Atriarch Community Story Event
Atriarch Stratics Chain Story
A red glow floated about the darkness as Devar, the Moon of Fire,
The dark shadows in the forest advanced on the city during the darkness.
Many of the smaller creatures in the forest, sensing that something was
wrong, ran, and took shelter where they could.
The shadows stopped at the edge of the forest near the town, and all
Miboli, the Cavolon farmer, looked up from his plants, and wondered.
The shadows waited for the guards to look away, and in the height of the
eclipse, charged the town from all sides, seeking revenge for their
Through the shimmering red light granted by the haunting eclipse, Miboli
could see visages of anger and desperation in the dismally dark clouds.
Great fangs, shattered shards of night, appeared in the rapidly
advancing clouds, open maws screaming a deadly madness as they descended
on the hapless guards.
The villagers were slain, the houses were burning like the rage among
Peering with fright-filled eyes through a chink in the wall, a young
Unarra spawn huddles, shuddering as the lightning punctuates the drone
of the deluge pouring from the savage deep red clouds.
Miboli noted that those visibly consumed by the shadowy menace were
neither Cavolon nor Unarra, but made no advance to the decimated village
to test the theory.
Once the destruction of the village was complete, the dark menace turned
from the ruins of the former settlement and charged out into the
countryside, eager to find new prey.
The few survivors of the event, shocked by the horror that they had
witnessed, huddled in the ruins of the village meeting hall.
They knew they had to warn the other settlements of this threat, before
they too fell prey to this menace, but how?
And more importantly, where should they send the warning?
Then, just as suddenly as the storm began its onslaught, the villagers
had an idea; they joined round in a circle and, using sacred traditions
passed down from generation to generation, used an ancient collaborative
technique to telepathically warn their distant cousins of the dangers to
Through the broken walls, one Unarra youngling saw strange beasts.
As the frightened villagers and the Unarra youngling huddled in the
shattered town hall, evil beasts from the shadows slowly advanced on
them, grinning wickedly at the slaughter about to take place.
Suddenly a stream of fire lit through the air and came crashing down on
the shadowy figures with a terrifying thud.
the shadows melted against the onslaught, many of their kind fell in a
*Whoomp* The thuds came slowly at first, and then faster; *Whoomp* the
sky was alight with the fire of hundreds of small meteors.
The shadows rallied, gleaming jaws slavering black ichor, night's legion
reuniting in a song of vengeance and slaughter.
The young Unarra, angered by the Shadow's attack on his home, bravely
advanced toward the encroaching horde.
An older Unarra soldier grasps the arm of the youngling. "Now is not the
time.. come with me if you really want to destory them."
The young Unarra followed the old soldier through the back of the Town
Hall to a large boulder.
As they motioned toward the bolder, a large shadow figure busted through
the window and landed in front of them, blocking their path.
"Now! Call with your mind NOW!" the elder Unarra cried out to the
younger; together their minds stretched, and flexed, called and summoned
until they came.
The shadowy creature advanced slowly, thinking that its new victims were
well in hand when suddenly it stopped and sniffed the air, smelling the
presence of another creature nearby, it cast its head about searching
for this new threat until it saw it, the "boulders" uncurling and
standing up to form the shapes of giant heavilly armored beasts, ready
to defend the Unarra.
A rain of rock and dirt, fell in a cloud around teh younling Unarra, and
through it the young one saw the shadow of a creature even larger than
that that had blocked their way.
The creature's head reached down upon the shadowy beasts trying to harm
the unaran and roar a great roar with a stench that made the plants
around it rot away.
Black ichor splashed and splattered upon the rock-beasts, upon the tall,
gangly armed creature, and upon the Unarra as the way was cleared; the
elder Unarra nodded and with its charge walked into the chaos of the
Night things, the shadowy creatures.
The task was a grim one, but they had to seek out the origin of the
shadow creatures, and get help to destroy them.
The two Unarra descended into a tunnel beneath where the creature had
been sitting, and went down into the seemingly endless dark.
They traveled in the dark for what seemed like an eternity, until a
reddish glow on the rocks ahead caught their attention.
The reddish glow of the stone slowly faded, as its power was being
absorbed by the shadows evil presence on Atriana.
Entranced by the strange rocks shift in color, the young Unarra suddenly
notices that the elder Unarra's hand is trembling in fear, its knees
The older Unarran soldier shakily produced a bright glow-plant from
within its tunic so that the tunnel walls could be seen clearly.
Insects scurried from the light and disappeared into the darkness beyond
as the young Unarran looked around curiously.
"We must be brave." said the older Unarran pulling himself together; a
renewed confidence entering his voice and reassuring the spawn.
"Where are we?" the youngling asked, looking around at the
strangely-painted walls, the blood-red dirt on the floor, and the pale
mounds (bones? he wondered) at the base of the walls.
The older Unarran looked at the pantings on the wall, remembering what
his teacher had taught him, knew the time was drawing near.
Within the temples the Unnara grew uneasy, waiting for further reports
from the stargazers.
Unknown to the two unarrans, as the power of the crystal faded, the
temperature began to rise.
A hissing, crackling sound reaches the Unarra; a reddish glow again
lights the rocks around the Unarra.
The older Unarra glances at the rocks for a moment, then whirls himself
and the younger Unarra around, and they give a small cry of fear at what
Sourceless dark flames lick in eerie silence along the painted walls and
across the floor the Unarrans so recently walked; behind the flames,
shadows clot, moaning and writhing - held back by the flames, or
summoned by them?
Through the flames I ventured, following the endless screams of help and
As the unarra proceeded forward, they noticed what the shadows were
trying to protect, it was an ancient burial cave of the Tyrusin Trinaath
The young, naive Unarra wonders silently why the shadows protect the
empty husks of Tyrusins long past, what secrets the the red light holds,
and why on this night the dark flames of death chose to rise in horrible
The answer to that question came as the older Unarra moved the light of
its glow-plant to show an opened burial-creche with the mumified Tyrusin
inside stripped of its death gold; Desecration!
A gasp of horror seeps out of the elder's mouth as he sees a heavily
armored Eshlar slowly sipping Glech Guk.
The Eshlar stood tall in front of the Unarra, like a dark mountain with
ice cold eyes, and then he spoke in a booming voice.
The eshlar boomed incriminating the town, "Citizens, your leaders have
committed atrocious criminal acts against the world, it is our purpose
here to see that these crimes do not go unpunished."
Shock fell over the unarrans as they took in his monstrous armor,
segmented symbiants writhing in an unnatural dance, oozing forth hellish
black mist that birthed a biting, shivering mass of night's children at
The elder Unarra wonders what the Eshlar is speaking of, and why is he
concerned about a Tyrusin grave?
As the elder Unarran peers at the corpse... he scoffs back in horror,
for he notices the bruises on the lower backside and knows that this
corpse belongs to the dreaded Reg-eeta, the eshlar feared for his
gruesome design and all around mongoloidal appearance
Shaking his head to dispell the strange thoughts in its mind, the elder
Unarra realized the Eshlar was the saidi of revenge, the deity of
The creature gave a shriek that was of a pain like the unarra had never
heard before, the creature fell to the ground, and behind it a dark
figure in a robe removed it's Life-Staff from the corpse.
The creature lies on the ground with blood all across the ground, then
finaly it's eyes close and it can rest in peace.
The young unarra looked over at the shriveld plants and wondered what he
was to do next.
The robed figure moved forwards into the cavern with the Unarra, pulling
back the robe's hood revealed the features of an ancient Lokai, whose
eyes gleemed with the wisdom of the ancients.
His name was SoTToto, famous explorer, discoverer and classifier of many
famous plants.. some such as important as the Soffo plant.
"So," the old Unarran said, "you have come - just in time, as usual."
The Unarran and the Lokai smiled and clasped forearms, obviously old
"I was just about to tell the young one here about the grave we were
guarding, but look what has ben done!" the Unarra said as he gestured
towards the desecrated corpse.
Unknown to the two, there was a figure watching them, waiting for them
As soon as they fixed their eyes on the shadows, they became engulfed in
a grey swirling mist.
the unarra and the lokai look around frantically for the strange set of
eye; wondering it has done this to them
In the fog, a cry of anguish started, and echoed throughout the city,
bouncing off the walls, a dying wail that seems to never stop.
The young Unarran, Zeil Ta, was shaking and about to lose his last
thread of courgage.
Unarra looked in the direction of the howl but when they looked the
Lokia was gone just as quickly as he came,
"you knew him?" asked the young Unarra,
"I know SoTToto, but that was not him",
"I don't know"
"It is time we leave this sacred place", whispered the old Unarra
"But we cannot leave quite yet, There us one more thing I must do before
we go", the unrra said softly as he bent over a set of loose tile work
in the floor.
The old Unarra seeing the loose tile, tried to grab Zeil Ta "Don't touch
Not heeding the older Unarra's warning, Zeil Ta touches the tile.
Quickly the you Unarra slipped the strange tile he had noticed into a
puch, and dashed out of the dangerous place with the elder in tow.
As they ran out, the little one's pounch started to glow with a dull red
light and an almost unnoticable humming filled the air.
The old Unnara knew the omnious legends of the peereesee-tah-uh stone-
what to do now?
The pouch ripped open as the 'tile' revealed its true nature, a
parasitic symbiote, it greedily attached itself to the young Unarran,
sucking the color out of his skin.
The unarran dropped to the ground, pale face emotionless.
The Unarra, its skin turned from its normal orange to a faintly glowing
white color by the symbiotic creature, stood up slowly and began to
speak in soft yet somehow menacing tones.
The frail unarra glanced quickly at his surroundings, lightly waving his
hand about while muttering a soft phrase, echoing ever so slightly in
the minds of the observers; "Crowning the sky in a menacing red glow...
bringing balance to the world once again, we see the sign, and heed its
The elder Unarra was visibly disturbed when it looked at the other
Unarra and saw what was happening.
He knew the youngling was going mad from the paracite sucking the life
out of him
As the older Unarra tries to back away, the younger one grasps him in a
grip as strong as a war-hardened Tyrusin.
The younger Unarra whispers something into the older Unarra's ear.
The young unarra's apperance changed... his soft playful face becoming
the athoritative mass of a bold tyrusian war chief.
The younger Unarra turned towards the elder with a look of malicious
The young unaran then jumps at the elder but in reflex the elder hits
him back with the end of his lifestaff!
The younger Unarra regards the older Unarra as if it is playing with
him, laughs for a moment, then grabs the elder's lifestaff and breaks it
in two, tossing it aside.
the now transformed elder, reaches out swiftly and without a second
thought snaps the young unarra's neck, leaving the corpse on the floor
as the elder walks away with bloodlust, and revenge burning inside from
the alien creature that inhabits him.
As the Unarra walks out the door with an un-natural dark red twinkle in
his eye, his follwers waiting for him throw his ceremonial robe around
his shoulders and walk by his side towards the high council building.
The Unarra looks around and feels power from the deep red glow
everywhere, as the dark red twinkle in it's eye flares brighter for a
He surveys the destruction on the surface before glancing down at his
puny Unarran form, "This isn't good enough," he says to the most senior
follower, "Find me a Tryusin body at once!"
Upon recieving an unwilling tyrusin subject, the ceramony takes place.
The necasary ceramony commences as the tyrusin resists many unarran
struggle to keep him down, and the unarran finally trades places with
the tyrusin until the caster no longer has enough strength to hold the
The Tyrusin threw off the Unarra like rag dolls, rose up, and proclaimed
with outstretched arms, "I live again!"
After the Tyrusin had ran away the Unarran were wondering what to do
until the old one had a brillitant idea, "Lets's go back and save all
those people getting killed by those shadowy monsters!"
The Tyrusin looked annoyed for a moment, but then a grin spread across
it's face, "Yes, let's go back to where the shadows are", but not for
the reason this old Unarra thought.
On their way to save the people, they ran into a band of Tyrusin
As the Cavolon StoryTeller paused to relight one of Kuj Lab's finest,the
young cavolon who were gathered around the fire politely noded afraid to
upset the elder dispite that fact that the story had taken on so many
bizzare plot twists as to make it almost unbelievable; smiling amoungst
themselves they sat back under a full Devar moon and enjoyed the evening
's story long into the night because..well.. heck, it beat going to bed
The band of Tyrusin warriors (most from the trinaath caste) came up to
the unarrans and said "Hello, you look like your in a hurry. Where are
Not one Unnara person spoke up.
Smiling at the StoryTeller's increasingly slurred speech, and seemingly
random halucinogen-induced tentacle twitches during the telling of the
bizaare tale, several of the young Cavolon snuck away from the fire into
the dark woods.
Suddently, when things couldn't seem to get any wronger, a veritable
army of shaps flew in from the north, hoping to make sense of the
ongoing tale by making loud noises and flapping about.
Seeing how out of it the old man was several of the youngsters decided
to pay a trick on him....
The old man was wise enough to realize the youngsters' tricks
His intellect and cunning had assistted this sage again.
And so the kids ended up with a bowl full of curif jelly down each of
Then they started to finish the story.
The old Cavalon blinked his eyes and began to whisper, drawing back the
attention of the young ones, "The possessed Tyrusin with a glint of fire
in his eyes walked back to the burning settlement in a prefectly
straight line as if he knew instinctively the direction of such
Mibole, a charactor seemingly completely forgotten about, saw the
Tyrusin striding toward the ruined town and decided that it should be
warned of the great peril it was daring.
The telepathic alarum had reached the neighboring villages, and its
intensity frightened their inhabitants.
The elder Cavolon stopped to take a hit of hallucinogenic spores before
The elder accidently had taken to many "hallucinogenic spores" and is
now in a land of mystical fairies and leprechauns.
The elder, under the influence of waay too many spores, began speaking
in a trance, "The reborn was the embodiment of destruction, a being that
had been trapped since it could not be destroyed."
Mibole ran down the hillside, shouting at the Tyrusin to stop, when the
shadows leapt from the ruins and rushed at the hulking stranger.
The Tyrusin let out a fiendish bellowing laugh as the shadows rushed
towards him, "My pets come to me!"
As animals seemed to rush out of the shadows towards the Tyrusin, the
elder, still under the influence of too many spores, rushed to see what
the animals were.
The tyrusin also took too many spores and thought they were his pet.
Since everyone knows that most tyrusin arnt evil and that they can't
navigate pets like the UNARA can.
The possessed Tyrusin stopped short of entering the ruins of the small
Unarran town, the shadow creatures continued circling the warrior at
such a frenzied speed that they appeared to be nothing but vague blurs
of blackness swirling around the dark figure.
The survivors of the decimated village stood uneasy guard, watching as
this strange Tyrusin approached, why had the shadows returned to this
town already in ruins...hadn't they done enough already, why did they
come back, what more could they want of us now?
Seeing the evil swirl around the Tyrusin and in near desperation after
realizing he had made an almost certainly deadly mistake, Mibole took
his stave and lunged at the warrior.
Without even a glance, the enslaved Tyrusin produced an icy barrier that
met Mibole's desperate advance...
Mibole miraculously managed to pass through the barrier of swirling
shadows, only to have his staff shatter on the Tyrusin's ice barrier.
There was a deadly pause, where even the shadows seemed to be paying
close attention, as the possessed Tyrusin slowly turned his gaze upon
Mibole squeaked and backed away under the Tyrusin's penetrating gaze.
The Tyrusin turned around and slashed Mibole, severely injuring him.
Mibole, the farmer, remembered he has been farming cerrots when he had
seen the tyrusin, and still had some in his bag.
He began throwing carrots at the Tyrusin hopeing to hit him in the eye.
One of the carrots had a random mutation and exploded wipeing out the
tyrusin, the shadows and poor farmer Mibole
But wait, this is not the end of our brave hero, for Mibole surely had
some farmer's trick to use in such an emergency...right?
As was evident of the days events, not everything was behaving as they
should, soon the plants that resembled carrots started to shake and
wiggle, and soon tiny appendages sprouted from the mutated plant form
along with vicous looking teeth and scurried off in search of prey.
Then, one of the carrots stood up, grew a hundred times its size, and
split open, revealing none other than...Mibole!
Then Mibole had a heart-attack and died; Mibole was the carrier of the
universe, and as he died, the world imploded and everyone died.
Then Mibole miraculously rose from the dead and created another
The universe, just being created, experienced a Big Bang, and knocked
Mibole unconcious again.
The big bang created bacteria which then began to eat away at the
unconcious body of Mibole.
As mobile lay there dead and the Unaran cheering that he sacrificed
himself to save them they gave him a very honorable funeral.
"and now the moral of the story which is to run into oncomeing trafic
with your genitalia exposed" said the old storyteller who was now so far
gone on the loco weed he passed out
The joint of loco weed slipped out of the storyteller's fingers, with a
snort the young lokai Ashresth picks it up inhales and stares out into
the night, wondering..
The Spirit of Mibole, mostly pleased with how the story had
concluded(about 10 posts ago) shook his head in shame at all the people
just trying to fit in one last post for the contest's sake..."Shame on
you,"he said. "Shame on you all who would elongate a barely feasible
plotline by even more ridiculous action!" and then he ate his own foot.
Suddenly a figure apeared before the stoned elder in a vision.
It was like a bright light, but as the lights started to dim he could
slowly make out the outline of the figure.
The figure spoke in a soft voice, but the words seemed to echo in the
elders head like an eshlar hammering his house.
Before it could speak, everyone ran away, and only the elder sat there,
too confused to move..
But suddenly something happened; the fresh scent of the ihla flower was
being caressed by the gentle sea breeze, and floated easily through the
air's currents to the campfire where the Cavalon story-telling session
was taking place; the flowers were of a pure nature, with healing
remedies good and true; the calming sensation one gains from their
inhilation cured the elder Cavalon of his intoxicated state, and he saw
fit to resume the story properly from where he had truly left off; he
began when poor Mibilo came into contact with the posessed Tyrusin.
Miboli tried to warn the Tyrusin of the dangers ahead; he tried
desperately to convince the man standing before him that un unspeakable
evil had consumed the villaige ahead; he sought desperately to resist
the urge building within him to attack the Tyrusin for he represented
all that was negative and repressed within himself; the feelings of
remorse, guilt, despair, helplesness and utter frustration; the feelings
of anger at the sheer stupidity of this virtual stranger who would risk
his life to wander into a villaige of darkness; the sudden fear of a
stranger who may survive in one such place; the regret that the only
thing he could ever have done was to reinforce the shrieks and pleas of
help that he had heard from the terrified voices of not long ago; that
he could not stand to hear the suffering any longer and thus would not
relay their message; perhaps it was his secret fear above all, that this
Tyrusin who stood forever before him might become the towns savior - the
one thing he himself could have been but was too afraid to be - or
become the towns final and complete destruction - the one thing he could
stop, if he weren't so afraid; and so when the Tyrusin refused to heed
his initial warnings, Miboli ran away in the darkness of the night,
never to return to his native farmland again.
As Miboli rushed through the darkness, a Lokai darts out, life staff
held high; across the heavens, a flare from sun Atrios bursts out
through the ether, striking the ionisphere which sends a surge down
through the atmosphere, charring Miboli to the consistancy of chicken
Miboli views the Lokai from afar, gently lofting up into the light when
a voice says to him "If you go into the light, you cannot return, do you
wish to continue?" and Miboli agrees, sacrificing his mortal life for
Then Flubub, mighty Cavalon explorer, woke up in his tent from this
horrific dream thinking to himself "Are these events portents of the
future, or just my mind wandering again?"
Flubub stepped out of his tent into the dry moonless desert night.
The elder storyteller realized that with his storie's many twists,
turns, loco wed induced craziness and that final wierd plot twist he had
tottaly lost the young ones whom he was telling the story to, and
started to walk home.
However, before he could, the eclipse (remember the eclipse?) finished,
bringing light to the town, the light gave the influenced elder such a
headache, he forgot what he was doing.
For never was there any story more crazy,
Than this, of the triple eclipse, and Miboli.
Then everyone smoked some crazy weed and then all got in fights and
Miboli got shot in a bar fight. The rest of the world then cheered as
they all burned themselfs alive to be ressurected 5 years later by the
legendary dragon balls but then the death star came and a Lokai named
Loot Skiwaker destroyed it and they all cheered with the animal pals
Meanwhile, a crowd of Atrianese mumble disgruntingly about the state of
society; one could be heard yelling, "Everyone come and destroy with
The crowd was disrupted by a young Lokai spinning and dancing yelling
"Ee-tah ees tah-huh uhm ohf tah-huh wohr-m ees wuh kohw ee-tah!"
The young being watching tv is bored of flipping channels, and turns off
the tv for a nice long nap in silence.
Then Serafina woke up from her psychotic nightmare and said, "Woh...this
is going to be one Hell of a game!"
She rose to her feet and heard the telephone ringing, and ran to pick it
up; "Serafina, mistress is all that is good, I have something that will
please you..please don't hold my pay check, this month." Iimz said.
The Elder Lokai Astronomist, observing all of his life and past memories
floating into his mind, was engulfed in a column of fire from the sky as
his last thought was still running through his head (How will I tell the
people of my discovery?).
The elder coughed a couple times, trying to clear his head, it didn't
help, so he ate a bit of Tergh root, well known for helping those who
had a little too much...
Soffo plant ice tea. That really gives the Atrios people major diarrhea
of the mouth.
In the nearby town of Ala'mur, an Unarra named Ja'kulan felt the twinge
in his mind of a telepathic message.
The signal was faint, but as he concentrated it became clearer until he
could make out the message.
It was odd; he hadn't talked to this... friend in a long time.
A discovery of this nature was amazing: it was completely unprecedented
Truly, a discovery of the like had never been seen before. They had to
be careful now, if anyone else found out, they'd likely panic. Who knew
that a combination of Soffo tea, Tergh root, and Halu (abr.) spores made
A disease then caught on quickly from Mobili's corpse that have been
revived so many times to the Soffo plant killing all of the existing
plants exept one..........one soffo plant left.....in the hands of....
Kraithicus, who immediately devours it and continues his never-ending
search for more food.
Then Rossane appears and Kraithicus is outstaged and runs away as fast
as he can.
Meanwhile, the dreaded storie-tallers and master spallers from teh
Atrainic community rip up the corpse of a storyline to no end.
As well, it seems Rossane has had too many hallucinogen spores and
merely imagines Kraithicus was around, seeing as he had already buggered
off, looking for food, far away from anything Regeta could possibly
think up - no ifs, ands, or buts.
The heat continued to build with every footstep.
Unfortunately, Kraithicus dies from heat exhaustion; lying on the floor
of a desert valley, the lone wanderer Kraithicus is struck with
flashbacks about its life and the memories within...
One of these flashbacks happened to be about when he was a kid, a young
spawnling sitting around the campfire listening to an old man tell
stories while smoking a pipe, but right in the middle of one of his
...a beast came out of the darkness and began attacking him.
Kraithicus remembers not being able to to make out the dark beasts
features but that it was of the likes of nothing hed ever seen before.
With skin darker then the night and eyes of glowing red, the beast came
upon Kraithicus and the old man, who in seeing the approaching creature
jumped to their feet...
With creature almost opon them, the old man pulled a small glowing egg
shaped object from a pouch on his belt and threw it at the ground before
the dark creature.....
A flash of light powerful enough to knock Kraithicus to the ground
flashed from the shattered egg, the dark beast let out a roar of pain,
the old man grabbed Kraithicus's hand and pulled him away....
As the dark creature slid back into the shadows, the old man whispered
to Kraithicus, "we should be more careful in these woods, our fire is
not strong enough, the shadows have drawn in too close," Kraithicus and
the old man began to rebuild their fire...
But as they begin a roar comes out from behind, they spin around only to
be confronted with a hideous creature from the depths of their deepest
But back at the pirate ship, 'Arghhh, diarghh arghh arghh' Screeched the
now imbecilic slave.
BUT, Kraithicus and the old man were stuck solid by what they faced, for
they faced the dreaded, and infamous, MONG-BAT.
However Kraithicus acting all the while like a pansie-girl runs
screaming into the night, leaving the old man alone to face the demon of
But fortunate favored the elderly cavalon, for as he scrabbled in the
soil for a weapon that he might use to defend himself, he found an
ancient text, and a small round object; and he knew at once that these
were the Book of Armaments, and the Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch.
Then the aged creature held aloft the Book of Armaments, and consulted
chapter 2, versus 9 to 21, for instructions on the usage of the grenade,
and it did say:
"'First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then, shalt thou count to
three, no more, no less. Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and
the number of the counting shalt be three. Four shalt thou not count,
neither count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five
is right out. Once the number three, being the third number, be reached,
then lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thou foe, who
being naughty in my sight, shall snuff it.'"
"One... two... four"
"Three sir three"
He threw the weapon at the dark beast before him, the grenade exploded
in a mass of vines that entangled the beast until he could not move a
just as he begins to lower his guard, and rest. The ground around him
begins to shake, as if something was right beneth him.
He attempted to steady himself with his staff, but to no avail; he fell
flat on his face, and remember no more.
awaken over top of cold sand (which had broken his fall), he looked up
only to realize he had fallen 15 feet into a dark, cold unknown cave.
He hears a faint sound, a growl. Three unknown figures surround him. All
he has is a gnarled staff. He then swings at the figures.
One of the figures grasps his gnarled staff. "Who are you?" the old man
said. All the figures did was point their thin bony fingers toward the
east. And he went.
Kraithicus runs for miles until he's far away from where he was. "I
can't leave him there to die." He then runs back only to be confronted
by mong-bats again. He goes "Whats that" and points to his left. The
bats then get fooled. He then runs to where the old man was.
He reaches where the old man WAS, and relizes the old man is gone...dun
He stands there wondering what to do then hears a strange noise, perhaps
snoring from around the corner of a building.
Out of his undissmisable curiosity he walks around the building, amazed
at what he finds, he stops dead in his tracks and falls to his knees.
The sleeping creature was none other than the mystical and much sought
This was it; this was his ticket to the easy life.
"The Red Black Twilight" was the elder Cavalon's favorite story; for
though he was not an Unarran himself, he always believed that the
hardships of others should never be forgotten. Indeed it was many moons
before he was brought into this world that the events of the tale had
taken place, but every time Devar eclipsed Altoos, he told the story
feverishly. His name was Kraithicus. His story was one that most had
forgotten in his time; most were not noble like he - they did not wish
to remember the horrific, the scary, the violent.
Though Kraithicus had thought it rude of the children to leave him
whilst amid a story - his favorite story no less - it turned out that
they had done him a service which had changed his life forever. It
allowed him to meet Fragty, who made his tale known. It is out of the
respect taught to us by Kraithicus that we all now repeat his fantastic
tale, and the story of wise Kraithicus himself whenever we sit under the
soft red glow amidst the dark skies as Devar, our moon of fire, eclipses