2006-05-18 Lady of Lore: Here is the first portion to my novel, feedback please! ^_^ 2006-05-20 Marten: Very good story. It combines some old gaelic language with a tolkien feeling, all with it's own unique statement. I likes. *stamps with approval* 2006-05-22 Lady of Lore: Thanks very much ^_^[Lady of Lore]: 394.Throl Embar Warriors, Prologue
Rating: 0.25 Throl Embar Warriors
Centuries ago the land was altered. Magic lived and thrived. Elves still filled the air with their fair voices. Dwarves still thundered and tinkered in smoke wreathed forges. Demons still dwelled in the darkness. The followers of ancient magics sought power over nature. It was the time when great and terrible monarchs waged war on one another.
The land was divided by a mountain range, Warg's Teeth that encircled the Elvin Valley and divided the land into four other realms.
To the North lay the crumbled kingdom of Medwin, ruled by the wizened Warlock Council. The warlocks were cruel rulers, consumed by their desire for power. They often raided villages for captives in their magic experiments.
To the South lay the realm of the dwarves, ruled by the Trahern family. They mined deep caverns in the Warg's Teeth searching for materials for their great constructs.
In the eastern moorlands lay the kingdom of Meredydd. The tall moor folk were renowned for their skills as farmers and fighters, as well as for their exceptionally strong ale.
The westward scope of land was home of demons. The Murky Marshes housed the demons because they could not go anywhere else. It was rumored that they are the failed experiments of the Medwin. The hellish landscape held all sorts of dark and dreadful demons who are consumed by hate. These twisted creatures fought amongst themselves ruthlessly a chaotic uncontrolled society ruled only by death and hunger.
For decades the mad warlocks of Medwin waged war upon the other kingdoms, driving hoards of demons before their spell conjured armies to sweep relentlessly over towns and armies. These wars were recorded as the Lamented Wars. Eventually the war reached the capitol of the elves, Redara, and the battle threatened to destroy it. The allied armies of Redara, Meredydd, and Trahern fought desperately for two weeks on the walls of Redara. In a final effort to turn the tide of war, the mages of the three lands beseeched the ancient magic of Faery to come to their aid.
Faery agreed and through their magic the Faery created the Bairn. The magic chose individuals from all three races and mingled in their blood, imbuing them with terrible power. In the fray of battle, the Bairn became altered by the magic. They tore through the ranks of Medwin and demons with such fury and devastation the enemies fled in terror.
Later though, the Bairn discovered the cost of their power and found its magic to be more of a curse. Transformation occurred when an emotion of anger of fury overwhelmed them; uncontrolled and terrifying their own people feared them.
Years of peace ensued but the Bairn were restless from the wild magic that worked through them. Powerful Bairn mages, fearful of the demons return, created two barriers in each kingdom in secret tokens. So long as the kingdom possessed the token demons could not enter their land. Under the protection of these barriers, the three kingdoms grew complacent and proud after years of prosperity. The generations began to forget the horrors of war and their alliances. Yet the darkness was gathering once again, silently seething, and biding its timeā¦