Game 5705

[JulianTheApostate]

   

   

Since this is a full diplomacy game, it would be helpful to have emails, so I'll start:

Necromancer - julianta@aol.com

[Jon Deaux]

The Fairy Queen wishes to grant her blessings to all and welcomes communication and cooperation.  She can be reached via her envoy at: eric.truxell@gmail.com

Be kind to the forest folk in your regions.

[The Unencumbered]

The Druids can have cranberries thrown at them - berndj "in the direction of" yahoo

[Maximus Dominus]

Warlock - playbymail.net@gmail.com

[Wookie Panz]

You may reach the Alchemist at dwarncke@comcast.net
Greetings to all.

[Windstar2]

DE-->All

The Demon Princes welcome all takers at guy.freitag86@yahoo.com

[RELLGAR]

LY- can be contacted at Rellgar67@gmail.com or those who have my digits can text me.

[Croaker]

Dark Elves

Jernest@prodigy.net

[Maximus Dominus]

   

What seemed like eons had passed, but the War That Was would never be forgotten. The galactic scourge that is Darkseid forgets nothing, and he had dispatched his minions long ago to trek the offending entities whose path had crossed his, all that so very long ago. Vast tracts of space had been crossed, and countless dimensions had been scoured in the Dark God's pursuit of that which he would not release from the debt that it owed him, the debt that it had incurred. While his minions did his bidding without question or hesitation, 'twas DeSaad the Demented whom Fate had dealt the winning hand. And a great cackling laughter emanated forth from the region of Darkover.

"How appropriate!" DeSaad mused aloud to himself, his contorted facial features a constant reminded of the pain that he had inflicted upon untold worlds. "Do these fools think that they can hide forever?"

Such a strange place for DeSaad the Sadistic to find himself transported to by Boom Tube. In some strange twist, DeSaad's consciousness had become inextricably intertwined with that of a warlock of this world. Even as he adjusted to his unusual garb and the merging of minds, wherein his own mind had swallowed and devoured whole that which was once the warlock's mind. And without missing a beat, DeSaad's gaze shifted, turning to and fro, until at long last it settled upon a place far to the south, where no resided, also, a druid.

Long had DeSaad looked forward to this day. For what was the power of a mere druid compared to the vast reservoirs of power of an Apokoliptian God of Torture?

This was no ordinary warlock.

[Wookie Panz]

What seemed like eons had passed, but the War That Was would never be forgotten. The galactic scourge that is Darkseid forgets nothing, and he had dispatched his minions long ago to trek the offending entities whose path had crossed his, all that so very long ago. Vast tracts of space had been crossed, and countless dimensions had been scoured in the Dark God's pursuit of that which he would not release from the debt that it owed him, the debt that it had incurred. While his minions did his bidding without question or hesitation, 'twas DeSaad the Demented whom Fate had dealt the winning hand. And a great cackling laughter emanated forth from the region of Darkover.

"How appropriate!" DeSaad mused aloud to himself, his contorted facial features a constant reminded of the pain that he had inflicted upon untold worlds. "Do these fools think that they can hide forever?"

Such a strange place for DeSaad the Sadistic to find himself transported to by Boom Tube. In some strange twist, DeSaad's consciousness had become inextricably intertwined with that of a warlock of this world. Even as he adjusted to his unusual garb and the merging of minds, wherein his own mind had swallowed and devoured whole that which was once the warlock's mind. And without missing a beat, DeSaad's gaze shifted, turning to and fro, until at long last it settled upon a place far to the south, where no resided, also, a druid.

Long had DeSaad looked forward to this day. For what was the power of a mere druid compared to the vast reservoirs of power of an Apokoliptian God of Torture?

This was no ordinary warlock.

The Alchemist pondered this strange posting as he reached for another ingredient.

"Hmmm, said he.  It appears the rookie Warlock is already kicking sand at the very veteran Druid.  Perhaps the Warlock will be wishing HE had a tree to hide behind."