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[i]*forest ambience* The world of Talthyr is one of ever empending of 5 Ds...

Danger, Disaster, Delight, and well the other two you can probably guess...

A world once heavily populated by a melting pot of a similar race, it has had a chaotic history of volcanic erruptions that have devided the continant into a series of intraconnected islands, each breeding a differint evolution of man, these races have formed alliances and treaties wihle others have had their indiferinces, on a vast continant just littered with hidden treasure and a deeply rooted magical past, anythign is likeley to happen... Something did. The sides of the dark united under a single throne, the masterfull "source of 10,000 poisons" known as "The Deciever" who had originally been imprisoned in a dark prison known as "the tain" had been released from hsi prison along with hordes of undead at his disposal, flexing his power he was able to gain controll over the dark continants and soon began mounting attacks againt oposition. Attacking defensless farms and villiages... They did not get away with this lightly....
We begin in Gaudoran. A tiny villiage just south of the mountains cloudspine. it is a cilyndical island, 150 yards in height, 45 yards in width. At the top rests a single spire, protected heavily by magics the spire is told to hold one of the grandest treasures in the universe, but has yet to have been reached.

The story of Morgan Spread throut the town of Gaudoran, the bells of victory were sounded it became a rallying cry for other townships. The young warrior who had been declared the savior of the land. the elders of the land placed him under the title of Corbesant, the devil slayer, which translated in their language to "deliverance" with this dream, the isolated lands of the continant began to unite for the common defense and a unified nation of Talthyr was born. The clansmen, lead by Corbesant decided to do the unthinkable. More than definding their villiages and cities from the dark side, they would bring the battle to the darkness themselves, using daytime assaults they began a counter attack that pushed the chaotic evil empire back into the islands from whence they came,.. and then some. Back into the TAIN... Though elven in descent Morgan Corbesant was considered an evlen bladesinger who had gained alot of status and power in his past, and now he found himself welcomed into the town which he had first chosen to protect, many months ago. the armies of the dark had been beaten back, and it was hopefull that they were going to have to die a slow and painfull death. the town regoiced at his presence, but the threat was far from over. The murkey lands of the dark islands were dangerouse to travel through and wage battle in, the perpetual darkness allowed the creatures to remain constantly active. They were able to repopulate their losses with terrible speed.

A traveling bard, by the name of Byrth was traveling along through those islands, hoping to catch a good buck from the gloomy defeated armies, who wanted a cheerfull tune to lighten up their day. The 19 year old soon caught site of a dark chasm which seemed to be lined wtih human skulls. Fear set into the bard as he started to take a few steps back... he then heard rustling in the bushes and was forced to cast a light spell to hold back the set of beasts charging at him. They were like non he had ever seen, they bore cleavers and wore no clothing except for a knapsack around their chest which held an explosive, they were willing to sacrifice themselves to defend their nest, luckly a well aimed sunscortch was able to detonate one of the creature's knapsacks and gained the bard enough time to flee. He ran for a day on end, not resting once, he had to reach another, someone he knew, a familiar face, or just a stranger , he had to let them know about what he had seen. He was entering a gloomy looking forest that seemed threatening off of the stone-laden path whcih he was runing on, unforunetly a loose stone tripped the bard and sent him flat on his face... it was then that a kind voice spoke up from out of nowhere...

"well hello there..." a cheery voice said... the bard looked up and saw one of the most elegant figures standing before him which he had ever set his eyes upon...

"ah miss... may i ask of thy name? Perhaps i should perform a sonnet or a ballad while i lay here on my knees..."

The woman giggled and threw back her hair, revealing slightly pointed ears. "no need for such a thing, I'm a bard too, a blade-bard actually..."

"and one of the most loveley I might add..." the bard chimed in...

She just smiled and looked at him for a bit before finally blinking, making a sigh and saying "on your feet..."

"YES' Ma'am!" the bard replied standing... "how might I be of service?"

"tell me, what were you running from?"

"...OH YES that's right! it was awfull! just awfull!"

"what? what was awfull?"

"...thine form makes me forget" *the bard slaped himself in the head and after a while of concentration finally spoke up:* "AH THAT'S RIGHT!!! A cave! a dark and dismal cave, protected by demons who stood only 3 feet in height, they bore thick blood-ridden tools that a butcher would normally use. And their faces, INHUMAN, with exposed gums and teeth... they nearly killed me and took my flesh! fortunetly i was able to make it out in time..."

"you mean to tell me you saw a dark nest of some evil creatures in this very forest?"

"OH NO it was quite a ways a way!"

"how long have you been running?"

"I was hoping that my feet would take me to Corbesant, the great devil slayer!"

"HAH! that old fool, you know that he's far too busy for the likes of you!"

"...For your information I was one of the highest ranking officials in his army in the battle of Th'rl Nog..."

"oh really? Is that so? Are you aware that Morgan Corbesant wasn't even PRESENT for the battle of Th'rl Nog!!"

"and how would you know that..."

"I lead that cruisade! Th'rl Nog was my HOME!"

"...then you really ARE a half-elf... ah the first time i've met one... are all of your kind gifted with such beauty?"

The Bladebard finally slapped Bryth into attention...

"if you want to talk to "the great" *and lazy* Morgan Corbesant, i would belive him to be in the town of Gaudoran, it's just a few roads away from here...

"thank you ma'am..." the bard began running but then stopped... and then he turned and faced the woman who was about to set about on her own path...

"if you woulnd't mind... may I ask your name?"

"In order to pronounce the last part of it i'd have to wrap your tounge around your head, but my freinds just call me by the first part: Sky"

"sky... ah... a name fit for a queen of the heavens..."

"quit the melodramatics already, i'm a bard too ya'know!"

"ah, yes yes... indeed... um... I was wondring... where were you headed?"

"to see if work can be found on the towns bordering the dark side..."

"AH but those towns are still in need of repair, i'm certain that work of your ... or my stature would be useless there..."

"oh and what makes you so certain?"

"... i was THERE" the bard lied...

"you blinked when you said that..."

"no really i was!"

"you blinked again!"

"darnit i've got to work on that..."

"look it's obviouse that you want me to tag along with you as if we were just freinds or somehting, the reality is that we're just two strangers who met on a road and had a longer-than-average conversation..."

"your honest is both brutal and very true..."

The bards stood in silence for a bit, nodded and then went their seperate ways, deciding not to look back, Byrth began to kick up his legs in a run... Morgan Corbesant HAD to know of what he'd seen! Inhuman creatures ready to fight to the death to defend their home in a land of perpetual nightmare and darkness...