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Strange happenings of Sanhar
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I do not understand what has been going on.. Too many things are happening. The world is crumbling. I just don't understand.... *Lex seems to be messily jotting down his thoughts.* :: :: It all started... what, last year, two years ago? Everything was going well. I was living in AlKhazaar at the time.. I wasn't expecting much. But, next to Horen's Tomb, I found this book. I swear, I've told this story a million times. Anyways, I found a book. It told me about some Tree of Knowledge... I wondered what it was, and asked my friend who lived with the elves, Bell, if she knew about it. She said it was the main tree of Laurelin, and I set out immediately . I went there, and got the book from the library. It told of a tribe called the Kar'Lani and how they had an ancient cursed artifact in the winterfall tombs, which had been recently invaded by the Undead. I set out back to AlKhazaar immediately and told the queen. Others heard, and we made a search party. :: :: Crap, I hear thunder... anyways.. We got there and found another book. It said this: "I hid it in AlKhazaar's fake father. His cold hands keep it safe. His cold heart keeps it safe." This stumped me and everyone else. The day now is Tolta, 31st of the Suns Smile, 1310, and I still don't understand it, even after I found it months after I found that book in the tombs. "It" was the artifact. My friend Nel'Thok, fellow shaman apprentice, is the one who found it. It was under my shaman master, Thyst's, house. A tomb of some man who is a lie. The Cursed Sword was with it. I finally had it. I finally had the treasure. :: :: A year later. I finally found someone who knew about the sword, and he was utter bullshit. Complete waste of my time. He started rambling about how Tur'Gash, the man from the tomb, was some great hero or some shit. Then why did no one know about him ? He rambled about how Iblees was a little boy from another world of carpenters, and how he ate three stones that made him evil. I mean, what kind of crap IS this? All he said about the sword is that it was cursed, and that it made me see hallucinations or something. Damn loonies. :: :: Anyways, that's the sword. Bein'lur is such an odd case, too. A while ago, I think last year in 1309, Bein started acting very strange. He gained the power of lightning, which only the most elite shamans can do, and Bein isn't even a shaman. A while later, he learned how to summon monsters, from zombies to skeletons to creepers... to giants. All this worried me a lot, but no one thought there was something wrong. No one but me. Well, and Tre'bok a little bit, but he was Bein's little teacher's pet. :: :: This year, around a month ago. Bein died. It was a sad day, and the orcs realized he WAS our leader, not the Rex. The Rex does nothing. He has not left his castle for years. So they rebelled. And I joined, too. Me and three others, the three being Gorkil, were talking at the camp when we heard Bein's voice, preaching at us to stop the rebellion. We refused, and he said he must stop it himself- and then, he started using lightning . He shot it down at the Rebel camp, burning and destroying. We tried to fight back, but there was no way we could. He continued using deadlier tools; he started shooting fireballs like the Undead, and summoned hordes of monsters. The four of us managed to survive. He started aiming fireballs for us, and all dodged them but me. I was harmed badly, and started to rage at the damn cowardly ghost, "YOU COWARD! YOU FIGHT WITH NO WAY FOR US TO BEAT YOU! I AM MORE ORC THAN YOU, BEIN!" He yelled at me.. to leave Krugmar. This pissed me off even more. He lit me on fire. I survived. He eventually gave up. He descended from the heavens, next to me, and spoke directly to me. He told me to "do what's right" and stop the revolution. He then dissapeared, leaving his staff behind. Fuck him. :: :: Brevias's death really saddens me. A while ago, before Lower Sanhar was even built, I was a good friend of Elder Shaman Brevias. He was the one who first showed me shamanism. I trusted him... but then he dissapeared, all that time ago. A few months ago I found out he had been turned undead. All trust I had for him was lost (though he was still pretty badass). And just after Bein's insane failed killing spree, he came to Sanhar. We talked for a while, before that damn Mogroka interrupted us and tried to kill Brevias. He dealt with Mogroka quickly, and we continued talking. He was horrified how everyone has been missing, and knows that someone needs to bring Krugmar back to its former glory. He said his final goodbyes, and sent his brother from the FAR east, Ragnok, to try to help. Ragnok isn't stupid, but he doesn't understand much about civillization. He's stubborn, too. It will take a long time to teach him.. :: :: Then there's that weird building right next to Sanhar. APPARENTLY it's a shaman guild, but no one would tell me about it until it is done, and it makes no sense. There is nothing orcish or shamanistic about it. It is made of wood and orange wool. It is stupid and unreasonable. And I also do not get why I could not know. Ah well. :: :: Thyst.. I miss Thyst. He was a great teacher, and one of the greatest Shamans who ever lived. He was master of the Arena and one of the high Shamans. No one could beat him. Except the Rex. Thyst had a spirit inside him. He was possessed, and could not help it. The spirit hungered for power constantly.. and it went too far. The spirit made Thyst challenge the Rex. He woke him up for his sleep of years, and challenged him. The Rex killed him in battle, and went back to sleep. Thyst was dead... Thyst was dead... *This page seems a bit soaked.* :: :: Everyone is dissapearing or dead. Shaggo has not been seen for months, though I heard Rogmarr say he was on some journey to the east. I have not seen Nel'Thok for months but some say they have. Tre'bok has been gone for over a year. I know he's alive.. but no one knows where he is. Thyst is dead. Brevias is gone forever. Bein is dead. I don't know where everyone has gone, but me and Rogmarr have been the only shamans around for at least months. I don't know what's happening or what is wrong. The healing fountain in Lower Sanhar has been drained of magic. The world is crumbling, bit by bit . :: Heroes need to come to the call of arms and save us all. :: :: /Written by Dwarf Shaman Lex on the 32nd of the Sun's Smile, 1310\