Transcript of Book on baxtorian

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The missing relics

Many artifacts of elven history were lost after the second age. The greatest loss to our collections of elf history were the hidden treasure of Baxtorian.

Some believe these treasures are still unclaimed, but it is more commonly believed that dwarf miners recovered the treasure at the beginning of the third age.

Another great loss was Glarial's pebble, a key which allowed her ancestors to visit her tomb. The stone was stolen by a gnome family over a century ago.

It is still believed taht the gnomes ancestor Gorlie still has the stoned hideen in the caves under the gnome tree village.

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The sonnet of Baxtorian

The kive between Baxtorian and Glarial was said to have lasted over a century. They lived a peaceful life learning and theaching the law of nature.

When Baxtorian's kingdom was invaded by the dark forces he left on a five year campaign. He returned to find his people slaughtered and his wife taken by the enemy.

After years of searching for his love he finally gave up, he returned to the home he made for himself and Glarial under the bactorian waterfall. Once he entered he never returned.

Only glarial had the power to also enter the waterfall. Since Baxtorian entered no one but her can follow him in, it's as if the power of nature still work to protect him

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The power of nature Glarial and Baxtorian were masters of nature. Trees would grow, mountains form and rivers flood all to there command. Baxtorian in particular had perfected rune lore. It was said that he could use the stones to control water, earth and air. Click here to close window

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Ode to eternity

A short piece written by Baxtorian himself

What care I for this mortal coil, where treasures are yet so frail, for it is you that is my life blood, the wine to my holy grail

and if i see the judgement day, when the gods fill the air with dust, i'll happily choke on your memory, as my kindom turns to rust.



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