Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: Dwelf, the city forgotten Message-ID: From: tim@mik.uky.edu (timothy c huesman) Date: Sat, 17 Oct 1992 05:06:33 GMT Keywords: new (old) city meteor evil Sure Nexus had its horrors and the hearts of most of its inhabitants could best be defined as mercenary, but come times of great trouble, when a dark enemy common to all rises, the peoples of the Known Lands made truces and fought it. Perhaps not completely unified, but still they fought it together. One such time, now many centuries past, an entire city was cursed by the magics of various shamans, mages, druids, evokers, artificers, practitioners, clerics, and spellsingers. So complete the burying of the city (it was swallowed entire by the ground) that those responsible for the cursing left scant records of the deed, and even then it was coded, for fear those of dark nature might attempt to 'unearth' some of its dark secrets. Thus the city of Dwelf has fallen out of memory even among the long-lived. Perhaps it is part of the cycle of life made possible by the spinning of the Great Wheel that causes darkness to rise from the dead as often as hope. Ahh such things are for dried-out philosophers to ponder over dusty tables and moldy, forgotten drinks. You and I need only know that evil attracts evil and sometimes(fortunately for you and me) one evil attracts the attention of and is devoured by a greater evil. For even evil stumbles in the darkness it creates. Long forgotten curses lay in a place unreachable by aught living. E'en the course of a great river carved by a long forgotten beast veered full around the cursed spot, leaving a half-sunken island to hinder river-traffic. Long cursed and would perhaps have lain so for longer had not the machinations of evil tossed its die. Reports of a ferocious fireball impacting into the Ceruputhon River made way downstream after the curiously low water levels had been present for a day. Old riverpilots could tell you that the place hit was called Spin-tiller because of the odd currents there. They could also tell you there had until two nights past been a SUNKEN island there where now was standing smoking cliffs near 40 feet high. That is if riverpilots ever told anybody anything...other than other riverpilots. Now it was merely a curiosity since the currents were just as treacherous near the island as before if not more so. Bare cliffs and haze-enshrouded land were not enough to make a boat captain risk his vessel against rocks. Thus for now... nothing else was heard and the matter became yesterday's news. -- Doc Pan tim@mik.uky.edu Tim Huesman