Island of Kings

[Fox Mc Cloud]

Ah that I could shout over the
hills again

Oh that I could yell to my buds,
but alas

There's no more Exisa Mas for my
friends,

And for me, there's no more
broadcast.

-Jvur, the Lamenting Mage
Excerpt from the book:
Stuff They Took Away

[Fox Mc Cloud]

Puldraks wisdom about minotaurs Pt. 2
The only minotaurs reaching old age in these times of war were those who were born with physical disabilities or who were crippled but not killed in battle. This class of minotaurs was the only one who could live long enough to learn skills not directly connected to war. Since they were almost always the only ones who could gather enough experience and wisdom to create new ideas and concepts, the younger warriors begun to look at them as parents and advisors. Slowly these elders were able to change the war culture of the minotaurs. One charismatic minotaur in particular, Akkor, who was born blind, became the founder of the new minotaurian philosophy. He shunned the rage as a curse of the god Blog. Consequently, the minotaurian religion, which due to the extremity of martyrdom and rage never had a real chance to develop, turned away from the raging one. Slowly new concepts were adopted and great efforts were undertaken to hold the rage at bay. Meditation and self-control became the foremost duties of any warrior. The minotaurian ideal turned towards role models who were in control of body and mind. Since fiery rage was in minotaurian nature, young minotaurs were trained from early on to control themselves. It was through meditation that the minotaurs developed art and soon philosophy. Complicated ceremonies for usually simple things of daily life were developed to focus the mind, to be aware of each second of life.

[Fox Mc Cloud]

Puldraks wisdom about minotaurs Pt. 1
Minotaur society rejects the raging of Blog. In the past, the berserker rage of the minotaurs was feared by all their enemies. But this rage had cost more than one life and some of the most promising warriors died young on the battlefields. Heavy casualties caused their numbers to decrease dramatically. The minotaurs withdrew from the wars, but in a world gone mad, skirmishes with other races were part of their daily routine. The demise of the whole race continued. As the minotaur race became nearly extinct in the fights, they found refuge in caves, adopting a lifestyle much like their ancient enemies the dwarfs.

[Fox Mc Cloud]

Behold the beholders!
The beholders are a ancient race of underground dwelling necromancers. Allthough they can 'speak' like humans using some membranes, their native 'toungue' consisnts of a blinking code wih each eye, in which blinking could mean some syllable,
letter or word. Its by far the most complex speach we ever encountered and almost impossible to comprehend. As far as we can tell its not only a language but also some kind of mathemathics. This combination makes it tedious even to try to understand that language. The books the beholder write constist only numbers and the code behind them is incredibly complex. This race was one of
those which were part in the creation wars and therefore its peak of civilisation and power is long gone. Its rumored of still existant settlements
of beholders where they try to improove their unspeakable necromantic rituals and create an army of undead. In general they seem malicious but without ambition to do more then to claim some lairs and defend them. They seem too haveno ambitions in conquering or allying with other races in a bigger style then an ocasionally beholder merchenary which joins forces with other entitys for private reasons.

[Fox Mc Cloud]

The maze of the lost souls

Centuries ago, our ancients build this maze to protect our city Demona from bandits and warriors.
With the help of our loyal trolls they finished this giant maze within 1 month!

This maze has been protecting us for centuries and we hope that it will be the same for many following centuries too.

[Fox Mc Cloud]

The adventures of hugo the humble
Once upon a time there was a monk named hugo. He was so humble that he ... <the rest of the book is ruined with black ink - on the side you read : Sorry my humility does not allow such flattering book about me to exist, yours Hugo>

[Fox Mc Cloud]

The Manasphere by Rail Ashkil
The whole planet is surrounded by an energetic field called "Manasphere", produced by "Mother Nature". Nearly every living being is able to tap it and store a certain amount of this "mana". Even less beings are able to use this energy to produce light etc. In most cases the user will "cast a spell" - but only to concentrate on his natural abbility of mana-using. Some beings, dragons e.g., seem to use the mana more instinctively but nevertheless with great efficiency.

[Fox Mc Cloud]

The Dragonlords of Tibia
Written by Tekvorian, Knight of Tibia

We dont know much about the mighty leaders of the dragons. But we found out that they love mushrooms of all kind. Maybe the old dragonlord on Dracona can tell us more.

Furthermore, we found out that many Dragonlords carry this strange book (with the big T on it) with them. We dont know why,yet, but we are working on it.

[Fox Mc Cloud]

Puldraks wisdom about elves Pt. 1
The Deraisim had become homeless in the wars. As nomadic wanderers they hid in the woods, setteling nowhere for a longer time. Their families joined each other to travel together for a while, only to disband again soon whenever an area could not supply them all any longer. Hunted by countless enemies and almost everytime outnumbered when it came to fights with 'neighbours' they retreated into the deepest woods where the greater number of their foes was evened out. There they created encampments they visited now and then. They had contact with many creatures and cultures. They adopted ideas and inventions that suited their nomadic lifestyle and begun even a very cautious trade with other races to aquire things they were not able to build on their own. As the attention of the other races turned more and more away from the elves and wars broke out between them, some of the elves begun to live at their up to then only part time ecampment on a permanent base. Adopting what they had seen from other races and things they vaguely remembered from their own past some trading posts were established in this way. Usually only one to three families lived there. After the reunification with the Cenath the majority of them could be convinced to give a permanent settlement a try and the biggest tradingpost became the settlement Ab'Dendriel. Some families refused to join their brethren and continued to wander the world, only visiting the city now and then, each vistit convincing them more that they have only little in common with the Deraisim anymore. So they begun to see themselves as Abdaisim and continued to be the nomads and restless wanderers of elvenkind.

[Fox Mc Cloud]

Once upon a time there was a little gnome.
And as all gnomes he was a treacherous, greedy coward (and that's pretty treacherous, greedy and cowardish). One day in the middle of a deep forest the little gnome met a little girl wearing a pretty red cap. As the greedy gnome saw that she was carrying a bag full of finest bread and a flask of wine, he pretended to be starving and begged the little girl for food and water in a way anoying as only gnomes can be (and that's pretty anoying). But the girl was warned of treacherous gnomes by a valiant huntsman she met before and she quickly ran away from the greedy little gnome. The gnome became angry but was afraid to steal from her, because she might have been stronger than him. So he wandered into the woods cursing as only gnomes can curse (and that's pretty ugly). By chance he almost stumbled over a sleeping bard. Quickly figuring out the magical nature of the flute lying near the sleeping bard, he stole it as quickly as only a gnome can do (and that's pretty quick). Using the magic flute he lured a pack of wolves to the little girls grandmas house and let the beasts chase both into the wilderness and laughed wickedly as only gnomes can laugh (and that's pretty wicked). Laughing the gnome gulped the wine and swallowed the bread as fast as only gnomes can (and that's pretty fast). So he lived in the woods and molested squirrels happily ever after.

[Fox Mc Cloud]

Legends about the wand of might.
Written by Herion

This book is about the origin of the wand of might.

First of all I want to say that nobody is sure who made it and how it was made. But it contains a powerful magic energy of unknown kind.

Since we lost most books written by our ancients we cant say how the ancients got the wand in their hands.

However, we are very happy that we own it because it helped us and it will help us to understand the magic web around Tibia.

For example, only with its help we could find the gates of teleportation of the magic web.

We are making right now some experiments with several magic stuff and we hope that the wand of might will react to some of them somehow.

[Fox Mc Cloud]

The liberators of the spark by Sericos
Also known as liberators of light and several similar names this Banor sect is dedicated to the so called 'liberation of the godly spark' from the unworthy. In theory they agree upon the doctrin of the Banor cut that each human and probably some of the non-human races are born with a part of divine essence in them. Whereas other cults are dedicated to make this spark flourish for the good of the individual or civilisation, the liberators argue that certain persons are not worthy of the godly spark and its better to set the divine essence free by killing them in honorary combat. Certain splintergroups of the liberartors go even further and claim that a person can claim the divine essence of those slain to strengthen their own. So this heresy lead to two equally dangerous and forbidden subsects of the banorcult. Whereas the original hereics only killed criminals after their foundation, the term 'unworthy' became more widely used soon. So they slew cowards and erveryone they considered weak. The so called 'new liberators' brought this heresy to another equaly mad degree. They argue that if you can claim the divine spark of others by killing them you should not target the weakbut the mighty. They 'honor' their victims in duells and admittedly more then one new liberator met his well deserved end at the swordtip of an opponent far superior to him. Still there IS a considerable number of new liberators around and doing their perverted work for their god. The curch of Banors in turn has outlawed both heresies and affiliation with on of those sects is punished with lifelong laborcamp or execution.

[Fox Mc Cloud]

(This book looks rather old and torn)
Inquisitor's log Pt. II
Day 47: Everything seems to be going well. The scouts sent word that the ambush is ready at the Dwarf Bridge. Once all this is over everyone will kneel down in front of ME! With that formula in my hands and Wyda dead I will be the mightiest being ever. Nothing will be in my way, I will crush her and everyone who opposes me.

Day 48: No! No! With inhuman powers she managed to escape to the swamps. She must have a secret hideout somewhere. We have to push and get her. My advisors wanted to retreat. They maundered something of the dangerousness of the swamps and some "dangers" for the troops. Hah! The cowards. I had their heads chopped off and put them on spears. Noone dares to oppose me. We will ride tomorrow at dawn. And when the sun sets I will be amongs the mightiest beings of the kingdom.

-This is the last entry-

[Fox Mc Cloud]

(This book looks rather old and torn)
Inquisitor's log Pt. I

Day 34: Finally we found her. By the sacred powers of all divine beings, it was a hard time catching that one. May all witches burn in the eternal hellfires. Though, there is no time for recreation; this witch was not the one I was looking for. Another disappointment in a long row. But I will stay strong - No, I *must* be strong! For the king and for the well-being of mankind...

Day 35: That foul creature! It was not her, she must have bewitched me and my guards. When the one which we mistook for the witch burned at the stake the enchantment fell off. Another innocent, murdered by that evil hag.

Day 36: Now I am sure, she must be in possession of the unholy formula that allows godless minions of Zathroth to fortify their physical and magical powers by brewing a potion out of God-fearing people. She managed once again to escape. We impaled four members of her circle in Carlin, but she managed to escape from a twofold guarded cell. The queen was very ...displeased about the death of four of her citizens. I doubt she would have said a word if it had been men.

Day 40: Finally! I found out her name! It is Wyda. I will hunt her down, I swear. And when I caught her I will be the only one in possession of the secret formula...

Day 45: We followed her to the region of the femur hills. I do not have the impression she is fleeing, she rather seems to hurry to reach some specific place - if I only knew where and why.

Day 46: I managed to get my best scouts in front of her to set up an ambush. This will be the day of my greatest victory. The fame for the inquisition, the defeat for Zathroth's minions... and the secret formula for ME! I will be the mightiest of all priestlords!

[Fox Mc Cloud]

K'khryms' Fairy Tales
Volume 4

Trihd and the Dragon
Part 2

Dragon: This is my cave, you
should not be here!

Trihd: Well, ah, I was, in fact,
just leaving. (when, in fact,
he was doing quite the
opposite, and took a few steps
further in)

Dragon: You should not take
what does not belong to you.

Trihd: Ah, wise advice indeed.
(another gold coin, another few
steps)

Dragon: Mmmmhfh... Crunch,
crunch.

Trihd: AHHH!! ARRRGGGg-hck--

At which point the dragon
politely wiped his jaws clean
and replaced his gold coins, just
inside the entrance, and then a
bit further in.

[Fox Mc Cloud]

K'khryms' Fairy Tales
Volume 3

Trihd and the Dragon
Part 1

Once upon a time, in a land far,
far away, there lived a young boy.
This young boy loved to wander
about the countryside, day and
night. He was what you might
(if you were so inclined to make
judgements on others) call
"curious".

One day, he happened upon a not
overly small opening in the
rocky side of a hill. Under
Normal circumstances, he would
not have even thought about
wandering into such a dark place,
but as luck (or perhaps, in
spite of luck) would have it,
there was a gold coin lying in
the entrance, and another a few
steps inside.

So upon retrieving the first coin
he heard a booming voice from
further within the cave, and the
conversation that ensued was
something like this:

Dragon (for it was a dragon in the
cave): Who goes there?

Trihd: I do. (at this point he
takes a few more steps inside
and retrieves the next gold coin,
and spots several more further in)

[Fox Mc Cloud]

K'khryms' Fairy Tales
Volume 2

Forfer and his Fish
Part 2

Forfer,
thinking himself quite the sly
troll, immediately offered to
bring him lots of fish every day,
in return for a place to sleep
inside this beautiful red-roofed
house.

The man, in response, said that he
was actually somewhat tired with
this red-roofed house, and would
gladly trade it for a reasonable
amount of fish- but that the few
fish Forfer had here was certainly
not enough. Forfer quickly
volunteered that he had a large
quantity of fish back in his
moss covered cave. The man
smiled broadly and said that
sounded excellent, he would love
to trade this house for all of
Forfer's fish along with his nice
cave (for the man still would need
a place to live).

So they immediately set off for
Forfer's moss covered cave and its
cache of fish. Upon arriving there,
and showing the man his "new cave",
along with the fish hoard, the man
thanked Forfer, and killed him with
his axe. Then he collected the fish
and walked back to his beautiful red
roofed house, thinking himself quite
the sly man.

[Fox Mc Cloud]

K'khryms' Fairy Tales
Volume 1

Forfer and his Fish
Part 1

Once upon a time, in a land far,
far away, lived a young swamp
troll named Forfer. He lived in
his moss covered cave right
beside a beautiful river, and
every day, he would catch fish,
eat fish, play in the mud, and
catch and eat some more fish, in
that order. His was a happy life,
though he always felt that
something was missing.

Then one day, while playing in
the mud on the edge of the swamp,
he caught a glimpse of something
that seemed quite out of place-
a red something, just over the
top of the nearest hill. He
gathered his fish and went to
investigate, and there, to his
great surprise, he discovered a
beautiful house, with a bright red
roof, and complete with a spry
young man splitting wood on the
front lawn. This is what I am
missing! He thought, and walked
slowly up to the man (as it is not
wise to run up to a man carrying an
axe, especially if you're already
a swamp troll.)

But the man did not appear alarmed,
and invited Forfer into his
beautiful red-roofed house for some
cookies. Forfer happily obliged,
and they struck up a conversation
about houses and fish. The man
expressed his great desire to eat
something other than cookies, but
with all his wood-chopping, he had
not yet had time to go and get any
more food for himself.

[Fox Mc Cloud]

Legendary Curses
Volume IX
The Mage's Shield Pt.2

One day, the new carrier of the
shield was sparring with his
longtime companion. Lost in the
heat of combat, or perhaps just
the routine of it, they did not
notice the young man creeping towards
them. As weak as this man was,
and as strong as the two companions
were, no-one was surprised at
the speed at which he dispatched the
two. It was all attributed to the
curse of the shield. Hefting his
newly plundered loot, the young man
scurried back into the shadows, and
was never seen again, although it is
said sometimes you can hear his
voice whispering when the events of
that day are recounted.

To this day, wily adventurers are
wary of any of those ancient shields
they stumble across, for they may
be the cursed shield of the
mastermind that brings not protection,
but death to whomever wields it.

[Fox Mc Cloud]

Legendary Curses
Volume IX
The Mage's Shield Pt.1

Time and forge tell a story...
A story of a dwarven genius, whose
creations were known the land over.
He made contraptions and confections,
simple innovations and great
revelations, but above all these stood
his shields. Forged with a technique
forgotten long ago, and imbued with
magic so that they would stand the test
of both time and war, these shields
of the mastermind were prized among
collectors- but even more among warriors.

One particular shield, passing from
hand to hand, ended up in the
possession of an intrepid explorer.
With it in his hand he delved
deeper than he ever would have before,
with no fear now with this great
artifact to protect him. And soon
he learned (although it was a brief
lesson) that even the best shield won't
save you from everything.

An ancient, cast out by the gods for
betraying the powers granted him,
found a rift through which he could
re-enter our plane of existence.
Twisted and forsaken, he strode
through the tunnels and lava deep
beneath the earth, killing those
who did not succumb to his will
immediately. Our intrepid
adventurer being a good example
of one who took the more painful
of those options. The demon was
now armed with one of the greatest
pieces of corporeal protection this
world has ever known. And despite
that, he too fell in arrogance.

Thus the shield passed to his
destroyer, a mage of extraordinary
power. This mage was known
for her discoveries and
accomplishments, as well as her
no-nonsense disposition.
Realizing the shield would be of
better use in hands other than her
own, she graciously passed
ownership (temporarily) to one of
her friends. Some say this is the
only thing that saved her life from
the same fate that befell the
shield's previous owners.