Post by irishdrinker on Jan 25, 2008 13:28:24 GMT -4
This is an Uncovered tome from the Ruined realm known as Kelthor, found by people exploring the haunted ruins.
"SO much has transpired in my life. So much pain and sorrow, its hard to know where to start. So much history, I do not remember some of it now, as I write this." the text became smaller. Reading on further.
"I guess I shall start from the beginning, the most painful memory in my life. Born in a realm who's name is long lost in the sea of memories, and its existence is no more. However, there things were different. There were many human nations, subjugating the other races. I was born to a small village of Trolls and Dark Elves. My father was the Troll Warlord, and my Mother was a prominent Sorceress. I took on the look of my Father, with a small hint of magical power from my mother. However, my sister, born a year later, Took on my Mothers traits. She Study magic, while I studied how to forge weapons and use a sword. When I was 25, however, my world changed forever." There are spots where it seems tear drops had fallen on the paper, and there are a few scratch outs.
"One afternoon, my father was gathering the people. Humans from the nearby fief to raid our village. However, they had enlisted the aid of the ravenous hoards of orcs as well. AS the battle started, our people, not large enough, or suited for massed army warfare, lost withing the first two hours. My father was tortured, with his skin being flayed while he lived, and his exposed muscle being drenched in acid. He died tied to the forge he used so often, screaming in agony as his muscles slowly deteriorated away. I tried to defend my sister, as my mother was shot with a few arrows. However, i was too young, and not yet a full warrior. My sister... while I was dragged down by nets and weights.. she... she..." There is suddenly a large inkblot on the page, as if someone squeezed all the ink from the quill. More wet spots appear on the page, and then the line continues. "She was taken by many, and then killed, while I could do nothing but sit and watch. My mother was also taken as she lay dying on the ground, before she succumbed to her wounds. Many of the other children were taken as slaves, as were some of the dark elves. Thus began 50 years of slavery."
"SO much has transpired in my life. So much pain and sorrow, its hard to know where to start. So much history, I do not remember some of it now, as I write this." the text became smaller. Reading on further.
"I guess I shall start from the beginning, the most painful memory in my life. Born in a realm who's name is long lost in the sea of memories, and its existence is no more. However, there things were different. There were many human nations, subjugating the other races. I was born to a small village of Trolls and Dark Elves. My father was the Troll Warlord, and my Mother was a prominent Sorceress. I took on the look of my Father, with a small hint of magical power from my mother. However, my sister, born a year later, Took on my Mothers traits. She Study magic, while I studied how to forge weapons and use a sword. When I was 25, however, my world changed forever." There are spots where it seems tear drops had fallen on the paper, and there are a few scratch outs.
"One afternoon, my father was gathering the people. Humans from the nearby fief to raid our village. However, they had enlisted the aid of the ravenous hoards of orcs as well. AS the battle started, our people, not large enough, or suited for massed army warfare, lost withing the first two hours. My father was tortured, with his skin being flayed while he lived, and his exposed muscle being drenched in acid. He died tied to the forge he used so often, screaming in agony as his muscles slowly deteriorated away. I tried to defend my sister, as my mother was shot with a few arrows. However, i was too young, and not yet a full warrior. My sister... while I was dragged down by nets and weights.. she... she..." There is suddenly a large inkblot on the page, as if someone squeezed all the ink from the quill. More wet spots appear on the page, and then the line continues. "She was taken by many, and then killed, while I could do nothing but sit and watch. My mother was also taken as she lay dying on the ground, before she succumbed to her wounds. Many of the other children were taken as slaves, as were some of the dark elves. Thus began 50 years of slavery."