The Story of the Moon Shawl!

The gentle light of a single candle dances as it fills the room, its light reflecting off the green scales of the lizard man sitting before it. With gentle yet sure strokes he takes a large quill and writes something in a large tome sitting before him. He looks up silver light sparkling off the small glasses resting on his snout, as their silver frames capture the candle light.

"Are you readies lady? The inks is set and I awaits your history."

Smiling sweetly at the lizard man a woman in her early thirties steps out of the shadows. Her waist length hair flowing behind her like a cloak.

"I've yet to figure out why you are so keen about collecting the history of the guild members Fal."

"Records, history, whatevers you wants to calls it, tis somethings guilds not have and guild need."

Sighing she steps up to the desk and idly dips her finger in the small bottle of ink, "But you know my history."

"I know you history from my eyes nots yours. The records be much more correct ifs yous told mes yours history yourself."

Sighing once more she stands up and walks to the single window and glances out it.

"Very well then Fal."

"My Past is more a mystery to me than I care to admit. I can remember very few things of my youth and the few I do remember are mostly things I don't care to speak of."

Smiling the lizard man dips his quill in the ink and begins to write. "Oh yeses remembers, tells as ifs I'ms nots mes but someone else listening."

"I was born on a small island, hidden by magic to the outer world. The people of the island, where mostly elves and a few humans, that somehow found their way to the island. Some by magic others brought by the sea. My father was one of these humans and my mother a simple priests daughter. As sad as it sounds I really don't remember much about them. I know it was my father who taught me how to use a bow, and my mother was the one that taught me the history of the island and the people living there."

"Well sometime around my tenth year, a slave ship heading for Tranos fell prey to the cold waters outside of the island. Only three survivors where found two orcs I believe and a I guess you could say a lizard man toddler. The orcs where put to quick death since they where believed, to be two of the slavers. The little lizard however somehow fell into the care of my mother. At first I was rather scared of the thing my mother named Falithon. He was a rather smart creature he caught on to reading and writing quite quick however his mastery of speaking left something to be desired. As time went I learned not to fear the foreign creature, but to love it like a brother."


"Upon the first full moon of my fifteenth year I was brought before the Tri-Tearia, the ruling council of my people. This is the one night of my life I can remember vividly, it was the night I would receive the kiss of the moon, the most sacred marking given to all the females of my people. I was brought to a small grassy summit where the Tri-Tearia awaited in ceremonial circle, their white robes shimmering under the moonlight. I was then ushered into the center of the circle. All I could think of at the time was how nervous I was. Then like a ghost in the mists of the night one of the Tri-Tearia broke from the circle and came before me. With a reassuring smile she unpacked a vial of glowing liquid and poured it over my head. The cold liquid slowly worked its way down my face, until it dripped of onto my shoulders, each drop sending a shiver through my spine. Then the ritual began, the Tri-Tearia in sorrowful, yet melodious voices began singing to the moon. I don't know how much timed passed, a few minutes and hour, all I know is that is seemed like an eternity. As suddenly as it started, the singing stopped and the Tri-Tearia vanished. Left in its wake however was a small ball of light, that bobbed up and down and circled me. It then stopped inches from my face. Startled by its sudden stop I almost fell backwards but some unknown force seemed to hold me up. Minutes passed and nothing happened, then with an new life the ball shimmered until it became a azure blue. As suddenly as the Tri-Tearia had vanished, the ball of light exploded into a multitude of colors that lit up the summit I stood on. It was during these brief seconds that I felt a gentle brush on my left cheek. What occurred next is hard to say, the last thing I remember is touching my face and finding the crescent moon mark I wear to this day, and the Tri-Tearia stand around me."

"Regretfully the next events that occurred during my life where the loss of my father and the passing of my remorseful mother unto the moon."

"At the age of seventeen I left the island of my birth, with my lizard man companion. Was the second day of weeping skies when we arrived off the north coast of Tranos. Well just arriving in this foreign land we had no clue where to start. Fortunately we ran into a kind group of merchants heading to Frostfall, who let us join there caravan if we agreed to go with them as an escort. Being youthful and naive we agreed. I don't know if it was because we thought we where with such a large group or because we really did not believe creatures would attack these kind people, after all we came from a island sheltered from the outside world. Two miles south of Frostfall the caravan was attacked by ogre raiders. At first I did not know what to do I had never been in a battle, in fact I had never used my bow to hurt another living thing. Then it happened, the first realization that this world was not like my homeland. Weapon less one of the merchants was fleeing when one of the ogres came up from behind him and brought it club down on the mans head. The fires inside of me snapped and the marking upon my face began to glow. Before the merchant ever hit the ground I had placed and arrow in the heart of the ogre that murdered him."

"Victorious in the raid, but badly beaten, we arrived in Frostfall that eve. The next year of my life I spent in the cold walls of Frostfall where I began to learn more of this land I had come too. Then one day I met wandering monk of the brotherhood. At first I thought the man was a pain loving fool, like one of Kyria's followers that I often spoke with, in the taverns of Frostfall.. But for some reason I could not get what he told me of his guild out of my head."

"Eventually I gave in and headed off to find out more about this Brotherhood. When I reached the dark gates of the guild I was greeted by a woman dressed in a dark red robe, and a strange blade of the like I had never seen strapped to her side. After two weeks and five meetings with this lady I agreed to join the guild, and naturally still following me around like a puppy Falithon agreed to also, but after he returned from the fair city of Woodtop. A visit that would take him five years. Left alone I soon began my training as a unwashed of the brotherhood. Hot coals, spiked beds, pits of snakes, these where just a few of the things I came to master and soon I moved on to the next rank of the guild. Within months I began to move through the ranks a steady rate, but for some reason I was still missing something. During this time I met my love Dandy who too this day I cherish with all my heart.

"That something eventually came in the form of a dream. Within a week of this dream I would become a follower of Deliena, lady of dreams and prophecy. At first my studies in the brotherhood kept me from being a studious member. Then one day I began to study the teachings of the priests and soon came to realize with a few other members of the temple that there was no teachings on the darker dreams that people fear. So we confronted our lady with this issue and where given the task of being the first to research the dreams of fear. Well years passed and I soon grew tired of nightmares and converted back to the path of dreams. Eventually rising to priesthood. However for some reason my study of nightmares kept coming back to me as a priest. Well by this time all those that had followed nightmares has left the temple or converted back to dreams. Then the time came when a raven of blackest night joined the temple, and started the temple in the path of nightmares once again. I do not know if it was due to my knowledge of them or some other factor, but I was asked by my lady to be the first priest of nightmares in the temple. I gladly accepted. It was following this time that the temple grew immensely, But all good things must come to and end and the temple fell into chaos with the announcement of the new arch priests and political hatred fueled the blood of the temples members. I am regretful to say that I was one of these and learning of the sorrow I caused my temple, I left, like a fading dream."

"And looking for a new beginning, I moved on to the temple of thought, which brings me to the present."

Looking up at the woman the lizard man smiles appraisingly, "See thats wasn't so bad."

Giving the lizard man a playful wink the woman walks back over to the desk "Maybe in your eyes but not mine."

Muttering the lizard man opens a drawer and pulls out a small piece of sugarcane and bites into it, filling the small room with a nerve wracking crunch.

"Do you ever stop eating?"

Grinning sheepishly the lizard man sets the sugarcane down next to the tome "Er noes."

Sighing the woman starts to descend down the stairs leading into room "Sweet dreams Falithon."

Setting his quill down and rising from the wooden chair he sat in Falithon checks the ink to make sure it is dry, then closes the large tome before him. "And to you lady Shawl, and to you." With that said he blows out the dying candle, sending the room into complete darkness.

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