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Martyna Z'muir at 06:38, 22 November 2008

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Martyna Z'muir: New page: '''Title: Charger of the Fallen''' '''Author: Fylwyn''' I don't hold with the overblown, self congratulatory boasting of adventurers. I find them lacking the facts, the substance, tha...

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New page: '''Title: Charger of the Fallen''' '''Author: Fylwyn''' I don't hold with the overblown, self congratulatory boasting of adventurers. I find them lacking the facts, the substance, tha...

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'''Title: Charger of the Fallen'''

'''Author: Fylwyn'''

I don't hold with
the overblown, self
congratulatory boasting of
adventurers. I find them
lacking the facts, the
substance, that prove a
compelling read.
So why, you might ask
gentile reader, have I
rendered my thoughts
in this same medium?
Having expressed my
disdain for the dubious
tales of others, this
must seem hypocritical
or self indulgent.
I have little defence,
save that posterity
must have a record of
this discovery and I
am the only one who has
the knowledge, and can
tell the tale. As I am
a retiring person, not
prone to boisterous
revels or even the
presence of others save
the closest of friends,
I set out alone. I had
no particular destination
in mind an it was after
weeks of wandering that
I encountered the most
marvelous sight.
You must understand
I was in a mountainous
area, surrounded on all
sides by majestic snow
capped peaks. The air was
crisp and refreshing and
a pleasant stream burbled
past. I decided to refill
my drinking skins from
the cool water flowing
by, and it was then that
I made my first startling
discovery. The water was
black!
No, I know what you're
thinking, the water must
have been very deep, or
the stones themselves
black. But this was no
illusion, the water was
no deeper than a foot
and the liquid a silky
black color quite unlike
the normal clairity one
sees. I was mystified, of
course. What could cause
one of the most basic
elementals of life to
change in such a manner?
What might this portend?
As I mused over the
implications, I was
startled from my reverie
by a noise, not unlike
the snorting of a bull.
Imagine my amazement
when I turned to see
what might have crept
upon me and beheld a
jet steed of such noble
proportions that I felt
I must be gazing upon
the paragon of horses.
From the proud arch of
the neck to the powerful
muscles just under the
skin, this equine shown
with unmistakable magic.
Unconcerned with my
presence, the lordly
creature drank calmly
from the strange water.
With each gulp of liquid,
the stallion's coat dulled
and became thicker,
coarser.
The glorious cascade of
mane darkened till even
the word pitch cannot
describe the utter
absence of color.
I was witnessing a
transformation that I
feared harmed this
magnificent beast,
and so I took the only action
that seemed reasonable at
the time.
I yelled, I screamed,
I shouted... I shoved
against the creature's
mighty body trying to
force it away from the
tainted water. But, alas,
to no avail. Once, the
equine turned and gazed
upon me with bright,
intelligent eyes, before
returning to quench its
mighty thirst. In horror,
I stood transfixed as
the final metamorphosis
took place. And then,
abruptly, I knew nothing
more.
I awoke, bound roughly
and lying on my side.I
was clearly the cause of
an arguement between
several people, who could
only be my captors. My
head pounding and the
blood thrumming painfully
in my bound limbs. I
strained to hear the
conversation. I overheard
just enough to become
very afraid. For you see,
gentile readers, these
people who call themselves
the Cult of the Fallen
are servants of Mondain.
Though dead, the legacy
of the wizard lives on in
the minds of his
followers. They work for
vengence alone, for the
corruption of Sosaria and
the destruction of all
who stand against them.
I escaped, as you surely
have devined, for how
else could I give warning?
The story of my flight is
not important and so I
will not waste further ink
on discussion of it.
Be warned, my readers...
be warned. There are
those, amongst us, who
seek the unraveling of
Sosaria. -Fylwyn

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 those, amongst us, who
 seek the unraveling of
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 substance, that prove a
 compelling read.
 So why, you might ask
 gentile reader, have I
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 must seem hypocritical
 or self indulgent.
 I have little defence,
 save that posterity
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 I encountered the most
 marvelous sight.
 You must understand
 I was in a mountainous
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 discovery. The water was
 black!
 No, I know what you're
 thinking, the water must
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 change in such a manner?
 What might this portend?
 As I mused over the
 implications, I was
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 and became thicker,
 coarser.
 The glorious cascade of
 mane darkened till even
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 that seemed reasonable at
 the time.
 I yelled, I screamed,
 I shouted... I shoved
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 abruptly, I knew nothing
 more.
 I awoke, bound roughly
 and lying on my side.I
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 I escaped, as you surely
 have devined, for how
 else could I give warning?
 The story of my flight is
 not important and so I