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"Who was that crazed beast that attacked us?" asked one of the few
survivors to the monk who was tending to his wounds. The monk replied, "you
sit back and I will tell you the story of your 'beast' young man".
There was a young vicar and his wife who lived at the edge of the
forest. One time while he was away, trying to "convert" some lost souls in
another town, his wife was seduced by a half-giant bard. He knew exactly what
to say to her and how to say it. Well, the young lady became pregnant by this
bard. On her husband's return and his discovery of what happened, he was
outraged and told her this "demon seed" will be given to the church for them
to raise and no more will be said of this matter.
The child was born, very much like his father, and was left at a
local orphanage for them to raise. But the Vicar could not contain his rage,
and one day, killed his wife in a jealous rage.
The child was named Berraxis, and was never adopted. The church raised
him and seeing what a big and powerful "man" he was becoming, told him to
become a Paladin, a warrior for the "light". He did as he was told. He
learned quickly the ways of the Paladin, and was gaining in power every day.
One night, a drunk priest took young Berraxis and told him that he
would answer his never-ending questions about his "real" parents". Berraxis
learned how he had come to live at the orphanage and about what his father did
to his mother, and about his sister! Her name is Risha, also thrown out of
the house. He became SO enraged that he struck down the priest and ran from
the church still covered in his blood.
A changed "man" he was. He denounced the light he once so loved and
embraced the darkness that he was sworn to destroy. Now, he travels the world
looking for Vicars and Priests and any who follow the light and destroys
them. He wants nothing to do with the light anymore. He wants to get to know
his sister and for them two to unite in his war against the light.
His master in the dark arts of the Anti-Paladin told him to also
train in the ways of the warriors, so he may better kill those he faces. He
has done so.
"To this day, my son, you are the only one to hear this story who
have looked into his face," said the monk. The young man replied, " And what
I saw was a heart-less beast, a killing machine totally devoid of anything
human."
The monk laughed and said, " This is very true, for he has rejected
his human side, save for his sister, and has even gone so far as to eat human
flesh while the victim watched him do so!"
"He is beast all right, one we created ourselves, and now, we must
deal with him," stated the monk. "What was that?!?," shouted the young man.
"Hopefully just the wind, now, you must sleep, and get well," said the monk,
"for Berraxis hates to kill the weak and wounded, but will do it, " he said
with a coy smile. "That makes me feel just wonderful," he told him as he
rolled over and tried to sleep the whole time chanting to himself, "Stay away
Berraxis, stay away bringer of darkness, stay away Berraxis, right-hand to
the angle of death, stay away from me."
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An old man sits by a fire surrounded by children telling them tales of long ago.
Quietly he begins a new tale one they never heard before. He starts by saying,
"The following story is the tale of four brothers, torn apart by fate but sharing
the insuperable bond of family. This is the story of The Brothers of the
Winds."
Their mother was a warrior/priestess, who traveled the realms in search of peace
rom her troubled past. Raised since a small child by demon worshipers, she was to
be the ultimate weapon against the forces of good. After completing her training
and indoctrination she began her savage rise to power as a Death Knight. While
sacking a temple she found a young girl, not more than 14 years old offering
herself, to her minions in place of her family. In that instant something changed
within the heart of the Knight, no longer did she feel nothing for her victims.
Visions of the families that she had slaughtered unmercifully arose in her mind,
forcefully she pushed them down and ordered the girl tortured and sacrificed to
their demon gods.
Months went by and the images that started that day continued to eat at her, until
at last she fled to a temple of Nevron to confess her sins and be shriven into a
new life. Using the dedication of a knight, and the hopefulness of a child she
soon rose to become a priestess dedicated to healing the wounds that evil left on
the land and on her.
Yet the evil would not let one that was privy to so many of its secrets go without
punishment. The same demon worshipers that she had once led to power now came to
destroy the peace that she found. They came riding wargs, black wolves, and
serpents found in the vilest of places. Fearing only the wrath of their lord they
invaded the temple killing all that stood in their way. Upon finding her praying
in the inner sanctum they surrounded her and brought forth their new leader, a
Death Knight. This knight decided to make her a sacrifice to his gods while
defiling the altar of Nevron. Ordering his minions to hold her down he raped her
repeatedly, on the altar, then left her for dead.
But she was not dead, using her skills as a healer she cured most of the physical
wounds, but could not forgive Nevron for not helping her in her hour of need.
Taking back her armor that she had set aside years ago, she equipped herself for
travel. Wearing the armor of a Death Knight under the white robe of a Priestess
of Nevron she set out to find peace for herself.
For many months she traveled, searching here and there for a path that could cure
her inner wounds, little did she know she was pregnant from the rape. Finally
while traveling in the mountains near the center of the world she collapsed with
exhaustion. When she woke up, a man who's very presence brought the calming peace
that she had been seeking was within a cave tending her. Nearing her bed he spoke
in a soft voice saying, "I found you outside my home, but I am afraid I can do
nothing for you, for you see you are dying. But within this hour you will give
birth to your children whom I sense will have the power to change the world."
As the night grew darker, so her labor began to grow harder. Finally under the
light of the full moon she gave birth to 4 sons, and with her dying breath named
them and commended them to the man for safe keeping. The names of her choosing
went as follows: the eldest to be named Gaith, the next to be named Lybath, the
next to be named Garrett, and the youngest to be named Samhein.
Years pass and the boys are raised by the man to become strong and skilled
fighters, in the tradition of the ancient monks of neutrality. On their 15th
birthday he brought them before a small pool of still water and commanded them to
gaze within its depths. Within the waters a vision came to the boys, as they
watched their mother grow up, and finally die on the mountaintop. After seeing
this they turn to the man and ask "Master why have you shown us such sights?"
The man looks at them and replies, "My young children, the time has come for you
to leave me and to choose your own path in life." Telling them to follow him, he
leads them deep into a part of the cave they never had gone to before. When
reaching an apparent dead end in the cave, he reached out and whispered a word
unintelligible to the boys.
In front of them was a mountain stream and beyond a great door set in clear
quartz. The Man turned to them and said, "this stream will wash away your
childhood and prepare you for the trials you have to face ahead." With that said
he vanished to reappear on the other side in a meditation trance. The brothers
looked at each other in wonderment, who really was this man that had raised them
thus far? Finally breaking the silence Gaith turned to his brothers and said,
"The Master waits for us on the other side let us undertake this last journey
together." Taking each other by the arm they strode into the water rushing by
them to emerge dripping wet on the other side unharmed but in robes of pure gray.
Walking up to their master, he awoke form his trance and said, "Here is the Door
of Fate! I have raised you the best I can but it is now time for you to choose
your own path. This door is a choice leading to a different location for each
of you to finish the your training, at the end of your training there you will
have to choose one last time the path that you will follow. But remember only
you control your true destiny."
"Gaith, as you are the eldest you will enter first." He said. Gaith hugging his
brothers walks up to the door with no fear. Inside the door he sees a flame
burning brightly, getting stronger and stronger as it consumes the image of the
world. Turning once again to his Master, he says "Master I thank you for your
guidance I would hope that one day I might meet you again." Tuning to his brother
he smiled and then entered the door.
The master next turns to Lybath saying, "My pupil, it is now your turn to leave."
Lybath turning to his Master said to him, "My Master long have you helped me and
showed me the true light, I know I will meet you again." Walking up to the door
he saw his own vision, a world covered in ice, a world where only the strong
survive, and the weak die a terrible death, freezing to death in the snow.
Setting his determination high he steps through the door and disappears.
Next the master turns to Garrett, and bids him to enter as well. Garrett like
his brother's before him turns to the Master and says, "My kind Master you have
shown me that to each part of life there is a season, and where there is death,
life will renew, yet only to fade away once more. I know that if fate wills it
I will see you again." Turning to Samhein he gives him a hug then approaches the
door also. Within the door he sees the seasons turn and life give way to death
only to fuel life once more. Smiling to himself he steps through the door and
disappears.
Lastly the Master turns to Samhein and says to him, "My Son I have shown you the
power of the growing things and how to make them strong. I have shown you how
love and care may return new life to the world, and above your brothers I will
miss you the most." Samhein who throughout this ordeal sat quietly crying, now
stands and walks toward the door, trying to show the same confidence as his
brothers. On reaching the door he saw a vision that made him turn away in
sorrow. The vision was of his mother giving her last breath of life and fading
into death at his birth. As he entered the door and before he vanished he made
this oath, "I swear by all power that may be mine to show others the vision I have
witnessed."
The man looks away from the children's eager eyes and says, "That is the end of my
tale." The children who are so enamored by the story clamor around him begging to
be told what happened to the brothers. The man looking around agrees and finishes
the story.
"Gaith, became a mighty Monk of the Summer Flame, his passion and strength he now
uses to guide the young to their own destines."
"Lybath trained with a little known group of Monks in the Arctic regions till he
was able to leave them as a full member of the Winter Frost Monks. He is currently
seeking to use the judgement of the cold in administering justice to the masses."
"Garret followed his heart and found a group of druids in the Far Eastern forests of
the world. Using his knowledge of the cycles of life he joined the order of the
Autumnal Monks, and is currently seeking his longtime master."
"Samhein following the death he saw in his vision, became a follower of Cadrach,
and I know no more about him."
The children sensing that no more of the story was to be told slunk off telling
each other how they were going to grow up to be like one of the brothers or
another. The man stands stretches a minute and turns to walk out of the room when
he feels a tugging on his tunic shirt. Turning around he sees a small child
standing next to him. The child says, "Please sir, what happened to the Master?"
Smiling to the child in a mysterious way the man says to him, "Well that's easy,
I am him." Turning he walks outside into the moonlit night and disappears….
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Long ago there was an age of darkness. During this age a foul child was born
of an unknown human maiden named Aeryn. Aeryn was raped during a drow raid
into the peaceful village of Darchon. For a long time, she had no idea what
to do with the half-drow child. He was a miserable little creature, with
strange dark-coloured almost black skin and grey-white hair.
The two little blood red orbs pricked her soul, as she set the bassinet outside
the door to a nondescript log cabin far in the woods one day. His little eyes
seemed to accuse her from behind an infantile mask of rage. "Fear not, my
child..." she spoke softly in a broken whisper, "I shall return to you
someday." Aeryn broke off weeping and ran back the way she came.
Some time later that autumn morning, the crude door swung open. A gaunt,
leathery face peered down at the sleeping child. And so Garth met his son....
7 years later....
"C-y-n-n-t-h-a-l-e-a-s, Cynnthaelas, ... it's a pretty word Garth, what does
it mean?"
"That's your name, my son"
And so Garth taught his liege all he knew of woodcraft deep in that forsaken
forest. Cynn worked hard and studied his lessons carefully. Yet, Cynn was a
rebellious child, and often found himself sentenced to some cruel and devious
chore of Garth's design deep within the woods.
3 years later....
During one of these solitudes, Cynn happened upon a curious rune carved into
a rockface. His slender fingers traced the rune, and without thinking he spoke
it in elven. Suddenly, the world was flooded in darkness.
A fearsome, evil apparition solidified out of thin air, as Cynn knew fear for
the first time. Garth had told Cynn tales of Death, but this was just too much.
Needless to say, Cynn fainted. Some time later he awoke, surrounded by horrific
scenes of gore. The murals were painted crudely in blood on the walls of some
subterranean lair. A deep black portal carved with many different runes appeared
on the far side of the cavern. Death stepped through the portal.
Cynn
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WHAT IS YOUR NAME?
"Cynn--t-haelas"
WHY DID YOU SUMMON ME TO THE FORSAKEN WOOD?
Cynn bowed low to the cavern floor, for he was in awe of this spectre. "I don't
know"
I AM CADRACH
"Milord, what would you have me do to serve you?"
KILL ALL THE TODDLERS IN THE SHIRE
"It will be done"
The Errand
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And so, Cynn went unto the Shire, and there he slaughtered every last one of
the demon children. He rejoiced at the thought of taking from these insolent
whelps what they had never deserved in the first place. Their lifeblood slipped
slowly through his fingers as he thought yes, in that second his eyes began to
glow, as his skin went from near-black to a dark grey ashen hue.
Cynn watched the fire dance over the Shire as he contemplated what he should do
next. From behind him, his ranger training detected a sound. Whirling around with
a snarl he discovered for the first time, one who looked like he did.
The muscular shade stared right back at Cynn. "I am the one known as Draven",
he said in the dark tongue.
Draven led Cynn back to a sprawling city called New Manetheren, full of many
fascinating people. Cynn was enrolled into the Black Orchid, a mysterious clan
of the city's underworld, where he continued to serve Cadrach by ushering his
victims into the world hereafter.
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On a stormy winters night, the penetrating scream of a woman can be heard. The
scream is such that it can only be the extreme torture of woman in labor. A light
from a cracked window within the hut seems to pervade the very darkness showing
the form a single man. He looks to be a common man shaped hard in the world by
many years working in the mines. Frantic pacing and worried looks toward the
house point this man out as the father to be. As the clouds part briefly a
second man stands not 20 paces away hidden in the shadows watching the house
that is alive at this time of night. Now the father has seen many people rush
into the house this night, mid-wives, relatives, and various friends, but this
man he spied makes no move towards the house and carries no call of greeting.
Hesitantly he walks toward the shadow worried for his family.
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The shadows seem to comfort this plain looking man. Nothing breaks his inner
calm as his full attention is resting on the screams of a common dwarven woman
giving birth to a child. Thinking of the child makes the mans eyes glaze over
in a dreamy state. Dreams not normal to any man, the first was months ago. A
tall blue flame rising out of gray marble slate and a deep voice or what seemed
to be a voice that could have passed for thunder, "A child is to be born." That
was all the voice said before the flame fell into itself and winked out. Now
children are born all the time in the village but he had never dreamed about
ones coming and this disturbed him for it translated to one of two things, good
news, or bad news, and it seemed only time would tell.
Months had passed since the first dream and he rarely thought on it anymore till
the second dream found his sleep. Again, the blue flame was waiting and again it
spoke in the same voice, "A child is to be born." This time the man decided that
would not be enough and spoke, "Is there something that must be done? This child
you speak of, when will it be born? Is this child a threat?" The single voice
boomed again "A child is to be born", and again the flame folded into itself
immediately and winked out. This greatly confused the man and he knew not what
to do, but he knew waiting would eventually make all things known.
Going about his normal life trying hard not to think on the dreams to much. As
he expected he encountered the flame in a dream again , this time having no
expectations knowing that the voice would tell him what he needed to know and
when he needed to know it. This time the flame seemed to take the rough shape
of a man. Though it was hardly what anyone could call recognizable, the man knew
instantly what this form was and his knees were on the slate in solemn worship.
The voice boomed "Stand my disciple for we have much to discuss and time is
rather short. As I have sent the message to you before in your dreams I come
now in person and tell you , a child is to be born. The time is near when we
shall need every seed of light to battle the dark one and I will need your
assistance with this seed to help it grow." The man stared and could do nothing
but nod at the figure in the flame , the figure he knew so well , the figure
he would die a thousand deaths for and gladly go for the next death if this man
wished. The voice of the flame penetrated his thoughts. "This man shall be a
vital tool in the battle against the forces of chaos and so I have chosen his
path carefully. He shall know nothing of me or of our design, but he should be
taught all he needs to know. School him in the ways of the foreign god known as
Talen for he shall be a hunter of chaos indeed." With those words the man heard
the baying of hounds, pounding of horses hooves followed by the shrill call of
a horn. He knew this god Talen and respected him and thought this a very good
choice in light of the plans for the child. The voice boomed once again, "Go
now my disciple for the child we speak of shall be born on the morrow. Sift
the ashes of your forge in the morning for an amulet shall be given to the
child to aid him in his tasks ahead." With that the flame spiraled up and
winked out.
Remembering the dream still brought a faint smile to his face and he fondly
touched the amulet he held in his pouch that he found within the ashes on his
waking. "Father Lindor? is that you?" The voice startled Lindor and he turned
to see the boys father standing but inches away. "What has you so far from
the castle this night Lindor?"
"Grendal walk with me, we must have words" Lindor motioned towards the miner
Grendal. "But Lindor, my boy , he's to be born soon, can this wait?" "Grendal
please a moment, your boy will be fine and these matters are pressing indeed."
Lindor and the man strolled casually along the road, Grendal making strange
gasps as Lindor related certain facts of his newborn son's future. Afterwards
Grendal, looking shocked, nodded and agreed that this night shall be known to
none but himself and Lindor. Just then the cry of a newborn infant penetrated
the night, both men smiled looking toward the house. Lindor clapped the man on
the back "Go to your son Grendal." Lindor smiled as the proud father rushed off
into the house.
Years past and the boy known as Darcanyon grew to be a large man indeed, not
only was his physical presence overwhelming , but the boy's intellect was
astonishing. Lindor watched as Darcanyon grew, training in the courtyard with
the castle guards, excelling in his many studies in school, and evenings in
Lindor's temple where he learned of the outside world and the dangers to be
had. Lindor recounted many stories about Talen and the hunt for chaos, and as
he hoped these stories excited Darcanyon , the seeds had been planted and
soon they will grow.
Darcanyon now a man by any races standards was troubled, he approached his
uncle Lindor many times, "Uncle I do not understand, you teach me all these
things and tell me all these tales but I see no use for them." Lindor smiled
"My boy the uses will be known eventually." Darcanyon sighed, this was all his
uncle ever said, never a straight answer and always a touch of a secret behind
his aged eyes, but he loved his uncle and would not press things further. He
spent many a night at his uncles house for they shared a special bond that many
in the village noticed. His uncle spoke quietly as they were playing a game of
stones "My boy you should return home this night to spend time with you family for
tomorrow you shall be leaving." This startled Darcanyon very much "Leaving…why?
Where would I need to go, I'm happy here, I don't want to leave you and my
family." Lindor spoke again leaning back tears seeming to form in his eyes,
"'Tis time to see the world my boy, it must be so, you know I love you as much as
a son and your own family shall be heart broken, but you must be strong."
Darcanyon knew the folly of trying to argue with his uncle and knew his father
would only agree with Lindor no matter what he had to say so he resigned in the
fact of leaving. "Well I have been curious as to the town you speak of so
often, New Manetheren." Lindor smiled "Then tomorrow we shall see you off to
New Manetheren but remember all I have taught you." Reaching into an old box
with gold trim, the amulet catching the light of the fire and seeming to glow
a faint orange brighter then the fire itself. "Take this Darcanyon for it has
been yours since your birth and it is now time for you to take it, wear it always
to remind you of what you have learned here." Reaching out to take the amulet,
he slides it over his neck and a raw wave of energy overcomes him, the sound of
baying hounds , horses hooves , the shrill calling of a horn , and the pounding
of a hammer upon the anvil all seem to ring within his ears at once and he knows
this is a very powerful gift indeed. Looking up into the tear streamed eyes of
his uncle they embrace briefly before he opens the door and walks into the night
towards his home.
Lindor stood there watching the figure of the man fade away into the night, tears
running down his face, praying he has taught him all he must know. A single voice
penetrated his mind. "You have done well my disciple, the rest shall be in his
hands alone..."
With that Lindor closed the door slowly turning from the night.
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Born to the ruling family of the Aracoix village they lived in, life
was going to be easy and sweet for young Darius, or so it would seem. It
started off as one would expect, with him taking the expected classes,
history, art, music, science, and of course fighting. But this utopia was soon to
be ruined, and by unknown forces.
When the invasion came, young Darius did his best to defend his sky
home, but alas he was still too young and weak. The village was burned from
the trees and all who lived there, save one, murdered. The lone survivor was
Darius. He was very injured, and was left for dead.
Once he realized what had happened to his home, his family, his whole
life, he was consumed with blind rage. He went out into the world of "man"
killing all he came across and carving into their dead chests one word
"vengeance is MINE". After about 3 years of wondering aimlessly about he found
the raiders, and learned they were mercenaries hired by "man" to kill them
all. He was so enraged that he flew straight into the air soaring to heights
he had never known before, screaming the whole way, "Vengeance! Vengeance!! I
want VENGEANCE" Another Aracoix, from a different village heard his screams, and
came to him, and assured him that he will be able to get his revenge.
He trained with this Aracoix for 6 years. Then one day, his newfound
"friend" revealed his true self to him, it was Lord Ivdel. He told Darius
"Swear your loyalty to me and I shall aid you in your quest for vengeance. "
Darius did so willingly, not knowing the price he would have to pay. Lord
Ivdel, after Darius' transformation into a Phoenix, told him, "I own your
soul, from this moment on, you are my servant." Darius' eye fell sullen, for
he knew he would not ever get his vengeance, but merely be a puppet for Lord
Ivdel. He keeps praying for the chance to extract retribution, but to this
day, he has yet to get "permission" or find these thugs again.
In the present day, he is a member of the mighty Shaido clan. This
too was told to him. He has NO friends, nor family, but loves his clan for
trying, as much as he can love. He is still looking for those thugs, and any
and all family they may have. Pity them all should he ever find them.
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