The nights have grown cold again, cold and lonely.
Not much remains to be done that requires the skill of a well trained fighter. The town in celebration awaits its new king. A town which is in the process of being rebuilt, rebuilt in all its former splendor and glory.
I however do not share this feeling of celebration. I require a challenge, a purpose, a true reason greater than that of mere existence. I need a Quest.
After having lost my family, an incident which happened many years before, and finally finding a new home in Silberbrand, a dwarftown in the land of Illarion. Things have changed. Those terrible times as they were in the beginning have passed. There is still evil in the Land, so I imagine their always will be, as good cannot exist without the ever gnawing presence of evil.
These dark forces however have been reduced to insubstantial scuffles of the occasional power mad individual and a diminishing amount of attacks on the town by futile try hard creatures some describe as monsters. These trivial incidents do no longer require my aid and I am quite sure that such capable Hands as those of the Grey Rose, the Order of the Light, and not forgetting my brothers in Silberbrand, can rid the land of such minor conflicts.
So now I realize that I must set out alone in this cold night. The reasons for my ventures are something that confronts only me. I have not the right to ask for company, nor would it suffice to take any one along with me into this unknown adventure.
Last night I dreamt of a long lost friend. The spirit of my soul brother Trebor came to me and spoke.
"Go where thou will, however go thou must. Redeem thy family's death. Find the being responsible for their abomination and mine. Take charge of this beast. Thou must not fail my friend. I beseech thee, set our souls free";.
These words I must heed. At once I will depart, sparing only the time to write this short message in order to give account as to why my flight is one of grave importance.
To those who know me, they will find a way to contact me using the speech of the mind known as ICQ. In this way, I will let you know how my travels advance until I once again return to the land.
Now my friends left behind.
I must make haste. A yearning to justify the death of my kinsmen and that of my friend compels me to search the lands yet not beheld to me.
Pray for me, so that my return may be swift.
Your thoughts will uphold me throughout the trials that stand before me.
Eyes I feel already upon me as the killer awaits me. For the beast recognizes that I am coming for him.
I will find the worm that kills.
I will confront this worm.
I must bend his will and Master him.
If I cannot master him I myself must become a killer.
This Dragon will be mine .
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I have followed my thoughts for the last few days and have not gotten much further.
Some driving force compels me to go on and I know I'm being watched.
Yesterday I met a strange being which for some reason I an no longer describe. It's appearance seems to have been erased out of my thoughts.
This being first asked me as to where I was going , though I believe it knew my destination even though I did not. When I responded that I wasn't sure it just laught and replied that I would find my path if it has not already found me.
As if that was not confusing enough, the being continued to claim that I needed to look elsewhere to find what I was indeed looking for.
As I questioned it what was meant by that statement, the being just looked at me as if it was searching my thoughts and said, "Follow your dreams as they will never lead you astray...... Be true".
Now at that stage I was really confused and a slight feeling of vertigo overcame me as I attempted to look this being in the eyes. It was like looking at myself through a thousand mirrors.
Now as I think back on yesterdays occurrence, it appears to me that this strange being was right in some ways. The path that I must follow has found me, so now I'm willing to follow my dreams to wherever they may take me. As for what I'm looking for, I don't even know what it is, though I will keep an eye out for it.
I just wish I knew who or what is watching me. This feeling will not let me rest.
Could it be that...... . No that thought I dare not speak out aloud.
I beg of you all please pray for me.
Some driving force compels me to go on and I know I'm being watched.
Yesterday I met a strange being which for some reason I an no longer describe. It's appearance seems to have been erased out of my thoughts.
This being first asked me as to where I was going , though I believe it knew my destination even though I did not. When I responded that I wasn't sure it just laught and replied that I would find my path if it has not already found me.
As if that was not confusing enough, the being continued to claim that I needed to look elsewhere to find what I was indeed looking for.
As I questioned it what was meant by that statement, the being just looked at me as if it was searching my thoughts and said, "Follow your dreams as they will never lead you astray...... Be true".
Now at that stage I was really confused and a slight feeling of vertigo overcame me as I attempted to look this being in the eyes. It was like looking at myself through a thousand mirrors.
Now as I think back on yesterdays occurrence, it appears to me that this strange being was right in some ways. The path that I must follow has found me, so now I'm willing to follow my dreams to wherever they may take me. As for what I'm looking for, I don't even know what it is, though I will keep an eye out for it.
I just wish I knew who or what is watching me. This feeling will not let me rest.
Could it be that...... . No that thought I dare not speak out aloud.
I beg of you all please pray for me.
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Today, I nearly met my end.
I have been travelling for days without seeing or hearing anything, until three mornings ago.
I awoke to find myself no longer alone. Upon opening my eyes, I was surrounded by strange men. Men smaller than myself, (and that's small).
They were challenging me and thrusting at me with their crudely made spears. As I had no real reason to hurt them, I tried to find out why they were provoking me. Talking to them did not help. Whether they could not or did not want to understand me I will never find out but they were really starting to annoy me. I advanced upon the first, and as he jabbed me with his spear, (which actually hurt). I thrust him aside. Being now somewhat pleased with myself, "never fuss with a Dwarf" they all assaulted simultaneously. There were about two score of them, which meant that even I was vastly outnumbered. I had to find a new strategy fast. Grabbing two of them, and using them as a shield the others were forced to withdraw their charge. Now being in some what of a stalemate, and still holding on to two struggling men, I decided to show my good intentions and released my captives.
Now we just stood there and stared at each other, them knowing they could not hurt me without loosing too many of their own, and me not wanting to harm them in the first place.
Still trying to talk to them, someone that I hadn't noticed before came out of the centre of the group and addressed me.
"You must be to one who is looking! "...
It was a simple statement, but it just took me by surprise. How could they know who and what I was, let alone that I was looking for something.... I didn't even know that myself.... every one seemed to know more than me about what I was doing.
He followed on to say, "We will let you go on your way now, but be assured, you WILL come back when you see that you have not yet found".
I HATE RIDDELS!!!!!
There was nothing left for me to do but pick up my things and go on. The people in these parts were getting more and more weird.
Then it happened, as I was still trying to figure out who that being was that I first encountered, or what that little man had been trying to tell me, I got that feeling of being watched again.
This feeling had not left me, it had grown. Now it was strong very STONG...
It was here. A sudden gust of wind and a darkening of the sky above me gave me a little warning but not enough. Great gushes of flame lapped at my feet, the grass I had been standing on charred. Had it not been for the "Knight Boots" that I had recently purchased from the shop (Dwarven Made of course), I would now not be walking.
Brilliant green wings flapping like thunder made the air around me boom. It swooped over me and I saw him for the first time. The Dragon. The Worm which I came for. I thought I had prepared myself for this encounter but I was wrong. Nothing could prepare for this. The Dragon was at least Thirty feet long made of shiny green scales, all the way from tail to snout. And what a BIG snout it was. It turned to take a second try a roasting me but this time I was ready. Having dropped my supplies, I reached for my Bow and "Wind Arrows" fired of about seven in a blink of an eye but to my disbelief, they just bounced off his scales. Collecting my self, I dropped my bow and in the last moment before our collision grabbed for my axe swinging it in a protective circle above my head. The impact threw me to the ground and I believe I actually managed to dent the scales a little but this was going to be one fight I would sorely loose. I had to think. Having little time, I franticly searched my belongings for something I could use. That is when my eyes fell on a golden horn. Not remembering, I had accepted it from the being I first met. Until now I had forgotten all about it, perhaps I was not supposed to remember until now. The being had said, "you will need to run, so before you go, blow". Another one of these damned riddles.
So as the Dragon turned for a third onslaught, I dived for the horn and blew with all my might. At the first sound, a swirling red vortex appeared about two feet away from me. Not trusting this appearance, but trusting this Dragon less I jumped into the swirl hoping. Everything around me went red. I was lost in a sudden surge of vertigo as everything went blank.
Still not being able to see anything, I heard a voice. A voice I had heard before.
"Big, isn't he"Then the voice laught, "As I said, "FOLLOW"your dreams. I never mentioned running ahead of them" It was the being who had given me the horn.
The horn had triggered a portal which lead me directly to this being, wherever that was. The being said one more thing before I lost consciousness. "Rest now, there is someone who wants to speak with you". ............
I have been travelling for days without seeing or hearing anything, until three mornings ago.
I awoke to find myself no longer alone. Upon opening my eyes, I was surrounded by strange men. Men smaller than myself, (and that's small).
They were challenging me and thrusting at me with their crudely made spears. As I had no real reason to hurt them, I tried to find out why they were provoking me. Talking to them did not help. Whether they could not or did not want to understand me I will never find out but they were really starting to annoy me. I advanced upon the first, and as he jabbed me with his spear, (which actually hurt). I thrust him aside. Being now somewhat pleased with myself, "never fuss with a Dwarf" they all assaulted simultaneously. There were about two score of them, which meant that even I was vastly outnumbered. I had to find a new strategy fast. Grabbing two of them, and using them as a shield the others were forced to withdraw their charge. Now being in some what of a stalemate, and still holding on to two struggling men, I decided to show my good intentions and released my captives.
Now we just stood there and stared at each other, them knowing they could not hurt me without loosing too many of their own, and me not wanting to harm them in the first place.
Still trying to talk to them, someone that I hadn't noticed before came out of the centre of the group and addressed me.
"You must be to one who is looking! "...
It was a simple statement, but it just took me by surprise. How could they know who and what I was, let alone that I was looking for something.... I didn't even know that myself.... every one seemed to know more than me about what I was doing.
He followed on to say, "We will let you go on your way now, but be assured, you WILL come back when you see that you have not yet found".
I HATE RIDDELS!!!!!
There was nothing left for me to do but pick up my things and go on. The people in these parts were getting more and more weird.
Then it happened, as I was still trying to figure out who that being was that I first encountered, or what that little man had been trying to tell me, I got that feeling of being watched again.
This feeling had not left me, it had grown. Now it was strong very STONG...
It was here. A sudden gust of wind and a darkening of the sky above me gave me a little warning but not enough. Great gushes of flame lapped at my feet, the grass I had been standing on charred. Had it not been for the "Knight Boots" that I had recently purchased from the shop (Dwarven Made of course), I would now not be walking.
Brilliant green wings flapping like thunder made the air around me boom. It swooped over me and I saw him for the first time. The Dragon. The Worm which I came for. I thought I had prepared myself for this encounter but I was wrong. Nothing could prepare for this. The Dragon was at least Thirty feet long made of shiny green scales, all the way from tail to snout. And what a BIG snout it was. It turned to take a second try a roasting me but this time I was ready. Having dropped my supplies, I reached for my Bow and "Wind Arrows" fired of about seven in a blink of an eye but to my disbelief, they just bounced off his scales. Collecting my self, I dropped my bow and in the last moment before our collision grabbed for my axe swinging it in a protective circle above my head. The impact threw me to the ground and I believe I actually managed to dent the scales a little but this was going to be one fight I would sorely loose. I had to think. Having little time, I franticly searched my belongings for something I could use. That is when my eyes fell on a golden horn. Not remembering, I had accepted it from the being I first met. Until now I had forgotten all about it, perhaps I was not supposed to remember until now. The being had said, "you will need to run, so before you go, blow". Another one of these damned riddles.
So as the Dragon turned for a third onslaught, I dived for the horn and blew with all my might. At the first sound, a swirling red vortex appeared about two feet away from me. Not trusting this appearance, but trusting this Dragon less I jumped into the swirl hoping. Everything around me went red. I was lost in a sudden surge of vertigo as everything went blank.
Still not being able to see anything, I heard a voice. A voice I had heard before.
"Big, isn't he"Then the voice laught, "As I said, "FOLLOW"your dreams. I never mentioned running ahead of them" It was the being who had given me the horn.
The horn had triggered a portal which lead me directly to this being, wherever that was. The being said one more thing before I lost consciousness. "Rest now, there is someone who wants to speak with you". ............
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As I slept, a ghost spoke to me. It was Trebor, “ Bombor,” he said “ you have been a fool.” This much I knew already. “ you are not ready yet, but I have something to give to you”.
With that I awoke. The being who had given me the horn was still present, smiling down at me where I was lying.
“You have slept a long and troublesome sleep my little Dwarf friend. The Ghosts of your past are with you to protect and guide you. Depart now and look for a way to bring to an end that what you set out to do, but be aware YOUR skills alone will not suffice. There may be others found who would give aid if requested”. With that last remark, the room I was in began to swirl and only moments later I found Myself back on the same battleground where I had met the Dragon, which to my gladness, was no longer there.
Instead I found my belongings and a shiny green plate. Upon closer inspection I found the plate to be one of the scales from the Dragon. It appears that I did not only dent the scales of this beast but rather managed to pry loose some of its protective skin. Picking it up and placing it in my bag I hurriedly resumed my path.
Having not travelled Long or far I was disturbed to find those little men I had encountered earlier. Though this time they did not appear to be as rancorous as when we first met. Closer to the truth, they seemed near on hospitable gesturing me to follow them.
After a short brisk walk they took me to what I considered to be their leader or chief. He welcomed me again explaining that they had witnessed my confrontation with the worm, an enemy of theirs also.
He continued to explain that their tribe had for many generations lived under fear of this great beast knowing how to rid them selves of him but not having the means to. As legend would have it, a dagger made from a single scale could mandate the dragon allowing the wielder of this weapon to command the beast at his or her whim.
This I had to try!
There was only one flaw in the making of such a dagger. Being the scale of a dragon, no ordinary fire would suffice to melt the serpents skin. I needed help. There was no need to formulate the question, the little men, saw the need and had already committed themselves to the necessity of my task. Without warning or heed, five of them approached the fire and after a short solemn bow entered the searing heat of the flames. Trying to stop them was no good, even if the others hadn’t have held me back, they were already gone. The effect their self sacrifice had upon the flames was dazzling. The fire raged and twisted as if the forces of the world itself were fuelling it. Surprising however, was the fact that the flames were no longer hot, in the contrary, the radiance given off was cold, no, colder than that, more as if there had never been any warmth there at all. No life could sustain at such a state of heatlessness. The chief asked me to hurry and not let their lives be wasted. Never had I been in such a hurry to complete a chore.
Having finished the blade, the fire began to die down and leaving no ash, there was no trace that it had ever existed. There I was with a crude weapon in my hands still needing the finishing touches when the chief turned to me and said. “Depart now with our lives in your hands, when it is finished, use it wisely”. With those words, he and the rest of his men departed leaving me alone again.
For hours I tried to sharpen the almost normal looking steel. But alas it could not be worked. When I was nearly at the end of despair, an appearance evolved in front of me, it was the ghost of my deceased friend Trebor again. “Now Bombor, it’s time for my gift”. I did not know what a ghost could give me, but seeing my puzzled expression, he continued. “Though I may be dead, your thoughts have kept me alive within you. Thus my departing from your world will now no longer be in vain. Hold the steel of your creation up high and let me combine my spirit with your soul”. Involuntary I did as I was asked. A light surrounded the form of my friend and sound of terror filled the night air. Blasts of power shock through my body lifting me into the dark myself now glowing with same radiance that protruded from the ghost in front of me. With a flash of crimson light Trebor was gone and for a short moment there was movement in the hand holding the blade.
When I came to, I was still holding my masterpiece, though now it had been transformed. No longer was it an unfinished piece of steel. I now held a dagger. One of such purity which I have until now never seen before and I doubt there will ever be another like it. It’s form and cutting edge were perfect. A grip was now there where prior only rough corners were to be found, forming itself around my hand like a serpent. Yes!! Like a –SERPENT-. It was the dagger conceived by dwarven hand to suppress this one Dragon.
Now I AM prepared. Now I WILL find the........
I am being watched again.......
Something is here.......
IT IS HERE !!!
NO!
With that I awoke. The being who had given me the horn was still present, smiling down at me where I was lying.
“You have slept a long and troublesome sleep my little Dwarf friend. The Ghosts of your past are with you to protect and guide you. Depart now and look for a way to bring to an end that what you set out to do, but be aware YOUR skills alone will not suffice. There may be others found who would give aid if requested”. With that last remark, the room I was in began to swirl and only moments later I found Myself back on the same battleground where I had met the Dragon, which to my gladness, was no longer there.
Instead I found my belongings and a shiny green plate. Upon closer inspection I found the plate to be one of the scales from the Dragon. It appears that I did not only dent the scales of this beast but rather managed to pry loose some of its protective skin. Picking it up and placing it in my bag I hurriedly resumed my path.
Having not travelled Long or far I was disturbed to find those little men I had encountered earlier. Though this time they did not appear to be as rancorous as when we first met. Closer to the truth, they seemed near on hospitable gesturing me to follow them.
After a short brisk walk they took me to what I considered to be their leader or chief. He welcomed me again explaining that they had witnessed my confrontation with the worm, an enemy of theirs also.
He continued to explain that their tribe had for many generations lived under fear of this great beast knowing how to rid them selves of him but not having the means to. As legend would have it, a dagger made from a single scale could mandate the dragon allowing the wielder of this weapon to command the beast at his or her whim.
This I had to try!
There was only one flaw in the making of such a dagger. Being the scale of a dragon, no ordinary fire would suffice to melt the serpents skin. I needed help. There was no need to formulate the question, the little men, saw the need and had already committed themselves to the necessity of my task. Without warning or heed, five of them approached the fire and after a short solemn bow entered the searing heat of the flames. Trying to stop them was no good, even if the others hadn’t have held me back, they were already gone. The effect their self sacrifice had upon the flames was dazzling. The fire raged and twisted as if the forces of the world itself were fuelling it. Surprising however, was the fact that the flames were no longer hot, in the contrary, the radiance given off was cold, no, colder than that, more as if there had never been any warmth there at all. No life could sustain at such a state of heatlessness. The chief asked me to hurry and not let their lives be wasted. Never had I been in such a hurry to complete a chore.
Having finished the blade, the fire began to die down and leaving no ash, there was no trace that it had ever existed. There I was with a crude weapon in my hands still needing the finishing touches when the chief turned to me and said. “Depart now with our lives in your hands, when it is finished, use it wisely”. With those words, he and the rest of his men departed leaving me alone again.
For hours I tried to sharpen the almost normal looking steel. But alas it could not be worked. When I was nearly at the end of despair, an appearance evolved in front of me, it was the ghost of my deceased friend Trebor again. “Now Bombor, it’s time for my gift”. I did not know what a ghost could give me, but seeing my puzzled expression, he continued. “Though I may be dead, your thoughts have kept me alive within you. Thus my departing from your world will now no longer be in vain. Hold the steel of your creation up high and let me combine my spirit with your soul”. Involuntary I did as I was asked. A light surrounded the form of my friend and sound of terror filled the night air. Blasts of power shock through my body lifting me into the dark myself now glowing with same radiance that protruded from the ghost in front of me. With a flash of crimson light Trebor was gone and for a short moment there was movement in the hand holding the blade.
When I came to, I was still holding my masterpiece, though now it had been transformed. No longer was it an unfinished piece of steel. I now held a dagger. One of such purity which I have until now never seen before and I doubt there will ever be another like it. It’s form and cutting edge were perfect. A grip was now there where prior only rough corners were to be found, forming itself around my hand like a serpent. Yes!! Like a –SERPENT-. It was the dagger conceived by dwarven hand to suppress this one Dragon.
Now I AM prepared. Now I WILL find the........
I am being watched again.......
Something is here.......
IT IS HERE !!!
NO!
I am still alive.
I had felt the Dragons presence and known that he wanted to destroy me. It never came to that. Upon approaching me, the worm perceived the Dagger and accepted his fate. Knowing he could no longer harm me, the Dragon made use of his great wisdom and accepted the fact that at my will I could control and command him.
He Spoke to me, not using words of the tongue, rather in he spoke Directly to my mind using his language. I could not repeat the words if I tried, and I WILL NOT repeat his name for it is his name with which I can command him. Tough I can say that we have agreed on certain terms.
1. He will not threaten those who I care for, they stand under my protection.
2. I will not call upon him unless dire need approaches.
3. There is now and always be a lasting bond between us, forcing us to look out for
each other.
To this agreement, a brand mark was added to the Dagger, by him. This now makes my Dwarven made Dagger, for which lives were lost and souls desecrated complete. I now hold the Dagger which controls The great Green Dragon.
This I will carry with me back to Illarion.
My mission has been accomplished in more ways than I had first expected.
I am now returning home.
As a Dragon Master.
I had felt the Dragons presence and known that he wanted to destroy me. It never came to that. Upon approaching me, the worm perceived the Dagger and accepted his fate. Knowing he could no longer harm me, the Dragon made use of his great wisdom and accepted the fact that at my will I could control and command him.
He Spoke to me, not using words of the tongue, rather in he spoke Directly to my mind using his language. I could not repeat the words if I tried, and I WILL NOT repeat his name for it is his name with which I can command him. Tough I can say that we have agreed on certain terms.
1. He will not threaten those who I care for, they stand under my protection.
2. I will not call upon him unless dire need approaches.
3. There is now and always be a lasting bond between us, forcing us to look out for
each other.
To this agreement, a brand mark was added to the Dagger, by him. This now makes my Dwarven made Dagger, for which lives were lost and souls desecrated complete. I now hold the Dagger which controls The great Green Dragon.
This I will carry with me back to Illarion.
My mission has been accomplished in more ways than I had first expected.
I am now returning home.
As a Dragon Master.