Denieru
05-06-2003, 03:32 PM
There once existed a conclave of both men, elves and dwarfes. This was long ago when the moon was still one and the magic in the world was strong and powerful. They were united in their search for wisdom and in their effort to keep the forces in the world balanced. It was called “The Order of the sacred Lunar Circle”. The were not interested in power or ruling over others, instead they acted as guides and guardians of the world. But a archmage of the humans foresaw the breaking of the moon. Not even the combined wisdom and strength of the conclave could prevent this from happening.
When the moon split in two the magic in the world began to weaken, and corruption found its way even to the high council of the lunar circle. Some humans began to scheme for power but their archmage knew that if they wanted complete domination the power of the conclave had to be broken and as the magic in the world grew weaker the elves became more vulnerable. The dwarfes, who never wished power for its own use, had already withdrawn from the circle leaving only the elves as a possible threat to the humans desire for power.
During one fatal night the archmage sent 1000 men of his elite soldiers to my masters school. It it wasn´t for the fact that magic in the world was loosing power they would never have been able to penetrate my masters defenses and take us by surprise. The school was a place for wisdom and knowledge, the scholars who lived and worked there were unarmed. They were slaughtered in their beds and bent over their books. My master fought bravely and the blood of many humans covered the grounds and their screams filled the night sky. But in the end it was a battle that could not be won and my master, one of the oldest and wisest amongst elves, was put to eternal death by the hands of humans and his body burned.
Before leaving they set the school on fire, burning the work and legacy of my master so that none could continue his teachings. I was badly wounded in the battle and beliving everyone was dead they left me inside the burning school. When I drifted back into conciousness I found myself inside a burning inferno. Making my way to the masters study I found his badly burned body and with strength fueled by love and hatred I retrived as much of the documents that was not destroyed in the fire and carried my master out into the cool darkness of night. Under only the light and guidance of stars I buried my master with my own hands, leaving the earthmother to heal his spirit and lead him to our ancestors.
After that night I wandered the land as a madman, my spirit was broken and my body weakened. I do not know how many years or decades that past before my spirit began to heal and I slowly regained my sanity. I made my home deep inside the forests, staying far away from both humans and elves. There I studied the documents that were not destroyed in the fire but most were incomplete and the essens was lost. It was obvious that I would need help to keep my masters legacy alive and continue his work.
I began to prepare for a journey, a quest to find allies to help me continue my masters work and aid me in avenging the crimes against our society. As I made my way through the forest I came across a lone wanderer, a human. He was a travelling bard heading to a nearby kingdom but seemed to have lost his way inside the deep forest. In return for news about the outside world I offered to help him find his destination. It seemed like much of the world had changed since I left. The breaking of the moon had eventually split the world in two, a dark and a light side, each struggling for supremecy over the other. I had felt this change in the magic and my magic had also changed over the years. But never had I suspected that it would have such an effect on the world.
I learned he was heading for one of the light kingdoms which was ruled by a very powerful and very old wizard, and as he spoke the name of that wizard the blood in my veins freezed. It was the former archmage that betrayed my master, the only remaining member of the lunar circle (except myself). I sensed that my reaction did not go unnoticed when he mentioned his name and answered him.
“You have been much helpful master Bard. It is time I fulfill my end of the bargain. As promised I will help you meet this… wizard, although I fear you will need to be patient before you can see him in the other world. But you have my word I will send him to you as soon as possible.”
As his eyes grew wide when my words became clear to him I sent a bolt of lightning through his body, killing him instantly. I relived him of his purse, since the dead no longer has any need of material possessions and continued my journey. I set out for the dark realms. It was clear that the light could not help and that it could not be trusted. If I were to find any allies they would be found in the darkness.
And so my quest began…
To be continued…
[don´t comment on my spelling, you know what f**k I mean. I´m swedish, go figure]
When the moon split in two the magic in the world began to weaken, and corruption found its way even to the high council of the lunar circle. Some humans began to scheme for power but their archmage knew that if they wanted complete domination the power of the conclave had to be broken and as the magic in the world grew weaker the elves became more vulnerable. The dwarfes, who never wished power for its own use, had already withdrawn from the circle leaving only the elves as a possible threat to the humans desire for power.
During one fatal night the archmage sent 1000 men of his elite soldiers to my masters school. It it wasn´t for the fact that magic in the world was loosing power they would never have been able to penetrate my masters defenses and take us by surprise. The school was a place for wisdom and knowledge, the scholars who lived and worked there were unarmed. They were slaughtered in their beds and bent over their books. My master fought bravely and the blood of many humans covered the grounds and their screams filled the night sky. But in the end it was a battle that could not be won and my master, one of the oldest and wisest amongst elves, was put to eternal death by the hands of humans and his body burned.
Before leaving they set the school on fire, burning the work and legacy of my master so that none could continue his teachings. I was badly wounded in the battle and beliving everyone was dead they left me inside the burning school. When I drifted back into conciousness I found myself inside a burning inferno. Making my way to the masters study I found his badly burned body and with strength fueled by love and hatred I retrived as much of the documents that was not destroyed in the fire and carried my master out into the cool darkness of night. Under only the light and guidance of stars I buried my master with my own hands, leaving the earthmother to heal his spirit and lead him to our ancestors.
After that night I wandered the land as a madman, my spirit was broken and my body weakened. I do not know how many years or decades that past before my spirit began to heal and I slowly regained my sanity. I made my home deep inside the forests, staying far away from both humans and elves. There I studied the documents that were not destroyed in the fire but most were incomplete and the essens was lost. It was obvious that I would need help to keep my masters legacy alive and continue his work.
I began to prepare for a journey, a quest to find allies to help me continue my masters work and aid me in avenging the crimes against our society. As I made my way through the forest I came across a lone wanderer, a human. He was a travelling bard heading to a nearby kingdom but seemed to have lost his way inside the deep forest. In return for news about the outside world I offered to help him find his destination. It seemed like much of the world had changed since I left. The breaking of the moon had eventually split the world in two, a dark and a light side, each struggling for supremecy over the other. I had felt this change in the magic and my magic had also changed over the years. But never had I suspected that it would have such an effect on the world.
I learned he was heading for one of the light kingdoms which was ruled by a very powerful and very old wizard, and as he spoke the name of that wizard the blood in my veins freezed. It was the former archmage that betrayed my master, the only remaining member of the lunar circle (except myself). I sensed that my reaction did not go unnoticed when he mentioned his name and answered him.
“You have been much helpful master Bard. It is time I fulfill my end of the bargain. As promised I will help you meet this… wizard, although I fear you will need to be patient before you can see him in the other world. But you have my word I will send him to you as soon as possible.”
As his eyes grew wide when my words became clear to him I sent a bolt of lightning through his body, killing him instantly. I relived him of his purse, since the dead no longer has any need of material possessions and continued my journey. I set out for the dark realms. It was clear that the light could not help and that it could not be trusted. If I were to find any allies they would be found in the darkness.
And so my quest began…
To be continued…
[don´t comment on my spelling, you know what f**k I mean. I´m swedish, go figure]