From: pseudo@nic.gac.edu
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: New Patron AND Re: Faery
Message-ID: <1992May16.142136.1417@gacvx2.gac.edu>
Date: 16 May 92 20:21:35 GMT
References: <1992May15.221648.19211@mercury.cair.du.edu>

> 	"Look at all the people... Gee I wish I could get in there."
> he is heard mumbling as he flies up and lands on the bar.  "Look at
> the pools, mabye I'll go for a swim."  He then tries to jump in 
> Caezar's ale glass.

Caezar nods back to the 7' tall starnger and then looks in astonishment at the  
aleglass that apeared in front of him with a faery swimming in it.  Putting his  
arm around Azzar, he says, "Aye good friends I have another tale for those  
willing to listen.  Tis a tale of gods and magic, of worlds and war, of love  
and compassion.  Tis the Tale of Tarkhan."  He slowely takes a sip of his  
elvish wine and continues, "In the beginning of my world there were 25 gods,  
the 12 greater gods and the 13 lesser gods and each functioned according to its  
orientation, doing what seemed best to it.  Volsi', god of the earth did see  
that creatures were created to inhabit the world and to entertain the gods.  He  
first made a model of a person and called her Dalma and from her example he  
made all the other beings to inhabit the world.  And Volsi' and Dalma grew  
close and they spent much time together and grew to love each other."  He takes  
another sip and looks at Azzar.  "However, working for different ends was the  
god Tarkhan, the patron of desolation and destruction, of nothingness, and he  
hated Volsi''s work and it pained him to see it.  He tried to creat his own  
Dalma to wreck havoc with Volsi''s creation, but failed for he could create  
nothing.  Finally a fiendish plot was born in his mind and he set about to  
accomplish it.  He began the construction of a great magic of doom, the  
apocolypse spell, a magic which would suck all life from the world and destroy  
all the gods leaving nothingness.  Yet Volsi', Lord of the Land, felt the  
disturbance being done to his creation even as Tarkhan was starting to make his  
magic, and Volsi' searched for it's cause.  When at last he discovered the  
workings of Tarkhan, he confronted him in anger and there was a great battle  
between the two gods that shook the Land for two days until Volsi' was defeated  
and made prisioner of Tarkhan.  And Tarkhan tortured his advesary both by  
telling himof what was to be and by gouging out Volsi'd eye."  Caezar takes a  
sip of wine and leans forward on the table, before continueing softly, "Yet  
Volsi''s pain was know to Dalma, his favorite creation, and she set about to  
look for him, finding him at last in Tarkhan's palace.  And she made petition  
to Tarkhan to release Volsi' and take her in his place.  But Tarkhan was  
treacherous and he made her his prisioner as well and paraded her before Volsi'  
and gloted.  Yet, Dalma had thought it was so and she gave Volsi' the key even  
as Tarkhan was gloating.  That night even while Tarkhan was taking Dalma and  
torturing her with his passion, Volsi' unlocked himself and escaped to the  
mansions of his brother gods.  Tarkhan's anger was unmatched and he struck, and  
maimed, and took Dalma until she was all but dead and scarcely recognizable."   
Caezar looks to see who might be listening and appriciating his tale before  
finishing.  "When Volsi' reached his brother's estates he pleaded with them  
'Look and behold the fell plan of Tarkhan our brother, for he desires to  
destroy all the world and yea even the gods with it, ripping it asunder,  
killeing all, for such is his maddness!  I tell you that TarKhan has  
constructed a magic of ultimate doom which we must stop!  Help me in this my  
brothers, for it is all our buisnesses, and all our fates in the balance!'  And  
the 23 remaining gods, both greater and lesser, rose like one body, headed by  
Volsi', Lord of the Land, and Martarnka, God of Goodness and Protection, and  
battled Tarkhan.  And the battle scarred the world, burning the great southern  
desert into the world, and the gods worked a mighty magic that riped Tarkhan  
assunder and spread his essence to the wind, never to rejoin.  Yet, they could  
not destry him, for destruction was Tarkhan's provance, and so they feared his  
return.  And the god's held council and decided that one of their number must  
always gaurd against the return of Tarkhan, and they elected Martarnka who  
elected his servent Pantrek, lesser god of traveling and travelers, to always  
be watching for the return of Tarkhan and so it is to this day with the priests  
of Pantrek.  And the god Martarnka, feeling for his brother's grief, healed  
Dalma, and infused her with a portion of himself that she could be eternal, and  
such she is.  To this day, Dalma is Volsi''s beloved consort in the heavens.   
That is the Tale of Tarkhan."  Caezar takes a long pull of his chilled elvish  
wine and savors it, gazing affectionatly at the Lady Azzar.  Slowely, he turns  
to face Cromwell, "I belive Lord Cromwell knows more to that tale.  Perhaps he  
will tell it to us."  Caezar leans back close to Azzar, takes a sip of wine,  
and waits to see if the tale will be picked up."  
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* Caezar S'Impersi'    * The truely powerful *
* Caezar the Scribe    * need not flaunt it. * 
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