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The cleansing fire shall have you all. Arragoth cometh, and you puny mortals are no match for his grace. The islanders have a new master, and that is my lord Arragoth... For I am Arragoths devoted servant, Urlaseas the Arch Magi. Bow deeply and kiss my knuckles, and I may ask m'lord to spare you, we always need someone to clean the latrines and lick our boots after a nice long walk through the cow pastures. Beg for a swift death foolish ones, the time has come for retribution against past indignities done upon m'lord. Long have I slaved over the hearthfires, working my meager magicks to ressurect my Prince. And FINALLY, he is awakening... After all these years, I may yet again be bathed in the infernal glare of his gaze. Run little cowards, death is coming and on its heels is eternal burning damnation.
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The sun scorches down upon the miserably bleak
landscape as vapors of steam rise up from the Lake.
Tyranth the Swift kneeled beside the shore, slowly
working the knots out of the small net that was his
livilihood. Tyranth has lived here all his life in the
shadow of the accursed Volcano, raising his family and
gillnetting every day for food. Never before has he
seen such activity from the rumbling mound of earth
that his fathers father chose to build their shack
under. If Tyranth was allowed, he would pull up stakes
and move his family lock stock and barrel back to
Traders Point. He still had family there after all,
and they would surely give him a Bosuns mate position
if not first mate or master position on one of their
fishing boats.... Ahh, but that is just a dream for
Tyranth. You see, Tyranth is just a serf, fishing
every day and keeping a quarter for his family,the
rest going directly to Baron Von Helmsfeld's kitchen.
The Baron loves the fish in this lake, and Tyranth is
the best fisherman in the village, he would never
allow Tyranth to leave.
Then one night, everything changed. Little
Tyranthraxus, Tyranths youngest and most timid child,
came bursting in the hovel, raging about the end of
the world. After several minutes persuasion Tyranth
was able to calm the child and coax the story from
him.
Tyranthraxus had been exploring in the hills
near the volcano when he came upon a squirrel playing
in one of the stunted trees that dot the hillside.
Thinking how proud his daddy would be if his littlest
one brought home something besides fish to eat for
once, Tyranthraxus quietly withdrew his sling and
bulleted the squirrel in the head. Swiftly,
Tyranthraxus set to field gutting the squirrel when he
heard a soft rustling in the bushes nearby. When
Tyranthraxus looked, there in the bush was a strange
beast. It had the body of a dog, but the face of a
man! The dog-man erupted from the bushes, racing
straight at poor tyranthraxus. Tyranthraxus raised his
hands in defense and then the strangest thing of all
happened. Upon raising his hands, faery fire arced
straight from Tyranthraxus's hands and set the dog-man
beast on fire. It ran away yelping and screaming a
stream of vulgarities. At that time, Tyranthraxus was
overcome with a weakness of the spirit... He felt
drained of life, like an old man, and sat down to
catch his breath and think about what had just
happened. Upond sitting, he was seized by a vision- It
foretold of the Volcano coming to life, and of the
ancient one entombed within breaking his bonds and
setting the world afire in his hatred. He saw his
hovel burned to the ground, and his family murdered
and raped. He saw the village used as a spawning
ground for evil half-man, half-beast creatures. He saw
every major city he had ever heard of, and some he
hadn't heard of, being beseiged by mighty legions of
lava creatures, the Ancient One directing it all. And
then he saw himself, leading a vast armada of warships
to the aid of the dying cities. It was then that he
woke, and ran as fast as he could to his fathers hovel
to plead with him to run from this place.
Tyranth was dubious as to Tyranthraxus's
mental health. But when Tyranthraxus raised his hand
and a pitcher of water floated across the room and
filled all of their cups Tyranth was suitably
impressed. With no further convincing, Tyranth packed
his family up and escaped into the night, heading for
the coast to get on the first cargo ship heading to
Traders Point. 2 Months later, they were there and the
Relatives did indeed make him master of his own ship.
Within a year, Tyranth had saved enough gold to enroll
his youngest, and now most brilliant, son into the
College of Magic....
.......And thus started the magical transformation
from little timid Tyranthraxus to master of Traders
Point. But that story will be told at a later date.
-Penned by Visilicus, Master Scribe
of Traders Point. CYC 100
"All who would fight Tyranny, and bring the light of
rightiousness to quench the darkness, follow me to
victory."
-Tyranthraxus,
Excerpt from his speech to Traders Point Merchant
Council, CYC 99.
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