Post by devaril on Sept 14, 2005 10:45:45 GMT -5
Ok, Im first of the BSers to get something down in the Fireside section. This story, I hope, should serve to inspire other Bards to spin a yarn. This particular Archive was created about 8 years ago - I was playing EverQuest, and had been in a young but fair sized Guild. I learned what I liked about Guilds and what I disliked. A core group of real life friends and I decided we could create something better than what we had, formerly, belonged to. With that being Said, I decided we needed a 'Legend' to inspire the masses to Join us; a common cause to always fall back on.
I submit to you the product of that Thought. It was co-written by myself and a good friend of the time. It is a bit lengthy, but what great tale isn't? I don't mean to pat myself on the back, but I did get alot of positive response from this.
I hope you enjoy it - Please share your own tales
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THE LEGEND OF THE WYRM
In a time when good and righteousness ruled the land, all creatures of
Norrath lived in a peaceful coexistence. Although separated by racial,
cultural and linguistic uniqueness, prejudices and biases were unknown
to them. Barbarians, humans, elves and dwarves all lived side by side,
breaking bread together, hunting together and working together.
However, this was on the surface. Far below the surface of Norrath
lived the followers of Innoruk, the evil one. They were a collections of
the foulest of the foul creatures and races. Serving their dark lord
and his evil brethren gods, they toiled at their evil deeds. Jealous of
the surface creatures' happiness, Innoruk and Cazic Thule joined forces
to banish the pure and true. Using a basic strategy of divide and
conquer, strange dark magics were used and split the land in all
directions. Chaos and panic spread across Norrath as brother and sister
were separated, fathers and mothers lost. At the height of the
pandemonium, Bertoxulus set a plague upon the lands. The forces of dark
rose up and began to sweep across kingdoms, destroying everything in
sight. Yet this was not to be the end. Rallying behind King Mistmoore
II warriors and spellcasters arose from all of Norrath to smite the
onslaught. A constant battle, swaying too and fro continued for 12
years. Tiring of the indecisive war, Innoruk called upon the most vile
of all his subjects to punish King Mistmoore and smash the uprising.
News of some great evil being brewed by Innoruk and Cazic Thule reached
the advisors of King Mistmoore II at the cost of several lives.
Preparing to meet this new menace, King Mistmoore II turned to one of
his most honored knights. Long being known as a great cultural kingdom,
the King had created The Great Library. Within the library lay the
greatest and most rare of books on all of Norrath. The custodian of The
Great Library was this honored knight, appointed by Mistmoore himself as
a reward for many years of good service. The knight's name was
Octavious Veridyme, Keeper Of The Words. His brother, Falla Veridyme,
Keeper Of The Code was King Mistmoore's closest advisor. The two
brothers were responsible for training and educating all of the
Mistmoore Knighthood. The combined curriculum led to the Motto of
Mistmoore, "Through the words come wisdom; Through the code comes
power; Through the words and code comes balance." Falla, the elder
brother had a son named Junus who was a promising young knight in the
ranks. Octavious had a son named Granger, who was several years younger
than his cousin Junus, but idolized him none-the-less. Too young to
even squire, Granger poured himself into the books his father cared for,
listened into the lessons and absorbed everything in order to prepare
himself for the day he would apply to be a squire. A fine warrior,
Octavious had reluctantly accepted the post, but soon grew to love his
position. When word came down from the council that some great evil
would be brought into the war by Innoruk, Octavious began to research
all the great books of history and lore. Unsure what to look for,
Octavious became overwhelmed and had his son Granger apprentice him.
Father and son worked side by side for weeks, hypothesizing and
guessing. When all the ideas had been written down for the King's
advisors to contemplate, a sense of relief came to Octavious and
Granger. As they sit back and partook of a loaf of bread and some
cheese, Granger thingyed his head to one side as he looked upon a book on
one of the uppermost shelves in the corner. The book seemed to have an
aura about it. Octavious followed his son's gaze to see the book
himself. His curiosity piqued, Octavious walked over hesitantly to see
a book he had never seen before. Cautiously he removed the book from
the shelf to find a perfectly smooth leather bound book with small
diamond shaped lightstones imbedded into it. It was so finely crafted
that to the touch Octavious could not feel a seam or ripple where the
stones appeared to live in codependency with the leather. Upon the
cover, in pure gold lettering were three words, on atop the other,
"Wurmlore", "est" and "Veeshan." Slowly, Octavious opened the book to
find crisp parchment that appeared as if they had just been pressed.
The words, which were in a language he had never seen, seemed to still
be damp on the page.
As Octavious sat down with Granger, they began to work feverishly at
trying to decipher this mysterious book. Words began to form, followed
by sentences, paragraphs and finally chapters, making sense. As the
strange words began to realize that the book was of an ancient language,
unspoken by humanoids. Most importantly, it was a history of Norrath
before the kingdoms were formed. A time when all creatures dwelled on
the surface, and of creatures in formation as yet unknown to Norrath.
The beginning of Norrath and the arrival of the Gods. One word kept
appearing over and over that could not be translated. The word Wurm
appeared to be some creature that was so powerful and found in
multitudes of shapes, sizes and colors. This creature, although
sometimes benevolent in some forms, was also heinous and hideous in
others, so foul that to speak the word Wurm left a bitter taste on the
lips. Legends of great warriors and heroes filled the book. Within the
stories, tales of Dark Elves, Trolls, Erudites, and Ogres stood against
their evil brethren's ways. Along with these stories, tales of the
"good" races turning on their brothers and falling prey to the evil ones
were revealed. At the end of each tale the ending was the same, as a
beacon and a warning, "Judge not but for actions."
After a fortnight of constant work, they reached an impasse and could
not could not decipher the last chapter. As the darkened hours of the
morning waned, Octavious blew out the candles and carried his sleeping
son to his bed. Octavious walked the towers of Mistmoore Keep to clear
his mind. The faint haze of the morning carried a heavy feel to it,
like a wet blanket on the mind. As Octavious walked back to his
quarters he heard a rushed and harried commotion at the gates. He ran
down to see what was going on where he saw several warriors approaching
rapidly. One of these was his nephew Junus, whose face was a ghostly
white and his eyes filled with something his uncle had never seen in him
. . . panic.
As the Mistmoore Knighthood, the King's Advisory Council, Octavious,
and the King himself gathered in the Chapel of Mistmoore's Council Hall,
Junus and the few he had returned with began to tell the tale of their
routing.
"The night was eerily calm," Junus began. "The standard patrols out,
the watch set and the camps made. Then . . . a . . . a cold mist came
over the bivouac. A swarm of creatures were upon our perimeter and were
met by our forces. We held our ground and the battle seemed to be ours
. . . until . . . until . . . until IT came." Junus shivered and
dropped his head. As he did so mutters and rumblings swept across the
chapel until King Mistmoore cleared his throat for quiet.
"Sir Junus, what was this 'IT' you speak of"
Junus calmly raised his head to meet the King's eyes and said in a
lucid voice, "A creature of whose origins I have not known. It was as
large as this chapel, with wings and a pointed tail. Its silvery skin
appeared to be reptilian in nature. Its basilisk shaped face had a
tongue and hideously sharp teeth. I . . . I . . . I . . . could swear
my lord that it spoke to the ground forces, directing them in combat.
Almost warning them in each of their own languages of its oncoming
fury. Then, it reared back, inhaled deeply and blew a sheet of ice from
its mouth. Knights became frozen in place . . . in time, monuments to
death. Our archers could not pierce its skin, our spellcasters had no
effect, and our warriors could not wound it. Hundreds fell before the
retreat order was given. I fear we are lost my lord."
A silence fell upon the Knighthood as all took in what Junus said.
Finally, King Mistmoore looked to Junus and asked, "What of my brother,
Antel?"
Junus looked up sheepishly and the King and replied, "Dead, sire, as he
was one of the first to go."
The King slumped at the news, obviously shaken. "Have we no idea what
this creature is?"
One of the knights that returned with Junus replied, "Sire, I believe I
heard some of the opposing forces chanting, 'Wurm Lox.'
Suddenly, a fire burned through Octavious' mind causing him to slump
over in pain. As the entire congregation turned, Octavious stood and
excused himself. He reached the library to find Granger awake, and at
the desk where the Wurmlore book lay resting. Granger had awakened to
the same pain his father had experienced in the chapel, and when he came
to find his father in the library he glanced at the book. Much to his
surprise, as he glanced at it he could swear it spoke to him, and he
noticed that the words were now easy to read in their original
publication, not needing to be ciphered. Octavious too could read every
word as if it had been written in Elven. Now, the final chapter was
legible to him, as was the cover. "Dragonlore, By Veeshan." And
suddenly he realized that Wurm was not just spelled that way, but also
Wyrm. They were different creatures by nature. The Wyrm were good
dragons by nature, and the Wurm were evil by nature. Also, Wyrm and
Wurms were Dragons. Veeshan was the Wyrmqueen, as explained in the
book, whereas Innoruk was the Wurmlord. The mysterious word now made
sense. Wurm Lox was Dragon Lox. The mysterious language was in the
Wyrmqueen's own language.
The final chapter spoke of ancient magics, hidden throughout Norrath,
of large parties working together in unison to drive away the evil
Dragons that opposed Veeshan, the Wyrmqueen. All races and types of
humanoids gathered together, from bakers to tailors, from warriors to
healers and other spellcasters united to face this menace. They worked
with a pure heart to banish Innouruk's pets. As they read on, the walls
began to shake apart. Out of the eastern window of the library a dark
cloud began to cover the morning light on the horizon. A cold mist
crept across the keep and bustling noises dotted the walls with shouts.
Suddenly, Octavious realized what was coming. "A Dragon." Octavious
hurriedly got into his armor and grabbed his trusty weapon and headed to
join his comrades in the battle to defend Mistmoore. By his side was
Junus and Falla. As the sky darkened and the winds rose to a freezing
temperature, eyes squinted and swept the sky searching for the beast
Junus described.
Cloaked in a heavy wrap, Granger stood by a doorway near the eastern
wall of the keep. He was the first to see it, but could not speak as
the fear filled him. Junus was next and shouted, "INCOMING!!!!" Many
knights just stood and gazed in awe, others fled like children so filled
with the Dragon's fear. With a flurry of steel and magic, the knights
composed themselves and began to fight off the fear and the dark forces
swarming the walls. From above, the menacing creature began a rapid
decent, faster than anything Granger had ever seen or imagined. He
watched in awe as the muscles rippled along the neck and wings of the
silver creature. Teeth sharper than any blade forged by the Mistmoore
smiths gleamed in the light, tainted with fresh blood. Suddenly, the
dark forces slowed and ebbed as the first of the horrified knights
looked to see the sheet of ice coming from the creatures mouth, just
before they were encased in ice. As many tried to fight off the foul
creature they were cut in half by its bite and its tail that whipped
around, and those lucky enough found themselves impaled by the razor
sharp talons of the creature. The knights began to fight their way back
into the inner portions of the keep. As they did, the dark forces
flooded the walls. It was then that Falla and Junus were slain by
Orcs. Octavious quickly ran to Granger and grabbed him, carrying him
back to the library. King Mistmoore and his personal guard fought their
way back to the chapel and prayed for the gods to help them,
unfortunately it was too late. For too long they had lived in
self-importance, believing that they were above the gods in their
lifestyle.
In the library, Octavious ran to the Wurmlore book, wrapped it in a
cloth and gave it to Granger. "No matter what happens here today, you
must take this to the others. They are out there, and you shall know
them. As the book says, 'Judge not but by actions.' They will reveal
themselves. Gather them together, unite them, tutor them and train
them, and defeat the evil ones. Through the words come wisdom; Through
the code comes power; Through the words and code comes balance. You are
last to know, the final link in the chain. With you, this book will be
in the hands of love and only good shall come from it and from within
you." With that, Octavious sent Granger out through a secret door to
safety.
Just as he shut the door, the roof was blown off the library and Wurm
Lox looked down upon Octavious. Grinning evilly, the Lox spoke, "Time
to die, little one."
Much to his surprise, Octavious knew what Lox said, but even more
surprising was when he spoke back in the Wurm tongue and the look on
Lox's face. "From the heart of good, you shall be sent back to the pits
from which you came." With that Octavious spun his sword and charged
Lox. Peeking in from behind the door, Granger saw his father stop in
mid track as he was frozen by the large creature.
Screaming from the pit of his soul, "Father!!, Noooooo!" Suddenly, Lox
turned to Granger and inhaled deeply. Just as he began to breath out,
Granger shut the door and ran as fast as he could. Hearing the creak of
wood an stone bending at the impact, followed by a hideous screech from
Lox, Granger continued to run, and never stopped until he finally
collapsed. When he woke, he was in the woods, quiet and alone. As he
made his way to Kaladim, the first of the news came in at a shop along
the way. The war was over. Conditions were sketchy, but what was known
was that King Mistmoore was dead, his body being drawn and quartered.
The four parts were to be spread across Norrath to serve as a warning of
rebellion. Mistmoore itself would be occupied and given to the dark
forces, along with the coastal mansion of King Mistmoore's in Dragnor's
Cauldron. These terms had been reached in agreement of all the gods.
Finally, Veeshan and the other gods of light had stepped in to stop the
madness. Granger's mind ached. He was alone, with no home and no
family. He saw his father die in front of him and could do nothing but
shake for hours. He reached in his bag to get some bread he had taken
with him, and saw it. It was the book, Wyrmlore, wrapped in the cloth
by his father. He suddenly was filled with a sense of responsibility,
and remembered his father's words. From that day forward, he traveled
all of Norrath in search of those to teach in the ways of the Wyrm,
seeking to gather the forces to rid Norrath of Lox and his Wurmkind, and
teach those who were worthy the difference between The Wyrm and The
Wurm. This was the beginning of "The Order of the Wyrm."
Humbly submitted by Galidorne Wyndthalos, Loremaster, Order of the Wyrm
I submit to you the product of that Thought. It was co-written by myself and a good friend of the time. It is a bit lengthy, but what great tale isn't? I don't mean to pat myself on the back, but I did get alot of positive response from this.
I hope you enjoy it - Please share your own tales
-------------------------------------------------------------------------
THE LEGEND OF THE WYRM
In a time when good and righteousness ruled the land, all creatures of
Norrath lived in a peaceful coexistence. Although separated by racial,
cultural and linguistic uniqueness, prejudices and biases were unknown
to them. Barbarians, humans, elves and dwarves all lived side by side,
breaking bread together, hunting together and working together.
However, this was on the surface. Far below the surface of Norrath
lived the followers of Innoruk, the evil one. They were a collections of
the foulest of the foul creatures and races. Serving their dark lord
and his evil brethren gods, they toiled at their evil deeds. Jealous of
the surface creatures' happiness, Innoruk and Cazic Thule joined forces
to banish the pure and true. Using a basic strategy of divide and
conquer, strange dark magics were used and split the land in all
directions. Chaos and panic spread across Norrath as brother and sister
were separated, fathers and mothers lost. At the height of the
pandemonium, Bertoxulus set a plague upon the lands. The forces of dark
rose up and began to sweep across kingdoms, destroying everything in
sight. Yet this was not to be the end. Rallying behind King Mistmoore
II warriors and spellcasters arose from all of Norrath to smite the
onslaught. A constant battle, swaying too and fro continued for 12
years. Tiring of the indecisive war, Innoruk called upon the most vile
of all his subjects to punish King Mistmoore and smash the uprising.
News of some great evil being brewed by Innoruk and Cazic Thule reached
the advisors of King Mistmoore II at the cost of several lives.
Preparing to meet this new menace, King Mistmoore II turned to one of
his most honored knights. Long being known as a great cultural kingdom,
the King had created The Great Library. Within the library lay the
greatest and most rare of books on all of Norrath. The custodian of The
Great Library was this honored knight, appointed by Mistmoore himself as
a reward for many years of good service. The knight's name was
Octavious Veridyme, Keeper Of The Words. His brother, Falla Veridyme,
Keeper Of The Code was King Mistmoore's closest advisor. The two
brothers were responsible for training and educating all of the
Mistmoore Knighthood. The combined curriculum led to the Motto of
Mistmoore, "Through the words come wisdom; Through the code comes
power; Through the words and code comes balance." Falla, the elder
brother had a son named Junus who was a promising young knight in the
ranks. Octavious had a son named Granger, who was several years younger
than his cousin Junus, but idolized him none-the-less. Too young to
even squire, Granger poured himself into the books his father cared for,
listened into the lessons and absorbed everything in order to prepare
himself for the day he would apply to be a squire. A fine warrior,
Octavious had reluctantly accepted the post, but soon grew to love his
position. When word came down from the council that some great evil
would be brought into the war by Innoruk, Octavious began to research
all the great books of history and lore. Unsure what to look for,
Octavious became overwhelmed and had his son Granger apprentice him.
Father and son worked side by side for weeks, hypothesizing and
guessing. When all the ideas had been written down for the King's
advisors to contemplate, a sense of relief came to Octavious and
Granger. As they sit back and partook of a loaf of bread and some
cheese, Granger thingyed his head to one side as he looked upon a book on
one of the uppermost shelves in the corner. The book seemed to have an
aura about it. Octavious followed his son's gaze to see the book
himself. His curiosity piqued, Octavious walked over hesitantly to see
a book he had never seen before. Cautiously he removed the book from
the shelf to find a perfectly smooth leather bound book with small
diamond shaped lightstones imbedded into it. It was so finely crafted
that to the touch Octavious could not feel a seam or ripple where the
stones appeared to live in codependency with the leather. Upon the
cover, in pure gold lettering were three words, on atop the other,
"Wurmlore", "est" and "Veeshan." Slowly, Octavious opened the book to
find crisp parchment that appeared as if they had just been pressed.
The words, which were in a language he had never seen, seemed to still
be damp on the page.
As Octavious sat down with Granger, they began to work feverishly at
trying to decipher this mysterious book. Words began to form, followed
by sentences, paragraphs and finally chapters, making sense. As the
strange words began to realize that the book was of an ancient language,
unspoken by humanoids. Most importantly, it was a history of Norrath
before the kingdoms were formed. A time when all creatures dwelled on
the surface, and of creatures in formation as yet unknown to Norrath.
The beginning of Norrath and the arrival of the Gods. One word kept
appearing over and over that could not be translated. The word Wurm
appeared to be some creature that was so powerful and found in
multitudes of shapes, sizes and colors. This creature, although
sometimes benevolent in some forms, was also heinous and hideous in
others, so foul that to speak the word Wurm left a bitter taste on the
lips. Legends of great warriors and heroes filled the book. Within the
stories, tales of Dark Elves, Trolls, Erudites, and Ogres stood against
their evil brethren's ways. Along with these stories, tales of the
"good" races turning on their brothers and falling prey to the evil ones
were revealed. At the end of each tale the ending was the same, as a
beacon and a warning, "Judge not but for actions."
After a fortnight of constant work, they reached an impasse and could
not could not decipher the last chapter. As the darkened hours of the
morning waned, Octavious blew out the candles and carried his sleeping
son to his bed. Octavious walked the towers of Mistmoore Keep to clear
his mind. The faint haze of the morning carried a heavy feel to it,
like a wet blanket on the mind. As Octavious walked back to his
quarters he heard a rushed and harried commotion at the gates. He ran
down to see what was going on where he saw several warriors approaching
rapidly. One of these was his nephew Junus, whose face was a ghostly
white and his eyes filled with something his uncle had never seen in him
. . . panic.
As the Mistmoore Knighthood, the King's Advisory Council, Octavious,
and the King himself gathered in the Chapel of Mistmoore's Council Hall,
Junus and the few he had returned with began to tell the tale of their
routing.
"The night was eerily calm," Junus began. "The standard patrols out,
the watch set and the camps made. Then . . . a . . . a cold mist came
over the bivouac. A swarm of creatures were upon our perimeter and were
met by our forces. We held our ground and the battle seemed to be ours
. . . until . . . until . . . until IT came." Junus shivered and
dropped his head. As he did so mutters and rumblings swept across the
chapel until King Mistmoore cleared his throat for quiet.
"Sir Junus, what was this 'IT' you speak of"
Junus calmly raised his head to meet the King's eyes and said in a
lucid voice, "A creature of whose origins I have not known. It was as
large as this chapel, with wings and a pointed tail. Its silvery skin
appeared to be reptilian in nature. Its basilisk shaped face had a
tongue and hideously sharp teeth. I . . . I . . . I . . . could swear
my lord that it spoke to the ground forces, directing them in combat.
Almost warning them in each of their own languages of its oncoming
fury. Then, it reared back, inhaled deeply and blew a sheet of ice from
its mouth. Knights became frozen in place . . . in time, monuments to
death. Our archers could not pierce its skin, our spellcasters had no
effect, and our warriors could not wound it. Hundreds fell before the
retreat order was given. I fear we are lost my lord."
A silence fell upon the Knighthood as all took in what Junus said.
Finally, King Mistmoore looked to Junus and asked, "What of my brother,
Antel?"
Junus looked up sheepishly and the King and replied, "Dead, sire, as he
was one of the first to go."
The King slumped at the news, obviously shaken. "Have we no idea what
this creature is?"
One of the knights that returned with Junus replied, "Sire, I believe I
heard some of the opposing forces chanting, 'Wurm Lox.'
Suddenly, a fire burned through Octavious' mind causing him to slump
over in pain. As the entire congregation turned, Octavious stood and
excused himself. He reached the library to find Granger awake, and at
the desk where the Wurmlore book lay resting. Granger had awakened to
the same pain his father had experienced in the chapel, and when he came
to find his father in the library he glanced at the book. Much to his
surprise, as he glanced at it he could swear it spoke to him, and he
noticed that the words were now easy to read in their original
publication, not needing to be ciphered. Octavious too could read every
word as if it had been written in Elven. Now, the final chapter was
legible to him, as was the cover. "Dragonlore, By Veeshan." And
suddenly he realized that Wurm was not just spelled that way, but also
Wyrm. They were different creatures by nature. The Wyrm were good
dragons by nature, and the Wurm were evil by nature. Also, Wyrm and
Wurms were Dragons. Veeshan was the Wyrmqueen, as explained in the
book, whereas Innoruk was the Wurmlord. The mysterious word now made
sense. Wurm Lox was Dragon Lox. The mysterious language was in the
Wyrmqueen's own language.
The final chapter spoke of ancient magics, hidden throughout Norrath,
of large parties working together in unison to drive away the evil
Dragons that opposed Veeshan, the Wyrmqueen. All races and types of
humanoids gathered together, from bakers to tailors, from warriors to
healers and other spellcasters united to face this menace. They worked
with a pure heart to banish Innouruk's pets. As they read on, the walls
began to shake apart. Out of the eastern window of the library a dark
cloud began to cover the morning light on the horizon. A cold mist
crept across the keep and bustling noises dotted the walls with shouts.
Suddenly, Octavious realized what was coming. "A Dragon." Octavious
hurriedly got into his armor and grabbed his trusty weapon and headed to
join his comrades in the battle to defend Mistmoore. By his side was
Junus and Falla. As the sky darkened and the winds rose to a freezing
temperature, eyes squinted and swept the sky searching for the beast
Junus described.
Cloaked in a heavy wrap, Granger stood by a doorway near the eastern
wall of the keep. He was the first to see it, but could not speak as
the fear filled him. Junus was next and shouted, "INCOMING!!!!" Many
knights just stood and gazed in awe, others fled like children so filled
with the Dragon's fear. With a flurry of steel and magic, the knights
composed themselves and began to fight off the fear and the dark forces
swarming the walls. From above, the menacing creature began a rapid
decent, faster than anything Granger had ever seen or imagined. He
watched in awe as the muscles rippled along the neck and wings of the
silver creature. Teeth sharper than any blade forged by the Mistmoore
smiths gleamed in the light, tainted with fresh blood. Suddenly, the
dark forces slowed and ebbed as the first of the horrified knights
looked to see the sheet of ice coming from the creatures mouth, just
before they were encased in ice. As many tried to fight off the foul
creature they were cut in half by its bite and its tail that whipped
around, and those lucky enough found themselves impaled by the razor
sharp talons of the creature. The knights began to fight their way back
into the inner portions of the keep. As they did, the dark forces
flooded the walls. It was then that Falla and Junus were slain by
Orcs. Octavious quickly ran to Granger and grabbed him, carrying him
back to the library. King Mistmoore and his personal guard fought their
way back to the chapel and prayed for the gods to help them,
unfortunately it was too late. For too long they had lived in
self-importance, believing that they were above the gods in their
lifestyle.
In the library, Octavious ran to the Wurmlore book, wrapped it in a
cloth and gave it to Granger. "No matter what happens here today, you
must take this to the others. They are out there, and you shall know
them. As the book says, 'Judge not but by actions.' They will reveal
themselves. Gather them together, unite them, tutor them and train
them, and defeat the evil ones. Through the words come wisdom; Through
the code comes power; Through the words and code comes balance. You are
last to know, the final link in the chain. With you, this book will be
in the hands of love and only good shall come from it and from within
you." With that, Octavious sent Granger out through a secret door to
safety.
Just as he shut the door, the roof was blown off the library and Wurm
Lox looked down upon Octavious. Grinning evilly, the Lox spoke, "Time
to die, little one."
Much to his surprise, Octavious knew what Lox said, but even more
surprising was when he spoke back in the Wurm tongue and the look on
Lox's face. "From the heart of good, you shall be sent back to the pits
from which you came." With that Octavious spun his sword and charged
Lox. Peeking in from behind the door, Granger saw his father stop in
mid track as he was frozen by the large creature.
Screaming from the pit of his soul, "Father!!, Noooooo!" Suddenly, Lox
turned to Granger and inhaled deeply. Just as he began to breath out,
Granger shut the door and ran as fast as he could. Hearing the creak of
wood an stone bending at the impact, followed by a hideous screech from
Lox, Granger continued to run, and never stopped until he finally
collapsed. When he woke, he was in the woods, quiet and alone. As he
made his way to Kaladim, the first of the news came in at a shop along
the way. The war was over. Conditions were sketchy, but what was known
was that King Mistmoore was dead, his body being drawn and quartered.
The four parts were to be spread across Norrath to serve as a warning of
rebellion. Mistmoore itself would be occupied and given to the dark
forces, along with the coastal mansion of King Mistmoore's in Dragnor's
Cauldron. These terms had been reached in agreement of all the gods.
Finally, Veeshan and the other gods of light had stepped in to stop the
madness. Granger's mind ached. He was alone, with no home and no
family. He saw his father die in front of him and could do nothing but
shake for hours. He reached in his bag to get some bread he had taken
with him, and saw it. It was the book, Wyrmlore, wrapped in the cloth
by his father. He suddenly was filled with a sense of responsibility,
and remembered his father's words. From that day forward, he traveled
all of Norrath in search of those to teach in the ways of the Wyrm,
seeking to gather the forces to rid Norrath of Lox and his Wurmkind, and
teach those who were worthy the difference between The Wyrm and The
Wurm. This was the beginning of "The Order of the Wyrm."
Humbly submitted by Galidorne Wyndthalos, Loremaster, Order of the Wyrm
