The Tale of Wulfsblade
Title: The Tale of Wulfsblade
Author: Guardian
No doubt only a few
of you have ever
heard the name
Wulfsblade ever
mentioned,for the
seas have forgotten
the legendary blade,
forged by a god in all
his glory. The god
Aaragon. Lord of the
Light, title of the Lord
himself. The god was
wise to create
Wulfsblade, for the
blade chose it's own
wielder, the wielder
would be found by the
blade, not the blade
finding the wielder.
Chapter One: -The Forging-
The Gods called a
council. This council
found what they
needed, discussed
their topics, and found
what could be called
the truth. It was in
the Thousandth Life,
the period a million
years after the birth
of the ancients. The
Seventh Great War
had begun. The
forces of
Baka'arra'alamon had
gathered in numbers
never before seen.
Millions of orcs,
thousands of liches,
and ten-score that
many skeletal
wariors. In this age,
the elves, dwarves,
and ancients united, to
speak with the gods,
and destroy this great
evil. Their cross bred
races were created of
this, the creed signed
that none of them
should ever wreak
havoc upon another.
With this treaty, there came the creation of a new race, called infidels by the elves, and weaklings by the dwarves. So came humanity. The ancients bore a close resemblance to humans, but the ancients had very intense eyes, unlike humans, who had dull eyes in comparison.
However, this new race could choose it's side. Some sided with darkness, but many sided with light. Still, the war would not be won by those who aided it alone. So the gods met. The forging of the seven legendary blades began. From Huralen, Lord of the Storm, came Windsknife, a power ful blade possesing the powers of a storm. Brelaar, Lord of the Ice, forged Coldedge. This blade possesed all the powers of the frozen north. From Gurraaar, Lord of the Flame, came Blazesword, a blade with the power of the raging inferno. So came Seablade, Lightedge, and Darkblade, from their respective lords.
However, the final forging came from Wulfen. The other gods began to watch with mounting anticipation. After a decade of the fighting had passed, the final blade was made.
Wulfsblade emerged from the forge. Always it would find it's wielder, just as the other swords would. Wulfsblade possesed all the powers the Lord of the Wolf held, from the knowledge and sight, to the unbridled power. It was called the head sword, because not only did it embody all the powers the Lord of the Wolf had placed into it, but he had spent those years gathering the magic of the other Lords. It was to be handed through a family, for years and years, until it was no longer needed. And so it came, the birth of a legend. And so entered the fray, Wulfsblade.
Chapter Two: -The Battle-
As the swords entered
the fray, the tides
began to turn. The
ancients, who wielded
the swords, now
rallied the armies of
light together. The
battles began to turn
with the defense of
Maa'raa'kal, an
outlying world. The
enemies were
completely trounced,
the forces of light
holding their ground
with only a dozen
fallen, according to
ancient scripts. The
forces of light forced
the enemies off to the
very surface of
Darkwurld, the very
spot where evil was
said to spawn from,
where the demon
lords themselves were
said to be born. The
strongest of these,
Memnoch, began to
create his own
ultimate race. He
worked hard, creating
experiments, causing
vampires, ettins,
darkmares, now
known as
Nightmares. He
finally made his
dream truth, creating
Dark Wyrms. Each
Dark Wyrm created
could destroy almost
any creature in single
combat. His powers
let him create only a
score of them. So
great were they, only
a wielder of one of the
blades could ever
destroy one. These
beasts even plagued
lesser elves and
dwarves, and their
kin, on the world of
Krynn. These men
began to create
weapons, called
Dragonlances. Made
of a rare mystic
silver, and made only
with a god blessed
hammer, the lesser
races supplied the
others with these
powerful weapons.
The weapons killed many dark dragons, and rumors have come to me that one group of lancers even defeated seven wyrms. The final battles approached, and dragon flights were commonplace then. A truce was finally declared. The dark wyrms began to fall into a mystic sleep, and the legendary swords were stored. They have remained swords were stored. They have remained stored for thousands of years, waiting until there is again a need. In each of the great wars, their power has been called upon. Each war came with Memnoch's forces becoming stronger and stronger, and with each day, the darkness seemed to come closer and closer.
It seemed the wars would never end. But then the gods decided to place their hopes on the the shattered realms of Brittania. If the lands could hold, then all would appear well. However, the law included that only one of each of the toys of darkness and light could be placed upon the world. The light chose the dragons, and darkness the orcs. The humans were placed as the deciding factor. However, the treaty was not observed. Soldiers began to enter the realms, ancients, elves, and dwarves joining the dragons. Daemons, ettins, undead, and other fiends joined the orcs in their battles. It seemed nothing would decide the outcome, and that this would be the longest of the great wars.
But at the coming of the Second Thousand, a new hero emereged. Known as Blackwulf, he was the child of the wolf and of Kerrik- Aaragon, maiden of the Darkness. It was said that Wulfen and Kerrik had gotten his parents together, and then made them fall in battle. He became one of the greatest warriors ever, intended to wield a blade of the gods. It was said only one would ever be as strong as him. They claimed his son, Aragon'th'Wulfen would one day weild the Wulfsblade.
-The Seven Lords-
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Kerrik: |
Kerrik-Aragon: |
Wulfen: |
Huralen: |
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Brelaar: |
Gurraaar: |
Prolonis: |
