powers and twice I
barely lived. If this child is to be destroyed, we must do so now. Shall I
take him to Algoron to be terminated?"
"Terminated?" Asked Austinian. "Kwainin you never said anything about
killing the child."
Kwainin shrugged and spoke. "Why else did you think we stole this child
brother? With him alive the balance will be swayed into the side of evil.
We have no choice."
Austinian sighed heavily.
Kwainin turned to Austanis. "Quickly take Malachive to Algoron and
terminate him. All Gods are mortal on that plane and you should have little
problem disposing of him."
Austanis bowed and grabbed Malachive and flew towards Algoron.
Kwainin looked at Austinian's distressed look. "I know you disapprove
brother, but you know we haven't a choice."
Austinian glared at Kwainin. "And what if that were my child? Would you
dispose of him too to maintain balance?"
"Indeed, brother." Kwainin replied. "I will be off now for I have many
matters to return to. Peace be with you brother."
With a flash of gray light, Kwainin disappeared from the planets moon.
"Kantilles, are you here?" Spoke Austinian.
"I am, as usual father" answered a voice.
Standing before Austinian was a good-looking young man. He stood tall and
proud and seemed to have a pleasant smile on his face. He wore robes of
white that flowed in the light breeze that was the white moons gravitational
pull.
"Father, are you thinking what I am? That this child can be raised as good
on the planets surface where his powers are surpressed?" Asked Kantilles.
"I am, my son. Do what you must to save that child. Your sister Kadiya
will assist you." Order Austinian.
Kantilles bowed and disappeared. Austinian stared at Algoron, a ripe blue
planet in which he had hand in creating.
Austinian muttered "If only the high God himself could see what a mess we
have made ourselves down there. I suspect he would have a good laugh. I
cannot let a child die before giving it the chance to grow up good. This
shall be my greatest challenge. It may seem easy compared to dealing to
Kwainin when he finds out of my interference." Austinian sighed and then
smiled. Within an instant, the white moon was empty.
Writer: Scorn
Date Thu Jul 22 08:41:49 1999
To all
Subject Intersection of Ley lines
After several weeks of hard travel through rough wilderness the old man
arrives at a small valley, encircled by low-lying hills, with a towering
snow-girdled mountain dominating the landscape to its north. Near the
center of the valley is a gently sloping circular mound, and the sight of
this small hill with the volcano smoking in the background hits him like a
flash of memory, though he's never been near here. He walks up the mound,
looking in fascination at the ancient and now ruined stone monuments left by
some long dead followers of the currents. This mound is covered with
ancient works of stone, some so weathered as to make their age unfathomable.
Some of the stone monuments encircle the cap of the hill like a crown, like
giants caught dancing in some arcane celebration and turned instantly to
stone. Clearly some culture ancient beyond reckoning was aware of the
conflux of lines of power and built here at the focus, but their temples are
ruined now, a tangle of stolid stone blocks and slabs. He takes some time
to study the jumble of rocks that once formed a temple near the hilltop,
then begins to attempt to reassemble it. By nightfall his brittle back
aches and his fingernails are split and bleeding, but a short section of the
ancient temple wall stands again after thousands of years. On the second
day he continues at this labor, but around midday another walks up the hill,
a tall dark man with the same purposeful stride. The newcomer takes some
time to examine the setting then also begins to arduously shift the huge old
stones of the temple back into place, and without the need of communication
or agreement they continue the rebuilding until they collapse exhausted with
the sunset. The next day a woman trudges up the hill following another line
entirely, an elf with no aptitude for shifting stones but a marvelous knack
for matching ones which previously went together, using the inscriptions and
remnants of paint still visible on the old stones. Slowly an ancient temple
of megalithic stone begins to take shape, and on the horizon other figures
can be seen approaching from different vectors, moving steadily and
purposefully as they are drawn along the paths of aetiolic current to the
intersection at the top of the mound.
Writer: Scorn
Date Tue Aug 10 19:29:37 1999
To all
Subject Fw: Please post this in the history spool
| -----Original Message-----
| From: Maalthiir
| To: Scorn
| Subject: Please post this in the history spool
| Date: Tue Aug 10 16:39:02 1999
As Kahn Marrung strode around Dolund'ir the air became chill.... It
had only been four days since his appointment as Kahn and things were
beginning to settle down. His supporters were numerous and yet something
did not feel right.
From out of the darkness Tarion, Lord of the Goblins emerged and demanded a
duel for the throne of Dolund'ir. Marrung having no choice agreed.
With sanctioned aid they met in the Coliseum of Death and prepared to do
battle. The fight was rapid and heated and in the end Tarion's blade had
pierced the heart of Kahn Marrung. Stooping over Tarion retrieved the crown
that was once and again his. As the last sigh of life left the body of the
fallen Kahn, Tarion turned and entered his throneroom.
Writer: Scorn
Date Tue Aug 10 19:29:43 1999
To all
Subject Fw: Please post this in the history spool
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| From: Maalthiir
| To: Scorn
| Subject: Please post this in the history spool
| Date: Tue Aug 10 16:45:45 1999
Since the fall of Marrung only a few short hours before Dolund'ir had
been in an uproar. All over the kingdom goblins were gnashing their teeth
in hatred for Kahn Tarion. A few of the goblins cheered as they were the
loyal supporters who had awaited their Lord's return.
Off doing the will of his God, Urgg the Black fumed.
He raced his holy steed back to the kingdom and sought out Kahn Tarion. His
intent: to send Tarion reeling from the kingdom in a flurry of fear.
For the second time in as many days two goblins met in the Coliseum with
sanctioned aid and prepared to do battle.
In the end Tarion, Lord of the Goblins was exiled from his newly regained
and lost kingdom.
All Hail Kahn Urgg the Black, Lord of Dolund'ir!
Writer: Scorn
Date Mon Sep 13 19:24:08 1999
To all
Subject The Empire Strikes Back
A damaged ship hosting a minimal crew arrived at the icy cold docks. A
cloaked Yinn sailor wearing the symbols of an officer disembarked while
barking (no pun intended) orders to the bloody and exhausted crew. Admiral
Du'junk hurried towards the palace within the city of Dae'tok.
The emperor rose to his feet and snarled. He was large, even for a Yinn.
Emperor Chau glared at the battered Admiral.
"You WHAT?! Lost almost every man to a group of sniveling humans in
skirts?! And a boat sank before it even reached the shore?? You will wish
that you died with the rest of your fleet Admiral, that I promise you!"
Emporer Chau rose to his feet and walked to his door. There he stopped,
leaned back, and shattered the door to peices with a single strike of his
fist. "The indignity of those humans they shall pay! All generals to the
war room, this time we take what is ours!" Glaring at the Admiral, the
Emperor blared "You I'll deal with later!"
Hours later in a crowded square, a Yinn male formerly known as Admiral
Du'junk hung from an tall spear. His nude body was skinned while alive and
his eyes were cut from their sockets and placed into his mouth. He screamed
for mercy for two hours before dying. No mercy was granted. Such is the
price for failure in Dae'tok.
Writer: Scorn
Date Tue Feb 8 12:20:34 2000
To all
Subject The Hoard is Coming
Drakkara wept.
"Pathetic" exclaimed Necrucifer.
"The Goddess of Dark Magic and mother of many Gods weeping like a elven
female. Perhaps you are getting soft. Whatever the reason, I do not like
this. It is a sign of weakness."
Drakkara's tears turned into a snarl almost instantly.
"Do you not care that our son is alone on a world where he can be .....
killed by mere mortals?" snarled Drakkara.
"Do you not care that the very unappreciative mortals that we helped create
would have your son killed in an act of defiance and vengence? Or have you
forgotten that the High God has cursed us whil eon Algoron? We can DIE there
and no son of mine will be taken by mortals!!!"
"Your attemting to anger me, Lover. Just as you do when you attempt to
seduce the mortals into worshiping you instead of me. While you may be good
at manipulating the mortals, remember that I am the master of all things dark,
and that includes you, my dear. I see right through you."
Drakkara was suddenly angered and while it was apparant on her expression, she
said nothing. Probably a wise move.
Necrucifer stood boasterous with a sly smirk. He knew that Drakkara would like
nothing more than to slap it off of his face. He enjoyed the moment very much.
And then .... he spoke.
"I will create a hoard of demons. The mortals of all our of children can
quest for the right to serve as one. When that has been decided, they will
find Malachive and protect him. Perhaps his power will flourish enough to
once and for all rule that world. Where you see disaster, I see opportunity.
Malachive will live, and he will be our saviour of destroying the good."
Darkness overcame Necrucifer and in an instant, he was gone. Drakkara stood
alone contemplating Necrucifers words. She smiled, and returned to her moon.
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