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Go into all the world, and tell all people that new world is great.

We need to get out of the nexus quietly...

Noooo... Missed by one. Either direction would have been fine.

Tally-Ho!

Englefart the gnome floated in limbo looking for his doorway.

"That's not my doorway", he thought. "It's arches are too bumpy"
"And, that's not my doorway. It's keystone is too large".

Englefart turned to the next doorway, and the next

"That's not my doorway. It's voussoirs are too narrow"
"That's not my doorway. It's soffit is too plain"

He looked at the last two.

"That's not my doorway. It's spring line is too high"

At last his eyes settled upon the final doorway and his face brightened in delight

"That's my doorway! It's archivolts are soooo decorative"

Englefield floated towards it. ENTERed it and MOVEd IN

We are Great Horde, we not Necro warrious, we are alive, but you are not soon!

Good luck all

Gaia's Planters finally found a new home. 
Gaia used to say: "it is not the soil matters, and not even a weather, but the seeds that you are going to sow".
We brought our best seeds here.

Brave New World!

A new world? Let's explore. hopefully a few less undead hordes.

Waking from feverish dreams of undead hordes, the newly crowned mage king breathes a sigh of relief. It is a new day, am uncharted land. Opportunities abound....

New new world) We are here again)

so it begins

Where all undeads?

Again ?

It is rumoured that very unusual mushrooms grow somewhere in this world. Any sentient being can gain power from those mushrooms. A mage may instantly recover his mana pool.
We definitely have to find some and check it out! Let the quest begins!

The journey can begin.

A new world to discover !

Off we go to sail the seven seas.
What is this - a strange nexus? No exit to sea? Ridiculous! Let's try mountains then, those sound that they should be near sea.

The Atlanteans of Yore are open to working with any other faction for our mutual benefit.  Please don't hesitate.

We are the sons of the Angel, the blooded host, the defenders of Humanity. We are strength. We are nobility. We are the Blood Angels, and I say to you there are no more loyal or determined servants of the Emperor alive today.

Rome never looks where she treads.
   Always her heavy hooves fall
on our stomachs, our hearts or our heads;   
   and Rome never heeds when we bawl.
Her sentries pass on 
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that is all

                                            -- Rudyard Kipling

New world, new luck. Let's see what monsters await this time behind the gate. "Geronimoooo!"....

Once more, the gentle breeze arose to announce that a representative of the Children of the Four Winds had arrived in a nexus. Last time the deserts had been favourable for a little while, before that world's dark necromantic energies had devoured the people in a horde of zombies. This world seemed slightly livelier - time to try the plains or the forests perhaps?

Merewolf Cygwin once again sees the light of day. He blinks into the light and descends the mountain. Slowly the memories come back. Yes, he is the ruler of Cygwin, the one who has always been there and will always be there. The one by whose grace the kings of the Cygwins rule. He pulls the strings in the background. He is the hand of the king who wields his pen and his sword. Now come on, it's time to conquer a world.

At her seat of rime-crusted black rock, Utuk'ku dreams.

This world seems oddly familiar. Boundless deserts in any direction, even magic gates have sand pouring from them. Well, the choice is obvious.

Mogogash is a proud orc that wants to collect some herbs, chop some trees and breed some livestock.
Some quiet place near ocean should be the best place to do it all.

There is nowhere to hide, you filthy elf!

Corvin Ravens flew between the worlds. The leader of the flock saw shimmering portals here and there. All of them seemed to be lifeless. The flight had continued for several months when Torwin the Black Raven, the leader of the flock, noticed the portal with unusual glow and realized that was it. Their goal. The World.
Torwin waved his wings to his ravens and turned into the portal. Others flew forward. Torwin started to shapeshift and entered the portal in the form of a human.

If orcs infest this world as well, we have a solution

Iron Kingdom rules iron and stone.

Damn swamp.

Hi!!!
First turn..
Exciting... 
:)

Looking and lost, Peter scampers through the crowd in this strange place and darts for an exit.

The assassin's gonna get ya!

Noone makes it out alive!