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Gara Tidyng


A tall barbarian woman, in red armor, sat near the soul-binder in the city of New Tanaan one day. She called for folk to gather and hear a tale. This is the tale she told.

Gara Tidyng says “After Veeshan brought life to Norrath, she settled into the Plane of Sky and drew a veil across the chasm separating the dragon plane from us. Then she fell into a long and peaceful slumber. So too, did the dragons still left on Norrath, as their strength was derived from the Plane, and the Veil kept them from exercising their magical powers.’

Gara Tidyng says, ‘Ya see, lads, the Ring of Scale dinna take kindly to mortals meddling in their affairs, and the Veil did well to prevent that. Aye, but the dragons slept, and the Veil fell into neglect, until mortals began to find cracks and once more make inroads into the Plane of Sky.’

Gara Tidyng says, ‘On Norrath, the dragon Zavo`Zatanov and her accomplices were determined to remove the Veil and restore the power of the Ring of Scale. Not your normal group of travelers were these. Though they called themselves brother and sister, they were clearly not so: Zavo, a High Elven woman of exquisite beauty; Rals`Zezonis, strongly human; Sarethsin`Kaz, a typically snobbish Erudite; and rounding out this already peculiar group, a troll named Soreg`Sslisn.’

Clerigo says, ‘How do you know this Noble Gara?’

Xzibitt says, ‘Was Zavo an Enchanter?’

Gara Tidyng says, ‘Great reward and dangerous adventure they promised, fortune and glory to all who could hear, and not an ear in the land missed their call.’ Gara Tidyng ponders whether some enchantment might have lain behind the irresistible call to arms.’

You agree with Gara Tidyng.

Gara Tidyng says, ‘all good questions, listen and you shall hear… And what could possibly be the goal of such a motley group, forcing them to enlist the aid of total strangers?’

Gara Tidyng says, ‘Like a knife, the next two words sliced through the cold night air, silencing all within hearing.’

Gara Tidyng says, ‘Lady Vox.’

Gara Tidyng says, ‘Lady Vox holds that which we seek.’

Kaltea says, ‘Woohoo’

Rhyli gasps.

Gara Tidyng draws a quick breath as if she herself had been present. Then she says, ‘Through Blackburrow did they venture, the gnolls rejoicing that they did not stay their journey. Thence through Everfrost, which some say melted a little under the presence of such a horde. On to Permafrost, the lair of the Lady Vox.’

Gara Tidyng says, ‘They paused, casters with their noses buried deep within their books, murmuring arcane phrases, warriors unsheathing their blades, donning helms, while some of the smaller folk faded in and out of view.’

Gara Tidyng says, ‘That’s when they first heard: Vile children of Scale, your efforts are wasted this day! You were fools to think that you could stand against the fury of Mistmoore!’

Gara Tidyng says, ‘The sound echoed off the canyon walls. Out of the shadows sprung the horror, three Tier`Dal soldiers, agents of the dreaded Vampire Lord. Lord Galendor, nightmare of Castle Mistmoore and chief enforcer of Mayong Mistmoore himself, led the charge, leveling a furious attack at the High Elven woman, Zavo, before any had time to react. Khasra Vei`Ras was not far behind, and a Tier`Dal priestess lent support from the shadows . . . D`shar was her name.’

Gara Tidyng slows, seeming to drift away to another time and place as she speaks. She continues her tale, saying, ‘Now, fighting a Tier`Dal agent of the Vampire Lord might not seem to be such a difficult task, until you turn to your comrade and see her very life draining away, dripping down her tunic and staining the ground.’

Beruthielle shudders, knowing how dangerous Tier`Dal priestesses can be.

Gara Tidyng says, ‘This unholy union of rage and wit, chaos and order . . . it sticks with you.’ She seems to be speaking as someone with more than a passing acquaintance with the issue.

Gara Tidyng says, ‘Zavo and her companions defended themselves well, but they never could have lasted on their own. Luckily, they had prepared themselves, enlisting the aid of some of the greatest that Norrath offered. Even so, the battle was bloody. Before they even had time to organize themselves into some semblance of order, forty had become twenty.’

Xzibitt mourns for the loss of Zavo.

Gara Tidyng says, ‘The tide finally began to turn for the heroes when one of the young half-elf warriors discovered the Tier`dal cleric D`shar hiding in a corner and quickly dispatched her. Without a healing force, the Tier`dal had no hope for victory.’

You nod at Gara Tidyng.

Gara Tidyng says, ‘Galendor fell almost immediately, and Khasra, badly wounded, stumbled backwards and uttered a few cryptic words. What followed sent a chill through the bones of all who were there to witness, and these were battle-hardened veterans of the worst that Norrath had to offer.’

Gara Tidyng says, ‘Ya see, the shadows crept out from the very stones beneath her feet, reaching up from the ground to envelop the Tier`dal woman, swallowing her into darkness.’

Gara Tidyng says, ‘Little did they know that while this was taking place, a dwarf rogue by the name of Kivgor Illbria had snuck into Vox`s lair and had purloined the Shard. Loud and foul were the cries of anguish rumbling through the bowels of Permafrost when Vox discovered the Shard missing.’

Beruthielle shudders.

Gara Tidyng says, ‘Just as loud were the cries of glee from Kivgor, taunting Vox for letting down her guard.’

Clerigo says, ‘Uh oh!’

Gara Tidyng says, ‘His luck failed him, though. As he was about to make good his escape through the gates of the cavern, Kivgor ran headlong into Zavo`s group.’

Clerigo gasps at Gara Tidyng in astonishment.

Gara Tidyng says, ‘Proud of his accomplishment, Kivgor waved the Shard before them, but his pride quickly turned to anguish when he discovered that this was the very Shard that they were hunting. He attempted to flee, but they caught him and challenged him for rightful ownership of the Shard.’

Gara Tidyng says, ‘Badly outnumbered, Kivgor stood nay chance at all, but he still fought for the Shard. His dying words echoed through the chamber Fie on you, accursed Mistmoore! I fall in your favor, but now you be without your precious trinket!’

Gara Tidyng looks puzzled, and then says, ‘Mistmoore, mentioned twice now? What role could Mistmoore play in this drama?’

You ponder the matters at hand.

Gara Tidyng knows that the party was soon to discover the answer to that question. She says, ‘Ya see, Mayong Mistmoore was the bitter enemy of the Ring of Scale, and he wanted nothing more than to possess the Shard and thereby control access to the Plane of Sky.’

You say, ‘Ohhhh … ‘

Gara Tidyng says, ‘With all due haste, Zavo`s group journeyed to the Rathe Mountains, where the final partitioning of the Veil was to take place. Surrounded by their mortal supporters, Zavo and her friends shed their illusions and stepped forward to reveal their true dragon nature.’

Gara Tidyng says, ‘However, before Zavo could reveal herself, the sky was suddenly filled wi` shadows, while faint laughter swirled through the rising wind. A harsh voice, filled wi` hatred and disgust, echoed through the mountainsides, `Children of Scale! You shall not succeed this night, I shall make sure of it. For centuries, you have evaded me. Now this shall end. Everything you possess . . . is but a waste.’

You say, ‘who was that?’

Gara Tidyng says, ‘`Twas the very voice of Mayong Mistmoore, challenging them for possession of the Shard.’

Beruthielle shudders.

Gara Tidyng says, ‘Quickly the mortals sprang to the defense of the Scale, but it was too late for the doomed party. One by one, Mistmoore’s cold touch enveloped them in misty vapor, draining their life and strengthening his.’

Gara Tidyng says, ‘Fighting valiantly, the humans appeared to be on the verge of sure victory, when suddenly Mayong faded from view, eluding their attacks. The shadows quickly retreated back to the corners and stones from which they had issued, their tendrils rising in the air and the sound of a thousand shrieks echoing across the Mountains of Rathe.’

Gara Tidyng says, ‘As the shadows slithered from view, a voice was heard, faintly hissing these words of defeat, `You have won this day, Children of Scale, but it shall not be the last battle that you will face. Rend your veil and harness your power, it shall do nothing for you, as in the end, you all shall perish, dragon and mortal alike, your corpses shall rot at my feet. For this I can assure you. Until that night comes, I bid thee a good morrow, and sleep well.’

Gara Tidyng says, ‘The voice trailed off into sadistic laughter that hung within the air for what seemed like an eternity before fading into the wind.’

Gara Tidyng says, ‘Alas, Zavo mourned the loss of her beloved companions, cursing the name of Mistmoore.’ Gara Tidyng lowers her head to conceal the tears in her eyes.

You comfort Gara Tidyng.

Gara Tidyng says, ‘Determined to complete the quest which she had started, she called for the human who had most distinguished himself in the battle to step forward. She asked him if he was ready for the final task, to die by the Shard, spilling his blood on the earth of Norrath so that the Veil would be sundered forever.’

Gara Tidyng says, ‘He paused not a moment before nodding in agreement.’

Gara Tidyng says, ‘After performing the sacrifice and resurrecting the hero, Zavo presented him wi` the Shard, which became known thereafter as the Crystalline Claw of Veeshan, a mighty and powerful weapon. Forevermore in the realms of the Scale was his act of bravery sung.’

Gara Tidyng says, ‘Thus did the Veil of Veeshan become torn, and the realms of mortals and Scale did mingle. The dragons of Norrath were once more restored in power and glory, a fitting position for the Ring of Scale.’

Gara Tidyng says, ‘Of the outcome of the battle between Mistmoore and the Ring of Scale, we can only guess, for I am certain that the final pages of that Act have not yet been written.’

Gara Tidyng bows before her audience. Gara Tidyng says, ‘Thank you all for listening to my tale. Long is my journey that lies ahead, and soon I must take my leave, but first I ask that you partake of my humble refreshments.’

Gara Tidyng passes out goodies from her backpack. She says, ‘I will hail you and then pass out goodies, I have some for all who want them.’

Xzibitt says, ‘How will the final Pages get written of this long tale’

Gara Tidyng beams a smile at Xzibitt.

Gara Tidyng says, ‘Safe travels to ye, friends. I must be away to tell my tale again.’ Gara Tidyng turns from her audience and goes on her way.

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Djinn Scriptorium Papers


This is a collection of scattered papers about Mudeef from the Scriptorium in the Shimmering Citadel.
For while Mudeef remained a guest of the Master, he stole many small yet valuable items; some of which included vessels from the Plane of Sky. When the Trickster returned to his desert city, he used dark arts to imprison and cruelly abuse several djinn. The Master pursued him, bringing his entire citadel into Mudeef’s world to keep watch and bring home the kidnapped innocents; innocents whom Mudeef tortures to this very day.

In the long ago, when travel between the Planes was common, Mudeef the Vizier made the point of visiting other realms to form alliances and friendships that would benefit his people. As calamities began to fall upon other areas, Mudeef begged his friends to consider moving to Maj’Dul with its sturdy walls.

Though many thanked Mudeef for his generosity, the Djinn Master seethed when he learned that many djinn were foresaking his fiefdom for the more relaxed lifestyle in Maj’Dul. The Djinn Master sent spies to the Vizier, cloaked as gifts of silver, crystal and gold, in order to keep watch over Mudeef. This faithless “friend” planned to wrest control of the city from Mudeef.

In the long ago, a poor beggar wandered the desert. His robes were tattered and torn and he was near death from thirst. A djinna from the Plane of Sky encountered the beggar and took pity upon him, bringing him with her to the Shimmering Citadel. As he recovered his strength, he told marvelous tales of how he, Mudeef, had been the ruler of a city of humans, but had been deposed through trickery and deceit.

Book of Scale


” The Book of Scale In eons past came one of the gods upon the world of Norrath. Veeshan, Crystalline Dragon and ruler of the Plane of Sky, found this world pleasing and deposited her brood onto the frozen continent of Velious. With one swipe of her mighty claws, Veeshan opened several great wounds upon the surface of Norrath, staking her claim to this promising new world. Dragons then walked the land and flew the skies, powerful beings of great intellect, wisdom, and strength. Thus began the Age of Scale.”

Tome of Destiny – Chapter XI – The Shattering


They crept through the shadows and waited for the guard to pass.

“He’s gone, Tielya. It’s safe.”

“The guards should be the least of your concerns,” she replied. “If my father ever found out that a human like you would be so bold as to touch a Teir’Dal maiden, he’d have your head on a pike before dawn.”

“Good point,” he said, pulling her close to him. “And what do you think he’d do if he found out that I’m going to marry you?”

“Impudent human!” she exclaimed, pushing away. “What makes you think a daughter of the house of V’Dreth would consent to such a union?”

“This,” he answered, kissing her softly.

She smiled. “Even so, my father will be furious. I’m not joking when I say we have to be careful.”

“I know,” he answered, “but your father isn’t here right now. And if we don’t make our way to the docks soon, the guard will be back. Let’s go.”

He took her hand and led her to the pier. A small boat was tied up below the dock. They climbed down into it and untied the rope, rowing quietly into the harbor.

“Such a beautiful night,” Tielya said. “I love the darkness of the new moon. Don’t you, Sarven?”

“I love the darkness of your skin more, but the moon is nice, too.” He smiled. Her eyes glinted back at him.

They rowed around the edge of the harbor, past the tall ships anchored at the Freeport docks. Their boat glided out of sight of the watchtowers to a deserted spot near the sandy shore. Sarven put down the oars and Tielya leaned back against him. They looked out across the silent water.

“The sea hasn’t been this calm for a long time. A good omen, I think,” she said to him.

“Indeed. Maybe it’s a sign that we should run away from your family and start a new life somewhere else.”

“Where could we go that a human and a dark elf would be allowed to live together? The Commonlands are overrun by orcs. If we fled to Nektulos, the fanatical Thexians would eagerly hunt you down. And while you might be able to find a place in Qeynos, I doubt they’d be very welcoming to a Teir’Dal. The oceans are still unsafe to cross. Our options are–”

She stopped when she noticed the sky over the water begin to shimmer and grow brighter.

“What is that?” Sarven asked.

“Some kind of distortion is forming. Whatever it is, it’s enormous.”

The flickering light coalesced. There, in the sky before them, was a round moon circled by an ephemeral ring.

“By the gods!” Tielya exclaimed. “Can that be Luclin?”

“I read about it growing up, but access to the moon was lost centuries ago. It was said to be hidden behind some kind of veil. Why would it be visible now?”

As he spoke, the moon began to glow brighter. Lines of energy arced across its surface as if the entire sphere crackled with power.

“What is happening?” she asked.

“Tielya, cover your eyes,” he told her.

“But it’s so beautiful.”

“Cover your eyes!”

For an instant the sky flashed as bright as day. Sarven squinted and shielded his eyes with his arm. After a moment the light dimmed, and he looked up to see Luclin broken apart in the sky, a wave of energy carrying chunks of debris rapidly toward Norrath.

“We need to go quickly,” he said. I don’t know how far away Luclin is, but it looks like pieces of it will be hitting soon.”

“Sarven,” she said softly, her eyes staring forward.

“Yes?”

“I can’t see anymore.”

“What do we know?” he asked.

“Very little,” the informant replied. “Most in Freeport were asleep when it happened, though of course the intensity of the light awoke them.”

“Can we even confirm it was Luclin?”

“Some who claim to have been to the Plane of Sky long ago agreed it looked like what they saw there, but who can say for certain? The planes play tricks on the eyes, and nothing may be what it appears. If it was Luclin, it was not as distant as many thought.”

“Any idea as to the cause?”

“Just rumors. Luclin has been cut off from us for so long now, many had all but forgotten about it. The priests think its destruction is a portent that the gods will soon return. Others speak of an invasion that happened there long ago and claim this is the result. The ogres blame it on gnome meddling; the humans suspect the ratonga. The Overlord has begun an investigation of his own, but at this point nothing is certain.”

“How bad are the casualties?”

“Too many to count. The largest pieces hit first, causing huge impact craters and scorching the lands. The Arcane Scientists claim that debris may be falling for years, perhaps even decades. They simply don’t know.”

The older Teir’Dal scowled. “I must have answers. Bring him in.”

Two guards opened the door and left the room, returning moments later dragging a man between them. He had been beaten badly and couldn’t walk on his own. They brought him before their master and held him up.

“Tell me, human, what did you see?”

“I… already told you,” he replied weakly.

The dark elf slapped him hard across the face. “Vile wretch! You blind my daughter and now lie to my face! No one may do that to V’Dreth and live!” The Teir’Dal slapped him again.

“We were… on the boat. We saw the flash. I begged her to look away. I would never hurt her.”

“Lies!” V’Dreth cried out as he hit Sarven again. “You kidnapped Tielya to hold her for ransom and stole her sight to hide your identity! Now tell me what you saw!” He clenched his fist and prepared to strike him again.

“Enough, father,” Tielya called out from the doorway. “Do not hurt the man I love.”

V’Dreth cringed. “You do not know what you are saying. He is a filthy human who has cast some spell on your mind. You could not love one such as him!”

She let go of the doorway and walked forward, nearly stumbling when she reached the edge of the table. She felt her way along it until she stood near her father.

“You have asked him over and over again what he saw. Why do you not ask the same of me?”

V’Dreth was silent for a moment. “Alright then, what did you see?”

She smiled faintly as she stared straight ahead with sightless eyes. “The moon was so clear. It was alive with energy flowing through every part of it. Then it was as if something in the center broke loose and leapt outward, like a bird of prey hatching from an egg. I couldn’t turn away. It was so beautiful.”

He looked down at the ground, then back at his daughter. “Do you really love this human?”

“I do,” she said defiantly.

“Then have him,” he said, motioning for his guards to drop Sarven on the floor. “Leave now, and never return to my house. I no longer have a daughter.”

Her face was stoic as she nodded once, bending down to help Sarven to his feet. “Guide me, my love, and I will carry you,” she whispered to him.

V’Dreth watched them go. He turned to the guards. “See that they find a room in an inn, somewhere out of the way. Deliver her things there. Make sure no harm comes to them, but never speak of them to me again. Go.”

The guard saluted and walked away. V’Dreth turned back to his informant. “There must be more answers to be had. Find them.”

The informant bowed and headed through the door, leaving V’Dreth alone in the dark chamber. The Teir’Dal touched the edge of the table his daughter had followed, then clenched his fist and stared into the shadows.