Kariagar Kopel'Ialys the Legend of the Battlefield

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Chapter 4

An excerpt from the "Journal" of Kariagar"

Magic is the taint we all fear will take over Thera. We must find courage,
and I will help them to do that. There are many young ones now in the village
who worry on overwhelming odds. Was is always going to ebb and flow when it
comes to numbers and forces. We must be ready for war on all fronts, magic
taints the souls of the world and it must be eradicated.

The weak must be made strong in our village, or culled. Magic cannot be
allowed to thrive any longer.

^^^^The writing appears to trail off and a few drops of what might be ^^^^
^^^^tears dot the bottom of the page.^^^^^

*****This journal was penned under extreme duress by Jora the wise of Voralia
*****
*****Please gods, save me from this man, and his whip! *****

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Chapter 3

The group of students from the Magic Academy of Teth moved with caution
through the tunnels. The word of a strange new beast had spread among their
ranks. Fear was real for these young mages, whose masters considered them
expendable enough to be sent out looking for various ingredients and the like.

The sounds barely even registered before the first of them fell. Most of them
spun, looking this way and that. Then another fell. The rest heard the low
rumble of growls then. They started throwing magic all through the tunnel
trying to hit whatever this beast was. Flashes gave glimpses of a short, ugly
duergar holding two small crude swords.

Blades continued to flash as the young duergar growled. The last few fell
with screams resonating through the tunnels, one limped away though out into
the tunnels, blindly grasping at the walls to lead him away from the Carnage.

The beast chased him, up through the tunnels they went. Out into the night of
the over place. Falling down into the river, they both scrambled trying to
stay afloat. The beast pulled himself through the water near to the mage and
as they neared a bridge south of a shining city, the Beasts sword erupted from
the chest of the drow as he shoved it through the mages back.

Grasping at the underpinnings of the bridge, the Beast found himself on a
great road. Moving though the dark of a new moon, the beast found himself
travelling down the road. Passing several settlements, he felt himself drawn
to a ruins just past a town full of felar. Moving through the ruins he could
hear the ringing of a forge. Walking into the small smithy, he saw the hammer
fall, time after time.

"I've been waiting for you Kariagar. I am Tahren, say the words and you will
find your path." said the man

Karigar looked up at Tahren and instinctivly he said....

"I swear by Boltthrower's axe that I will not rest until magic in Thera is
destroyed."

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Chapter 2

The portal opened in their small cave in the underdark with a pop. Out
stepped three drow, dressed in simple black robes with runes on the hem.
Kariagar lunged for his crude sword, while his father grabbed at the daggers
he kept under his small pillow.

Hands raised almost in unison pointing at Karigars father as flames lept from
fingers surging towards the drow. The cry of pain echoed across all of the
underdark at that point. Kariagars father whiped two daggers, one from each
hand, that landed in the hearts of two of the mages. Kariagar, with savage
abandon lept at the last one, his sword slashing. Crude strokes of a young
fighter did what they needed to though, and the mage fell in a heap.

Kariagar moved over to stand over his fathers burnt frame.

"Theres no hope for me now. Only for you. In a place where none would have
taken you in, I did. Now I ask only one thing. End this scourge of magic in
our home, in our world. No one should have this kind of power, no one
should..." coughing came then as blood spilled down his chin. Kariagars
father went limp then, and his eyes stared off into eternity.

The next sound to resonate across the underdark was that of a heartbroken
duergar boy.

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Chapter 1

For a duergar to say something was ugly, you had to know that it was truly
hideous. This baby, was just beyond discusting. A large bulbous nose, and
deep set eyes adorn a face that even a mother couldn't love. Which is how the
poor babe found itself laying naked in a tunnel deep in the underdark.

A whisper quiet tread of footsteps came upon the babe, who didn't even try to
cry out. Looking down the old drow saw the babe and knew at that moment he
could finally have the companion he'd yearned for after leaving Teth Azleth so
many years before. Grabbing a moth-eaten blanket from his pack, he reached
down and scooped up the babe, quickly wrapping it and moving out into the
tunnels.

As the years passed, the young duergar grew into his gangly body, and as if it
were possible grew even uglier. His "father" watched over him, teaching him
the ways of the underdark. Oft times speaking of his life before. How he had
been a student in the academy of magic, and sent out for being inept in the
arts. Originally sent to muck slave pens Kariagar's father became jealous of
those who would not have him. His hate for that school grew until one day he
found himself inside staring at the masters back. He had been delivering
slaves for various magical experiments. As the Master looked down at the last
slave, he felt the unmistakable sharp pain of the point of a dagger slipping
up between his ribs. Falling to the ground as the dagger split his heart in
two, he looked back at Kariagar and his Father. The dripping blade hanging in
the young duergar boys hand.

"Yes, that is the only good user of Magic now boy. A dead one." said his
father as he took the dagger from his boy's hand.

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