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==Dwarf Tribune 10-4-10==
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Everyone if you have not yet met Anthea, she is an Archangel here on our servers for UK. Please be sure to give her a warm greeting.
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As we enter October the seasons begin to change. School is well in session and thoughts move toward ARTIFACTS!!! Be ever vigilant when you hold yours.
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Contest information
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So the Winner of the Badge contest is: Taios
  
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Our Badge contest has come to a close, the Xhodon team will be voting soon and I will announce the winners by Friday. At that time I will also announce Octobers contest, so be ready. I will give you a little idea. The next contest has to do with a special holiday in this month. Watch out for the ghosts and ghouls over the next few weeks.
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Congratulations, Taios will receive the 1st place prize of runes and the badge can be used in the future for prizes, 50 runes and the winning badge in the Art category.
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This month’s event is a story writing contest. We are looking for the best seasonal stories of your own work to be submitted.
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===A Night Raid===
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Rules
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====By Wizard_of_Oz====
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1. Must be original (your own work)
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The rain dripped from the overhanging pine trees onto Immortelle's short blond hair. She had shorn he golden locks since her departure from the higher plain. It had been raining incessantly since the previous night. The sky raged as if the gods were at war.
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2. Winners will be chosen by the Xhodon team members.
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3. Xhodon team members may not enter.
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4. Only 1 submission per player.
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5. From 18th of October to the 15th of November 05:55 am (Servertime)
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6. Open to both Dwarf and Troll Worlds.
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Prizes
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1. First place winner will receive 50 runes and a badge.
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2. Second place winner will receive 30 runes.
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3. Third place winner will receive 15 runes.
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All winners will be showcased on the newsletter, all stories will be available to read on the Xhodon forums.
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==Wizard_of_Oz & the Oompa Loompa Empire==
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===By Luna-Heart-Stone===
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====Chapter 3====
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As a great flash of light and the shattering sound of glass, and other windows in the great ice palace rattled in their ancient frames as another rocket came gliding along to its target. High above the green and orange ships could not see if there was any enemy’s among them for they believed flight was there's and there's alone.
  
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Before her the path looked clear towards the great encampment of guardians below. Crouching low she signaled to her elven archers and sent them to surround the guardians below. The Archers gave her a signal when they were set in their positions. The signal to attack was given and suddenly the rainy night was filled with lights of fire arrows. The second signal was given and Immortelle led the army into the mass of reeling guardians. A Giant loomed up in front of her swinging a spiked club.
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Queen Immortelle marched across her palace courtyard to a small square building undamaged and unnoticed by the ships above. She pushed open the door to the hanger with a hiss and a whizzing bang as another rocket flew by striking a near building lighting it up in flames, like a beacon to the enemy, there ships could see the palace and its surrounding buildings much more clearly. Immortelle could feel the heat of the flames as it singed the hem of her robe and felt as if the flames where licking at her face trying to devour the great ice queen, with a casual movement the robe fell to the floor and for the first time in a long time her great battle blades sheathed in there scabbard hung by her leg shinning like they are eager for a new battle, she stepped forward into the hanger and onto a small vessel called the Spirit of the high ice.
  
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She swiftly darted under the giant's club and thrust her spear into the giant's weak spot under the arm. Turning swiftly she deflected a hobgoblin's sword and kicked the beast to the ground. Looking down at it she stabbed the hobgoblin through his facemask. She put her boot on the hobgoblins facemask and yanked her spear out and proceeded to where the fighting was fiercest. It was over quickly. Soon no more guardians stood. Handing her spear to an ax dwarf Immortelle walked to the treasure proceeded to inventory the nights take. A mighty magical item was in the treasure chests. Taking what she could carry she directed her troops to take the rest.
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With and almighty roar the vessel came to life with her commanders at the battleships bridge ready for her first battle the hanger roof opens like a blooming lily and the Spirit of the high ice took to the sky to sneak upon its pray and shoot it down from the sky.
  
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Looking across the field she saw that starlight had started to shine. It was time to go. She raised her hand and gave a signal and led her army into the dark shadows of the pine trees. They went into the pine forest as silently as they came.
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“Excellent ship commanders bring us to full speed let us find the Dorothy and blow that unworthy piece of an airship from the sky” spoke Immortelle.
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===Wizard_of_Oz & the Oompa Loompa Empire===
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Chapter 2
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Far away off in the North the great Queen of the north prepares her army’s for war, for she had already heard from her spy’s of the great Wizard_of_Oz slowly coming north with his armored airships and the powerful rockets. Immortelle Queen of the north prepares for the great siege of the north for her kingdom is powerful and will bow to no man, especially a man that controls small green faced, orange haired oompa loompas.
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“I want my airships up into the air tonight, remember they must be as white as the snow that falls from the sky so he does not see them and maybe a last resort to save my people from him.” spoke Immortelle in her icy whisper.
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“ Yes Ma’am!” spoke the commanders
  
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While the great northern kingdom prepares for its oncoming battle, the mysterious assassin slowly go further north, not to reach the northern kingdom, just to pass it to their mysterious lair in the great mountain of Zhan Xing, where the assassin keep their private airship called the Æyana, a small two man craft designed only for stealth and speed.
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With quick movements the flight deck lights up in full bloom like the glare of an almighty Christmas tree as the ship rises and rises going further into the frozen sky for maybe this ships only battle and maybe the end of the great North kingdom.
  
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While down south of the planet Wizard_of_Oz sets himself up on the land he conquered and here he creates the Empire of Oz where he will make his slaves build him the greatest empire in all of Xhodon, here the oompa loompa slaves build their orange and green airships, small battle cruisers and large landing party ships, for he wishes to catch a great prize the great northern empire, where he hopes his old friend Immortelle will put up a great fight for her kingdom she has always been well know for the great sieges her city has been put through, by many over kingdoms that have tried to conquer the north, and yet they failed and crumbled as their leaders were always killed in battle.
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“Turn off the main lights, use the glow sticks to see on the control panels we do not wish to be seen” spoke Immortelle.
  
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Fifteen days later and the Dorothy closes in on the great northern kingdom, Wizard_of_Oz stands on his bridge and watches as the great outer walls of the northern kingdom slide past the window like great white rocks.
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“Yes Ma'am!” spoke the commanders
  
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“Sir I think I think I have just seen a white vessel slide by the window.” spoke the oompa navigator.
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With a small radio the queens ship located the Dorothy, with the aiming scope ready the the ship took aim, with a push of a button and a shudder, of the deck plates with a bright flicker the rocket shot off in pursuit of its target, but will it get there?
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==Mystryl==
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===By Wizard_of_Oz===
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Mystryl walked along the golden paths in the high city. She looked to the left out of an aperture to the blue skies where great dragons flew. Her life had been sheltered under the protection of her family of light and she had never known troubles before when she heard the horns of warning sounding over the great city. The City shook, a Sound like DOOOOOM was heard on the lower levels. Warriors ran past her dressed in golden armor the sounds of their armor jingled as they passed her on the walkway.
  
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“You must be imagining things oompa, no one else has this technology just me, so do not pay attention to it.” spoke the great Wizard_of_Oz
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She heard shouts for warriors all over the city "TO THE GATE!!... PROTECT THE GATE!!". Very concerned she ran to her school where the mages who taught life and sun magic were seen hurriedly packing manuscripts and potions. DOOOOM...the city shook and she grabbed her teacher to stay standing. Mystryl asked "What is going on? Why are the horns sounding?" The teacher with fear in his voice told her "get to the dragon caves! We must leave! Starbuck420 has found us here. The warriors are on move to defend the city".
  
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Far of in the great city of the north, alarms are sounding vessels as they take to the sky and the great gates are sealed as they prepare for siege.
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Mystryl ran to the rampart and looked down to the great gate below and saw a great army outside the gates their brilliant banners flowing in the breeze. DOOOM...the city shook again. From high towers, beams of light and lightning shot into the massing shadow and seemed to do some damage. Yet not enough darkness pulled at her eyes so that she could almost see nothing in mid-day and shot back at the towers obliterating one tower and damaging a few others. She felt a great anger within her at the shadow attacking her and her own. Below her she could see the Dreadlords more closely now and saw them pointing at her. Frozen she watched a great ball of shadow energy forming and it suddenly shot up to her as she was pulled down to the ground and where she had stood was now singed and seared and broken. Looking up she saw the smiling face of her 1/2 brother Mjööllnir.
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“So my old friend you are coming, your ships should not have come north for they are so visible.” spoke Immortelle.
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Immortelle left her throne room with her great coat trailing behind her, to head to her airships to enjoy a successful battle, or will she....
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===No Door Closes Unless Another Opens XIV...===
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The young magnus proceeded blindly as he was lost to his thoughts. Life as he knew it had become more confusing than ever, although quite to the contrary some things had been clarified. There was a part of him, something within that accepted the tale for what it was worth. Humbleness had settled over him and moments into his intervention an unsuspected force jolted him back to reality. Theoruse saw that it had been one of two children at play, tearing down the marketplace not unlike he and the others had earlier that day. He watched the duo as they carried along seemingly without a worry in the world. As they danced about, Theoruse saw that they carelessly bumped into quite a few people, one in particular dressed in rags and tattered cloth.
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He said to her "Glad to be of service wee one. Now go to the dragon caves and escape. It seems your powers picked a bad day to manifest and those below can see you now with your great glow shining."
  
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The young magnus then witnessed as upon impact something fell free. All involved being the children and the worn traveler proceeded as if nothing had transpired. Theoruse saw fit to speed up his pace in the likes of returning that which had been lost. No one seemed to notice the item laying there. As he approached it, he saw that it was in the likeness of a tome. The book itself seemed out of place there upon the ground. As he retrieved the item with haste and set out to find its owner Theoruse looked up in time to see the traveler turning a corner and disappearing down an alleyway. Now the young magnus broke out into a full fledged sprint, hoping to catch up.
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"Glow?" Mystryl asked.
  
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He had been down that particular alleyway many times as he favored that route to-and-fro magic school. It was quite a lengthy straightaway, though now and rather incompatible with his sense of logic the alleyway lay empty. After a few short breaths lost to confusion Theoruse recovered. In the background he made out those two children's laughter as it drowned out all the other noises of the day. He looked down at the tome in his hands. Upon a further inspection, he saw that well within his brown eye's field of vision, the book had an appearance of something old and of significant value. Though through his blue eye's reception he saw a book pulsating with magic and filled with the language of a spell weaver.
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Mjööllnir said "Look at your skin". Mystryl looked down
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and saw her hands all aglow with white fire.
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===Deaths Solitude===
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As the many palaces and households set about to decorate for the season, many children were at play in the fallen leaves and crisp air. This was a colorful time in the valley. Trees with red and gold leaves dotted the hillside. Fresh clean air whipped through the country side. The harvest celebration was being planned and happiness was all around. It seemed all were happily chatting about the events soon to come, all but one dark lonely house.
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"Now I can fight" She said.
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Liselle sat quietly staring at her needle work that sat on her lap. She once loved this time of year. It was the time when her family was together. Her husband Vasulen was a great hunter in the valley. He would bring his furs and meat out to trade during the harvest festival. Liselle’s family would be prepared for the whole winter. They were not rich, but she felt as if they were kings living in a great palace when they were together.
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Now, she spent her nights crying and her days watching the sun move slowly across the sky. Her only daughter was gone. Taken by the evil dark creature in the night, she saw only his hollow eyes. Just remembering that creature brought forth the most frightening of images. She could only think of one dark creature that it could be.
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"Not yet little sister your brothers and I will defend this day, now scoot and get to the caves so you can escape. When you are ready you will be allowed." Mjööllnir gave her a push in the direction of the caves and put on his Fire helm.
  
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Death watched as the girl he stole slept on a rickety old cot in the damp dark cell he threw her in. Even in such a dark, dank, sad place, she lit up the room with her angelic face. He had not planned to take her, only to hold her thread and then use the hunter. He had watched her gathering berries in the woods. She sang to the birds and spoke to the woodland animals as he watched her dance lightly on the forest floor. To him she seemed a bright star in a bleak and empty sky. Beautiful raven hair that shined and moved lightly on her shoulders gave him chills. Her eyes as gray as the sky during a thunderstorm could hold his attention like nothing before. He felt warmth to be around her, she was so innocent.
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Mystryl stumbled from the push and straightened up looking at her brother, fire glowing from her eyes she said "If you will not let me fight fine but this is the last time I shall stand on the sidelines."
  
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He closed his eyes to get rid of the image of her and walked back to his throne of bone. His dark minions whispered news from around the world to him. They told him of battles here and there. They showed him their threads they had gathered in his name. He has come a long way since he realized that his power was fleeting at best. He gathered an army of his own, to help him do his work. He had a large dark palace built for himself and his throne of the bones of the fallen. A large map of the world was painted upon his throne room floor. It was enchanted to show all movement of heroes and their armies.
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With that she ran to the caves and the awaiting great golden dragons. The ceiling from the caves was cracking with the great hits the city was taking from the Dreadlords. DOOOOM..... the ceiling cracked some more....she grabbed the stirrup and swung onto her dragon and with a quick kick to the great beast's sides she flew aloft into the sky. Looking down she saw great flashes of light and shadow raging across the city. Directing the dragon she headed East.
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He sat and watched the sieges and battles that waged before him but his thoughts were upon the hunter. He had sent him to spy upon the Goddess of Nature and to breach the Gods very discussions on the Mountain of Ancient Dreams. It was the one place even Death could not follow. So protected against intruders, he was not sure how the hunter would get in, but he knew the hunter would move mountains to get his child back. The hunter was special and his thread was of a different nature then the others of this world. Death could not cut this thread so he believed this would be the one to find a way in.
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==Death’s Vacation==
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===By Trinity===
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In a little hamlet on the other side of Xhodon, the harvest festival was in full swing. There are parties and games of all kinds. People bring food and drink of many flavors for others to taste and buy. This is an area of neutrality and no fighting is allowed here other then the games. All disputes are settled by the Knights games. The Knights games consist of a group of tests created to prove the strength and valor of the opponents. There are games of throwing weapons, games of archery, games of dueling battles and finally games of lance and horse. But above all, magic is not allowed. Great Mages are not allowed to duel with magic. They must choose their champions and heroes or fight in normal combat themselves. Magic is forbidden here. That does not stop the great Mages of Xhodon from coming to the stands of the arena to watch their champions do battle.
  
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It had been days since he captured the girl, his minions told him that the hunter received his message. He had sent his shadowy minions to follow the hunter and they had made it as far as the mountain and then turned back as they were unable to go farther. Death knew he had entered, but what was going on now he could not tell. He knew he must be patient…
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A dark shrouded figure was wandering the fair this day and noticed the great mages in attendance. There was Mystryl and Starbuck420 sitting in the stands watching as Kizeren and Luna-Heart-Stone battled over a boundary dispute with bow and arrow. Xerxes and Wizard_of_Oz were in the training rooms preparing their heroes with their best tactics for a fight over a bar tab. The dark shrouded man wandered through the fair drinking in all the excitement around him. A fair maiden selling legs of lamb and turkey was offering him her wares. He paid her with a gold coin and he took a leg of lamb and ate greedily. As he walked away from her, the young maid was suddenly stricken and fell to the ground dead. The shrouded man quickened his pace and began whistling as he vanished from sight.
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He watched the scene of battles before him again and tried to concentrate on them. He snipped threads here and snipped them there. He was careless and did not notice when he took lives early. His mind was on the Mountain of Ancient Dreams. He wanted the information of the secret meeting more than anything else. Anger began to seethe through him as he decided that he was important to this world, he should be at this meeting. How dare the Gods forget to invite him! He let out a bellow that burst the shadowy beings that worked for him! The few that were left cowed and hid from him. Now he would need to create more from the shadows, he had to remember not to let his anger get the better of him.
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Aspiring Scribes! Ever get the urge to write? Send me a story by Friday of the week, and I will post it in the Monday edition.
 
Aspiring Scribes! Ever get the urge to write? Send me a story by Friday of the week, and I will post it in the Monday edition.
 
Have something special to say? A Dwarf World Tribune will be posted every Monday.
 
Have something special to say? A Dwarf World Tribune will be posted every Monday.

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Everyone if you have not yet met Anthea, she is an Archangel here on our servers for UK. Please be sure to give her a warm greeting. Contest information So the Winner of the Badge contest is: Taios

Congratulations, Taios will receive the 1st place prize of runes and the badge can be used in the future for prizes, 50 runes and the winning badge in the Art category. This month’s event is a story writing contest. We are looking for the best seasonal stories of your own work to be submitted. Rules 1. Must be original (your own work) 2. Winners will be chosen by the Xhodon team members. 3. Xhodon team members may not enter. 4. Only 1 submission per player. 5. From 18th of October to the 15th of November 05:55 am (Servertime) 6. Open to both Dwarf and Troll Worlds. Prizes 1. First place winner will receive 50 runes and a badge. 2. Second place winner will receive 30 runes. 3. Third place winner will receive 15 runes. All winners will be showcased on the newsletter, all stories will be available to read on the Xhodon forums.

Wizard_of_Oz & the Oompa Loompa Empire

By Luna-Heart-Stone

Chapter 3

As a great flash of light and the shattering sound of glass, and other windows in the great ice palace rattled in their ancient frames as another rocket came gliding along to its target. High above the green and orange ships could not see if there was any enemy’s among them for they believed flight was there's and there's alone.

Queen Immortelle marched across her palace courtyard to a small square building undamaged and unnoticed by the ships above. She pushed open the door to the hanger with a hiss and a whizzing bang as another rocket flew by striking a near building lighting it up in flames, like a beacon to the enemy, there ships could see the palace and its surrounding buildings much more clearly. Immortelle could feel the heat of the flames as it singed the hem of her robe and felt as if the flames where licking at her face trying to devour the great ice queen, with a casual movement the robe fell to the floor and for the first time in a long time her great battle blades sheathed in there scabbard hung by her leg shinning like they are eager for a new battle, she stepped forward into the hanger and onto a small vessel called the Spirit of the high ice.

With and almighty roar the vessel came to life with her commanders at the battleships bridge ready for her first battle the hanger roof opens like a blooming lily and the Spirit of the high ice took to the sky to sneak upon its pray and shoot it down from the sky.

“Excellent ship commanders bring us to full speed let us find the Dorothy and blow that unworthy piece of an airship from the sky” spoke Immortelle.

“ Yes Ma’am!” spoke the commanders

With quick movements the flight deck lights up in full bloom like the glare of an almighty Christmas tree as the ship rises and rises going further into the frozen sky for maybe this ships only battle and maybe the end of the great North kingdom.

“Turn off the main lights, use the glow sticks to see on the control panels we do not wish to be seen” spoke Immortelle.

“Yes Ma'am!” spoke the commanders

With a small radio the queens ship located the Dorothy, with the aiming scope ready the the ship took aim, with a push of a button and a shudder, of the deck plates with a bright flicker the rocket shot off in pursuit of its target, but will it get there?

Mystryl

By Wizard_of_Oz

Mystryl walked along the golden paths in the high city. She looked to the left out of an aperture to the blue skies where great dragons flew. Her life had been sheltered under the protection of her family of light and she had never known troubles before when she heard the horns of warning sounding over the great city. The City shook, a Sound like DOOOOOM was heard on the lower levels. Warriors ran past her dressed in golden armor the sounds of their armor jingled as they passed her on the walkway.

She heard shouts for warriors all over the city "TO THE GATE!!... PROTECT THE GATE!!". Very concerned she ran to her school where the mages who taught life and sun magic were seen hurriedly packing manuscripts and potions. DOOOOM...the city shook and she grabbed her teacher to stay standing. Mystryl asked "What is going on? Why are the horns sounding?" The teacher with fear in his voice told her "get to the dragon caves! We must leave! Starbuck420 has found us here. The warriors are on move to defend the city".

Mystryl ran to the rampart and looked down to the great gate below and saw a great army outside the gates their brilliant banners flowing in the breeze. DOOOM...the city shook again. From high towers, beams of light and lightning shot into the massing shadow and seemed to do some damage. Yet not enough darkness pulled at her eyes so that she could almost see nothing in mid-day and shot back at the towers obliterating one tower and damaging a few others. She felt a great anger within her at the shadow attacking her and her own. Below her she could see the Dreadlords more closely now and saw them pointing at her. Frozen she watched a great ball of shadow energy forming and it suddenly shot up to her as she was pulled down to the ground and where she had stood was now singed and seared and broken. Looking up she saw the smiling face of her 1/2 brother Mjööllnir.

He said to her "Glad to be of service wee one. Now go to the dragon caves and escape. It seems your powers picked a bad day to manifest and those below can see you now with your great glow shining."

"Glow?" Mystryl asked.

Mjööllnir said "Look at your skin". Mystryl looked down and saw her hands all aglow with white fire.

"Now I can fight" She said.

"Not yet little sister your brothers and I will defend this day, now scoot and get to the caves so you can escape. When you are ready you will be allowed." Mjööllnir gave her a push in the direction of the caves and put on his Fire helm.

Mystryl stumbled from the push and straightened up looking at her brother, fire glowing from her eyes she said "If you will not let me fight fine but this is the last time I shall stand on the sidelines."

With that she ran to the caves and the awaiting great golden dragons. The ceiling from the caves was cracking with the great hits the city was taking from the Dreadlords. DOOOOM..... the ceiling cracked some more....she grabbed the stirrup and swung onto her dragon and with a quick kick to the great beast's sides she flew aloft into the sky. Looking down she saw great flashes of light and shadow raging across the city. Directing the dragon she headed East.

Death’s Vacation

By Trinity

In a little hamlet on the other side of Xhodon, the harvest festival was in full swing. There are parties and games of all kinds. People bring food and drink of many flavors for others to taste and buy. This is an area of neutrality and no fighting is allowed here other then the games. All disputes are settled by the Knights games. The Knights games consist of a group of tests created to prove the strength and valor of the opponents. There are games of throwing weapons, games of archery, games of dueling battles and finally games of lance and horse. But above all, magic is not allowed. Great Mages are not allowed to duel with magic. They must choose their champions and heroes or fight in normal combat themselves. Magic is forbidden here. That does not stop the great Mages of Xhodon from coming to the stands of the arena to watch their champions do battle.

A dark shrouded figure was wandering the fair this day and noticed the great mages in attendance. There was Mystryl and Starbuck420 sitting in the stands watching as Kizeren and Luna-Heart-Stone battled over a boundary dispute with bow and arrow. Xerxes and Wizard_of_Oz were in the training rooms preparing their heroes with their best tactics for a fight over a bar tab. The dark shrouded man wandered through the fair drinking in all the excitement around him. A fair maiden selling legs of lamb and turkey was offering him her wares. He paid her with a gold coin and he took a leg of lamb and ate greedily. As he walked away from her, the young maid was suddenly stricken and fell to the ground dead. The shrouded man quickened his pace and began whistling as he vanished from sight.

Aspiring Scribes! Ever get the urge to write? Send me a story by Friday of the week, and I will post it in the Monday edition.

Have something special to say? A Dwarf World Tribune will be posted every Monday.
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