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stormspirit · 12-02-05, 02:31 AM

Rumours abound, bards the length of all continents whispering of a rift forming between the goddess of Magic and Love. Once allies the two are said to have found a source of friction, yet rumour is not certain on what it is.
Some say a place, others a spell, even others that the ladies have fallen for the same man. If you listen to the lewd it has to do with a lecherous minstrel playing them both for fools. and the idealistic would say the war rages over a dream.� The only thing the bards are sure of is that the arguement exists.
They also tell tales of Lucindites murdered by Ilsarian arrows and the servants of Love falling under the power of potent spells. Whispered of are attacks on the two bastions of Lucinda herself, Vairvand and Vairsaloh.� The Ilsarian temple of Hlint was reported at one stage to have burst into magical flames with only fast action by the attending clergy saving the structure from complete destruction.
And in the most hushed of corners of the darkest rooms the most damning of all tales is repeated, the Protectors of the Weave muster, the shadowy and elusive Guardians are said to have been called and all gather for war against Ilsare at Vairvand....Clerics of both faiths deny all, yet while mouths are busy in refute hands are even�busier sharpening swords, casting spells and readying bows for the assualt that is certain to come...or so the bards claim.
Some however, those few who claim to be most informed speak of twin powers to once more walk the earth, remnants of a time that was less settled than now and more filled with war and wonder.� Recipients of unmarked energy they are rumoured to hold the key to end the dispute, in death or peace however�none are certain.� Said to be marked by the very Maidens of the gods and carrying a boon or bane beyond the reach of most, one graced by a flower of blue, pure new life of The Weave. The other gifted with the blush of the new heart in first love, beloved of the blossom red.� Though rumours abound, some say beloved of the red is The Harper, others say it is a silent Aeridinite, others whisper that it is a dark necromancer..no a drow would say another. The blue..well as many rumours abound as fish in the sea, A cleric...no a mage....of course not a young dashing sorcerer....dont be silly its a halfling..no no a creative gnome!
The only thing the listener can be sure of is that truth is scarce from the lips of bards.

12-02-05, 02:31 AM	#1
stormspirit Mind Flayer Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: Australia Posts: 1,108 Thanks: 1 Thanked 14 Times in 2 Posts	*Borne upon the informative (if not entirely factual) lips of bards....* Rumours abound, bards the length of all continents whispering of a rift forming between the goddess of Magic and Love. Once allies the two are said to have found a source of friction, yet rumour is not certain on what it is. Some say a place, others a spell, even others that the ladies have fallen for the same man. If you listen to the lewd it has to do with a lecherous minstrel playing them both for fools. and the idealistic would say the war rages over a dream.� The only thing the bards are sure of is that the arguement exists. They also tell tales of Lucindites murdered by Ilsarian arrows and the servants of Love falling under the power of potent spells. Whispered of are attacks on the two bastions of Lucinda herself, Vairvand and Vairsaloh.� The Ilsarian temple of Hlint was reported at one stage to have burst into magical flames with only fast action by the attending clergy saving the structure from complete destruction. And in the most hushed of corners of the darkest rooms the most damning of all tales is repeated, the Protectors of the Weave muster, the shadowy and elusive Guardians are said to have been called and all gather for war against Ilsare at Vairvand....Clerics of both faiths deny all, yet while mouths are busy in refute hands are even�busier sharpening swords, casting spells and readying bows for the assualt that is certain to come...or so the bards claim. Some however, those few who claim to be most informed speak of twin powers to once more walk the earth, remnants of a time that was less settled than now and more filled with war and wonder.� Recipients of unmarked energy they are rumoured to hold the key to end the dispute, in death or peace however�none are certain.� Said to be marked by the very Maidens of the gods and carrying a boon or bane beyond the reach of most, one graced by a flower of blue, pure new life of The Weave. The other gifted with the blush of the new heart in first love, beloved of the blossom red.� Though rumours abound, some say beloved of the red is The Harper, others say it is a silent Aeridinite, others whisper that it is a dark necromancer..no a drow would say another. The blue..well as many rumours abound as fish in the sea, A cleric...no a mage....of course not a young dashing sorcerer....dont be silly its a halfling..no no a creative gnome! The only thing the listener can be sure of is that truth is scarce from the lips of bards.