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The Daughter of Azaroth |
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Tonight, I watched with my sister and children as our father slipped from our plane to cross the river Styx. I am the daughter of Azaroth, keeper of Zenaida's spell, the only one who knows the true story of this man. My father is gone. My agonizing struggle to maintain the magic is over. At last, I am released from the task of hiding my father from the eyes of the world. The burden which I have borne silently this past year since my mother died of a horrible plague. I often wished that it had been me that died on that cold night. But now I am finally free to live my own life. To finally escape the cocoon which was woven around me. |
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My father's history was shared with me by my mother as she groomed me to succeed her as his protector with her last dying gasps. The rest of the family only sees him as a loving father and grandfather. Maybe now I can see him like that again. After all, I was always his favorite, though he tried hard not to show it. Maybe my father knew I had inherited my mother's great sorcery. The sorcery she used to safeguard her husband. To maintain one great spell, the spell that hid Azaroth from his enemies. Now he is finally gone. The cursed sword of the gods no longer his. With his death his connection to the blade is broken, and Masamon is lost forever in Solran's vault. |
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From the moment my mother laid eyes on him, she was deeply in love. After all, he was a handsome young man with great charisma. His magnetism was so intense that it was said one look from his eyes could win the friendship of an enemy. But he was under her spell too. The mighty Azaroth in love with the fair simmish sorceress. Azaroth wanted her to rule with him as a goddess in a mighty empire, to be his consort on a throne of evil. But Zenaida was aligned with good and it is not possible to change your way of life unless you are bonded to the great blade. |
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So the sweet charms of Zenaida overcame the bond of Masamon. She managed to persuade Azaroth to surrender the sword and live under her protection in the land of sims. She openly told him of the plot by Solran to see him dead rather than sit on the throne of evil and hold sway over an entire world. And Azaroth was not angry, he remembered his old friend, and with his fair countenance he looked upon Zenaida. My mother who would not use her great power to kill the man she loved, but offered him a different life. A life not in the realm of humans, but transformed through a great mystery into her own kind, to live out his life in Simkeep, no longer ruled by the sword, but by their love for each other. |
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My father had been a prisoner of the sword. Now she offered him a prison of a different kind. He saw the benefits of this new prison through the eyes of a man who was in love. A love so great that it made a warrior-god into a sim. A love that deprived evil's throne of it's destined heir and saved the world from the grip of evil. So they journeyed with a few friends back to our land of magic where Azaroth surrendered his sword to Solran. Zenaida who could have been known for her great talent of sorcery, weaved one final spell to hide Azaroth from the world. A spell that took all her might to keep all these years. So she sacrificed any glory she might have gained from her magic, thus giving her life for a lover who had her under a spell of his own. |
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When Azaroth surrendered the sword and was hidden from the world, the armies that fought in his name stopped at the gates of a city they were about to conqueor. The news that their king had disappeared ended their will to fight. Only a few priests that had accompanied the army entered the city. They proclaimed the mighty Azaroth had entered the gates of the underworld with his mighty sword. They built a temple to Azaroth and it swelled with warriors. Solran watched his friend become not the conqueorer of the world, but a conqueorer of the faith of men. With the sword forever sealed in Solran's vault, and Zenaida's magic, my father became a god. Legend has it that he walked into the underworld to rule with his mighty blade. The priests of the temple could not otherwise explain their loss. |
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My father is worshipped as the god of warriors all over the world. Paladin and dark drow come to light candles at his temple and pray for courage in battle. And yet the sacrifice my mother made is not known. The legend even moves Solran to the great temples of Azaroth. Solran watched his old friend die in the arms of his family, and afterward journeyed back to his own village to light a candle in Azaroth's temple. But the god of warriors who became a man of peace, will be buried in our land of mist and shadow. |
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This was from an ancient tome discovered long ago. The story from a time when many races lived upon the earth. Elves, humans, dwarves, and many others, including sims. It is from the time dragons roamed the earth. Life is a river that flows from the past into the future. We are on a raft only making part of this great journey. |
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We in Simkeep trace our heritage to the land where Azaroth and Zenaida settled many years ago. The royal family of Simkeep is descended from the daughter of Azaroth. |
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