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===============(Scrolls of Serenia Productions presents)=================

-When Gods have fallen-
-and heroes are gods-
-When hopes are drowned-
-then only the legends remain-

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-The stories of Serenia in the Second Age-

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T . o . C -:-:- Dark Legends #1 -:-:- "Pehr Jrago"

i ?:? eternity

1 ?:? Into the Mist

2 ?:? Lost memories

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Pehr Jrago

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eternity

I've been on this earth, Serenia, for what seems like an
eternity. I'm sick of it. The pain, the suffering, well,
sometimes that's fun, but otherwise life is dull, boring. I used
to be so many things, now I'm just a dying legend. Hopefully
I'll die one of these days, when the makers are done with me and
it is their will so to do.

Only a short couple hundred years ago, this earth encountered
a great evil, and the strands of the balance itself were thrust
out of position by the battle that proceeded. The world that was
left is not like the Serenia that was. It is no longer serene,
and now evil things inhabit wherever they can.

I had used to be prosperous in my encounters, well known and
respected, as well as feared. I remember when I was first pulled
into the Quest in a strange turn of events brought on by one of my
closest companions, and then, once we had came to the end of our
quest, we had crossed paths with some supposed demigod who
claimed himself Neim.

My companion, a bold yet intelligent man I hold in high
esteem named T?lk, had at that point told me that he had to
handle this situation on his own. He told me that my part in
his quest was done, and that it was time we said our goodbye's
and that he'd see me, "on the other side". I began to leave and
then realized I couldn't. I turned to go back and found T?lk in
swords duel with the evil Neim; a magical barrier over Serenia
which had been created by Neim prevented the use of strong
magical forces that those like Neim would use forced them into
combat.

Sparing details, Neim was not destroyed but imprisoned in
a far backwater type of place, I'm not sure. T?lk also is gone,
I have no idea where he's been, during the battle both he and Neim
just `poofed' and that was the last I've seen of him.

After the Quest, I tried once more to settle down and have a
life, which led me to a wife and son. I told my wife nothing of
my immortality, for she would grievingly condemn me and deem me
mad. We lived in my old city of Andrion, and one day, while I
had been out in the marketplace, a band of brigands, whose first
leader I had slain during the early stages of the Quest, killed
my wife and stole away with my son.

Since he was born, I had wondered if my son would inherit my
immortality, or would he just be normal. Nevertheless, nothing
could exceed my rage when I returned from the marketplace to
find my wife hanging from the beams.

For months upon years I searched far and wide for the
brigands who took my son. They had broken up and spread across
the land, thus I had to hunt them down one by one and slay them
by hand. I eventually found all of them, but they could give me
no information on the whereabouts of my son.

I hope my son is still alive, and for some reason I think he
is. I soon will be venturing out once more to search for my son,
for I have, as the makers would have it, an eternity...

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into the mist?chapter1

In the light mist of a summer midday, a lone cloaked figure
walks along a dirt road. The figure seems to be in no certain rush
yet he keeps his pace, never slowing or stopping, relentless. Then,
unexpectedly, he turns and looks in the opposite direction down the
road. His cloak, covering his head and face is dark and wonderously
clean despite the cloud of dust that englufs the area. Although the
darkness that this cloak dons is not merely that of the cloth, but
that of another, more mysterious source.

The lone figure stands, fixed on his sight down the road, and
then looks up into the sky, and then at the ground before his feet.
His body language gives off nothing of his feelings, yet he turns and
returns to his original walk along the dirt road.

Then, in the distance, the sound of horses and men, maybe even
warriors, strikes the old man as he looks frantically back down the
road and then once again into the sky. He knows nothing else but to
continue his wandering trek along the dirt road. Far along the road
behind the old man an aura of smoke appears and from that emerged a
pack of large men laced in royal arms. The man fails to notice the
appearance of the men and continues down the road in a faster pace
than before.

The old man gets nowhere before the men overtake him. The men
ride up and stop in front of him, blocking his path and forcing him
to, if nothing else, stop. The old man did, in fact, stop and he kept
his head low, saying nothing. The men seemed taken back by the silence
of this man in the presence of royalty, or atleast thats what they
claimed themselves to be. Something about this man got to them, they
thought, something that reached into the back-ally shadows of their
souls, and some of them wondered how long this charade was going to
last. Even the leader of the men, the largest and apparently strongest
seemed shaken by the brute force by which they had been somehow gripped.

"You there!" the leader shouted, "What is your business? Where
are you going?"

The man stood silent for what seemed to the men for an eternity.

The leader repeated himself, "YOU there! State your business or
to the dungeons with you!"

The man slowly moved his head back and forth, showing his motion
only by the small movement of the cloak hood. Finally he said in
a deep, evil voice, "Where is this place?"

The warriors were somewhat taken back by the firm defiancy of
the man, for who was he to challenge their might and power? But
their leader, having a sudden sense of caution instilled in him,
answered his question warily, and his battalion was taken even
more aback by this.

"You are in the Kingdom of Pehr Jrago, ruled by th-"

As the leader of the men continued on with his lecture on the
past and present details of his mighty kingdom, the cloaked man
turned and departed. The leader, obviously content with himself,
finally finished his speech and looked down from his hand-waving
and over-bearing to find the old man gone.

"Hmph." The leader thought to himself, "downright
disrespectful..."

The warriors, though, sat there, dumbfounded, appalled at his
outright disrespect. Though they wanted to tear this man apart
all night and behead him in the morning, they didn't. They
couldn't explain it; any other time they wouldn't hesitate in
such an action, but now, they just couldn't, and they were
terrified at themselves for it. They looked back and forth
between each other at each other, blank-faced while the leader
merely sat there on his horse staring at the back of the old man
as he drifted off down the road and eventually disappeared into
the noon-day traffic of commoners.

Then the smaller of the warriors dared to break the silence,
saying, "Jor."

The other warriors, including the leader, turned to look at the
smaller warrior, and then, once again, they looked at each other
and fell silent, this time easing into their saddles, content
with that conclusion.

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Lost memories?Part1

In a dimly-lit forest, where the light is cut off high above
in the canopies of the trees, faint footsteps can be heard. As
short time passes, the steps become louder and more persistent.
They are footsteps with purpose, strong, foregoing, unstopable.
More time passes and finally a claim to the footsteps is made. A
warrior clad in arms of a fallen kingdom appears out of the
darkness and continues running. The man ducks into a bush and
sits completely still, disappearing from sight.

Then, once again, sounds can be heard from a distance. This
time, though, they are not footsteps; they are horses and men
shouting.

The warrior looked back in the direction of the horses,
straining to get a good look. "Damn." he muttered to himself.
He hopped out of the bush and continued, faster in his plight.
He wondered what was going on; why he was being chased by
warriors, who he was, where he was, and much else because he
remembers nothing of his past.

He looks around as he runs, and flashes of the past remind
of -- something ... that he can't remember. "DAMN." That's been
happening to him often lately. He runs, and eventually the
warriors on their horses burst through the brush only paces
behind.

He swings his head around, looking at the phalanx, then
swerves his head back around. "Ah! What is that, out there?" He
thinks aloud.

It was a clearing, with a large building, like a fort, in it.
As he drew nearer he could see that it was a fort, and as he
reached the clearing, he called out to the gatemaster, who
immediately recognized him and ordered the gate dropped.

Once the gate had been dropped, fighters wearing grey arms
emerged and charged past the lone warrior and toward the phalanx
that had been persuing. Their leader stopped and turned to the
warrior saying, "What have you done this time, Endrek, to get
yourself into this mess? Outnumbered by brigands and running? Are
you feeling alright? Hmm?" He looked deep into Endrek's eyes for
what seemed like hours, and he was then brough back into reality
by the clanging of weapons only footsteps before him.

"Endrek, you never run from a fight, are you all right?" The
leader said, looking at the blank stare of Endrek.

"This is not good..." The leader said, half to himself and half
to Endrek. The leader rushed he and his companion into the fort
and left the fray to his men. Once they were inside the fort, he
brought the lone warrior into the small tavern.

The two warriors sat down and the leader continued, "Do you know
who I am?"

Endrek looked at him unknowingly, head tilted and blank stare
complete.

"Hmph. It is as I thought -- Listen to me, I am Keshon, do you
know who you are?" Keshon said, looking intently at Endrek.

"Endrek?"

"Yes. I will try to explain this to you plainly; for some
strange reason, a reason which you won't tell even to me, there
are instances when your memory goes blank and for a period of
days to weeks, even months. It eventually comes back, however,
but I suggest that you do no more travelling this day."

"But I must be somewhere."

"Where? Do you even know where you are now?"

"uhm," Endrek said, looking around the grungy, darkly-lit
tavern, "no."

"This is a fort in Sahr Padia, the southern forest region of
Pehr Jrago," Keshon said while pulling out a map and showing it
to Endrek, "we are here, see? You're lucky you found our fort
before the brigands took you for hostage. Many people would pay
good money to see you hanged in their town squares. By the way,
Endrek, how long have you been like this? I mean, the running
from the brigands and all?"

"From what I can recall, I'd say just about the entirety of the
day..."

"Then I suggest you rest for the night, regain your strength
<and hopefully some of your memory> and you and I both will set
out upon the morrow. Can your quest be prolonged for yet another
day?" said Keshon in a half-sarchastic tone.

"ah, I suppose so." Even though Endrek had lost his memory, he
hadn't lost many of his natural abilities: wit, speech, theory
and the like.

So that night Endrek joined Keshon for the night, and the
next day they proceeded out into the forest. They got no farther
than a few paces when Keshon stopped, looking out in all
directions, and said to Endrek, "So, revive any of your lost
memory yet? Do we know where we're going?"

Endrek also looked out in all directions, seeing nothing of
importance, and said to Keshon, "no, if I've remembered
anything, it hasn't come back to me yet. Although I think I had
planned to go North," extending his arm and pointing.

"Ah, so North it is," Keshon said in a somewhat cheerful
mood, or atleast a cheerful mood as far as the leader of a
battalion could be, "I hope we find what we're looking for soon,
I'm already getting hungry..."

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The Miscellaneous
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asskey by Lord Finesse (LFiN.sOs)
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edited by Lord Finesse and LathSpell
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all stories by Lord Finesse and LathSpell
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oh, and btw, the symbol ??
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stands for "Pehr Jrago"
-so none of you people ask me no more...

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