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| Tales of the Artifacts |
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| Wednesday, 08 October 2008 07:40 | |||||
Page 1 of 3 A collection of stories written by Miggy Wurm is, sometimes, a place of legends. Most lands are if you dig deep enough. Generally you never notice. You pick up your hatchet in the morning and you brave the forests to fetch wood for your oven; where the forest came from, who has walked on those hills before, is probably far from your mind. But occasionally, someone will take the trouble to put down in words their version of history, their take on the many legends that hover just beneath the skin of society.
Miggy has taken up his pen, however, and tells us tales of the artifacts, and the legends that surround them. Revisit often as he adds to this collection! Scrolls of MagranonAnd so it was that the barbarians raided Darashurth. Once again the savages roamed across the peaceful hamlet, leaving no traces of the previous occupants. The houses were looted and burnt, the warehouses were pillaged and destroyed, and the villagers were cut down like lambs. Little did they leave behind, but a small band of villagers, lead by Siva. Viewing the desolate plain that used to be his home, Siva fell to his knees, crying for mercy. How would they ever survive in their native homes if the barbarians would not let them. Who could save them from the barbarian onslaught, and let them live peacefully. And before him appeared the giant Magranon, wielding his great sword of steel and towering even the highest of the pines. As his words of thunder rolled over the lands, the trees bent as to winds and the seas went wild as to a storm. His eyes burnt with a glow strong as fire, ready to incinerate anything standing in his way. I will teach you how to defend these lands, Siva, for they are sacred to me. With my power you will make a mighty fortress to hold this place for ages to come. You will withstand the most ferocious waves, and you will be the fiercest warriors in this world. Dig deep to rock and fashion grand walls to hold back your enemies. tunnel deeper to iron to craft mighty armour and shields to defend your warriors. Mine into the nethermost so you may forge steel for deadly swords and mauls. Such is the way of my champions, and as such you will live. As the followers begun to dig, they struck an object in the dirt. A mighty sword, finely crafted from steel and with lethal edges, shining with a glow that could match that of the sun. As Siva picked it up, the bond was made, and the crowd was no more mere people, but the champions of Magranon. As the next wave of barbarians rode along, they were met with thick stone walls, seemingly shaped out of the rock. No gaps were to be seen as if it was made from bricks, it was all one piece. Out of the gates poured warriors heavily clad in flawless iron armour. Leading them was Siva, wielding the Steel sword of Magranon. As the barbarians attacked, their charge seemed to do little to harm their opponents, nothing penetrated the iron skin. In return Siva swung his sword, and enemies fell around him. His followers did the same, and the barbarians were driven away. Never would they return to the city of blades. -Unknown author, scriptures found in a cave underneath ancient ruins... |
