Elkay
08-16-2001, 11:59 AM
Once long, long ago, the land was a simple place...a peaceful place. Humans lived hand in hand with Wood Elves, High-Elves, Barbarians, Dwarves and a myriad of other higher creatures.
This was a Land of peace and tranquility. Men and women could sit in order to ponder their existence.
Then - Magic was discovered. It was wild and uncontrolled. Those seeking to become Masters of Magic began performing experiments on lesser creatures, siring vile and evil and discontent.
As the young caster's experience grew so too did their willingness to use this energy on greater creatures. The flame of Peace was extinguished with these acts, as Portals to the Netherworld opened allowing Evil to spill forth.
In an effort to contain the deeds which now plagued the Land, humanity gathered in hastily constructed Keeps - and began the practice of War.
It was in this Time of War where ordinary men rose above most extraordinary circumstances to become Kings...and one King in particular, quickly became the most powerful legend to ever walk the surface of the Land.
His prowess on the battlefield was rivaled only by his charismatic control over his men-at-arms. Bard's, to this day, sing songs of his victories against untold odds. Time and again, he was victorious where defeat seemed the only answer...
The King waged war against the casters for one year, one month and one day - and while never defeated on the battlefield, his victories did not come without a price...for he left behind a beautiful wife...his reason for living; fighting; winning...
This is not the story about the King - for that story has already been written. No, this is the story of the descendants of the Man-Servant to the King's wife. The King needed to eradicate Evil from the Land in order to return...but the Queen too had needs...for she too was possessed with a demon, and that demon was called desire.
Her insatiable appetite for lust was quashed by only one - and while the King would surely kill this man for taking his woman and making a love-slave of her, the Manservant continued in his pursuit of perfection of love...for the Queen possessed something which few woman living in the Land at that time had...a great ass.
It was not long before the Queen was with child, and it was known to many that while the King's reach across the Land was great, his prowess was not so long. The Queen refused to extract the unborn child and executed all who spoke even a rumor of her adulterous behavior. The child was brought into the world screaming, healthy and full of life.
The child was given to the Manservant as a reward for his faithful duties to the Crown. The Manservant knew he must leave the Land, less he and his child be discovered by the King...soon to be heading home - his final victory in hand...
Generations pass - the Land is no more. The King and Queen have long since died, their teeth extracted, their bones ground into cakes which were baked and passed around...yet the sole surviving descendant of this Manservant still walks the face of Norrath to this day - possessing the same skills his ancestor did so very long ago...a never ending desire to give the ultimate pleasure...
This was a Land of peace and tranquility. Men and women could sit in order to ponder their existence.
Then - Magic was discovered. It was wild and uncontrolled. Those seeking to become Masters of Magic began performing experiments on lesser creatures, siring vile and evil and discontent.
As the young caster's experience grew so too did their willingness to use this energy on greater creatures. The flame of Peace was extinguished with these acts, as Portals to the Netherworld opened allowing Evil to spill forth.
In an effort to contain the deeds which now plagued the Land, humanity gathered in hastily constructed Keeps - and began the practice of War.
It was in this Time of War where ordinary men rose above most extraordinary circumstances to become Kings...and one King in particular, quickly became the most powerful legend to ever walk the surface of the Land.
His prowess on the battlefield was rivaled only by his charismatic control over his men-at-arms. Bard's, to this day, sing songs of his victories against untold odds. Time and again, he was victorious where defeat seemed the only answer...
The King waged war against the casters for one year, one month and one day - and while never defeated on the battlefield, his victories did not come without a price...for he left behind a beautiful wife...his reason for living; fighting; winning...
This is not the story about the King - for that story has already been written. No, this is the story of the descendants of the Man-Servant to the King's wife. The King needed to eradicate Evil from the Land in order to return...but the Queen too had needs...for she too was possessed with a demon, and that demon was called desire.
Her insatiable appetite for lust was quashed by only one - and while the King would surely kill this man for taking his woman and making a love-slave of her, the Manservant continued in his pursuit of perfection of love...for the Queen possessed something which few woman living in the Land at that time had...a great ass.
It was not long before the Queen was with child, and it was known to many that while the King's reach across the Land was great, his prowess was not so long. The Queen refused to extract the unborn child and executed all who spoke even a rumor of her adulterous behavior. The child was brought into the world screaming, healthy and full of life.
The child was given to the Manservant as a reward for his faithful duties to the Crown. The Manservant knew he must leave the Land, less he and his child be discovered by the King...soon to be heading home - his final victory in hand...
Generations pass - the Land is no more. The King and Queen have long since died, their teeth extracted, their bones ground into cakes which were baked and passed around...yet the sole surviving descendant of this Manservant still walks the face of Norrath to this day - possessing the same skills his ancestor did so very long ago...a never ending desire to give the ultimate pleasure...