Post by asdelhamor on Dec 19, 2003 15:58:33 GMT
The white sands of the Tolkan desert
by Jahandra Zoocalhi
Has you know, I'm not from the north country, not from this Island, Fredian. When I was young, I live in the white sands of the Tolkan dersert.
Lost in aride stepes of Tolkan, the desert was one of the must dangerous place to live. No north people have explore this area, they all write "Monsters was here". Whitout knowing, their was right.
Like some drow has tell me, my home land was one of the must dangerous place in this plane, their compare it to the underdark. Sands storms, death Sands, monsters, sands dragon and Dunedelfes.
No animal live in this desert, and, we human, are fools to foot this land. Like our ancester, we live by eating the meet from the monster; nothing best then a sphynx rib or a basilik egg.
Our village was borrow under the sand, each home seem to be a sand dune from a outsider. We access to our house by trace a magical glyph, it call Kipoh. Trace in the good place, it tunnel a entrace. All young Tolkians know how to trace this glyph, we learn magic before knowing walking.
We are divide in 3 sociales class. Our lords, leaders and defender are the 1st one, they need respect, there call Rune-Warrior. If we be attack, they throw they cimeters in there hands, flame there weapon and cast a sand skin on them. They are our best warriors, each one fight like 10 men. Their are specialise to fight.
The seconde class was our hunter and ranger, we call them Glyph-Ranger. They have the charge to hunt monsters for they hide and meet. Thay are specialise in the shadow magic, no one can see them, they foot make no sound. They are our best scout and archer. In war, they be one of our best troops.
The last class, must of us, have no name. They are artisan, smith, child, tanner, taillor, etc... They may obey to the Rune-Lord, our king and leader of the Rune Warrior. All our people can fight and use magic, that the way to survive in a so hostile place.
Behide the danger of the dersert, a greater one live, we call them Dunedelfe. We remember when they arrive in our land, century ago. They not from our plane.
Dunedelfe was a hostile race, they look like half-elfe, but we know now their true origine. From the fire plane, the Dunedelfes have be exile. Their are the drow of our sand land, cruel, sadic and dangerous. No one can survive to a raid from the Dunedelfes except to be their slave. Has we, Dunedelfes know how to use the glyph magic, they can flame there body, there sword and they can transforme they self in shadow. Since they arrived, we always be in war whit them.
To be continued
by Jahandra Zoocalhi
Has you know, I'm not from the north country, not from this Island, Fredian. When I was young, I live in the white sands of the Tolkan dersert.
Lost in aride stepes of Tolkan, the desert was one of the must dangerous place to live. No north people have explore this area, they all write "Monsters was here". Whitout knowing, their was right.
Like some drow has tell me, my home land was one of the must dangerous place in this plane, their compare it to the underdark. Sands storms, death Sands, monsters, sands dragon and Dunedelfes.
No animal live in this desert, and, we human, are fools to foot this land. Like our ancester, we live by eating the meet from the monster; nothing best then a sphynx rib or a basilik egg.
Our village was borrow under the sand, each home seem to be a sand dune from a outsider. We access to our house by trace a magical glyph, it call Kipoh. Trace in the good place, it tunnel a entrace. All young Tolkians know how to trace this glyph, we learn magic before knowing walking.
We are divide in 3 sociales class. Our lords, leaders and defender are the 1st one, they need respect, there call Rune-Warrior. If we be attack, they throw they cimeters in there hands, flame there weapon and cast a sand skin on them. They are our best warriors, each one fight like 10 men. Their are specialise to fight.
The seconde class was our hunter and ranger, we call them Glyph-Ranger. They have the charge to hunt monsters for they hide and meet. Thay are specialise in the shadow magic, no one can see them, they foot make no sound. They are our best scout and archer. In war, they be one of our best troops.
The last class, must of us, have no name. They are artisan, smith, child, tanner, taillor, etc... They may obey to the Rune-Lord, our king and leader of the Rune Warrior. All our people can fight and use magic, that the way to survive in a so hostile place.
Behide the danger of the dersert, a greater one live, we call them Dunedelfe. We remember when they arrive in our land, century ago. They not from our plane.
Dunedelfe was a hostile race, they look like half-elfe, but we know now their true origine. From the fire plane, the Dunedelfes have be exile. Their are the drow of our sand land, cruel, sadic and dangerous. No one can survive to a raid from the Dunedelfes except to be their slave. Has we, Dunedelfes know how to use the glyph magic, they can flame there body, there sword and they can transforme they self in shadow. Since they arrived, we always be in war whit them.
To be continued
