Post by j on Jul 15, 2009 22:11:30 GMT -5
Lots to read loves.
Once upon a time, there was a land that was known as Decendratha and there was peace in land in those days for the four races known in Decendratha lived in and ruled jointly together through 3 representatives of each race. For many years, the land of Decendratha lived without trouble or trial and no war or violence was in the land. In those days, the forsaken were not known in the land. The Council with representatives from each race ruled over the land fairly and justly their joint rule guarantee that no race was treated above another or that one race's purposes would not overrule all.
Yet not everyone was content with the council's joint rule. One of those who felt this way was the Dark Lord, known then only as Kakios Re'Amon. He was a cunning man who knew when to act and when to keep silent. For many years, he supported the council and they knew he was very talented and would one day join them on council. He liked the idea of being in power and he wanted to prove himself even more. The council had a magnificent library and in the library were many interesting things. Books, after books filled with wonderful tales, and other books were books filled with spells and other things. One book in particular was forgotten, an ancient book filled with dark magic. For within the dark pages of the book, he found a spell unlike any had ever seen, a spell that would bring nightmares to life, spell that could transform the races into their twisted forms. The spell gave him the power to turn humans into werewolves, vampires, shape shifters and other creatures. These are now known as The Forsaken. Many other spells lie in the book each which could be used to defeat the council any who sided with them. A spell of blind terror to cause their armies to blindly run, a spell of confusion to hinder their mages, a spell of dullness to make their wits slow, and many others. Each spell was more powerful then the last, each spell more dark of purpose.
He began to wonder why they had hidden this book away. He figured perhaps it had been forgotten. He read through it memorizing each and every spell, trying them out and soon the council began to notice his strange behavior. They found out about the book and banned it from being read ever again. He thought that they were just being selfish, trying to hold onto power and not let anyone else have it. Of course this was not so, they knew that if people tried to magic they would turn into something else, something that was unknown. He hid his anger at the council and plotted behind their backs. To the council, he was wise and prudent. To the people his was tender and kind.
He had found his means. He had found his time. Now he could act, and he did with a swift finality. The spell of cursed transformation was such that at first the change would only be visible at the full moon with the effects barely visible during the day. Yet the transformations were contagious, a simple scratch, bite, or transfer of drop of blood was enough to transform the uncursed into the cursed. He quickly transformed his followers and encouraged them to go about the population spreading their disease to increase the number of his followers. At first, the council thought a sickness had come among their nation, but as it became clear that these dark creatures were secretly infecting the uninfected everyone became suspicious of his neighbor. Each race began to secretly speak that it was the other races that had spread the disease, and The Dark Lord's followers were all too quick to help this rumor grow into a dark twisted tale until the murmurs grew into a dark cloud of bitterness and suspicion. Not able to tell who they could trust, the races feel apart and began to fight among themselves.
The Council, distraught, knew that no matter who had started this dark disease it had to be stopped. Locking themselves in the library determined to find a cure for the people. An elf came up with an answer, they need to create something that would unite them once again. An old wizard of the council suggested the pendant. It would have the power to link all the powers, strengths, abilities, and magics of each race into a single object. He warned them that it could do evil as well as good and only one of them would be able to wield the pendant. Only one would be strong enough. They decided they would figure this out later and began to construct the pendant. They fled the library with the few followers that they still had and remained hidden.
When the Dark Lord's followers finally left them alone in the wilderness to return to their master, the council looked to the only hope they had left. The Pendant. The old wizard who had first suggested the idea took out a scroll that was decades old. Their eyes grew large as they read of the promise of a single object that could wield all their joint powers as the races. Dreadful warnings were inscripted along the border of the scroll; the price of the magic would be heavy indeed, and only one among them, only one strong enough with a pure heart. (The spell did not mention whether a pure heart of evil or of good.)
But the price was heavy indeed. It came to pass that while the Council was still weak from their casting, that their followers began to fight among themselves over who should wield the pendant. The elves said the elves should for only they were wise enough. The angels said that they should for only they were old enough. The humans said they should for only they were kind enough. The dwarves said they should for only they were enduring enough. And it came to pass that they warred among themselves finally destroying what the Dark Lord himself had sought to destroy: The unity of the races.
Now it came to pass that in one of the battles over the Pendant that a traitor, a human follower of the Dark Lord that had been sent to follow them secretly, took the opportunity to steal the Pendent and to take it back to the Dark Lord. A wise elf who had not taken part in the fighting happen to see the traitor whom he had suspected long with the Pendent. Swiftly the elf attacked the traitor, taking his life and the Pendant from the traitor. The elf, though wise, knew he could not possibly wield the pendant and yet he also knew that as long as it remained among them, there would be no peace and that they would destroy themselves. Therefore using his craft, the elf was able to break the Pendant in two.
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Once upon a time, there was a land that was known as Decendratha and there was peace in land in those days for the four races known in Decendratha lived in and ruled jointly together through 3 representatives of each race. For many years, the land of Decendratha lived without trouble or trial and no war or violence was in the land. In those days, the forsaken were not known in the land. The Council with representatives from each race ruled over the land fairly and justly their joint rule guarantee that no race was treated above another or that one race's purposes would not overrule all.
Yet not everyone was content with the council's joint rule. One of those who felt this way was the Dark Lord, known then only as Kakios Re'Amon. He was a cunning man who knew when to act and when to keep silent. For many years, he supported the council and they knew he was very talented and would one day join them on council. He liked the idea of being in power and he wanted to prove himself even more. The council had a magnificent library and in the library were many interesting things. Books, after books filled with wonderful tales, and other books were books filled with spells and other things. One book in particular was forgotten, an ancient book filled with dark magic. For within the dark pages of the book, he found a spell unlike any had ever seen, a spell that would bring nightmares to life, spell that could transform the races into their twisted forms. The spell gave him the power to turn humans into werewolves, vampires, shape shifters and other creatures. These are now known as The Forsaken. Many other spells lie in the book each which could be used to defeat the council any who sided with them. A spell of blind terror to cause their armies to blindly run, a spell of confusion to hinder their mages, a spell of dullness to make their wits slow, and many others. Each spell was more powerful then the last, each spell more dark of purpose.
He began to wonder why they had hidden this book away. He figured perhaps it had been forgotten. He read through it memorizing each and every spell, trying them out and soon the council began to notice his strange behavior. They found out about the book and banned it from being read ever again. He thought that they were just being selfish, trying to hold onto power and not let anyone else have it. Of course this was not so, they knew that if people tried to magic they would turn into something else, something that was unknown. He hid his anger at the council and plotted behind their backs. To the council, he was wise and prudent. To the people his was tender and kind.
He had found his means. He had found his time. Now he could act, and he did with a swift finality. The spell of cursed transformation was such that at first the change would only be visible at the full moon with the effects barely visible during the day. Yet the transformations were contagious, a simple scratch, bite, or transfer of drop of blood was enough to transform the uncursed into the cursed. He quickly transformed his followers and encouraged them to go about the population spreading their disease to increase the number of his followers. At first, the council thought a sickness had come among their nation, but as it became clear that these dark creatures were secretly infecting the uninfected everyone became suspicious of his neighbor. Each race began to secretly speak that it was the other races that had spread the disease, and The Dark Lord's followers were all too quick to help this rumor grow into a dark twisted tale until the murmurs grew into a dark cloud of bitterness and suspicion. Not able to tell who they could trust, the races feel apart and began to fight among themselves.
The Council, distraught, knew that no matter who had started this dark disease it had to be stopped. Locking themselves in the library determined to find a cure for the people. An elf came up with an answer, they need to create something that would unite them once again. An old wizard of the council suggested the pendant. It would have the power to link all the powers, strengths, abilities, and magics of each race into a single object. He warned them that it could do evil as well as good and only one of them would be able to wield the pendant. Only one would be strong enough. They decided they would figure this out later and began to construct the pendant. They fled the library with the few followers that they still had and remained hidden.
When the Dark Lord's followers finally left them alone in the wilderness to return to their master, the council looked to the only hope they had left. The Pendant. The old wizard who had first suggested the idea took out a scroll that was decades old. Their eyes grew large as they read of the promise of a single object that could wield all their joint powers as the races. Dreadful warnings were inscripted along the border of the scroll; the price of the magic would be heavy indeed, and only one among them, only one strong enough with a pure heart. (The spell did not mention whether a pure heart of evil or of good.)
But the price was heavy indeed. It came to pass that while the Council was still weak from their casting, that their followers began to fight among themselves over who should wield the pendant. The elves said the elves should for only they were wise enough. The angels said that they should for only they were old enough. The humans said they should for only they were kind enough. The dwarves said they should for only they were enduring enough. And it came to pass that they warred among themselves finally destroying what the Dark Lord himself had sought to destroy: The unity of the races.
Now it came to pass that in one of the battles over the Pendant that a traitor, a human follower of the Dark Lord that had been sent to follow them secretly, took the opportunity to steal the Pendent and to take it back to the Dark Lord. A wise elf who had not taken part in the fighting happen to see the traitor whom he had suspected long with the Pendent. Swiftly the elf attacked the traitor, taking his life and the Pendant from the traitor. The elf, though wise, knew he could not possibly wield the pendant and yet he also knew that as long as it remained among them, there would be no peace and that they would destroy themselves. Therefore using his craft, the elf was able to break the Pendant in two.
Link: www.thelostpendant.proboards.com
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