The Recycle Bin

[Matt Larkin (author)]

Well, since I may never get back to it: The Sword of Destiny

Unfortunately, I didn't get around to typing most of my ideas, but maybe something will spark an idea for someone else.

[Wensleydale]

This is something I came up with a while ago as a possible setting, but as I haven't worked on it...


"It is long since we have believed we know the world truely, child, but I do not think that we know all. Life is such a fleeting and colossal illusion that it would by its very definition take eternity to catalogue just one unchanged moment. Such is the paradox of the Ankh, the spinning web of time."

- Atramman, Lecturer of the Eternal College

"Few people see what the Magi see, but few truely care. The darkness merges into light until they are both the same, and nothing is unique but the tiny star of personality. People ask us what we do, yet the answer is simple. We stare into the golden pool of Ankh and learn..."

- Mytham-Ardam, dwarf of the Golden Pool

"They say the islands were formed by magic, and infused with magic, and bound together by the nine rings. We of the bright tower see more than that, and less. The world is formed as one, and the islands are only part of that one."

- Maal, Seer of the Tower

The Mashaad was born from light, in light, without light, but the Six Islands were broken by time and the covenant shattered beneath the darkness. The Alam, Murunt and Dumar were split. The great tribe of the Alam, also known as the Shorter, or the Dwarves, cracked beneath war and fear, and now the three parts face one another from the furthest corners of the islands. The Murunt, or manlings, hid within their walls of stone and built great institutions, naming their lands the 'Shieldings'. The advanced Dumar disappeared from the world totally... until now.

This is the Mashaad.