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'''Title: The Destiny of Landrake '''

'''Author: Vandrake '''


Once in Brittania, 
when the world was 
not of our moons and 
monsters plagued our 
cities. There was a 
kingdom built as 
Drakehome in the 
valley northeast of 
Yew. It was from this 
kingdom that a noble 
warrior named 
Landrake took fame.


Landrake was an 
ambitious boy, 
learning the ways of 
the sword as well as 
the ways of magick 
with the same 
strength and stamina. 
His journeys would 
lead him to all the land 
around his home and 
soon to his fatefull 
encounter. 
Twas a walk in a 
forest much like all 
others. He lay a few 
harts out for food and 
feasted at his camp 
for a short time 
before continuing out.
Here in the forest 
stood a grand mage, 
marked as the highest 
trained by the 
markings on his 
robes. His hair fell 
down unrestrained 
against the back of his 
neck. His feet and 
hands glowed bare. 
There was powerfull 
magic in the air, 
Landrake could feel 
the mana rushing 
around him.
He knew not of the 
consequences for 
disturbing the man 
however. And 
before Vandrake 
could finish his 
greeting, the ritual 
ended with a few last 
words muttered from 
the mage's mouth, a 
spell long forgotten or 
never learned by 
todays mages, "Vas La 
Co".

Suddenly the 
leaves kicked up, the 
heat from the small 
meadow rose to nearly 
burn the hairs on 
Landrake's hand. 
There standing in 
the placed that the 
mage seemed to be once 
was a monster whose 
sights have been 
nightmares in the 
eyes of our children 
for years. The beast 
was half-dragon, that 
much was apparent, 
but twas the glow of 
his eye and the 
thickness of his skin 
that showed his other 
half- Daemon.
It eyed the small 
warrior for a moment, 
a laugh played about 
it's lips. It turned on 
it's wretched feet and 
started for Landrake. 
Thus a game of cat and 
mouse began.
    
Landrake stayed a 
few steps ahead, 
knowing that when 
the monster had it's 
fun it would use the 
power that came 
natural to it... magic. Landrake burst 
through the trees and 
started across a 
clearing, he could see 
the water come into 
view on the horizion- 
the mast of a boat 
ready to carry Landrake to safety. A 
fallen log caught his 
foot. The taste of dirt 
and grass hit his 
mouth. He felt the 
sharp breath of the 
monster on his neck. 
In a burst of his energy, perhaps in 
knowing his death 
was near, he swung 
his sword with all his 
might and struck the 
monster. Black blood 
ran down the youth's 
hand. A fit of rage 
rushed forth from 
the mouth of the 
Deamon-drake.


"La co e neeno" 
Landrake knew not 
how the words came to 
him, nor what they 
meant but the flash of light and the 
appearance of a 
shadow brought the 
warrior to his feet. 
He stood ready to 
attack this new 
creature .
 
"Young one", the shadow spoke with a 
strange calmness, 

"Ye 'ave a destiny my 
child, a gift that 
makes ye more 
powerful than a 
Grandmaster. Ye are 
our chance to take back our lands."


It is said that the 
shadow gave Landrake 
the secret to his 
destiny.
Throughout his life 
Landrake battled the 
forces of evil in the land. His journeys 
are passed through 
the Drake lineage with 
each venture into the 
forest. 
 

''by Vandrake and Lucas Eventide''

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