The Bloodrose Curse

 

The group of five companions rode through the town gates chatting amiably amongst themselves. Unobserved, save for the old woman in front of her cottage. She had seen many of those seeking adventure pass through the gates of town of Marchande. This group might be the ones she was waiting for.

The old woman turned and grabbed a quill and paper from the table beside her door. Scrawling "Your sister's name is Sinead. You still hunt her killer" on the paper. She barked out "Andrei!" A small boy came scurrying around from in back of her humble hut. "Tell the big man in the armor, that just got a room at the Dark Rose who sent this" The young boy took off at a run down the dirt street towards the other end of town.

   Lord Tobias Nathaniel Bishop Marchande, third hereditary Duke of Marchande, stared listlessly out the tower window. So many responsibilities weighed on his mind. He missed days past when he was free in the world. He and his companions roamed the world seeking out adventure and danger. "I should never have taken the land grant." He said to himself looking upon the sword in it's well worn scabbard propped up in the corner of his library.

   The small boy stumbled up to the front door of the inn. Huffing and puffing from the effort of running across town he says "Mister... Milady Rowena Bloodrose DeAmberville asked me to give you this." He handed the large red headed man a scrap of parchment.

"Where is your mistress, little man?' The armored man asked the boy. "She is in her hut by the corrals sir."
"Take me to her please." It was almost comedic, the sight of a six foot six inch man following a boy that barely came up to his waist. The duo set off at a brisk walk towards the old woman's home.

   Many of the tavern denizens could only stare at the pair of tall strangely dressed women as they took seats across from one another in the dimly lit common room. "Why are we here?" asked thee rougher looking of the two sisters. "Because Liam is looking for the monster that slew his sister and father. Quit asking May." Missy replied in obvious annoyance. "You've asked me that question every day, sometimes twice a day for three weeks now." the half-elven sisters continued their conversation in low tones, until a leather clad, slightly built elf plopped down at the end of the table. "Find us any decent work Ferix?" May asked of the new arrival. "Nothing that won't require judicious use of steel and brawn." The elf responded. "I'm always up for a good fight" Missy's sister broke in, "May we're supposed to be searching for the lich, not running off and getting in fights at every turn" Missy has always struggled to keep her sister's wilder urges in check, when they were not at home in their mountain village. "Liam is dad's oldest friend. We BOTH promised dad we would help him."
May leaned in close to the table and asked in hushed tones "Have you guys seen Paladras?" "Not since we got to town, he tied off his horse and disappeared." Ferix looked around nervously "Typical, half dragons are sneaky." The three companions continued talking while they waited for their friend to return.

   The armored warrior almost had to crawl through the tiny door to the witch's hut. Once inside, he stood up to his full height. The witch looked impressed. "If anyone can destroy the evil in the valley, it must be you." she mused. "How did you know my sister's name?" Liam eyed the old woman warily. As he did anyone that wielded the mysterious powers. Yes, his god answered his prayers, but he still did not fully trust arcane practitioners.
   "It is a gift given to me by virtue of my bloodline." The witch could sense the large man's distrust. "I am distantly related to the monster." She had never confided in anyone, but felt that this warrior of the heavens could actually defeat the evil that has terrorized her homeland for so long. "You may want to sit Liam, this is quite a long tale." The witch sat down next to her fireplace and gestured to a chair opposite.

   "This tale comes from my Grandmother's grandmother. The original Lord of the Valley, Jean Marc D'Amberville, had a prosperous life in the valley. He and his kin have spread out and thrived. He and his wife had five children.
     As the Fates are fickle, Jean Marc's happiness did not last. His wife died suddenly making him distraught and bitter towards the world. Jean Marc, being not happy with the Fates, started studying the Arcane arts to master the Fates and prevent and further trauma to his family.
     Jean Marc spent many years studying the Arcane arts. He called on many supernatural entities to aid him. Some of them were only appearing to assist him, some were genuinely interested in helping. During his time of studying, Jean Marc met Androgoras. She was beautiful, talented in the arcane arts, and willing to assist Jean Marc. It did no take long for Androgoras to fall in love with Jean Marc, if she had only known.
    What Androgoras did not know, is that Jean Marc was being courted by dark powers. What Jean Marc did not know, is that Androgoras was a Sphinx. It was only after Androgoras revealed her true nature that the Dark powers promised Jean Marc limitless power, if he would sacrifice the powerful being that loved him.
    Jean Marc was so blinded by visions of power, he didn't hesitate to betray Androgoras. Jean Marc subdued her and dragged her to a cave at the head of the valley. There he performed the dark rites and rituals meant to allow the dark powers to bestow the infernal gifts upon him. He was not prepared for the events that followed.
    With her dying breath, Androgoras cursed Jean Marc. Not only did the curse afflict Jean Marc, it afflicted all the D'Amberville children, save the youngest child of his youngest daughter, my grandmother's grandmother. Thus she did leave a way for her love to be returned to the light of truth.

The tainted blood will be redeemed, by true blood that is yet unseen.

    My grandmother's grandmother was told that couplet by the maid that smuggled her out of the valley, just before the curse took her. The maid worked for the youngest of the D'Amberville daughters, Ophelia. A darkness of 500 years descended on the valley, and it is still there to this day. It was at that time, the Bloodroses started taking over the valley. Now they are everywhere. These roses seek out and drink blood.

   So many adventurers have forayed into the valley over the years, none have returned.

As promised Champion, I will name the monster that murdered your sister. Elizabeth, the oldest of Jean Marc's daughters, was cursed to roam the eternal night of Bloodrose Valley as a Vampire. It was she that murdered your sister."
    The old woman poked idly at the small fire in her hearth and awaited a word from the stunned knight sitting across the room from her.

Paladras watched his companions tie up their horses, and wander off. Kalahr Ian spoke briefly with a small kalahr and set off after it at a brisk pace. The Mountain twins headed towards the tavern, and the Leaf-Kin disappeared into the crowd of travelers wandering through the market.

Paladras had heard the whispers of Diaphasia as soon as they had entered the Anidir forests. He decided to go read the signs, to see what Diaphasia was warning him about.

Opening his eyes, he touches the third finger of his right hand to his temple and invokes his draconic blood.

The breeze carried the scents of the town. Any concentration of kalar smelled like raw meat, stone, and metal. The breeze shifted to come from the north. That's when he smelled it. Ancient dust and the many-legs. Paladras briefly remembered the stories his brood mother had told he and his siblings. His clan had rooted out and eradicated a nest of many-legs while he was still playing with his own egg shards in his clan home.Scanning the horizon to the northeast he saw an intermittent flickering highlighting a mountain far in the distance. Paladras stretched out with all his hereditary senses. Draconic blood affords those that posses it an affinity to their native environment. Paladras had been blooded in the forests of his homeland. He felt, more than saw that the flickering was the presence of evil finally releasing it's hold on the mountain. The many-legs had been vanquished years before, but the evil they tried to invoke clung to the mountain.
Surely Diaphasia wasn't trying to warn him about a long dead nest. So what was it?

Paladras tucked his wings under his robes, then pulled his hood up. Hissing the incantation for unobtrusive presence, he headed back towards the tavern to talk to the Mountain twins. Misssy was a child of the World spirit, she might see something he could not.

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The Forest kin visibly paled when Paladras appeared next to him. "Alright Fangface, you are going to teach me that one day."
Paladras popped a few pimka fruit in his mouth and hissed out some laughter. "Kasssz, I  told you. Ssorsscery   is   easy   for   Wyrmkin. Dragons are made of magic."
Paladras turned and started hissing in low tones with one of the Half elf sisters.

"Mizzy, there is an air of unrest in the forest, when you are able to spare a moment, please accompany me so that we might narrow down the cause."

 "That can't be a good thing. Should we go get Ian?"

 

The next incarnation of the Dragon Orbs Prophecy

After watching Matt Colville's video on Oracles, Viisons, and Prophecies (this one) 

I followed an idea...

 

The First is hidden in secret possession

‘Til the Mantle of Grey Lord goes unclaimed.

When the first is found, the way is known

The way is war of wing and claw.

 

Shamans’ vision and Chieftains’ scar

Drives the Dragon tribes to war.

In a tomb of salt, for breath it yearns

The second is found when the White Heart burns.

 

Should two be found and six remain

Cast a watchful eye to the Longshadow range.

 

A vendetta from Crellos slays the King of the Dragon Rivers

For the Guild Masters of Crellos covet the Five consorts throne.

To the throne goes the stone.

The Orb of the Queen.

 

Five yet veiled from the three thus found

The Cult of many eyes knows the path to Orgox

Tho none can pass the ravenous maw of Oc

The Starstone is his, a Deaths Head orb

 

Four revealed, Heralds muster

We begin to feel the thrum of war

 

With alacritous assault under swift darkness,

Draconis Nox Diabolous has returned to Potarum Castle

When the long forgotten incantation is spoken once again

The  Orb of Night in unveiled.

 

Five in the world turns heartbeats to drumbeats

 

From the land of Shadow comes Draconis Carthax Umbra

To drive the elves from the Tower of Qet

From beneath the stones of Qet

The Orb of Orochi rises at Moon set

 

 

When Six there are, and the threat is grave

Ancient scales gather in conclave

 

From below the Fortress of Keruhl

Emerges Apsis Conjux Draconis

To  encompass the Dwarven Doom

The Orb of Cerulean Depths has slept

Waiting to collect on a draconic debt

 

The fate of kings

The path of stars

Gathered as spoils

The Eighth resides where as Chorus they sing.

 

 

The Atlantis working document

 After reading through Mystic Odysseys of Theros, I excavated and old project. Creating  a setting for the Atlantean world. When I start something new part of the process is to outline my thoughts to give me a direction. This is that document.

 Atlantis working document

 

Plato tells us that the Atlantis he is talking about existed some 9000 years before he tells the story. If I start from there, then Atlantis existed at the end of the last ice age. (it's at this point you should look up "Last Glacial maximum") As Atlantis was supposed to be a society more advanced than than the Egyptians or Ancient Greeks, that means the denizens of Atlantis had to have evolved before us standard average humans. The Atlantians, The First ones, Proto-Sapiens. Living in a rather savage and untamed world, they would have been more hardy and robust than normal humans. Atlantians are stronger, taller, heal faster, and live longer naturally. They would have been living in a world shaped by them long before the lesser sapiens gathered together in hunting groups for safety. 

 

We have now established the premise upon which we shall flesh out the legend.

 

The Island: Placed somewhere beyond the Pillars of Hercules in the Atlantic ocean. We could take Plato's description literally, but this for fantasy, so we can take a few liberties with some of the details. Applying a small fraction of logic, mixed with a gratuitous amount of pop culture and historical speculation we will put Atlantis in place that gives us a reasonable explanation as to how an entire island could be swallowed by the sea. This location is right on top of intersection of 3 tectonic plates. Go look at the Azores in Google maps, switch to satellite view and look around the ocean floor around there. If Atlantis is going be anywhere, I would put it there.

 

The North American Plate, Eurasian Plate, and the African Plate form an island. This island is not meant to last, the island formed on top of a massive magma chamber. The island is naturally warmed by the geothermal properties of sitting on a few billion tons of molten rock. The island would have an abundance of life that would take advantage of the utopia like conditions. We now have an island approximately the size of half of Australia. Sitting just outside the Pillars of Hercules, just like Plato said.

 

The World: Atlantis existed (according to legend) some 12,000 - 15,000 years ago. That is a very long time. Very very long. The world would be unrecognizable from what it looks like today. Sea levels would be drastically lower. Many of the straights and natural channels would be high and dry. Most of the water being still frozen as ice age glaciers.

First, the catastrophe that wiped out Atlantis (in my version) happens when the magma chamber collapses and the cavity swallows Atlantis whole. If we are to blame the Earth's crust for the destruction of Atlantis, why not throw a few more major incidents to liven things up. The tectonic plate boundary between the Eurasian and African plates, runs the length of Mediterranean. So, when Atlantis gets swallowed, we can reasonably assume that the tectonic plates would have to adjust. That adjustment is what caused the library at Alexandria to slide into the sea, it caused the volcano at Santorini to blow, and take out most of the Minoan civilization. It caused the boot of Italy to go from a platform heel down to the stiletto spike it is today. The adjustment finished off the Atlantean civilization. The Sahara desert would have still been green grassland. Glacial ice would still be covering much of north america and northern europe. 12,000 years ago, smilodons (saber tooth tigers), woolly mammoths, and dodo birds would still be around. There are some monsters bases to work from there. The British isles would have been the British island (it sits right next to a major fault line too) 

 

The cities of the Atlantean empire: If we go by Plato's description of Atlantis, there are the Rings of Poseidon surrounding the Temple of Poseidon. Go do an image search for the City of Carthage. Carthage was supposed to have a circular dock, very reminiscent of the Rings of Poseidon. The walls were said to be formidable, built up defenses that took many years to complete. I'm thinking it started as an Atlantean colony. Minoa might have been another colony. The Atlanteans would have put cities where it made the most sense to support their trading and conquests. Istanbul (was Constantinople) would have been a colony. From what I've learned of the city of Troy, it could be a colony.