Hail to all, I the great Archmage Jackeen Stonehammer of the Under Dwarven nation bid you all welcome. The dwarves of Blackrock and the surounding shires would like to extend the hand of fellowship and alliance to all who would accept. I propose peaceful settlements to all disputes. Contary to popular rumor the Under Dwarven nation is not an evil or malicous clan ownly misunderstood. Our primary concern is tradeing, exploration, and magical research. We have excess iron reserves for any allies who wish to purchase this valuable commodity. And of course plenty of Mithrel. Of course if you wish to cross us our vengance is swift and our anger great. The Deep will rise up to swallow you and the ancient Nabersnatch will hound you. Come in peace and you will go in peace, come in anger and you will be visiting the dungeons of Cragnar my assistant. Peace.
Contact Jackeen StoneHammer at email@example.com
Hail Wizards of the Isles, I, Rand Grimstone, bring you greetings. It seems dark time is coming with the rise of Arragoth. However, it is my hope and desire that by the time he arrives an alliance will have been formed that can defeat his horrible horde. I beseech all fellow wizards to look to cooperation as a means of defeating this menace. There of course will be those who believe that this strife will be a time to conquer their fellows. This is a short sighted goal and will lead to their destruction. To those who wish to defeat Arragoth together you are all welcome in my shire. For those who would to try to take advantage of their fellow wizards I wish them to rot in the fire pits of Arragoth where I will send them. Rand Grimstone Leader of the Halflings of Cropers Wood "May the Little Big Folk help lead the way to the defeat of Arragoth through cooperation and respect"
Contact Rand Grimstone at firstname.lastname@example.org
Greetings, Wizards of this world, and
Greetings to you, fellow travelers from distant places!
I now use the name Osan'gar. My former name is no concern to you, as is the reason I was sent here. Let it be enough that I did not come here of my free will - I had been killed, and been brought back from the dead by my master. However, I was not allowed back into my homeworld itself right away, rather I had to travel far planes before I could return to my master's side.
I have been to the distant plane of Shadowmoth, and still visit this place in my dreams. There, as here, a group of underworld-dwelling elves have chosen to follow me in the troubled times they face. I have raised the dark elves of Shadowmoth from the pitiful remnant they had become and led them back to greatness. So I will do here. I promised them to aid them against the one who calls himself Arragoth, and this promise I extend to you all. I, and the dark elves with me, will stand against the one who would call himself the son of false gods, and together, the peoples of this world can and will defeat this demon once and for all.
May the eternal darkness swallow the demon Arragoth, and may the Great Lord of the Dark feast upon the son of the gods' soul until time itself comes to an end.
Contact Osan'gar at email@example.com
Listen to the bull roar The Minotaur walk the lands again. Their champions look for blood and honour. The keepers of the holy script remind all of the time of betrayal. When Arragoth was only one of many demons walked the earth, and all of them fought to control it. Some of the Gods of the forest joined together with a plan to rid the world of it wars. They created a race of lesser beings to do their bidding. Never to be out done the demon lord Minos created a race of elite warriors and sent them into the forest to combat there new foe. These new warriors came across the sacred glade and charged in with their blood lust and thirsty weapons. all about them was quite as the forest denizens slept. the Minotaurs knew not what to do and stood still in confusion. Minos appeared in the clearing and told his minions that he had cast a great spell and to slay his enemy while they slept. The Minotaurs said their was no honour in this and turned on their rage on their master and tore him asunder. With the death of the demon lord the creatures of the forest awoke and seeing the fearsome warriors in their mist attacked. None of the elves would listen to the Minotaurs of their story a battle was fought and many elves were slain The Minotaurs had shame in their hearts. The great god Imhop came to them and gave them a choice, he would create a female of their species and give them their own land if they took no further part in the War. The Minotaurs excepted and watched from there home of Bulls Canyon the coming of the lesser races. When Arragoth had slain all the other demons and controlled all the other races he taunted the Minotaurs for he knew that such a proud race would never break their pledge. For five centuries he ruled upon this world until the coming of the long winter it is prophesied that he will soon return and this time their is no pledge to bind the Minotaur Arm. Harkem the lord of the Minotaurs.
Contact HARKEM THE IMPAILOR at firstname.lastname@example.org
No Blurb Submitted As Yet.
Contact Penguin The Great at email@example.com
No Blurb Submitted As Yet.
Contact Dimlýr at firstname.lastname@example.org
I, much like our friend the Silver Druid, am not of this world. I am a High Elf, and long ago I commited a crime against the One Tree. This crime has little meaning in this time or place, and the details are of no importance. However, as a result, I beseeched the lady for a repentance, and she graced me with one, that I should wander the high paths between the worlds, until such time as my people should need me, anywhere among the worlds. Many are the times I have come when callen, many the skills I have learned and forgotten. My true name I keep, Ssizzler was bestowed on me for my penchant for fire magics. I hope I can use this knowledge to save my peoples here, although it usually does not work to fight fire with fire. I welcome any who would unite with us against our common enemy! Ssizzler Warlord of the High Elves of the Starlight Forest
Contact Ssizzler at email@example.com
No Blurb Submitted As Yet.
Contact Lord Ishmar at firstname.lastname@example.org
Born of Dust... to Dust we shall return...
Death before us, death behind us, death to each side - our land is slow pain and lingering death to all who are not of The People. Death to those of The People who have not the strength for this harsh, barren land. For a thousand, thousand generations have The People met their deaths in this place, dying to become one with the sands of our homeland. A thousand, thousand generations since the Fire Lord led us here. His empty promises to make us his chosen people as inconstant as the shifting dunes. His betrayal is written in the bones of our ancestors, long since ground into our desert sands.
Our time is now at hand. The prophecy fulfills itself, a Wizard, Tromador, has been born to The People and he will lead us to our destiny as the Oracle foretold. The Fire Lord begins to stir after his long slumber and we shall surely take our revenge upon him. The People are ending their time of isolation and returning to the world. We shall join with those who will stand against the Fire Lord in common cause and rejoice at his destruction, for with his downfall, life will replace lifelessness in our homeland and the ancestors of The People will finally rest.
Contact Tromador at email@example.com
Welcome to the city of Farawayfromorlthoznastyorcsand
Contact Silver Druid at NDoldon@aol.com
I am Taliere
Ironpaunch, Thane of the Jolleymount Dwarves, and hear my story of
loss, and dreams
for the rebirth of my loyal peoples. Gather round and hear the tale of
lamentation and sorrow that has
the Befallen the Dwarven peoples of Camp Jolleymount. Once we were a
mighty nation, dwelling
amidst a splendid fortress atop our islands central Volcano, but a
great evil began to awake from its
ancient sleep. Arragoth the son of the Fire Gods began to stir from his
slumber. The eldest tomes
amongst our libraries were consulted, and auguries were performed, but
to no avail. Knowing that
my kith and Kin would be destroyed if we were to stay, we were forced
to retreat. We were forced
to make a tactical retreat before the awakening of the fiery son, and
withdrew into the stagnant
swamps for refuge. We have dubbed our temporary home Camp Jolleymount
to mock the horrific volcano that once was our home. Our spirits are
bolstered, and are Arms Strengthened, knowing that our day of
retribution will Come. One day in the near future, we will return to
our ancient homeland, and reclaim what is rightfully ours. We are the
Sons and Daughters of the Everstone, and our victory is written in the
annals of time. Arragoth, the Son of fire will fall before the rebuilt
might of the
Dwarves of Camp Jollymount. Woe to those who would come between that
which is rightfully ours.
Time has advanced since the Dwarven
Empire's introduction to the Isle of Aaragoth. The seasons have passed
a fleeting thought, and the rains of spring have given birth to the
Oranges and reds' of Autumn splendor. I now look about the kingdom I
have raised, and find myself pleased with the progress we have wrought.
Although the swamplands we inhabit may be considered stagnant by many,
the jewel of the dwarven empire rests in its center. Our primary city
every dwarven citizen and soldier upholds the vision that we as a
people strive to achieve. Rich fields of Grain are soon to be
harvested, and the animals we hunt and farm provide us with ample meat
with which to feast upon. The kingdoms royal smithy continues to
produce the armaments our legions need to protect hearth and home.
Razor-edged Mithral Axes, and Plate mail
of the finest quality are our legacy to the children now playing in the
streets. The simple beauty of these works of art are sometimes not
understood by many of the other races. Our citizens enlist in the
royal army, and expand our military defenses,soon there will be none to
rival the war automaton that is our legions. A smoothly oiled machine,
controlled by one driving goal and desire. We will punish Aaragoth for
the insults he has heaped upon us. Soon the Fiery one will awaken to
find the Dwarven Empire a thriving kingdom that will not fall on bended
knee to his unholy might. Town halls throughout our lands are being
constructed, and the forges working day and night to greet Aaragoth
properly upon his reintroduction to our kingdom.
His legions attempt to prevent our inevitable triumph at every turn,
and we have been beset by the most foul of weather in an effort to
curtail our achievements. Lava legions have erupted forth while mining
Mithral and Iron, but our citizens will not fall
under his destructive might. We have lost regions to his wrath, but
the Fiery one has paid in blood for every blade of grass that was
taken. Hero's flock to our cause, and rumors reach our kingdom that
there are few who can rival the strength of our warriors, nor the
cunning of our generals. We are the rightful children of the
Everstone, and nothing will drive us from homes
traditionally our ever again. Never will we bow before the revealed
might of Demon or warlord, we will be the Military rival to which
others swear loyalty and aliegence. Let this proclamation
strengthen the arms and hearts of our peoples, and allies. To
those who would test our rebuilt might, we welcome you to try. Our
warriors will ravage your bodies, our sorcerers destroy the mind. The
only sound to be heard in your kingdom besides the wailing
lamentation of the survivors, will be the sound of newly acquired
forges once more set to work.
Tragic events seem to unfold for my
peoples. Shortly after the proclamation was previously released,
Aaragoths fiery temperment was revealed. Lava legions decended upon
our Mithral producing regions, and proceded to slaughter the dwarven
inhabitants trying to eke out a living in parts still savage. This act
will not be forgotten not forgiven, as Dwarven weaponsmiths forge the
needed armaments night and day. Preparing for the mighty battle that
will undoubtedly ensue. Warriors redouble thier efforts to hone thier
martial skills, knowing that the battle against Aaragoths minions will
test thier skills to the limits of mortal endurance and beyond. We
will prevail however, for the great might of the dwarven army has begun
marching to the battlefront, to reclaim our lands and demand
retribution from the legions that slaughtered our peoples. Nothing
will prevent our soldiers from
bringing justice to thier fallen kinsmen. The sight of our
desecrated dead will fuel our anger and rage, the atrocities he has
commited against the dwarven people will not be forgotten for many
generations. Each child will be raised on tales of thier forefathers
doing battle against the fiery one and his legions. Although fighting
against superior numbers and a diety itself, the dwarven peoples
prevailed. This will be the tales we will oneday tell to our children
by a warm hearth. For the moment however the minions of Aaragoth are a
force to be dealt with in the same manner as any of our peoples
enemies, with swift retribution and the concept of mercy something best
Do not test our Mettle, for it will not be
Contact Taliere at firstname.lastname@example.org
In the darkness the Orcs are Spawning again. Bickering, infighting, slaying without a thought. Torchlight flickers, tremors shake the foundations of Nightscar as the Orc Tribes meet in fragile parley to discuss the rumours of Arragoths return. Grimeye Shocktooth, foremost Shaman to the Bloody Banner Tribe proposes an ancient ritual be performed to summon aid, the other Shaman oppose this view (hardly surprising, as it involves the blood sacrifice of 7 Orc Magi!). Grimeye's will is powerfull, and the others are brow-beaten into submition. The ritual is performed, darkness seems to grow from the rune circle. One by one the screaming Orcs are sacrificed... time passes. The ground begins to tremble again... Panic begins to grip occupants of the summoning chamber. Grimeye screams, a long shrill scream as he clasps hands to his forehead. He who was once Grimeye Shocktooth speaks again with a voice of icy clarity... AHHH! SO! IT IS TO BE ORCS THIS TIME? WELL MY ANCIENT OPPONENT ARAGOTH, WE SHALL SEE! WE SHALL INDEED SEE!
Contact Maglore the Magelord at email@example.com