On Humadin

“After leaving the Mountain of Clouds, I journeyed to the Northern Steppes to meet the Humadin.  Kandol had piqued my curiosity.  For a while, I fell in with the Eselkaru, the eagle clan, and lived on the platforms built into the branches of the spruces common to the western steppes.  They were experts with the javelin and the malkanta, a broad-bladed sword.  Their Bardalla, a man named Jendallu, had a gift for putting people at ease.  He always seemed to know just what they wanted.  The Eselkaru said that he was strong in the ways of the Spirit World.”  Jerilyn of Colcester

On the Seeress

“Hah!  The Seeress really jerked the old man’s chain with that one, didn’t she, Jerilyn.  Those poor dragons, my cousins, I suppose, spending eternity apart and for what?  When her doom did come true, it unfolded in a way that no one expected, unless she had known all along.  I wouldn’t put it past her; she learned much staring into Aux’s waters, much that she twisted to her own ends.”    The Wizard of the Blue Lagoon

On Ta’Erkul

“No one’s quite sure where they came from.  Some think that they hailed from Angrakor originally, but I have my doubts.  The barbarians of the south were violent and uncivilized, driven by dreams of conquest, but they were not the Dark Lord’s minions.  I believe that souls trapped in the spirit world seduced them to the Dark Lord’s ways.  After too many rejections from the Rainbow Lord, One-Eye’s whispers grew too loud to ignore.  Those that have been there longest are most wicked.”  Jerilyn of Colcester

On Religion

“Worship was something your people brought to the world, Jerilyn, worship of the Dark Lord and gods more fair.  Yes, the wickedness of Daeryss and the Traitor is well known, but they were not Erlik’s worshippers in the way that you mean it.  The Elder Races had no religion, not even the rites we observed within the Stones would count as one by your standard.  The Maiden’s rites were a practicality, a sacred obligation, a wondrous one but a duty nonetheless, not a form of obeisance. Religion is a modern phenomenon, a fabrication of Mankind, and faith is its pillar.  What need had the Elder Races of faith, we whom loved and laughed amongst the gods?”    Kandol Elf Lord

On Promises

“My penchant for promises is inherited, Jerilyn, not learned.  My father fell for my mother the moment he saw her.  They bound themselves to one another with an oath sworn to the Earth Mother in her Maiden aspect and her brother, Humak the Beast Lord.  From that promise sprang others, not yet fulfilled, that I shall not speak of.”     Kandol Elf Lord

On The Eternal Warrior

“Vin-Grandalar celebrates the Eternal Warrior, but the Devotees were mostly ignorant of that champion’s true place in history.  They knew only that the Eternal Warrior was a Dwarven hero of the Elder Days who hunted the Maiden’s enemies, and they sang his praises once every year because the priestesses told them to.  But the priestesses of the inner circle knew the secret of the Eternal Warrior.  They knew his greater burden and his connection to the ancient evil in the east.”  Jerilyn of Colcester

#4 – Magik

“Magik!” exclaimed Tarik.  “My favorite subject!”

I knew he’d have that reaction.  For all his vaunted wisdom, Tarik was deceptively easy to manipulate.  I’d spent the last several hours regaling him with tales of the Greater Realm and my throat was parched from so much talking, despite consuming large quantities of brandy.  It was his turn to talk.  A simple suggestion was all it took.  “Tell me, Tarik.  Do you really believe the Towers the most significant difference between the magik of Hali’s’ time and the Elder Days?” Continue reading

On the Prophecies

“I can sense it, Jerilyn.  The Prophesies are in motion once more.  Soon, I will leave the Mountain of Clouds and see it through to the end.  It has been a long time since the first promise was made, my friend, a very long time and I am weary.  I hope, when it is over, that the Balance will let me rest.”  Kandol Elf Lord

On Humadin

“One time, a group of adventurers came to the Blue Lagoon seeking my help on some save-the-world-quest, you know the type.  They hailed from Renk, but one of them, a paladin named Lindair, was Humadin.  I tell you, Jerilyn, the brand of the bear was stamped upon his shoulder, but he knew nothing of the people of the steppes.  He claimed to have traveled through a fold in the Girdle to another world where he fell in battle to a demon bear.  He awakened in Renk, as I met him, reborn as a warrior of the bear clan.”  The Wizard of the Blue Lagoon