Stories & Tales of Vastonia!

The Cloaked One!

Not long ago in a small village by the name of Tarm, there lived a peaceful community of low level fighters and hard working peasents. The existance of Tarm within the Human Kingdom was unimportant to most, that is until one night when a black cloaked figure riding a creature of darkness rode into town. This was not your ordinary black cloaked rider, he rode tall on a powerful creature some now refer to as a Nightmare. He was followed by a massive warparty of savage warriors and brutal minions. They stormed the town, burning buildings and slaughting the innocent with no remorse. The people of Tarm stood no chance, no chance what so ever. The towns tiny militia held fast and fought this menacing force but were badly outnumbered and soon fell to the black riders clutches.

These event's carried on over the next four months with every attack on the village being worse than the last. The mayor of Tarm "Nash Gorman" increased taxes that included a higher taxation on town entry fees. "This should help us rebuild," Nash told the townsfolk. "Perhaps if we all board up our houses and stay indoors during the later hours, this band of pillaging thugs shall leave our town be". The citizens agreed with Nash's plan, and over the next few days the locals began to reinforce their tiny establishments.

On the night of June 2nd 603 A.D., the cloaked one returned. His minions poured into town, setting buildings ablaze and killing any who refused to remain indoors. In the rear followed a massive tyrant, a 40' tall giant of tremendous strength. Wandering through town this undetered monster crushed all within it's path, tearing down buildings and savagely killing helpless bystanders. Within a short time Tarm was once again in ruins and the survivors were left to claim the dead and rebuild this tormented farming community.

The next day as the citizens gathered outside, in their once peaceful town. A group of unfamiliar faces strolled on into town. "Oh great! now what," exclaimed Les a local tavern owner. "Hold up Les," remarked Borlan, a merchant of Tarm. "Perhaps these folks came to help us, we have been awaiting backup now for months". The figures walked carelessly up into the middle of the town square. The largest figure, an almost seven foot tall man clad in hide leather put forth his hulking arm in a gesture to shake hands with Nash, who stood still with his hand tightly griping the hilt of his sword. "What do you want here!" Snaps Nash. "Well we all came here from Shaymen to help, that is if you still need talented warriors". "That is what the sign said, right?" responds the large man."Well, I don't see what good you'll be now. The cloaked one swept through town last night again as you can see." The four other figures behind the large man remained silent as their comrade negotiated with Nash. "What's your name my large friend?" asks Nash. "I am called Gradar, and these are my friends, Lorna (a mysterious cloaked figured to left of Gradar's side), Oblivion (what would seem to be user of magic), Palstay (a Half-Elven fighter), Ranin ( a stocky, quiet Dwarf ) and my brother Randor (also a Barbarian as Gradar)" "We have come to help your sorry asses" pipes up the mysterious cloaked being. "So point us in the right direction" grunts Randor "and we'll make sure to solve your problems". Nash, somewhat grudgingly puts out his hand to shake with Grador. "Well....come with me and I'll fill you all in about our cloaked sweeper of the night".....

.......But that's another story, hope you liked it. Perhaps I'll continue this tale another time.

Aliona's Tale

This story was told by a female Gray Elven warrior from Quiliston, during the adventure's of Sly'Tavicon....

I'll tell you, it was shortly after our brilliant defense of Valini Keep that I heard this story. A story of great treasure, from before the Elven Wars. I know you have heard plenty of mythical stories about lost cities and the lot, however, most of them are only legends.

This story I heard, it was true! I know because I popped a detect lie on the old coot telling it. The tales says that Sly'Tavicon," that's Dragon with a capital D " lives somewhere within the Kagon mountain range, and the only person to ever return from her cave, was a great warrior named Portheous Cahl.

Say no more! I said. It doesn't matter if that the beast is 700' tall or has eyes that turn you to stone, I'm interested. So I took a bunch of my mates and headed off for a little vacation from the homelands, so to speak. Traveled to the Rotted Lands, where I planned on beginning our search for this fabled warrior.

We started through the leafy maple trails, only to be ambushed by what seemed to be hundreds of Ogres. Turned and fled I did! Just escaped with my skin and that of my mates, most of them anyway.

But let me tell you, with all that protection, I'm convinced that the Far Wilderlands is where you will find Portheous, that is if the Ogre's didn't find him first...

Aliona sighs and bids her companion's good night, "I'm off to bed now"." I would suggest you all get a good night's rest" as Aliona disappears into her small skined tent....

Vanderwood's Story

As told by Vanderwood, a boisterous Half-Elven swashbuckler who seems more at home with a jug of ale in his hands than leading a party. This also took place during the Sly'Tavicon adventures.

There isn't much to tell really, you see, I'm an adventurer, not an explorer but an adventurer, Well perhaps a pirate...anyway! I'm from Garven, know where that is? and I was adventuring in the east and heard of all sorts of legends and the tales I will tell if I ever get back to Garven.

I was on route back to my homeland when I was attacked by pirates, thinking of a neat trick I had up my sleeve, I pulled it out and let loose with an attack, though I think it blew a hole in the bottom of my boat.

Anyway, I washed up on shore near this ruined city and was grabbed by these Ogres and was taken to a big Hill Giant who asked me "Why the fuck I washed up on his beach for". So I told him! and he threw me in his prison.

Here I was assigned to make big rocks into little rocks and even though it wasn't my fault the quarry wall caved in and I escaped, but not before I managed to grab me a handful of neat stuff.

I still think that his son is mad at me for taking his future wife's wedding ring.........hehe. Well I have told you part of my life story, perhaps you can share some of your if you all wish to travel with us to Sacranyst.