THE LOST KING

It is said that Arioch, the lost king placed the Helm of Ossron...the Helm of Dawn...upon his head...then he drew the Ebon Blade of Gundri Rusk...the Blade most Ancient...and led his Men of Gold into battle against the Vilar Shades beneath the Midnight Sun of Vilardeen.

Despite the ultimate victory...Arioch lost many men. And a Vilar curse was put upon his head. The curse put the full weight of the Shadow War upon him...and he felt responsible for so much death. He returned to Tibaroe and announced to the welcoming crowds of women, boys, and old men...

“Despite the Glory, the Honor, and the Blood of our Enemies...
Never Forget the Gore, the Horror, and the Blood of your Young.”

He left the Golden City and travelled to a land of living death. There under the shadow of fear, he built the Black Spire...and there still he lives beneath the curse of the Vilar Shades.

His son sat upon the empty throne in the Golden City, but a portion of the Royal Power of the Golden Race was forever lost. His line continued, but the technologists rebelled...and the Civil War split our Race.

Since those days, Arioch, the Golden King, the Helm of Dawn, and the Blade most Ancient have been lost to us. I ask you nothing less than a quest. Return the Royal Might to the current line of Kings...Bring me the Helm of Dawn so that a new Age may be born...and put in my hands the Ebon Blade of Gundri Rosk so that all the scattered warriors of the Golden Race that hear the Blade sing in my grasp of Spilled Vilar Blood...that they will return to the Golden City...that our Race might be truly whole.

Yes it is said that He that is Lost shall be found....that the Ebon Blade will be sheathed in a most Godly Sheath...and with the passing of the Helm of Dawn a new War...the Last War shall begin...

QUINN ROLDOON DREAMS

...of a man in tarnished golden armor...he sits atop a spire...a black spire...surrounded by an infinity of gray somber sky. His eyes are gray and reflect the dull light of his surroundings. He is very old...not on the outside, but on the inside were it counts. He has seen a thousand of his race fall in bloody souless agony on a dark planet with a sun no brighter than the moon...and he felt every deadman's twitch...every bloating rotting second of decomposition...he has seen enough death to imagine that he himself is dead...but to his utter despair, he it not. A golden crown floats above his head, and in his hand is a snake as black as coal...for a moment you think what he thinks and believe what he believes...

...all are dead...all is lost...I am practically all that's left. As long as I live, my Race continues...can I ask for anything more than that?

When you wake Vette is sitting up in bed looking like he saw a ghost!

VETTE VANJOR DREAMS

A man stands in the center of a large underground chamber...he is dressed in spiked golden armor that glows as if from some outside source. He is on some sort of platform, and all around him and below him is a vast bottomless pit. At the edges of this vast hall there is stable footing, and around the pit stand hundreds of soldiers who appear to be awaiting orders to charge into battle. They are also dressed in golden armor...and they are orderly and still like only years of training can shap a man...The golden man in the center lifts his helm and his handsome brave face is fitting of a king...he is confident and fears nothing. For some reason you feel fear...and you feel all is not as it should be. Then for a moment you think what he thinks and feel what he feels...

...These men are my men to command, and soon all the men of Tibaroe...all men everywhere...will stand with me against my foes...just like these men...so loyal they would follow me unto death....

When you wake, Quinn Roldoon is sitting up in bed looking like he saw a ghost!