prologue

THESE ARE THE AVONSEA ISLANDS, rugged peaks the rolling hills, gentle rains and the fierce winds blowing down from the glaciers across the dorsal sea. They are quiet Baranduine, land of folk and Fairborn, land of green and rainbows. They are the Five Sentinels, the windbreakers, barren peaks, huge, horned sheep, and multicolored lichen that grows eerily when the sun has set. let all seafarers beware the rocks of the channels near to the five!

They are Praetoria, most populous the civilized of the islands, where trade with the mainland is the way and cities dot the countryside.

And they are Eriador, untamed. she is a land of war, of hardy folk as familiar with sword as with the plow. A land of clans, were loyalties run as deep as blood and to fight a man is to fight all his kin.

Eriador, untamed. were the clouds hang low over rolling hills thick with green and the wind blows chill, even in the height of summer where the fairyborn, the elves, dance atop secret hills and rugged dwarves forge weapons that will inevitable taste of an enemy's blood within a year.

The tales of barbarian raiders, the huegoths, are long indeed, and many are the influences of what warlike people on the folk of Eriador. But never did the huegoths hold the land, never did they enslave the folk of Eriador. It is said among the clans of both Eriador and the barbarians islands that one Eriadoran was killed for every slain Huegoth, a score that no other civilized people could claim against the mighty barbarians.

Down from holes of Iron cross came the cyclopians, one-eyed brutes, savages and merciless. They swept across the land burning and pillaging, murdering any who could not escape the thunder of their charge. and there arose in Eriador a leader among the clans, Bruce Macdonald, the unifier, who brought together the men and women of the land and turned the tide of war. And when the western fields were clear, it is said that Bruce Macdonald himself carved a swath through the northern leg of the Iron Cross so that his armies could roll into the eastern lands and crush the cyclopians.

That was six hundred years ago.

From the sea came the armies of Gascony, vast kingdom south of the islands. And so Avon, the land that was Elkinador, was conquered and "civilized" But never did the Gascons claim rule of

Eriador in the north. The great swells and breakers of the dorsal sea swept on fleet aground, smashing the wooden ships to driftwood, and the great Wales destroyed another fleet. Behind the rallying cries of "Bruce MacDonald!" their hero of old, did the folk of Eriador battle every inch for their precious land. So fierce was their resistance that Gascons not only retreated but built a wall to seal off the northern lands, lands the Gascons finally declared untenable.

And with Eriador's continued resistance, and with war brewing among some of the southern lands, Gscond eventually lost interest in the islands and departed. Their legacy remains in the language and religion and dress of the people of Avon, but not in Eriador, not in the untenable land, where the religion is older than Gascony and where loyalty runs as deep ad blood.

That was three hundred years ago.

There arose in Avon, in Carlisle on the River Stratton, a wizard-king of great power who would see all the islands under his rule. Greensparrow was his name, is his name, a fierce man of high ambition and evil means. and evil was the pact that Greensparrow signed with Cresis who ruled the cyclopians, appointing Cresis as his first duke and bringing the warlike one-eyes into Greensparrow's army.Avon became his in a fortnight, all opposition crushed, and then did he turn his sights on Eriador. His armies fared no better than the barbaeians, than the cyclopians, than the Gascons.

But then there swept across Eriador a darkness that no sword could cut, that no courage could chase away: a plague that whispers hinted was inspired by black sorcery. None in Avon felt its ravages, but in all of free Eriandor, mainland and islands, two of every three perished, and two of every three who lived were rendered too weak to do battle.

thus did Greensparow gain his rule, imposing a truce that gave unto him all the lands north of Iron Cross. He appointed his eighth duke in the mining city of Montfort, which had been called caer MacDonald, in honor of the unifier.

Dark times were in Eriador; the Fairborn retreated and the dwarves were enslaved.

That was twenty years ago. That was when luthien Bedwyr was born.

this is his tail.

(this is only part 1 in 3 parts hop u like it)