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Beltane Recipes

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'''Title: Beltane Recipes '''

'''Author: Desdemona '''

'''Asparagus with Chives and Blossoms'''

* 1 lb. asparagus
* 1 tb. olive oil
* 1 tb. sesame seeds
* 2 tb. fresh chives
* 16 chive blossoms
* 1/2 tsp. soy sauce
* salt
* pepper

Wash and blanch the asparagus in lightly salted boiling water for about 3 minutes or until crisp-tender. Rinse with very cold water and drain well. Remove the chive stalks to separate the flowers. In a skillet, heat the oil over medium heat and add the sesame seed. Stir for 1 minute, add the snipped chives, and stir for one minute more.
Add the asparagus and soy sauce to the skillet with a few pinches of salt and generous grindings of pepper. Stir well, cover, and cook for a minute or so. Remove the lid, sprinkle the chive blooms over the asparagus, and cover for 1 to 2 minutes so that the chive blossoms steam briefly.

Stir lightly and taste for seasoning. Serve hot.

'''Goat Cheese & Spinach Turnovers'''

* 1 tb. olive oil
* 1/2 diced red onion
* 2 cloves minced garlic
* 2 bunches spinach
* 2 oz. soft goat cheese
* 1/3 c. toasted pine nuts
* 3 tb. parmesan cheese
* 1/2 tsp rosemary
* 1/2 tsp lemon peel
* 4 pastry sheets
* 1/2 c. butter, melted

Heat oil in skillet, add onion and garlic and saute for 5 minutes. Increase heat, add spinach and saute another 5 minutes. Drain and press mixture to release as much liquid as possible. Transfer to bowl and allow to cool. Add goat cheese, pine nuts, parmesean, rosemary and lemon peel. Season with salt and pepper. Place one sheet of pastry on table and cut into 3 strips. Brush with butter. Place a tablespoon of filling at 1 end of dough strip and fold dough over to form a triangle. Repeat pricess with the rest of the dough and bake turnovers until golden in a 375 degree oven for about 12 minutes.

'''May Wine'''

* bottle of white wine
* 1/2 c. sliced strawberries
* 12 sprigs woodruff

Pour wine into a carafe. Add strawberries and woodruff and allow to blend for at least an hour. Strain and serve chilled.

'''Rabbit Stew'''

* 2-3 lb. rabbit with bones
* 2 tb. butter
* 1 lb. leeks thick-cut
* 4 cloves chopped garlic
* 6 oz. barley
* 3 tb. red wine vinegar
* 3 3/4 c. water
* 2 bay leaves
* 1 tb. dried sage

Melt the butter in a large Dutch oven, then add leeks and garlic and fry. Add the rabbit and cook 'til brown. Add remaining ingredients, save the sage. Bring to a boil, then reduce and simmer for 1 to 1 1/2 hours. Remove rabbit and let cool. Remove meat from bones and add back to the pot. Add sage. Stir well and serve. Chicken may be subsituted for the rabbit.

'''Meade'''

* 1 gallon water
* 4 lbs. honey
* 6 cloves
* 2 sticks cinnamon
* Juice and peel of one lemon
* 1 tsp. activated dry yeast

Combine first 5 ingredients in a large non-reactive pot. Boil for 30 minutes and strain into a crock that will hold it with a little room to spare. When cooled, dissolve yeast into the liquid. Allow to ferment in a cool place until it ceases bubbling and the liquor clears, then bottle and cap tightly, store in a cool, dark cellar (like the Yew crypt). It may be consumed in one month to one year of the brewing.

'''Irish Nettle Soup'''

* 12 oz. nettle leaves and stems
* 3 oz. butter
* 2 oz. leek
* 2 oz. onion
* 2 oz. celery
* 2.5 pints chicken stock
* 1.5 lbs. sliced potato
* .75 pint cream
* Salt and pepper

Wash the nettles. Melt the butter in a heavy pan and sweat the vegetables, except potato for 5 minutes without browning. Add chicken stock and bring to a boil. Add potatoes. Cook over low heat for 50 minutes, then puree. Add cream and salt and pepper to taste. Some extra butter can be wisked in for a richer finish. Serve.

'''Irish Oatcakes'''

* 6 oz. fine oatmeal
* 2 oz. flour
* 1 tsp. salt
* 10 oz. warm water

Mix oatmeal, flour and salt, then slowly add water. Roll out on floured surface to 1/4 in. thick. Cut into triangles and fry in a pan until golden on both sides. Dry out in a 300 degree oven until crisp. Can be eaten buttered or with wine and cheese.

'''Scotch Oatcakes'''

* 1/2 c. shortening
* 1 c. oats
* 1 c. flour
* 1/2 tsp baking soda
* 1/4 tsp salt
* 2-3 tb. water

Cut shortening into dry ingredients until crumbly. Add water, 1 tb. at a time until it forms a stiff dough. Roll to 1/8 in. thick on floured surface. Cut into 2 inch rounds or squares. Bake at 375 on ungreased cookie sheet until just brown, 12 to 15 minutes. Place on a wire rack to cool.

'''Donnegal Oatmeal Cream'''

* 15 oz. milk
* 1/2 c. cracked oats
* 1 beaten egg
* rind and juice of one orange
* 2 tsp sugar
* 1/2 oz gelatin
* 2 tb. water
* 8 oz whipped heavy cream
* Jam, thinned with water

Soak oatmeal in milk for 30 minutes, then cook in pan until boiling. Simmer 3-4 more minutes. Pour into bowl and add egg, orange rind and sugar. Dissolve gelatin in the orange juice and water, add to the oatmeal when cool. Fold in cream. Let set, then serve with thinned jam.

'''Savory cheese Scones'''

* 2 c. flour
* 2 tsp baking powder
* 1/2 tsp salt
* 1/8 tsp Cayenne powder
* 1 1/2 c grated cheddar
* 3 tb. Parmesan
* 1/3 c. butter
* 1/3 c. milk
* 2 eggs

Combine all dry ingredients, then add cheese and toss well. Cut in butter. Combine eggs and milk then add to flour mixture and gently knead into a stiff dough. Cut dough in half and pat each half into a 8" circle. Cut into wedges and bake on a sheet at 400 degrees for 15-17 minutes.



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Beltane Recipes

2012-09-10T15:05:30Z

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A Study of Dragons

2012-09-10T14:52:54Z

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'''Title: A Study of Dragons '''

'''Author: Neflite the Scholar '''

Dragons are one of the
intelligent creatures out
there. They possibly even
parallel that of the wisp.
There are three stages
of growth of the dragon
species.

First is the Drake which is a baby dragon. At this stage the Dragon or Drake is very playful and will try and play with anything they see moving. Many adventurers figure the drake is trying to assault them and kill the drake. They have the mentality of a cat seeing us mice. I doubt they want to kill us but they are too young to understand their actions.

The next stage in development is the full grown dragon itself. At this stage it is quite friendly. Many people have walked right next to them without the dragon attacking them. This is the best time to try and tame one. Taming them is not easy and should only be attempted by someone who has more then mastered animal taming.

The third and possibly final stage of the development is the Ancient Wyrm. At this stage it can cast magic. I figure that it takes centuries to achieve this stage for they are quite rare. Many of these are hunted by warriors seeking glory and treasture every year. Making them even rarer.

Perhaps it seems that Lord British's Virtues end where humans do. Every



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A Study of Dragons

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Let Me Show You Something: Book 2

2012-09-10T14:33:01Z

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'''Title: Let me show you something: Book 2 '''

'''Author: Styvnn '''

You see, this minor
irriration of an
acquaintance spent
healthy portions of
his time in this
fantasy, even more so
because he did not see
the humor in it. Oh,
let me recover from
this joviality! There,
now I am ready.
Perhaps I have lost
you as I have lost
myself once again in
this comedy. As I
said before, he spent
too much time in
reality. So much that
he actually thought
that the two worlds,
this one we create in
our minds and this one
we endure with our
bodies, somehow
coexisted in reality! I
but to hear him carry
on about such things
was, well, quite
entertaining!

The sun had nearly
fallen now, and for
some reason or
another the store
owner had neglected to
turn on any but the
outside light, most
probably because the
incompetent owner
had fallen into rest in
some corner of the
kitchen, so anyway,
this silly jester
became to me just a
shadow. The darkness
had all but wiped out
his features to me,
which I considered a
merciful thing
because just before
his face had taken on
that pitiful tone that I
was glad to be
delivered from. As a
matter of fact all was
dark, except of course
that beautiful
diamond ring that I
had mentioned before.

Anyway this ring
must have picked up
that bit of light I
mentioned to you
before because it took
on the most peculiar
glow about it. It
seemed as though it
had a light of it's own.
All this I tell you
because around this
time I received the
most unusual feeling
that this disembodied
ring was the source of
the tale not the fool.

"Such hopes I had,
such very nice
dreams. I thought the
loneliness that fell on
me so quickly would
one day fall away in
another arms. I
dreamt that things
could be different."

Then it was very
quiet. That dark
silhouette of a man
turned to me. His
eyes, brimming but
not overflowing with
tears met my own,
briefly and a sudden
smile dawned on his
face. Literally. It
glowed there in the
darkness, even out
shadowing the light of
the distant ring.
Although it shown for
but a minute, it
seemed to add years to
me.

I was transfixed,
the perverbial deer in
the headlights, or in
this case a sadist in a
smile and well I didn't
quite have the force to
respond. So I sat there,
just looking at that
smile, wishing with
all my might that it
might be removed
from me and the light
of the ring would
shine once more, but it
didn't. Only this
desperate smile
burned in the night.
To be quite frank, I
was frightened
because in that smile I
saw some sudden
revelation. I know it
was silly, but
somehow I felt that
silly cad had
somehow... found out
that which I did not
wish to know. I turned
away, I could not bear
to look. Instead I tried
to find that dimond in
the darkness and
shadow. I couldn't.
This dark form
shadowed over me,
this damnable smile
burned into me, and it
burned into him
deeper than my
pessimism realized
and I could not find
that ring. It was
shadows, it was
darkness, and it was
that damnable smile
but it was not the ring!

I looked desperately
for some comfort but
found no solace! No
comfort only darkness
and pain. It was
absolutely unbearable!
I felt the heat of it on
my neck like some
baying wolf about to
rip the life from me,
my heart lept within
me, a heat rose to my
ears and, and...

"You find this quite
amusing don't you
friend?" said the
smile in slow
measured tones,
"That's ok, I once
thought so as well."

I clinched my eyes
shut, not caring or
bearing to look -- then
it was gone. With a
sudden flash the
lights came on in the
diner and the voice of
the keep could be
heard. Slowly I dared
to look, beside me lay
only an empty plate,
twenty gold peices,
and in the center a
ring. I hurriedly
pulled my pouch from
my vest and paid the
bill, quite intent to
leave, and had actually
turned to do so when
his voice came back to
me. The sweat was
cold on my hand and
my forehead. I was
quite sure that if I
turned my head I
would see him dead
there in a puddle of
his own blood there on
the counter or
collapsed on the floor
beckoning me closer
with dead hands, I
reached back, without
looking, took the ring
and with the damn
smile burning in my
back, left.



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Let Me Show You Something: Book 2

2012-09-10T14:32:55Z

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The Ongoing Journeys of Oberon

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'''Title: The Ongoing Journeys of Oberon '''

'''Author: Oberon, a wanderer '''

* Volume 2: ''The Search for Ellena (Part 1)''

Oberon's journeys
were still near their
beginning. Lucas
Eventide of Yew had
shown him that a life
could be made in study
and chronicle. He
decided to settle in
this Abbey for some
time. Eventide
informed him that, on
the very eve of his
arrival in the town,
that there was to be a
great celebration.
Horse racing,
gambling, and herding
were a few of the
events to take place.

Oberon, never
having been one to
turn down a chance to
celebrate, prepared
himself for the
evenings events.
Since he was a
tailor by trade, it was
simple for him to
make the costume
required to attend. He
was only
overshadowed in
clothing by his new
friend, the librarian,
Lucas.

He took the
opportunity to meet
many of the
inhabitants of the
quaint little village.
There was also many
travelers from abroad
who came to see and
take part in the
competitions. Oberon
gambled, drank, ate,
and relaxed. He had
found a new home.
Little did he realize
that he would meet
someone that evening
who would lead him on
a tremendous journey
across Britannia.

The darkness of
the evening had
hidden her from his
view from most of the
celebration. However,
long into the food and
drink and competitions
he spied her enjoying
conversation with
friends. Her hair
shimmered in the
glow of the lanterns,
fires and candles.
The light played with
her skin as if she
were the vision of
sunsets not seen in
Britannia for years.
He was compelled to
stand forth and be
known to this lady.

"I am Oberon..." he
stammered. Unable to
compose any more
thoughts into words
he stood silent.

"I am Ellena. I am
pleased to meet you."
With those words a
conversation was
struck in which
Oberon realized that
her beauty was only
matched by her
wit and intelligence.
He offered his
chronicles for her to
study.

"I would be
honoured to read your
tales."
He was humbled
and knew he could not
forget her kindness
and beauty, yet the
celebration was
coming to a close and
his chance meeting
with her would soon
be at an end. He felt
he should take the
first step and ask for
a future meeting. She
replied that it would
be possible, if he
would find her in
Yew or Trinsic.
Trinsic! What a
place. Oberon had not
seen beyond Vesper
only days ago, and now
he was to travel to the
fabled marble city of
Trinsic to find this
lady once again.

The morning
following the events,
the lady could not be
found. So Oberon
donned his armour
and put away his
quill. He set out on the
only road which left
Yew.

With the Abbey
far behind him,
Oberon wondered
what strange things
lay in the woods
between the small
village and Trinsic.
Vesper, his home,
was to the east,
Trinsic, to the south,
beyond the glorius
city of Britain. But
Oberon had no time to
stop there for a
burning desire would
keep him on path to
Trinsic.

Much of the
journey was simple.
The forest roads were
clear and without
trouble during the
daytime. However, at
night, Oberon cowered
in his bed roll for
fear that some
mythical beast with
two heads might scoop
him up and devour
him whole. Yet,
morning always came
and with it Oberon
found new hope and
desire thrusting him
onward.

It was on the third
night, just following
his crossing the
mountains near
Britain, that he found
trouble.
As he set his fire
he was besieged by
the most ungodly thing
he could imagine.

"Is this a dream?"
He worried, "Or is my
fate to be sealed by
this wretched
creature that stands
before me."

Strangely, the
monster did not move.
It stood and yet it did
not breathe. A human
figure stared at him
lifelessly, swaying
slightly with the cold
night breeze.
With all his power,
Oberon turned on his
side and noticed his
sword but two feet
away. Could he grab it
and not disturb this
foul thing?

No time to think,
he reacted, grabbing
his sword, he lept
from his bed and
swung with every bit
of might he could
muster. He attack
was meant with the
sounds of blade
cutting and chopping
wood.
Startled, he jumped
back and stared at the
thing in the darkness.
It still did not stir yet
now it groaned.
Now he had more
courage, he reached to
his pack and lit his
lantern. The light
spilled onto the trees,
the ground and the
creature.

What stood before
him was hideous. A
human without a soul.
The eyes are the
window to such a
thing and this monster
was without eyes. It
groaned again and
attempt to grab Oberon,
but it did not move
from its place.
Oberon circled it
attempting to find
what kept the soulless
beast from eating him
alive.

He discovered that
it was attached to a
tree. Its tattered
clothing had snagged
on a branch and thus,
the thing was unable
to move. Oberon
dispatched it quickly,
removing its head
with his sword. Still,
it did squirm, but
after sometime was
silent.
What a turn of
events. Oberon was
saved from the undead
by a life giving
creature, the tree.
Forever, would he be
thankful for its
second gift of life to
him.

The light rose on a
pleasant morning.
The creature still laid
silent as Oberon had
watched it all night.
Now that the light
shone he was not
afraid to bury this
creature. When he
had laid it in its grave,
he drew forth a piece
of its garment to mark
the grisly occasion
and noticed the name
on his label. Not to be
uttered again he
buried this fact not in
a grave but in his
mind, so that none
would know what foul
thing this man had
become in death. He
would be remembered
only by friends in
life, not through tales
of attempted murder.

Satisfied he was
finished, Oberon rose
and headed towards
Trinsic, still in hopes
of finding Ellena.
He was not to be
satisfied on his
arrival there, yet,
many tales can be told
of his adventures in
the marble city... and
they will be told.
...and perhaps he may
one day find the lady
which he seeks.

Those who read
this tale should be
watchful and
protecting of the lady
and let her know that
Oberon is searching...



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The Ongoing Journeys of Oberon

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Stories of Legend

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'''Title: Stories of Legend '''

'''Author: Vargaz '''

Reasons why one
should never build
doors facing north or
west. Many centuries
ago, the prophet,
Father Antos, fortold
the coming of a plague
of Locust that would
arrive from the lands
to the north. He
predicted that their
source area was so
important that it would
indicate who would
survive the attack, and
who would not. He
predicted that anyone
living in a house
having a door with a
northern exposure
would perish under the
onslaught. Two days
later, the locusts
came, and in the
aftermath, it was
discovered that only
the houses with doors
on the north wall were
destroyed.

.....The naturalist,
Ergan, incorporating
Algarth's discovery
that the sun rises
from the east,
theorized that the
nightly path of many
dark-dwelling nasties
could be traced. As the
sun moves slowly to
the west, Ergan
contends, shadows
increase in the east,
forcing monsters to
move that direction to
stay out of the sun.
Therefore, as
denizens of the dark
travel from the west,
they are more likely to
invade households
with doors that
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Stories of Legend

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Spirit of the Woodlands

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'''Title: Spirit of the Woodlands '''

'''Author: Takhin '''

My mother was a
Priestess of
Takhesis. She was
captured in a battle,
and help prisoner in
the High Clerists
Tower. There, she
fell in love with a
young knight, Sir
Rodham Nikor. They
renounced their Gods
and Professions, and
Rodham freed her the
day of her execution.
They lived in a shack
in the woods, and
thats where I was
born.

I was named
after Takhisis, the
Goddess of Darkness.
I did not follow my
mothers path,
however. I became a
Pristess of Chislev,
the Goddess of nature
and the forest. I lived
by her code. My
father was found in
the woods by a Knight
of the Sword, and it
was the knight's
sworn duty to kill my
father. Soon afetr, my
mother died of grief.
On her deathbed, she
told me that I had a
half-brother. He was
a knight of the lilly, a
Knight of Takhisis. I
set out to find him. I
saw a glint of blue in
the air, and noticed the
blue dragon. Somehow,
I knew it was my
brother. His dragon
started pulling into a
dive, and I watched it
land. That s when I
noticed an odd blue
portal. He steped
through it besore I
could call out to him. I
ran through the
portal, and my world
fell apart. I saw the
portal slide shut
behind me.

My brother was sailing
through a void and into
another portal. It
closed before I got to it.
All around me, I saw
these odd portals
opening and closing.
Then I saw it. My
salvation, and my
downfall. A black
portal. I slid through
it, and came face to
face with the creature
called "The Guardian."
He stared at me, and I
knew I was going to
die. All of a sudden,
time froze. My
Goddess, Chislev,
spoke to me. She told
me that I had to go back
through the black gate
and I would see a blue
gate ahead of me. I
was to enter it and
find a man named
Dalamar. He would
help me find my
brother. She also said
that as I passed
through the black gate,
I was to speak the
ultimate Cleric spell. It
would rob me of my
powers, bbut it would
close this black gate
and keep the guardian
trapped in this relm. I
did as she said. As I
passed through the
black gate, I spoke the
incantation. I felt my
powers slip away, and
saw the gate close.
Just before it closed, I
heard the Guardian
scream and he vowed
revenge on me.

A blue gate opened and I fell
into it, and into the
vast woodlands outside
of Britain. There I
met a young man
named Ng. He was not
well, and he was
prone to fits of
homicidal rage. I
found him after he
had just killed a
family. He did not
know that he had
killed them. I showed
him, and he was so
overcome with guilt
that he took out his
dagger and plunged it
into his chest. I
screamed and pulled
the dagger out. He
started to die, and I
would not let him. I
called to Chislev for
help, and felt the
familiar tingle. She
was with me once
again. I healed Ng, and
took his dagger. This I
looked deep within his
mind, and found about
his psychosis.

He was abandoned as a
child, and was raised
by wisps. He
suffered a horrible
blow to the head, and
that was when he
developed the
psychosis. I reached
deep within him, and
healed what I could.
He awoke, and shoved
me aside. He groped
for his dagger, and
then he noticed that I
had taken it. He
started to go into
another fit, and I
feared for my life,
but then he calmed.
All was well after
that. Then it came, the
dream. I saw my
brother dying. I set
off immediately,
without even thinking
of Ng. I made my way
to the city ov Vesper,
where I met a man
clad in blue robes. He
said that he knew my
brother, and he took
me to him. I lived in
Cove, and met my
brother Tasselhoff. I
told hime the words
that he longed to hear,
that he was loved, by
me and his mother.

His soul was finally
eased. Many weeks
later, I traveled to
Moonglow. There,
among the crowd, I
saw Ng. We
embraced, and told our
stories. How he had
become a theif, how I
had found my
brother. He agreed to
come live with me in
Cove. Finally, my
family was complete.



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Spirit of the Woodlands

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The Setting Sun

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'''Title: The Setting Sun '''

'''Author: Guntur Kivlov '''

It seems to be common knowledge that this world is but one of many shards, one of many pieces that shattered with the Gem of Immortality, but what is not known is the true magnitude of different worlds, several of which are very different from the Britannia you know. I come from one of these shards. Though the land that I came from was called Solice, I and my followers refer to the shard as Ragnarak. I will attempt to explain in this text several things, for both my followers and for the natives of this shard.

Ragnarak shard was very different from your own. The land the people, the governments were all different. There was no Lord British
or Blackthorn, there was only one moon, and we knew not of the Avatar. Perhaps the greatest difference between the two was the lack
of magicks. Very few individuals had the ability to use magic. I fortunately could, and was thus highly regarded within my clan. I have yet to understand the reason behind the differences, but that is not important.

To tell you the story we must start from a earlier point in my life. It was in my 15th year that those around me began to see the powers that I possesed. Our current priest was ill and his time was growing short. She taught me all she could for the next 2 years before she finaly passed beyond to Valhala. Before she died, she told us of a a council that would take me in and finish my teachings. The Order Machina. With her last wishes clear, I was sent off to find the order.

My voyage from my Icelandic home was long, and in that time I became more aquainted with my gifts. It was in the city-state of Avalon
that I finaly found myself. I was told that from here I would find the Order, or that they would find me. Eventually, I believe I was 18, I was brought into the order.

They showed me the true nature of magick and its relationship with the great machines, or Magnus Machina. I studied in the great temples of the order for some time before I became what they called, Engineer. I had become very powerful. I saw the machines and could turn them as i saw fit. I was the most powerful engineer the order had ever seen. When it was realised I had achieved such vison, I was put in the Order's most sacred council. It was from there that I was shown something that pierced my soul and left its mark even to this day.

The Books of the Machina. Volumes of scripture detailing every aspect of the machines. It was with my help that all of the books
were decoded. But our time to rejoice was short. It was at this time the Guardian found our world. This was the begining of the end. His minions began at out southern most lands and fought their way upward. The Order assisted when they could, but as the Gaurdian took Avalon, the Order fell with it. Avalon, the greatest city we had ever seen, and I have still ever known fell. The Guardian burnt it the the ground, what did not burn was crushed. With my Order destroyed, my only choice was to flee north to my homelands.

The journey left a trail of blood, straight to my clan's lands. And the Guardian knew me. He felt my power, but more nausiating, I
felt him. His power was unimaginable. I knew that we had only one hope, a device the books called the great gate. By this time most
survivors had fled north as well. with the whole of out world fighting at the borders of the icelandic highlands, the Guardian's minion's advance was halted. It seemed that they could not move any further, but each day a thousand more warriors were dead. It was in the dead of a harsh blizzard that I found our salvation.

Hidden in the mountains of the northern most point of our world was a temple. Inside was a passage leading deep underground. As fighting continued, I ordered all the remaining warriors to retreat to this temple. If i was right, we would escape, if i was wrong... I could not be wrong. The passage led to a large green sea, shooting up from the water here and there were wheels and gears, large pillars of metal tubing and wooded platforms. In the center was what the now burnt books told me was the control center of the great gate. I know that very shortly the fate of millions would be decided. A great crash sounded from above my head, rocks fell
from the cavern walls into the waters below. I took the levers of the controls and shifted them up and around, following the patterns
the books had taught me. When I had completed the sequence, the waters around me began to churn and glow. Great waves began to form
and before me began to rise from the water a great wheel.

All around us machines began to rise from the water and move, spinning and pumping. The platform began to quake and the great gate appeared from the water. It was gigantic, barely fitting into the large caverns. All around it smaller gears would turn and screech, sending echos throughout the the cavern. When all the machines had risen everything stopped. I looked around, silence. I turned to the quiet gate. It was so majestic in it's magnitude. It was then that i heard the rise of something in the water behind me. I turned and facing me was a serpent. It stared at me. It lowered back into the water, keeping only it's head above the surface. I could see into its eye, cold and all-knowing. I knew it's name, Rider, and its purpose, to protect.

It judged me. I was worthy. A glow lit behind me. I turned, Four rods flew at the corners of the machine. They slowly entered the gate, and with a great turn the wheel that was the great gate lit up. It was as bright at the sun, the gate was open... to salvation. I rushed back to the surface and gave the retreat, all that were left began to flow into the inner body of ragnarak, and entered the machine. I stepped out and looked over my scorched lands. I remember the feeling of loss. This place that had bore me life, dead and drying as its children left it.

The sun was low in the sky, only partly showing over the horizon. It seemed as if the forces of the Guardian were all about me, but the lucidity of the setting sun had captured me. I felt warmth at my back... it was the gate beckoning me. My eyes were glazed with
tears and I spread out my arms to embrace my solar father one last time as its light, ever-bright, was diminished and the gate took me.

With each beat of my heart one image will forever be burnt into my very essence, the last great vision of my world, the last sight of my people, our beloved, Setting Sun.

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The Setting Sun

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Of Darkness and Light

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'''Title: Of Darkness and Light '''

'''Author: Darkheart '''

As I sit here and
ponder, I am
confronted... by
meself, by her, by
him. I see my place
now, as she has
unlocked my past for
me, and given me back
parts that I had
forgotten, Or had
never known of. But
should I be grateful,
or fearful... I am left
open, more vulnerable
to the world, for now I
have more to lose than
ever before.

Perhaps this is
confusing... it is to
me. Or perhaps you
despise me, for being
of the dark... then you
do not understand. The
dark is not evil, the
dark is pain... loss.
And the light is not
good, light is
happiness... hope.
She is torn between
darkness and light...
that is what is said of
her. And I fear that it
is true. And if she
cannot decide, then I
will. She deserves one
that can protect her...
one that is unbound...
and I am neither.

What protection is a
man that battles but
with words, though
he would be willing to
die for her? If only to
see her safe, I would
relinquish any claim
upon her... though it
would pain me so...
Alas, I fear that I
have written long, and
perhaps bored thee, so
I shall finish now.
Just a thought, that I
once heard:

* "Sometimes the darkness finds a cause, and the light created is blinding...
* when such happens, who is truly the light... and who the dark..."



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Of Darkness and Light

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The Mythical World of Earth

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'''Title: The Mythical World of Earth '''

'''Author: Phoenix '''

Some say that long
ago we came from a
world, not much
unlike Britannia,
called Earth. Some
claim that there is
truly an earth that
that its peoples have
control over us and
what we do. I
completely dismiss
this theory as a fairy
tale. What people say
about earth is that it is
far more advanced
than what we have
here. They have
flying metal birds,
and moving metal
beasts that they ride
around in. Some
others say they have
things called
computers that
control us and what
we say.

Of course if
that were true then I
probably wouldnt be
writing this book and
saying it is mythical.
The world of Earth is
said to be very boring.
Some call it the world
of Mundane, because
well it is so mundane.
It lacks the magical
creatures that we
have here like the
wisps. The undead do
not walk around under
their own dark wills,
they actually stay in
the ground. Orcs,
Ogres,and Ettins do not
roam their forests,
and elementals do not
terrorize the people
upon land and sea.

Magic is unheard of
there, except for some
people. People work
all day and children
go to school. Its like
Britannia turned up
side down. People die
and cannot be
resurrected. The 8
virtues are nothing to
them, and they
worship gods. I dont
think I would like to
live in that crazy
mixed up world.
I will leave it at that.

* Phoenix, ''Ancient Sosaria and PreSosaria Historian''

''To'' my Friend, Alex

''From'' Phoenix



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The Mythical World of Earth

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Manuscript of Mondain

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'''Title: Manuscript of Mondain '''

'''Author: Nystle '''

So it is written that
Mondain had gained in
power and those who
followed his call
rejoiced.

* ''"Let there be nothing to stop the armies of Mondain from growing."''

With his hands
Mondain created the
power of ethereal
travel and he said.

* ''"Behold the power to travel to the worlds that have not yet been discovered".''

...And with his
army's Mondain
traveled from ethereal
plain to ethereal plain
spreading his word.
Those who would
oppose him would be
burned in pits of
wrath....
The plains
Mondain traveled
were many and his
conquests victorious.
When Mondain
returned to Sosaria
Mondain discovered
that a man named
British had began to
spread his ideals
in the land and thus
moving from the old
ways of the arcane.
Mondain who wished
to continue his
journey's and
teachings began to see
what was happening
and opposed this new
king who was
embraced by the
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Manuscript of Mondain

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'''Title: Manuscript of Mondain '''

'''Author: Nystle '''

So it is written that
Mondain had gained in
power and those who
followed his call
rejoiced.

* ''"Let there be nothing to stop the armies of Mondain from growing."''

With his hands
Mondain created the
power of ethereal
travel and he said.

* ''"Behold the power to travel to the worlds that have not yet been discovered".''

...And with his
army's Mondain
traveled from ethereal
plain to ethereal plain
spreading his word.
Those who would
oppose him would be
burned in pits of
wrath....
The plains
Mondain traveled
were many and his
conquests victorious.
When Mondain
returned to Sosaria
Mondain discovered
that a man named
British had began to
spread his ideals
in the land and thus
moving from the old
ways of the arcane.
Mondain who wished
to continue his
journey's and
teachings began to see
what was happening
and opposed this new
king who was
embraced by the
populas.



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The Lilly

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'''Title: The Lilly '''

'''Author: Tasselhoff '''

I was born to a
Priestess of
Takhisis. I lived in
the Storm Keep,
training to become a
Knight of Takhisis.
My father was a
knight of the lilly, a
warrior. He raised
me. I did not love my
mother. She did not
love my father. He
loved her with all his
heart. But she could
love only her dark
goddess. When I was
five, my mother and I
were trapped in a
fire, and she saved
her holy objects and
left me to burn. Thats
when I know she did
not love me. My
father broke open
the door and rescued
me. He trained me in
the ways of the
sword, and taught me
honor. But I did not
take to these lessons,
or to his dark goddess.
I did not want to be
honorable, did not
want to fight for
Takhisis. But still, I
listened to him out of
love. At the age of 18,
I was initiated into the
knights of the lilly.
My father was
proud.

The next day,
we led a march on the
High clerist's Tower. I
fought at my father's
side. I dreamed of that
day, but when it came,
disaster struck. I
froze. I was branded a
coward. I watched my
father's dragon plunge
from the sky, saw
him perish at the
hands of a golden
dragon. I ran from
that place. My dragon,
Bolt, was loyal to me.
She took me away
from there. I traveled
south, to the ice wall. I
wanted to die. I sent
Bolt away, but she
would not leave. I was
walking along the ice
wall when I saw
something odd. It
looked like a cave. I
went through it, and
was greeted with a
enormour labyrinth
carved into the ice.
The tunnels twisted
and turned. I saw a
few tunnels where
the snow was stained
red with blood. I
avoided those. I
emerged onto a huge
tundra of snow. There
were a few roads that
were clearly cut into
the earth. One had
small feet an hoopak
marks on it. Kender
trail. I avoided that.
Another trail had the
marks of ratmen. I
avoided that as well.
The third path had
human tracks. I told
bolt to follow that.

We
came upon a city.
They told us that were
were on the continent
of Nalasalon. We
traveled above the ice
plains, following the
rivers. We saw a
small building made of
a blood-red stone. I
told Bolt to set down
here. There was an
old woman inside. She
did not speak, but she
walked up to me and
placed a hand upon my
forehead. She showed
me a blue portal, and I
knew I had to go there.
It was in the forests
outside of Quailnost.
Before I left, I asked
the old woman who
she was. She jus
smiled and showed
me an amber amulet
with the symbol of
Chislev upon it. I told
Bolt to go to Qualinost,
and we traveled over
the ice plains of
Nalasalon, then over
the ice wall, and
finally we were in
Anasalon again. The
trip had taken us
many months, but as
we soared above the
forest, a glint of blue
caught my eye. I told
Bolt to land, and I
steped throught the
portal. I came into this
odd land of Fellucia,
in the forests outside
of Cove. I took up
residence there. And
this is where I live. I
soon learned that I had
a sister named
Takhin, and that she
was a priestess of
Chislev! That was
why the old woman
had helped me. I
finally met with my
sister, and she told me
the thing that I had
longed to hear. The my
mother did love me.
And that now, I would
never be alone.



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The Lilly

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Let Me Show You Something: Book 1

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'''Title: Let me show you something: Book 1 '''

'''Author: Styvnn '''

I had been sitting
there quietly as the
morning sun poured
through the window
of just another diner
in just another small
run down town, eating
whatever I had just
ordered without much
concern for my meal
or my surroundings,
just musing as I
sipped at my empty
coffee and
meandering through
pleasent thought. I had
successfully
retreated, but as I
have come to learn
such personal peaces
are always ended.

"Let me show you
something"

For a long while it
was a disembodied
voice, like one of my
own thoughts
wondering through a
daydream. It was only
just before I asked
myself what exactly I
was about to show,
that I noticed a
shadowed figure to
the left of me.

Well, not shadowed
exactly. I mean his
form was darker than
the air around him,
but only because he
was positioned before
the rising sun. The
light radiated around
him as though his
body was enclosed in
some glowing halo, or
if his body
shimmered. It was a
wholly interesting
effect, one that I
didn't particularly
care to see without my
sunglasses, however,
but then again I am a
pessimist.

So like I said, I had
been sitting there for
a blissfully long time
with my cup to my
lips and my mind,
well, my mind was
elsewhere, when,
much to my dismay,
this disembodied
thought echoing
through my mind was
suddenly reconized as
being foreign. As I
recall, the sudden
thrust of intellectual
power from the more
imaginative, and
infinitely more
fascinating portion of
my mind to that
smaller portion still
concerned with
reality could have
been easily witnessed
as a startled jerk. I
was slightly annoyed.

He, however, was
oblivious to my startle,
and did not appear be
aware of my jerked
motion or even indeed
my presence. This
was very disturbing to
me. How dare he
invade and drag me
from my preconscious
wanderings even
while he remained in
his own! It was an
ignominious affront to
common dignity, and,
as it is my custom to
do so, I was rather
determined to ignore
it.

But even as I
attempted to so, even
as I tried to returned
to my plate and to my
coffee, I instead
found myself
transfixed on the
pleasant fantastic but
once again by his very
unpleasant presence.
His dreadful presence
bored me. Even with
the extrodinary
effect of the rising
sun, or was it setting,
I must admit I do not
recall, anyway even
this effect lent very
little to his appeal. He
sat there at the same
counter as I slumped
forward from the
very edge of his stood
so that his elbows laid
harshly on the
counter and his hands
lay stretched over the
far edge. He was, as I
mentioned, a
dreadfully boring
individual.

However, he did
manage to carry my
interest in at least one
respect. He carried it
gently in his fingers
like young naive girls
hold their love's
flowers or better still
as a woman holds
their memories long
after the flowers
have died. It was a
ring, simple by
definition elegant by
design and well
beyond his class. It
seemed to me a very
stark contrast, a living
breathing paradox,
which, other than the
ring's beauty itself,
was primarily what
held my attention.

"Let me show you
something."

I was aware of this
subconscious echo, but
I did not acknowlege it.
I was content to
merely look at the ring
as it shimmered in the
light. It was beautiful.

"I bought this a long
time ago, when I was
still young."

Because my previous
glance had announced
him to be a young man
of approximately my
age, I did not at all like
what this comment
implied. Shadows
added age to the figure
but surely this was
just and added illusion
of the sun - yes it
was at dusk when I
saw him, I now
remember because the
particular expression
I saw on his face was
such that one could tell
it apart from the hope
of dawn. But of
course, that is
irrelevant, or at least I
thought so at the time
as my concearn was
with that beautiful
slip of a gold ring.

He said something to
the effect of "I
remember" as the
first hint of emotion,
a smile, dawned on his
distant face. He
paused. His head
turned and looked in
my direction, though
not at me, and said "I
used to" then stopped.
Now you realize this
shadowy figure bored
me, surely, because I
have told you, but now
his stuttering half
thoughts bordered on
sheer irritation. They
caused me to politely
turn my head to him to
acknowledge his
speech, as it is a
painful custom that
all mannered men
must endure, and
because they
prevented me from
properly examining
the very object that he
had just invited me to
witness. I came to
think that this man
was paradox
embodied, an annoying
reoccurring thought
that only proved that I
was being unduly
drawn to the
significant details of
this insignificant
man, which I was
finding was an easy
thing to do.

"I remember, as a
child I would dream."

I, of course, ignored
such foolishness. To
know what one
dreams of is truly
revealing of ones
character, as is to
simply know that one
dreams or had
dreamt, and I simply
did not care to know,
but he insisted on
telling me none the
less. Nostalgia, some
might call it, but
choose instead to dub it
foolish small minded
dribble.

He continued to
speak, first slowly
then more quickly in
the same manner as
water rushes through
a broken dike. As if
the dam that had
held back these
thoughts according to
the rules of social
dictate were slowly
eroded by the words
that passed through
some narrow fault, he
spoke of the silliest
things, childhood
thoughts, theories,
hopes and prayers,
and spoke of them in
the most curious
manner. He spoke of
them like they were
real, as if at some
point in his life he
could taste the
warmth of them in
his mouth or feel the
sweetness caressing
against his skin.

His every manner
and every word began
to convey something to
me, and I must admit I
began to find him
interesting, in a
humorous fashion, of
course. To much in
the world of the
unreal some might
diagnose him, but to
me it was just the
opposite, to me he
spent much to much
time in the world of
the real.

I myself am a proud
and frequent visitor
of the world of
fantasy as is
everyone, more so if
they refuse to admit
it. I do not pretend, as
many might think that
this is a bad thing, it
is healthy of soul and
spirit just to vacation
there. Why nothing
could be rightly done
if one did not visit, a
fact that I long
believed but could
never prove until this
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The Legend of Erol

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'''Author: Lucas Eventide '''

We knew little of
our fates for that dim
night. The town cryer
spoke to us about a
Hermit in need of
escorts to guide him to
Trinsic.
About thirty of us
choose to lead this
old man to his friend.
Our reward and
thanks would be given
in gold... and a secret
none had heard, kept
quiet through the ages.

So onward we moved,
Erol lead the way
with a strange aura
about him. We knew
he was afraid of
something deep
within those forests
and we were becoming
restless with his slow
pace. Still we passed
fish around and sang
trail songs in the
dimming light of
midday. Nightfall
began upon us near
the Britain-Trinsic
bridge. A surge of
magical energy was
heard, it hummed its
song as the rest of us
became backed up on
the blocked bridge.

As soon as the
magical wall had
faded we crossed and
found our companion,
Erol, had
dissapeared. Riddled
with dispair we began
a search for the
missing man.
With nightime
approaching ever
faster he came out
from his hiding.
He told us of his
dreadfull fear of the
arcane, the magical.
I would like to note
that I didn't blame the
man. To me magic flowed from the most
unnatural source of
power in Brittania. I
certainly wouldn't
hide myself from a
magic wall, but I
would prefer a long
walk over a recall any
day. So this man had a
point.

He continued
to a small tent and
campfire, telling us
his plans to continue
during the daylight
hours when the
theives and
murderers were less
likely to attack a
humble old hermit.
It was by the fire
that we all huddled. I
and my guildmate sat
on a rock and listened
to the uneasy laughter
and rigid speach of
the rusted warriors
that had come along.
Their stories were as
vast as the sea. Still I
hope I will remember
some of them for a
warriors tale.

Erol stood with his
brown shag beard and
untamed hair, draped
in his dusty brown
cloak.

"Well, perhaps we
can get part of the
compensation out of
the way now by
telling you the secret I
had promised."

We all silenced in
anticipation. I started
scrawling in my
notebook in hopes to etch a picture and the
secret in lasting
memory. He
continued, the flames
of the fire lighting
him from behind.

"How about a legend
of this very forest."
He paused to scan the
weathered faces of
the party. "My friend
first told me of this
story and it did put
fear into my very
soul."
And thus began the story.

"There was a
hermit who
experemented
with herbs, weeds,
anything he could
discover in the forest
and he discovered a
great deal. He found that he
required one thing that
he could not get
especially since he
had been a hermit for
the majority of his
adult life"

An elbow nudged my side and a young
warrior mouthed
'Laid'. A few muffled
snickers escaped the
crowd and let a little
tension out. Erol didn't
notice and continued
his speech.

"... learning to fend
for himself against
nature and monsters.
The one component he
required, one day,
wandered into his
small area. Twas a young lass by the name of
Madelyn. She was
very lovely, legend
has it. But, he was not
concerned with her
looks, nor her mind.
He was concerned
with the soul and how
it functioned with her
body and used her for
his vile experiments.
My friend told me
that the hermit had
never been found and
the only way the
story was told this far was because of a
few adventurers,
alive and well years
after the incident. They say he
succeeded in his
experiments even, but
required the flow of
one steady component
which grew in
number over and over
again." Now he looked
to each of us as a chill
was sent down our
spines.

"Have you heard this legend before? Or
have you heard of the
hermit's small area
within the woods?"
There were a few
quiet nays.

"Perhaps not, but I
can tell you it looked a
great deal like this
one." The clank of
swords could be heard
as the warriors began
to stand and slide their
hands to their
sheaths. "Madelyn
did not live to tell the tale. Only the hermit
could live on and show
others his vile
creations.

"The hermit named
Erol!" He burst into
blood curdling
laughter. His skin began to shift to a
thick red leather. He
grew to the size of a
giant and sprouted
wings. The skeletal and lich
minions swarmed the
small crew. You could hear screams as the
souls lifted from the
body. This was the
exact sound Erol
loved. The undead left a
stench of war
lingering in the air. I
forced myself to raise
a kryss to the
skeletals, knowing
that if I was attacked
by more that I was
sure to join their
ranks.

Erol cheered his
mob on, swating the
few warriors and
mages that
surrounded him back.
Many arrows and
swords slid across the
tough skin unharmed.
As more and more
fell, the battle seemed
without hope. Our
valiant were hoarded
against the thin walls
of the tent. Our
healers were busy
themselves healing
those most in need or
those most valuable.

It was by the
brightening light of
the new day that
hours of raging battle
came to a hault. We
stood staring at the
giant bodies of the
daemons, the
withering flesh of
zombies, white-
washed bones of
skeletons, and glowing
bodies of liches.
Sighing in releif we
started to heal our
wounds.

Then a youth
emerged, a young
maiden as beautifull
as her tale had told.
Madelyn smiled to us,
and gave us her
thanks for killing her
tormentor. For now
she was finally free.
She gave us each a
bit of gold to pay for
our expense, much
less than the jewls
and treasure he had
promised us for the
escort. However, we
had our lives. Which
was not something
that everyone who
traveled along could
say.
The rest of his
treasure would go to
the Healers of Trinsic
we were told.

As the sun shone
high and ended a long
day of adventuring,
we all parted to the
promise of a new
adventure and a forest
that was just a little
bit safer from the
hermit named Erol.



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'''Author: Krimzon '''

There was a time long
ago when I came upon the
face of true beauty. I
was just a lad of 25
then. I was walking
through the deep forests
of Britannia between
Trinsic and Britain when
suddenly I was set upon
by 3 fearsome creatures,
trolls they were and a
mite angry, but then,
have you ever met a
troll who wasn't angry?
I quickly drew my sword
and held my shield high
to meet the oncoming
rush, it was truly a
fierce battle raging for
what seemed hours, the
blood flowed freely and I
cannot be sure whether
more of mine own
coloured the ground then
of theirs. Two trolls I
had slain before the third
finally landed a Mortal
blow, thrusting his crude
spear through my fine
mail until the point
protruded from my back.
Death was upon me but
with a final oath to
Crom I threw myself
farther upon the spear
so that I could slam my
sword deep into the
monsters heart.
The surprised look on its
gruesome visage and the
sound of its last breath
escaping through a gurgle
of blood was comforting
in that I knew I would
soon be joining him in
the depths of the Abyss.
As I lay back it takes all
my remaining strength to
pull the spear from my
vitals. With that done I
settled back and accepted
my fate, finally an end
to the misery and
suffering of this
existance called life.

As the last vestages of
conciousness began to
leave my mind, suddenly a
vision appeared before me
that I will remember to
the end of my days.
First a searing light
that forced me to close
my eyes tightly. Then a
feeing of peace and
Tranquility such that I
have never felt before
nor am destined to ever
feel again. When I opened
my eyes again I beheld
an image of such
unfathomable beauty that
I truly felt I had
somehow missed the
Abyss and landed in Val
Halla instead, for before
me stood a Lady whos
very beauty made me
lower my head in respect.
Her hair a flaming shade
of crimson cascading
about her shoulders, her
eyes sparkling and seeming
to change colours in the
light and a smile that
truly warmed my cold
soul. Then she spoke and
it was all that I had
imagined the voice of a
goddess would sound with
the melodious tones
carressing my weary mind
like delicate chimes in a
gentle breeze, her words
I will never forget as she
said to me "Lord Krimzon,
it is not your time to
die for your heart is
true and there are many
in this world who still
need your help" and with
that she laid her hands
upon me and all my pain
seemed to vanish as I
watched the ghastly hole
in my abdomen close.
Then she put her hand
across my forehead and
said "Now you must sleep,
but fear not for I shall
watch over you and gaurd
you from any harm" and
with that I fell into the
deepest most untroubled
sleep I have ever felt,
the nightmares of havoc
and tragedy did not come
to me this night for I
truly felt comforted by
her presence.

When I awoke I wondered if it
was indeed a dream but
the hole in my armour
was still there yet I was
alive. Who, who could
have healed me, I
wondered aloud, then like
a whisper upon the
breeze I heard her
enchanting voice for the
last time, it said, "I am
Rune, The Lady of the
Forest, go now Krimzon
for you are needed
elsewhere" and with that
I was suddenly teleported into Britain and then a
feeling of such loss and
lonliness overtook me,
"NO!" I screamed "Do not
leave me for I am so
alone!" but the only
response was the startled
expressions of the people
of Britain looking upon
me with pity "Aye the
poor wretch has lost his
mind, teh teh" I heard
the people mumble. With
that I gathered myself up
and walked aimlessly into
the crowd vowing that I
would come to the aid of
the helpless as the Lady
of my dreams had asked.
Such has been my life
since, Crusader of
Justice, Voice of the
voiceless. Many times
have I been back to that
forest and although I feel
her essence she never
again appeared to me...
that was 30 years ago
and although I have
dedicated my life to the
pursuit of justice and to
once again finding my
true love, yes, I say true
love even though I had
only met her once, I have
yet to find her.

Now I await the welcome
embrace of death which
will surely unite me once
again with the only true
love I have ever known,
the embrace of

The Lady Rune.....



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IL RE DI OROLOGI 2

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" CORSA "! Perry
gridato. Gerald appena
stette in piedi la. "
CORSA "!

Il raggio " ubriaco
Ora... il piccolo
ragazzo... questo e
quello che io faccio ai
piccoli teppisti che
rovinano la mia notte.
ABBIA A LEI "!

Perry fece un
affondo in avanti con
la sua spada e taglio
nella schiena
dell'ubriaco nel
momento in cui lui
stava quasi per
muoversi in avanti. Gli
ubriaci si voltarono
lentamente. Nel
momento in cui lui
finalmente faceva,
Perry fracassato la
sua spada nel cranio
ubriaco, splatteing
esso tutta circa la
strada. Gli ubriaci
gridarono un terribile,
gridando come la morte
come lui cadde in giu e
la sua testa scivolo via
dalla lama di Perry. I
due bambini gridarono
con paura e
scapparono.

C'era un silenzio per
alcuno secondo.
Finalmente, Perry si
rivolse circa al
ragazzo e cammino
verso lui. Non c'e
bisogno per quel
coltello. Io non La faro
male. Ha paura, non e
"? il ragazzo guardo
su a lui come Perry
continuo con la sua
voce timida e pacata.
Ha " nessuna casa,
ha? nessuno per
amare "? Il
ragazzo accenno col
capo, ma non parlo. "
Lei conosce ragazzo, io
avevo un
lo persi. Come La...
piaccia venire con me
"? Gli occhi di Perry
riempirono con ferite
lacere ". Questo...
questo era il suo
orologio. Lei.... piaccia
lo, non La faccia "? Il
ragazzo guardo, il suo
ripieno di occhi con
ferite lacere anche,
ma suo terribile
sembro cambiato nella
felicita.

Perry stese la mano
per la mano di Gerald,
ma nel momento in cui
lui faceva, c'era un
suoni come thuner.
Lui colpi Perry...
qualche cosa lo colpi...
lo colpisca duro. Lui
guardo come se la sua
anima fosse bussata
fuori del suo corpo.
Tutto ferm per un
mintue: il mondo,
tempo, tutto. Gli occhi
di Perry si mossero
in giu a Gerald, Gerald
che guarda indietro
con preoccupazione.
Perry sorrise, poi
cada indietro nel
terreno. Il momento
che lui ha colpito, una
freccia scoppio fuori
della fronte del suo
torace con lo
splattering del sangue
sulla faccia di Gerald.
Gerald era stung,
mentre scotendo, e
guardo su.

Era un altro
guerriero. " E bene
ragazzo "? Lui
cammino su a Gerald. La fece male "?

Gerald era pietra, lui
non disse qualsiasi
cosa, solo stod la,
disgusto.

Il guerriero si mosse
su finito al corpo
dell'ubriaco, poi si
inginocchio in giu. Lui
borbotto poi alcune cose
al corpo morto,
pressocche cursing e
dicendo il morto
ubriaco alcune cose.

Gerald guardo su al
corpo di Perry, col
sorriso sulla faccia di
Perry. Perry ancora
era vivo.

Il guerriero stette in
piedi su, poi si
trasferi su a Perry e
guardo in giu su lui. "
Lei pezzo di limo ". I
warror disegnarono la
sua spada e l'alzarono
su. " SORRIDA A
QUESTO "!

Solo poi, Gerald
dondol al lef dei
guerrieri con la spada
di Perry, e taglio la sua gamba.

Il guerriero lascio
cadere la sua spada,
poi guardo in giu alla
sua gamba a grido. Lui
cadde su e cominciando
a rotolare, poi comincio
cursing sulla sua
gamba.

Gerald cammino su
al guerriero, poi col
suo piccolo coltello
comincio a pugnalarlo
nella faccia, col
guerriero che grida in
dolore e la faccia del suo Gerald stato
coperto nel suo sangue.

Finalmente, dopo
che i cervelli del
guerriero erano
poltiglia, Gerald
striscio su a Perry.
Perry ora era
morto.

Gerald ritorno ad
essendo un assassino.
Solamente questa volta,
lui sta cercando
qualche cosa altro
inoltre orologi. Forse
un giorno o l'altro, lui
trovera qualcuno come
Perry.



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IL RE DI OROLOGI 2

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Britannia era come
un cuore. Dall'est la
grande strada era come
una vena con sangue
che fluisce attraverso
lui.

Se Britannia fosse il
cuore e la strada la
vena era, quello che
era il sangue? Gli
uomini e donne, le
bestie gli animali...
tutti erano il sangue.

Ed il sangue che un
eroe ha bevuto. Questo
eroe era Gerald, forse
gli uomini di individuo
piu orrendi mai
avevano visto in quelle
aree. Gerald anche era
comunque, umano -
ma non un uomo. No,
Gerald era un
bambino. Forse la sua
innocenza infantile
imbroglio gli uomini e
donne che lui
assassino in pensando
che questo era un
ragazzo dolce che fu
perso.

Gerald visse in una
torre scura tutta la sua
vita. Un luogo molto
solitario era - nessuno
per parlare a. Quando
lui non era fuori sul
raods che cerca
vittime nuove della sua
slealta di topo
campagnolo, Gerald
scivolerebbe indietro
nella sua torre scura
ed ascolterebbe i suoni
dei suoi orologi
preziosi.

Si, orologi. Il
ticchettio e tocking
delle piccole
invenzioni
aaffascinarono piccolo
Gerald. Circa e circa le
frecce su loro ando. I
suoi occhi li
guarderebbero andare
circa, i suoi orecchi,
ascoltandoli segno di
spunta.

Forse questo era
perche Gerald
assassino e macello
popolo povero e
commercianti sulla
strada e nelle foreste.

Forse questo piuttosto
bambino alienato stava
cercando orologi. Lui
non aveva soldi; i suoi
vestiti erano stracci e
lui dove mangiare
difetti e la carne degli
uomini lui assassino.

C'era un giorno
diversamente da
alcuno altro. Questi
sarebbero il giorno
quando Gerald avrebbe
qualche cosa piu che
orologi per ascoltare a.
Questo sarebbe un
giorno quando Gerald
trovo un amico...
davvero, anche pi di
quello. Questo era il
giorno quando piccolo
Gerald stava per avere
un padre.

Era una notte fredda
con le lune di
Tramaglio nel nord.
Un uomo noto come
Perry era di notte
fuori. Lui era un uomo
timido, nel suo forties.
Lui porto un cappotto
puzzolente ed un
cappello allentato. Lui
non aveva mai un bella
nella sua vita; mai
chiunque per amare o
tenere caro.

Ma lui si incontro
con questo ragazzo.
Questo piccolo bambino
strano nel medio della
strada, stando in piedi
solo, fissando Perry
come se lui stesse
aspettandolo tutta la
notte. Perry si fermo
e fisso indietro.
Dissero qualsiasi cosa
all'un l'altro, fissando
solo tenuto ne Perry
ne Gerald.

Perry era il primo
per rompere il
silenzio. " Io devo
essere fuori da
giovane. Sebbeneio non
ho meglio qualsiasi
cosa per fare, e
probabile che ci sia
qualche cosa per me
abbatta la strada ".

A Gerald non piacque
quello. Lui guarda
crebbe con hatered.
C'era poi, il suono di un
coltello contorcersi.
Perry guardo in giu
per trovare un piccolo
coltello nella mano di
Gerald. Tempo si era
fermato, ambo non
facevano niente,
mentre aspettando solo
l'altro per intentare la
prima causa.

C'era un suono
profondo nello
sfondo... solo dietro a
Perry. Era il suono di
un guerriero ubriaco
ed alcune signore che
lui probabilmente ha
raccolto da una taverna
locale.

Gli occhi di Perry si
mossero al lato. Solo
poi, il leaped di Gerald
su a Perry e ficco il
suo braccio spedisca
sulla faccia di Perry.
Perry si ritrasferi
un pollice, in moto
lento che cade il suo
cavallo come sangue
volo via dalla sua
guancia.

Lui cadde al terreno,
come faceva Gerald.
Perry si mosse ai suoi
ginocchia e mise le sue
dita sulla sua faccia,
poi controllata per la
cicatrice. Come lui lo
senti, era piccolo, ma
stava sanguinando..

Gerald stette in piedi
su col coltello ancora
nella sua mano. Lui
stette in piedi la,
mentre guardando a
Perry. Poi... c'era un
suono. Era il suono di
qualche cosa suono. Gli
occhi di Gerald si
accesero. I suoi occhi
si mossero alla mano
di Perry per
trovare... un orologio di
festa.

Perry aveva notato
poi quel Gerald aveva i
suoi occhi mettere su
lui.

Il suono del
guerriero ubriaco ed i
suoi due bambini
crebbe louder come
loro finalmente si
avvicinarono ai due
uomini.

" Quello che ...
seguendo sente, "
borbotto l'ubriaco. I
suoi due bambini risi
come Gerald girarono
lentamente.

" E la... un
problema... scherzi "?

Gerald appena fisso
sul suo.

" E quello cosi "?

Un battuto.

" Io devo essere poi "
di permesso!

Nel momento in cui
lui fini dicendo che,
lui pugnalo l'ubriaco
nella gamba. Gli
uomini gridati come
facevano i suoi
bambini. Lui salto
circa cose sporche e
gridate al bambino, poi
disegno la sua spada.
Lui corse verso
Gerald, pronto colpire
ma Perry rese
impraticabile l'attacco
con la sua spada.

Abbastanza "! Perry
grido. " Lui e
solamente un ragazzo
"!

Ma gli ubriaci non
furono d'accordo ".
Quel ragazzo deve
pagare per forarmi
gamba! Riabbia, o Lei
paghi! Gli ubriaci
spinsero indietro
Perry in uno dei
bambini, ambo caddero
in giu. Il guerriero
ubriaco taglio a Gerald,
ma manco lo come
Gerald cada in giu. Gli
ubriaci calciarono
indietro Gerald alcuni
piedi, con Gerald
povero che rotola sul
terreno. Gerald che
guarda su con paura
nei suoi occhi.



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IL RE DI OROLOGI 1

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'''Author: Darkheart '''

I wandered, full of
anger, rage, and
terrible memories.
That which drove me
away still burned
inside me, fueling me,
keeping me moving
beyond my limits. All
I could think of was
my misery, my
condition.
I staggered into a
clearing, falling to my
knees in exhaustion,
as the world spun
around me. And I
breathed thanks as
darkness took me
away...

I awoke to the blaze of
a fire, and to the
unceasign internal
pain that I had thought
I had escaped. But the
dark was but a
reprieve, a temporary
alleviation, a rest. And
then I saw him...
A man, which many
would call handsome,
wearing soft robes
and walking with a
stave. He appeared
young, but carried
with him an aura of
ageless power.
And he spoke to me,
with a soft voice, a
voice that carried with
it the knowledge of
suffering, the peace
of redemption.

"My son, what
troubles you, why do
you wander these
woods?"

And I replied. I told
him more than any
other before, I told
him all. Such was the
power within him,
that I was but a child
to him, and felt that
way, dwarfed by his
presence.

And so he replied to
me. "I can help thee,
but there will be a
price, for you ask a
great deal."

So much was my
inner pain, that I did
not ask of the
consequences, nay, I
did not care of them.
And I told him so, and
he replied.

"As you wish, I shall
aid thee. But the price
is heavy. I know of
you, and of your
honor. I know that you
can serve my cause
well, and will. So I
will tell thee now, and
you will forget, but
you will be bound to
your word, e'en
though you remember
it not. Once I am
through, you will
forget. You will forget
your pain, your
anguish. I shall create
you anew, for a time.
Eventually you shall
remember, but you
will be able to cope,
with the aid of others.
You shall find a book
in your travels, that
will be your service to
me. Read it, and
spread the word. Find
the others, find the
prophet, and aid
them. I ask you a
second time, do you
still wish my
aid?"

And I agreed,
and bound myself
irrevocably to my
word. Yet he spoke
once again..."And
there will be other
changes too, but
unpredictible. You
will change, in many
ways, both visible and
not. You will become
another, an alternate
self."

"Some of these
changes will be
temporary, some may
be permanant. There
is no way to tell. The
third time, do you
agree?"
And for the third
time, I did, and he
bowed his head. And
as the world faded
out, I heard him speak
these final words...
"Good luck, pained one.
I fear that you will
become more than you
wish... light...
bec.mes ..d....."



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The Encounter

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Excerpts from "The Dark Birth"

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'''Title: Excerpts from "The Dark Birth" '''

'''Author: Jared Singh Ishbar '''

The lands shall fall and the seas shall rise 
steal the sun from the dark skies 
the silence is broken the black eyes burn 
the lesson learned for his pride 
the tide will turn seeking the truth 
amongst the stagnant halls beleive the lies 
to guarantee ones fall inside the walls 
fires again burn light had it's chance 
witness the dark birth. 

* ''From "The Dark Birth"''

An interesting peace
here indeed.
It seems
to be a form of
prophecy. I think tat
"the lands shall fall"
refers to the
appearance of the new
lands. "The black
eyes burn" i have no
doubt refer to Lord
Mordain's eys of
black. As to what "the
lesson" is though i am
clueless. There are
many other
references here that
are hard to
understand. I must
study more in hopes to
understand the
meanings.

* ''Jared, the Daystealer''



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Excerpts from "The Dark Birth"

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Excerpts from the Prophecies of Time

2012-08-28T20:09:34Z

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'''Title: Excerpts from the Prophecies of Time '''

'''Author: The Sage '''

I have discovered the
following regarding
that trickster
Mordain and his vile
master Mondain. I
beleive this passage is
the most pertinant,
taken directly from
the book of the
Prophecies of Time...

<blockquote> ''"...and will come a time when a darker shadow stalks an already dark land, offering dark powers to the easily swayed, hiding behind a veneer of civility. This shadow shall eclipse another shadow over time, for time is his ally, as his master is timeless in his captivity. Heed the warnings given by the very land itself, and do not trust this trickster, this hoarhound, for he is darkness itself..."'' </blockquote>

That passage is the
most relevant to this
moment in time,
though there are
others that will come
to pass shortly, I am
certain. I must go and
try to sway him back to the Light. Mayhap
I can this realm from
the coming Darkness,
which he heralds.



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The First Journey of Oberon

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'''Title: The First Journey of Oberon '''

'''Author: Oberon, Wanderer '''

'Twas a simple
beginning... he studied
and practiced
attempting to learn a
trade which we
provide for him.
Tailoring, which his
father had attempted
to teach him, was a
joyless activity for
Oberon. He could
make some of the
finest clothes in
Vesper, but longed for
something else.
Taking the advice
of his father, Bane,
Oberon focussed on
earning gold enogh to
build himself a castle.
This, he knew, would
never come to pass,
for a tailor would
work his whole life to
afford such a home.
However, in his old
age, he could not enjoy
it. Nor did he want
this. For years he
toiled and began to
focus his attention on
the gathering of hides
and wool. This
meanial task afforded
him the chance to
escape Vesper for a
little while and enjoy
a small piece of
freedom.

On one such outing,
Oberon encountered a
creature which he
had become use to
slaying, the mongbat.
It was neccesary to rid
the world of the
creatures in order for
the cattle to thrive.
However, after
Oberon had cleaved the
monster and skinned
it for hides, he came
upon a necklace around
the neck of the beast.
To him, this
suggested a heinous
kidnapping of a
beautiful maiden by a
raucous pack of the
monsters. He set out
at once to find the
captured Lady (for
her fame grew loftier
in his mind as his
travels into the forest
continued).

After a day's
journey, he came
upon what he
felt was the gang
which had kidnapped
his princess.
All that was left
was for him to slay
the five mongbats and
ten orcs to retrieve
her. Now, Oberon
had never encoutered
an Orc before, but, he
felt, how tough could
they be.
He threw himself
into battle, ever ready
to wade in the blood of
his enemies (in the
hopes of saving the
kidnapped Queen).
His battle cry
echoed through the
trees, and was met
with a harsh reply,
"Run you fool!"

At first Oberon did
not head the
suggestion and forged
ahead. His run was
halted by a fist to his
abdomen. Falling
towards the ground he
realized his fatal
error, which would
have the Orcs
muching on his thighs
for breakfast. He
was weak, slow, and
knew very little about
tactics. However,
before he hit the
ground, he was
grabbed and thrown
into a nearby shrub.
When he turned to
see the Orc who
threw him, he was
surprised to see only a
woman brandishing a
sword spattered with
black blood.

"Get gone, fool!" she
hollered. After a
moments hesitation,
worry for her
saftey, he followed
her plan. He ran.
Turning back once,
before plunging into
the saftey of the trees
he saw her blade
flash and plunge into
the chest of an
attacking orc. Facing
forward again he
rushed headlong into
the depths of the
forest.

Before he had run
far, he heard her
screams from behind
him. She had fallen
and there was nothing
he could do. Perhaps
his blundering had
caused her fate. He
ran on with the
screams echoing
through his head and
the sound of his feet
being resounded by
the forest. Oberon
ran until her death
throes ceased their
repeating in his mind.
And, perhaps led
there by some
unknown power, he
had come to Empath
Abbey. There he was
led onto a new path by
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Goddess of Nujel'm

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'''Title: Goddess of Nujel'm '''

'''Author: Aurum Oakmoor '''

There once was a
peasant girl who lived
on the outskirts of
Nujel'm. Her father
was the only family
she had, and he was
what some thought of
as a mage or seer of
strange visions. Many
feared him, and for
this they feared too
his small daughter.
Yet, for many years
they found happiness
together as a loving
family.

A strange plague had
broken out across
Nujel'm, which, at
the time, was a far
darker place than the
Nujel'm of today.
This plague was
killing the livestock
on the isle. Many
citizens thought this
to be the work of
demons or evil spirits,
or possible magic.
Many thought the
strange magician and
his daughter were to
blame.
A group of locals
banded together and
stormed the small
villa where the old
mage and his daughter
lived. The mage
urged for his
daughter to flee,
asking the spirit of
the ancient Living
Goddess to protect her.
The child fled,
unharmed, into the unforgiving desert
night. In the distance
she heard her father
as he was slain by
the mob.

The young girl had
never travelled far
from her small home,
especially the expanse
of the desert.
Hours became days,
and the wind, sand
and heat tore into her
flesh. She became
weak, clinging onto
life. Her time was
near, this she was
certain of.
This was not to be,
however, as she
caught sight of
something... a silver
oasis in this distance.
Somehow she managed
to find the last
reserve of strength to
the oasis. Once there
she greedily drank
from the cool water. She then saw the
most amazing sight...
a beautiful, dark
skinned and silvery
haired woman emerge
from the oasis itself.

<blockquote>
"Who.. who ARE
you?" the child asked.
</blockquote><blockquote>
"I am the Living
Goddess, the Lady of
the Oasis," she replied,
her voice hypnotic and
sweet. "Your father's
last request was for
my hand to guide you,
and that I have."
The girl had heard of
the Living Goddess.
Ages ago she was,
according to legend,
the protector and very
essence of the magic
of Nujel'm. During
her rule, Nujel'm
itself had prospered
into a beacon of
brilliance on Sosaria.
</blockquote><blockquote>
"I have granted your
father's boon, and
saved your life. Yet,
Nujel'm and Sosaria
have grown dark in
my absence.." she said,
silvery tears welling
in her eyes. "I would
wish to give you one
final gift. The gift
of the Living
Goddess."
</blockquote>

The child mutely
nodded in agreement.
With that, the
woman merely kissed
the child on the
forehead. Magics
shook the foundation
of Nujel'm, and when
all was settled, no
sign of the oasis
existed. The child
found herself alone,
but with all the
memories and powers
of enchantment that
the Living Goddess
had.

Thus was born the
new Living Goddess,
ruler of Nujel'm. She
took the mantle of
'Silverbrook' in
homage to the very
oasis that saved her
life. Silverbrook took
up residence in the
Visiting House (as it
has come to be known)
and the Palace of
Nujel'm.

''This story is merely legend and hearsay, yet interesting and very possibly true (as much as a tale passed through generations can be). Since the Living Goddess' return, however, Nujel'm has once more become a shining example of hope, strength, and unity within the lands of Sosaria....''



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The Glory Of Darkness

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'''Title: The Glory Of Darkness '''

'''Author: Dakeyras '''

''Entry 1''

I fought a lich today, twas a good deed done well. 
The creature almost had me but it perished. My 
heart is filled with pride.

''Entry 2''

It has been several days since my battle with the lich, 
but I feel ...... cursed. I awoke last night and there 
was blood on my hands. Where from I know not. 
I am deeply troubled.

''Entry 3''

I have started having dreams and they are driving me 
to madness....... 
But I enjoy them.

''Entry 4''

I went hunting today, but no prey seemed worthy..... 
until I saw the boy. Young a full of life, for some 
reason I was filled with rage, but that was quickly 
extinguished......along with his life.

''Entry 5''

The light hurts my eyes now, so I have taken to hunting 
at night.

''Entry 6''

It has been several weeks now, since my battle with the 
lich, and the blood of innocents stains my hands and 
permeates my very soul. I have tried to stop the killing, 
but I can no longer stop, my thirst for blood is unquenchable.

''Entry 7''

The people from the village came for me last night. 
I managed to escape.....just. I will take a long while for 
the wounds to heal. I need to be more careful with the 
selection of my prey.

''Entry 8''

I revel in death, blood and pain. The lich has blessed me 
with a gift beyond imagination. I now not why I killed him 
now......

''Entry 9''

I took a young woman from a village last night and drank 
deeply. The next day she awoke.....Twas strange indeed, but 
now I share the night with her, we hunt together and the carnage 
is glorious.

''Entry 10''

The hunters came for us a few nights ago, my dear Jolinar 
was killed as an arrow cleaved her bossom, the greif is 
overwhelming, but they paid and so did everyone in their village....... 
I now have the taste of their blood in my mouth, but the grief 
is beyond anything I have felt.

Why should I alone live with such pain?

''Entry 11''

I have decided to share my pain. I shall give my gift to all those 
I meet and they will kill. It will be a glorious tribute to my 
Beloved.....



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The Hero of Shame: Moridor

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'''Title: The Hero of Shame: Moridor '''

'''Author: Hesperis '''

Moridor the Great,
hero of shame and
known by many as the
greatest of heros.
Twas the battle in
Shame that this
valiant warrior took
his fame.
In the damp caves he
was the fighter on
the forefront of the
party always pushing
the tired soldiers to
their feet and giving
them the hope to travel
further.
One of these
warriors in particular
beleives that he was
the only reason they
passed the swarms of
Earth Elementals that
hit the weakened
party near the end of
their journey.

"There were hordes
of them, one after
another rearing their
ugly faces and
growling. I had run
out of bandages and
was nearly crippled.
However, Moridor
stood tall. Twas his
blade that crushed
throught the tough
elemental like sand. It
was amazing."

''- The Tale of Moridor: Hero of Shame -'' 
''by Lucas Eventide'' 

They headed into the
caves early that
morning, the heat was
already beating down
on their metalic-clad
bodies. The song of a
bard in their party
lifted spirits with a
light melody.

<blockquote>
"Behold the break
of daylight! 
"Soon enough we'll
see... 
"The treasures
there are bound to be 
"In the caves so late
this night.
</blockquote>

And for their guild
they trudged onward.
Practicing their skills
on the orcs that
wandered too far from
their home.
Through the forests
west of Yew's Abbey,
far from the safety
it provides, the party
came upon an
encampment. Burning
with the fire of
combat they jumped
into action. Fighting
like bears they ripped
through the orcs. A
mace cracked the bone
helmet of the orcish
lord. A katana's blade
sliced across an orcs
chest and spilled the
remains of a fawn.
Twas in the final
moments of battle
they realized how
ready they were to be
inside the caves. They
were wolves, a team
of warriors that knew
each others moves by
instinct.

The forest stood no
chance against them.
"Virtue, guide us
through the below.
Bring us safety as we
cleanse the earth of
the virtuless
monsters." And with
these few words they
headed down. Their
prayer was complete
and Moridor stood
watchful as they
plunged into the
muddy depths.
The light from their
torches cast
reflections on the
walls and the eyes of
the few animals living
in the darkness. For
the moment
everything was calm.
Then the clash of
swords began. Light
was dancing with the
combatants: a giant
spider, a slime, and an
earth elemental.
A spell flew to the
earth elemental. The
bard launched the
slime and the spider
into combat with each
other.

The team fought like
this for hours.
Burrowing their way
farther into the day
and the cavernous
expanse, they filled
their pouches to the
brim. Finally it was
time to turn back.
Perhaps they had
lost track in the
redness of hate but
they had a long way to
the place they had
come from.
Lifting each other
over baracades and
cliffs, Moridor
noticed the darkness
in his companion's
eyes. He dropped some
kindling from his
pack and lit it.

<blockquote> "Time to rest. Who
has all the fish in
this party?" </blockquote>

As quickly as they
lost hope, their spirits
were lifted again.
They ate and sang,
counting up thier
profits and gaining the
power to move
themselves on.
Footsteps echoed
down the corridors
and slammed against
the walls of Moridor's
camp. In the distant
flame-light he could
see the earth moving.
Everyone equiped
themselves and stood
back to back watching
the walls form into
arms, legs, eyes.
The elementals
attacked from all sides
their force was much
for the weary
travelers. Many came
down with ailments,
poisoned by the
spiders and the oozes.
Moridor fought with
grace and skill. Able to
heal his friends and
himself.

One of his warriors
had fallen in the
middle of the battle.
Nae dead, but crippled
enough. He dashed
underneath the
elemental, cut it to the
ground before it's foot
finished off the
warrior. Then pulled
his friend to saftey
and wraped bandages
around his wounds.

Twas because of
Moridor's efforts and
loyalty that the
elemental beings didn't
finish off the party.
hero sent by Virtue to
help them. 
Might his
name be known
throughout Brittania.

''(Recorded by Lucas Eventide of Yew
with the guideance of Hesperis' Chronicle.)''



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The Early Days

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'''Title: The Early Days '''

'''Author: Arda Windson '''

I dedicate this text to
Dr. Jill Ashcroft, a
lass with a life that
was too short, but she
left many who loved
her. She did give me
the courage for this
text. It will be written
in the third person,
for it is easier for me
to put to paper and
remember as such.

Arda was borne many
many, many years
past. His first
memories are as a
small lad in the
streets of the city of
moonglow. One day
when looking for food
an old man did come to
him and told him he
would give a roof over
his head and food in
his stomach if he
would do chores for
him and assist in his
experiments.

Not knowing what he
was getting himself
into, he agreed.
The old man did say
mystic words and
from the ground arose
a red moongate. To the
young lad it seemed as if the yawning maw
of a great beast or a
opening to hell. It was
the latter, for after he
entered the gate he
was trapped inside of
the tower of the old
man.

In the years that
passed, the young lad
suffered much
torture and saw many
fearful sights, The
old man turned out to
be one known as
Vermillion, he was a
very evil and corrupt
alchemist and mage.
Although Arda did
suffer much, he did
learn much as well,
for during the early
mornings or the late
nights when his
master was sleeping or deep in a trance or
other such task, the
lad did sneak off to
the study of the old
man, to read in his
spellbooks and
journals of alchemy.
He knew that if he
was ever caught it
could be the death of
him but the choice
was to either die in
servitude or die in an
attempt at escape.

On one fateful night,
the old man did have
Arda help him in
drawing a summoning
circle. He gathered the
needed suplies for the
circle and the old man
did set about conjuring
a great daemon. But as
fate would have it
something went awry
with the binding of
the beast and it did
break free of the
circle. It did grab the
old man by the robe
and spouted off that
while he attempted to
make him his slave,
The daemon would
make sure that for
that offence, the old
man would suffer an
eternity of slavery
and servitude. Seeing
his chance to escape,
young arda did run to
the study, where he
had hidden runes, and
reagents, and did
spirit himself from
that place. He did vow
that he would forever
remember the name of
that daemon, Nazool,
Nazool the dark.

Arda then did set
forth to the great
Library, this was in
the days when the
lady Mariah was
curator of the
Lycaeum. She did help
Arda track down how
he might have come to
be here. She did
suggest that he did
visit the city of Wind.
Mayhaps the great
mages of that city
would be able to help
him in his task.
Arda returned one time to his tower
of hell, to remove all
of value, both arcane
and mundane. He did
find someone to buy
some of the treasures
gained and did find
place to store the rest.

With that done, He did
set of for the forest
of samlethe, But that
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