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The Official Discworld Site: L-space.org The Discworld MUD If you'd like to know, go there, and you can find out. I have a warrior, Nappa, and a wizard, Piccolo (yes, there's a theme here). The Books The Color Of Magic The one that sort of started it all. Rincewind, a would be wizard, if he had any magical talent at all, has been given an order from the Patrician of Ankh-Morpork to act as a guide. To the Disc's first tourist. A very, very rich, very, very naive fellow from the Agetean Empire, a place where gold is more common than dirt, and all those who live outside The Wall are invisible, blood-sucking, vampire ghosts. The Light Fantastic The continuing tale of Rincewind and Twoflower, last seen falling off the edge of the Disc. Making their way back to Ankh Morpork, via travelling shops, forests of talking trees, and ginger bread houses, just in time to save the world from... a big, red star. Equal Rites As everyone on the Disc could tell you, the eighth son of an eighth son is a wizard. But what if an eighth son had seven sons... and then a daughter? And, in the mix up, this daughter got a wizard's staff, and had to go off to become the first female wizard? Then... what if the person escorting her there was Granny Weatherwax, the most powerful witch on the Disc, who doesn't quite approve of these wizard's ways of using magic. Could all get very interesting. Mort Every year, in Mort's village, there is an apprentice fair. And, this year, it's Mort turn to start an appenticeship. And the fellow that turns up is tall, skeletal, carries a scythe and TALKS LIKE THIS. His name is Death, and appears Mort is going to study under him. Sourcery The eighth son of an eighth son is a wizard. Then if a wizard were to have seven sons, each of them as powerful as any wizard to walk the face of the Disc. Then he had an eighth son. A wizard squared, and a source of magic. A sourceror. With the power to reform magic and the universe itself. Trouble, with a capital T. And, of course, it's Rincewind who's left with the responsibility of dealing with this trouble. Wyrd Sisters Granny Weatherwax returns, along with the rest of her coven (which consists of Nanny Ogg and Magrat Garlick), in this parody of Macbeth. A slightly more distorted version that you'd expect, with ghosts, actors, and a author of plays named Hwel who is suspiciously like a well known bard of old England. Pyramids A young assassin, just graduated from the Assassin's Guild of Ankh-Mopork, Prince Teppicymon (Teppic for short) of Djelibeybi (pron. De Jelli Bebi. Think about it), finds himself a king. He returns to his kingdom and sets about being half conned into building a pyramid for his father so big, it's quantum (What's quantum mean? Add another [zero]). Finding himself trapped outside the kingdom when it rotates ninety degrees through the dimensions, he must enlist the help of the world's greatest mathematician, You Bastard the camel, and one of his concubines, Ptraci, in getting back.
Guards! Guards! Everyone knows dragons don't exist. They also know that if you believe in something hard enough, it does exist. So believe in dragons and... well, you start finding little soot patches littered around your city, and that's never a good thing. And the the only people who really have a chance of stopping it, or at least find out who's behind it, are Ankh-Morpork's Night Watchman. Samuel Vimes, who spends a lot of his time in a bar or the gutter outside it, Sergeant Colon, of the red, round, rosy persusasion that is more befitting of a butcher, and "Nobby" Nobbs, whose idea of hard word is working very hard to find a place where he can have a quiet, uninterrupted smoke. That is, until Carrot, the seven foot dwarf by adoption shows up to join the Watch, and turns everything upside down.
Eric Demonology. Summoning up a demon to do one's bidding. A good idea, in principle, if you can get them to do your bidding for you. If you tap into the Dungeon Dimensions though, you're going to get something much less pleasant. Especially when that was the last known location of Rincewind the 'Wizzard'. Not exactly a demon or, for that matter, a wizard, the young man named Eric that summoned him gets a very interesting tour of the Disc, and some of its more cannibalistic tribes.
Moving Pictures All Victor wanted to do was remain an undergradute student. Until, that is,the Alchemist's Guild stopped blowing up their guild house. All that could be heard was a strange clicking, like something rotating, and then a small voice saying "That's All Folks." Yes, moving pictures have made it to the Disc, and Cut-Me-Own-Throat Dibbler ("Fifteen pence, and at that price, I'm cutting me own throat") has wormed his way into the works. And he has he designs set on the longest one ever. A six reeler! With elephants, and the whole of Ankh-Morpork burning down at the end! And it shall be called "Blown Away." Something is watching from under Holy Wood hill though, and the magic of the silver screen may not be as good as it seems.
Reaper Man There are... not people, certainly. Maybe not even things, because that implies there is something to them. Let us call them auditors. They watch over the universe, trying to keep order. And life, in their... not opinions, because you must be an individual to have an opinion. In their Universe, there must be no personality and individuality. So Death, who has such a personality and even almost a life, must go. With Death off the job, no one is dying. Zombies, like the recently passed away Windle Poons, are rising up and... for the first time in their existance, really living. Meanwhile, on a farm somewhere out in the country, a tall newcomer has been proving to be very good with a scythe...
Witches Abroad The Witches return again, in a battle to stop Happily Ever After. Someone is messing with fairy tales in an effort to get power, and Granny Weatherwax is determined to stop this from happening. Now, how to get a servant girl not to marry a prince, how to keep the gumbo making lady of the swamp happy, and enjoy Fat Tuesday at the same time...
Small Gods Anything is possible, if you just believe in it enough. Gods, for example. With enough belief, any supernatural being can become massive and powerful. What happens when the belief goes away though? This is the question the formerly great god Om finds himself answering, and being a tortoise wasn't quite the answer he was hoping for. Now it's up to Brutha, Om's last true believer, to elevate his god back to his former status, in a world where everyone seems to be against him.
Lords And Ladies Men At Arms Soul Music Interesting Times Maskerade Feet Of Clay Hogfather Jingo The Last Continent Carpe Jugulum The Fifth Elephant The Truth Thief Of Time The Amazing Maurice and His Educated Rodents
Night Watch
The Wee Free Men
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