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We whom have taken the dive would salute you the world, were we not envious of your station. We whom have not seen the light of day would seek to be a beacon, were it in our power to conjure a breath. We whom have consumed knowledge would want to spread it far, were the cause not stagnant. We whom have been cast aside, despite our willingness and honour, care to support yours no longer. I who having been graced with naught, will make naught, and be perceived as naught. A wretched creature, who's soul was selfishly kept, and who's little bird was stolen in this Chilled land and over the strange storm wracked seas. I who have tried, I who ha

Chapter 8 Highbane, Geoffrey, and, Duran were still pouring over the old scrolls and tomes for something that could aid or totally avoid the oncoming war. "How many relics have we sifted through?" Duran asked exasperatedly. "Too many," Highbane sighed, "Let us just be thankful Ciricus has not found the Owls' library, else we'd be digging through a mythically larger number of tomes." "Owl's Library? I've heard mention of the Owls here and there, but I've not heard of the legends." "Understandable, in this city, education comes second to the perverted games of a tight fisted, scum sucker. Anyway, the Owls are said to be the chronicler

Chapter 7 "Oh, hello there Stranger, perhaps this is where I should recall the events of what happened to me, and this very important tome. Well I was camped, oh, a good three miles I'd say, from that lovely little port, from which I retrieved this dusty relic. Ofcourse, it didn't seem to take long for the ones I found in possession of this leger, to come seeking to 're-borrow' it, sadly I could not let this come to happen. "About an hour after dusk I noticed some rustling bushes, or some other flora, a slight distance from me, I also noticed a distinct and putrid smell coming from my cloak it would seem, I gave a quick look in the direct

Chapter 6 "So this is the one?" Ciricus looked intently at the Unfortunate. "Yes, he has been stricken with Lycanthropy." Said Elizabeth in a depressed tone. "I'm afraid it's too late then. He's been taken by the curse." "But there must be a way!" "There are three kinds of werewolves on this island: the native tribes, born and live as the werewolf, Unfortunates, like this poor soul, and Lycans, who have mastered their curse. Sadly there was only one Lycan in the history of this island, and he's dead. However…" "What? Is there still hope for him to master this?" "Yes; but it's as slim a chance as beating out Highland." "Ho

Chapter 5 Liss was pacing impatiently in the cell he was thrown in when Highgold entered with a scribe. There was an awkward silence as the two met each others gaze. Finally the silence was broken when Liss asked, ″What do you want?″ ″I just want to end this uncomfortable situation for the both of us.″ ″I will never make agreements with a tyrant like you! You'll never make a treaty with us unless you benefit from it.″ ″Why my intentions are strictly honourable. I promise you're people will get nearly anything you want.″ ″'Nearly' anything?″ ″Well you can't take your

   The first hour.   The cold souless wind swept over the ruins of Daemonhiem like an arrow piercing through steel. The Fremmenik were busying themselves in whatever way they could, some cleaned thier weapons, others exchanged stories over some soup made from unidetafiable fish, some paced around complaining about the whole ordeal. While everyone else was busy, Marmaros, a rather limp and unusally skinny Fremmenik was chating with his large thugis cohort, also his brother Thok.   "I'm telling you brother, between my brains and your muscle we can reach the bottom of this hell hole." He said as he threw looks in every direction hoping no on

1 Our story begins with a few facts that should be acknowledged as to help learn more about the world as it is. There are many yin's and many yang's in this world fire and water, earth and sky, LIGHT... and DARK. Also this is a med evil world with technology and knowledge some what matching our own. Also there are no names for the days. There are three suns above the world, one yellow for the god Dei, one green for the goddess Eve, and one blue for the genderless deity Nal-Jar. ; the rest will make its self clear in time. It is the fifth day of the second week in the month of Jarn, as the town of Kelragaid decorates for their quad-annual

Chapter 4 It had been a long day for Ciricus Coletrane, as he just made port less than an hour ago when he received a letter from Princess Haven. "Dear Mr. Coletrane," It read, "There is one affected by lycanthropy here in Dark Haven. He is an innocent victim in a war that he helped to postpone; we wish you would hurry to our castle so he can live his life without this terrible curse. Sincerely Elizabeth Haven. P.S. His name is Go..." before seeing the full name it was washed away by some careless drunk who had spilled his drink on the letter. "I'm sorry guv', terribly sorry." Despite the drunk's condition Ciricus understood that he was

     "Five hours, twenty minutes. That's all the time you've got with the Baron." A greasy looking thug said to his underling, "And remember, don't say anything more then we're staying here in Highland and we're just waiting for permission to setup somewhere in the city, or else," He mad a gesture across his neck, "Got it!?" The shakey little thief nodded in acknowledgement. "Good, now go."     "Well, Sithl," said a rather wealthy looking man, "you've been called back to Dark Haven, someone influental and, rich, wishes to contract your services."     "Eh, so who's the fat hog I'm to be serving this time?" the thug said with a heavy, foul