Can't seem to get into Hotmail right now, so I'll say I think Lucisanat should be the Dark Being; he seems the right combination of intelligence and power, the former trait not yet evident in Laesonthar or Raasheavan.

And Highemperor, will the civil war between the Brothers culminate in the champions heading in to defeat them, or at least attempt it?

usually when I try to E-mail you it gets returned, so, following in TLTE's style, I vote for Rasheavan(sp?) will get around to Race setup this month...I promise.

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Check out the following stories:
The Neverending Story Thread(comedy *sci-fi/fantasy*)--never finished--

(in story order)
The Change (The Second War) (sci-fi/fantasy) --not finished/on hold--
The Crusade--tentative title (fantasy/sci-fi) --To Be Announced--
Saga of the 3rd War (fantasy/sci-fi) --finished--
The Shadows of Darkness (fantasy/sci-fi) --finished--
The Eternal War (fantasy/sci-fi) --not finished/IN PRODUCTION--

the two i choose is harry potter and lord voldemort
so the story begins....

many years ago there was a dark and evil wizard. He was the Dark Lord. His supporters even feared him. very few stood up to him.
He was the most dark and powerful wizard and many of the greatest wizards feared to even say his name. Two Wizards in particullar James and Lily Potter did stand up to him.
one day Voldemort decided he was sick of the Potters and decided to eliminate them and there 1 year old son Harry.
He went to there house and preformed the spells. first on James. Then Lily. then harry. only something happened when he tried to kill harry. nobody knows what but Harry did not die. Voldemort however lost all his powers and had to wait 13 years to come back to power. harry was at school training to be a wizard.

The rest is unwritten
it is up to you


ARD_MARA_JADE
if you liked this little story tell me at my email address
GeorgiaKiwi@aol.com

sorry mara, but we are past that point. deadline was some time ago.

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j/k i just hadnt relized it.
Mara Jade :0

otay, back to the story.
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after working hard with Kiyobashi on a couple of chores for Ganelon, Shade and Hiro return to their rooms, both exhausted after all the heavy work of the last two days.
Kiyobashi:"one of us should *yawn* let Ganelon know we are done."
Shade:"I'll take care of it. you go to bed. I can last longer without sleep than you can."
Kiyobashi:"I got some sleep last night. you haven't slept since you got here. you told me yourself you were at your limit."
Shade,grinning:"i'm not dislocating my jaw yawning though."
Kiyobashi:"point made *yawwwn* oh, and I'll think over your offer to forge me some new blades. can you give me a sample in the morning?"
Shade:"sure. I'm going to try and make some specialty bullets tomorrow anyway....now, go to bed."
Shade pokes Kiyobashi with one knuckle to propel him up the stairs. then turns and heads to Ganelon's meditation room and pokes his head in the door
"we finished setting up those Teleport spells and such, I'm going to bed now.if you need anything...you know the drill."
looking up at Shade, Ganelon nods his head, then, as Shade is walking away, he speaks
"Shade, if you find you need to use my Meditation room to focus your energies and bring yourself up to full power, just let me know."
Shade:"let's hope I don't have to. the last time I used my full powers..."
Ganelon:"I know. El Shaddai told me of your attempt to join our order afterwards."
Shade:"then you know? I should have expected it...well, good-night Ganelon, Don't stay up too late. you are still organic and need your sleep just as much as I do."

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Yoda007 sat up in his room reading for long hours by the candle light to learn more about the creatures of the realm. Mainly Fawns and Pegusi. He had learned that fawns were warlike creatures that lived purely to fight and caused many wars in between themselves and other races. The Pegusi beleive in peace yet they are ready to fight at a moments notice. Also being a horse with wings the pegusi have to use thier technological genius to build war machines. The most devasting war for the two races was the Fawn/Pegusi War often called the 50 year war because it lasted 50 standard years. The war which ended in a stalemate left both races feeling resentment to all other races and both wanted an isolationist type of standpoint. The war also left both economies in a deep debt and slump. The two leaders of the races, Geonome (fawn) and Fawra (Pegasi) met recently to discuss trading deals between the two races and a lasting peace so the ravages of the war will not happen again.



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(NSP: Due to personal difficulties, Highempeor will not be able to post for an unknown amount of time. Please continue to post as much as you can, and Krig and I will try to fill in for Highemperor until he can come back. Thanks you.)

I'm ba-ack! I'm still taking votes for the Dark Being, but the deadline is December 25, 2001, Christmas Day. That's one week from today. After that, I will declare the Dark Being. Remember, email your votes to SHADOWLORD37027@YAHOO.COM

Also, we need to write for the civil war! Describe battles in your posts. They don't even have to be very long, just so long as they're there. Right now, it doesn't matter who wins or loses those battles. And develop your races. Yoda007, you're doing a good job. Carry on!

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King Murdrain of the Elves stood, for once on his own two feet, on a battlement of his castle, surveying the wretched battlefield where the Dark King had met his demise. Though he was filled with sorrow for his dead soldiers and euphoria for their victory, the question foremost in his mind was, Where did that. . . that power inside me come from?

He felt a rustle of air beside him and knew it to be Ganelon, teleported from the Amber Citadel. "I don't suppose you know," he asked softly.

"I do." Ganelon nodded. "You remember the Dark Wizard Corling?"

"Of course. He caused havoc all over Bahneim, establishing a great empire that rivaled Ungarrant's. He wrecked my body before you showed up and defeated him."

"Yes," Ganelon affirmed. "His inherent skill was the ability to generate power within himself. I managed to stop him well before he generated so much power that he would be unstoppable.

"When I destroyed him, I placed his powers. . . inside you. That was the magic you discovered today."

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Iskesr was a phoenix. Phoenices were the most beautiful of all the races. No one but the unicorns denied that. They were formed of pure fire, but it was a fire that did not burn at the touch unless the phoenix wished it that way.

Phoenices were one of the most powerful races as well. They did not train themselves in the arts of war, for all one had to do to defend or attack another was to flame the enemy. They built no walls or cities; rather, they claimed the highest towers of the ruins of an ancient city, called Obolith. From here they ruled a vast realm of towering peaks, subjugating the villages of other races that lived among them in a benevolent tyranny.

Iskesr was a young phoenix, inquisitive about life and its mysteries. He loved flying about the marvelous ruins of Obolisk.

No one knew anything about the mysterious city, with its spires and palaces. But Iskesr had discovered its secret. A secret that gave him power. Now, it was something to play with, a toy, an amusement. Little did he know that later, he would be called upon to use it in battle against an evil force that threatened the multiverse. . .

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Dragons were a solitary lot. Every dragon was an island unto him- or herself. Of course, some dragons worked for various dominances or races. A few even worked for Ungarrant. Or had before his untimely death.

The largest dragon of all, Gigantus, had worked for Ungarrant, guarding his castle, and now refused anyone entrance, saying that he would open it only to the Dark Being.

Fyrestorm was the next most powerful dragon after Gigantus, and no one dared deny it. He was intrinsically good, but very ambitious. So, naturally, he agreed to help when Ganelon contacted him. . .



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1. Describe your races.

2. Write for the civil war.

3. Vote for the Dark Being at SHADOWLORD37027@YAHOO.COM

4. And Krig, Eluidath needs to negotiate with Bamevek.

Thank you!

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let's see, I had the ogres and the wraiths...right?
I'll start out with the ogres. they are easy to describe.
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Race:Ogres
Average features:7' at the shoulder, bulky, muscular, ugly. Ogres aren't known for their intelligence either. they tend to kill first, and forget to ask questions. they happen to get along very badly with dragons. seeing as how a one on one fight between an ogre and a dragon would result in a bruised dragon and a slightly toasted ogre. ogres are known for the fire-retardent properties of their skin. which is why they have so much bone for their only art. they use the bones from pelt-hunters to make beautiful sculptures. these sculptures are prized for their ability to hold great quantities of magic power. in fact, ogres have a striving trade in magic amulets and orbs of power. so when Shade contacted them and asked for something other than a sculpture, they were curious. but they quickly joined in when Shade showed up. Ogres are very impressed with shows of strength and might. so when Shade showed up and was met by one of their strongest warriors, the customary slap that is the ogre greeting quickly gained their respect when Shade, ignorant of their customs, felled the warrior on the return blow. in Shade's words the ogres assistance is "something I think we will definitely need when it comes time to begin the grunt work."

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Yoda007 went to the home city of the fawns, Stiupy which in their language means Land of Happiness. He was there in seach of Geonome and had no idea where to find them. He walked up to the gate in a black cloak with a hood that hid his face. He was granted entrance to the city and was surprised to see armed fawns roaming around and beating peasants. Often the peasants had done nothing but look at them funny. He walked deeper into the city and despite the violence was able to marvel at the architecture. A young fawn almost an infant walked up to him and asked him for money or food immediatly a gaurd was there and hit the fawn in the face with his mace. (sry for ryme) The fawn went flying backwards Yoda ran to where it fell (he was unsure wheter it was male or female) and started his healing trance. The gaurd walked up to him and was about to club him in the back when Yoda spun around pistol in hand and pointed the barrel in the fawns face....

More later

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Otay, the deadline has been passed. The Dark Being is. . . Lucisanat! Thank you, those of you who actually voted.

Since no one seems to be interested in the concept of the different races or the civil war, we'll just skip over that.

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Lucisanat stood over the corpses of his brothers. A winter-long campaign had led him to this three-way duel. He laughed out loud. And he had won.

They were in the wasteland outside the dark castle.

Lucisanat walked up to the dragon, Gigantus, who guarded the stronghold that had once belonged to Ungarrant. Gigantus still breathed fire around the fortress, preventing all entry.

Lucisanat spoke. "I, Lucisanat, am the Dark Being of Ages. Let me pass!"

Obediently, Gigantus stopped breathing fire for a moment, allowing the youngest and only surviving Brother of Evil to step through.

Lucisanat paced the darkened hallways to the throne room. At his father's death, his great power had been passed on to his sons. At his brothers' deaths, their power had infused him. And now, his personal power, as an accelerated infinith-stage dizaablon, had reached its maximum potential.

He was the Dark Being. Supremely powerful emperor-to-be of the Nexus. . . of the entire multiverse itself.

Lucisanat sat on the throne and called the counter-champions to him. Obediently they filed in, the Dark Being's first court. He told them, "Ganelon's agents come. When they infiltrate the kingdom, I shall dispatch you to deal with them."

Lucisanat raised a humungous army of undead out of the ground, set it around his kingdom.

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Ganelon opened his eyes. "It begins," he whispered.

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The Army of Ganelon, as it was called, was the combined forces of all the races. It marched on the Dark Kingdom to do battle with the Army of Lucisanat. Spacecraft belonging to the dominances, commanded by Bamevek, hovered above.

And the assault began. Beams of power from the aerial barges lanced down, trying to penetrate Lucisanat's shield. The Army of Ganelon surged forward, crashing like a tidal wave into the legion of undead.

King Murdrain of the elves stood with the other wizards of all the races on a cliff just outside the Dark Kingdom. They used their powers sparingly, waiting for the right moment to unleash their magic.

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Bamevek sat on a throne in the largest space barge, directing the battle. That old man, Eluidath, had impressed upon him the dire need for his help. He saw that, despite his immense power, Lucisanat was by far the stronger. The other dominances, on their respective planets, would use the chief dominance, Bamevek, as a focal point through which to channel their powers against Lucisanat when the time was right.

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Ganelon, with Spiritus the Soulsword strapped over his shoulder, led the champions through the battlefield, guiding them past the undead, and into the Dark Kingdom.

They had infiltrated Lucisanat's domain. Now, the journey to end all journeys awaited them. . .

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Okay, a few things now.

1. Any suggestions for the enemies that Ganelon and the champions run into on their way to Lucisanat's castle are welcome.

2. Tell me what your character's greatest desires are.

3. Now that the champions are in Lucisant's realm, the counter-champions can attack!

Thanks, and Merry Christmas!

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Alright, it has been pointed out to me that we should backtrack a little and do some on the war of the Three Brothers.

The Three Brothers have carved up the Dark Kingdom into three parts, one for each Brother. They are going to be fighting one another in ways that Krig and Geb will help describe.

Also, if you need ANY HELP ON YOUR RACES, please contact me at Shadowlord37027@yahoo.com. Remember to have your character's anti-champion attack!

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Lucisanat stood in a hastily erected fortress at the edge of his border with Rasheavan.

He signaled to Jerla, and the witch summoned up an illusion of an army rushing out from Lucisanat's borders into Rasheavan's realm. Rasheavan's fearsome warriors, in armor decorated with skulls, waded into the illusionary onslaught, wondering why they weren't doing any damage.

Meanwhile, Lucisanat's real army flanked Rasheavan's in a pincer movement, destroying much of it and forcing Rasheavan back a few miles!

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I was wondering if it would be possible for Kuli to confront Rasheavan since he has such a gripe with him.

I was going to do a long diplomacy post with Icarich meeting the Chimera and Rocs but I'm not sure where we are right now so...

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Pengun, sure, have Kuli meet/fight with Rasheavan.

And it's the PERFECT time to have the long post with the Chimaeras and Rocs.

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For the past few days Kuli had been avoiding the other champions rather thoroughly. It wasn't that he didn't want to talk to them, it was just a matter of having more pressing demands.

Things had changed a lot during the ages Kuli speant Rasheavan's mind, and with the fortunate occaison of having the Amber Citadel's library available for him...

He'd hardly ate or slept.

But he had learned a lot. The Chimera and the Rocs were completely unknown to him during his lifetime but now there was a wealth of information on both.

The Rocs were a tall avian race. Light of frame but with powerful talons on their hands and feet. They lived in many different climates across the world, but always in heavily fortified rookeries. They were a highly traditional species, worshipping their ancestors, and having a proud almost arrogant view of their place in the world.

The Chimera were very different from the Rocs. They also lived in many different regions so their appearence varied greatly, but they always had the head of a great cat with horns and a serpent tail from the waist down. Unlike the Rocs they were highly nomadic, rarely spending more than a year in one place. It made them very illusive. The one thing they shared in common with the Rocs was a sense of tradition, but the Chimera revered nature, viewing them selves as small parts in a great system.

There was a long standing dispute between the two species. Although they rarely contacted eachother, they had never been friendly. It wasn't uncommon for Chimera to come to close to a rookery or for Rocs to impeach on Chimera hunting grounds.

And somehow, Kuli and Icarich had to unite these to races against a common enemy. Kuli had deliberated for some time on who would do the speaking. He found that Icarich was much better at pacifying another person with his soft voice and gentle demeanor. But he wasn't sure if he had the experience with diplomacy, afterall he had come from a simple tribal people. But Icarich seemed to be absorbing everything Kuli read as if by a siphon. It was a shame that when they shared this body one had to be active and the other dormant.

Kuli closed the cover of the last huge volume he had taken off the shelves with a resounding slam through the library. I suppose it's about time I let Icarich take over, he's been innactive for awhile. Kuli let himself fade into the back of their mind as Icarich took over.

"Ough, I'm starving, did I eat anything?"

You know that we can communicate through the mind, there is no need to speak aloud.

Yes, it's just that I'm unused to it.

In the morning we will have Ganelon send us on our way. Our destination is the Cardanon rookery, it is one of the largest Roc habitations we know of. Built into the face of an ocean-side cliff. There we will try to convince the Rocs to join us in fighting the three brothers, and somehow get them to allow the Chimera to help them. Not an easy task. In the mean time I suggest you get some food, and some sleep.

(Wheee! Okay that was going to be a lot longer but I think I'll break it up a bit.)

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The fawn hesitated while seeing down the dark barrel of the weapon. He then let out a grunt. Yoda was immediately surronded by armed fawns while the first one grabbed the gun and whipped it out of his hand. The fawns elevated his body off the ground and started toward the center of the city.

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(NSP: Just a short thingy, so as to remember that I'm to do this at some point in the near future. Anywhos...)

Shuffling through the golden hallways of Ganelon's citadel, Vyntelle pondered upon her new mission. As an Amber Wizard, she was gifted with powers to check those of the dominances and races of the Nexus, and was often called to settle some dispute within the Nexus, specifically, those between the nymphs and the vampires. Just recently, Ganelon requested her to go once again to the vampires and the nymphs, with orders to persuade them to join forces in defeating the threat of the rising Dark Being.

Vyntelle, standing of average height with shoulder-length orange hair, wasn't much of a social person, most likely why she handled with the nymphs and the vampires with the most success. The nymphs, more colorful by nature, were humanoid in shape, but with softer features all around, and blended in with whichever enviroonment they worked with. The vampires on the other hand, have sharp features and are rather dark by nature, but blend in with their environments much like nymphs. The nymphs disliked the vampires because they felt vampires were dirty, low, and should be regarded nothing mroe as workers to be kept behind scenes, while the vampires disliked the nymphs because they felt nymphs were arrogant, gaudy, and could never handle any manual labor. Vyntelle could only think that they both were probably right.

These two races, though they worked together, acted more as if each was a parasite on the other. To get these races to act together in something other than their immediete problems of food and shelter would take a miracle. Vyntelle continued shuffling down the hallway, preparing to meet with the races leaders, praying that the races would not be in the midst of a production crisis.

(NSP: If you need a real-world connection, think of the relation between actors and techies=) That was mah basis.)

BATTLE FOR THE NEXUS - OUTTAKES

Thus it occured one late saturday, night, Bob made his rounds. He ended his cleaning in the creepy labratory of Dr. Wicksten. The labaratory smelt of Formaldehyde, most likely emitting from the jars of preserved animals. Bob felt it quite inhumane... although more unnerving than anything else. Bob was polishing up an empty test tube, when the door crashed open. He looked up and saw Dean, dressed in his black suspenders. Anger flashed in his eyes, as always.

His voice was craggy, low, deameaning, and mocking. Always Mocking. "Bob... you're still here..."

Bob glanced up momentarily from his cleaning to reply to Dean respectfully. "Yes, ma'am - er, sir!" *sigh*

Dean breaks out laughing. "Why I oughtta-" he begins but starts laughing some more.

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"Your time has long passed, old man," he spat, his voice brimming with scorn. "The name of Eluidath has lost the fear once associated with it ages ago. This day you will die."

Eluidath stared the other man in the eyes, his fierce glare meeting the eyes burning with hatred, without wavering. "You always were too proud for your own good, Sha- Shao- Shao Kahn?"

Shaiakan sighs. "Come ON, Lui, haven't we been over this? It's 'Shy-a-kin'!"

Eluidath nods. "Right. Shay-o-kan."

Sighs from offstage.

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Boss Long rose to his full height and stature. He was quite frightening upon inspection-tall, gaunt yet powerful, with 'enhanced sensory capacity'-meaning that his biological eyes and ears (as well as his arms) had been replaced with robotic and more efficient replacements. Even with automated eyes, though, one could sense the intelligence behind them-and the aggression. Xi-Wan's greatest strength was his aggression. He had fought battles that he could never win and somehow did, because of his unreleneting ferocity, his darkened fury.

"This may be true, Boss Shirashi, but it fails to answer the lingering question in my head."

"Oh really?" The older Boss laughed condesceningly. "And what is that?"

Long's right arm literally blurred, and when they were still again, the lasersight on his gold-plated sidearm drew a bead on Shirashi's forehead.

"How far are you going to fly?"

With a sound like a cannon, the gun fired - and a sign saying BANG came out of it.

Laughter.

Xi-wan Long: "Alright, who switched props THIS time?"

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Eluidath said patronizingly, "Ganelon, some of us are powerful, like myself, Ti-Shen, and Shade, but. . . these others? They are the best the multiverse has to offer?"

"Hey, watch it, old man," Kiyobashi growled.

"Patience," Bob counseled, drawing upon his humility to keep from being offended. "I'm sure Ganelon has his reasons."

Ganelon replied, "I do. So, Eluidath, master of a two-million-year-old civilization, you think you have power? Do you know who I am? I am" Here his voice reverberated throughout the entire Citadel, revealing incredible power beyond anything they had ever imagined.

Ganelon, Amber Wizard, Master of Amber, Supremely Powerful - *cough*

"Oops, sorry. Touch of bronchitis."

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After the champions had left, Ganelon teleported out of the Amber Citadel, into a place beyond space and time, yet still within the Nexus. Large, shadowy beings surrounded him, eyes flashing.

The Astrals.

"Well?" one rumbled.

Ganelon replied, "The champions have agreed. The Soulsword is forged. Now, as you have agreed, give us this chance to stop the Dark Being. If you all step in to battle him directly, the resulting clash of power could well destroy the multiverse."

Another shouted, "So what? I don't give a rat's rear end about the multiverse! What'd it ever do for me?! Huh? That's what I wanna know!"

Ganelon: "Shh, now's not the time to dredge up your childhood insecurities. . ."

Two doctors come in and put the Astral in a straitjacket, dragging him off.

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The Amber Wizardesses Ektra and Crystalia, Ganelon's apprentice, led the group down a hallway to another amber room. There were several glowing circles in the floor, each one a meter in diameter and about an inch into the floor.
"Everyone step into a circle, please," Ektra instructed.

"Just like Star Trek, huh?" Bob wondered out loud. Of course, no one understood the reference except Crystalia, but she kept silent.

The champions did as they were told, the Amber Wizardesses included. Ektra spoke some words of magic, "Beam me up, Scotty!" and they vanished.

Laughter from offstage.

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as the swirling energy faded, a massive two winged, four-armed being arose, drawing a massive Broadsword, easily twice the size of Ungarrant's blade.
"UNGARRANT! THINE REIGN ENDS HERE. THOU SHALT NOT LEAVE THIS BATTLEFIELD WITH THE LIVING! I SHALL SMITE THEE AND THY EVIL IN TWAIN WITH MY MIGHTY BLADE-"

Ungarrant: "Ah, shaddup, Shakespeare."

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Otay, not THAT funny, but hey, it's something!

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I liked 'em. thought they were funny...some of them.

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Ford read as he sat tinkering with his newly made weapon, what was known on his planet as a Froid. it was a new kind of harness of his energy, which used it more efficiently than his pistol did, allowing him to use more intense blasts, and stay in battle longer. a wrist cuff tapped into his energy, and sent it to 6 transmitters. one on each finger, and one in his palm. he had made a pair, because he thought he might ned them both.

The technology for this weapon was fairly new wen he had left his planet over 60 years ago their time, but apparently it had progressed quickly. he had found the informaion to build a new kind, developed just three months ago. the old kind used to take up your entire arm, and you could barely hold it up let alone aim the thing. he was glad things had progressed quickly. he would need to aim true.

the book he was reading was about a species that he found fascinating. Faeries. these small creatures seemed to be the most in tune with their bodies and surroundings than any other he had encountered. the only ones to come close were weremen.

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i must be off. naggin mother. more later today. i promise.

As the last tingling shocks faded from Icarich's skin he straightened up. He still felt a thrill with every teleportation.

He had materialised in the center of a huge open cave. The roof was supported by two massive ancient pillars, carved out of solid stone, and engraved with thousands of jagged runes. Behind him he could feel a crisp wind blowing in from an opening and when he turned he saw that the cave opened up onto the ocean. Far below were jagged rocks that the sea crashed and roared on, sending blasts of freezing ocean mist into the cave. Outside the sky was grey and moody.

This is the Cardanon rookery.

He turned back towards the inside of the cave, between the great pillars was a tall narrow door shaped like a triangle. As he watched it slowly opened and several figures emerged marching briskly towards him.

Icarich felt a swell of nervousness at meeting the Rocs, they hadn't been told who the diplomat would be.

"Um, hello." He said when he thought they could hear him.

The Rocs leading the party stopped right in front of Icarich and looked down his beak at him. The Roc was nearly twice Icarich's height, and covered in steely blue and gray feathers. He held his four massive wings like a great cloak behind him, and carried a long black scepter, with a green diamond shaped stone on the end.

Behind him two dull gray Rocs armed with javelins and round shields stood guard.

"So, you're the Amber Citadel's messenger?"

His voice boomed through the cavern. It was a harsh voice in a strange sharp tongue, the language was made known to him by the Amber magic.

"My name is Icarich, and I am on a very important diplomatic mission..."

Icarich hoped he sounded convincing.

"I see. I am Arac, lord of Cardonan rookery."

He said placing one massive talon on his chest.

"What business keeps Ganelon from coming himself, eh?"

With that the Roc gave him a severe and suspicious look.

"That's what I have come for. We need to talk, urgently."

The leader seemed to understand Icarich's tone.

"Well, any emissary is welcome to our hospitality. We Rocs are proud; we certainly wouldn't refuse a guest. Come with me to the main hall, if what you say is so urgent, the representatives of the other rookeries will want to hear it."

With that Arac lead Icarich into the great hall of the rookery. They went down through tunnels cut from the solid rock down into a huge, long room lighted by flaming lamps hanging from the ceiling, and warmed by a massive fire at the far end. Around a table that seemed to stretch for ever were Rocs of more types than Icarich could have imagined existed. Some were black and dark gray, others were pale sand coloured and flecked with white. There were a pair that had brite red feathers down there chests, and legs that seemed twice as long as the rest. One Roc was like a brilliantly coloured bird of paradise, with wings of bright green, red, and yellow feathers.

Presently that particular Roc aproached Arac and Icarich.

"Icarich, this is Noran, representative of the far western rookeries. She has been helping to manage the relations between all the rookeries present, and that's no small task."

Noran came near Icarich and looked at him closley. Icarich felt akward under her stare.

"What a curious creature you are. What are you that represents the Amber Citadel?"

"My name is Icarich, I am an Iltif."

"I don't know of your kind...No matter, better that you come from a neutral party. If Ganelon had sent a Roc, they'd all have been in a fluster about it not being of their kind."

Noran had a sort of melodious voice compared to the other Rocs. Icarich had just noticed that they had gone quiet.

"Icarich, the Iltif, of the Amber Citadel, says he has a few words. Urgent news of the world."

"What news could he have that my scouts could not learn?"

Jeered a strangely squat looking Roc from the table.
There was a murmur of agreement from around the hall.

"You will give him your full attention!" Commanded Arac.

Icarich remembered being told that once many years ago Arac had been saved from drowning by an Amber Wizard. Most of the other Rocs had no respect for them.

Arac lead Icarich to the end of the table. He had to climb up on top in order to adress them. And he began to speak. He summarised the situation of the three brothers and the civil war. Then he told them what he had just learned.

"Rashevan's army is sweeping over your lands. He is being beaten back by Lusciant's forces, and making a retreat across your territory. He is too powerful for you alone, if you let him go, he will crush you."

The silence of the hall seemed to grow.

"And who do you propose we ask for help?"

(Phew.)

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B.U.M.P.

If you don't know what to write, email me at Shadowlord37027@yahoo.com - right now, it's mostly up to you all to write for the races. Thanks!

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as he read an idea occured to him. the faeries could help them defeat the dark being. but how to contact them? reading further he found they lived on the planet murine, actually within the nexus itself. he made his decision. he would go now.

The feeling of self tteleportation without directly using his own energy still made him feel good. he felt less vulnerable afterwards. ganelons worsds as he left after asking permission echoed in their ears as went to search for the faeries.

Keep you head ford, for faerie folk can be quite tricky. and as a result quite dangerous

but ganelon was worrying needlessly these were a gentle folk, or so it seemed from his reading. they did no more than to play silly jokes on bigger folk. nothing to worry about.

Just as this thought crossed his mind, he fell trough a hole in the ground, sliding down a great earthen slide to a large candle lit hall. at least he thought it was candles.

then he realised that what he was seeing were thousands of faeries, swirling about the room in many colours and shapes.


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im sorry ill write more tomorrow im tired and wish to sleep.

Vyntelle sighed heavily. As she had been teleported to the realm of the vampires and nymphs, she found herself in the middle of their production week.

Well, the week before production, to be more precise. For the nymphs and vampires, as much as their loathed each other, worked together to produce what made up their export--Visual Interactive Stories, or VIS's. The realm as a whole worked in synchronization on a tri-monthy schedule, and at the end of each period, would produce their final product, to be traded with the other races for goods. The VIS's, something similar to a book or movie, not only provided the majority of the entertainment within the Nexus, but was also a creative well and information source for the majority of the Nexus. The products emitted such powerful signals when transmitted during the production week that other dimensions often recieved them in their own minds as visions. During the last week before production, both the vampires and the nymphs become extremely preoccupied and often moody in their work, making them much harder to deal with.

Vyntelle gazed upon her surroundings. It was always amazing to her how vast and diverse the realm the two races dwelled in was. In one place there could be snow, and right next to it, sunny beaches. In such extreme conditions, it was no wonder that these two races were so well built physically. Everywhere she looked though, she could see sets upon sets, where equiptment was set. If it was not built for food or shelter, it was probably there for the productions.

Vyntelle had been teleported to the capital of the realm, where the chief VIS being produced was always taken place, or at least had the affairs of it settled in. The leaders of each of the races personally helped produce the chief VIS. Through technicalities, the leader of the nymphs, her name being Muddural, had authority over the leader of the vampires in the matter of the final production, his name being Ilasac Etnad, succesor of the great Nosibor Zil.

As Vyntelle, garbed in her Amber wizard's robes, strolled to main set, she noticed a banner which announced the title of the chief VIS production, which read The Shadows of Darkness[/b]. She kept quiet and to herself, noticing the usual mob of vampires and nymphs working hard. Vampires in dark clothing, in the corners, working on fixing the lights. Nymphs, off to another side, having make-up applied to them. Another vampire, off to another side, being fitted with a dark robe costume. And over there, more nymphs being--

Vyntelle did a double look. In all her life, she had never known a vampire to take the role of an actor. They were always to be kept out of sight, only to work on props, or equiptment, not to be seen. Curious, she walked up to the vampire to speak to him.

"Hail, my name is Vyntelle, of the Amber Wiard Order of Ganelon. And whom might you be?"

The vampire, in a low voice, spoke. "I am Noribor Mes."

"The-?"

"Yes, I'm her brother."

"Pardon me for asking, but I must know...how did you become an actor."

"Since you last left, my sister, though having now retired her position as leader, still holds great influence over these realms. She has always been promoting the collaboration of our races, with little success, as you knew. Recently, just a few days ago, she revealed my...abilities, and through complicated manners, had me replacing the actor for the role of Bazaal. Needless to say, a great controversy has arose because of this."

"You don't sound too happy about this, Mes," Vyntelle said with a caring tone. The last name in vampire culture is considered as their first.

"You think I wanted to do what these arrogant, dim-witted nymphs do for a living? It makes me sick each time I think of it! I have to conform to their ways, betray my dark roots and code of the vampire way! And I have to do it within the next week! It's too much for me..."

"Mes, could you come with me? I'm about to visit your leader, the Manager of the VIS, and also with the Director of the VIS. And I think I'll need your help."

With a heavy sigh, Nosibor Mes, in his Bazaal costume, and Vyntelle set off to find the leaders of the vampire and nymph races.

Icarich had managed to convince the Rocs that they needed to unite with the Chimera, and eventually with the amber wizards in the face of the new civil war.

"They're hard to find." Arac stood on top of a rock outcropping with his wings folded around him.

"Our scouts haven't seen a trace of them."

Arac looked up at the tiny figures of Rocs gliding high above. He had taken Noran and Icarich far across their territory to the edge of the dessert where they usually saw the Chimera. But so far, they hadn't found anything.

"Maybe...maybe they just don't want to show themselves." Said Icarich flopping down against the rocks. He'd hoped things would move much faster than they were, the diplomatic mission was at a stand still.

"The other emissaries will not be pleased...perhaps we should try to speed things up, send a message somehow..." Muttered Noran. She was standing some distance away with her talons shielding her eyes.

"A message to what? Sand?" Arac sounded irritable, he waved a hand at the expanse of barren land in front of them. It was strange terrain, the land dropped suddenly from jagged grey rocks to a great sand filled basin, that stretched as far as he could see.

They were all starting to lose hope...but suddenly, a line of figures emerged from the sand in front of them. They seemed to melt out of the sand, they're camoflague was so good that they had appeared only a few meters away. They were clearly chimeras, each had the head of a lion, with curved antelope like horns. They had a humanoid torso, and from the waist down, the body of a snake.

Icarich tried not to look suprised, they were each armed with a long, curved scimitar. There were a dozen of them. He heard the soft thump of the Roc scouts landing behind them, there were only six of them. The air seemed to become very tense.

(Kay, bad place to end it, but I don't feel like writing anymore just yet.)

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sry haven't posted for ever anyways...

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The fawns carried Yoda off to the center of the city. When they got there they threw him into a crudelly dug pit. They then put a wooden gate over it. Yoda sat down as the hot son shown threw the cracks in the gate. (hours pass) Yoda stood up and screamed up to the gaurds "HEY LET ME OUT" the gaurd looked down at him and grunted. The next day the gate was taken off and a ladder was let down. Yoda climbed out and there before him was a regal looking fawn. The fawn said "You stranger have been convicted guilty of conspiricy to kill fawns." Yoda replied "Convicted? I don't remember a trial..."

The swirling faeries bade him farewell after agreeing reluctantly to hel the champions and Ganelons amber wizards. tey had had a falling out with ganelon a number of years back, and now mistrusted him. it seems that when ganelon was younger he and a group of amber wizards came to their homeworld, and accidentally killed off most of a very sacred plant to the faeries. Ford assured them that ganelon meant no harm and would apologize in person when their diplomats arrived at the citadel.

Ford Rather liked the faeries. they were a simple folk that tried not to over complicate things with rules and structure. a very balenced people who knew how to use the energies available to them.they could do things more amazing that anything he had seen before, even with all that had hapened with ganelon and the wizards.

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okay i absolutely will post more later, but ive got to ressurect another important story.

The weremen werent as agreeable as the faeries had been. it seems that once he told them that the faeries would be fighing along side them, they owuldnt have it.

"the faeries had been stealing our children for years," the head werman said, sneering. "Probably selling them off to human fur traders. a good were wolf pelt will catch a pretty penny these days, especially since hunting us became outlawed."

"bur sir,the fate of the entire multiverse rests on the battle against the Dark being. if he isnt destroyed, we will all be enslaved, and your children will be put to more uses than fur coats," Ford pleaded Hopelessly.

"Im sorry i cannot fight agains them faeries, their tricks are no good an you can turst them as far as you can throw em. theyre a bunch of money grubbing lowlifes who will do anything to turn a profit. they'll probably sell you out if they think the Dark being will pay em more. heh. No is no. i cannot deal with them."

Ford filed away this latest bit of information, to give to ganelon. it was definately food for thought.

"Thank you Your Grace, i hope the fates smile upon you."

"Eh whatever, just tell ganelon that we wont be dealin with no faerie lovers. humph."

with that Ford dissappeared in a swirl of amber light.



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what was my other race?

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I have gone out to find myself. If I should come back before I return, hold me here until I get back.

Shade, you had the ogres and the wraiths. In the future, you can merely go back to the earlier page for such information.

Also, Shade, what is your email address? I tried emailing you at the address you have listed here at Massassi, but it returned to me.

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thanks, i'll post the wraiths soon, as for e-mail, i'm using Shade_Mlael@yahoo.com for now.

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Sorry for interupting, but I would like to congradulate you all in creating such a great story board. And if I could I would like to make some suggestions, A good weapon idea for Ford could be something like the weapons Zealots from Starcraft have; and to make the story more climactic you could have Ganelon call lesser champions to be sort of the main Champs special "team." Just some Ideas, again sorry for interrupting and my bad typing, my keyboards messed up.
I would also like to extend an invitation to join my post The Battle for the TinThantir. I would really appreciate it if some of you great writers would join.
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[This message has been edited by TX3_Gandalf (edited March 30, 2002).]

Okay, sorry for not posting for so long...I've kind of lost interest in the story. Wether I will post again or not is a big maybe.

what about my story Pengun?

I'll take over Icharich/Kuli for a while if you want Pengun. Also check out my Ideas above guys, it might make it a little better, maybe not though.

Vyntelle orange hair and amber robes sweep to the side with Mes's black cape as they turned the corner. The two then approached the doorway marked:

Muddural
Chief Director of VIS's

Vyntelle opens the door, prepared for the loud uproar that flooded out the door. She enters, with Mes crouching behind, keeping rather hidden behind her. Behind a rather simple desk piled with papers, Muddural and the Chief Manager, Nad Ilasac, are face to face, flailing their arms and screaming at the top of their lungs.

"--and you can't take that scene out! It's pivotal to the plot!"

"Look, it can't be done, I tell you! We don't have the resources to fund them! And you're the one who decided that we didn't need an ENTIRE CHAPTER!"

"Oh, not this again!"

Vyntelle coughs lightly, but the two take no notice of her. Not bothering with any other subtlty, she walks right up to them and begins to speak.

"Ganelon of the Amber Order has sent me here on a most urgent request. If you would please hear me out--"

"Not now!" Muddural interrupts. "Can't you tell we're busy?"

"The fate of the Nexus is dependant on your audience," Vyntelle says with a strong voice. The two turn with worried faces to Vyntelle. They knew her well enough to understand. Noticing Mes, Muddural speaks.

"What are you doing here? Don't you have some work to do?--"

Mes was about to shrink back out when Vyntelle clamps a hand down on his shoulder. Her face, however, stays on Muddural.

"He stays. We have other things to discuss after this." After the scene passes, she continues. "The Dark Being has arisen and threatens to conquor the Nexus. Ganelon must have the cooperation of all the races in order to defeat him."

The two leaders look at each other, and suddenly burst into laughter. Muddural speaks first.

"Oh dear, that's good! Surely he doesn't need both of our help. Why, if it wasn't for us, vampires would never come out of the dark to do anything!"

"Like hell! We may wish to be private, but we'll pull our share of the work, unLIKE you nymphs! They wouldn't be able to help you even if they WANTED to!"

"Yeah, well who would want YOUR help?"

"SILENCE!" Vyntelle's feature's became fearsome and her voice unnaturally made the sounds in the room stop. "Mes, step foreard."

Mes does so with hesitation, eyeing the leaders for approval. Vyntelle continues.

"Tell me Mes, who do you play as in the VIS production you're involved in?"

"Bazaal, ma'am."

"What is his motivation?"

"To aqquire the powers of Hell and become a god."

"Tell me, High Director and High manager, do YOU know what happens?"

"He summons the forces of Hell upon himself and dies," Muddural said. The later added "He couldn't see past his own desires, and the fear of sumbition."

"Do you know what that means?" Vyntelle stressed. "These stories mean more than their face value. And as so many other races within the Nexus won't cooperate with each other because of their own fears and visions of desire and comfort, you also fall into this trap. Who is to say that you can't be someone because of tradition, or change your vision because it's uncomfortable? The point is, we all have our strengths and weaknesses, and unless we submit to that acceptance and unite against those that wish to seperate us, our good WILL break apart. You MUST put aside your differences, and fight those that wish to end your life! I'm not saying you have to LIKE each other! Just...."

The leaders look somewhat confused as they hear Vyntelle's spiel. Finally, she gestures to Mes. Mes, feeling that he is suppose to say something, says "We won't have much of an audience if they're all dead." The director speaks, very quietly and almost in a grumbling manner.

"We will assist in your efforts. Tell Ganelon he has our consent...that is--if that is alright," she says, looking at the manager. With a cutting glare, the Director mumbles "we will consent."

Vyntelle then begins to walk out of the room, when she turns back, and hits the back of Mes, straightening him up. "Stand tall, Mes. You deserve it."

Vyntelle then makes her way back to the Amber Citadel.