| CONCERNING BELEFONT AND THE TIDE In the dark times of distant ages ago, Came a plague that infested Talakar, From across the bounds of the Northern Sea, Settling Belefont�s shores - the race of Fellar; A wicked people born of black sorcery, With a desire only to conquer and grow. By desolate Dorath had become their home, And there constructing a menacing tower, Concocting and forging evils of all sort, To fuel their purpose of conquest and power; Two of which most brilliant in their court: A sword fit for Kings and a Wizard�s tome. Heiliger Diamant, as its name came to be; A sword of pure diamond entirely forged. And the Book of Death Magic - Totenzauber, Which poisoned minds of those wielders engorged. Both of these held in Gnadenlos, Fellar tower, Until moment came to release their cruelty. Then came into order Krylic and Orglin, The two foulest of all Fellar traces. And to each was granted awesome power, Which made all cower before their faces; The sword to Kyrlic and to Orglin Totenzauber. And thus did a reign of terror begin. Slowly they brought war unto the South, Cursing fear and death upon the land. Krylic took East and Orglin the West. Dealing suffering with a powerful hand, The domination of Talakar - their quest, Claiming all with an ever-voracious mouth. Besides worth, a diamond sword, no power its own, Yet through Krylic wielding became so much more. With every swing delivered deadly force, And most assailants into the air would soar. Devil was he, rooted deeper than any source, Into Fate as a monster was sewn. Parting never was Orglin from his infernal book, For Totenzauber prepared him with many a spell; Fire, wind, earth, water - fell under his command, And to horrible torture all before him befell. But to Fellar eyes he was a God so grand, Following him, other allegiances they forsook. Under Orglin�s power, all was his to take. Yet coming then to Findrum, he desired to stay. He poisoned the water and set up his base. Bound to his presence, the Fellar assumed his say, Forgetting their plans, earning Krylic�s disgrace. But still they resided at Findrum on the lake. Circling around Dorath, Krylic�s troop came to glance, Upon Kingdom Horrigran who stood stronger than they thought. Though Krylic had the Diamond, many Fellar were slain. It was a battle that could not be fought. Withdrawing to the West; some support he hoped to gain, To garner Wizard Orglin would ensure his chance. To Krylic�s demand Orglin had denied. At Findrum he�d stay to end of his days. Thus, out of rage, Krylic drew his sword, To seize the book in most envious ways; Proclaiming his curse to his own accord, But Orglin evaded each time he tried. Through both magic and strength, fiercely they sparred, Conjuring tricks secretly hidden up a sleeve. So close their wits, barely neither could win, Caring not, from their position, to leave. But then by the lake�s edge, Krylic�s sword thrust in, And Orglin threw his book to the deep water�s guard. All that were near could see malice in his eyes, Driven mad over the loss of Totenzauber. In a torrent of pain, all the Fellar he slew, Heiliger Diamant blazing white to devour. And after his foul deed, another he must do. So Krylic embarked again under Horrigran skies. Delusional he stormed to Horrigran�s door, Diamond in hand with a blind, vengeful lust. But in the Rose Courtyard awaited many skilled men, Who swept all around Krylic in a maniacal gust. Yet even as outnumbered right in the lion�s den, Devoted to the depths of his black core. When half the court fell, hope was spiraling down. Men feared their lives, in vain, would fail. But a secret at bay on an outer post; An archer let his famed arrow set sail. And it cut through the air, missing all the King�s host, Piercing the flesh of Krylic�s accursed crown. Took nearly five minutes ere the deed was done. Krylic fought with desire for all his black blood. He swung, he struck, but the sword had power no more. Then pain and death washed over in a betrayal flood. To a dismal end all he had sought for. Man�s quest cleaning up Belefont�s Tide had begun. Of two things, as this tale closes, need be told, Concerning Krylic�s diamond and Totenzauber of Orglin. At Findrum�s bottom the book, untouched, to stay; Forgotten - vanquished of horrible sin. The sword at Horrigran - the light of their day, Passed from King to King, valued above a world of gold. |