The Lore of Archmagus Merlon of the Palms

Part One

It was a cold freezing winter night in the midst of the ongoing battle of the six herds. Looking for shelter of the ever so cold night, Archmagus Merlon of the Palms was annoyed of the constant rumbling and whistling of the Jewled Hummingbirds swarm movements.

"They have been fighting for 3 full nights and full days already..." - shaking his head and thinking to himself - "When are they ever going to get tired? I haven't have a proper nights sleep since the start of their battle with the Mesozoic Cockatrices..."

In the Aftermath of the "Great Burning" ....things changed. As some familiars kept to the old tradition of seeking out a young or wise Master of Magic, many turned to an alternative way of live. Not knowing what awaits one's soul, after it has been touched by the sacred flames, many familiars were frightened of what fate they might face if ever to be in contact witht the flames.

So they chose to look for an alternative way of life, often finding it in companionship with their kin. And after many years of the "Great Burning" many different familiar species have come together in big herds and flocks, living their best life in the joy of the many.

Looking for a place to live for the greatest of Familiar Herds, a war arose amongst the different kin. Looking for the best environments fit for their survival and needs, six different herds of familiars had been battling on and off for the seventh year in a row...

Finding himself in a sheltered cabin in the eastern Dark Woods, Archmagus Merlon was on a quest of finding a young Enchantress said to be living in these densely familiar-populated areas of the "Green Marsh".

As he lay down his staff in the nearest corner of the cabin, he murmured a magical spell - concentrating on the fiery dust of the recently extinguished fireplace. After a short while, the dust seemed to have formed into a moving Face of a very old - but very wise - white-bearded man with white clothes and a red robe.

"I have been looking for days now Master Archmagus Alessar but I just can't seem to find the Enchantress you have send me out to find. Are you sure she is to be found in the Eastern Dark Woods Marsh?" he asked the fiery, dusty Face in the fireplace.

"Oh, young boy..." the old Wizard laughed, taking a smoke off his pipe. "If days seem long for you, what will you think after a lifelong search for peacefulnes? Yes, my boy, I'm sure Enchantress Artis of the Marsh is to be found somewhere very close to your location. I believe it is her familiar - a Jewled Hummingbird - which is keeping her in the woods even in the times of this battle. It is said, that her familiar friend is leading the local defense against the Cockatrices."

"Her familiar is fighting with a herd? I thought there are only independent familiars fighting the war." Merlon asked. "I wonder if there's more too it... could the be guarding something in the woods?"

"Ahaaaa my smart boy." Master Alessar laughed out loud and glanced at his apprentice. "You finally start asking the questions, before you seek answers. Yes, it is also what I believe to think. And knowing my old friend Artis, I can only think of one thing her familiar might be guarding so bravely...."

Part Two Soon

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