A crazed and motley gaggle of adventurers seek to claim the fame offered in the second occurrence of the grand competition held one year, one month, one week, and one day prior. Rumbl-o-Rama, the race to the place to feed your face! Competitors old and new alike dash, battle, and scheme to secure the grand prize, the Sharp Cheddar Legendary Dairy. Who will succeed? Who will die? Who will pay their exorbitant bar tabs?!?

Orson, a renowned assassin of dark magicks, has become too strong for his own good. Now, the Empire he served wants him dead, as do the inhabitants of distant elemental dimensions. He cannot stay in the shadows forever, and with some help he finds along the way, Orson must combat his old, evil ways in order to save himself--and the world.

A fantastic medieval tale of swords and sorcery.

One late night one would find her on a journey, already 7 miles from her home.. Tucked between two tree trunks, Jadis gazed out at the moonlight field. It shone like silver, so bright against the dark bachround of the forest. She looked also towards the speckled sky, the stars looked like glitterthrown by a child onto black paper. It was a beutiful night, but the darkness held secrets.

Odin has called upon the final descendant in a magical family line to save all creation. Four crystals must be acquired from the far sides of the world and across worlds before the world tree Yggdrasil collapses. She is young, however, and will need the help of her brother, a maniac, and whatever mythological figures cross her path.

With a bit of every mythology, there's something for everyone in this action/comedy.

[Ahh yes. Time to take my interest in WWII to the next level. WWIII!]

Death. Some would say it has no smell, but Alec would beg to differ. He'd been surrounded in it for two years now. If asked to describe the smell, he would say "Burning bodies, blood, and gunpowder." Most would suggest he get out of this line of work, but it was all he knew. It was all he had.

The old soldier wound his way through the streets of the town, his sinuous, Eastern dragon familiar following in his footsteps. Everywhere were the signs of a long, hard winter; sodden paths, waterlogged houses and still-white snowdrifts. Here and there, patches of grass, flowers and other growing things struggled to reclaim their world from the grasp of the cold season. The adventurer sniffed. He loved the cold, for some unknown reason it sustained him, and the signs of a coming spring always turned his mood sour.

The cheese of lore, the Legendairy, is up for grabs in the Rumbl-o-Rama race! It is the same thing all over again, but slightly different.

This doppleganger story sees the events of the original RoR from a non-elder member perspective, although pretty much the same people joined in. See the mad goblin, the blue clad vagrant, and Writer77 in his final RoR appearance ever!