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The River People Story and Waystation Attunement Instructions

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For a very long time the River People held a Tower on an island in the middle of one of Orin Rakatha’s great rivers; their Tower colours were green and light blue.  The River People are an old race of human stock and they were one of the first people.  

For many years they were the craftspeople and artisans of Orin Rakatha; plying the waterways of the plane in their light, wooden craft, bringing entertainment and rare goods wherever they travelled.  Much of their rank and power was vested in creative and manufacturing skills, such that they included many artists, ensorcellers, empowerers and potion manufacturers.  These items they sold to other traders, as well as to any individuals who could afford them.  

The River People have a natural affinity for the Good and Nature Spheres and an almost innate ability to cast green magic.  They all have a love of water, particularly flowing streams and rivers, but a poor understanding and mistrust of the Evil sphere and those who use it.  Most also have some skill as performers and entertainers.

The River People were governed by a council of sages.  The most respected individuals of the River People, regardless of sex, were acclaimed as senior sages and entitled to attend the Council of the Commons.  From the ranks of the council was elected a chief, or head, sage who led the commons of the River People for seven years.  Those who were ear-marked for a place on council were made junior sages at an earlier age and could attend certain council meetings as spectators, though they had little other role to play until they were acclaimed as senior sages.

The River People were never great warriors, and they fared less well after the plane was altered by the Mystics and the Towers, Mists and Hordelings were created.  This restricted their movement and their trade, and they began to fear ambush and betrayal.  To counteract this threat new classes evolved in their society; these included their first true warriors, but also encompassed guards and frontrunners.  Guards were assigned to a specific group of people within the River Folk, whilst frontrunners became scouts, paddling light canoes ahead of and behind the main group; seeking safe routes and watching out for trouble.

Over forty years ago there was an alarming reduction in their numbers, which had been more or less stable for many years, due to the actions of the Kalid and the River People were poorly equipped to deal with such force of arms.  Efforts were made to train more warriors and the Tower members became close to reclusive.

Then, approximately twenty years ago, disaster struck.  The boats carrying the most senior sages of the River People to the Central Isle of the Mystics for the Time of Reckoning were all mysteriously lost, despite the fact that the waters were calm and the River People were expert boatspeople.  The Kalid were held responsible, though this was never proved, but it meant that the River People lost their Tower.

This had a devastating effect upon the River People.  No Tower would take the whole populace of the River People and they would not be divided, though in an effort to ensure that their military skills were maintained and developed selected individuals were temporarily apprenticed into specific towers for an agreed fee paid by the sages.  Over the following years Hordelings and continuing Kalid persecution took their toll.  No permanently safe place could be found and the numbers of the River People began to dwindle away.  

Following the loss of their Tower, when it seemed likely that the River People would be wiped from the face of Orin Rakatha, a mysterious individual named Madrigal came to the remnants of the River People and offered a route of escape to a place of promised safety.  At first the Commons of Sages rejected his offer, fearing more hardship or another Kalid trap, but in a closed session of only the most senior sages Madrigal was able to convince them, and plans were laid for the escape.

A gate was constructed and operated by Madrigal; a gate that would convey the River People to safety.  Few knew where it led, but the people trusted their sages.  Fearing a final Kalid attack careful plans were made to defend the portal.  Arrangements were made to close the gate against the Kalid if this proved necessary, even if it meant leaving some people behind.  

When the time came the Kalid did indeed assail the portal, but the River People were ready. The senior sages were some of the first to pass, but as the Kalid pressed in upon the gate Madrigal had no choice but to close it, as previously agreed, with a dozen of the River People still fighting in defence. Nobody knows what became of Madrigal.

The basic unit of River People society is the Familia.  It is made up of an older married couple and their extended family of siblings, children and other relations.  Several closely related Familia make up a Clan; these vary in size, but a person’s connection to the Clan is the most important social tie a River Person has. Senior clan members often act as Sages of the Commons.  Several Clans in turn form the Compania, a loose federation of related Clans that coexist on the main rivers and lakes of Orin Rakatha.

One Familia were from the River Silvershine Compania and so were people who poked their noses into all sorts of things they shouldn’t have.  One of these things was the Central Isle during a Time of Reckoning.  As a punishment (or maybe a reward depending on how you look at it) they became responsible for ferrying the Tower leaders to the Central Isle every Time of Reckoning (the only method of getting there).  This they did to the best of their abilities and everyone was generally happy with the arrangement.  The leader of this Familia became known as the Master of the Isles, as he or she controlled all boating on the Rainbow Lake. This Familia are rumoured to live on the three islands to the Northwest of the lake and this is where all the Tower leaders have to gather at the Time of Reckoning.

When the River People Tower leaders “disappeared” on their way to the Central Isle and the River People Tower was lost, the Kalid presumed that they would be able to take over the ferrying business.  However the Master of the Isles is a hereditary position instituted at the Mystics bequest and the Master of the Isles remains in the same family despite the River People losing their Tower.  The Kalid have tried on numerous occasions to breach the security of the three isles but to date they have always failed.

My lover’s gone, his boot’s no longer by my door

He left alone, and as I slept I felt him go

Returns no more, I will not watch the river

My lover’s gone, his mist-bound ship will never

Bring him home again

My lover’s gone, the child to seal our union

Will never be, the chance allowed to us has passed

I sing alone, while I watch the river

For he lives on, but surely mist-bound ships could

Bring him home again

My lovers gone, he stays upon a distant shore

His soul so strong, his spear and shield lie idle

He fights no more, so I will sail the river

To seek him out, and then the mist-bound ships will

Bring us home again


In order to attune yourself to the waystation you must first decipher the story of the River People, the guardians of this place.

Once you have understood their plight you can attune the waystation to the Spheres, Elements and physical prowess that you wish to gain benefit from.  Whoever is so attuned can gain from the benefits.

The Spheres are represented by three small cups, one for each Sphere; the Cup of Life, the Cup of Balance and the Cup of Death.  Choose the Sphere you wish dominant.  Place the blood of those to be attuned within the cup, saying the name of the Compania that the guardians come from and then Invoke using the cup.  That Sphere will become dominant for those attuned to it.

The Elements adorn the walls.  Choose the Element you wish to be dominant and release it from its frame, by heeding the Undines words and saying the name of the person who helped the River people escape Orin Rakatha.  Once the Element to be attuned is freed then either light it with the Burning Flame or with Waters Embrace.  Air, Lightning, Water and Darkness need the Burning Flame and Earth, Steel, Fire and Light need Waters Embrace.

Physical prowess can be decided by lighting the Fire Essence within the appropriate prowess cup and ensuring that the Calming Essence is lit within the other two prowess cups; whilst doing this say the title of the leader of the guardians.  There are three prowess cups, one for sharp one handed weapons, one for blunt one handed weapons and one for two handed weapons.  When the fire essence is lit in the appropriate prowess cup, the weapon type to be dominant should be named.

To complete the ceremony you must sing the song entitled, My Lovers Gone.

Last Updated on Friday, 29 August 2014 09:51

Song of the Towers

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In the Forest of Green Heart

The Laire Tinwe live free

Their treasure is knowledge

And always will be

The Fortress of Pentar

Vengeance they seek

Of the darkest of arts

The knowledge they seek

The Labyrinth of Xenos

A unified mind

And they claim ownership

Of all that they find

In the strong Kalid Nation

The fittest survive

With the strength of their arms

In battle they thrive

The Enclave of Saldor

In truth unified

Their belief in themselves

Is the source of their pride

The Halls of Sutekh

With their outdated style

With their keen mind and cunning

They’ll survive every trial

The Wizards’ Concillium

With their arcane arts

They manipulate magic

In all its eight parts

The power-hungry Dymwan

Seek knowledge, it’s said

They plunder the tombs

For the secrets of the dead

The Dai Fah Dyne seek a profit

Their purses to fill

One hand out in friendship

And one with the bill

The wealth of the Reader

Invested in Gests

Personal power

To the one who deals best

The House of the Weaver

Web shrouded it stands

Secrecy and loyalty

Two feet and six hands

Celestial Bureaucracy

Live in good health

Their focus of mind

Brings knowledge, power and wealth

The Heights of Halmadon

They’re good and they’re pure

They’ll gather their men

And they’ll crusade for law

Lizard people, Thissessin

Hear their ancestors’ call

They ways of tradition

Are held above all


Druids tending the land

Caring and sharing

Nuts and berries in hand

With Knowledge and power

The Shadowsfall now are one

Once guided by Mystics

Now beholden to none

The Valley Alliance

Determined they stand

Diverse and united

Exploring the land

Last Updated on Friday, 29 August 2014 09:51

Scrolls concerning Set and His Dark Majesty

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Lo unto the past do we look and into the future we gaze; the circle continues and what once was shall be again.

There was a time, not long after the first ones of the Great Halls arrived during a dark storm, that a being most foul was beheld.  The dews of morning still lay upon this new mysterious land and its Caretakers did still tend their garden.  However, not all the Caretakers tended their crop, some did judge them and weed out the unworthy.  Of those of Judgement was one whose dark breath did cause the unworthy to shrivel where they stood and His dark gaze made all tremble with fear, His fury destroyed all in its wrath.  Serpents played at His feet, guided by the Serpent Bearer, and where He walked His Judgement was felt.

Yet despite this the first ones were awed by His Dark Majesty, one greater than their own royal lineage, and they sought out His dark aura again and again, drawn like a Virgin unto the end of her innocence or a moth to the Flame.  Nothing like this had been encountered before and His dark malevolence did entice them to seek His favour, forgetting all previous allegiances to form another.  After a time the first ones learned how to treat with Him, offering due homage and standing tall among the grass, like Kings among their people and in sight of the Spheres.  Through time they did learn to resist his cruel attention, finally becoming His children and reaping the benefits of His stewardship and so it was that the Halls did split and settle in the North and South.

Many years of fascination and devotion passed and the perseverance of the Halls turned this devotion to worship, sprung from a small seed to blossom and embrace His darkness.  His dark majesty swelled and became more than He once was and so it was that the great Set became manifest and was at one with the Evil Sphere.  During this time the Caretakers roamed their garden less and less and His dark majesty became but a memory, yet His children did revere him still.  However, the years of devotion did bear fruit and the days of homage allowed what was Set to spread his wings like the great Eagle and fly from this land to pastures new to spread His word.  Far and wide did His word spread, reaching beyond the land, laying low those that opposed Him.

And so it was for an age and the first ones did prosper.  Yet as time progressed and the first ones diminished, the remaining children did yearn for their wayward parent to return.  As the ages turned, their desperation for the return of their sire increased and their devotion did waiver, as did their prosperity.  They did send out emissaries seeking signs of His Dark Majesty in order to regain their strength and renew their devotion.  Many lands they did travel, seeking signs to no avail, yet they did come across other children of Set.  However, to their horror these other children were the same, yet they were different, much stronger and more like the first ones – the difference was like the land serpent to the Sea Serpent.  They had forsaken the land of their birth.

And so it was that with their connection to Set weakened the children of the Halls did gather.  North and South came together as one once more, Twins in deed and thought, yet different from the first ones.  They did despair at their fall from grace and lament at their lack of devotion, the first ones seemed like giants compared to the children that now roamed the Halls.  A mighty task they did set themselves, to once more restore their strength and become devoted as before, like the first ones.  To stand against their enemies and remain firm.

The children set about for the return of His Dark Majesty, that they may restore themselves and swim the waters of the land like a Swan compared to the duckling.  So it came to pass at a great upheaval for the land.  Once more the Caretakers roamed their garden, stirred from their slumber to pass their Judgment and tend their crop.  The Halls did meet and those of the South did approach His Dark Majesty.  As they beheld each other nothing was familiar and the children did despair, The Black Pharaoh was evident, but Set had gone.  With nothing to bind them together, the voices of the Children were like a babbling brook and His dark gaze did fall upon them with disapproving eyes.

Yet the children of the South did persevere and beseech their wayward parent but were Judged and found to be wanting.  His dark fury was manifest and the wail of His dark voice did tear down walls and lay the Halls of the South to rest.  During His rage He failed to see the real threat to His Dark Majesty and in their folly did His children betray Him.  For hidden in the Shadows were a host ready to strike and lay Him low.  An ancient force of Law and their allies, who opposed His dark fury on the battlefield, had been guided by His nemesis and set upon His Dark Majesty.  A mighty battle did rage and He was laid low, not slain as His Majesty is too vast, but put to slumber, to stir no more upon this land.  His shackles were set and He was bound, split into eight and cast about where He fell.  In homage to this great struggle a Beacon was placed to honour the Knights that fell and hide the sleeping place of His Dark Majesty.

What remained of the children did retreat into their northern Halls, to take stock and seek guidance upon their failures.  Aghast that the power of Set was no more and that this Black Pharaoh was anathema to them, their words falling upon deaf ears.  In defeat did they seek new purpose, to once again learn the ways of His Dark Majesty, to speak with Him once more and be heard.  Only then could they reunite their Master with what was now the Black Pharaoh and restore the power of Set.  So plan they did.
To set the future the past must be observed, a new template created.  In their planning a sign was shown and once more did they set upon their path of renewal.  For the children to be reborn and the family reunited a new child must be made, one made anew from the past, not the present, rising from the ashes and so marked.  This child would be akin to the first ones, so that his parent will recognise and accept him, yet this child should be full with the power of Set.  Only when the two are reunited in one vessel can the children be reborn and claim the power and glory of the first ones.

And so the children did search among themselves for the child, but the ages did pass and none was Chosen.  The children had wandered too far from their path and he who must be Chosen would not come from among them, so their gaze did wander.  They searched far and wide for evidence of the Chosen, searching the ancient scriptures to see who was worthy, for details of the Chosen would be hidden in the past and in these words.  As it was, so shall it be.

The Chosen will be inextricably linked to both Set and the Black Pharaoh, chained by bonds that must be broken and able to withstand the clutches of Death and Shadow, standing firm against both and returning to the fight with fury and vigour.  He shall be a Lord to dread and bind his followers with chains of the Elements and Spheres.  Only a master of the game standing firm as a bastion against the throw of chaos can withstand what must be endured.

For this is the Chosen, who shall bind the Black Voice into the Darkness so they may be reunited once more.

And so it was written and the Keepers set their task.

Last Updated on Wednesday, 09 July 2014 14:24
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