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The Theran Mystique - Volume 3, Issue 3
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Story Time
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I came into the realms, and... BLAM! There were special guards and city
guards everywhere, and they were screaming. The good part is... Is that
they were screaming Jutazz's name! It was crazy! Jutazz broke the law! He
said he didn't know where he was at. I think he was smoking one of those
strange cigars. After he BROKE THE LAW, he killed himself, and sacrificed
all of his wares to the Gods! What an idiot! What a fool! Even I'M
smarter than THAT. Well, anyway... I hope this gets into the Mystique, and
if you could, tell me if it does. Ask me lots of questions that you have!
-Wetoa
The Tale of the Two Swords.
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As told by Aldacer Rhunn
I am descended directly from Durek, First Lord of Moria, and the first
to wield Excalibur in battle. Moria was once a great city under the earth.
Not cursed by undead as it is now. My ancestors were taken apart from other
Dwarves. They and a select storm-giant clan that met its end when Urthaelm
died. We were set to guard a place the Creator himself hallowed. It was
where Shadar Logoth is now. It was named Aridhol, Palace of Paradise. As
our scrolls describe it, it all was gold, marble, and crystal. It was a
walled city, circular in shape, about the size of Valour of old. Set in
three rings, decreasing in size as they went inward The walls were a
marble-like material short through with gold designs and in the Center was
the Palace. At its heart the Creator sat a twinning of weapons - Avantar
and Excalibur. Those hallowed blades both contain the barest fraction of
the Creators essence. Excalibur in its stone and Avantar in its Fountain.
The spot was eventually overcame. My pre-sires and his brothers were
disputed for who was to become the next ruler of our people. In his madness
against what he knew would be his people's doom, my grand sire Durek gripped
Excalibur and slew his brother, spilling hallowed blood in the Glade itself.
For this, we were banished, and Excalibur deemed unfit to stay since it was
tarnished. Close as that kin was to the original strain of our blood, they
we re long lived, lasting centuries to guard Excalibur, and attempt to bring
the peace we knew from Aridhol to Thera. We created a citadel after the
manner of Theran Dwarves, under the earth, but as grand as any other City to
be found. It was after we completed it that we learned nearly the same
thing had happened, and Aridhol was destroyed by a kin-slaying between the
giants that were keepers of Avantar. They destroyed chunks of the City
nearly. And for that, they were banished, and a temple founded to keep the
Avantar from such hands. It was guarded by human Templars under the great
Templar Drawoc, granted continuous life as long as Avantar existed with his
Clans bloodline gone, the full power of Avantar may never come again.
scribed by Zanderic Gibzxioc the Stargazer, Visionary of Heralds.
The Creation of Timaran
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New Thalos once stood where Timaran is now. It was a great city for many
years. Then mysteriously the gods began to fight over the city. The gods
went to war with one another. This war was started over a strange blade
that mysteriously appeared out of no where. This blade was known to the
wielder as the blade of Loki. This blade seemed to feed off the chaos that
its wielder ensued. During the war the city was torn to shambles. Not a
single building was left standing. For the longest time no one entered the
remains of Thalos in fear of angering the gods. Eventually some brave
warriors decided to enter Thalos and what they found was unspeakable. There
was nothing left but a vast wasteland. Slowly people gathered together and
united to form a new and glorious city named Timaran. In the end the blade
of Loki destroyed a great city through its chaotic ways, but with that
destruction a new and greater city rose from the ashes.
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