Venture into Hyboria ContestFollow

Example: Tamat Damat was born a wee Dwarf in the lands of Norrath in the great city of Kaladim. His father was a Priest so naturally he studied in the cities temple with Arch Bishop Drakwhore to become a Cleric. As the years passed, he grew into one of the finest High Templar around, whose very name was whispered about among the sick and the wicked. One day Tamat sound a great portal as he explored an unknown island. What he didn¹t know was that this was a portal to another dimension.

As a Priest and adventurer, he made haste to enter this unknown portal, which stretched the very essence of his being. His body was torn, twisted and remade -- yet his mind and soul stayed the same. Tamat was reborn an Aquilonian man, in a new, unfamiliar world. He began his adventure which hasn¹t yet come to fruition. All that remains -- is yet to be seen.


While my example was roleplaying your post can take any form you want - just put some thought into it and make it interesting or entertaining to read!

Edited, Apr 20th 2009 4:28am by Tamat

It was a dark place, that much I remember. I stood there in the blackness for quite a bit of time before I caught my first glimpse of light. The shiny beacon shone bright to my eyes, nearly blinding me. However, I wasn’t sure if this was because I had been in the dark for so long (to my mind) or if it truly was that bright.

In either case, I didn’t give much more thought to this experiment of light -- all I knew was that I had run towards it.
And run I did, as fast as I could.

As the light grew faster, I realized something strange about my equipment. My armor seemed lighter, and I seemed to glide across the black ground. The comforting clanging of my boots and belt were silent, although I wasn’t sure if it was because they weren’t there or because of the ringing in my eyes.

The light grew brighter, and I ran faster.

Suddenly, the brightness transformed into a door of angelic beams, and I tore through it, as would tear into a thin cloth, and I felt myself in a different place.

I was back in what seemed to be Ironforge. At least, it looked like Ironforge. I admit that I hadn’t been back in quite some time, ever since I left on that quest to Northrend, but it looked familiar nonetheless. However, something seemed strange. I walked around, taking in the ancient architecture of my ancestors, when I finally realized what was wrong.

There was not a soul to be found in this giant city.

As soon as I realized that, I noticed the peculiar hue that Ironforge had. Gone was the deep earth hues of stone and rock. Instead, everything was clouded by a bluish-grey tinge. The bright hue of lava flowing through the forge rivers was darkened to a dark stone. As I walked through the water caves, the lakes had dried to dust.

As I ventured throughout the city, I had peculiar notion that I felt the spirit of people in this city. But I couldn’t really feel anything. It seemed very much like the visit I took to Darnassus, with the wisps and spirits inhabiting the very land. I never enjoyed those journeys, as the lifeforce had been too fluid and malleable, which I always equated to a weak force. This I always compared to the strength of raw earth, and the metals that derived from it. We never took the force of steel for granted. It held up our buildings, our city, our civilization, and we respected it for its strength. We never prayed like the elves did with their trees, but acknowledgement, desire, and fervent work that we undertook with our materials was almost spiritual like, and we would never truly doubt that in our inner being.

I walked about for what seemed like an eternity, and eventually gave up on discovering any other living creatures. I visited the gnomish workstations, where the machines had all stopped. I ventured to the tram stations, where a train never came, and the tunnel lights were nonexistent, leaving nothing but a foreboding dark tunnel to the nether. The great room of our king, once the center piece of strategy and merriment (only a person unknown to our life would find that strange dichotomy) lacked any sign of life.

The entire city was as if it was abandoned.

It wasn’t until this realization that I decided that escape may be a possible alternative. While, I would never abandon my city, especially in what seemed like a time in need, I felt there was nothing I could do. The gates, alas, would be closed to me as I arrived at the entrance of the city.

As I peered outside the portcullis, I quickly decided that it was perhaps a good thing that I was not allowed to leave.

The valley was blanketed with snow that took no mercy and covered everything. Trees, lakes, houses, all but disappeared with what little view I had. The further I looked, the more hazy it all appeared to me – almost as if individual pieces of the land flickered in and out of existence amidst the snow. In the sky I saw a dark maelstrom of clouds centered across the whole valley with lightning striking at a consistent speed. I left the gates with a newfound feeling of dread and a new thought in my mind.

Was I dead?

Was this how I was doomed to last until the end of my days, in an abandoned mimicry of my home doomed to silence loneliness? I refused to believe it, as this was not what my father and ancestors foretold once the gift of light left our bodies. And yet, there was nothing else to explain what this was, and why I was here.

Fueled by renewed fire and partially by fear of being trapped here, I wielded my hammer and struck at the gates with my might. Blow after blow slowly chipped away at the grating until one last blow finally struck down the gate. I wandered out into the snowy abyss quickly engulfed by the snow.

Still I trudged deeper and deeper into the snow, eyes blinded by the white, knowing that if I were to die at least it would be in journey and not stagnation. I continued further.

Until I somehow fell forward and began tumbling into the snow.

The snow moved quickly, but smooth, falling into the gulches below, it was a feeling almost akin to flying, as I steeled my body and let the snow take me away from this place. An eternity seemed to pass.

THUMP

I fell onto hard land and I opened my eyes. Gone were the snowy mountains of my homeland, instead I sat at the tree line of a wilderness completely unknown to me. I would later discover I arrived on the border of Asgard, in the land of Hyboria.

Wiping off the snow from my armor and weapon, I caught a glimpse of smoke from a small town further down the mountain, a river of ice surrounded by wood blocking my path to civilization.

I gathered up my courage, and began a new journey. I would hope to find answers, but I smiled to myself knowing I had found adventure again.

It was a hot sunny day in the Valley of Trials. A young, up and coming troll was just setting foot on his adventure. Learning the skills of his trade was no easy task. It required long hard fought battles and the mastering of many weapons and skills to become the hunter he is today.

While venturing throughout all of Azeroth he always wondered what it would be like to visit vast far away lands. He knew the technology was there, he just didn't know if it was created yet.

"Maybe if there is a way to alter the space time continuum, I can travel to a far away land!" He said.

He started on this journey becoming a very skilled engineering. Learning new things and inventing many useless items along the way.

"If I can just move fast enough, maybe I can go faster than time! That would surely alter the continuum and I can take it to wherever it goes!" He shouted.

He decided to strap a couple of nether rockets onto the back of his Mechano-hog and ride off. He needed a long stretch of land to hopefully get going fast enough. He remembered when he was younger of a fast desolate land where many centaurs roamed which was very open.

He revved the hog's engine and ignited the rockets that sent him off into oblivion. When the rockets finally died out he could tell that he was no longer in a desolate place, but a lush world unbeknown to him!

One day, After a few hours hoping that the server was up, after the maintenance of emergency, after the monthly update. Where SE fixed a few things inside the game, even when those things, didn't need the fix, I log into Aht Urgan Whitegate & start shouthing for retrace (by the way, retrace was one of those thing that didn't need to be fixed).

After 1 or 2 min, received an invitation to a party where I would get retrace.

What was my surprise, when after the usual download screen, the place that appeared was not Southern San d'Oria (S)

My first thought was that it was a new area within the game, but wait a minute, this was not Vanadiel, this wars another world, maybe the maintenance create a portal to other world... Yes, it certainly is ... I thought.

As it could take several hours or even days to receive response from the SE, I decided to explore this new world.

First, check my level... great I am still DRG 75 / Blu 37.

Second: To be sure that I would not be easy prey to what I expected in this new adventure. I use some of my abilities.

Job Abilities >> Call Wyvern >> Wyvern summoned.
Wow!!! I think, this could be fun, after all.

Magic >> Blue Magic >> Cocoon >> Gainer the Protect effect.
Definitely this is going to be fun!!! Ensure.

Now, with a little more confidence, leads me to the top of a mountain, from where I hoped to see the horizon in search of some villages.

Once at the top of the mountain in the distance I could see a small town.

Walking into this place, an idea appeared in my mind ... What will be the reaction of these people to realize that I'm an Elvan? I just hope not to be too strange for the villagers, I though.

Near the outskirts of the village, I met a lot of fuss, People were running desperately to hide in their homes, Surely be scared when they saw my Elvan ears.

But no, that was not ... People were running in terror to see my Wyvern behind me, believing that even I will be the victim of their jaws.

Once I realized my mistake I asked to him to leave, Because it was scaring the people of this small town.

After a few seconds of total silence, I heard a loud bang ... The people approached to be able to touch me and thank the gods for my powers. Even some of them thought that I was a god.

Just when he was starting to enjoying my new status in this world.

I got a message from a GM saying, that my account is being investigated & will be suspended for an indefinite period. Since you apparently are using malicious software.

Vulneratus could remember it like it was yesterday, E Pluribus Unum and Forces That Be had littered the floor of Thrall's throne room with horde guard bodies. Frostfire bolts and pyro blasts from our mages had set the whole place ablaze but we hadnt come this far to stop now. This was our final stop for the day. The horde forces were making a final push through the door lead by Bigcola with the rest of his Wrecked crew close behind. We knew this was it, it was now or never. Yorn and Leg had Thralls attention as they focused all they had left on his weakening body. Clauric and Auranor let out explosive shot after explosive shot on Thrall while Vulneratus and Billy filled the entrance to the throne room with criticals from their volley of arrows as Meph went on a killing spree, dropping horde after horde into a massive pile of bodies. As Thrall neared death Dane knew it was time for the final strike. He turned and yelled "ALL ON THRALL, THIS IS IT!!" They all turned to unleash their fury. A final killshot from the well geared yet under appreciated hunters brought Thrall to his knees. It was done. One final typhoon from Levana pushed the remaining horde back and they scattered, knowing it was over. The celebration began and Shortnsweet and Verine opened portals to Dalaran. Amidst the joys and laughter Vulneratus began to feel a sadness in his heart. Just before stepping through the portal he yelled out through Ogrimar "WE LOVE YOU DEPRIVED. YOU ARE MISSED!"

When the fog cleared from the port they noticed thenselves not in Dalaran but in a strange new world. They gathered together, weapons drawn, ready for anything. Ready to take on the new adventure that awaited them. They said nothing to each other, there was no need to. This would be just like any other day for EPU and FTB. They would ravage this land just as they had done Azeroth. Taking whatever they wanted and leaving nothing but death and destruction in their wake. Sig broke the silence with a battle cry and the slaughter began. Hyboria would never be the same all thanks to a Blizzard patch day bug.

Shadowwulf eyed the Ahriman suspiciously. It was, after-all, a type of monster he had killed numerous times before. This one however, was different. It talked, instead of fighting. "So, you tell me, there is a portal opened in the north-west reaches of Xarcabard? One thats never been there before?" Shadowwulf said. "Yes, indeed adventurer, a bright yellow/green portal, with two monstrous creatures guarding it, unlike any I have ever seen before. They kill all Xarcabard creatures who go near there! I myself nearly died, barely fleeing with my life." said the Ahriman.

"Hmmm, how interesting" thought Shadowwulf, "This could prove to be quite an interesting adventure. I love exploring new places, and killing new monsters. I wonder what challenges would await me on the other side of that portal. Well, only one way to find out".

"Take me to the portal" said Shadowwulf. "Are you crazy? I just told you I nearly survived my last trip there! There is no way I'm going back, NEVER NEVER NEVER! Aswani is not stupid! Aswani smart!" fumed the Ahriman. "Well, you have two choices. Lead me to the portal, and possibly live, assuming I can kill those two creatures you spoke of, or die right now, as I have killed many of your brethern. You know I will, I know the other Ahriman whisper my name in fear. You'll be just another notch on my brown belt." laughed Shadowwulf. "Curse you forever Monk, you and all of your descendants" screamed Aswani. "So, does that mean you'll take me there then?" said a grinning Shadowwulf. "If, so lead on!"

The Ahriman, Aswani to his friends and enemies, lead Shadowwulf through the Glacier and into Xarcabard, setting a quick pace that Shadowwulf was thankful for, since it kept him warm despite the frigid temperatures and calf-high snow. They climbed several hills, always making their way upwards.

Finally, after what felt like hours of walking, the Ahriman stopped and whispered "There, there are the two creatures who killed my friends and nearly myself. Behind them, in that copse of trees is the Portal. I've done what you asked, let me go now, please, I wish not to die". "Fine, go you coward. If they were really your friends, you would want to avenge them, but I guess you monsters don't place much value on the idea of loyalty, do you?" said Shadowwulf angrily. "Exactly right human. We monsters value our own lives first and foremost. It's why we'll be around LONG after your cities are nothing but distant memories." With that, the Ahriman took off back down the hill-side, intent on getting to saftey before the action started.

The creatures were like nothing Shadowwulf had ever seen before. Tall, at least 8 feet, heavily muscled, with dark brown fur running the length of their arms, chest, and legs. One held a sword as long as Shadowwulf was tall, the other gripped an axe that looked like it could fell a Treant in one blow. Still, Shadow had faced down larger and scarier monsters then this before. While they were big, they were probably slow. Just needed to separate them before the fighting started.

Shadowwulf thought for a few minutes on just HOW to separate the two. After 5 minutes and no ideas, he decided on the classic "Throw a rock off into the woods" bit. Looking around, however, Shadow realized he would have to use a snowball instead, since he couldn't even see the ground. After rolling one, he aimed for a tree about 50 feet to the right of the Axe-wielding creature and threw as hard as he could. The hit was perfect, and lo and behold, it actually worked. The creature looked to it's companion, spoke something un-intelligble, and stalked off to where the snowball hit. Shadow quickly rolled and threw another snowball another 50 feet to the right of the last one, luring the other Creature even further away. Then, when it was gone, Shadow stepped out from his hiding spot, summoned the mystical energies inside of him, and nailed the remaining creature with a Chi-blast.

The chi-blast struck the creature mid-chest, singing it's fur, and knocking it back a step, but other then it, it seemed to merely **** the creature off. It glared at Shadowwulf, snarled something, and, to Shadowwulfs surprise, covered the distance between them in one quick bound. "Crap" thought Shadowwulf "this things move much faster then I gave them credit for. I could be in trouble here". Still, Shadow never backed down from a fight, always willing to dive in head-first no matter what, and he wasn't about to start now. Drawing out his knuckles, he slammed his fists into the creatures mid-section, causing the creature to blow expel it's breath out in a rush. Shadow got into his fighting stance, forced himself to enter a heightened state of focus, allowing him to see openings in his opponents defense, and enabling himself to move faster to dodge the creatures attacks.

The creature was fast and strong, a rare combination, even among creatures Shadowwulf normally fought with friends. However, after his initial onslaught, Shadow realized the creature didn't have much staying power. All that was needed was to inflict as much damage as possible, and being a Monk, that was something Shadowwulf excelled at. Shadowwulf summoned all his martial arts expertise and entered his ultimate fighting stance, increasing his striking speed many times over. "If this is going to be a brawl, then so be it" said Shadowwulf to the creature "you're about to get a lesson in real strength."

Shadow started punching the creature as fast he could, hitting the creature a dozen times in just a few seconds. "Yeah, this is working! It'll be dead in no time" Shadowwulf thought. Just as he thought that though, something huge crashed into him, knocking him to the ground and holding him down. "Damnit, it's the other one, I completely forgot about it! Stupid Shadow, stupid" thought Shadowwulf dazedly, as he stared up into the other creatures slavering face, "I don't think I'm going to survive this encounter after-all. Well, at least I went down fighting at my very best".

Suddenly, the creature on top of Shadowwulf shrieked and jumped off him. Unable to believe his good fortune, Shadow lay on the ground staring, as the creatures fur burned under a fierce fire. Looking around, Shadowwulf quickly discerned the source of the fire. It was Aswani, the Ahriman! Realizing this was exactly the distraction he needed, Shadowwulf regained his footing, screamed out "Asuran Fists", and unleashed a devastating flurry of punches and kicks at his original opponent. It was all that was needed to finish the creature off. It's bloody and broken body lay at Shadows' feet, the snow around it turning a bright crismon red as it's life-blood soaked into it.

Looking around, Shadowwulf realized the other creature had rolled in the snow, putting the fires out, and was steadily advancing on Aswani, a disturbing look of malice and anger in its eyes. "No, I won't let him die now, not after that act of courage" said Shadowwulf to himself. "Hey, you stupid Flea-bitten Fur bag! Over here! Yeah, I'm talking to you mutt! Come pick on someone your own size!" he shouted. The creature stopped and turned towards Shadow, a sheer look of hatred in its face. It gave a mighty roar and sprang towards Shadowwulf.

Shadow waited until it was right on top of him, then let loose a mighty kick to it's face, snapping its head and neck to the side, and causing it to roll several feet to the side before it hopped back to it's feet and started to stalk back to Shadowwulf, respect and a bit of fear in it's eyes now. "THUNDER IV" shouted Aswani, a massive lightning bolt coming from the sky to strike the creature, setting it's limbs aflame and causing it's body to convulse. The creature fell to the ground, alive, but barely. Shadowwulf calmly walked over to it, bent down, and with one hand lifting it's head, slammed his other knuckled fist into its head, crushing it's skull, instantly killing it.

"So, maybe you were right human. Perhaps we monsters should place a higher value on friendship. If we did, perhaps there wouldn't need to be war among our peoples. How about you and I start that journey together. You and I have avenged my fallen comrades. Shall we go into the portal and find out what awaits on the other side?" said Aswani.

Shadowwulf was stunned at the Ahrimans' words, stunned, and yet, happy to hear them as well. It had been a while since he had had a good traveling companion, a friend to share stories and food with. "Yes, let us embark on this new journey together, in peace and in friendship. Whatever we find on the other side of this portal, we'll face it together". With that said, the two, walked towards and into the yellow/green portal, the light nearly blinding them. When they were through the portal, the snow was gone, and they were near a massive lake with huge trees surrounding it.

Thus begins the epic journey of Shadowwulf and Aswani, as they explore a brand new world, the world of Hyboria.

Edited, Apr 20th 2009 6:37pm by Spazdeathnight

Azkatron was born a wee little human, who was blessed by the dragons and became their kin. Osh'vir was his father and he was a Drakkin. Osh'vir being of the wind Azkatron enjoyed his druidic power to travel at a whim to the far corners of the world. He boasted oft that he could travel farther and faster than any man or beast. Till one day he was tested in a bet most sore.

He had been drinking that day, though twas not often his custom. When in strolled a bard and a wizard. He laughed in his cups as these two walked by.

Quoth the bard "What seems so funny sir?"

Azkatron paused with a smile. "I was only thinking that a slower pair I had never seen."

The wizard's face darkened, but a smile curved the bards lips.

"You must be that braggart, who believes that he is the fastest in all of Norrath."

"Aye, that is me, though I also travel the planes with merry ease."

"Well then, perhaps you will place a bet, 10,000 pieces of platinum that my friend and I can beat you to three places of your naming."

Without a moments pause Azkatron nodded, downing the last of his ale.

"Let it begin, first I say to the far reaches of Blightfire, in the camp there." The spell flowed from his lips and he felt the room twist, in a blink he was gone through a pale mist.

As he arrived on the other side, he merrilly strolled down to the camp, where to his great surprise he found the bard and his friend kicked back on a stump. Grumbling that this would not be as easy as thought he declared. "To Everfrost or bust."

His hands rose in the air as he summoned the gate, and mere moments of runing from the other side, came to Everfrost with a twinkle in his eye.

But there again awaiting on the other side was the bard and his friend chuckling quietly as his jaw dropped and then clenched.

"Very well, I see you are good, but now to a place to which only I could."

"Any where you can go, we can go faster, We can go faster anywhere than you."

His vein stood out in his head as his jaw tightened. "Then follow me to the doorstep of Oblivion and back!"

He summoned the power his father gaver him and sheer energy flooded his veins, his tatoos glowed with the mana around him, the very fabric of space seemed to twist around him.

The wizard spoke "Stop, you know not what your doing!"

Laughing at the wizards plea the power flooded the area and space warped, and in a blink he was gone forevermore, from Norrath at least.

For when the portal closed around him, his body was battered and damaged. The winds of Oblivion tore at him. Had it not been for his powerful cocoon, he would be no more. But instead he landed on a farshore. Awakening with strange dreams, of lands that werent real in the realm he is now in. For Hyboria has claimed him, many braggarts art there. Hyboria is his to explore.

Astride a throne of putrid corruption she rests, her flesh tainted with the foul odor of a thousand-thousand cadavers. Among these, the bodies of the inferior, she makes her home and is one with it, for her ancient dwelling place is entirely constructed of shattered enemies… corpses of the fallen, and she is the Corpse Kicker.

Long ages she dwelt within the shattered lands of Norrath, longer even than many of the ‘old ones’ as they call themselves for she was born with it and is at once bound to and separate from it for the lands are teaming with life and life inevitably succumbs to death and she is death incarnate. Yet the endless cycle is not without its tedium. Though taking often more than her share of lives, her thirst for blood, hunger for flesh and compulsion to relish the wailing screams and ultimate death rattle of her victims seems to grow with each new dusk. She seeks new diversions to satiate her lust for carnage.

The vessel reeked sweetly of rotten sea life and the sweat and tears of laboring slaves. Few things brought a smile to her bloodstained lips as readily as the helpless moans of broken men unless it be the sound of those moans becoming screams and the screams ending suddenly as they die horrible deaths. And so it was that Corpse Kickers broadest grin in countless seasons gleamed brightly into waning moonlit just off the sandy shore of Hyboria. While her ill fated vessel crumbles against the rocks and will eventually fall into the blackness beneath her, she reflects upon the its ending as only the beginning of countless endings to come.


Faerless

Laciant, an elvaan warrior of the highest rank awoke with the sun as usual. Donning his boots and hefting the axe he's carried for many years he stepped out of his room into what, at the moment, seemed an ordinary day. “The sun seems extra bright this morning.” he thought to himself as he shielded his eyes with his hand.

The people of San d O'ria crowded the streets, nobles, peasants and merchants of every type of ware peddling their goods. The smell of food caught Laciants scent as it a light breeze passed by, right then his stomach rumbled reminding him that it was past time for breakfast. A mithkabob or maybe some stew. As he weaved his way through the crowd toward the aroma of the food that had his stomach in a riot. He noticed a small man lingering in an alleyway. “Surely he's not staring at me” Laciant said to himself when he notice the man slink back into the alley as soon as their eyes met. He had made his fair share of enemies over the years but by Altana's Light he didn't recall this fellow. Oh well he's gone now time for breakfast, Laciant paid the woman and took his mithkabob and gobbled it down. Time to meet Cliran and Civila, honestly what fun is traveling the countryside alone with nobody to talk to. He pressed into the crowded common room of the Lion Springs tavern to find his friend sitting at the usual table in the corner laughing . “You ready?” he asked as they both looked up in unison. With a nod and a smile they were off, across the Ronfaure valleys nothing dangerous here save the occasional orc her and there but they were easily dealt with. “Where are we headed today?” Civila asked from under the hood of her mage attire. Laciant thought for a moment then with a smile said “I've heard some rumors of a odd crystal at the Crag in the Plateau”.

Suddenly Cliran shouted “Look, The outpost!! Which one of you brought lunch?” With a sigh Civila waved her hands and in an instant she was holding what looked to be a plate of meat and dried bread and pitcher of water. As many times as he had seen that Laciant was always amazed. With a nod to the watchmen at the outpost they settled in for a nice quiet lunch. After what couldn't have been more than a few minutes the shouts of a man caught their ears. They looked up and could see the watchman on the tower pointing toward the south. Laciant tiptoed trying to stretch his neck so he might be able to see what all the commotion was about. The man was on chocobo but it was slow and the he saw what the man was shouting about. Behind him a troop of orcs were closing fast. Pulling his axe from his back he turned to tell his friends but Cliran was already 10 strides ahead his martial arts training made him quick and Civila was already murmuring the lyrics to what he could only assume was a spell of some sort. He ran to catch up with Cliran and meet the invaders head on.

The armored skull of the first orc he encountered felt soft to his heavy blade. It wasn't an axe anymore it was an extension of himself he'd been using it so long. Cliran was dancing the dance of a hundred fists. It was so that a normal mans eyes could barely see the movment but one by one the monsters fell. “Behind you!” Cliran shouted. When Laciant turned an orc with is halbred high was about to strike and he could do was watch and wait no time to react with his axe already buried in another's torso. Suddenly the orc burst into flames and in an instant was nothing but ash. Civila it had to be her. Anyway it was done, the battle was over and save a few scrapes and scratches everyone seemed alright. “Now that's how you end a good picnic” Cliran laughed not nearly as out of breath as it seemed he should have been. When out of the corner of his eye Laciant saw a figure meld into to the shadows of the wood line. “We're not done here” he pointed to the woods and himself and his friends ran. “Cliran can you track it?” Civila asked. “I can he said, but it's no orc, it's a hume”.

When they got to the end of the river where the water fell Cliran told them “The only place he could go was in that cave behind the waterfall”. “Well, this wouldn't be the first time we've walked blindly into the unknown” Laciant laughed. Civila sighed and with a few words a small sphere of light appeard over her shoulder. “The unknown is one think, but by Altana I'll not go blindly.” she stated. The cave was damp and dimly lit with the glowing sphere, but dim was better than blind.

They couldn't have been more than 100 paces into the cave when the air turned sharp and cold, very cold. Civila moaned, and Laciant was barely quick enough to catch her as the sphere winked out. She was breathing, with a thud he realized Cliran must have fallen too. “Are you okay?” he called, but received no answer. Frantically he pulled his axe from it's nesting place on his back, not sure of what was going on. What had happened to his friends, why didn't he fall asleep?.. Then there was a voice “Be at ease my friend all is well” suddenly the cave lit up as if they were standing in the midday sun. “Who are you!” Laciant demanded and what have you done to my friends. “I am sorry Laciant.” the man said “But what i'm am here for concerns only you, and as for your friends they are sleeping and will wake up in their beds come morning”. “What do you mean concerns me?” he asked. The man began to tell his story of a world not of Vana diel, but of a land called Hyboria. After the man had finished Laciant asked “How exactly does that concern me?” The man sat for a minute, lost it thought maybe. “How I do not know, but my visions name you as a champion and that you must be there”..
“And how exactly do you propose that I get to a land that you cannot fly, walk, or ride to?” With the wave of the man's arm a line of light apeared and began to widen into a doorway. “Seek out Cornelia, she'll be able to help you on this journey” With on last look at his friends Laciant took a deep breath and stepped through the doorway that wasn't a doorway, from the cave to a hillside with flowers the type he'd never seen before. He turned to look back where he had came only to see a sliver of light wink out of existence. What had he gotten himslef into and what would Civila think about this, talk about walking blindly now in a land unknown to him with races and people that he'd never dreamed of he sighed and started down the hill toward a small town. The only way to end a journey was to begin and with that his adventures in Hyboria began.

Izashammie slowly looked around, he was tired, for he had just finished a long battle with a few of his clan members to free Norath from some of the more evil monsters that had tried to attack them in the plains outside the great city of Qeynos. They were all tired and had chosen to seperate for a few days to return to their home cities and spend some time with loved ones.

He was glad for he had heatd that his little sister was going to join his fellow shamans and venture out to face the unknown challenges to better her skills and maybe take over for him. He was getting too old for this, he regeted that he was human and did not age like the elves and half elves of his clan, laughing to himself, even thos little gnomes did not age as fast as he did.

He was going to gather some of his old gear and a few scrolls that might come in handy for Miashaman, for he remembered well the troubles he had fighting some of those creatures to get the proper ingredients to get these scrolls right. Maybe he could retire and start helping some of the youths of Halas prepare for the adventures that they would begin once they left Everfrost.

As he laughed at all of the gnolls that ran away as soon as he neared them in Black burrow he noticed something odd. There was a gnome that he had never seen before working on something ahead of him. What the gnome did not know was that a few of the bolder gnolls were sneaking up behind him.

Izashammie shouted, "The Tribunal has said that you evil things shall not harm any that are within our sight and presence." Chanting a few words and swinging his mighting hammer Marrowfel he quickly sent all of them within sight to their god and a little quicker then most had wanted.

The gnome finally turned around and said, " SHHhh....I am trying to get my Megamagicgizmoteleporter to work. If you had startled me I would have had to start all over and I am almost done with it. Just a few mor parts and it will be done."

"Umm....which would you prefer, a complted gizmo, or being rotated on a spit with a dozen or so gnolls getting their carving knives sharpened?"

"OH! That puts it all in a different light. But this is too big for me to move, the haflings I had hired to help me move this ran off for some reason. They shouted out something about run for your life or something like that but I was working on this piece of art and was to busy to pay any attention."

"Well let me see if I can help you. Is there anything I should be careful with or be worried about?"

"No no no. This is fragile but it is also very rugged for I want it to work in all sorts of enviroments."

"Wow, that sounds great. So what does it do?"

"What! Can't you see! It is great, it can do anything and everything. With the proper working it will amaze and amuse one and all."

"So let me get this straight, you have NO IDEA on what it does."

"WWeellll you are kinda sorta right. BUT, I know that this will make me one of the greatest Tinker's every know, EVERYONE will know the name of Badderden."

"okay, lets get this thing moving." As Izashammie grabbed the machine to start moving the gizmo there was a bright flash of light and he disappered just as he heard a very loud OOPS from the gnome.

When Izashammie woke up, he found himself in a stange land and had none of his armor or weapons with him. He also found that his memory was not the same and he did not know any of his spells and very few of his former skills. But he did noticed that his body had changed, and he felt young and strong like he did when he had first started out with his adventuring.

Looking around he noticed parts of the gizmo that came with him, most of it was junk, but some of it looked like small pieces of gold and silver, just enough to get him started in this new land.

"Well, I guess The Tribunal has more work for me now that Norrath was getting so that not many of the evil ones were safe to venture out in the lands." So picking up his humble gear, he set forth to start all over and try to keep up the standards of his clan The Fighters of Faydark.

Once a upon a time, a giant condor picked me up, flew through a cloud, and spit me out into Hyboria. When I awoke, I was being chased by a crazy barbarian into a strange land.

Hiswhitewings was out one stormy night investigating the Nyzul Isle ruins. Suddenly the sky darkened and a huge lightning bolt struck him rendering him unconscious. He awoke to a strange land named Hyboria. Is this just a dream? Or did that lightning bolt actually transport him to a new world?