| ABOUT TARAGO OF NORMAN In the time of the Fellar when they settled the shore, With condescending disdain, staining the Northern lands, Taking all as theirs with their merciless hands, Corrupting all that was beauty like a putrid sore. Their worst was dealt to Norman, the Mountain Town, Not only victimized but brought reputation down. The women were pillaged in such disgust that burns, And it scarred their lives grave, bitter, and deep. And their babies themselves they refused to keep; Void of emotion, sparing no motherly yearns. Outside Men looked in on the Normans as tainted, And thus in exile their doom was painted. Now one mother there was, Tarafyn her name, Who denied the sacrifice of her only son. Safely she hid ere clear signs had begun, For she would not lay her child to shame. Thus Tarago was born, mixed of blood composed, And his existence on all of society imposed. Raised in the wild by a mother who cared, He grew only knowing the �kindness� of Man, For Tarafyn provided when impression began. Refused Norman rejection, quite easily he faired, But by bitterness of humanity, soon he�d be scorned. On behalf of all Men, for his wizardry, was warned. Chance brought some Normans to Tennevil Wood, Where Tarago was playing without heed to his power. Seeing his magic, they did withdraw and cower; Then started the speculation, all that they could; Surely he was Fellar, thus sullied and flawed, And his being in life, feared and outlawed. Then came a large host still bent on genocide, To put Tarago to the ground just for being born. From his mother and from life, he�d be torn. But she, seeing their approach, urged him to hide. Normans came, demanding whereabouts from Tarafyn; She refused, she was killed for her treacherous sin. Getting chased, Tarago fled, deceiving all. With his magic, he conjured, distracting the eye, Granting diversion to fuel his purpose to fly; Beyond the woods, abandoning Origin�s call. Leaving the North, to Horrigran he went, And to loathing the human race, his will bent. For nearly 500 years among Men he dwelt. His Fellar blood gave life unnaturally long, And in Horrigran, a place he could belong, But forced to hide his past, sadness he felt. So, his use of magic he kept locked in his heart, Knowing, if used, from humanity, he�d need part. After peace he knew, a new fear instilled: For King Grenwold came to conquer the land. And Man�s true nature he saw first hand. With a malady in his stomach he was filled. To Fosterre he fled ere war came, Fleeting as the hunted in a horrible game. For a month, in constant awareness, lived Tarago, Trusting not the faith of any living Man. And in the dark of his mind was devising a plan, But was ruined a moment before it was set to go, For Captain Tren came, wielding his ancient sword, And claimed all of Fosterre for his slavery hoard. Tarago�s strength drained as the Diamond came near, And he was helpless to evade Tren�s touch. Unknown to him this mysterious crutch. Filled with dread thoughts of fear. One night the Captain stepped away from the town, And that�s when the wizard threw his barrier down. Remaining polite had been proving too hard. This barbaric captivity drove him quite mad. Revealing to all the forbidden power he had, He cast some magic, shocking every guard. Before he escaped, he had killed two Men, And toward the dark, he had turned then. Driven by madness, he left Norman Town, And Tren�s best men stalked him as he fled, But with stealth and magic, one step ahead. As he reached North Dorath, their hope fell down. Tarago crossed into Belefont where no Men go, Down into the Misty Valley of Death below. So, Tren�s entourage gave chase no more, And let the wizard find his doom in that land. But was fallacy in dealing that hand; Of the havoc that followed in lore. Greatness he found in Gnadenlos, Fellar Tower; A secret to his past - wellspring of ancient power. There he would brood for another 250 years, Getting well learned in his ancestors� way, And putting his hatred toward Man on delay. But the moment would come to reduce them to tears. And like no horror had Talakar seen before, Than against Tarago in the Arch Angel War. |