Shireroth

OOC: Not sure where I am going to take this, but people, please contribute, I enjoy these kind of dialogue things.
IC:

Ozarka walked along the narrow forest trail, just south of Azshara. It was a windy day and the sun occasionaly speckled through the overhanging canopys and allowed him a little more visability than the glowing white staff did.

A leaf crunched under his foot and a twig snapped, and for some reason it seemed as if time had warped. He found himself a few paces ahead of himself, looking down onto a rock.

He looked closely as an engraving caught his eye. For a second it seemed as if the symbol was merely coincidental, but brushing back the dirt from the stone and eventually lifting it out onto the ground, he could clearly make out the text

Here lies a grave, not touched before,
here lies a dagger, to settle the score
Humans and elves, not made to dwell,
With each other it seemed,
for the others blood the ground now screamed,
dead are the bodies, gone are the souls,
the tales now gone, the legends not told

Yet hope anewed has come to pass,
the sand falls down the hour glass,
Doom to all! Destruction reign!

The Ardashir, never seen again!

Rebel the elves, and humans alike!
Take up your arms, resume the strife!

Take the city, seize it's throne!
Reclaim the land, take back your home!
This soul now haunt you, forever more,
Until you come, and settle this score

Ionnina Kavala,
Elfinshi Archmage

Ozarka sighed,
It seemed the magic still lay around.

As he looked up he saw the leaves begin to swirl,
and out of it came the shape of an elf, in
almost druidic form. As the leaves swirled again
something fell to the ground, the dagger.

(That was beautiful, Oz.)

OOC: In time, this visit would be after whichever battle Jonas and I are about to have when we get organised and have it
For those reading this post years after, that is the second major battle between us, just before David goes and ... (well, it hasn't happened yet so I can't tell the others. For those in the future, I'm sure you can guess)

Andreas was walking the land of Illumination. The actions of David troubled him, and he had decided to come here, to the land that Count Sebastien (then Ozarka) had fled after the troubles in Hallucigrad.

It was a most bizzarre place. It seemed ... frozen in time. Like it had been developed, and then left. Andreas had already been troubled by the Count's words ... he seemed to think it had been only a year or two he had been in Illumination before he had returned, and yet Andreas knew it to be at least five centuries. Was the whole county frozen in time? Had the count been stolen from the past? And what had happened to Cerune and the Russell clan? The history books stopped suddenly, as if they were still being written. Andreas would have to investigate further. But as he walked a narrow forest trail, just south of Azshara, he came across some writing, and smiled. Here, at least, was a prophecy being fulfilled. "The Ardashir, never seen again!" He mulled over the words. Perhaps it was a relative of the current Ardashir, the same name cropping up centuries later? Perhaps he would never know. Still, he resolved to find out more in this county. In particular, he had to ascertain whether the Envisioning Stone still existed, for if it did .... there was hope for Old Halluci yet.

Andreas proceeded to have a series of adventures too exciting to be recounted before the Kildarian Time Wars game was released. At the end, he had "recovered" the Illumination Envisioning Stone to be returned to Old Halluci ....

Stolen/"Recovered": 1 Envisioning Stone