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| − | <h5>The Repository of Knowledge is a guild formed by Lunarion Lefanis in Haffemet, Hetland, in an attempt to gather and share information regarding the fourth invasion of Beluaterra.</h5> | + | <h5>The Repository of Knowledge is a guild formed by Lunarion Lefanis in Haffemet, Hetland, in an attempt to gather and share information regarding the fourth invasion of Beluaterra. It is now collecting and codifying information regarding the [[Fifth Invasion]]. </h5> |
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| − | ==Letters==
| + | The tomes stored in its halls are widely regarded as the comprehensive guides to the invasions of Beluaterra. |
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| − | These are small scraps of letters, painstakingly gathered and arranged for Beluaterra to read.
| + | Sadly, the founder of the repository, Lunarion was killed successfully defending the walls of Hoellor from monsters. The library is now maintained by his family. |
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| | + | The library relies on the contributions of the nobility, and invites everyone with information regarding the fifth invasion of Beluaterra to submit the relevant documents [[/Submissions|here]]. |
| | + | ==Library== |
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| | + | These are small scraps of letters, painstakingly gathered and arranged for Beluaterra to read. |
| | + | <b> |
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| | + | * [[/Netherworld|Netherworld]] [[File:Daimons.png]] |
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| − | My lords,
| + | * [[/Monsters|Monsters]][[File:Monsters-icon.png]] |
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| − | I just had a very disturbing dream and one that I am compelled to relay to each of you quickly upon first waking. Last night just as I was falling asleep, a strange feeling came over me but I pushed the feeling aside in the throes of sleep only to find my dreams most disconcerting. This was not the first time and as I dreamed the strange dream where I was once again is in a cave, before a beautiful creature. It was the Seer Diamon creature I had met before in the netherworld lands. And once again the Seer spoke to me a warning in a melodic and calm voice.
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| − | "The evil has arrived,
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| − | The travel survived.
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| − | Takeover the humans they will,
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| − | Defeat the humans they will.
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| − | Qual the base is,
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| − | Human the betrayer is.
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| − | Daimons only hope,
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| − | Death otherwise last stop."
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| − | As the creature stopped speaking, my dream started fading, and I grasped at the visions struggling to retain vestiges of the message for it is obvious to me that the message contains the warning that could save or destroy humanity.
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| − | The past vision I had kept to myself but this is too strong to be ignore and word must be passed to all the realms of the land. If divided we stand then united we will fall. I have done my part and I have passed along the Seer's warning and I will leave it to each of you to do with it as you will.
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| − | Letter from Valachi Stefanovic (2 days, 21 hours ago)
| + | * [[/Undead|Undead]] [[File:Undead-icon.png]] |
| − | Message sent to: Aldo, Alex, Askarn, Delvin, Jeff, Jord, Niallan, Piru Petteri, Richard, Tissaphernes, Tonkotsu
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| − | They stir once more! But not all is lost... no, she shall face her ancient foe... I will see to that.
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| − | Our archives... extensive. THE RITUAL! It is not lost! As the mountains breed chaos, the earth itself will rise up in order... IT IS NOT LOST I TELL YOU! And so near... so nearly complete...
| + | * [[/The Fourth|The Fourth]] |
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| − | The dragons stir in truth for the first time since the gods walked our plane. Before them comes fire and death and destruction, and in their wake all hope is lost... but He stands from his throne watching all of chaos for the first time, to oppose...
| + | * [[/Prophets|Prophets]] |
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| − | There is much death to come.
| + | * [[/Fallen heroes|Fallen Heroes]] |
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| − | Valachi Stefanovic
| + | * [[/Vanquished Invaders|Vanquished Invaders]] |
| − | Ambassador of Netherworld
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| | + | * [[/Language|Language of the Daimons]] |
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| | + | </b> |
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| − | Letter from Valachi Stefanovic (2 days, 22 hours ago)
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| − | Message sent to everyone in the region Gethsemene (2 recipients)
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| − | I came to spread the word!
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| − | The beasts stir, and their Goddess awakens! The men at the edge of Chaos ready their arms, and the earth trembles beneath their feet. Death comes...
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| | + | As the skies blaze with anger |
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| − | Valachi Stefanovic
| + | And the oceans thirst for blood |
| − | Ambassador of Netherworld
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| | + | The lands tremble in anticipation |
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| | + | For who here can stem the flood |
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| − | Letter from Valachi Stefanovic (6 days, 7 hours ago)
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| − | They awaken! The walls are giving way, and through the cracks they crawl into our world! Those who fight, they will die. Those who resist, they will die.
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| − | Hope is such a small thing now...
| + | As the Beasts stir from their forests |
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| − | Valachi Stefanovic
| + | And the Daimons take flight on the wing |
| − | Ambassador of Netherworld
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| | + | The Dead awake from their slumber |
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| | + | And only one can stand separating |
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| − | Region Takeover (6 days, 21 hours ago)
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| − | Netherworld has taken control of Porl , a former rogue region. Netherworld now controls 4 regions.
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| | + | The prophets speak of treachery |
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| | + | And the unity in diversity forlorn |
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| − | My Lords,
| + | But man knows only selfish quarrel |
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| − | I have arrived in **** and I am safely in my estate and have a moment to put quill to paper. I do not know what to make of my trip to the diamon lands. My first trip was an invitation and when I arrived I was tortured for three days. I returned with revenge in my heart but two things happened that made me desire nothing more then to leave.
| + | While the fabric of their empire is shorn |
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| − | The first is that I was asked to provide my services to the diamons. When I pressed them for information I was given no details of what my service would be and so I fled, fearing for my life. I initially headed south-east as if I was going to return to our lands through Fianik but turned south-west in the night and made my way towards the bad lands of Binoaramet. It was there that I came across a cave and met the diamon Seer who bid me pass along the warning, which I have done.
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| − | I do not know the meaning of the Seer's warning nor the cause for it but it troubles me. Few things are able to make me fear and I was scared.
| + | And in the time of their darkest hour |
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| | + | Man will scatter to seek refuge and shelter |
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| | + | From the impending hatred, fear and anger |
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| − | In the lands of Jobo's Mouth I sought my prey. Instead I came across something I didn't not expect. A cave which beckoned to me with a murmur and a sigh. Inside I was met by diamon Seer who bid me pass long a warning. I have scribed her words in my own hand as to keep this information from anyone save this council.
| + | Choosing one above all the others |
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| − | "Curse it is, not a burden. Born with the curse, I must live with. Tarry here, but not for long. I see brothers coming and in anger do not speak to me.
| + | But know that there is no peace for the dead |
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| − | Warning I give: Great evil comes. Daimons can save, protect. Evil from other de... worlds. Warning give must to humans. Help race of ours defeat. Taint the world comes."
| + | Though glory can be found on the battlefield |
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| − | And with that the creature lapsed into silence and after a few minutes, without looking, she waved me away, indicating that she would say nothing more. I do not know what to make of this but I will leave it to each of you to discuss this for a few days and by then I should be home and we can discuss plans.
| + | While some find purpose fighting for a cause |
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| − | Message sent to everyone in your realm (22 recipients)
| + | Yet men are oblivious to powers they wield |
| − | Drazo have big important message!
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| − | "I Marshal. Escaped. They come. We. You. Must friends. Must fight. No hope without."
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| − | Drazo Trvc
| + | So make haste those that kindle the fire |
| − | Baron of Jedinchel
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| | + | For the hope in man is but a flickering flame |
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| − | You visit the prophet Motranas, and listen to his words, many of which are difficult to make out. One part of his long sermon comes out clearly to you and that is:
| + | And when extinguished their claims expire |
| − | A traveling minstrel came upon me one day as I washed my clothes in the stream. He asked me 'Master, why does the night sky glow red?' I asked him 'Why do you look to the skies? It is too late for that. Rather, if you wish to see the signs of what is to come, watch the rivers. Seek me again when the rivers run red. When that happens, we shall truly have momentous events to discuss.' Then I sent him away. I fear that the day may soon come when the minstrel will seek me once more.
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| − | While Motranas asks for nothing, you can leave him a few coins, if you are so inclined.
| + | Then Beluaterra Isle will hold true to her name |
| | + | </i></center> |
| | + | :::::::::::::::::::::: '''- Annaej Urominiel''' |
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| − | You visit the prophet Tirinius, and listen to his words, many of which are difficult to make out. One part of his long sermon comes out clearly to you and that is:
| + | ==Snippets== |
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| − | The world will be torn apart between fire and ice.
| + | A report from an adventurer crossing into Ovujemeh. |
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| − | "Look! There! The skies themselves burn with anger, and the oceans swell with blood! They are coming once more! Run now, while you still can!"
| + | ''As you cross the border into Ovujemeh, you begin to notice that the land is more feral than you remember. Pure, primal nature is ruling here. Men is prey. You are being attacked by cats, dogs and stranger creatures, but also by insects of every kind. It is impossible to fend all of them off.'' |
| | + | Horrified, you turn around and make your way back to where you came from as quickly as you can. |
The Repository of Knowledge is a guild formed by Lunarion Lefanis in Haffemet, Hetland, in an attempt to gather and share information regarding the fourth invasion of Beluaterra. It is now collecting and codifying information regarding the Fifth Invasion.
The tomes stored in its halls are widely regarded as the comprehensive guides to the invasions of Beluaterra.
Sadly, the founder of the repository, Lunarion was killed successfully defending the walls of Hoellor from monsters. The library is now maintained by his family.
The library relies on the contributions of the nobility, and invites everyone with information regarding the fifth invasion of Beluaterra to submit the relevant documents here.
Library
These are small scraps of letters, painstakingly gathered and arranged for Beluaterra to read.
As the skies blaze with anger
And the oceans thirst for blood
The lands tremble in anticipation
For who here can stem the flood
As the Beasts stir from their forests
And the Daimons take flight on the wing
The Dead awake from their slumber
And only one can stand separating
The prophets speak of treachery
And the unity in diversity forlorn
But man knows only selfish quarrel
While the fabric of their empire is shorn
And in the time of their darkest hour
Man will scatter to seek refuge and shelter
From the impending hatred, fear and anger
Choosing one above all the others
But know that there is no peace for the dead
Though glory can be found on the battlefield
While some find purpose fighting for a cause
Yet men are oblivious to powers they wield
So make haste those that kindle the fire
For the hope in man is but a flickering flame
And when extinguished their claims expire
Then Beluaterra Isle will hold true to her name
- - Annaej Urominiel
Snippets
A report from an adventurer crossing into Ovujemeh.
As you cross the border into Ovujemeh, you begin to notice that the land is more feral than you remember. Pure, primal nature is ruling here. Men is prey. You are being attacked by cats, dogs and stranger creatures, but also by insects of every kind. It is impossible to fend all of them off.
Horrified, you turn around and make your way back to where you came from as quickly as you can.
