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The Tale of Firith-Annûn (Changes)
Changes have been made in the story. This is the new version. Note: When you read, imagine a nice combination of Galadriel´s voice over in "Lord of the Rings" (The movie) and the Chaplin in "The Hunchback of the Notre-Dame" (The Disney Musical Animation Version). This story does not begin with ´Once Upon A Time´. It doesn´t have a beginning. This story does not end with ´And They Lived Happily Ever After´. It doesn´t have an end. This story is told almost everywhere. Almost everywhere, it is completely different, yet it is completely the same. Unfolding here is the most common version of this story. My dear readers, I present to you: ~~~ The Tale of Firith-Annûn ~~~ As far as anyone old enough to remember remembers, there had always been the magnificent city of Firith-Annûn. Not one can reach far enough into the past to find its beginning, yet many of our elders can clearly remember the day the city vanished from our world. It was a miracle city. None can deny that. It was the city that every other city wished to be like. The streets were clean, the locals were happy, and the king and queen were not corrupted in a fashion kings and queens like to be. It was the only city where Orc and Elf could be friends – assuming, of course, they remained in the city gates, for once outside, they were enemies once again – where the dark elves of the Drow could walk tall and proud without fear of being recognized. Many whispering rumors suspected the city was magical, and that a certain type of magic flowed through the veins of those who lived in the city. So great was the city that it had arms extended to nearly every place in the world that was known. Every guild had a big house in the city. Every religion had a big temple in the city. Every beggar could find a place to stay for the night. The gold and the wine were flowing, and nothing was being cheaply used, even when freely given to outsiders. So wonderful was the city that nearly anyone who heard of it wished to see it with their own eyes; and the city gates were open from all directions to all folk. As a tradition, the king and queen were obliged to hold a festival once a year, to honor all the gods for allowing the city to exist. For a week long, no one left the city (despite the gates remaining open), but only entered to join the feasts and celebrations. The calibrations began on the first morning, and ended the 7th morning. Anyone was welcome. There were street parades, shows, fire works, dancing... It was a truly happy celebration. One year, the king and queen decided to throw an even bigger festival. That year, they sent out messengers to scout through out the land weeks in advance, specially inviting everyone who should stumble their way. Indeed, the occasion was marvelous. Kings and Queens, duchess, peasants… It was a marvelous celebration. The morning before the last, a group of about 200 young talented locals the city walls, in order rehearse for the final show. The show was to involve fire games, shows, music, duels, and such. The calibrations continued in the city as normal. As the sun set into the horizon for the last time of that festival, the city vanquished, together with all the people in it. The horrified group thought perhaps they had taken a wrong turn in the forest around the city, and searched for weeks for their home. Only after meeting many others who were searching for Firith-Annûn as well, they realized what had happened. Having no other option, the group split up, and each continued their life, never telling anyone what their true origin is, other to their children. Some went east; others went west, and a few north and south, spreading themselves well all around the world. Until today, no one knows why or where. Because of the great families which extended well beyond Firith-Annûn herself, it was not too hard at first for a Firith to find another Firith to mate. But a thousand years have passed, and the magical blood of the Firith is thinning, for in each generation there are less and less of their kind. It is rumored that a Firith can be anyone; an elf, a human, a troll, a dwarf… and can be of any alignment and occupation. They are rumored to excel in all their doings, for good or for bad. They are rumored to tell their true identity to none but their children which are a result of mating with another of their kind, and they will always, ALWAYS, recognize themselves. And most of all, they are rumored to all join together one day, and rebuild the glorious city of Firith-Annûn. For details: Group Captain: Shery Phone Number: 054-912222 Email: [email protected]
Changes have been made in the story. This is the new version. Note: When you read, imagine a nice combination of Galadriel´s voice over in "Lord of the Rings" (The movie) and the Chaplin in "The Hunchback of the Notre-Dame" (The Disney Musical Animation Version). This story does not begin with ´Once Upon A Time´. It doesn´t have a beginning. This story does not end with ´And They Lived Happily Ever After´. It doesn´t have an end. This story is told almost everywhere. Almost everywhere, it is completely different, yet it is completely the same. Unfolding here is the most common version of this story. My dear readers, I present to you: ~~~ The Tale of Firith-Annûn ~~~ As far as anyone old enough to remember remembers, there had always been the magnificent city of Firith-Annûn. Not one can reach far enough into the past to find its beginning, yet many of our elders can clearly remember the day the city vanished from our world. It was a miracle city. None can deny that. It was the city that every other city wished to be like. The streets were clean, the locals were happy, and the king and queen were not corrupted in a fashion kings and queens like to be. It was the only city where Orc and Elf could be friends – assuming, of course, they remained in the city gates, for once outside, they were enemies once again – where the dark elves of the Drow could walk tall and proud without fear of being recognized. Many whispering rumors suspected the city was magical, and that a certain type of magic flowed through the veins of those who lived in the city. So great was the city that it had arms extended to nearly every place in the world that was known. Every guild had a big house in the city. Every religion had a big temple in the city. Every beggar could find a place to stay for the night. The gold and the wine were flowing, and nothing was being cheaply used, even when freely given to outsiders. So wonderful was the city that nearly anyone who heard of it wished to see it with their own eyes; and the city gates were open from all directions to all folk. As a tradition, the king and queen were obliged to hold a festival once a year, to honor all the gods for allowing the city to exist. For a week long, no one left the city (despite the gates remaining open), but only entered to join the feasts and celebrations. The calibrations began on the first morning, and ended the 7th morning. Anyone was welcome. There were street parades, shows, fire works, dancing... It was a truly happy celebration. One year, the king and queen decided to throw an even bigger festival. That year, they sent out messengers to scout through out the land weeks in advance, specially inviting everyone who should stumble their way. Indeed, the occasion was marvelous. Kings and Queens, duchess, peasants… It was a marvelous celebration. The morning before the last, a group of about 200 young talented locals the city walls, in order rehearse for the final show. The show was to involve fire games, shows, music, duels, and such. The calibrations continued in the city as normal. As the sun set into the horizon for the last time of that festival, the city vanquished, together with all the people in it. The horrified group thought perhaps they had taken a wrong turn in the forest around the city, and searched for weeks for their home. Only after meeting many others who were searching for Firith-Annûn as well, they realized what had happened. Having no other option, the group split up, and each continued their life, never telling anyone what their true origin is, other to their children. Some went east; others went west, and a few north and south, spreading themselves well all around the world. Until today, no one knows why or where. Because of the great families which extended well beyond Firith-Annûn herself, it was not too hard at first for a Firith to find another Firith to mate. But a thousand years have passed, and the magical blood of the Firith is thinning, for in each generation there are less and less of their kind. It is rumored that a Firith can be anyone; an elf, a human, a troll, a dwarf… and can be of any alignment and occupation. They are rumored to excel in all their doings, for good or for bad. They are rumored to tell their true identity to none but their children which are a result of mating with another of their kind, and they will always, ALWAYS, recognize themselves. And most of all, they are rumored to all join together one day, and rebuild the glorious city of Firith-Annûn. For details: Group Captain: Shery Phone Number: 054-912222 Email: [email protected]