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Post by Fox Mc Cloud on Apr 15, 2006 18:34:14 GMT 1
War of Welcome Begins
It happened suddenly one morning. A group of Dwarves were passing by the Orc territory outside their mountain. They were on their way to Thais to sell off some of their jewels of the mountain. The orcs tried to ambush them but failed. The dwarves reacted quick and by valor and superior equipment defeated the raiders. This ensued the War of Welcome. After this incident the dwarves who claimed that the time had come to stand up for their beliefs and their treasure got the proof they needed to convince their brethren and sisters of their cause. The orcs would not retreat though and prepared themselfes for war. After a year of battle the orcs were finaly crushed and the tribe scattered. The dwarves now again claimed dominance over the heart of the continent and all the land that 'where under the shadow of the big old one'. The humans of the thaian kingdom became allys to the dwarfen empires soon after theese wars and trade flourished.
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Post by Fox Mc Cloud on Apr 15, 2006 18:34:35 GMT 1
Introduction of the War of Welcome
The War of Welcome took place near the southern bridge, that the humans call 'the dwarf bridge'. The southern territory was once inhabited by a mighty orcish tribe and the few dwarves brave enough to stick around the mountain were constantly being hasseled by these orcish people and some were enslaved by the vile orcs! To the Northwest lie Carlin, a place inhabited by humans who struggled for survival on their own and could not help the dwarves in this matter either. As time went by the dwarves who called for war against the orcis raiders grew in number and voice. They felt they had a right to reatake these lands from the orcish invaders.
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Post by Fox Mc Cloud on Apr 15, 2006 18:35:10 GMT 1
Legendary Curses
Volume VII
The Cyclopmania Sword Pt.2
This merchant, being a man of
no small wealth himself, and
having been issued a deposit
by one of the purchasers
already, acquired the sword
from it's purveyor, and
placed into safekeeping until
such time as the rest of the
debt was paid. In the days
that followed, he was given the
balance of the sum owed, and
as the last bit of gold,
platinum, and valuables was
passed over the table, he
smiled, thanked the gentlemen,
locked his storage box and
bid them farewell.
This would be known as the
biggest theft in all of Tibia,
and to this day it stands as
an example of what a simple
sword can do. Drive a
virtuous man to greed;
bring enemies together, and,
in the end, cause more
strife between them than
ever before; make a famed
trader ruin his reputation
and indeed, even his ability
to roam the streets safely.
All for fame and power.
The sword now secreted away
in his collection, and he
himself in all but exile,
shows that despite the costs
paid, the fame and the money,
the sword is as much lost
to the world as it was
before. It came, it
destroyed as per it's
function- for it is a
sword after all, even though
it may never again cut flesh
it still manages to rend
things apart. The curse
(which some say comes from
the blood of Brog which
long ago tainted the blade)
will stay with it
wherever it lies, and it
is probably best that it
remains lost again, lest
it should cause worse pain
than it already has.
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Post by Fox Mc Cloud on Apr 15, 2006 18:35:30 GMT 1
Legendary Curses
Volume VII
The Cyclopmania Sword Pt.1
Time and forge tell a story...
When the sword, known by some
as the "godsslayer", known by
all as a legend beyond reknown
and told to children as a
bedtime tale. But as in many
things, sometimes myth is
founded in fact.
Who's to say whether the old
story of the origins of this
sword are true or false?
Not you or I for sure. All
we know is what happened when
the sword resurfaced, these
many many years later. Not
found, but shown and given
by the gods to a virtuous
warrior, for his knowledge
and skill.
This man, as
skilled in magic and the lost
arts of the land, treasured
this sword, as any would.
But whether in the wisdom of
knowing the sword would not
be best served in his care,
or foretelling of the curse,
or fear at the temptation of
power, or perhaps even greed,
he decided he would
relinquish his claim on the
blade. Commoners, nobles,
villains, and wise men alike
all clamored for the sword.
For the power it could bring
or for the fame it would
sing, it was covetted as
few things in this world have
been.
In the end it brought
together two who would
otherwise be the bitterest
of enemies. They pooled
their resources, where
apart they would neither
one be sufficient to ransom
this weapon, together they
outbid their competition.
Ill-gotten gains and
righteous loot were stacked
as one and more was borrowed,
but at last the bounty was
high enough that the owner
agreed to hand over the sword.
Since none of those involved
felt any of the others were
to be trusted, even when
throwing their lots in
together to buy the sword,
they mutually agreed that
another party should combine
the wealth and chaperone the
transaction. For this task
they chose the most vaunted
merchant in all the lands.
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Post by Fox Mc Cloud on Apr 15, 2006 18:35:56 GMT 1
I, GHOUL By Himhor
Within this obscure essay lies a remarkable study of a dwarf who poses as a ghoul to view what life is like from the Ghoulish point of view. A particular emphasis of the work is the fascinating ghoulish healing habits, which the author presumes to be, unlike many warriors thinks nowadays, an effective romantic ritual which ghouls aims to the creatures they do found appealing somehow.
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Post by Fox Mc Cloud on Apr 15, 2006 18:36:16 GMT 1
Puldraks wisdom about orcs
As intensely as the orcs hate all other races, they share a feeling of community. The orcs can sense, to some extent, the feelings of other orcs. The shamans develop this ability to such an extent, that they can sense the innermost potential of newborn orc whelps. All newborn are tested and the shamans decide a future function in orcish society. The whelps are fed differently, raised differently, and educated differently. Wise men of other races say that such behavior is similar to some insects, such as bees, and through their empathetic bond might share a kind of 'hive-mind', so they refer to orc communities as hives. The chief of a hive owns a big harem of women who have no other function than to pleasure him and give birth to new orcs. These orcish matrons are usually incredibly big and fat, almost not able to walk on their own. Where 'normal' orcwomen function as laborer and craftwomen and give birth to two to three orcs in their lives, these female orcs are only reproductive machinery, giving birth to about six whelps each half year. Orcs are usually contend with their place in orcish society and only the leaders fight each other on purpose. Rarely will an orc raise a weapon against another orc, even if they are not of the same hive. Rivalry between hives is usually dissolved through a fight of their leaders and the victorious hive absorbs the other one. Now and then, when a new strong warrior reaches maturity he challenges the old leader for a fight of supremacy. Sometimes though, when the hive becomes too big for the area it occupies, such a warrior senses somehow that its time to move on. Then he and a few other orcs leave the hive in peace to settle somewhere else. This unique culture, together with its fertility, makes the orcs the most formidable threat to all other tibian communities.
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Post by Fox Mc Cloud on Apr 15, 2006 18:37:50 GMT 1
Puldraks wisdom about elves Pt. 5
Then something happened. The dimension that harboured the elven valley began to collapse. Pice for pice their land was torn away and the wisest of the elves found out that the valley would ultimately 'fall' back in the world it belonged to. Great efforts were undertaken to prevent it. All were futile. As this was recognized it was almost too late. All magic was concentrated to preserve the lives of the elves. Protective shells were created, spells to deflect damage, enchantements to keep harm away. The 'return' was aweful. Almost half of the elves perished. All of the valley and its wonders were destroyed. Almost nothing remained. Artifacts and books shattered and burnt alike. The battered elves retreated and begun to wander aimlessly through the lands, until they encountered scouts of the Deraisim who led them to the safety of their woods. At first they were disgusted by the primitive lifestyle of their brethren, but soon they decided they had to guide and lead them back to true values of elvenkind. So one of their encampements was choosen as new home for the elvenkind and the city of Ab'Dendriel was founded.
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