"Volume 2, Issue 4" ...
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Editor's Note: We are back for another issue of the
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We have a new columnist and a shift in editor positions for
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Table of Contents
Your News Quickly
Standing Up With Methoss
The Ghost and the City
The Path of the Unknown
10 Things To Do In Spur For 50 Gold Or Less
Heard About Town
Cethalia and the Arachnian
Your News Quickly
by Davide Orestaia
Commerce and People
Two separate factions have been trying their hand at helping
the Poor Quarter. At one side, Stanrar and his party are trying
help the poor from the top down and remove them from their
harsh conditions. They are trying to change the surrounding
conditions as well as improve the health of the people
themselves. Changeman, the leader of the other relief group, has
made it blatantly obvious that Poor Quarter doesn’t need to be
changed, and is taking more of a bottom up strategy. He focuses
on the people themselves, and getting them to become stable in
Temple uproar has risen since the arrival of a new
Arachnian member to the temple Sa, Silkyn Poisonsilk. Upon
interviewing her, Silkyn has strongly stood by her decision to
support magick and be empathetic to other races. Although she
has come into much conflict with other temples and races, many
members of the temple Sa, including its regent, stand by Silkyn
and believe she is a fine addition to the temple. The Regent of
Sa, Noffbrau, was quoted to say "I just wish everyone could
leave her be, and let her live her life as she wishes," he continues
"She does nothing to harm others, but yet others persist on
attacking, like they are doing it out of boredom, they need to find
something else better to do with their time."
On another note, during the Peddle of the Pantheon, held by
merchant Tir, a ghostly Frontacian visited the crowd. Uneasy
and grasping his sword, the ghostly man spoke an unknown
language, that was later identified as an ancient Frontacian
tongue. Left in a haze of mystery, the Peddle continued. The
ghost revisited Spurians in the square just days later, speaking the
same language and causing even more confusion. No one is sure
about his origins or agenda, but he has visited Spur for a reason.
Recently, many Spurians have come under attack by
different sorts of unidentifiable creatures. These include Ice imps,
fire hounds, and large swarms of Cicadas. The Ice imps, of
unknown origin, claimed to be searching for a “silver sphere” and
would kill until they got it. They just recently attacked within
Town Square. Fortunately, there were few casualties. The fire
hounds, according to eye witnesses, were a creation of the mage,
Vesenil. They began to slaughter secians and innocent citizens in
the Dark Forest, one day after the imp attack. Just a few days
after that, a large green cloud filled the air. This cloud was a
swarm of cicadas attacking Spurians, yet again, in the square.
Standing Up With Methoss
Reported by Maren Vonalte
I met earlier this week with Advocate of Entropy Methoss
Temper of Sa. He had read the interview that the SFP reporter
Lewelin had conducted with Regent Noffbrau Trenkill in the last
issue and decided to contact me so he can express his views.
We met at my office to discuss what was on his mind. He
wanted the general populace to know and understand what was
going on with the Saian temple. Methoss looked tired and wary,
holding his walking stick tightly. Off the bat, I asked if Noffbrau
was voted in Regent by a majority, and if so, then why were
people so upset?
"Noffbrau did indeed receive the majority of votes. I
counted them myself," Methoss says. "However many people are
upset because those that elected Noffbrau were mainly younger
Saians, newly arrived in the city, or those that had not show
much interest in the temple before. It has led to quite a bit of
conflict within our ranks I'm afraid."
I asked him if it was possible to have another vote. "I dont
know if there is any precedent to, uh, impeaching a Regent. In
any case, I doubt another vote would settle our problems..."
Methoss explains. "I was against choosing a Regent from the
start because there is currently no suitable candidate to lead our
temple, myself included."
"I've also been working to, uh, limit the influence of the
Regent. Althought it pains me to have to do so, I've felt this is
the best way to try and preserve the temple," Methoss says. I
asked him how he planned to do that and he said, "Well, as you
probably know Advocate Renalk disappeared from Emjedah not
too long ago, leaving the temple there without guidance. Emjedah
is an important Saian stronghold, and it needs suitable
representation in the temple there."
Before he left for Emjedah, Methoss explained he made an
agreement with the Regent of Spur. "Well, the temple in Emjedah
is part of the Spurian Regency, much like the one in Treehaven
used to be before the schism," he says. "I felt that due to current
differences within the Saian temple, and much of the displeasure
is centered around the city of Emjedah, I feared another schism
might take place if things were not settled."
"I spoke with the Regent and we agreed that while the
temple in Emjedah would remain part of the Spurian Regency
and aknowledge him as Regent, that we would be allowed to
choose how to run our temple ourselves. So in actuality, for all
intents and purposes the temple there is, for now, a separate
Concerning Noffbrau's political views, Methoss had to say
this: I believe Noffbrau means well, he doesnt seek to intentionaly
harm the temple. Unfortunately his actions are often impulsive,
and he has a tendency not to think things through carefuly. He
can get away with these traits as an individual, barely, but in the
leader of a powerful temple like ours I believe it will be
Concerning his goal for the Saian temple in Emjedah, his
words were: I just hope to be able to help those Saians
understand what it really means to serve Sa. Incredibly enough, I
believe this will actualy be an arduous task. In the most simple
terms, serving Sa means complete and utter devotion to magick.
But of course that hardly helps, because there are infinite ways
one can devote themselves to magick. This is one of the great
strengths of the Saian temple.
"Ultimately, a Saian must seek to protect, and to improve
our understand of Sa's gift to us. Understanding the nuances of
the runes, and using that understanding to show others the power
and glory of magick."
Methoss' final words in the interview was this. "I just hope
that all Saians take this time of, and I hesistate to use the word
crisis, to renew their faith in Sa himself. While those of us who
are merely mortal struggle with each other, Sa himself remains a
pillar for us to support ourselves on."
The Ghost and the City
by a Reporting Citizen
Most people in Spur realize that a ghost of the Frontacian
has appeared to a few of the citizens of Spur and even a few of
Emjedah, however it is shocking how few seem to really care.
The apathy of Spurian citizens is sometimes appalling. When
questioned, one citizen gave this response, "Stuff like this
happens in Spur all the time and the city have always gotten by.
After being saved from 'mortal peril' a few times over, you just
get used it." While another citizen had this to say, "One threat
gone, and another one comes up. Why should we even bother
anymore? What's going to happen this time is the whole world
going to end!?... again?" She then covered her hand and left out
a mock yawn.
It seems though that a few citizens have taken an interest in
the recent ghostly phenomena. One citizen in particular, the
"Regent" of Sa, Noffbrau, is convinced that the ghost is after a
ring that he purchased from the Merchant Tir. Apparently, the
ghost came and interrupted one of the Merchant Tir's peddles
while the "Regent" was bidding on this ring of his. That alone
seems to be the sole reason for why he is convinced that the
ghost is after him. Most citizens laugh at this, but then again,
people laughing at this particular Hithual's logic is not all that
uncommon in its own right. In truth, it seems the Frontacian
specter and its master have it in for our lovely lead editor, the
Beset by fiends and imps of an icy sort, Maren has managed
to escape the death of the "creature" that controls these beasts.
There is a rumor going around that such beasts were also seen in
the Frontacian city of Emjedah. Recently, a strange icy mist not
unlike the one that was present for the ghost's appearance at the
Imports House Fantastico rolled into the Town Square. The mist
was quickly followed by ice fiends who stormed the Town
Square of our apathetic city, first striking the Anthian Nalu. They
were quickly defeated, but now our lead editor is hearing voices
in her head. It seems that this new foe of ours has taken up the
Wyvern palette as he intends to drain the blood and marrow
from Maren's bones, or so says the voices in Maren's head. This
reporter cannot confirm the validity of this. Perhaps it is best that
she seeks medical attention from a Psycian heart cleric. I'm sure
Malthus would look into it for her.
Best wishes goes out to the editor, even if more than half the
city won't care.
The Path of the Unknown
By Scruple Tamarind
There is an eternal mistiness on the path to the Shrine of the
those of us not of the faith it is foggy indeed, fraught with mystery
offering few clues to the hearts and minds of the followers - nay,
of the god Unknown. With the kind help of several of those who
Him, I attempted to see through their eyes for a brief time and
see beyond the
veil of mystery surrounding the god we call Unknown.
The Shrine of Unknown near Spur might at first be mistaken
for an Elindalian
shrine. Enormous trees tower all around, swirling mist below.
And indeed, both
faiths concern themselves with the preservation of balance. The
of the shrine are simple and utilitarian, with the exception of a
mural depicting an enormous tiger, a misty pillar containing some
and the coral altar.
The followers of Unknown share a confidence, a tranquility,
a palpable sense
of self-awareness that I came to envy as I spoke to them. A
despite the mystery shrouding Him, Unknown has many devotees
from a wide range
backgrounds. All those I spoke to, Human to San to Oog-ra,
spoke in imagery of
walking on a Path with Unknown. To call them "followers" is not
none of those I spoke to could offer a better term. They are
they "walk beside" Unknown, they do not follow. In all aspects,
from how they
come to Unknown to how they live their lives, it seems self-
intuition guide them. They are not led, coerced, or commanded.
Many of Unknown were not raised in the religion, but came
to Him later. They
describe a calling, or an inevitability. "I think that those destined
follow Unknown are destined from birth, regardless of the paths
they may take to
get there or realized their destiny - it is there," Archon Kagee told
asked about her own journey to Unknown, she replied, "I looked
myself, and realized that after all the things I had been through,
leading me back to where I belonged. Some people find Him
right away, some of us
are a bit stubborn." I was astonished to hear that the temple of
not seek to recruit or convert others. "When Unknown is one's
path, they find
it themselves," the Archon said. As Corea put it, "Pursuasion
negates the true
balance." Pai told me One's path may not lead to Unknown, but
so long as one
follows their path, Unknown is pleased. To have them do
otherwise would upset
"Balance" is another word heard over and over again in any
Unknown. It may be that all the energy they save by not
recruiting is being
into vigilance of the Balance. It is a complex topic. There is the
within an individual, the balance of nature, the balance of the
Pantheon and the
balance of the Universe. Corae explained, "All things in life need
for every evil there is a good. For every life there is death, and
All things in nature and the universe are correct when there is
This is a common theme: No good without evil, no light without
without chaos. As Cieran said, "All gods are valid. We are
perhaps the only
faith in Aradath who embrace Taath as well as Odarous. One
cannot be without
the other." Balance may be within one's self, knowing one's true
path, or it may
happen in small ways every day in words and actions. Most
dramatically, in a
crisis great exertions may be required to restore Balance. Stanrar
the most part the balance of the universe maintains itself, at times
aid. But if one tends not to see things in a balanced sense of
sides, they miss part of the picture." This touches on another
tenet of the
Unknown, that of knowledge. Growth and knowledge allows
one to see more of the
and allows one to judge before acting - or not acting - in
balance. The Human cleric Pai strives for non-interference and
everything finding it's own true nature. "It is not balance to
remove the fangs
a snake. A snake must be a snake."
Other than the mists and fogs surrounding the temple, it is
rare to see a
physical manifestation of Unknown. One example is a phantasmal
tiger that has
been seen around town. Also, Munger the Oog-ra had his
shackles removed by a
mist-like being which he followed, thinking to play with it, to the
Munger's understanding of Unknown, like that of his brethren, is
of someone to
beside on a path. He spoke of the kindness of his templemates
and how he was
welcomed immediately. Perhaps it has to do with their faith that
those come who
are meant to come, and that what happens is part of a larger
They do not evangelize, they do not preach. They were gracious
in speaking to me
but at no time tried to pursuade me that their faith was the best
gives them a compelling air of being at peace with themselves.
Cieran summed it
up thus: "There are all things... in the center lives my god."
10 Things To Do In Spur For 50 Gold Or Less
by Miss Sapphire
Tired of just hunting or sitting in a room by yourself and
staring at your sword all the time? Fear not! My article is just for
you, especially for those of you who are run down on their luck
and don't have much gold to begin with. Shall we begin?
10. Mooch off Kraggon
This Odarian Lord of Spur loves entertainment and women
of all races (this includes you, Condie!), and with a semi-loaded
bank account and a fountain of neverending ale, he can take you
and five others out on a night on the town. Just bat your eyes at
this Hithual when he makes his daily appearance in the square,
mention ale, and he will do the rest.
9. Othello Museum
A barely used building, the Othello Museum houses many
historical artifacts. There are also many paintings and murals with
vivid colors that tell the events of Spur's past, for those that are
8. Bard's Guild
When you have some time and you do not know what to
do, going to the Bard's Guild can help. There are apprentices of
all shapes and sizes practicing their songs, instruments, and lore
telling. While it may be noise most of the time, listen a little closer
and perhaps you will find a gem or two. If you see Anyah the
Human, bardess extraordinare, ask her for a song or two. There
is also the stairway to the heavens crafted by Onral Pilfon the
Drag-al, who wanted to build a staircase so high, when he played
on his silver flute, the gods themselves could hear him.
Unfortunately, that was a bust and he died in a tragic accident
because of it.
7. Flea Market in Poor Quarter
A place of bargains and thrills await you at the flea market
of Poor Quarter. Most of the wares at the flea market is pretty
low grade in terms of quality, but the prices are relatively cheap
and you can gain some exercise as you run away from thugs
threatening to steal your coins. Don't forget to feed the wandering
6. Spurian Bazaar
Shopping, everyone needs and most people love to do it.
The bazaar is an upgraded form of the flea market with slightly
better quality wares. From shoes to clerical supplies to even a
locksmith, the bazaar has what you need and for cheap.
5. Gladiator Arena
For some high time action and to get the blood going, there
is always the gladiator arena east of the square. The entrance fee
to participate isn't that high and, depending on which fight you
decide to fight in, not that difficult. There is even a store there to
purchase items to remember your experience.
4. Gilded Lion Inn
Home of the many cottages suited for your pleasure, the
Gilded Lion Inn is an exquisite place suited for your needs. Not
only are there cottages, but there is a dining hall and pools to
3. Rose Eternal Tavern
A long standing landmark and a tradition for those who
want to get sloshed and have a good time, the Rose Eternal
Tavern, or the Rose as most refer to it, is the place to go. The
Rose is usually crowded with regulars, mostly Drag-als, with
subpar but very cheap ale and food. However, this never bothers
the customers, just as long as they can get drunk and watch the
shows that are performed on the small stage. An if you examine
the room closely enough, you can find old vomit piles, wooden
barstools and chairs, and much more.
The AGC, or A Gentleman's Club as some like to refer to
it, is another tradition and long standing landmark of Spur. Inside
this illustrious building, your dreams and fantasies can come true,
provided you have the coin. While most of what can occur there
is pretty pricey, you can still enjoy the rich atmosphere and talk
with the ladies in private rooms for only 50 gold. And that, my
friends, is a bargain.
And the moment you've been waiting for, the number one
pick for anyone to do in the city of Spur for 50 gold or less is...
1. Town Square Center
From invasions to demonic creatures to weird little Flerians
with prophecies, Town Square Center is the place to be for
some fun and excitement in your life. You can talk to random
strangers or participate in the hourly fights (though warning with
the latter, there will be consequences to what side you chose), or
just stand there like a bum. It is all up to you, and most
importantly, it is all free!
Heard Around Town
by Miss Sapphire
This column is just the place to find interesting and funny
comments spoken by those who walk through the Spur
everyday. If you hear any funny comments, please send them to
my scribe SFPSapphire@hotmail.com, and thank you to all
those who donated quotes.
Slade says, "Basically, this is our time to run around
mischievous and have a grand time doing it."
- Slade the Psycian. May he rest in peace.
Broyce exclaims, "sold to Luna, finally, so she and Mao can
share a nice nights rest!"
- Broyce the Anthian
Moss says to Caylith, "hello, I'm Sytrick's little flame dancing
- Moss the Flerian and Caylith the Drake
Weldoian exclaims, "Use those infamous outlaw assassin
- Weldoian the Secian
Mason says to Scruple, "you are gonna be plastered"
Anyah says to Mason, "She probably already is."
Scruple exclaims to Anyah, "How would you know!?"
- Mason the Secian, Scruple the Drag-al, Anyah the Human
Jurax says to Callik, "I'm a law abiding citizen"
- Jurax the Penthanian and Callik the Fir Elf
Smite says to the pink potbelly pig, "yuz gahd no biznez
mezin wit dem fokez"
Smite asks the pink potbelly pig, "Yuz ebur wunner wy
demz feedz yuz?"
- Smite the Oog-ra and Hamlet the pink potbelly big
Gruddy says to Noffbrau, "Sir, I do not want any part of me
to look like you. No offense, but you are rather unattractive."
- Gruddy the Flerian and Noffbrau the Hithual
Oake says, "A giggling gaggle of geese goggled gagging
gangs of Gobbies."
- Oake the Secian
Depravato'a says to Vartac, "we shall not now, nor ever
speak of my ever being younger than i am"
- Depravato'a the Dragon and Vartac the Secian
Shleegulz asks Firebreath, "how jhoo keep jhur nail polish
frum ghettin skufft when jhoo iz clawin stuff?"
- Shleegulz the Go-blin-al and Firebreath the Drake
Noffbrau says to Voskresenieye, "dunt wanna get to close to
ye, ye might start dreaming of a kiss frum meh"
- Noffbrau the Hithual and Voskresenieye the GOLDE
Kalessin says to Callik, "I am considering instituting a new
policy called "If you hit me with it I take it away.""
- Kalessin the Drake and Callik the Fir Elf
Osire says to Anyah, "dont need to last long to make a chiid"
Maren says to Osire, "Oh...the things I could say to that."
Bethany says to Osire, "Maybe you're doing something
- Osire the Hithual, Anyah the Human, Maren the Usil Elf,
and Bethany the Psycian
Soyam says, "I swear, if there was a god of Insanity, he'd be
worshipped by everyone here...."
Soyam exclaims, "...Maybe that explains Unknown!"
- Soyam the Human
Methoss says to Xaphania, "Hes right you know. If you
want to use glasses to scare off the Usils, you have to put it on
them. When they see you clearly, they'll beat a hasty retreat."
- Methoss the Drag-al and Xaphania the San Elf
Tahj says, "can't be in the air with secians, I don't trust em"
Tahj says, "they fly like maniacs"
- Tahj the Psycian
Melraath says to Cleric, "Be thankful that Tchori doesn't love
you anymore... Having his respect is kind of like having the
sexual love of an Oog-ra. Dirty, smelly and definately painful."
- Melraath the Leuian and Cleric the Leuian
Mister asks Condie, "Wuza boosh?"
Condie asks Mister, "yoo aint nebuh shek boosh?"
Grimn says to Mister, "daz wer joo go in de boosh, den
- Mister the Go-blin-al, Condie the Go-blin-al, and Grimn
Translated by Davide Orestaia
In a quiet Mountain Village, a young Usil named
Raenard awoke for another peaceful day of study. His whole
life, Raenard had achieved greatness. Still a young elf, he had
accomplished many forms of art, literature, and was quite the
thespian. Yet there was one obstacle that Raenard had not
overcome, and that was his heart. Ever since he was able to
open his eyes, Raenard had loved Ledara. Ledara was another
young Usil, around his age, who was very beautiful and
intelligent. When they first met, they were instantly drawn
together. This attraction grew into a strong friendship. Raenard
was still in love with Ledara, but was confused on what to do.
He knew what his heart felt, but his mind was lost.
This morning was different. He was ready to peruse
his dream, which was to confront Ledara about his feelings.
Every morning, Ledara spent about an hour in the local library to
entertain herself with a few books. Confident and proud,
Raenard headed to the library to find his love. He entered the
engraved wooden doors, passed through the gilded archway,
and there she was. Huddled over a book on rune spells, her
auburn hair flowed down her cheek, setting Raenard’s heart
aflame. As he approached Ledara, Raenard started to think.
His heart beat wildly, and his breath began to shorten. Face to
face with Ledara, he froze. His mouth was open, yet no words
came out. Ledara asked “Are you alright?” Pale faced and
speechless, Raenard turned and ran out the door.
Why had could he not speak? He was her best
friend, and yet, he had never behaved like that before. Raenard
went with his first instinct ,and he began to read. He locked
himself inside of his room and read everything from books on the
female anatomy, to books on marriage. For months he avoided
Ledara, too afraid to repeat his previous “encounter.” He knew
nothing of the continuous outside world, other than his books
Finally, after reading everything he could on the subject, he
emerged from his room. He had a new look of confidence, and
a big smile on his face.
One more time, he was ready to approach Ledara.
He headed for the same library, early in the moring. He entered
the engraved wooden door, through the archway, and turned to
see his love. He did see his love, but there was something
different. She wasn’t alone. Sitting next to her was one of the
other male Usils from the village. When he approached the
couple, this time, he felt a strange feeling once again. This time,
that was a feeling of anger and fear. He was standing in front of
Ledara said “Oh, there you are! I have been looking
for you for ages. I want you to meet my fiancee.” With a look
of horror on his face, Raenard glanced down at Ledara, and saw
a ring on her left finger. It was true, he had lost her.
And yes, there is a moral to the story (of course,
there always is). For those of you who are afraid of love or
anything for that matter, do not run away from your problems.
Running can only cause more damage or for you to lose someone
dear. Face your fears head on, for that is the only way to
Cethalia and the Arachnian
by Twilight Flutal
In a time very near after the releasing of the Unmagick, when
Dracos were new and Secians were still just learning what it
meant to be Secian, there lived a young dragon named Cethalial.
Cethalial was a homely draco. Though she had a good heart,
strong body and a wise spirit for her age, she was as ugly and
disfigured as a young dragon can be. When she was of the right
age, she left the protective comfort of her home to find her own
way in the world and her heart was full of hope for finding a
chosen of her own. But alas, none were to be found for poor
Cethalial. For Secians in those days were very new to the world
and their relationship with dragon kind newer still, and in the
vanity that oft is associated with youth and inexperience, Secians
of those times all wished to be bonded with the best and most
beautiful dragons they could.
Twas not that the Secians were cruel to young Cethalial.
Nay, not at all. For everywhere she looked Cethalial found kind
and loving Secians, but none of these little ones, no matter how
kind, would have Cethalial for a chosen. So she continued to
wander alone. At last, sorrowful at seeing so many happy
chosens and bondmates all around her, Cethalial chose to
venture out far and away into unexplored lands. Perhaps there
she would find happiness at last.
Exiting the city and leaving civilization behind her, Cethalial
had a good pace to her feet when she slowed at a peculiar site.
Off to the side of the road stood a young Arachnian female.
Cethalial watched cautiously as she approached, for she knew
that twas the females of this new race who were the strongest
and most cunning. But this spider neither moved nor even
acknowledged Cethalial as she approached and the draco
wondered at how the female arachnid chittered in a most
“Why for do you wail on so?” asked Cethalial. But of
course, Arachnians, though they understand the common, do not
speak it, so the spider merely chittered some more and seemed
to grow even more pitiful as it gazed upon Cethalial.
At a loss to explain this strange behavior and having no
particular reason to care much what might pain an Arachnian
heart, indeed she wondered if they had one, Cethalial began to
walk on. But in a moment of compassion, she paused and turned
“I know not why you are so aggrieved,” said Cethalial. “But
as I am walking alone and as I know of no evils you have done
to the little ones my kind call kyn, you may walk with me if you
wish. But I warn you, if this be a trick of yours, my response will
be swift. I am sure you already note that I am no average draco
in either size or countenance, such is true for my thought as well.
Do not think to fool me, for I shall always see the truth of things
in the end.”
At this, the Arachnian female ceased its mournful chittering
and gazed up at Cethalial through its many eyes. She nodded her
spider head in agreement and so followed the draco. Much to
Cethalial’s surprise, the spider did naught to either trick or harm.
On the contrary, Cethalial found the spider to be quite polite.
Always did it share its meal when they supped and often did it
show compassion for other creatures they did come across in
their travels. Cethalial could tell that this was a most uncommon
Arachnian, just as she was an uncommon draco.
When Cethalial was wounded, it did tend her wounds. When
the need for battle was joined, it defended her and stood always
at her side, yet would not meet their enemies in battle itself.
Instead, the spider left this to Cethalial and kept her safe through
all troubles. Once, while they were dining at an inn, taking rest
from their many adventures, a poor destitute family did wander
through the doorway in search of food. The faces of the parents
were worn with worry and despair and their bedraggled children
looked as if the weight of hunger might add still more tears to
their troubled little faces. Their home and farm, it seemed, had
been burned out by bandits and they had no means to make their
way in the world through winter. The father entreated the owner
of the inn for work or aid to help his wife and children until spring
again allowed him to rebuild, but the innkeeper’s heart turned
cold at the sight of these beggars and ordered them away. Other
patrons of the inn were similarly uncompassionate towards these
But then Cethalial watched as her spider friend, for they had
by now become friends, arose from their quiet corner and
crossed the room towards the family. At first, the father stood
before his children and spouse in fierce protection of them, but
then as the spider neared she loosened the straps of her many
packs and dropped them at the father’s feet. She then untied her
gold coin purse and pressed the weighty sack into his hands. For
in their travels and many adventures, Cethalial and the Arachnian
had accumulated much wealth. The female spider then nodded
her head graciously towards the family and gestured towards the
many packs and gold, indicating that they were to keep all she
As they departed again on to the road that night Cethalial
lamented that so beautiful a spirit as her friend’s should be cursed
with such a cruel deformity. And then Cethalial lamented her own
deformed self, and at that moment felt a strange kinship towards
her spider friend.
Time passed, and although during those times the strength of
dragon ways was still such that no mortal could learn the ancient
and noble dragon tongue, Cethalial, in her great intelligence
eventually came to understand her friend’s chittering speech. And
with this ability, she came to know the spider’s name as, Fasha.
A most unusual name for a spider indeed, but this was of no
matter to Cethalial, for in all their travels she had still found not
one Secian who would have her as a chosen. Cethalial knew she
was certain to die or go mad in the staging, but until then, she
would find happiness in the company of a friend, for a dear friend
Fasha the spider has surely become.
One afternoon, as they ate beside the banks of a clear blue
pond, Cethalial asked Fasha a question she had long wondered
“Why do you not seek companionship with your own kind?
I have, in truth, always found it strange that you would rather my
company than another Arachnian.”
“Oh,” chittered Fasha, “They would not have me. For
amongst the Arachnian people my ways are not acceptable. To
be kind is considered a weakness and I would surely be beaten
or worse for my actions. I am shunned by other spiders and so I
cannot live amongst them.”
“That is a shame,” said Cethalial. “For I find you to be a
spider of great heart. Surely though, one such as yourself could
find acceptance amongst Secians. I do know that many of them
lament the hatred your kind shows them and oft feel a distant
kindred to them. For indeed, before the Unmagick you were all
very alike. I am certain Secians would find great joy in an
Arachnian so like themselves. Why do you not seek
“Oh no,” chittered Fasha. “I could not do that. For in their
presence I feel only sorrow. Though you are right that many wish
reconciliation still with Arachnians, many others have come to
distrust us now, and though I may be accepted, I would never be
one of them. That would make me feel even lonelier. I would
rather your company.”
“I am happy in your company as well,” said Cethalial, “but I
fear it will be short lived. I am near the time of my first staging
now. I feel it inside me. And when I do it is unlikely that I shall
survive. Would that your outer form could match that of your
beautiful spirit. If you will forgive my saying, I see within you the
heart of a true Secian. Alas that you were made an Arachnian,
for if the fates of this cruel world had been different, I would have
had you for my chosen.”
As Cethalial spoke these words a strange and beautiful light
surrounded her Arachnian friend. Before her eyes, the spider’s
back legs shrank and lightened and became two tiny humanoid
legs. The front legs contracted and grew smaller to form dainty
arms. Her bloated deformed body shrank and became light
smooth skin. The black hair on her head grew long and golden
blond and as her mutated spider face melted away the multiple
eyes became two beautiful ones of ruby red. Then at last, from
out of the new creature’s back grew a set of delicate fluttering
The white light blinked away as the transformation finished
and Cethalial gazed in amazement upon the most beautiful Secian
she had ever seen.
“Oh Cethalial!” cried the little Secian. “Do not look with
such amazement. All is well. It’s me. Fasha!”
“Fasha? But how is this possible?” asked Cethalial.
“I was cursed. You have saved me,” answered Fasha.
“Cursed? What horrible beast of this world would curse
such a beautiful creature as yourself?” asked Cethalial.
“Oh, it was not a beast, nor of this world,” said Fasha.
“And in truth, it was all my fault. You see, at the moment of the
Unmagick, when I was still as my old self, I was locked in mortal
combat with my enemy and victory was nearly mine. I was
blinded by the anger and bloodlust of that person I once was and
by that moment in time. And then the Unmagick came and
transformed me, but I was confused. I was still caught up in that
moment of battle. And so, in that moment of confusion and
torment I finished what I had started and ended my opponent.”
Cethalial gasped in shock even as Fasha cringed in remorse.
“Immediately I knew what I had done and I tried to make it
right, but it was too late. The Gods had seen my actions and it
angered them. They said that it was obvious by my actions that I
was not meant to be a true Secian. They said to be Secian was a
gift and that if I could not accept this great gift, they would give
me my true form. I implored them not to do this, told them it was
an accident, but they would not be swayed. Again I pleaded with
them for mercy, and they offered me but one hope, each for their
own reasons: Rinanni out of compassion, Odarous out of a sense
of justice, Elindale out of a wish to maintain nature’s balance and
Sa due to the anger he currently felt for his magick having been
abused so by the Frontacians.
“So instead of transforming me for all time, they instead
placed a powerful spell upon me and cursed me to be the spider
you came to know. A curse which could only be lifted if one
would ever see past my outer appearance to find the true Secian
“But why did you never tell me this before?” asked
Cethalial, for they had been able to communicate with speech for
some months now.
“Oh, but I could not,” said Fasha. “It was a condition of the
spell cast upon me. The love, if ever given, had to be genuine;
given freely and without persuasion. I was not allowed to speak
to any creature about my curse, for in doing so, the bargain
would have been broken and the curse remained forever. Only
when you loved me despite my appearance did I change, and so
have you saved me. I cannot express enough my joy!”
“And for you I am also joyful,” said Cethalial. “But for me I
am saddened. You are beautiful now and will want a beautiful
dragon to bond with, but I am ugly and not well formed. You will
wish better than I, and indeed you deserve such.”
“Oh no!” cried Fasha, and indeed there were now tears in
the little one’s eyes. “I wish not any other dragon but you. To my
eyes, Cethalial, you are the most beautiful draco of all.”
It was at that moment that Cethalial caught a glimpse of
herself in the clear blue waters of the pond by which they sat and
then blinked and looked again more carefully. What she saw
filled her again with wonder, for with her love Fasha had allowed
Cethalial to see through her eyes and there in the reflection of the
pond she saw herself as Fasha did. Her true beauty within at last
reflected without, Cethalial was indeed a dragon of loveliness and
Cethalial and Fasha were, of course, chosen and when the
time came Fasha staged her beautiful draco into an even more
gorgeous drake. In the fullness of time Cethalial grew to
greatness, but in all their years and through all their adventures
the love between beautiful Cethalial and her devoted Fasha
remains till this day, legendary.
Hello again my dears and welcome to this months issue of
Ask Danilova! I must say, what a lovely, charming little town
Spur is. I received such an astounding amount of Reader Mail
that I had a very difficult time deciding on which ones to answer
in this issue of Ask Danilova. I'd like to send a very warm and
sincere thank you to all you lost and brave souls who sent in
questions and/or comments and/or death threats. Keep sending
them in, you never know when we'll surprise you with your name
in print! (You can send in your questions/comments via scribe to
my editor email@example.com and she'll have them
delivered to my office)
On to the first question!
im a secian and im loveeeee to drink.its good. but
people alwayz ttack me! what should i do? pleas please help!
Dearest little Secian, where ever should I begin? On one
hand, it may very well be your sole purpose in life to serve as a
warning to others. On the other hand, for some, mainly you,
drinking should be done like so many other things; in private.
ahm luved by SA. othez don think so. how ah make em
luv me lik SA luvs me?
-That Hith Loving Sa
That Hith Loving Sa-
It's times like this that we must ask ourselves, If something
"goes without saying," why do people still say it? Something you
must understand dear, even if everyone in the world agrees with
you, less than half those people will ever like you. Don't let the
criticism get you down. Remember, friends come and go, but
Lastly, our final question of this issue of Ask Danilova..
I love shoes. They're so wonderful. The only problem is
I don't have gold and have to steal them. Can you help me beat
-Little Miss Liisa
Little Miss Liisa-
I love shoes just as much as the next woman, but honestly
darling. Stealing shoes? Have some respect for the shoes, even if
you have none for yourself. Surely there's something you
possess that you could trade for them. However, I suppose
desperate times call for desperate measures, so keep in mind; if
at first you don't succeed, destroy all evidence that you tried.
That concludes this issue of Ask Danilova! I do hope my
words of wisdom and comfort have helped those who wrote in
and others who might be having the same problems. If you'd like
a chance to have your problems personally answered by me,
Danilova Gerdt, send in your questions/comments to
firstname.lastname@example.org and she'll have them passed through
an Elven magick detector and then safely delivered into my
hands, harmful curse/spell free. Until next time dears, keep your
hopes up. Salvation is only a quill and parchment away!
Lead Editor: Maren Vonalte
Assistant Editor: Lii Dvo
Reporters: Davide Orestaia, Scruple Tamarind
Columnists: Danilova Gerdt, Miss Sapphire
Contributing writers: Twilight Flutal, Reporting
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