Tattered Book

Another fool doth step upon this path to power. Another fool most assuredly will die. It is of no consequence if you succeed or fail, the outcome is yours to decide. What is needed from you is to stalk the land as the dark master you wish to be, and obtain the following components through stealth, guile, and deceit: An assassins Bloody mantle, a druid of renown’s pure heart, and a crystal of capturing. When done, place them within the enchanted soul trap and incant upon them that they may be combined. If you have not failed miserably, take the resulting Soul Trap to the soul you wish to manipulate.

Legend of Lies

Legend of Lies

We murmur of our beginnings. We tell children bright tales. But we preach forgetfulness. And this is good, for the truth is heresy. To
remember what our god does not is folly. To remind him of his days as an explorer, his fame and place amongst the Vah Shir will only kindle his rage.

To show him the secret ledgers and testaments we have recovered from the Shissar would surely call his wrath. To tell him of his torture and rebirth through death at the hands of the Shissar must bring
our destruction. And so we must conceal the truth.

Our legends must be lies.

Source: EQ1 Book

Journal of Valdoon — Page VI

PAGE VI

My agents tell me that there are mortals attacking the Scions and that they have managed to breach the outlying areas of my caves. Such insolence is intolerable! It won’t be long before it’s time to set my army loose upon the Scions. But first, I think it will be useful to unleash the fury on my stone beasts upon these so-called Wayfarers to see how mighty they truly are. I am certain they will run back sniveling to the light where they came from!

Journal of Valdoon — Page V

PAGE V

The creation of the army is going quite well. I think I’m nearly ready to test my precious stone sentinels in battle to see how worthy they are in a fight. I have little doubt that they will far surpass my expectations, especially against the weak powers of the Scions.

Journal of Valdoon — Page IV

PAGE IV
In response to the Scions’ creations, the Trueborn council has granted me authority to go forward with a plan of immediate action. I have commenced construction of a grand army of stone beasts that will serve me. The first objective is to create a patrol to kill any Scions working on the creation of the beasts designed to kill the Trueborn. I consider this entertainment and will relish it when the time comes.

Journal of Valdoon — Page II

PAGE II
It seems the Scions have begun work on a new plan of action that they believe will topple us for good! Hah! As if they had it in them to create something powerful enough to destroy a Trueborn! My spies tell me that they are concentrating on rituals and rites, obviously hoping to invoke some kind of beast from the dark

Tarton’s Wheel

AZIA
In the crossing
Of the waters
Rests a ship
On its side

Drowned sailors
Swim around it
Past this ship
The Azia lies.

BEZA
In the land
Of wind and snow
This stream of water
Does not flow

Below the ice
Upon dry land
The Beza rests
Held by no hand

CAZA
In the Lake of Rathe
An island looms
It hides a treasure
In its womb

A stone tower
Protected sleeps
Those who guard it
Can not weep

DENA
A cauldron stews
But does not boil
Its edges rock
Not dirt or soil

Inside the cauldron
Lurks a door
The Dena lies
Some paces score

ENA
Once Trolls did live
Within these halls
Then vengeance struck
Their might did fall

A well of water
Upside down
The Ena rests
Yet does not drown

FANA
The tears of Marr
A pool do make
Two towers stand
Within this lake

In one tower
Guarded high
The Fana dreams
Of sleeping dry

GEZA
Upon the mountain
Through the pass
The Tiger Roars
With eyes of glass

The Tiger sees
The waters fall
Geza is held
Under its thrall

HEDA
Under this city
Upon the coast
Tunnels stretch
And secrets boast

Two dark pits
Within the ground
Fins circle Heda
Round and round

IZAH
Under the Mountain
Where the sunless mass
The Blind Fish swims
With eyes of glass

The Blind Fish sees
Through azure haze
The Izah rests
Within its gaze

JAKA
Upon this house
Was laid a Doom
Its owners rise
From beyond the tomb

Now sunken is
A Dwarven crest
Where the Jaka lies
But can not rest

The Wheel of Tarton

THE WHEEL OF TARTON

TARTON HAD A WHEEL
THAT ONCE HE BUILT
TEN SPOKES TO WOOD
BOUND BY A STAR

TARTON HAD A WHEEL
TO ROAM THE PLANES
SHAPED TWICE BY ICE
TO GUIDE HIS WAY

TARTON HAD A WHEEL
THAT ONCE HE LOST
CLASH IN THE SKY
TO EARTH HE FELL

TARTON HAD A WHEEL
WAS SUNDERED PAST
THE PIECES SCATTERED
ACROSS THE WORLD

Genesis of Fist and Tail

The Swifttail Caste, Fists and Tails of Cabilis

It was in dawning of the Sebilisian Empire that the art of fist and tail was forged. In the beginning, the pugilists of the great tribes were nothing more than warriors without weapons. Soon we would be forged into weapons.

Grandmaster Tynn was the father of our disciplines. He came to the empire from an unknown tribe. Some say he was a ronin who wandered the worlds of Norrath where he formed the basis of the city of Sebilis with no rebirth. He entered to form a caste which did not exist. He was quickly challenged by the warlords. He spoke his words and they did not listen. He knew the only way to make them understand was to challenge their finest in The Gauntlet. He called for four of the finest warlords and allowed them arms. The warlords agreed, thinking his challenge as easy task.

Grandmaster Tynn quickly dispatched of the warlords with nothing more than fist and tail. He fought in a way never displayed. His victory earned him much respect and Emperor Sathir soon commanded him to form the Court of Pain and raise an army of monks. Tynn formed the Swifttail Caste.

Soon the way of fist and tail had hundreds in it’s ranks, climbing the rungs. Tynn showed them they were not warriors, but monks.

They would don shackles as testament to the Age of Snake when the Iksar were a race enslaved. Inner strength and harmony were taught. The Swifttail were born.

The Swifttail were disbanded during the End Days. It was not till the rise of the new empire under Emperor Vekin did the caste reform. Grandmaster Glox, a former disciple of Tynn, came to New Sebilis to rebuild the Court of Pain. In honor of Tynn, all masters now drape themselves in a robe like he wore.

 

Bloodmoon Keep

Unfolding the Lore, Pt 6

Bloodmoon Keep was once the elven holy site known as Faygannen, Temple of the Vines. Decades ago the vampire prince Mayong Mistmoore grew worried at the proximity of the holy site to Castle Mistmoore. He sent his forces to destroy the temple and cover it in a dark curse, trapping the spirits of the slain elves in the halls of the castle. For many years the elven ghosts suffered in silence, unable to pass into the Realm of Growth and the presence of Tunare. Now, with the arrival of Ralkor Bloodmoon, the desolate spirits of Faygannen find themselves twice cursed.

Once the Prophet of Clan Crushbone, Ralkor Bloodmoon failed in a foolish coup to overthrow Emperor Crush. Bloodmoon barely escaped with his life and a small band of loyal orcs into the wilds of the Faydark. Somewhere between the Crushbone court and Faygannen, the Bloodmoon tribe was overtaken by a dark curse and infused with terrible, feral might. The Fangbreakers, a society of werewolf hunters, has begun to investigate the source of their new vigor, but have so far had little success.

Travelers say that a new race of lycanthropes stirs within Bloodmoon Keep. Ralkor may be a beast by nature, but his cunning cannot be denied and his ambition knows no limits. Given time the shadow of the Bloodmoon could overtake all of Faydwer.