The Dolmen of the Mists

[Pentaxius]

[tface=fellSC]The Göthi has fared deep into the Mist, he has explored the tomes left by those before us - and he has listened to the whispers of Aegir, the true guide of the souls of Mistheim. As it is a Seafarer's duty to map the dangers of the oceans, it the duty of a Mistfarer to map the truth behind the Mist. Thus, it is His divine Will that this knowledge be bestowed onto you, Ffölks of Mist'löki, so you may never fare again unwarned of the dangers awaiting ahead.

Long before our era, four great Wyrms came to Ymph. With them came the Mist. It is a common misconception to refer to the Mist a single entity - there isn't one type of Mist upon the Island, but four.

Rabbanatha the Pure

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Temper : Judgmental, haughty.
Mist reach : Mist'löki and surroundings.

The Great Wyrm Rabbanatha stands as judge to all souls. In the past, she emerged as Kepti to guide the Stargazer Ffölks, and chose a Hero by the name of Rii'kii. It is Rabbanatha who protects, to this day, the souls of Mist'löki from the withered grasp of the Maiden.

An altar lies in the dells, and it was there that offerings where once given in her name. When the Mist rises, it is a sign of Rabbanatha's growing hunger. She then absorbs the chosen of the Mist, to keep us shielded from the Maiden's reach.

To speak with the Wyrm, one needs only to enter the dells and seek the face of Kepti. As Haeglia the poet once scribbed upon the walls of the stones, the dell is her bell. To enter her realm, one must cross the deforming mirror found within. It is there, I believe, that she resides - perched above the Last keep, in a misty reflection of Mist'löki.

Abanaxra the Awakened

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Temper : Nostalgic, sorrowful.
Mist reach : The Forgotten Forest, the Horn of Ymph.

Abanaxra has long slumbered in the depths of the Forgotten forest. It is his Mist that permeates the forest, misleading travelers and pilgrims, yet shrouding its rich fauna and flora from the defilement of the Maiden.

Abanaxra was filled with the greatest of sorrows long before the Bones stole the egg of Rabbanatha. The unbearable pain he felt was, I believe, the reason for his millenia-long slumber.

The Göthi gazed into the sorrowful eyes of Abanaxra, and it is there he felt the pain of the Wyrm - a pain reminiscent of the loss of a loved one. Despite their majesty and incommensurable wisdom, It appears that the wyrms can bear, as men, a broken heart.

Glaurophynaxia the Fierce

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Temper : spiteful, hateful.
Mist Reach : Prophet's peak, the shroud surrounding the island.

Glaurophynaxia the fierce is the unchallenged ruler of Prophet's peak. He is revered as a God by the population of Kobolds and Mist-Ogres. Even the Orcish tribes of the peak pay homage to the Mighty and hungry Glaurophynaxia. It is no coincidence if the populations of Ogres, Kobolds and Orcs of the peak do not fall to the Maiden's curse, for the great Mist Wyrm protects those who perform his biddings.

The Fierce has a cruel appetite for the innocent, and often - his servants roam the neighboring lands in search for unsuspecting victims so he may feast upon their blood and bones.

The Mist clouds of Glaurophynaxia's reach far beyond the peak, as they drift down the montains, carried by the winds, until they settle in the sea. It is he, to Aegir's great disarray, who leads the unsuspecting seafarers to the reefs of certain doom, or calls upon his servants, the Mist raiders, to harvest them as meat to fuel his unquenchable hunger.

It is known that the voice of the maiden is carried in the Mist surrounding the Island, the same Mist which falls under Glaurophynaxia's dominion. It is unclear why this is the case - but records speak of the time before her release, when sailors would come to Ymph, enthralled by her voice and visions of her beauty - with the sole aim of releasing her from tower of the Noor. Perhaps, Glaurophynaxia and the Maiden share a purpose in common, or perhaps the Maiden has found a way to manipulate the Mist. Wherever the truth, it is one which must be uncovered.

The Fourth dragon of Ymph

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Temper : unknown.
Mist Reach : the Underdark.

Once upon Ymph lived a fourth dragon, whose name is now lost to the murky currents of time. Echoes of his presence upon the island survive in the Numinous order dogma of the three and one, on the ominous carvings describing the fourth demon of Ymph with a missing head, or upon a stone in the forgotten forest showing a suffering dragon rendering his last breath of life under an assembly of Nether-Völuns. Wherever the truth resides, what lies beyond the shroud of doubt is that what remains of this dragon is nothing else than the Crown of the Island.

There is a fourth place upon Ymph where the thickest Mist permeates, a place long forgotten by the ones who delve to the surface. It is there that the Crown awaits to be found, so the spirit of the lost dragon may once again awakened in the soul of the King-to-come.

May the knowledge kept herein lead us a step closer to salvation,

Hedge-Göthi Sigvar Fjordmund[/tface]