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Documents, rumours etc.

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Skald
GM, 897 posts
Tue 24 Feb 2009
at 12:47
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Documents, rumours etc

I'll use this thread to store information that is shared among your characters so it is easily available to all.  If you want me to add anything else that you feel are pertinent, just send me a private message.
Skald
GM, 898 posts
Tue 24 Feb 2009
at 12:48
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The Prophecy

Seven for the Stars that flare and fall
Six for the Walkers that they call
Five for the Symbols that bar the door
Four for the God spells made no more
Three for the Rivals, freed and gone
Two for the Pale ones all alone
One for the One clothed all in green
That ever more shall be
Skald
GM, 899 posts
Tue 24 Feb 2009
at 12:53
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Tizun's papers

Writings of Tizun Thane, once Master, found amongst the papers in his tower after his death.

The first deals with the nature of the wards themselves:

By dint of great efforts I have learned of the wards of which the Prophecy speaks, bound by and to each of the Dark Gods.

And each ward with its own key, a device or item inextricably linked to each of them, that once did shut tight that particular portal and once more might open it.

And behind the wards, what power must be concealed that even the gods fear it ?!!


The next speculates as to the nature of these keys:

Morrigan's key is obvious, perhaps overmuch so. For naught would serve the Mother of all Battles other than the sword which she loves so much.  But there are so very many swords within this world.

Nor does it take any great insight to divine the mind of the Stealer of Souls.  Beyond measure of doubt the key to open the lock he has set is the cost of a life itself, willingly given.  But what thief would pay that price ?

The others keys are far harder to discern, for Math's thoughts are ever awhirl with trickery.  Perhaps a thing obscure as the tears of a god, perhaps as common as a simple stone ?  And Rhiannon ... madness marks her mind and who can say what troubled thoughts flit and fly therein ?


A note in the margin alongside this, boldy penned as if in triumph.

I have it !  Or at least know of the whereabouts of that thing oh so precious to the Lady of the Pale !  So transparent her thoughts after all, even in madness, to set her hopes upon a simple pearl.  Even now, my servants bear it hither.

Another note beneath this is blotched and spotted, written in anger.

Lost !  The fools had my prize within their grasp but let it slip from them, as easily as their worthless lives did slip away.  Dinear has it now ... and now I must resort to flattery and guile, lest she learns the true nature of what she now possesses !  May all of them rot !

The last note ponders the whereabouts of the wards ...

Rhiannon's ward, I believe, is to be found somewhere in the Cold Wastes to the North.

A third addition, hastily scrawled, as if the author could barely pen the words, such was his excitement ...

My research now leads me to believe that Rhiannon's portal may be found in those icy wastes in a place known only as 'the Lair of the White Wyrm'.  Its exact location is not known, but my sources tell me that they are confident that they will be able to prise that knowledge from the wild men that dwell in that harsh place.

The note continues ...

A second ward, this made by Arawn's cold hand, is said to be concealed somewhere beneath Tal'Baed'iear the City of the Dead.  And there it will remain, for to enter that dread place and deliver oneself into the hands of the dead that dwell there ... better to simply kill oneself than lose one's very soul !

As to the remaining two wards, knowledge is less certain.  Math Mathonwy, the Dark Savant, is said to have placed his ward in a tower unsurpassed ... such is his pride and ambition ... but his towers all but litter the lands of this Dark Urthe, and who may tell the one in which it might be found ?

And of the ward that Morrigan herself fashioned ... not a whisper as to its nature or where it might be concealed has reached my ears.  Perhaps it does not even exist.  Perhaps all is but rumour.  Perhaps I would believe that had not my inquiries stirred up my enemies.  I have sealed my mirrors and raised the wards about this place, and trust to the Hall's magics to protect me.

Skald
GM, 1145 posts
Sun 25 Sep 2011
at 10:57
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Re: The Daughters

Information passed on by Hasvir, leader in Ice Hold, relating to the existence of the Daughters, originally told to Saffaris but entrusted to you following her death:

"We told the Daughter that her Sisters lived ... and had hidden themselves much as we.  But where we hide behind the reputation of flesh-eaters and slavers, they are protected by the stories of ghosts and madness that haunt Taurenbaraun where they reside.  But be warned - unlike our deception, the stories of that fell place are true !"

Alasha'an added the following:

"Taurenbaraun.." her brow creases then she laughs out loud. "'Forest of the Unquiet Dead' in the tongue of Man.. a long time ago - when Hamin and I first met up with Saffaris and the others, they were coming from a place called the 'Dead Forest" to meet with the Daughters at.. Grunhelm, I think it was. What'd be the odds, eh?"
Skald
GM, 1262 posts
Sat 20 Oct 2012
at 14:10
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The Pale Ones

Leisaya's suggestion that Rhiannon, the Pale Mistress, could be one of the two named in the prophesy prompts Halera.  "Perhaps Harbinger [also known as Amald, father of Saffaris and son of Math] is the second ?  None are so alone as he ... and I do not know that ever we have seen his true face."

Another of the Daughters speaks up, "And what of K'rin'en'a ?"

Those nearby try to quieten her, but she brushes them aside. "He too shuns all company, and beneath that that mask of his it is said the flesh is white, scarred with the burns he suffered when Tolenoiorunya [Kalibar that was] was consumed with flames, all those many years ago."

"The Dragon-lord."  Sereteera says harshly.  "Aye, he too stands alone, another whose presence we do not suffer."

An Elven daughter answers Hamin, her age showing in her eyes, if not her face.  "On the isle of everlasting fire that is now known as Tolenoiorunya, the city of Kalibar once stood.  It is believed that at the last great battle, when the city fell, they unleashed terrible magics, destroying themselves and desecrating the land for miles around, rather than suffer the ignominy of defeat."

"Those flames still burn to this day - a constant reminder that only pain and death await those who would oppose the Dark Gods."  But those old eyes that meet Hamin's one good eye show that this does not daunt her.

Hamin looks across at the elderly daughter and smiles.  "They are wrong." he says bluntly.  "Those flames protects the city from the ravages of the dark gods rather than destroyed it.  I know because I was there at that battle.  I stood on the ramparts of Kalibar and watched the snakes attack, using their own dead as a bridge to cross the water to get to us.  I defended the walls of that city during that battle.  And I saw Corana, one of your sisters and her husband, Brislar, sacrifice themselves to make that eternally flaming wall to protect the people of Kalibar.  And then, for a while, I lead the defence of the city from anything that slid through the flames to get to us." with an apologetic glance across towards Yetta he continue  "One of those intruders killed my wife, just before it died on the point of my weapon.  I know about that city." he says with a sense of finality.

"But this dragon lord interests me.  You say he was scarred in the flames at the defence of Kalibar?" Hamin  insists on using the proper name for the city, "And that he has survived since?  I wonder if it might actually be Brislar survived? If anyone could, that old basket could."

K'rin'en'a, the Dragon-Lord mentioned in but a snippet of rhyme, just four short lines repeated over and over:

K'rin'en'a with his covered brow he
Sits alone atop his tower
That stands alone within his garden
Waiting for the gods to pardon
K'rin'en'a with his covered brow he ...

Skald
GM, 1263 posts
Sat 20 Oct 2012
at 14:13
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Oaken-heart

The last prophesy of Maurumina, Daugher and Seer:

Light-bringer
Dark-eyed
Shining-soul
Woe betide

Fey-marked
Oaken-heart
Fey-bane
End and start

Staff of Life
Spring's call
Save the Urthe
Save us all


It is believed that Lieseya is the 'Light-bringer' and the staff bequeathed to her that was once bourne by Saffaris, found in Trotford so long ago is 'Oaken-heart'.
Skald
GM, 1789 posts
Sat 26 Aug 2023
at 05:24
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Lugh's words concerning the Urthe Mother's prison

"Ancient gods," Lugh ponders.

"The Serpent and its worshipers were roused from their long sleep by mortals, long long ago, while those same mortals foolishly tried to bind Seker thinking to harness the power of starlight that he commands."

"Rhiannon, I do not ... ah, she has taken the Aspect of the Moon with stolen power to raise herself up, as Math stole mine, though he to raise himself yet higher.  But never high enough."

He snorts.  "The Dark Gods learned much from you.  And we would have done well to take note of where that would lead them."

"You have done well."

"Yet neither the Serpent nor Seker would I count as brother ... you say one more is yet bound as I was ?  Belenus, then, if the skies are darkened, for he is the Fire of the Sun where I am the Light that Shines."

His gaze goes blank for a moment.  "No, I sense him above, not he."

"Who then ?"

[...]

"My brother is mercurial," Lugh tells Brugar, "but not cruel.  Daghdha would not bring these mists," his focus shifts again as he reaches out to see them for himself, "more like the Dark Gods have corrupted the land itself."

"If so, then that would mean ..."

His countenance glows every brighter as anger etches itself upon his features as he determines the truth of what has transpired.

"They dared !  They have bound the Urthe Mother herself !"

[...]

"Seker is an old god, last of his kind, forgotten now by mortals ... as I have been," Lugh smiles wryly, "though that is of no import.  He and I you might name cousins."

"The Great Serpent is ancient and if ever that one had kin then it consumed them long ago."

"The power they stole from us three when they bound us may have sufficed to allow them in turn to bind the Urthe herself.  And She is as far above those of us who are her consorts as we are above you ... with Her shackled, the Dark Gods had power enough and more to wrought as they would."

"Her Daughters will have been cut off from her grace - until she is free they are powerless to help."

"But the path you walk may yet lead to salvation.  How you set foot upon it would make a tale that Oghma himself would delight in the telling !"

"But they cannot, will not, conceal Her from my gaze ..."

Lugh closes his eyes one more, stretching his awareness to the far reaches.

"There.  I have found Her.  Her prison lies far beneath the ground buried 'neath earth and stone, in a place named Garek Enkdal ... the City of Ten Thousand Blades !"

"These mists that cloak the lands as a corpse-shroud shall not stand !  With Belenus at my side the Light will shine bright and sweep them away like fallen leaves before a broom.  So too I shall rally the other gods to challenge The Morrigan and her fell lackeys to turn their eyes from you."

"A final roll of the dice to win the game !"
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