http://www.sisterworlds.com/ 2010-07-30T18:56:21-07:00 http://www.sisterworlds.com/ http://www.sisterworlds.com/lib/images/favicon.ico text/html 2010-07-29T12:34:59-07:00 khavikanum http://www.sisterworlds.com/doku.php?id=gaeleth:people:people&rev=1280432099&do=diff The people of Gaeleth are a strange and varied bunch, from spymasters to minotaurs, shadows to merfolk. Among all those people, some few have risen to considerable importance. They are divided among Player Characters (PCs) and non-Player Characters (or NPCs). There are still quite a few people on Gaeleth, so brief character descriptions have been provided, where possible. If necessary, press [CTRL] [F] from most browsers to 'find' a key word or person you need to look up. text/html 2010-07-29T11:46:33-07:00 rossphocles http://www.sisterworlds.com/doku.php?id=gaeleth:stories:stories&rev=1280429193&do=diff These are the stories of Gaeleth, as written by many of her loyal fans. Entries are made in reverse chronological order by date; more recent happenings on Gaeleth appear at the top, while older happenings appear at the bottom. Avenging Arpelos, Late Trivor, 1331, by Bo Brennan The End of Brotherhood, Davor the 3rd, 1331, Harry McKenzie Dreaded Nights, Spring, 1331, by Joe Parish Rites of Succession, Dalan the 18th, 1330, by Harry McKenzie Sacrificial Bears, end of Cal, 1329, by Joe Parish … text/html 2010-07-29T11:45:29-07:00 rossphocles http://www.sisterworlds.com/doku.php?id=gaeleth:stories:edrick_s_tale&rev=1280429129&do=diff Eedrick's Tale Lake Antille's foggy shroud made the valley the lake occupied seem to glow with an inner, fiery light in the midday sun's light. The perpetual fog bank was at its weakest, in the midday heat; but at the elevation of the Bloorineth Mountains, that weak fog bank still hid the surface of the lake from any observer -- even standing ten feet away from its shores. text/html 2010-07-29T11:45:06-07:00 rossphocles http://www.sisterworlds.com/doku.php?id=gaeleth:stories:creation&rev=1280429106&do=diff Creation Written by Harry McKenzie, copyright 2008; posted with full permissions; edited by Joe Parish.Teras: Dalan 3rd, 1320 Avard A small thin girl with dark hair, ragged clothing and a simple cloth patch over her left eye sat on the edge of the street watching people hurry past. She was slightly dark complected, thin and rather dirty. Baths were something the needy got few of in these hard times. Aside from the eye patch, there was little to distinguish her from the many other poor refugees … text/html 2010-07-29T11:44:40-07:00 rossphocles http://www.sisterworlds.com/doku.php?id=gaeleth:stories:niro_s_tale&rev=1280429080&do=diff Niro's Tale Niro paced along The Wall, his gloved hand occasionally reaching out to brush it. The Wall was made of huge slabs of polished black marble. Etched into the pure black marble were the rules and laws of the nation of Morth. It was a late hour, and Niro paced alone, beneath the twinkling of the stars, and the faint orange glow of the gas giant Maroth. The wind blew through the trees that sheltered The Wall, and Niro pulled his robes more tightly about him. text/html 2010-07-29T11:44:13-07:00 rossphocles http://www.sisterworlds.com/doku.php?id=gaeleth:stories:the_fourth_story&rev=1280429053&do=diff The Fourth Story Rial glanced across his desk at Daniel “Fourth” a'Namree. Fourth was younger man, perhaps in his mid-twenties, that preffered to stand over sitting. He grew no facial hair, and his waist-length pony-tail was clean and cut stylishly. His skin was bronzed from a lifetime at sea, and his hair had a faint golden touch to it, as though in just the right light it would transform from brown to blonde. A silver earring dangled from Fourth's left ear, and his brown eyes had the same spar… text/html 2010-07-29T11:43:49-07:00 rossphocles http://www.sisterworlds.com/doku.php?id=gaeleth:stories:cal_20_1327a&rev=1280429029&do=diff from Sidridel's Diary Cal 20, 1327A I write with a worn and weary hand. Baron Sadic is dead. His body lies enshrouded in the castle's vault. Velea, the half-elven speaker for the green dragon, lies dead as well. There is also every possibility that the dragon itself is dead. When Master Jandor and the others flew off with the dragon towards the east, flying in his clutches to catch Hetzil... Rocs attacked. The dragon cast a spell Master Jandor likens to a 'wall of pure force', as well as the s… text/html 2010-07-29T11:43:11-07:00 rossphocles http://www.sisterworlds.com/doku.php?id=gaeleth:stories:cal_2_1327a&rev=1280428991&do=diff from Sidridel's Diary Cal 2, 1327A The baroness Gaelax has a strong heart -- as strong as her well-muscled arms. Her desert elven heritage, perhaps, or simply having Sadic as a mate, has made her impervious to the dread of night. She kept all of us from going insane while the shadows themselves seemed to come alive. There was nothing specific we could see or point to -- nothing baron Sadic could see through the eyes of his familiar, Nightmare. The huge horned owl was impervious to the things in … text/html 2010-07-29T11:42:40-07:00 rossphocles http://www.sisterworlds.com/doku.php?id=gaeleth:stories:trivor_23_1327a&rev=1280428960&do=diff from Sidridel's Diary Trivor 23, 1327A Late upon the night of my last entry, a dragon came. Before we ever felt the trembling of the foundations of Sadic's castle, everyone else was asleep. The tomanths, and several sailors staying with us for the night, were all asleep. Only master Jandor, Mae, Sadic, Sarah, Kozak, and myself were awake in the dark of the night. And then came the steps of a creature that was no small size. text/html 2010-07-29T11:41:38-07:00 rossphocles http://www.sisterworlds.com/doku.php?id=gaeleth:stories:trivor_19_1327a&rev=1280428898&do=diff from Sidridel's Diary Trivor 19, 1327A I have been inspired by my master's library, and my master's spellbooks to record one of my own. 'My own'. It has a good taste to it. I have never owned anything of my own, before. I'm not entirely certain of my full name, but I know that it is 'Sidridel'. I'm not sure when I was born, or where. My memories are dim, and my past a turmoil of emotion. Truth be told, I was probably not even self-aware until last year. text/html 2010-07-29T11:41:18-07:00 rossphocles http://www.sisterworlds.com/doku.php?id=gaeleth:stories:sidridel_s_diary&rev=1280428878&do=diff Sidridel's Diary Trivor 19, 1327A “When mistress Brin thought she could contain me no longer, the wild mage returned from a nearly year-long sojourn. Jandor Firelight.” Trivor 23, 1327A “I ran to the ramparts to watch a frightening sight. The dragon was enormous, with the tip of his tail being out of bowshot from the beast's nose.” Cal 2, 1327A “Behind us, out of the fire, flew half a dozen ogremai. Swooping down from above us, they attempted to catch up to us, but we had the lead.” Cal… text/html 2010-07-29T11:39:16-07:00 rossphocles http://www.sisterworlds.com/doku.php?id=gaeleth:stories:mirror_mirror&rev=1280428756&do=diff Mirror, Mirror Written by Harry McKenzie, copyright 2007; posted with full permissions.Somewhere at sea... The crew of the brig Solstace was uneasy, they were a week out of Krivost and they had noticed another vessel folloing them. Ordinarily that would not be cause for concern, recently, however, a spate of pirate attacks had caused a sense of unease to develop whenever another vessel approached. As a further precaution, the captain ordered the catapults prepared for action and the crew to arm… text/html 2010-07-29T11:38:43-07:00 rossphocles http://www.sisterworlds.com/doku.php?id=gaeleth:stories:apple_demon&rev=1280428723&do=diff Apple DemonThe Straith family had been making a living at farming and ranching for three generations, out on the great open Shaefa plains. The Straiths could not compete with the great Toomar tribes across the sea, but they raised and sold decent horses. Perhaps once a year, they would go to the coastal towns and sell their horses and beef to the traders and merchants. Their oldest daughter, Rain, had even gone to far lands across the sea in search of better horse stock. text/html 2010-07-29T11:38:07-07:00 rossphocles http://www.sisterworlds.com/doku.php?id=gaeleth:stories:prat_s_war&rev=1280428687&do=diff Prat's WarMoror Stonehelm clomped through the halls of the Soapstone Towers, growling. Servants and guards got out of the dwarf's way in a hurry -- his enchanted battle axe was out of its sheath on his back, and its red-orange glow flickered like a torch of doom. Moror's golden-gray beard was bristling, and spittle occasionally escaped his lips as some of his growls nearly became curse words in the dwarven tongue. text/html 2010-07-29T11:37:35-07:00 rossphocles http://www.sisterworlds.com/doku.php?id=gaeleth:stories:the_lost_city_of_xoriah&rev=1280428655&do=diff The Lost City of Xoriah Written by Tom Jahr, copyright 2006Editor's Note: This story revolves around Aust Naillo and the Church of Xoriah, and begins around Trivor the 14th, 1329 Avard. Aust was played during Campaign V, Chapter Four -- the Quest for Al Mudim. This story has been editted into HTML format, but otherwise remains as the author intended. Related story concepts in the Fiction section are Prat's War, The Princess Sword, and The Lady Shore. text/html 2010-07-29T11:33:52-07:00 rossphocles http://www.sisterworlds.com/doku.php?id=gaeleth:stories:son_of_a_witch&rev=1280428432&do=diff Son of a Witch "Aegan!" He heard someone voice his name only distantly, deep in the dream as he was. In his dream, he relived a nightmare that at one time had been quite real. Aegan was deep in the hold of the bloated galleon Scarlet Skies. The ship's hold was dark, save for the flickering light of fire roaring around the hatches. The deck above creaked and groaned with a fire that seemed alive, and the chaos of their captors battling boarders. The smoke inside the hold was thick, choking … text/html 2010-07-29T11:27:49-07:00 rossphocles http://www.sisterworlds.com/doku.php?id=gaeleth:stories:new_beginnings&rev=1280428069&do=diff New Beginnings Written by Harry 'Mac' MacKenzie, copyright 2005.ONE Lord Captain Seamus Stonehelm was in an ill temper as he stalked through the streets of Gridolyn. He had been pulled away from his current quest by his superior, Lord Prat. Whatever it was about, it had to be urgent and serious for Prat to order him to temporarily abandon his quest and friends like this. People cleared his path like magic as he walked through the heart of the business district with his peculiar gait. Seamus wal… text/html 2010-07-29T11:27:12-07:00 rossphocles http://www.sisterworlds.com/doku.php?id=gaeleth:stories:chimera&rev=1280428032&do=diff Chimera Written by Brandy McPherson, copyright 2005Some where in the Eastern Warkore Mountains, a campfire snaps and sparks. Huddled around the small fire are five Orc. They are a ragged and scared lot. Sent out on patrol duty to make sure none of those pesky and dirty dwarves had tried escaping their holes, the five warriors set about eating dinner consisting of trail rations and a few choice carrion they found on their patrol. text/html 2010-07-29T11:26:43-07:00 rossphocles http://www.sisterworlds.com/doku.php?id=gaeleth:stories:prophecy_girl&rev=1280428003&do=diff Prophecy Girl Written by Harry McKenzie, copyright 2007; posted with full permissions.ONE Dianta Venderglast was more terrified than she could ever remember being in her twenty-five years. She had been en route to Kur Maeth on board the sailing vessel Killean's Fancy, when they had come under attack in the Aborean Sea. The attack had been totally unexpected, after all, what pirate would dare operate in waters patrolled by the Kur Maens? text/html 2010-07-29T11:26:02-07:00 rossphocles http://www.sisterworlds.com/doku.php?id=gaeleth:stories:tor_s_war&rev=1280427962&do=diff Tor's War Written by Harry McKenzie, copyright 2006ONE The first warning came just as Tor the Minotaur finished his breakfast. The horns carried by the city guards began to blare, summoning the militia and the rest of the City Guard to the walls. What had been expected for the last week was now upon the city of Kashin, the Ogarian forces had arrived. He pushed aside the remnants of his meal and stood up, picking up his huge axe and nodding to Bjarn and Hrothgar, his companions. Bjarn was a huma…