Aetolian Game News
the futures past, comes back.
Written by: The Imprechaun of The Bog, Misty Storm, Poet of Mischief 
Date: Sunday, April 18th, 2004
Addressed to: Everyone
Greetings everyone.
A lot of people have wondered what the spirits that roam around the     
world and communicate with some "lucky" individuals thought about us    
ever since Apollonia has passed away. Well wonder no more. Since the    
mysteries of the dissapearing consanguine has yet been figured out, and 
with Ashtan still Fighting for her life, and the death of our deeply    
loved Averroes, No one has communicated with these walking spirits.     
These spirits have roamed the world since the begining of time watching 
and observing us, learning our secrets and our desires. With this       
knowledge some of the spirits have gained Forsight and have communicated
in a dead language understood by some such as Averroes and Apollonia.   
Now I am sure you are looking at this news article and saying to        
yourself "What is she blabbering on now about, geeze she is annoying".  
Am I right?                                                             
I believe you should ask yourself this question instead, "How did she   
know?" the answer my friend is this; The Ledgendary Shard of Alazhakna. 
Now before I go on and tell you what this Shard is and the history of it
and what it does let me tell you first how I came across it.            
A few months ago I was wondering as most of you where some of these     
consanguines have dissapeared too, and so I figured there would be about
one or two people who would have an idea as to find out where they are, 
One of them happend to be Apollonia, and with her dead it would be kind 
of impossible to communicate with her directly, and the other person was
Averroes (This was months before He was murdered).                      
So I headed towards my old friend and ex-fience house to ask of if he   
had any idea of how to remidy this predicament. He told me of the story 
of Alazhakna the Forsaken. This is how I remember it:                   
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In times long forgotten, before the contenents alligned in the way in   
which you are accustomed to now there were four main contenents in the  
world, Only one of them were inhabited by mortals. The other three      
contenents were just to baren to live on or cold, or wet (they even     
called them Baroon, frooz, and demooop). Anyway on the one contenent    
(coincedently called Sapience) a great communitly of mortals lived in a 
city much like the ones some of us live in now. The City was ruled by a 
shamen named Iffir, who like most of the citizens believed that the     
spirits were the link between their own past and the present, and so    
when a spirit talked everyone listened. Anyway Iffir was a sick man and 
needed to confer with the spirits to appoint a successor to his title,  
Iffir sent out for the communicator of the town. Hours later in steped  
the most trusted man of the city named Alazhakna. Iffir asked for       
guidence from the spirits and soon Alazhakna was in a trance, His hair  
ruffled, his eyes sparkled, and his throat became raspy. Alazhakna it   
seemed started to growl and snarl and scream Madly. After a few minutes 
Alazhakna dropped to the floor exhasted. When he awoke He had a shiver  
and talked to Iffir, He confered that the spirits have decided on a     
replacement to the throne and that was (as you have allready guessed)   
Alazhakna. Upon hearing this "advice" Iffir called forth the scribe of  
the city and had orders that Alazhakna shall be the next in line to rule
(after all Iffir was childless). Luck was not on Iffir's side for after 
the scribe had touched quill to scroll Iffir suffered a massive         
epileptic seizure and died. Word spread quickly around the city of the  
death of Iffir and the assension of Alazhakna.                          
The next day was quite a change for the citizens of the town for they   
were all told to pay their taxes in advance for the next three years,   
they were told that if they were unable to pay that they would be thrown
into the depths of the dungeon, those owing tax allready were to be     
exicuted on the spot by tax collectors. The days and months that        
followed were what the stories that were passed down from generation to 
generation the Worst for anyone and everyone. The citizens were         
restricted in every aspect of the word they could only work and sleep   
and most of what they made went to Alazhakna. "A Tyrant he is!" could be
heard from most people under their breath when ever the subject of him  
came up. This happend for the first three years, when a young man who   
was actually a wizard in disguise went to see Alazhakna. The young man  
who the wizard was dressed up to look like was by trade a shoe-smith    
(the Story of the little shoe-smith will have to wait till next time)   
who was there to fix Alazhakna for a new pair of shoes. Alazhakna was   
unaware that the young man was actually a wizard in disguise gladly     
stood on a scroll that he laid out to measure the size of his feet so   
Alazhakna hoped right onto the scroll (which was actually the base of a 
powerful binding spell) and with a puff of smoke seemed to vanish.      
Beneath the scroll a small lump appeared to rise from the ground.       
"Excelent!" said the wizard who was quite pleased that his spell worked,
and started to gather the scroll and (yes you guessed it a crystal      
shard) walk out of the city when the guards came running in (after all  
he was a quite noisy wizard).                                           
Cornered by the guards the wizard told the guards that Alazhakna has    
decieved the city by saying that he was able to speak to the spirits    
when infact he was just a brillient liar who used his lies to become the
ruler. The wizard said, "As he claimed to speak with the spirits I      
decided to make his wish come true, I have given him the gift of        
spirit-talk!" The guards looked about puzzled to the where abouts of    
Alazhakna "Ah!" said the wizard, "Look no further than this here crystal
shard, for you see He is now the gift of spirit-talk, While I could not 
make him a spirit nor have him abuse his power as ruler anymore He is   
safely inside the crystal and his power will embrace with who ever holds
it!"                                                                    
Shocked and bewildered one of the guards asked to hold it. The wizard   
handed it to the guard and as soon as he lay grasp to it his hair       
started fuzzing up, his eyes sparkled, and his throat got all raspy,    
momments later the guard screamed and fell to the ground, the crystal   
landed on the ground. The other guards asked what happend and as soon as
the guard who touched the crystal was able to talk he said without      
hesitation "Arf arf woor woof grrr!" "What?" said the guards when before
the guard could utter a word or sound the wizard sprang up grabed the   
crystal and said, "Though the effect is temporary the imagery is true,  
He will tell you that he has spoken to the spirits who only communicate 
in a language understood by of all things dogs!" The Image will only    
last a few minutes past the spirit-talk and then be erased from his     
memory.                                                                 
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I asked Averroes later on what happend to that wizard and that shard,   
and he told me that no one seemed to know, but the spirit-talk spell was
not only used on Alazhakna the forsaken, but on countless other ruthless
people who have since dissapeard. Averroes told me that the crystal ball
that Apollonia used had the same affect on it aswell as to how she could
answer any question.                                                    
I decided to seek out a spirit-talk object be it the crystal ball of    
Apollonia or any of the others that have yet been unearthed. Figureing  
it a good start to my discovery I went to the swamp where Apollonia's   
hut lay in shambles. I asked a few people to escevate for me as much as 
they could, but no one came up with anything, not a page, a book or even
a rod was found. Something drawn me towards Apollonia's headstone,      
something I have no understanding of but I did go and when I looked     
around there I knowticed one thing was odd, all the sounds of the swamp 
seemed to quiet as I steped near a rock laying near her grave, as if it 
a sign for me to search I threw down my pack and used my bastard sword  
to dig around the rock. I diged for about ten minutes when I hit        
something hard, as I brought it up out of the ground I was in awe of the
beauty of this object which I found. I went to the river and washed off 
all the dirt and muck that was clinging onto it and discovered that it  
was a crystal shard just as Averroes had stated, it was small in size   
fitting comfortably in my tiny impish hands and as my skin touched clean
crystal I felt transformed...                                           
I seen the world get dark, and before I new it I fell to my knees and   
when I looked up a whispy apporition stood over me and said "Caera is in
danger!" I looked again and everything grew of light.. the next thing I 
knew was laying down next to the shard on the river bank and I just     
recieved word that Caera has had an accident. I screamed out and to my  
surprise I heard people shouting back to me in a language I didn't      
understand. I talked to Althalus who told me that I had screamed out    
some animal like sounds, I havn't yet told them that I new of Caera's   
danger before it happend.                                               
So now as soon as I end this note I shall offer myself as a conduit to  
every and all who seek to know of their futures... For a small fee of   
100 gold. If you go to the remains of Apollonia's shack I will be there 
offering my service to you.                                             
Hopefully in time I will be able to use the Spirit-talk ability to find 
the answers to what happend to the missing consanguines.                
Misty Storm
 
Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Slyphian, in the year 126 MA.
