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The Story of the Lord Cartographer Long ago lived a wise man. He traveled about the lands, taking notes on their landscapes. After retiring to his tower after each trip, he added the notes to his map. Many years and many travels later, he had completed his life’s work… The first map of the entire world. When he passed away, it was given to his son, who in turn gave it unto his. Thousands of years passed as the map was made and made again, each time following the growth of the lands. One day, one of the Cartographers made an unconscious error. When he checked his map, he found it, but decided to leave it be. The next day when he returned to the site to check the distances again, he found it matched the error. So came it, the one who could change land with nothing but a quill and ink. With this great knowledge and power comes great responcibility, and unto all who read this I say; Let it be yours to carry as well, and you will be able to change the world around you with nothing but blackberry ink and a falcons feather. -Lord Cartographer Samulis Augustus, 1009 of the 5th era E.S.
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This is a rendering I did of one of the maps that lay next to the journal. I will try to write up most of the journal and post it above as well.
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In the early days of Imparus, many tribes of humans roamed the lands- especially in Samersania. There were four main kingdoms: the Sumerians, the Gaulicallians, the Royultians, the Reuterians, and the Fallonians (the elves) and dozens of minor tribes spread throughout the lands. The Nemnori were one of those many tribes, living in a valley in the Imporial Ring (the central region of the continent), they were under the Fallonians and Sumerians (who had merged into each other, renaming themselves the Samerians). This is the tale of one of their leaders who lead a great war against the fearce sea raiders to the south. ¤-=-¤-=-¤-=-¤-=-¤-=-¤-=-¤-=-¤-=-¤-=-¤-=-¤-=-¤-=-¤-=-¤-=-¤-=-¤-=-¤ First came the sound of the horn in the distance- not the ugly bellowing cry of a claxon, but the soft, warm flowing tune of an elvish horn. The king was comming. -=¤=- "I am sure you are aware, cheiftain, of the evil raiders who attack and steal from your allies. The allied tribes of Samer want you to kill them and take back our goods." Baltador and King Gilbornar rested in the town meeting hall. "I will flush out these evil scum like a nymph cleaning the pond scum off a lake," replied Baltadar. The next day, 150 warriors drew their swords together and left for the elvish port to board the ships. The cheiftain checked that his sword was sharp and his elvish leather-skin was on right. He then went through the proper sacrifices and rituals with the high priest before setting out, for it was crucial the gods be on his side. The sails billowed, the oars creaked, the smell of sweat and fresh pine tar persuaded their way through Baltadar's nose... he felt free of the land, free of all chain that held him down, as if he were the fish that swam beside the ship... By the second light, they saw one of the black-sailed pirate galleys. The crew hid their bows and themselves while the pirate ship approached un-knowing that they would soon face their doom. When the ship became within range, 150 bows suddenly appeared with arrows covered in pine sap. The men lit the tips of the arrows, which sprung to life, prepared to spread fire everywhere. The resulting wave of arrows enflamed the pirate's mast as the soldiers rushed aboard and siezed all the goods aboard it they could find. Ten minutes later the gold sat in a longship headed back to port and the pirate ship and crew sat silent at the bottom of the sea. They next spotted three ships, black sails and banners held high with the crown of skulls on them... It was the fleet of the Ocean King, Dazorg. The soldiers were fearless, but the ocean-king was strong and he too had archers. For hours the three elvish ships fought the three enemy ships. Two elvish ships went down, but Baltador kept on fighting hard. He soon came up with a plan... The enemy ships were alot lower in the water so they could not sail up into shallows as easy as his light longboat could. He pulled his longboat in a sheltered river delta and each enemy came slowly up the river one by one. As each one came in range, they released a storm of fire-arrows at it. Releasing their last volley on the third and largest ship, they realized that the ship would not sink with this alone. They quickly swung the small galley around and rammed the massive ship amidships, almost shattering its hull in half. Drawing back, they realized that the enemy pirates were trying to board them and they drew spears and swords, preparing to kill whatever lay foot upon the deck. A wave is an understatement. Perhaps it was the speed at which the horde moved, perhaps it was simply the force it had, but never the less, the 100 warriors were almost swamped by a wave of atleast 200 pirates. Spears swung, shields clashed, men cried out as all sorts of sharp and cruel objects burried themselves in their bodies. A great brawl of brawls broke out upon the deck. Baltadar and his men charged the foe, cutting down many men. A crazed pirate ran towards Baltadar swigning a massive sword. Baltadar dodged the berzerk man and stabbed him heavily in the gut with his spear. Swinging around, he caught another foe in the jaw with the butt of his spear and procceded to charge a shield-bearer. After his spear broke, he drew his great battle-axe and blew off foe after foe. Against impossible odds, he and his tiny force pushed the foe off their ship with only 50 losses, killing atleast 150 of the pirates. The fight was now even. They then charged aboard the enemy ship, meeting fearce resistance with the pirate vangaurd. Then, the great pirate king Dazorg himself came out on deck. He seemded to be coated in solid steel, his helmet had but a slit fo rhis eyes. He held a large steel blade, swinging it freely, beheading any man or elf who came within range with ease. Just then, Faedus, a young and corageous elf-lord ran up, swining a fine elvish blade, quickly breaking the gaurd of the pirate king. Then, in a wicked move, the pirate king whipped his blade around and cut deeply into Faedus' leg, severing it from his body. With a last cry of determination, Faedus swing a maiming blow that shattered the king's helm before he fell dead. Now Baltador charged in bravely and swung his great axe at the pirate's un-protected neck, cutting deep into the flesh and bringing forth a great groan and the massive body crashing to the ground. -=¤=- When the elf saw the small and heavily dammaged galley limping into port, he ran to the throne as fast as his legs could carry him. "My lord, Baltadar and his men have returned, but only with one galley and it is badly dammaged." The Elf-King rushed down to the docks where a tired Baltadar wobbled down the gang-plank to report in. "Sire, we killed their king." he said with a grave smile, holding the helm of the dead king forward, the great gash Faedus had made dented it all the way through to the eye slits. "Faedus sacrificed himself for this wicked man's death... a great elf he was in life and he shall be in death, may the gods take him." Baltadar remained there in prayer until he finally hobbled home, soon to be named Lord of Sameria. | ||||
This story appears to be about an ancient cheiftain named Baltadar. It must be over 6,000 years old to have been in such a time on earth... but wait, what's this about an elvish king?!? Perhaps this isn't that earthen after all... a hoard of stories from another UNIVERSE? | ||||
The Tale of Fasalus First came the light, a light bright enough to burn flesh, it seemed. Then came the actual pieces of metal which the strange men in masks began to place about in his chest, which he realized was not there… The complete shock of realizing he was living on nothing but the tubes filled with strange liquid running into his mouth and head made Fasalus want to scream. He heard a click and the men placed the last of the pieces in, now beginning to sew and screw them into place. Wires then ran up his neck to a strange socket they had placed there, he felt new again as his new metal arms bent and twisted to his command. The men stood back, seeming content. All that remained of his old body was his head, but even that was covered in a metal plate armor. Looking through his two eyes he saw the front man open up what seemed to be a portal and the next thing he knew he was standing in his old room in the palace. ‘It’s good to be home…’ he thought aloud. When Daramon walked in to find his brother’s will, he was surprised to find the figure sitting in his brother’s favorite chair. “Fasalus? Is that you?” he asked, eyeing the large steel man. “Brother, I am back… and alive, though I appear to be some form of automatron creature… some creation of man maybe? They have breathed life back into my dead body.” Daramon thought back to the day him and his brother rode out to fight the barbarians… vivid in his mind was the moves of his foes, his sword swinging to cut off limbs and shield blowing hard into foe after foe, driving back the hordes. He then remembered his brother’s cry as the arrow struck him dead on in the chest… it seemed time slowed as Fasalus sank to his knees, blood streaming from the wound and in a last effort, reciting the old Elvish prophecy… ‘Leutheun dur undilun valuain hastulorn falasdain’, ‘When the lord of Fasal falls, the land shall open to receive him and give him life once more.’ Then with a flash, Fasalus disappeared, possibly to the Western Lands and over the Mountain of Death. . .
What is this? It appears to be a discription of modern medical technology! Hmm... Time travel?!? This story is getting wackier by the moment. I have a hunch this is another one of those jokes by Proffessor Waingard, my boss. This Fasalus charicter sounds interesting. I wonder if this is about a traveler of time AND space who came to earth... like out of alien invaders! And then... he got some sort of life-changing surgery... robotics? I'm pretty sure this is by a different author than the last one, the handwritting is slightly different... and it sounds more... intelligent. | ||||
Ok, i'm gunna have to put some order to this... I found what appears to be a Table of Contents... I guess the title of the book was 'Mythes and Tayles of the Laynd ofe Impareus'. You can't really see that title on the cover, which is a deplorible looking piece of old leather that has been covered in dust for centuries... Here is the first part of the book, translated from old english for your reading: The Olde Tales of Imparus A Collection of myths and legends of Olde Imparus began when the first god appeared; Aamun Raa, later called Primus Deitus, or the First God. He took the shape of a man and created the second gods, The Valinorian Elvengods and the Father Gods, who created the Titans. From there, the Norse gods appeared, quickly followed by the Egyptian Gods and the Eastern Deities. The North and South American Gods came and went often, changing forms quickly. For centuries, these gods ruled supreme over the lands in an Oligarchic manner. A great light came down, along with a new god, only called by the name Him. He caused great conflict with the Roman and Greek gods, who despised his idea of peace and equality between the peoples. Finally, under great pressure, the Imperians and Olympians were forced into exile. At this time, Aamon Raa strangely disappeared, never to be heard from again. Around the time the Olympians came to power, Elves had been roaming the lands for two-and-a-half millennia. Dwarves had appeared quickly after the rise of Nordic and Gaulaic gods, with men coming third to power, around 4,500 BCE. | ||||
Now, this next part is a rather challanging read because I kept the old english speach the same (for the atmosphere). I really think that the guy who wrote all of this was either a madman or a pre-Tolkien. Just reading this next part reminds me alot of some of Tolkien's 'Book of Lost Tales' and such. I wonder if the author used his time travel thing to read that... Oh wait, these elves are from... MIDDLE EARTH?!? How wacky is that? Mabye Tolkien wrote this and forgot to add it in his books... but no, he wasn't this crazy! | ||||
wooo nice map u got there | ||||
Thanks. The next part will have to wait for tommarow... I need my sleep. :) | ||||
The Arrival of the Elves At first, not a ray of light crossed over the barely moon-lit land. In the distance, the elves heard a claxon sound, followed by the arrival of a young sun and a figure clad in a strange glittering armor who resembled a giant and rather bulky elf, perhaps a troll? Before they could decide, a booming voice rang out. “I am Talos Maenae, Guardian of Impa. Ye hath entered the Realm of Imperialia, the land of thy master and of thou gods. I hath never seen one being of your liking before, for under this sun lives only my master and those creatures of my creation, the Daeddari. Tell thou, of what blood art thee?” The elves’ leader, Annorwe, turned to the giant automatron and spoke in his deep, cool voice, “We bring greetings from the House of Tol Sirilon. You may call me Annorwe,” he said, bowing, “We are of the race of Elves, sons and daughters of the Valinorians. We come in search of new lands from the great land of Middle Earth through a device of Portation made through Magiks.” The wise Talos Maenae replied to this, “Then let it be so. Come, ye Elvenkin, thou master, Aamon Raa awaits, he not be one to keep waiting.” For two hours, the great warrior walked, followed silently by the majestic creatures. They shared tales of dragons, and of great battles and knights riding to war. They talked of quests and adventures, of dark and devious things, and of light and wise things. Talos listened intently, like a child hearing a tale of myth. He decided to like the strange creatures, and possibly be of alliance with them. Aamon Raa greeted Talos, and welcomed the Elvenkin in, offering them drink and food. After a feast, the talk began. For over three hours, Aamon Raa and the elves exchanged information and talked of the elves’ customs. When the stars had filled the sky and the last rays of the sun had gone into hiding, the elves retired to the sleeping chambers made out for them. On the next morn, the elves woke to find figures of the stature of their comrades, but made of the same strange metal (they had learned its name was Mithril the previous night) as Talos Maenae. They spoke in oily and rough voices, but they were smart and quick on their feet. The Automatrons, whom the elves had learned were called the Daeddari, brought forth bread and fresh water for the breaking of the fast. After they had broken their fast, Talos Maenae along with half-a-dozen Daeddari led the elves back over the bridge to the home of Aamon Raa and into the forests of Samersania, where the elves had decided to dwell. A long and tiresome two-day march lay ahead, but they kept at it, never hindered by rain nor any bad weather, though dark clouds swarmed and swooshed overhead. Finally, Talos laid down the supplies and equipment then began to help the elves prepare their camp. The builders among them began to set up workshops from which came finished boards and shaped masonry bricks and blocks. Families of elves marked out locations for their own halls and workshops. Soon the land rang with the sound of the hammer and the hatchet, which quieted down a week later to reveal a Great Hall, decorated in woodlands finery and objects of Mithril and gold. The Hall was build around trees, its gentle curves flowing around the great trunks of thousand-year-old oaks. Talos fell in love with their work and became learned from Armaegus, the head of the craftsmen, in the arts and details of Elvish architecture. He then began working on his own, building great palaces that weaved around pines and houses nestled deep in the branches of oaks. He even built a wall around the now-growing city. When the elves inspected the walls, they found them un-comparable to any work they had done. Talos also shared his skill in shipbuilding and sailing, which the elves soon took a joy in. It was in this manner that the first Elvish settlement, Tol Imperiadrae, was built.
Well... that was an interesting read. This story is getting crazier and crazier! Now this must be even older than the last story about that Baltadar guy... probably over 7,000 years old, no doubt! This is really creapy with the robots and stuff. That is what an Automatron is, right? That Talos Maenae guy reminds me of the giant automatron named Talos from greek mythology. His name also sounds rather Aegean too... hmm... No doubt the proffessor has a hand in this... | ||||
[[from now on I will try to submit a part of the jornal or another story a day]] | ||||
I found another map in the pile and managed to change it over to digital using my computer. This one is really cool, I think it might be a treasure map or somthing, the names aren't as weird.
Well, i'll get back to some of the translating now... I think there's more mythology comming up... | ||||
I think this journal is pretty cool, but I have been bussy for a while on my other projects. Hopefully, i'll be able to read this next part when I return to it. The proffessor told me I need to work on my thesis and stop worrying about this wierd mythological text. | ||||
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