Ring of Freedom
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Information on the Item
About The Item
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Background Story
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"Tell us again, tell us again" The old man smiled and lowered himself onto the rickety wooden bench as the children gathered earnestly around his feet. "We weren't always an appendage, we were once a mighty realm of our own" The children nodded in appreciation. "We faced severe odds, but our Prime Minister would never back down from those that would destroy us. My father was there, he tells me there was only two choices for Oligarch, death or freedom." "Wouldn't it have been better to live?" a young child asked, with wide eyes. "Without freedom, no" The children's faces looked sad at the fate of their forefathers and some shuffled uneasily. The old man reached out to one boy with reassurance, "All is not lost though. This is where it gets interesting... When it seemed that our realm would fall, our leaders arranged a meeting with the witches of the woods of Commonyr. Among the witch was a very old sage, rumoured to be part elf she was at least 500 years old. The leaders were nervous about the meeting, but they had little option The sage chanted, sang and danced around a fire in the forest while the leaders watched in horrified awe. Once the ritual was complete she told them quite calmly that Oligarch would become enslaved and become the appendage that it is today. The leaders were upset, but she told them not to fret. She handed them a ring with a shimmering blue stone Take the Ring of Freedom, keep it from your enemies. One day, someone will wear the ring and liberate your city, your home and return to it the freedom and autonomy that it now enjoys" The children's eyes were brimming with hope and excitement, "Where is the ring today?" The old man smiled, "No one is certain. My father told me that the leaders took the ring and returned to the city for the final siege. Some say the elves took the ring in the final siege and have locked it away so that the prophecy can never be fulfilled. Other people say that the realm leaders sent it away from the city hidden in trade caravans, knowing that it needed to survive for the future" The children murmured among themselves. One of the older boys grunted sullenly, "My father says this story is nonsense, told to children for entertainment. He says there is no ring and no freedom for Oligarch" The old man frowned at the boy and shook his head sadly, "Tut, tut. My boy, this is virtually fact. My father's closest friend's sister spent a night with someone who had spoke to someone who was actually in the forest with the sage when it happened. I assure you the ring will surface one day." |
