I know I haven\'t been active on this forum before, but I decided to post a story I wrote. This is but a prologue for the story of my character, Thyrion Alzhaman, and there\'s a lot of things that happened to him (besides the ones in this story) before he came to Yliakum. This is the part that tells about his infancy, and should be not discussed about in-character, because the events of this story are unknown to Thyrion. So this story is told by a bard named Elthyn Ravensong.
Any feedback is more than welcome.
Thyrion Alzhaman was born in the great Klyros city of Cid?Zla. It was a large city built on the shores of the great Almydara-lake, and it was inhabited by over 15 000 inhabitants. The buildings that reached for towering heights were made of stone and strong wood were decorated with unusual jewels found in the lake. The most of the city?s folk were fishers, since the lake provided much fish and other treasures of the water. But even if the majority of the inhabitants were fishers, Cid?Zla was ruled by powerful merchants and their guilds. They frequently attacked each other from the shadows, stealing merchandise and so on. The trader guilds controlled everything in the city; even the permission to practice fishing as a profession was granted by the trader masters. The city was namely led by a First Ruler but there were many rumours that even the First Rulers were in the grasp of the merchants, and did not interfere in their business in fear for their lives. Still, somehow the city was able to maintain its peace, besides the trader guilds constant raids against each other, and very few civil wars were fought during the history of Cid?Zla.
In this city was born Thyrion Alzhaman. His parents were called Tred Alzhaman (father) and Ilysi Alzhaman (mother). Thyrion was the first child to be born in this family. They lived in a house near the water, although house is a lowly expression for that building, for it was more like a palace. His father, you see, was a man of great wealth. He was the head of a significant trader guild, and had his fingers on all merchandise that entered or left Cid?Zla. By gathering tolls and by practising business, honest and dirty, he had made quite a fortune for himself. As every great merchant of Cid?Zla, he had numerous enemies, but none of them dared to approach Tred to assassinate him, for he had many of the merchants of Cid?Zla standing behind his back, and the assailants would be swiftly hunted down.
The first few months of Thyrion?s life were peaceful. Until one day a plague struck the city. The plague was highly infective and death could result in only one day. With no sign of a cure, the city was soon in a state of chaos. The city gates were closed. No one could get in or out. The houses of wealthy families were also sealed and every guard was placed to patrol the yards, so no infected people would get in. But still the Alzhamans did not feel safe. The house mage was summoned and requested to create a magical portal that would carry them far away from Cid?Zla. Unfortunately, the mages of the First Ruler had sealed the city magically, and the house mage did not have the might to breach their wards. The mage told that he had an ancient artefact in his possession that would help him to channel enough energy to create a portal that would breach the wards, but only one person could pass through, and the destination would be unknown. The artifact would be destroyed during the spell, so the process couldn?t be repeated. They decided to forget the idea and try to endure the horrors of the plague as a family.
A few weeks passed. The plague was slowly but firmly vanguished. Cid?Zla had survived, but left very weak. The city was still in quarantine, because now and then someone fell due the plague. Many of the guards of Alzhamans were killed by the plague, and the protection they had was poor. New guards were almost impossible to hire, since every single guard and mercenary without a job was hired by the city?s management to control the panic the plague had caused. This was the perfect opportunity for Tred?s enemies to terminate him. And on one day the house of Alzhamans was attacked. Both his mother and father drew their weapons and ran to fight the attackers. Thyrion was sent to the protection of the house mage. As the battle was still raging, a servant with a spear in his hand and blood on his clothes stormed into the room where Thyrion and the house mage were.
?Tred Alzhaman sends a message?, he said. ??It?s hopeless. Open the portal and send Thyrion away. I will not have him die here in the hands of these scoundrels. Give him the History Stone and send him away with it.?? The house mage nodded and sent the servant away. Then he cast the spell and a shimmering portal appeared in the room. Thyrion was laid in a basket and under the blankets where Thyrion was the mage put the History Stone, a strange stone that contained the history of the Alzhamans, gathered straight from the minds of the family members by a mental link. Upon touch the memories collected in the stone would appear into the mind of the one who touched the stone. Carefully the mage thrusted Thyrion into the portal, and as the portal closed after Thyrion disappeared, the mage sat calmly on the floor to wait for the attackers. The ending of the battle remains unravelled.
The infant Thyrion in his basket appeared from the other end of the portal. The portal had taken him into the Bloomwood forest in a faraway realm. There was no one around to take care of him. He had survived the battle, but the future was still uncertain. But luck had touched Thyrion. For some strange twist of fate, I, Elthyn Ravensong, a wandering bard, was on a journey nearby. I had been gathering tales among the wandering tribes of Bloomwood, when I ran into this child. I had never seen a klyros before, they were not native to the land I lived in, and his appearance was very strange and scary to my eyes. But I realized the child would not pose a threat to me, and for good will I took him with me. I decided to take him to the Ghiltegans, a group of Dermorian elves who I had visited quite recently and who I knew to be trustworthy.
So we left to find the Ghiltegans. They were not very far away, but the day had been long for me and I needed to rest. I put up a small camp, and just as I was going to sleep, I decided to examine the strange creature. I lifted Thyrion from his basket and noticed a strange stone in the basket. I picked the rock up, and suddenly I felt a shock of energy from the stone. Then I started seeing things. I saw the birth of the first of the Alzhaman, how their family settled in Cid?Zla. I saw the long history of Thyrion?s lineage that extended over centuries. I saw how Thyrion was born, and how he got separated from his parents. I felt his name. I looked into the eyes of the infant. I knew who he was and how he got here. I put the stone among my belongings and laid Thyrion down to sleep. I was still not satisfied. I wanted to know more about this strange race of winged people. I was somewhat versed in the ways of magic, and decided to keep the stone for further examinations. I thought I could squeeze some more information from the stone and learn more about this race.
The next day we arrived at the Ghiltegan camp. They were a little unwilling to accept Thyrion among them but with a little persuasion they agreed to adopt and raise Thyrion as one of their own. I did not give nor mention the stone to them. I told them Thyrion?s name. At first they wondered how I knew it, so I told them I read his mind with a simple spell and came up with his name. They accepted this explanation and soon we waved goodbye. I have not seen the Ghiltegans or Thyrion ever since.
My experiments with the History Stone failed. The stone was not designed for my race to understand, and so the images and words I got from the stone were only the highlights of the information it contained. I could not grasp the details which I was so much after. Thyrion?s memories should?ve been transferred to the stone, but apparently travelling through the magical portal broke the link. That?s why there?s not also anything about the ending of the battle of Alzhaman?s house. Wherever Thyrion might now be, he does not know of his history and why he was separated from his parents. The stone still remains among my other artefacts. I wish that someday I might see him and return the stone to the one it belongs to.
