An account of Revelations of Light

By Matron Avarice Al’Siah

Vendui to you all.

The Editor of this publication has asked me to write an account of the recent Healers Guild event, Revelations of Light, that was held on the 6^th day of the 11^th month 1099AF. After I had scolded the impudent wretch (Oh! she knows what I like – Ed) for his lack of respect, I agreed to his request.

I traveled to the opening of the new Guildhouse within New Durholme, Avalon, with four members of my House, and an escort of two Bear allies (Dietrech, Kereth, Lucretia, Morpheus and myself, all from House Zal’Siah, and Shanon and Khaan O’Leary). The journey however, took longer than expected, and our party of seven did not arrive until the evening. Upon our entrance, we learnt that plague demons and a strange cult had been attacking the Guild members present, spreading disease and such like. Those fortunate enough to obtain a table place praised the banquet’s spread. Several other Tarantulas also attended; I saw Ilharess Karrash-Mor, and Heather Sparrow. Bedo McYokel and several McNutters were present, as well as most of the Guild members. The most senior of these were there; Grand Master Tel Falcon, Senior Life Masters Thorgerd and Xavin Larson, and Life Masters Qelzarion Q'hek Del'Duin D'Veldras (Quack), Davis McCaffrey, and Sol Tempest. Militia were also out in force, with both Swishtail Balancekeeper and Guilion Sunstone there. Swishtail later lost his militia standing, but for what reason I do not know.

After the official opening of the new Guildhouse, dedicated to the deceased parents of Grand Master Stefan Louis, the man himself was announced the new Guild Master. This was following the untimely disappearance of Grand Master Hagar at this year’s Gathering. Several more members of the Guild were given positions during the course of the night; the one that I can remember was Leren of the Wolves, having met the man earlier this year. However, while drinking from the Wellspring of Life to prove their allegiance, one of the members fell to the ground, poisoned. He was later healed, and made a full recovery.

Several more attacks by Plague demons took place that night; Dietrech Al’Siah, Kereth Al’Siah, and myself all fell prey to a surprise attack. Matron Karrash-Mor expressed extreme annoyance at the fact that some of the more "chivalrous" Lions present refused to let her fight, but this did not stop her!

I was rather alarmed at the fact that Stefan Louis demanded all Healers there undertake an allegiance oath to the Guild, there was also an Ellistrae worshipper present who all Tarantulas avoided. If anyone would like to know who this traitor is, please see Ilharess Karrash-Morr. To not believe in Lloth, a crime indeed!

During the latter half of the evening, a ghostly form was seen to be wandering through the Guildhouse rooms, later identified as an apparition of Stefan Louis’s dead father. It left as silently as it arrived.

Just before my House left to go back to V’Los Veldrin, Khaan O’Leary dragged a sorry looking man before me, who identified himself as Llellewyn O’Donnell, future husband of my Guard Captain Jehenna. He had been on the run since deciding to wed her, and was led back to his bride-to-be in the Underdark with our returning party.

To allz Bearz

I wantz to elp al yuz bearz and the lovlyz queenies.

I opes wees can agree’s to elp each others a little bit.

I don’tz want any trubul tween you Bears and my Goblinz.

We alls on the sames side.

Thanks you

General White Claw

To all the People of Caledonia,

Skars Ferry I am glad to say is now clear of the plague, all remaining cases are in isolation and being healed at the earliest opportunity. Also the lands around Skars Ferry are being checked by patrols for anyone sick. Healers are available to all at any of the towns or homes of the Clan McBeth and of the Exiles.

It has been reported that some people have inadvertently carried the sickness westwards over Caledonia. If anyone finds a person suffering from the sickness they should bring them to a healer and have them cured, if you are healthy and strong you have little to fear so offer all the aid that you can.

Vargrad Orhmsun, Captain of the Guard, Skars Ferry

I wish to bring a case to the knights of Caledonia,

Gildak of the Whampyri has wrongfully imprisoned my youngest brother and I understand that he has several others imprisoned for some unknown reason.We went seeking help, we were welcomed in and healed. We gave our thanks and when we went to leave my brother was taken, Ryan is only 12 summers old and had been made sick in the siege of Skarsferry but had helped the men on the walls bringing food and water and other such errands. We survived that and yet know he languishes in a cold cell in the keep of the Whampyri. Our appeals for my brothers release and all others held there have gone unheard, so now as a Bear and loyal clansman to the Queens call on the Knights of our land to aid us and stop this crime.

Duncan McThomas.

Dougi McFinn fired from the Knights….. (are you kidding –Ed)….. It has been heard that he has not been doing his duties and is now being stripped of his title…..(stripped, I say – Ed).

After the death of Kenneth McGowan at the Gathering his title of Lord of HernGuard was pasted down to the next heir at the Incantors guild this month. The title includies looking after the tree of Life and HernGuard of course (Don’t ya mean MudGuard – Ed).

The new Lord is none other than Chuffie, Teran McYokel (Oh, stop calling me that – Teran!).

Reports of Unliving under PalanGuard have been pouring in. Some people are trying to find people to help… even asking at the Incantors guild event!

Clan MacArth.

By Malcon MacArth, Eighth Chieftain.

Gather round my family, this is our story. It is told only once by each Chieftain and now it comes to my turn. I am Malcon MacArth, the eight chieftain of the clan have new adventures to speak of. When I finish this story, I stand down as the Chief and my eldest son Talorf begins to lead you all.

Our history is rich and full, no clan of the Tuatha can boast a more colourful story than ours. It begins over four thousand years ago, in the beautiful land of Taris.

Conn of the Hundred Battles, Conn Cetchathach was the high king of the fertile and peaceful land of Taris. Conn's wife, alas, died in childbirth, but the child, Conn's first son survived. The boy grew to early manhood and was trained to be the next High King, during this time Conn found himself a new wife, a woman of the new race the Shee, her name was Becuma.

Arth, Conn's son, was happy with the marriage but Becuma hated Arth for some reason, and in her hatred she lied to Conn about his son, the lie was believed by Arth's father and because of it Arth was banished to the northern wastes.

In the southern lands Becuma's family, nobles of the Shee tribe, decided it was time to take Becuma back home.

Now this was long before we had helped the Shee to become the civilised race of Empire builders they are today, back then the Shee were nomadic barbarians who ran from thunder storms. But somehow they developed the courage to attack Talster, Taris' capital.

Conn was warned of the army marching against him and took his warriors and went to fight. Runners were sent to find Arth so he could rule his fathers land, soon he returned. Becuma's hatred of him still burned, but she had learned the rules of the court well in Arth's absence.

While his father was at war Arth was challenged to game of Fidchell, the stakes of which were that the loser had to steal the wand of the Wizard Cu Roi MacDaire and give it to the winner. The wand was powerful and could open the way between the worlds, Becuma lost the game and stole Cu Roi's wand and reluctantly handed it to Arth.

Becuma's anger grew as did her hatred towards Arth, so she challenged him to a second game of Fidchell, the stake for which was left open, Becuma won the game and made Arth quest for the hand of Delbchaem in marriage.

Delbchaem was the daughter of a fierce warrior woman named Coinchend, she had killed all the male suitors of Delbchaem. Arth accepted the challenge of and sword in hand went on the quest. Coinchend lived in the northern wastelands, which were hostile and barren. Arth was attacked by all manners of monsters as well as wytches before he faced Coinchend.

The fight lasted ten days and ten nights the noise of the swords striking shields echoed round the world like thunder. But it was Coinchend scream as Arth beheaded her that shook the ground and caused great earthquakes, her dying scream the caused the island of the Orkempire to rise from under the western ocean.

As Coinchend's scream died away Arth collapsed from exhaustion, when he awoke a beautiful woman with raven coloured hair was tending to his wounds.

By the time Arth was fully recovered, he and Delbchaem were in love, they travelled back to Talster and were married. Soon Delbchaem was with child, but then the news arrived from the south Conn of the Hundred Battles had been killed in his hundred and first. Arth's first action as the new king of Taris was to banish Becuma

One year later another disaster befell Arth and the people of Taris, Cu Roi MacDaire took his revenge for the theft of his wand. The curse he placed on the house of Arth caused the son of Arth, the baby Cormac to disappear. The people of Taris helped Arth search all of Thais, for they loved their king. But of the baby Cormac no trace was found.

For twelve years Arth Mourned for his lost son, but then the news came of a wise boy from the forests of the east of Thais, a boy raised by shapeshifters but not a shapeshifter himself. Arth was interested and travelled to see the "Wise Boy" and was amazed to see his wife's raven hair and his own brown eyes staring from the boy. But more amazing was the tattoo on the boys left forearm, the symbol of the Cetchathach family, the mark he himself had tattooed onto Cormac twelve years ago. The wise wild boy was Cormac son of Arth, his father took him back to Talster and began to teach him how to be high king.

Cormac MacArth, the founder of our clan, reigned as High King of Taris for seven years after his fathers disappearance. Then while out hunting stag one day Cormac rode through a clearing in the forest and everything changed. It turned to night and he was beside the sea, on the shore stood a man dressed in deep blue robes and a woman dressed in green robes, as Cormac drew near the man spoke "Here is a husband for you Rhalia, and you Cormac, I have a gift for you." he said, Cormac waited as the man walked forward towards him.

"I am Mananaan, this is my daughter, my gift is this sword, made of moonsilver and with a blade so sharp it will cut through other weapons, my other gift is the hand of my daughter." Said Mananaan. "All that you have to do is survive here in Tir Tangire for one year." Cormac survived and even prospered during his year in the land of Promise and even found another magic item. The cup of truths a magic goblet if three lies are spoken near the cup it cracks and breaks, but if three truths are spoken near the cup it mends itself and is whole again. At the end of the year Cormac Married Rhalia and within a year the couple had had twins, a boy and a girl.

Mananaan returned Cormac and his family to Taris, and his children grew to adults. Cormac gave a decree that after his reign ended then the High King should henceforth be elected by a council of chiefs. He also formed the Fennians a warband of warriors from all clans to serve the High King as a strike group.

Grainne, Cormac's daughter married Finn MacCumahil the first leader of the Fennians. Osric, Cormac's son became the first Chieftain of Clan MacArth.

Osric MacArth too his seat of the chiefs council and after four years of helping his father rule Taris Arth returned and asked Clan MacArth to follow him on one adventure. Cormac gathered his clan together in the castle in Canke Wood. Arth used the wand of Cu Roi MacDaire to open a gateway and most of Clan MacArth became the wanderers of the realms and dimensions we are today.

Since those times we have been to most places, and have made friends and allies on many worlds. My wife comes from Caledonia, from the world of Erdreja and my son Talorf has already married a drow from that world. But now my story is just about ended. In Taris, I am seventy-three years old. But here on Erdreja I am nearly seven thousand years old. On the world of Martook where I made my home, I was only 13 days old. My son is either one and a half days old, twenty four years old or two thousand years, depending on the world he stands on. So, for us, age becomes meaningless.

I go back to my home to rest and to die. My son will lead you all now, I hope the Clan will continue forever.

As ya wish

Recently I accompanied some of me friends along to the Incantors guild gathering. There we had many problems with unliving and messangers from Pape, now known to them as their master.

Several things went on there including a ritual teleportation of lots of people to see Durith in his chamber, where he was laid to rest…. Or to keep him alive (Barely… - Ed). They all dissappeared togetherr but slowly but surrely they returrned individually…. Very strangle…. And they did not use a ritual circle!

They were many people there, Dark and Light Incantors a like. Elbraith seemed to be leading the speeches and Tik tok was there too!

Pape even turned up, he kept on making people protect him…. Is he scarred or something….

Nothing seemed to hurt him… not even daggers…. Special ones of course! Elbraith was hit in the fight and had to be whisked away to be treated.

At the end of the evening everyone had a good drrink and a sleep afterwards…. Ah… the Bars open again…. My round then…. Til next time….

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