Orc/Goblin War(librarian's note: This was provided as an account sent to wide distribution by Sir Tetch in 1002)Date: June 25-26, 1994 Place: Blackavar Gathering: Orc Goblin War and Blackavar Couriers Tourney Gathering number: 34 The yearly uprising of Goblins in Blackavar apparently had a twist: The people of the Eclipse were involved, somehow - attempted to gather up something, for some task. If I recall what the rumors said (I was not there, myself), they gathered up the pieces to forge Instigator or the Shield of Truth. Being obliterated, I didn't expect to see another day. I have only very vague recollections of anything that transpired at this gathering, but I am told I was there... Most of what I remember is things I have been told. This gathering marked the arrival of Peregrin and Stuart of the Burning and Green. A dragon rampaged the countryside, and Alanom of the Eclipse and Peregrin apparently slew it. Martel, the Seers guild, and Folkestone bent themselves to the task of trying to recover me from death. A doppleganger managed somehow to gather some of my essence, and used it to forge an identity and body for itself. Martel apparently discovered it wasn't really me, and slew it. He gathered certain vital peices from the creature, and departed. Folkestone, or rather Sir Callin, for some reason believed Martel was possessed, and hunted him down and slew him, while the rest of Folkestone spent a very long night trying to find the rather elusive Doppleganger. Eventually Blade succeeded. The gods of Blackavar heard the pleas of multiple voices that attempted my return. They required that Folkestone gather more points in the Couriers Tourney than any other team. If they succeeded, the gods would restore to them a body and soul. Fired, and already planning to gain victory, Folkestone aquired help from nearly 2/3rds of the gathered heroes in helping propell them to victory. I believe their team won 9/10th or better of the points needed. All I recall personally of this gathering was a blue sky, the feeling of grass under my head, and the unknown faces of several people staring down at me. I recall being happy, though I didn't know why. I recall not understanding their babbling. I recall the smiles. Meerkat took what was left of my shattered mind and body home to keep me safe. Sir Tetch Korucanta Knight of the Eternal Flame Magi of the Realms |
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