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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Lars Frehse" data-source="post: 313627" data-attributes="member: 1674">Free your mind part 4 of 5Warken motioned them to sit down around a small campfire in the middle of the camp. The stars and the moons were shining down at them, and the Unseeing brought them fruit and vegetables which they served with cidre and fresh wine.Once they had eaten, Warken cleared his throat:" Jan, I know you must be burning with curiosity. So, I will tell you how we met your mother and what we know about her."It was about twenty years ago, when we lived at the western fringes of the Kelder mountains between Lageni and Durrover. You see, we never stay long anywhere. After all, we have to fear both the divine races and what you call "titanspawn". The other slitheren broods mistreat and ridicule us like their creators did with Golthain, and the "Divine races" hunt us because we are what we are: Ratmen."So, we move through the lands, trying our best to stay aloof of the conflicts that rage all over Ghelspad."Twenty years ago, I was just patrolling the proximity of our camp, when I found a single human woman. Her fur was as red as yours is now, Jan, and it was clear that she was pregnant and sick. Ususally, we don't interfere with the dealings of other species, but I felt compassion, and so I decided to bring her back into our camp."There, we cured her of her diseases, and we helped her give birth. You were a healthy little lad".The face of the ratmen, who had been cheerfully relating the story so far, darkened, and sadness creeped into his voice:"But your mother, she was wasting away. We used all of our druidical and arcane powers, but nothing seemed to help her. She couldn't have been much older then you are now, yet it seemed as if the time that was given to her in this world had ended, like it does for old beings, who have lived a long and fulfilled life... Though young, she died of old age.""But how can that be, when she was young?", Jan interrupted."Well, I don't know how to tell you this. But one of the things we noticed when we examined her was that she was engulfed in an aura of magic.""What does that mean?""It could mean many things. She could have come from another plane of existence, like the Heavens or from Hell... Or the reason could be completely different. One thing is clear, though: She was not a human being.".Jan was stunned. At last he had found out more about his mother and now he found out that she turned out to be even be more mysterious then she had been before. After he had regained his calm, he ended the silence that had settled around the campfire:"I see. Please tell me more."."When you were old enough to be carried, we helped her cross the Kelder mountains so that she could get to a village of which we knew that there were people with a kind heart. We gave her this good luck charm that I had crafted and left her outside that village. Then, after we were sure that some villagers had taken care of her, we left again, never to see you again until this day."."What did she look like?"."She looked like a beautiful human woman. Her long red hair fell down to her round buttocks and she was well shaped. Her skin had the color of milk and she had green eyes. But wait, I will create you a picture.".Now, Warken cast a spell and then uttered a wish for a picture of the woman. He had just pronounced the last syllible, as a piece of parchment appeared in front of his. On it, there was a realistic picture of a beautiful, sensual redhaired woman.Warken picked it up and handed it to Jan, who was silently admiring the image of his mother. After burning the image into his mind and when he was sure that he would never forget it, even if he lost the picture, he carefully rolled it up and put it into a scrollcase that Trepat handed him.Jan said:"I think I have to thank you. Both for saving me and my mom back then and for being so kind now.".Warken shook his head:" There is no reason to thank us. We only did what we had to do. There is one favor I would like to ask you and your friends in return though: When you are back in touch with your people, please don't mention neither us nor our camp.".All of the adventurers agreed, and they all settled down to sleep peacefully in the emcampment of the Unseeing. On the next day, they said goodbye to their hosts and rode of to Mullis Town which they reached after a few uneventful days.Mullis Town was a bustling Trading Town, on the route between Vesh and Mithril. It was a town where money got you everything and everyone, and apart from trade, there was money to be made in the mines and the archeological sites. For Torn, there was something even more interesting about Mullis Town though: It was here where his grandfather had stolen the legendary "Book of Death" some decades ago...</blockquote>

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