[This article was originally presented in the October 17, 1996 Issue of the Dragon Fire Chronicles, entitled "The History of the Shack" by Ragarn Lazlo.]
Today, let me tell you about an old Shack that sits to the Northeast of the Town Square. It is easy to find. Simply go to the Spur's Town Square, and head Northeast untill you find a tunnel. Going through this tunnel, you will see the rotting remains of one of the first buildings ever to be built in the Spur. If you search around a bit here, you may find a trapdoor. This trapdoor leads down into the cellar of the shack. Amazingly, after all these years, the cellar has not yet fallen in on itself.
This shack was built when the Town Square was
just a meeting between two roads. There was no mighty city
sprawling in all directions, as there is now. This land was
all part of the Rijjom nation, covered by grassy plains.
Slowly though, as civilized races moved in, a city began to
form. Not the beautiful city that you see now, but a city of
ramshackle huts and hovels.
Many different races came to this place,
hoping to find their fortunes. Their were Pentathians,
Frontacians, Dragons, and all the others. There was also a
small family of Psycians. This was in the days before great
war when the Frontacians obliterated the Psycian homeland
with their swift and terrible magicks.
These Psycians had built there home and now
provided a valuable service to the many new comers to the
Spur. They would, for a price, enable newly arrived citizens
to contact there loved ones which they had left behind.
Charging a reasonable rate, the Psycians slowly began to
settle into their new home.
The Psycian family would perhaps have lived
happily, and gone on to contribute much to the building of
the Spur, if it wasn't for the hatred of the Frontacians.
For, on that bloody day, when Frontacians used there mighty
Magicks to obliterate the Psycian homeland, assasins were
dispatched to slay any Psycians they could find. One such
group of Frontacians were sent to the newly formed Spur.
These blackhearted killers snuck into the Psycian's home and
murderd the entire family. Eight souls perished that night in
addition to the millions elsewhere. The Frontacians killed
everyone from the Elderly Grandfather, to the newly born 7
month old child. Mother, Father, brothers and sisters all
died that night.
The next day, the people of the new Spur
found out about the bloody nights work. The Frontacians had
planned well though. For several months they had been
spreading rumors and lies about the Psycians. Thus, when the
people found out what had happened, few were ready to
denounce the Frontacians. Even fewer were ready to speak out
once they learned that such things could also happen to them
and their famillies.
Due to the peoples fear then, and the
Frontacians hatred, the bodies of the Psycian family were
never laid to rest. The Frontacians left the shack standing,
a grisly reminder to all those who saw it. Slowly the Spur
built itself up, extending out in all directions...except one.
No pathway was ever built past that shack. No other building
was ever errected on that piece of land.
Years later, when the Psycians finally
returned, they sensed the evil that had been wrought in this
place. They knew, through there own specialized psychic
abilities, what had happened here. Thus, when they formed
their own guild, they built it in remembrance near the shack,
and not in the Guild Square where tradition demanded it be.
And still it stands. The old Shack, abandoned by all. Its cellar now serves as a holding place for some of the thieves guild ill-gotten loot. The thieves who travel there must beware though, for it is haunted still by the skeletons of that first family of Psycians. Victims of a hatred which they could never understand.