One's name, is a water in One's pocket, but they call me Niaro, the Wize nd the Drinker. And this coyote Niaro, brings new worlds to appear... I'll share a glimpse of a role-playing project, cooked the last two years:
As it is still on the polishing bench, Guilds and Demons, surely will invite you, to some amazing PnP intrigue, in the style of D&D and Talislanta.
I am waiting for one beautiful creature to finish the art, and very soon we will roll on!
Here, I will expose the first part, from one of the story chapters... for your pleasure to read. Hope you enjoy!
A Kingdom Forlorn
Part I - The scrolls of Saros'an and Avmirat
The dark shadows of the last age long covered the knowledge possessed by the world of the two cities Saros'an and Avmirat. The empires which they founded and led were forgotten, like never existed. No single word had come from the deep stillness of the ruins of Saros'an, no voice was heard beneath the mounds of Avmirat. It would then have seemed a dream of impossible things to hope that some future day would discover buried libraries in these mounds, filled with books, in which knowledge of great merit dwells.
The long-lost languages in which these books were written were partly recovered, that men could read them and spell properly. From these long-lost, even forgotten materials the history of Saros'an and Evmirat has become known, but indeed, the most important remained hidden. Amongst all the great discoveries, there were several scrolls excavated, which would open a medicine door, as some say, for those who unroll them and listen with keen sense. Seven by number, parts from set of ten, five from the libraries of Avmirat and two from Saros'an, these scrolls held the key to supreme power... and eternal immortality.
But alas, this ale was not ready to drink, as haste and impatience of men, are not known to the gods, neither are consistent in their deeds. The Artosians first tried to feed their hungry souls from the essence of the scrolls, but the missing three were needed, to complete the key held betwixt the symbols. From a bad seed, and evil chance, Bevadel Kaos, ruler of Artos, had the first touch of the seven scriptures. Favored, by the sharp mind and consistent work, of his Vaalanar monks, had the scrolls translated, for the pleasure of his curiosity ascent. That chance, this moment... he glimpsed the spark, that would start his own stake. He read, over and over the translations, decoding fully the message, and understood what a immortal treasure, the scrolls kept. Swallowed by something bigger than himself, Bevadel held the secret, as newborn, deep in his heart, in the shadow of his innermost being. Many of the knowledgeable, in the essence of the scrolls, concealed deep in their symbols, perished one by one, surely from the hand of mortal, send to set clean their death. Those left alive, were sure to keep their tongues, if not to be cut. Long search from many guilds and adventures, had been led on the possible trails, as Bevadel gave fair price for the possession of the missing parts of the scroll set. Fair, how dare... No price would be enough, if the true power held in the scrolls, was ever announced. But all secrets are doomed to be revealed. And this time came. Whilst no sign or word from the missing "Three History Scrolls" as Bevadel claimed them before the hasty for wealth hunters, appeared - the King became despair. The fear rotted and weakened his heart. And with no more roots to hold it, the newborn slipped and fell vivid, for the eye of the vermin, crawling beneath, amongst the dirtiest parts of the kingdom.
The world of rumors, is like underground maze with halls and tunnels. The echo strikes with ease the furthest twist and corner. Bevadel suffered from his own echo and was forced to raise the shields of Artos, to the north and to the west, as Yael Iontar, leading the Harkens, known for his peaceful and diplomatic rulership, and Jew'laker Ofsgal, king of the Surmess Kingdom, by deceive manner and false reasons stepped into Artosian domain. The King realized - the cloth of silence had been lifted. By what chance, or whom tongue, his rage could not disclose. And as many suffered his anguish, the spell has been cast on all Artos.
As it is still on the polishing bench, Guilds and Demons, surely will invite you, to some amazing PnP intrigue, in the style of D&D and Talislanta.
I am waiting for one beautiful creature to finish the art, and very soon we will roll on!
Here, I will expose the first part, from one of the story chapters... for your pleasure to read. Hope you enjoy!
A Kingdom Forlorn
Part I - The scrolls of Saros'an and Avmirat
The dark shadows of the last age long covered the knowledge possessed by the world of the two cities Saros'an and Avmirat. The empires which they founded and led were forgotten, like never existed. No single word had come from the deep stillness of the ruins of Saros'an, no voice was heard beneath the mounds of Avmirat. It would then have seemed a dream of impossible things to hope that some future day would discover buried libraries in these mounds, filled with books, in which knowledge of great merit dwells.
The long-lost languages in which these books were written were partly recovered, that men could read them and spell properly. From these long-lost, even forgotten materials the history of Saros'an and Evmirat has become known, but indeed, the most important remained hidden. Amongst all the great discoveries, there were several scrolls excavated, which would open a medicine door, as some say, for those who unroll them and listen with keen sense. Seven by number, parts from set of ten, five from the libraries of Avmirat and two from Saros'an, these scrolls held the key to supreme power... and eternal immortality.
But alas, this ale was not ready to drink, as haste and impatience of men, are not known to the gods, neither are consistent in their deeds. The Artosians first tried to feed their hungry souls from the essence of the scrolls, but the missing three were needed, to complete the key held betwixt the symbols. From a bad seed, and evil chance, Bevadel Kaos, ruler of Artos, had the first touch of the seven scriptures. Favored, by the sharp mind and consistent work, of his Vaalanar monks, had the scrolls translated, for the pleasure of his curiosity ascent. That chance, this moment... he glimpsed the spark, that would start his own stake. He read, over and over the translations, decoding fully the message, and understood what a immortal treasure, the scrolls kept. Swallowed by something bigger than himself, Bevadel held the secret, as newborn, deep in his heart, in the shadow of his innermost being. Many of the knowledgeable, in the essence of the scrolls, concealed deep in their symbols, perished one by one, surely from the hand of mortal, send to set clean their death. Those left alive, were sure to keep their tongues, if not to be cut. Long search from many guilds and adventures, had been led on the possible trails, as Bevadel gave fair price for the possession of the missing parts of the scroll set. Fair, how dare... No price would be enough, if the true power held in the scrolls, was ever announced. But all secrets are doomed to be revealed. And this time came. Whilst no sign or word from the missing "Three History Scrolls" as Bevadel claimed them before the hasty for wealth hunters, appeared - the King became despair. The fear rotted and weakened his heart. And with no more roots to hold it, the newborn slipped and fell vivid, for the eye of the vermin, crawling beneath, amongst the dirtiest parts of the kingdom.
The world of rumors, is like underground maze with halls and tunnels. The echo strikes with ease the furthest twist and corner. Bevadel suffered from his own echo and was forced to raise the shields of Artos, to the north and to the west, as Yael Iontar, leading the Harkens, known for his peaceful and diplomatic rulership, and Jew'laker Ofsgal, king of the Surmess Kingdom, by deceive manner and false reasons stepped into Artosian domain. The King realized - the cloth of silence had been lifted. By what chance, or whom tongue, his rage could not disclose. And as many suffered his anguish, the spell has been cast on all Artos.
