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Dorgath the Downed
May i speak of glory as a ghost? why not, somehow i have written this; perhaps only in the dreams of those that were there. to say i had extreme foreboding of death was an understatement. i hate fire, the bane to all but fire fanatics and lava creatures. but we were determined to finish off the fire cult once and for all. despite knowing we faced my nemesis Illneth, the man with pipe who beaten us Twice before and his companion, and the fire prophet herself and of course any surprise guests our gods had planned for us. it turned out to be a Dragon surprise that brought me down of course. so i lived a full and exciting life and fell prey to the most deadly of creatures so i bear no ill to my gods. i hope my companions finish what we started without me, having only the water Prophet to beat, should be doable. i go now to sleep and drift towards my goddess of luck who brought me so far, i hope i am worthy of her though life was wonderful and grand, i also managed to avenge my mentors death and family and free his son. i am content.. farewell cruel world
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Sigil the Brave
A new hero is born, daughter and priestess of Agwee clan of the River Folk. Life was simple as a child, play on barges up and down the river. fish and sing to Agwee. not a care in the world, then the evil dreams started and i started doing dumb things as well as my clansmen. my dreams encouraged me to drown my customers instead of swindle them. then came Malik and his Marauders on a stolen barge and mopped up our decks with our blood. they even gave us a chance to surrender. i was given life and a choice to jump in the water or die. i jumped. then i wandered aimlessly for weeks, confused lost. i found myself in a stream of refugees and farmers heading towards a place called Maleks Spire. a place where all were welcome if they left evil behind. so i did. i found one called Pierre who was of my calling but not swayed by the dark dreams. i helped out in his little chapel as well as his bed whenever he needed me. then he and the other leaders left to fight my evil kin below (supposedly). life has been fairly dull, my most excitement from drinking in the local and small pub with my lazy wizard friend and barbarian .. rock. then the Bard showed up and Maleks Mothers entourage showed up and people started dying. our steward Velan was turned into a ghould or something and led a line of dead into the tavern seeking our deaths (as the bard looked on with humor) not one to rely on you can be sure. we squashed them good but the evil necromancer who raised them (who used my peoples dark arts i might add) is wandering about with the only set of spire keys. i hope my beloved Pierre returns soon to save us but until then i will resist the bad dreams and try to hold the spire for Malek and him.
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The Snake vs the Pudding
Is it glorious to be turned to an ochre jelly? to forget who and what you are and to slink along the corridors on the walls or ceiling? to watch my compatriots slash, smash and chop up spirits, giants and Water Elementals? probably not. but to touch a cursed evil eye 'knowing' deep inside it was a bad idea was what we all like to call karma. And thanx to Pierre, who turned me back to my adorable self, i was present for the most important moment, the slaying of the snake headed Medusa creature who i diced into so many pieces of snake nad Aoff toasted into nice seared strips. Boy was he 'Ugly' twice i barely staved off the feeling of my body turning to stone. Lucky i am. and Another so called 'Prophet' bites the dust. (officially he 'aren't they supposed to be girls?' blew up into a barrage of stone pieces) and once again we have a new toy. this time a War 'PICK', which appears to drip acid. Tired i am of dreams of flying and leaping off buildings in a single bound, i will wield this weapon against my hated nemisis's Ilneth and the Fire man with the pipe. At the Medusa's death a flash came to us of the 2 remaining prophets seing a glimpse of our glory and know we come for them. ha i could see fear in their eyes. and well they should, for we Are Malik and the Marauders and we shall rid this plane of all false (and usgly) prophets and their ilk. so i swear with my current and possibly last breath.
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Dorgath is back with the Marauders
Is it just me or has it been FOREVER since Dorgath has seen fit to stand up and beat his chest. Of course credit should be given where due. Malik and the Other marauders had some glory to spout, and apparently being the only literate one amonst us, it falls to me to record Their glory. While i was off on my own personal business... to secret and dangerous to impart here,Malik and crew went back into the depths of the Water Elementalists where we had fled only days ago. Why did we flee... should i dare mention the mishap of Malik with his own sword?? hmmm no, but suffice to say in a freak accident happened to Malid and we had to rush to Nordmare for serious healing. I in disgust stayed on.. hidden from the authorities still who are apparently still to dumb to realize we are awesome hereos who saved the possible distruction of half the city rather than 'villains' who blew up the docks. Anyway, Malik and the Marauders went back down into the depths adn faced a mighty Dragon Turtle, Mighty Elementals (which i believe our new dragon Sorceror banished with a wave of his scaly hand). and a strong host left by the Water - Coward Prophit who dared not face us but went below, deep in the earth. So when i joined my companions we headed to the Earth temple we had crushed (where we lost poor Caligaro) and went in search of the Earth Profit. We did not get to far before running into a band of Bugbears and mighty knoght using a Bullete (a ferocious land shark that could swallow a man whole). We slayed them all of course, though the bullete had a few tricks that made us have to rest a bit. We pushed on a bit and found a torture chamber with victims we mangaged to save and free. Again, one of the foul Elementalists thought to lay us low with Earth tremors and earthy tricks but we laid him low. So we rest the night, and on the morrow we decent to the center of the earth if necessary to find and end the evil Earth Profit and take his token of power (a pick? hammer? club? ha) whatever it is. then we will hunt down the other two clans, far they run and hide from us, far will we go to stop their evil blight upon this world though we may die doing it. so let this and my other accountings of our deeds remind those being oppressed remember Malik and his Marauders.
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The fall of the Air Temple and the loss of Adamus
Alas, another hero and brother lost to foul elemtalists and their nasty creatures. Once again we went in strong and hot into the final throneroom in the air elementalists, and once again we were expected and planned for. lounging on her throne lie a foul deceptionist who tried to lull us to her side with lies and false promises, hah!, i was not letting her continure her web of vileness and took out one of her petty followers with one shot from my bow. Ouch, her reply was anything but painful, 5 nasty daggars bit at me and then she dropped me with a nasty bolt which dropped me donw. i was told adamus healed me (thank goodness) and than ran, leaving us to our fate. luckily for us he had healed me because it took all of our resources to bring down the foul winged creature with her nasty spear. Adamus met his fate aways from us by the same invisible creature that later came back and tried to finish us off. hurt as we were, it almost succeeded. but being one with the shadows myself, i had ways of finding him in the shadows. the loot was great but it was a bitter pill when we came across the body of beaten and dead Adamus. so i bring him along to incurr him with our Growing graveyard of dead heroes who have fallen defending our valley and spire. we cleared the rest of the temple of villians, except for a couple fanatics who almost tricked Me into being eaten by a giant lurking Rug with teeth that trided to suck off my face. we will rest for a night, see if the loot in the river bed can be taken from the stone stature and then we head home with many of our people (who we freed from slavery) We will also be back to take care of the evil aerie above us that still blockades ourselves and our people from leaveing the valley. But for now we rest a bit and take comfort in knowing we have hurt elementalists today and Adamuses efforts will always be reembered, especially by me.
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