Growwlen Darkclaw the Legend of the Battlefield

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Chapter 8

Morning dawns over the peaks of the mountains. The mighty below of the
battle within Mortorn can be heard along the mountain path. The city of Akan
coming awake as our felar medic makes his way along the path. A surly group
of orcs come out from hiding in their mountain home and cower as the felar
walks by, spear in hand. He has trudged this path many times before, coming
to bear homage to his patron Lord. He seeks to be known to the entire world
as a follower of Lord Thror. To bear the anvil as a sign of one who will
stand and not be broken by the trials of life, but will instead be used to
shape others against his stoic dedication. The path before him is rocky and
a challenge, it is no surprise that his Lord would allow his worldly home to
be found in such a place. Close to his kin on one hand, but a difficult trek
as well. The anvil, yes, that is what he seeks. He makes his way across the
fiery bridge and kneels before an altar dedicated to his Lord. The hammer
and anvil present and reminding him of his destiny. The Lord of Purity
materializes before him, allowing the felar to bask in his presence. They
speak of many things. They talk of the felar and his desires, and the Lord
of Fire also hints at some things the felar had not considered as often as he
does the anvil. He asks his Lord if it is possible for one to be a Sapper
and to bear the Anvil. He is told that it is, but the path is hard. The
felar flashes his toothy grin and comments that he is up for that challenge.
As their conversation comes to an end Lord Thror gives the felar a task, one
that he says is ultimately likely to be impossible. The felar nods his
agreement and commits to it.

Days go by and the felar has been seen talking with the Empress of the Empire
within the Inn of the Eternal Star. They seem to come to some kind of
agreement and they tip their hats to one another. It would seem that our
felars task was to make peace between the Empire and Battle. The felar is
not the Commander of the village and so the decision for peace is not his to
make. He does however find out from the Empress what it would take, and
promises to speak with the Commander about it. Until then the battle is
still on, his hide is not safe, and he knows this. A few more days go by and
the felar finds time to speak with his Commander. The Commander agrees to
part of what the Empress wants, but doesnt agree to pay homage of gold. The
felar decides that he will work to acquire that gold if that is the final
point of contention for peace. The conversations completed the felar walks
out from the village, ready to continue his war for purity, and his task for
peace. Healing must continue!

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Chapter 7

Years have gone by since our young felar guard walked out from that deathful
village and into the Fort of Blackclaw. Time has been good to him and his
presence in the lands is becoming well known. Many mages have fallen to his
spear and he continues his search for one who is pure of blood. He has
caught glimpses of people that he believes might have some of the line of
Pharaohs blood, but nothing has stood out. He has often been asked what he
will do when he does find the one. He has made the answer simple for himself
and for others. When the time comes that the savior of Azhan is found he
will help guide the person to his rightful place on the Throne. The trials
of life have however changed much about this felar. His only goal is no
longer to just return the line back to a pure standard, but to help the world
heal. His time as a medic has taught this felar much about the pains and
suffering that the magic which corrupted his home are wreaking upon the
world. He has a calling now even larger than that of Azhan, one that reaches
to the entire world. For a time he would help the new Pharaoh when they are
found, but he will go back to his greater purpose. He has found in his
travels all over the lands that the people need a strong representation of
the purity of living without the taint of magic. To this end he will help to
heal the damage magic has caused. He will be that beacon on a hill for
people to see. Purity must be found for Azhan to survive, but it also must
be found for every man, woman, and child if the world is to survive!

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Chapter 6

A few weeks have gone by since the medicine man found the fela guard in the
desert. He has slowly recuperated over time and you can tell the two have
formed a bond. The fela guard looks at the medicine man with trust and
thankfulness. As they are sitting around the fire in the middle of the mans
hut they begin to tell the stories of their pasts. The man is intrigued by
the felas story and relates to him his own story. Instantly the two know
they are destined to work together. The man quickly tells the fela of this
village he is in, and about its goals for the world. The fela recognizes the
opportunity and realizes these people wish to find purity in the world as
well. To get back to what truly should be. The fela asks the man to teach
him what he may, and so they go about learning together. After a time the
man tells the fela that he must find his own path back to the village, but
that he is healthy enough to go out now and live on his own. The fela
gratefully thanks the man and the giant guardian and makes his way back to
the hard-packed road.

He travels west along the path and finds a trail leading off to the south.
As he walks down the path he quickly realizes that a contingent of his people
live here in this village. A measure of hope and joy can be seen in his
posture and his smile is broad. There is hope to find the pure blood of the
pharaohs again!

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Chapter 5

As morning light streams in through the windows a small contingent of the
fela guard can be seen heading down into the dungeons. They drag the traitor
guard from his cell and drag him outside. They force a half-full water skin
and a small bag onto him and send him out past the Great Sphinx. The Sphinx
growls at him as he goes by, barring his way to ever return while the current
Pharaoh reigns. The fela tears a part of his shirt away and wraps it around
his mouth to keep from breathing in the swirling sands. He makes his way out
into the desert and is quickly obscured by the blowing sands.

A few days have gone by and we come to find the fela guard lying in the sand,
exhausted and dehydrated. As he lay there, ready to perish, a man notices
him and kneels to help him. He applies a bandage to his open sores, and a
poultice to other wounds. The fela feels instantly better at the hands of
the medic. He allows the fela a drink of his water skin and helps him to his
feet. Together they make their way out from the sands and into a forested
area. The fela is amazed at the scenery as his only real knowledge of the
lands were in the heart of the desert.

The two make their way to a place cleared of trees and packed hard by many
traveling feet. After awhile they make their way through a hole in a
crumbling wall and past a large giant who moves to block the fela from
entering the village. The man upholding the fela says a few words and the
giant reluctantly steps aside. He takes him to a thatch covered hut and
helps him lay down on a bed of straw. The fela nearly instantly passes out
from exhaustion. The medicine man kneels and attends to the fallen fela. It
seems the lords of this fela have not abandoned him after all.

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Chapter 4

The sounds of scurrying rodents can be heard in the cell of our beaten fela
guard. He is curled on the floor attempting to stave off the sickness given
to him by his once revered leader. He is barely able to bring himself to eat
and drink of the awful food and water left for him. His body though is
strong and the healing has already begun.

A few days go by and the guard is back to his feet, though still weakened by
his ailments. He asks one of the other guards for a candle and paper on
which to write. The guard doesnt see the harm in allowing him to write his
final thoughts. As you look over the guards shoulder you notice what he
wrote.

***
I, Growwlen Darkclaw, do hereby give my reasons in the defense of my treason.
Long have we as a people found it our sacred duty to protect the royal
bloodlines of the Pharaohs of old. We have always sacrificed our lives and
our freedoms for his safety and health. In the last years we have watched as
our Great Pharaoh was twisted to believing that magic could give him what
none should have. We watched as their foul words and actions twisted the
body and mind of our great lord. Do you not see my kin what the magicians
have done to taint our beloved Pharaoh?Do you not remember our slavery and
bondage to the magicians of old? Do you not see that our Great Pharaoh is a
living corpse, alive only by the aide of dark magic? We must not stand for
this! Rise up my brethren. Take up your staff and your whip and fight
against our magician oppressors. The Blood of the Pharaohs is tainted and
the one who sits on our golden throne must be vanquished in order to restore
what should be!If I survive my trials I will set out to find one pure of
blood who will take his rightful place in our kingdom. Do not stand by out
of fear of death, but stand for what is right! Fight for the only true, pure
blood!
***

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Chapter 3

Months have gone by since the Great Pharaoh fell to the floor from his Throne
of gold. The fela guard have been standing guard faithfully, as they always
have, at the doors to his bed chambers. Reluctantly they are forced to allow
entrance to the magicians that they see as the cause of his misery. Whispers
can be heard in dark corners about the fall of the line of Pharaohs, and the
tainting of the blood lines. As the fela guard stand by a maid rushes from
the Pharaohs chambers and says that he is stirring from his state of rest.
The ears of the guards perk up and a measure of confidence returns to their
stature.

A few more days go by and the Pharaohs servants have been preparing the
audience chamber for the return of its ruler. The fela guard are all
assembled to witness the return of their liege. As the doors to the
Pharaohs chambers open you notice his advisor is still beside him and he
walks with a peculiar limp. His face is covered by his golden mask, but you
notice that some of the bandages are still seen covering his neck and wrists.
skin of his hands is pulled tight and the bones are very prevalent. As
his gaze sweeps across the harem a number of them faint, uttering prayers
against the darkness. He smirks at their fear and as he turns you notice the
reason they were so afraid. His eyes are the color of blood. His advisor
announces to all that the return of their Immortal Pharaoh is at hand! To
kneel before him in supplication and praise.

Yet one fela guard will not bow down. He is seized by the Pharaohs
shawtabies and beaten with a flail. They attempt to force him to bow to
their Pharaoh and instead he fights back. He seizes the staff of another
guard and destroys the lifelike shawtabies. The Pharaoh is outraged and
points his finger at his former guard. He utters a word of magic and a dark
cloud passes through the fela. He falls to his knees groaning as his insides
feel like they are decaying. He is quickly taken from the audience chamber
by a number of other guards.

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Chapter 2

Weeks have gone by since our Pharaoh met with his new magicians. Together
with his Advisor, Mordeki, the Pharaoh has come to rely on the council of
these men. Within his great audience chamber the Pharaoh has reduced the
number of his fela guards, citing that the magicians offer more protection.
A number of magicians stand off to the Pharaoh's right constantly chanting
and moving their arms in specific patterns. Different halos of colored
lights dance about the Pharaoh who begins to look stronger as every day goes
by. The magicians utter promises of true immortality to the Pharaoh who
greedily accepts their advice, blinded by his desire to live forever. Only a
few fela guards remain as an honor to their old association with the blood of
the pharaohs.

While the magicians are working their magic over the Pharaoh one of them
changes the pattern of his movements. Nobody else notices but one of the
fela guards who begins to protest and point it out. He is quickly taken
captive by one of the Pharaoh's shawtabies and held with his mouth shut. He
watches helplessly as an aura of deep black permeates the colors about the
Pharaoh. Suddenly the Pharaoh bends over in obvious pain. His skin begins
to slough away and his eyes become sunken. He falls from his throne to the
floor and the magicians gather around him with concern. They realize that
their god has fallen at their doing. They quickly order the other two
shawtabies to gather the body and take it to his bed chambers. Doctors are
called in to attend to the ailing Pharaoh. Servants pick up the skin that
fell away from his body and take it into the room. Maids rush out of the
room and back in with white bandages. After a time the fela guard is
released and allowed to stand guard outside of the door. He sneaks a peek
into the room to see his Pharaoh wrapped completely in linen cloth and lying
as still as death. He lowers his head in sorrow and mourns for his Pharaoh.

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Chapter 1

Daylight streams through the openings in this hall decorated with gold. The
sun shines brilliantly off of the golden metallic surfaces strategically
placed about the room. These mirrors reflect the light of the sun outside
and banish the darkness from this large audience chamber. Sitting atop a
throne, positioned on a raised dais, sits a dark man adorned with jewels and
gold. A large headpiece sits upon his head and he wears a mask of gold. To
his left and right stand his lifelike guards. A man in blue robes adorned
with constellations stands to his right. Fela men stand guard along the
walls of the chamber as a group of men approach the dais. These men are
dressed in a similar fashion to the man in blue robes, but appear to be of
lesser standing. The fela guards along the wall lower their crooks and some
grab whips from their belts, prepared to drag away any who would bring harm
to their Pharaoh. A small group of the Pharaohs harem giggle nervously as
the guards move to intercept the group of men.

The man in blue robes motions for the guards to let the men pass.
Reluctantly the guards move back to their positions and stand at attention.
As the lesser men in blue approach they begin to move their hands and speak
in a peculiar language. A few small explosions of colored lights emanate
from their hands and fly toward the ceiling. The Pharaohs harem clap at the
display of magical lights and the Pharaoh sits contented. A few of the fela
guards grimace at the sight of the magical display, but none verbally object.
The man in blue robes smiles at the group and ushers them closer to kneel
before their Pharaoh. As the group begins to talk the harem and fela guards
are ushered out of the chamber so that their meeting can go on in private. A
few of the fela guards appeal to the Pharaoh to let them stay, but he waves
them away with a curt gesture.

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