==========oOo========== NEVERWINTER NEWS Issue # 159 Week Ending 11-10-96 ==========oOo========== *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* FRONT PAGE *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Congratulations to Thorn Hawk for winning last week's News of the Realm contest for his story entitled "The Quest - Part 1". Thorn Hawk has earned the choice of 4 Pearls or Access to the GOH (Guild of Heroes). Keep up the good work! ;D <><><><><> <><><><><> New Player's Tour 11/7 The afternoon sun, comfortable to most felt hot as NWA Arctic finished his daily guard duty. Arctic was heading back to the Neverwinter barracks when he felt the urge to finish his day with a bit of adventure. Arctic set out to gather some companions and found several to venture with him. Falling into a marching order the group headed off toward Port Llast. There was NWA Arctic, Ryanorstrm, Nitramx, Revserina, Silkterius, Lok Stud, Jamaher, and Sealerman guarded the rear. The Group traveled through the Wharves of Neverwinter unhindered and proceeded though the gate that lead to the town of Windycliffs. Not far along the path the party was ambushed by some unsavory creatures, the group soon proved themselves as they easily dispatched the foes. Heading further along the trail one of the adventurers spotted a secret door, we all agreed and cautiously stepped though to a hidden cavern. Following the new path the companions encountered several more nasty beasts, although the group proved strong it now marched with two less. Finally they found their way out of the cavern and stepped back along the trail, only a few short steps from Port Llast. The now tired adventurers headed for the Inn and rested and cured their wounds. After searching the area for evil creatures for several minutes to no avail, the group began to relax. Laughing and joking they boasted the monsters had all fled just as they bashed a locked door. "Look out!" Lok Stud screamed as he brought his mighty sword down into the side of a great purple worm. Just as the party began to react a large group of vile trolls swarmed into their ranks. Keeping clear of the poisonous worm, the party slowly but surely slew the last monster. The group continued to find more secret passages and many more foes to battle. In the end only Ryanorstrm and NWA Arctic remained, as they headed back to the town of Neverwinter they spoke of the adventures they had and friends they had lost. NWA Arctic <><><><><> <><><><><> Charm Person Booth - 11/8 Twas a great eve', However I decided I wanted a test of wills. To see how my continual training had come along to strengthen my will. Thus I called forth 15 of Neverwinter's strongest minds available. Those who where thus able to find my hiding spot, I thus accepted. The one who couldst resist me would be rewarded. Thus the following adventurers came forth. O Xinjin, Drk Fiend, LOKRathnon, Katishya, Som Tirac, Wranglir, IKillUSMC, StormySnow, Warderick, Genghi7563, SadeSpawn, Sol Elrond, Soul Prey, O Ares, and O Entreri. These warriors would be the ones to test my will. Thus assembled I gave them the rules for which we would test our strength's. They only need to resist my will on three occasions to move onward to another round. I began, facing off verse O Xinjin and Drk Fiend. With all my preparations, they did fall before me. Though it was not an easy experience. LOKRathnon then proved a match to me for I could not charm him. He thus moved onward to the next round. Following I my will came out strong. My training has truly paid off. For Katishya, Som Tirac, Wranglir, IKillUSMC, StormySnow, Warderick, and Genghi7563 all fell before charms. SadeSpawn, thus proved his strength at that point defying my will, as LOKRathnon had done before. I prepared myself before going on then, and thus Sol Elrond was charmed to my will. Yet again, my will weakened and Soul Prey defied my will. I vowed to not to let another defy my will at that point, and O Ares and O Entreri both fell before my charms. Yet, I still had 3 who defied my will. We thus faced off again. With SadeSpawn and Soul Prey defying my will again. I gathered for one more round. Yet I still had 1 defy me. I congratulate Soul Prey for his strength of will. I was unable to charm him, thus I rewarded him for his strength. 4 pearls and 1 hour online time for him to use as his will pleases. I now know my training is not complete. I thank all who participated in this event. Ye truly helped me. <><><><><> <><><><><> *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* NEVERWINTER CALENDAR *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Keep an eye peeled for those Mini-Booths because they will appear when you least expect in different areas of the Realms! Can you be at the right place at the right time when the NW calls for a location? Keep your eyes and ears open for these events! Watch for the banners! <><><><><> <><><><><> New Player Tours: Join the following staff members for a tour of the Realm: November 10th Sunday 7:00 PM EDT - with NW Amaya. November 15th *Friday 1:00 AM EDT - with NW Lenox. * Technically, this is Saturday, but it's easier to remember that it is Friday evening after midnight. ;) Those interested in any of these tours should keep an eye out for the banner telling where to meet! ;D <><><><><> <><><><><> A Griffon's Feather (submitted by: HC Edward) The young Ranger, squire to Prince Otthawk of the Holy Crusaders, cautiously moved down the narrow street of the wharf district. Rumor had it that Lizardmen were making their presense felt in this area. "In the very city of Neverwinter!", thought Edward to himself. "Even if it is in the wharves, they are showing great boldness!" "Its been dark for about an hour now, things should....What was that!!??" Quickly moving closer to the door, Edward could hear the unmistakable sounds of something rummaging around on the other side. He stepped back a little to read the sign, "Bridge Maintinence, there's not supposed to be anyone in there." Having Lord Nasher's permission to help clear this district, and having already seen Orcs and Kobolds close by, the young Ranger readied his long bow. "FOR QUEEN KISAKE AND THE HOLY CRUSADERS", he shouted as he burst through the door. He spotted his opponent quickly it was...A LIZARDMAN!! Getting off four shots before the lizardman was on him, he quickly switched to shield and battle axe. "Helm! These things are fast!...I think I hit him twice though." CLANG..CLANGBANG.."yes! there is a little blood" ... CLANG..."I did hit him"...BANG..SLASHCLANG...SLASH..."HE'S DOWN!!!".. ..."ahh, dead before he hit the floor." The Ranger searched his enemy's body for a clue as to why he was there. "Nothing...a lone lizardman is unusual...I wonder where his partners are?" As he stood up to leave, something on the floor caught his eye. "Wait a minute, what this? A feather?" Stooping to retrieve it he examined it carefully..."Not just any feather...a Griffon's feather!?!""What do Griffons have to do with lizardmen?!?""What does this all mean??" The young Ranger, squire of the Holy Crusaders, had many questions and no answers...answers, he would be seeking answers... HC Edward, Squire of the Holy CrusadersThe Battle Fought... (submitted by: Shurg) As the night decended upon the Realms, the Adventerers of Cormyr marshalled their forces in preperation of the battle that was sure to ensue. The Generals dispatched messengers up and down the lines with last minute details on formations and tactics, ensuring everything was ready. The Generals gathered atop a small hillock, where they could clearly see the field of battle incase any last minute changes were needed. As yet, no enemy was in sight. Senso Sojo shifted nerviously in his saddle, remarking "The scouts reported this was the last position of the enemy." JusticoDth looked to the clear moonlight sky. "Perhaps our show of force has made them retreat." Looking to the other generals, "Let the forces know to be ready for anything." A slight breeze came across the field, blowing in a low hanging fog cloud. As the cloud reached the advanced formations, the men started to see shifting forms moving through the cloud on the far side of the field. A murmur started in the ranks, as the troop leaders dispatched orders to hold ranks and sent couriers with news of the movements to the Generals. After news of the movements was dispatched, Realmleader turned to his forces. "It has begun." The low pitched wail of souls in torment, washed over the forces of Good. Horses pawed the soft turf as thier riders attempted to steady them. More than one wide eyed steed bolted from the ranks to the safety of the nearby woods, carrieing the riders with them, who feverously tried to bring the startled mounts under control. As the fog rolled in at knee depth, the Undead could be seen advancing with the cloud. The glowing eyes of hate that bobed and weaved back and forth in the obscure cloud looked like the faint glimmer of fireflies decending upon the summer fields. The charge was sounded, each force surged forward to meet in the center of the field, the dance of death had begun. With the battle in full swing, the movements of either side kicked the fog higher in the air. With each sword thrust, and flail of talon the mist swirled higher, obscuring the view of the Generals. From the hillock, the sounds of battle could be clearly heard. The sight was only of a swirling cloud, a occasional body or shield could be made out, but no clear attacks could be seen. The hillock was a small island in a sea of fog, the sounds of the dying could be heard from all across the field. As the generals strained to see what details they could to gage the effectiveness of the tactics, three forms moved up the slope, slowly leaving the obscuring fog. With his glowing Cobalt Blue eyes set upon JusticoDth's, the Arch Lich smiled evily. As the three moved closer, the fog seemed to cling to them, flowing with each step. The Arch Lich accompanied by his two Warlords stopped within five yards of the gathered Generals. "Your death is at hand" was all the Lich said. Swords were drawn, and with prayers to their gods, the final battle was fought. As the sun crested the hill, melting the fog from the field of battle the night before. The dead forces of Good were scattered across the field, each in a different posture, frozen in deaths grip. UDL GM Arch Lich ShurgA Day in the Life (submitted by: SOMNeranek) Must morning always come so soon, thought Neranek with a sigh. Looking up from his bed, he glanced over at the collection of beakers and vials on his desk. The cleric-mage could not recall when he had decided to set aside the experiment that had kept him up into the late hours. Fighting back another yawn, Neranek threw back the covers on his bed. Climbing out of bed, he stretched his arms out over his head. He was pleasantly surprised to note that he felt no pain for the first time since he was attacked by the vampire in Red Larch. In the few weeks that had passed since, it seemed as if the wounds would never close and heal. Perhaps, it took this enforced bed rest to do the trick, he mused. He had been able to get by without the series of cloth bandages that had lined his chest and stomach. By Mystra, he thought, that lady paladin tied the darn things tight enough. Chuckling he thought, If I didn't know that she was my friend, I would have been sure that she was trying to kill me. Knowing that she had seen his true form in order to bandage him, Neranek felt strengthened somehow in the knowledge that he no longer carried his burden alone. Reaching for the displacer cloak he had hung on his bedpost the night before, Neranek donned the protective garb. Light seemed to shimmer and bend around the mage as the magic of the wondrous garment took hold. A shimmering blackness formed around him. Stepping to the shuttered window, he threw the shutters open and let the morning light pour into his quarters. The warm rays felt good to the mage and he basked in the sunlight for a long moment. Neranek turned from the window and gathered up his bag of holding and attached it into the inner folds of his displacer cloak. The bag held some of his most precious possessions, including his spellbook. Satisfied that he was ready to face the day, he unbarred the heavy oak door leading out of his room. Speaking an arcane word, the outline of the door flashed a brilliant blue once. Neranek pulled the door open and stepped out into the hallway. As he pulled the door shut, something near the bottom caught his eye. Kneeling, he stared intently at the door. How odd, he thought. It looks like someone was trying to carve their name on my door. Neranek grinned suddenly. Hmm, what atrocious spelling. I think I know the culprit. Ah Well, I hope he enjoyed himself. Stepping back from the door, Neranek repeated the word that controlled the activation and deactivation of the protective wards he had cast about his room. Again the door flashed a brilliant blue, indicating his success. Striding confidently down the hallway, he came to the main corridor in the Tower. Noting that he was alone, he figured that the other Servants of Mystery where either staying at their private homes or had chosen to sleep in this morning. Thinking about the privacy their individual homes must afford them, Neranek considered, not for the first time, that perhaps he should purchase an outside manor as well. His boyhood home was in Red Larch although he found it difficult to return there often. Since the invasion that had overrun the town and cost him his parents and two of his sisters, he found it difficult to travel there. Stopping by the clerical desk near the entrance, Neranek checked in his mail slot and withdrew several envelopes. Not taking the time to read them, he thrust them into his bag for later perusal and continued on out of the Tower. He briefly toyed with the idea of teleporting into town to save some time, but decided that the beautiful day was meant to be savored. He felt his face stretch into a grin and he marvelled at how long it had been since he had done that. Neranek began walking towards town and began to whistle a catchy tune that his friend Talia had taught him. He could never quite learn all of the words, but had picked up the melody handily. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Destiny brought another to Neverwinter that day. An elderly farming couple from WindyCliffs had arrived in town that morning. They led a horse behind them with a rider lashed down into the saddle to keep him from falling. Nothing was unusual about the couple, however the rider was another matter. He was garbed in what had once been an outfit cut from the most splendid of black Sembian Silk. The outfit was now torn and soiled. A tattered cape was pinned to one shoulder by a gold broach in the shape of twin crossed swords. The right side of the rider's face was scarred and twisted, with the eye a milky white color. Drool escaped from the rider's mouth and dribbled down his chin. Several days of beard growth lined his face. The couple had stumbled across the man near the trail between WindyCliffs and NeverWinter. Thinking he was some poor beleaguered adventurer, they had lashed him upright on their beast of burden and taken them into NeverWinter. Inquiring at the gate where they might seek help for their passenger, the guard directed them towards the Temple of Helm. ----------------------------------------------------------------- In a hauntingly beautiful place, the Goddess Mystra senses a subtle shift in the balance of the Weave. Allowing an aspect of her consciousness to search out the root of the imbalance, she finds her attention drawn to a temple in the city of NeverWinter. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Arriving at the city gates, Ner offers up a polite greeting to the city guardsmen standing watch. Passing through the gates, he felt his spirit buoyed by the passing crowd. Nowhere else in the Realms it seemed, was such an industrious lot of people. NeverWinter was allied with Waterdeep and was situated precariously between it and Luskan. The masses always seemed to be prepared for the outbreak of warfare between the cities of Luskan and Waterdeep. Somehow, living in this shadow had strengthened the town's residents and they were an adventurous group, always prepared to take up arms to protect their homes. Passing in front of the Temple of Helm, Ner bids an elderly farm couple good morn, as he passes them by. Continuing on, he spots a street vendor hawking trinkets. Stepping closer, he observes the vendor's wares carefully. Picking out a necklace, Neranek pays the dwarven vendor and places the necklace within his bag. Talia will like this, he thinks happily. Turning off of the main thoroughfare, the cleric-mage walks up to a freshly white-washed building. Noting the sign proclaiming it as the Property Master's office, he pushes open the heavy oak door. Heavily scented smoke assailed his nostrils as he stepped inside. Goddess, he thought, what manner of being could work in here? Noting that the smoke was clinging heavier to the ceiling than the floor, Neranek stooped his head a bit and pressed forward. A spat of coughing came from his right, so he headed in that direction. He came upon a pine desk behind which sat a very large, slightly unkempt human. The top of the desk was littered with papers. A very large stack was pinned down by a half-eaten sandwich. On the center of the desk was a large red ledger book. In front of the desk were two chairs, one of which Ner slipped into. Leaning forward in the chair, Ner spied the source of the aggravating smoke. The human had a pipe hanging from his lower lip that he was profusely puffing on between bouts of coughing. Ner started to speak, but let out a cough instead. The lunacy of this he thought. One minor cantrip later, the pipe and it's owner were slightly damp. Straightening his cloak, he reached inside and withdrew his bag of holding. "What properties have ye listed for sale in the vicinity of NeverWinter?" he queried the property master. The business man stopped looking annoyed at his cup of ale that had somehow just toppled over and spilled upward into the air in his face. "That depends on what ye are looking for," replied the Registrar. "I have everything from a shack near the Lost Hills to a family home in Red Larch to" Ner interrupted, "Let's stay out of the Red Larch area, shall we? Please continue." "Whatever ye wish," replied the Registrar "to an aging manor in Nightsedge." "Sounds good, I'll take it. How much is the price?" he asked the astonished Registrar. The Registrar looked him over for a moment and replied, "This isn't some sort of foolish hoax is it? Ye have not even seen the place." "That matters not to me. I will likely be doing my own renovations to the property, so what it is like now is irrelevant. Yes, I am serious. How much is the price?" The Registrar named an exorbitant price and was flabbergasted when the cleric-mage reached within his bag and counted out the platinum. "There, tis all here. Please draw up the deed and have it sent to the Tower of Mystery by the end of the week. Our business is concluded. Good Day." Happy to be out of the stench of the smoke, Neranek paused out in the street and burst out laughing at the memory of the confused face of the Registrar as his Ale had spilled up into his face. Waving at the staring passersby, he said only "Private joke." Stopping at the intersection, he bought a loaf of bread from a local farmer and a sealed pot of stew. Setting out on the path out of NeverWinter back to the Tower, he failed to notice a pin laying partially covered in the dirt. A few minutes later, black gloved hand picked the crossed-swords pin up, and dusted it off restoring it's golden shine. The hand reached up and re-affixed his torn cape to his shoulder with the pin.Wrath in Dur'Eben - Part 1 (submitted by: Zacnefear2) While knowing he wished to return to the true path was easy. Figuring out which of the many paths he had traveled was the correct one, was not. "Was it the journey to Evermeet that had been put off by other business? Or did it have to do with Ched Nessad?" looking down at the Symbols glowing on the tiles he continued these thoughts. "Perhaps it dealt with his lost heritage." For once the faeruk was at a loss, for he was nau cleric to interpret cryptic meanings. He was faern, trained in the deadly, yet beautiful arts of faer. While these thoughts raced through his mind, a mental summons wove it's seductive path into his head. It seemed that Ilharess Arielana had recovered and was now seeking a little playful entertainment. Picking himself he made his way to his bedchamber, cleaning up and changing his clothing to some not full of blood. Then summoning a gate, he stepped through into Arielana's chambers and Kneeled in respect. Before ascending the steps to the altar Arielana lifted the hood of her cloak so that only the crimson eyes could be seen beneath it. Yvyll and Ldy stepped up as well. Reaching the altar, Arielana kneeled and bowed low and began the ceremonial chant. As the Yathrinen joined their voices to hers, the eerie sounds filled the darkened chamber. Stepping behind the altar, Arielana retrieved the incense and sacred fluid from the golden cabinet which house the sanctified items. Slowly she lifted her hand above the surface of the altar and sprinkled the sweet smelling dust upon it. She then took the scepter into her hand and sprinkled the sacred fluid. As the voices of the Yathrinen reached their highest pitch, Arielana uttered a few ancient words. When her voice joined the keening sounds of her dalharen, the surface of the altar burst into flames of purple and red tongues of fire. The flame disappeared and Arielana moved to Yvyll. She took the first born of her new dalharilen into her arms for the first time. Ldydrkhawk held out the second to her, and she placed the two side by side upon the altar. Lifting her arms above her head, the Ilharess entreated the Dark Goddess. The booming voice of the Yochlol entered the minds of the priestess's of Lloth, "Dos summons me again Arielana! Whatever could dos want now?" Arielana looked upon the familiar figure standing behind the altar. Still humbled by its presence she replied, "I have summoned dos to present for Lloth's favor Chetoesy and Zarrine as dalharen d' Lloth." A gasp could be heard from each of the Yathrinen as the Yochlol stepped out from behind the altar and stood before Arielana. The ominous tentacles reaching dangerously close to the Ilharess, the Yochlol spoke in a voice as sickeningly sweet as the scent of the incense that summoned her, "Your dalharen please the goddess." Then in the same mocking tone that Arielana had become accustomed to, she continued, "But, would dos naut be more interested in what brings disfavor to your house?" "Disfavor?" Arielana asked, ""How! Who has brought disfavor to Dur'Eben?!" A brief murmur could be heard coming from Yvyll. Arielana's head snapped back as she turned her blazing orbs on the yathrin. "What did dos say, Yvyll?" the Ilharess screeched. Taken aback the her utterance could be heard, Yvyll stammered then said hesitantly, "Upon my return, I entered the city. Rumors flood the underdark about the sudden disappearance of the qu'elfaern. That is all I know." Though secluded for these past months on her island compound, the rumors had reached Arielana of the Queen's displeasure. Having no word as of yet, she did not know the source of the rumors nor the truth that lie within them. Amused by Arielana's surprise, the Yochlol cackled as she swept her tentacles wide. Allowed only to enter the mind of the Ilharess, the vision remained hidden from the Yathrinen. Each remained kneeled as the anger building within Arielana became evident to them. As suddenly as she appeared, the waxen form of the Yochlol shimmered and in a sudden burst of flame the handmaiden of Lloth returned to the abyss from whence she came leaving Arielana to ponder the meaning of the image. The Ilharess rose quickly and turned to the Yathrinen, her eyes reflecting the fires of rage that built within her. Arielana swept across the darkened chamber to the doors. Her voice rang out as the doors opened before her, "Remain here in prayer until I return. Sacrifice the hearts of those slain in battle to Lloth." To Be Continued Waiting (submitted by: Zoriax Kyr) The darkness.... The silence... The warm embrace of solitude... These were the companions of one given to the dark, secretive order called the Velve D'Oloth. A rarity amongst the chaotic lifestyle of the Drow, this is what the Velven came to know as their ally. Laying in wait, their own breath not even making the noise dust makes when it settles on a shelf. The ability to maintain this statuesque posture was painfully gained through months of training where failure meant suffering. Zoriax Kyr now desired this tranquility. The only pleasure he desired more was the silent expression of his victims eyes when they saw their own death. His visage had been the last many had seen before they met their deity. This gave him great pleasure. Death could be such an incredible source of delight. He had ben trained to kill quickly and without warning, but sometimes death did not come immediately. Those that were strong would fight their inevitable fate. Their expression were sheer bliss to the Blade Warrior. The longer it would last, the stronger the satisfaction. To watch their eyes widen and struggle as they realized the helplessness of their bodies and senses was sweet beyond description. With the events of the last months at the Qu'Ellar, his duties had been limited to insuring the safety of those in the house. He knew none would be foolish enough to attempt anything with the Malla Valsharess in the house, but his duty was his duty. This was conditioned in him at great lengths during his time in Velven camp. At last, the event of the births had come. If he ever had doubted the choas he lived in, he doubted it no longer. The power in the air during the events was indeed palpable. He would be free to go and use his skills now for their intended purpose. This brought him back to his current position. Waiting..... Watching.... Anticipating the kill.... The kill would only come if the circumstances were right. He could leave no trace. He could not simply kill for the pleasure, although he indeed had a penchant for the mortal thrust. He would be patient and strike only when the time and circumstance was right. So here the solitary Drow remained.... Alone... In Darkness... In Silence... Waiting.... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Zoriax Kyr Faen Tlabbar Sargtlin Velve D'Oloth Ultrin Qu'Ellar d'RilauvenOath to Tyr (submitted by: Keothian) Once in times long forgotten, the gate below were cast open. All manners of evil stalked forth. Prophets foretold of a man brave and true, for only he could seal the gates to Hell. So forth he went, to end our blight. He offered his hand to chain the Beast, he offered his hand and closed the gate. Now in honor of his noble deed, we offer to become the hand he lost. Keothian, Paladin of Tyr War's Harsh Reality (submitted by: Sir Corw1n) The sun will rise another day over this field of battle and standing proud will be us my friend. Glowing in the sweet joy of victory. Our voices will sing And give praise to the Gods that guided our swords this night. Tho arrows fly and spells are hurreled we shall survive to tell the tale of death and life and our struggle for freedom and in the eyes of younger lads we'll see awe and gratitude For because we fought this awful day they'll stand free men. As night draws near I sing this song to ward away dispair Yet on they press this endless horde And through our lines they break, to slay and mame Without a care this armies lives they take. Now darkness claims us all some time For some sooner then others. But I my friend refuse to die on the blade of some foul beast. So on I fight and sing and pray until the dawning day When Selune's light passes by, and Sune reclaims her throne Then with fire deep inside for heavens gates I'm prone. I call a charge and forward run, into this blackest horde My sword held high I remember words I'd spoken long ago. The sun will rise another day.... What foolish thoughts I had. Yet even Sune's warm fires high, could not my soul have saved. For as I charged I re-alized, no man had heard my call. And into darkness I had run, alone and doomed to fall. There was a time when men sang songs of battles they had fought and in that time my heart was strong for the goodness that I sought Now those days have come and gone like flowers turn to dust And here I lay all cold and hard embracing deaths foul lust No longer can I feel the pain nor hear the battle rage But my eyes could see the evil That wrote my final page. Death is odd I notice now As I watch the horde run by For cruelty rains like spring showers and makes us all ask why? If I had fought this battle here for a cause devout. Did I lay still upon the ground My life's blood running out. All grows black, it's time I fear , for nothing can I see And into deaths lustful arms I sink whole heartidly Gods damn them all those foul beasts and the men that drive them such For tis there fault I die here now, from wounds they hath delivered..... A light..... a light, it shines so bright!! I see it now ahead. Perhaps I live and dreamed my death? Yes, that must be what befell, for in that light I see my love Her hair it shines and glitteres. What luck and chance and foul dreams That bring me to her side. I'd lost all hope, yet now I wake to heaven in her arms. No horde of black can keep me back from Beauty such as this, would take a God from up above with heavens might and force. Yet as I look and closer walk something seems amiss. Although it is my love I see, this light it blinds my vision For in her eyes I see myself, a whisp of what I was. And now is time to realize that death is not a dream For even souls in search of heaven, shed tears for broken dreams. Now what I thought to be my bride is only just an angel And to me she beckons, and waves her arms, calling out my name. And soberly I follow, knowing what lays ahead, and fearing it no more I walk into the lights of heaven to knock upon that door. I pray and pray to see the day when wars are at an end from high aloft I watch and cry For warriors who defend. In peaces name they fight and die Yet never does it come. For always will the evil try and make those men succomb. With bitter hate for all that's good the darkness fights the light And with hearts of truest good intent The light will battle night. No one will win this holey war For if the tide is turned some God above will intervene And all our hopes be burned. Thus I learned the ways of war But not until my death It came to me so suddenly Upon my dieing breath. I speak to you my friend, you hear That what I say is truth? No mortal man can change the ways Of something so aloof. Sir Corwin Americus Knight-Errant of KORT Black Knight of Neverwinter (submitted by: Breunis) Breunis walked quickly down the hall, wondering to himself why Ellidis summoned him as soon as the young Guild Master had returned. The House of Law's, Grand Knight continued wondering up until the time he knocked on the door to his Master's study. "Come," a familiar voice answered the knock and Breunis twisted the golden door handle and stepped into the now familiar room that Ellidis Wands had grown so fond of. The young man stood from behind the desk, nodding to Breunis and gesturing to a chair across from him. Breunis returned the nod and took the offered seat, not speaking, but anxious to hear what Ellidis had called him for. "So, Breunis, how goes the Knights of Neverwinter Ladder?" Ellidis asked, curious as to how his friend was faring in this endeavor that the House of Law was supporting. "I think we are off to a fine start Master Ellidis, there are many fine knights amongst the ranks. The Protectorate seems to be the largest contingent of knights, with many of their best competing," Breunis replied. "Ah yes, The Protectorate," Ellidis said, somewhat quiet, letting the sentence hang without further comment. Breunis looked across the desk and wondered even more so about the thoughts of the young lad sitting across from him. "Breunis, on the morning, I wish to send thee to Camelot, tis time you made an appearance as our Ambassador to the Court there," Ellidis said, looking across the desk once more at the dark, deep set eyes of Breunis Sans Pite, wondering what seeing Camelot once more would do to him. Ellidis noted that Breunis seemed to be thinking the same thing, as he sat back in his chair and looked back to Ellidis. "I will leave on the morn, Master Ellidis. Will there be anything else?" Breunis asked, standing from the chair and looking down at his young friend. Ellidis stood and extended his hand, which Breunis grasped. "Good luck my friend, and Tyr will protect you from the memories Camelot shall return to thee. I will leave official correspondence for you by the morning," Ellidis finished, walking around the desk and heading over to the door. "Well, Tyr will have to do much to make me forget the lessons Bhaal taught me the last time I was in Camelot," Breunis said, stepping through the door Ellidis opened. The one time Black Knight of Camelot said no more, moving quietly back down the hall to make ready for his journey tomorrow. The knight rode the mount hard, the sweat streaming down the ebony neck of the fine mare. She moved along the dirt road at a full gallop, the Court at Camelot being the destination of Breunis Sans Pite, and the message from Ellidis Wands. Breunis had been made Ambassador to the Knights of the Round Table, and he had found irony in the fact that Ellidis would have him serve here, knowing all too well the Black Knights past. A past that was as cruel and wicked as any there was, with this very Court being Breunis' target. Alibi it was another time and another land, when Arthur held Excalibur, not Lady Nalika, and the Knights of the Round Table were like wheat in the field, waiting to be plowed under. Even now, with these thoughts, Breunis had to hold a certain smile in check. It was a little wicked grin that came to him at times, and this was one of those times. "What are you thinking about sending me here," Breunis thought of Ellidis' assignment for him. But Camelot and the Knights of the Round Table would be the test for Breunis Sans Pite, and he well knew it. For on this journey, on this quest that Ellidis Wands had sent him on, Breunis would learn if he was truly a Paladin of changed ways, or if his darker nature came back out. For as the horse thundered over the road below, the Black Knight was already wondering how these memories were going to make him feel. The familiar towers of Camelot came into view as Breunis rode over a rise in the road. The Grand Knight of the House of Law reigned the horse to a stop, sitting for a moment and taking in the sight. It was as impressive as he remembered it, the flags flying in the wind atop tall towers of polished stone. Slowly he nudged the horse forward, heading down the road on the final leg of his journey back to Camelot, remembering the times he battled Knights of the Round Table on this very road. Remembering days when taunts were tossed and challenges accepted. Remembering how many young knights had fallen to his blade. The gatehouse of the castle loomed large as Breunis came to another stop before the oaken portal to the grand halls beyond. He looked up as a guard came to the top of the gate. "Hail traveler, what business do you have with Camelot?" the guard called down. "I have come to speak with the Lady Nalika. Tell her Breunis Sans Pite, Ambassador from the House of Law awaits at her gate," the Grand Knight calls back, then relaxes and waits for his message to be delivered. Breunis sat atop his mount and waited for hours with no word coming from within Camelot. The longer he sat, the more his old feelings surfaced, the more he began to feel scorn for those within. Then, many hours into the vigil, he reigned the horse around, galloping down the road away from Castle Camelot. The horse once again thundered over the road, the smile on the Grand Knight's face, one of contempt once more. Three leagues from the castle, Breunis came upon a rider, and brought his mount to a walk. As the other rider approached he called to Breunis. "Hail and well met fair knight, are ye from Camelot?" a young man's voice called out. "Nay, I am not from Camelot, would that be where you are heading?" Breunis asked in response. The other rider had come close enough that Breunis could make out his features, a face full of smile. "Aye, I am going to become a Knight of the Round Table," the young man beamed. "A Knight of the Round Table, eh?" Breunis asked, dismounting from his horse. He unsheathed his long sword and looked up at the other rider. "Dismount future Knight of the Round Table, I would test thee courage at arms," Breunis called out the challenge. The rider quickly unsheathed his longsword and dismounted, holding the sword before him, but with little knowledge of what to do. Breunis saw the anger that grew in the young man as he advanced on Breunis, and the Black Knight only returned a smirk in kind. "For why would ye challenge me, a fair knight as yourself?" the young man questioned, his words as on edge as his feelings. He was almost within striking distance of Breunis, raising his sword for the first attack. Then the Black Knight moved, and the young man stood know chance, the blade flashing toward him and then his head rolled from his shoulders. Breunis sheathed the bloody blade, turned and looked on as the body collapsed to the ground. "To send a message, that Breunis Sans Pite, the Black Knight has returned, and Camelot shall nae be the same," he said, walking past the body and spitting on it once. "Without pity," he whispered, mounting his horse and moving on down the road.The Story of ABK Bo (submitted by: ABK Bo) Not so long ago a young warrior stepped into this land for the first time. A young Beauregard Axhandle awoke to find a answer to his prayers. A second chance in a place he had never been. He immediately knelt and said a prayer to each of the Saints of his old world. He could remember bits and Pieces of his life there. He remembered having lived a full life, a good life and a hard one as well. He had been born into a royal family that owned a Keep on the borders of a hostile country. Bo had become a skilled warrior and an intellectual as well under the tutelage of his mother. He learned all he could from any one who would teach him. Bo also remembered the death of his parents. Bo was riding rear guard in a caravan with his parents to a nearby keep. When there was an ambush. Bo charged to the Front and sent a score to find the the new horizon. He had suffered many wounds and was bleeding heavily when he made the coach his father's body twitching from the poison of an arrow in his arm. His mother was still alive impaled to the seat of the coach by a sword. Bo held his mother as she died. Bo became the lord of the Keep and a Baron of the Land. He took a wife late in life He was thirty by this time and they were in Love. Ten years after the Marriage He had a strong young boy and a girl smart as a whip. And his Lady M was with child again. This is when the last war for Crowngaurd started the battles were fierce and blood flowed as wine. The forces of Crowngaurd were victorious. Lady M and the children had been sent away. Lady M died in childbirth and his children were lost. So to was Bo's will to live this life he prayed and asked for a favor from God and the Saints. He wanted to start again to make right the wrongs to leave this place for another. And now having awoke to these strange surroundings he gave thanks. Bo was awoke to the sounds of battle. two men dressed in red and black armor were fighting a big blue Giant and several Bugbears. They were laughing at this Giant Saying poor Blue Boy and the like. The giant smacked one with what could only be a tree trunk and sent the Man flying towards Bo. "Hi, excuse me." He said got up and shot a bolt of electricity in to the giant killing him. Turning the Man introduced himself as ABK Harris Sargent Protector of the Keep and This is Nemesis my Captain. they both beamed smiles. Bo introduced himself and the two men asked if he had a guild. The only guilds Bo knew were for thieves and Craftsmen so he looked dubious at the two. Harris replied think of the Guild as a brotherhood of the Craftsmen of War. This is how Beauregard Axhandle became ABK Bo. ============================================================== There was a war with the Profits of the Drow and the Keep of the army of Blood was under siege. ABK Bo had excelled in his training and had become the Sargent of the Protectors of the Keep. He walked the battlement talking with the troops giving words of encouragement. He had been here before on the walls of a Keep. He moved to talk with his captain and lieutenant. They were Talking with Lords Storm and Blood. the meeting over Capt. Sentry looked to Bo and said "I have good News for you. You are now 1st Lt. Protector of the Keep. Congrats." The siege went on for a while after that. The Army staved off attack after attack. It was after one such attack that ABK Bo stood upon the Battlements among those who he had sent to find the new horizon. He drew his dinner knife from the back of his Belt. "To this keep I pledge my energies that it shall never fall While I still live to Protect it. This I swear by my Blood." He then drew the knife 3 times across his left arm his Blood falling on the Battlements. He did not dress the wound or try to heal it. This was a wound of honor. Later that night the ABK went on the Offensive and crushed through the lines of the Drow profits and eventuitly catching the leader ending the Siege. The next day ABK Bo went to the Officers mess for the First time and ordered Steak. He drew his dinner knife and looked at the scabs on his left arm and prepared to eat. The knife would not touch the meat. He tried harder and still nothing. This upset ABK Bo things like this are not normal. He would Ask the Keeps High Alchemist about it after he ate with a new knife. ABK Indica's Office was in a high tower of the Keep. Bo stood outside and was about to knock. When Indica bade him to enter. " I have heard from Walfekt that you have something troubling you." "The god of the ABK knows about my knife?" "And your pledge upon the Battlements the other day. He has blessed the Knife. It will only touch that which is sworn to to Keep. It is very valuable now you are very lucky." "I shall try to be worthy and I thank you for this insight." "It was my pleasure may Walfekt watch over you. And I know he does." ABK Bo left to prove his worth to the ABK. ============================================================== The day was bright and ABK Bo shaded his eyes to the glare and set off to his favorite spot in the realms. A place where the giants and dragons roam free. Bo had not been here for some time a wish to improve himself which he had done. Still his heart was heavy with a trouble from a time when still struggled in the realms. He was out of his uniform for the first time since he joined the Keep. He had to meditate on this problem and needed to be free from all attachments. Clean like the air as he sat and closed his eyes and reached out to heavens to for his answers. Bo looked as he saw the realm falls from him and he went into the land of dreams where he met two figures. One clad in Red and Gray holding a flaming sword and a shield with the a sword over and protecting the cross, St. Michael. The second in a robe of black with three sashes Red, Blue, and Yellow, ST Aboe. ABK Bo kneels in front of his connections to his God. The Patron Saint of War and the Patron Saint of Magic looked upon their prodigal son the one who asked to be challenged by being sent beyond the sphere of influence. The one now kneeled before them asking for advice. St. Michael Spoke first " Beauregard it has been a while since you came here to ask a for that favor even now your portal grows weaker. Yet I sense the pain in your spirit. Rise and tell us what troubles you." "I feel the need for a test to Prove my Worth. I need to know that I am doing what I was sent here for." "Hmmm, There is one who has said that you would do this and has asked that he be alowed to test you. And then grant you insight in to your ansestry. He will visit with you soon. Now go quickly before you lose your portal." ABK Bo bows in respect and makes a run for the Portal before it closes. ABK BO returns to the realm of Neverwinter. His body cold and stiff from the prolonged absence of his spirit. His body is covered in leaves from the trees above. Bo starts to move and groans in pain. Which is echoes from behind the trees. Bo finally comes full awake and rolls to his right away from the echo and the searing fire spit from a Red Dragon. Bo reaches for his mace. Not there it is at the Keep. Spells are all fuzzy in his head. He cant cast any. Bo dives to his left as the Dragon Breathes fire again. "I got to think." Weapon Bo thought as he saw the pile of treasure behind the Dragon. and a staff off to the side of the pile. The Dragon was watching Bo intently. Bo gave a head fake to the right then dived left rolled and nearly got fried as the dragon didn't bye the head fake. Bo decided to go for it and took off strait for the staff. This took the Dragon by surprise as it lashed out at Bo. "He he, love that Dex." Bo says jumping over the claw of the Dragon. he grabbed the quarter staff and got behind the nearest tree. Then moved to avoid the next blow. Which came an instant after Bo rolled to gain room to get in to an attack stance. The dance of battle started anew. Bo gave shots and took some as well, and when all was said and done. Bo stood over his slain foe. "I can see why Michael likes you so." Bo turned to toward the Voice and Looked upon a Man of tremendous Strength and Girth all solid. Tall over six feet he wielded a Great hammer with one hand. He had a handsome face and reddish brown hair. " And who might you be?" the man tossed the hammer witch landed right at Bo's feet. The only word on the handle in gold was AXON. "M'lord" Bo said dropping to a knee. ABK Bo and ABK Harris traveled the length and breath of the realms over the next two days finding trinkets and treasures But Nothing that could be considered a driving force of the realm. ABK Bo finally turned to Harris "This is getting me and you nowhere. Thanks but I must face St. Axon alone with my failure." "No, Bud I signed on this little trip for the WHOLE ride not to just kick around some time. I'm going with you." "I could not ask you to do this, But I am glad you are going to stick around. Thanks my friend." "So you did find it. " Bo and Harris both hit the ground and roll into defensive stances. "Oh sorry I forget that, this unnerves people." St. Axon stood before the two warriors in gleaming armor the Hammer of Axon over his right shoulder. " But you found it." Axon was grinning to the point of looking foolish. Bo started to go down on one knee then stood " M'Lord we found nothing. This is Harris he is a friend and I asked him for help." "And so you found the thing that drives this realm. Friendship. I knew you would." Axon Continues to grin. "Now for my Promise to you. Long ago I walked the in land called Crowngaurd. I lived a pure life dedicated to my craft and protecting those I cared about. I had a daughter with a woman who I would have Married if we had made it through a terrible set of circumstances after a quest away from civilization. the mother died in childbirth. I brought them both the next day into the city I had founded. My Heart broken I related the tale to the Priests who took the babe in and sent the Mother's spirit to find the new Horizon. I spent the years traveling alone perfecting my skills I lived with the dwarves for several years. When I returned To my City they had Named it for me. My daughter was now 14 and Beautiful I told one of the Priests the whole story. He said not tell anyone of the Story. I was growing older and I watched My Daughter marry a young noble man and move away. She had a daughter and that daughter had a strong son. That Boy my great grandson was endowed with a spirit of adventure that rivaled my own. He requested to travel to find new adventure in a realm far away. Beauregard Axhandle you are that man my great grand son and I am proud of you and what you have done. With the permission of St. Michael and St. Aboe you may wear and use this as your Holy Symbol. The Hammer and Sword over the Anvil of Axon. it is my gift to you." Bo looked at the medallion and took it as Axon disappeared. He put it on it was warm against his chest and he heard Axon in his head. 'I will always be as close as this symbol to you.' Bo turned to Harris and said, "Let's go home We have work to do." ============================================================== ABK Bo was strolling through Red Larch chewing on dried fruit from his rations. Bo reached out with his senses. He was alone except for the local in side the walls. Bo found his favorite hill sat down and started to let his mind wander. Bo thought about life and the Keep letting the random thoughts tumble through his train of thought. He thought of his Mother and Father for the first time in weeks they had both died before he had left for the Keep. That was another life in a far away place. "It was my son, it was." A large man stood on the next hill over about 35 feet away. He had the build of a monster but a voice like satin. He stood with a large hammer propped upon his shoulder like it was not even there. " And how are we this day." "I am just relaxing M'Lord Axon, And what brings the Patron Saint of warriors and craftsmen back to this world." " I was out looking for some fun, I liked this Place it reminds me of another place another time when even I was a part of the Blood Keep." "You were a part of the Keep here? When? How long ago? Why have I not seen any records?" "Whoa slow down. It was not here. it was with Walfekt at the Original Keep. Long ago and Yesterday. Time has lost meaning for me." Axon grins as he climbs the hill and sit beside Bo. "In this land Walfekt had struggled to build his keep. It was a harsh land full of petty warlords killing each other for the sake of killing. I had just become empowered, uhh not immortal but very gifted with powers and the like. I masked my identity and joined his forces. I rose quickly through the ranks I had not lost my fighting skills and attracted the attention of Walfekt and was put on his staff. we had expanded our territories and were in the process of setting up outposts over a large territory of land. Larger than Neverwinter by ten fold at least. Walfekt was brilliant. His mind had a knowledge of military matters and strategy. That one could not help but be impressed with. He also was a Magi of great skill and power. I was chosen by him personally to be .. YOU will like this, Protector of the Keep. I was colonel and in charge of the Keep while he was away. His last trip I wanted to go with him. I felt he was going to need me. He knew of my distress. He looked at me smiled as if to say 'I know, It will be all right.' and he left. We learned that an invading force of tremendous size found and fought with the force that Walfekt had with him, About 200 men. Walfekt was out numbered 20 to 1 by the scout forces they encountered. The battle was massive as the stories go. The Army of Blood Keep fought as one would expect of the Army. They turned back the scouts but had been outflanked by portions of the main force. The second battle was a slaughter the ABK fought with a rage that made the Gods take notice they watched the battle made bets those of the warrior class took notice of skill of Walfekt and a bet was made for his services in the realms of the Gods a fight broke out among the Gods themselves. Walfekt took well over 100 to find the new horizon that day. And was empowered like I was before any had solid claim on his services. Walfekt proved his strategitic skills by out maneuvering all those who wanted him and established himself a God. But he had no 'worshipers'. This is where I come back in. Walfekt now had knowledge of what I was and sort of who I was. I was still at the Keep they wanted me to be the leader in the place of Walfekt. He visited me in a dream you are always mortal on your birth world so he chose a dream. I got the story of the battles and his triumph and his need. Thus was born the God of the ABK." " So I inherited the family position." "I would call it the will of Walfekt. He did have a different sense of humor. How do you think you found out about this world? I put the information in your path, But it was your choice. " Axon smiles again. " Is there a good fight around here?" "Oh there is a Holder den near here." "I know let's go." With that Bo and his Great grandfather, Saint of another world were of to Slay some holders and grab some eye stalks for fun and the Keep. ABK Bo makes his way to the Hall of the Protectors. He goes to the last two doors The one to his right is the training room to the left is an office. Bo opens the door and sees his new desk and the inbox is full already. The boxes made it so did the rest of the furniture from the old office. Bo removes two items from a box and moves to the door. he places them above it, the first is a plaque. It reads, "To Protect, with Honor, Courage and Integrity." The second is a glass case. Bo draws a Dinner Knife from his belt in the small of his back. The Blood Knife is put in its case and above the door. Bo enters and reorganizes his office. Having done that three hours later he sits to attack the pile in the inbox. The trumpets sound the call to war, Bo is up and in the hall shouting orders before the notes fade into silence. "This is the Keep we Protect and NOW IS the TIME to show your Metal. To Battle!!!"Memories of the Past - Part 1 (submitted by: Ringleron) The paladin opened the door, only to pull it off its hinges. His eyes opened wide in surprise and quickly stepped in. A beam of orange light shone through the curtainless window, illuminating a horrible sight. Ringleron dropped the rose he was carrying as he quickly knelt before his lifeless parents laying in a pool of blood. Tears blurred his vision. Without thinking, he grabbed both of his parents hands and summoned one of his abilities bestowed upon him. Healing energy flowed from the paladin's body to his parents. But, it wasn't enough. It would never be enough. A silver skull at the bottom of a hilt of a dagger that was buried in the paladin's father's chest flashed in the orange light of the sunset. "NOOOOOO!", yelled the paladin in despair. - - - - - - - - - - - Ringleron awoke breathing heavily and covered with sweat. He rubbed his eyes and mumbled, "Not again..." He looked up; and hanging on the wall was the same dagger in his nightmare. This recurring nightmare began the day after his encounter with the House Wizard of Lylyl, one of the noble houses in the Drow City of Riluaven. (But, that is another story) Quickly, while the images of the nightmare was still fresh in his mind, the White Mage moved over to his desk where his journal lay open, waiting. Ringleron didn't notice the arrival of a white hawk, Alantar, the familiar of the late Lady Kephara, as he sat down. Alantar squawked and flapped his wings. The hawk's talons tapped on the oak desk as he landed before the startled mage. The disturbed air quietly turned the pages of Ringleron's journal. "Hello, Alantar.", greeted the mage. Everytime Ringleron sees Alantar, the mage remembers Lady Kephara, a guildmate and friend who passed away after a long battle with an illness. Ringleron had one adventure with Kephara which he wrote about in his journal. Ringleron looked down at his journal, which was coincidentally opened at the entry he was going to look for. The images of the nightmare quietly faded away, as Ringleron read the past adventure... **Journal Entry** I was walking towards the Gardens of Neverwinter, when I noticed Lady Kephara, wearing white flowing robes, approach. We exchanged greetings. She told me that the quest we were about to undertake was short. And short it was. We headed towards the north gates of Neverwinter to the Warehouse District. The trip through the Warehouse District and Windycliffs was uneventful. We did encounter some wandering creatures, but, nothing two members of the White Mage Guild couldn't handle. Traveling the outskirts of Port Llast, we ran into Tesser, Tiger of Neverwinter and Arch-Warlock of the White Mage Guild. Greetings were exchanged, then we headed towards the inn. We noticed Rome pass us by and we assumed that he didn't notice us. A group of wild boars and a hoard of rats had the unfortunate luck of coming out of their hiding place. We made short work of the critters. Our adventuring party's number increased by two as we got to the inn at Port Llast. Rome and Lorindel were sitting at one of the tables of the inn as we entered. Rome took out a few bottles of wine, which he brought from the Ivory Tower's winery. We rested for a while and enjoyed a few glasses of wine, then we journeyed on towards the harbor. We left the inn and I couldn't help but feel... at peace. I was in the company of my White Mage brothers and sisters. The party walked down the road led by Lady Kephara. I could almost feel the evil presence give way. As soon as we entered the harbor, Kephara advised us to ready our mirrors. I firmly held my mirrored shield as I followed Kephara. In one of the corridors, a group of medusas attacked us. Tesser moved to a defensive position. Lorindel did likewise. Throwing caution aside, I stepped closer and I took out three small metal rods. I got too close, one of the medusas clawed at me. I dropped the magic components as pain filled my mind. I bearly heard Kephara's words, "Rin, be careful!" I swung my enchanted military pick in retaliation. My weapon hit the evil creature, but, wasn't enough to kill it. Kephara casted her spell and the medusas froze. This ended the encounter. There were other groups of medusas that barred our way, but, the evil creatures didn't stand a chance. A troll and a group of bugbears made an attempt to stop us. The bugbears were all lined up. One of my White Mage brothers didn't pass on the opportunity. He moved in the front of the line and unleashed a crackling bolt of lightning. Screams of agony and the smell of burnt flesh filled the chamber. The troll attacked scoring a minor hit. It scored its last attack. Before I knew it, I was holding a brass button and leaving the harbor. I thought to myself, "Mallek could have gotten this button himself." The group began to disperse. Rome said he had business elsewhere. He bid his farewells and departed. Tesser and Lorindel did likewise and left for the Neverwinter Woods. Seeing that the day was just beginning, Kephara and I, too headed to the woods of Neverwinter... (submitted by: ITB Skorp) The Dark Horde Advanced, ITB, The Undead Lords, KAAOS, BDA The Nightmasks and Satan's minions. Before them stood the last of the alliance of light that had formed, OGS, The White Mages and The Mechanized Warriors. The SA had kept true to their neutral beliefs and seeing the forces of good so overwhelmed, had decided to join them. The Horde advanced. Suddenly, the demons of Satan turned and charged at the War Machine of House ITB. What madness was this. It could only be that Satan's minions had felt that in order for them to conquer all, they must turn upon the mighty dark alliance. The Self Proclaimed gods of Kaaos smiled, as they advanced, looking at the Mechanical army before them. Rellik gave a mighty cry and the dark gods attacked the metal warriors. At the same time, the legions of undead rose, attacking the Shadow Alliance where they stood. From nowhere appeared the feared rebel dark elves of BDA. Seeing the shining goodness of the White Mages before them ,the drow attacked with a lust for killing. Order of The Golden Staff Golden Guardians saw the attack, turning to join the White Mages, when suddenly Night Mask assassins appeared, hidden behind every tree and rock formation. Who would be win the day? Darkness or Light? Good Or Evil? Or perhaps those with their own motives in mind???? Skorp War Monger(submitted by: ITB Skorp) Round Two Great War II battles KAAOS vs MECH UDL vs SA ITB vs SATAN BDA vs WMG Masks vs OGS All Wars to happen by 12/1/96 (submitted by: ITB Skorp) First Round of The Great War II Final Results NOR vs SA 10-22 1030pm EST -------Winners SA KORT vs KAAOS 10-29 10pm EST---Winners KAAOS ABK vs OGS 10-27 10est ----------------Winners OGS MASK vs SOL 11-2 10pm EST----------Winners Masks TGC vs SATAN 10-26 1030pm EST----Winners Satan ITB vs TP 10-28 10:15pm EST------------Winners ITB MECh vs TOL 11-1 11:15pm EST--------Winners MECH PON vs WMG 11-3 7pm EST ------------Winners WMG (submitted by: Kymil Nimn) Upcoming Booths sponsered by the Guild of Chaos..... Guild of Chaos.... "Gauntlet of Chaos" Event Event Description: We will be holding a Gauntlet Booth. The first 15 people to reach an predetermined location and request to be "Que'd" will be excepted for a chance to survive the Booth. 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