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	So I will tell this tale as it was told to me by my father, as		So I will tell this tale as it was told to me by my father, as
	his father told him. The tale of Dertalriosh Endaertheala, Spear		his father told him. The tale of Dertalriosh Endaertheala, Spear
	of Sun's Flame Descending, now called [[Stormwill]] by men.		of Sun's Flame Descending, now called [[Stormwill Tower\|Stormwill]] by men.

	When [[Corik]], called the Black Cloud, first built the city of [[Shard]]		When [[Corik]], called the Black Cloud, first built the city of [[Shard]]

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<center>'''Spear of Sun's Flame Descending'''</center>
<center>'''by [[Melear]] Kadriashnara'''</center>

==Chapter One: Dragon Priests==

I am not a [[Bard]], with a gift for weaving stories into tapestries
of sound. Nor am I a Lorethew, with knowledge reaching back into
the far mists of time.

So I will tell this tale as it was told to me by my father, as
his father told him. The tale of Dertalriosh Endaertheala, Spear
of Sun's Flame Descending, now called [[Stormwill]] by men.

When [[Corik]], called the Black Cloud, first built the city of [[Shard]]
with the aid of the elves of [[Morganae]]'s mountain, a spire of
white marble arose in its midst, on a night filled with magic and
power. Our finest Stone Mages molded the very earth into a tower
unlike any other in Shard. The walls seemed to pulse with a beat
like that of the world's heart, and the floor hummed with the
earth's silent song as it traveled its way through the Void of
creation.

As the sun's rays fell behind the mountains surrounding Shard,
they would strike the marble of the tower with their glory, making watchers marvel at its golden-red beauty. Many would remark
on its resemblance to a spear of fire rising from the earth in
defiance of the encroaching night. And so the tower received its
name. A name filled with pride and triumph and defiance of the
darkness. The same pride which filled its creators, and their
people.

For no matter what our Guild has sunk to in these recent years,
the Elemental Mages of that time, the time of the Empire's fall,
were brave men and women, filled with determination and spirit.
It was this very spirit that would be their downfall.

Though Corik remained apart from the War of the Dragon, as the
dispute between [[Lanival]] and [[Teiro]] was called in Shard, it filled
his heart with rage that he must sit idle while the men and women
fighting Teiro's oppression died by the score.

The [[Council of Three]] advised patience, and that Corik follow the
peaceful nature of the [[Elothean]]s. But that peaceful nature was
not Corik's nature, and something inside him died when he learned
of each death, as though he could have prevented it had he been
there. As though the small portion of the army he did send was
not enough.

But when the [[Dragon Priests]] rose to power, and began to march
against Shard, Corik became enraged. He could suffer in silence
while people died in far-off wars, but Corik would not suffer to
remain peaceful while his home, the city he had built from nothing, was attacked.

Corik gathered together his armies, what few soldiers would follow him, and marched from Shard. The streets of the city were
silent with mourning. Mourning not only the loss of life they
knew would come, but also for the loss of the peace they had
known for so long.

Many refused to follow. Their ideals were greater than the need
to defend our home, our city. Many cursed our lord, our [[Ferdahl]].
They called him a beast, and a monster. He was not. He was a
man who loved his home and could not bear to see it destroyed.
A man who felt that life itself was more precious than the principles of peace.

The warriors of the [[House of the Grey Storm]], the Mages of Dertal-
riosh Endaertheala, marched in the vanguard of Corik's host.
Their pride was too great to allow them to surrender to the darkness of the Dragon Priests. Too long had they, and their tower,
stood as the last remaining light against the darkness. Too long
had they been warriors to again accept the tenets of peace.
But under their pride lay a darker thing: arrogance. They had
created a tower in a single night, and a thing of beauty it was.
They wielded powers greater than those of the Gods themselves.
Or so they thought.

It was this arrogance, this blindness to the world around them,
that would cost them the very thing they fought to protect.
While the warriors of Corik's host marched valiantly into the
mountains, seeking out the armies of the Dragon Priests, Shard
lay in flames.

The Dragon Priests, led by [[Dzree]]'s scrying and the cunning of
their scouts, had circled around Corik's army and attacked Shard
in the night. Women and children were slaughtered in their beds.
Those who woke from their dreaming, woke to a nightmare. The
Dragon Priests rounded everyone up into the central square of
Shard and drove them from the city. Many fought back, not wishing to leave their homes. They were branded upon the forehead
with the Dragon's Claw, the symbol for those slated to die as
sacrifice to raise the World Dragon.

As they were driven to the south, into a great meadow, Shard was
consumed in magical flames hot enough to burn stone. The black
rock quarried from Morganae's mountains was turned into a liquid
darkness upon the ground. The only building that survived the
flames was Dertalriosh Endaertheala. Protected by some of the
strongest wards ever created, the flames could do little damage
before they died out.

It was the tower's burning that alerted the Ferdahl and his
armies that they had been duped. The flickering light of the
flames was a brilliant signal in the night, a signal that called
to the hearts of the Mages, and enflamed them with rage.

Corik led his men towards their defiled home in a massive charge,
later ennobled by Bards in song and tale. They covered the distance of three days march in a single night, reaching the smoking
ashes of Shard as the sun's rays breached the horizon.

Great was the rage of Corik's armies, and even greater the shame.
Many who were there spoke in later years of the expression on
Corik's face as he gazed upon the defiled land where once his
city, his great creation and gift to the Elothean people, had
stood. It was as if someone had shown him all the light of the
world, then snuffed it out the second his hand reached out to
grasp it.

The Ferdahl's soul died that day. Died beyond the power of any
Cleric to reclaim it from Urrem'tier's grasp. His body lived to
lead one last battle, that which freed the Dragon Priests' prisoners. Most survived, though a few had already been sacrificed
upon the World Dragon's altar.

Corik was never seen after the battle. His body was not counted
among the dead, nor among the living.

Few mourned him.

==Chapter Two: Alec the Phoenix==

Many years passed until the Elothean people were once again free.
During that time, the Mages of Dertalriosh Endaertheala lived
apart from the rest of their people. They were blamed by many
for the destruction of Shard, and for the great loss of life.

The Mages could not deny their accusations, for they were true.
If they had not followed Corik, if they had not been filled with
pride and the glory of their powers, Shard would not have been
left undefended when the Dragon Priests came. The city would not
have been taken. The people would not have been slaughtered like
sheep upon the altar of Dzree's madness. And the Spear of Sun's
Flame Descending would not have been broken.

The Dragon Priests made periodic raids into the lands surrounding
the ruins of Shard, and the temple they had built there. The
Mages tried to defend their people, but they were so scattered
that it was impossible to save everyone. Each person taken only
widened the breach between the Houses of the Elotheans and the
Mages. A hard lesson was learned in those days, one that many
still have not learned.

The duty of the Elemental Mages, the Warrior Mages as they are
now called, is not to wage war. It is to prevent war. And if
they cannot prevent it, it is their duty to see that the horrors
of war do not harm the innocent. In both duties, the Mages of
Dertalriosh Endaertheala failed: by following Corik, they sought
glory for themselves. By following Corik, they failed those
they were supposed to protect, leaving them defenseless. It
was a shame they lived with for many years until one came who
lifted them from the ashes of their despair and gave them new
hope for redemption and life.

[[Alec]], who claimed to be son of Corik, came to the disparate
Houses and united them once again. Filled with peerless drive
and charisma, he healed many of the wounds our people had nursed
for so long. He taught us how to work together again. Not in
war, but in peace.

Dedicated to peace as his father had been to war, Alec did not
lead us into battle against the Dragon Priests. Instead, he
counseled patience, that their power could not last long.

When word came upon the wind that Dzree had fallen, and the viper
of the Priesthood was headless, Alec united the Houses. He led
them in a triumphant march to the Dragon Priest's temple, and in
the only battle of his life, led his people against the Priests
and their dark magics. Alec himself wielded neither sword nor
spell in the battle. True Bard that he was, his songs inspired
his armies, filling them with even greater strength and conviction than they had felt before.

When the last Dragon Priest lay dead at the last soldier's feet,
Alec burned the temple to the ground. Its ruins can still be
found to the south of Shard, on the road leading to the Dark
Hand. The city of Shard was built again, though Alec learned
much from his father's mistakes. He made peace again with the
Mountain Elves, but never trusted them as much as Corik had.

For many years, Alec supervised the reconstruction of the city he
had never known, but was still home to his people. In a gesture
that did much to heal the breach between the Mages and his people, the Ferdahl asked for their aid in rebuilding. Grateful for
the chance to aid in some way, the finest of the Stone Mages
gathered around Shard, and in a night filled with magic, returned
the black stone to the earth.

The rising sun shone upon a barren field and the twisted, fire
blackened form of Dertalriosh Endaertheala.

The mages, with Alec's permission, had left their old home standing as grim reminder of the costs of pride. Once a symbol of the
light against the darkness, it now stood as a reminder of the
darkness within.

Though twisted and warped from its former beauty, the tower was
still habitable, if slightly damaged. The mages, those who
wished to remain in the tower, all swore that Shard would be completely rebuilt before they reconstructed their own home.

Many of the Mages of Dertalriosh Endaertheala chose to leave the
tower, unable to dedicate themselves to the lessons of peace many
had learned in the time before Alec's coming.

Once the House of the Grey Storm, now the Spear of Sun's Flame
Descending had no place among the Elothean peoples, and was weakened by that lack of direction. With the Ferdahl's permission,
they accepted the aid of a Human Mage, named [[Arhat]] in honor of
his famous ancestor, and the leader of the newly-formed Guild
of Warrior Mages. With his aid and guidance, the Mages of Der-
talriosh Endaertheala began walking the path of the senka'i neir.

By my hand,<br>
[[Melear]] Kadriashnara<br>
Guildmistress of Dertalriosh Endaertheala

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