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                   The Annals of Dwarf and Company

                               Prologue

                      scribed by Tryslora Eloran
                              Deb Atwood


        Greetings to those who now read this story.

        I am called Tryslora Eloran, and this is the beginning of the Annals of
Dwarf and Company.  I will tell you now that this work is written long after
the events have happened, so some events may not come clearly in the writing.
I am scribing from the sources of the early notes of my small friend Khyron,
the journals of Marik Thelandarkin, and from my own memory.  Some events have
become hazy in my mind with time, but I have tried to record them as they
seemed to me and my companions when they occurred.  At the time, we often did
not know things that I know now (is not that always the situation?) and I have
tried to preserve our confusion in my records.  Of course, some of the
confusion does come from my hazy memory of the facts, so bear this in mind as
well.  The memories of even the most earth shattering events still fade with
time.

        First, I will endevour to introduce you to the charter members of Dwarf
and Company (long before we ever took that name), back when we first met,
thanks to the efforts of Marik and Blackstaff.

        Our adventures took place in the Forgotten Realms.  When we began, we
totalled but 7 adventurers, and knew nothing of each other save our names and a
little of our abilities.

        First, there was Malgrym Stonefist, a dwarven warrior who had been cast
out of his lands to the north.  Although he was young, he was the chosen ruler
of his lands, and hoped to one day regain his lands from the orcs who had
forced his people out.  Malgrym was a very religious warrior, and wore special
armor and a shield emblazoned with the seal of his god.  He was also very
stubborn, and often very humorless, much to our halfling friend's amusement.

        Next, there was Khyron, our halfling friend.  For lack of a better
term, I shall call him a thief.  He termed himself a fighter with a few special
abilities.  Naturally, those special abilities easily got our whole group into
trouble more often than not.  However, Khyron was an adorable, incorrigable
little man, looking like nothing more than a human child.  He had a zest and
enthusiasm for life, but often a disregard for danger.

        Marik Thelandarkin, mentioned before, was a mage.  It was he who had
learned of a plot to kill the 7 of us, and he had worked to gather us together
with the aid of Blackstaff (the powerful wizard who helped us for reasons of
his own, unknown to us).  Marik is an elf, from the western sea coast, and
again, he was young for his learning.  He told us later he learned magic at an
alarming rate compared to his compatriots, shocking the other elves who
preferred to study at a more sedate pace.  He also differed from the other
elves in his interest in the world around him.  At the time we first met, the
elves were leaving the world, going into hiding it appeared, yet Marik didn't
approve of their plan.

        We had a second mage, Wylderon Lordfinder, a gnome who preferred the
magic of illusion.  Wylderon came to us from the court and knew little of the
wilds and warfare.  He often seemed battle shy, for the ways were unknown to
him and seemed unneccessarily rough.  He also learned swiftly that courtly
manners had little place in the real world where someone's word may not be
true.  Still, he had a way with illusion that often surprised the enemy into
believing his spells were truly cast.

        Eloril Sebastian came to us a follower of Tymora, the Goddess of Luck
and Fortune.  His ways quickly gained him a follower from Khyron (what do
halfling's revere more than luck?) and he was very devout in his ways,
spreading the word of Tymora wherever we traveled.  At first, though, he seemed
a solemn human to me, and we knew very little about him.

        A human druid called Corbin Lewis traveled with us.  His love for
nature caused trouble in our group at first, for the city bred among us did not
understand the ways of nature, as did those of us who had grown up in the
forestlands.  Corbin was quiet in his own ways, but always kind to the animals,
usually sharing a tidbit of his meal.

        And finally, myself.  As I stated before, I am called Tryslora Eloran.
I am half-elven, raised in early childhood by my elven mother, but then
orphaned by a raid upon my village.  I ran into the forest and was found by
Lharave, the Harper, who cared for me and trained me as a ranger.  I had
remained with her, although the outside world seemed to beckon to me, until the
day when Marik and Blackstaff arrived.

        When we first met, we averaged but 16 human years (or the equivalent).
All our mentors had noticed our aptitude for our chosen profession.  We did not
know it, but we were already being termed "The Young Ones" and there were those
who moved to destroy us.

        Marik, studying hard at the magical academy, learned of a plot against
himself and others.  Realizing that something very strange was happening, he
researched the situation and found that Malgrym, Corbin, Eloril, Khyron,
Wylderon and myself were in like danger.  In his attempts to contact us, he was
aided by Blackstaff the mage, who helped Marik travel to contact us.  One by
one Blackstaff carried Marik and his growing group of companions to meet each
of us and convince us of the danger that awaited us.  Some of us could not
believe that our friends could endanger us, but still, there was something
compelling about the situation so we all accompanied Marik.

        Once we seven were present, Blackstaff ended our journey in the midst
of a large desert.  He simply left us there, stating that he could aid us no
farther, but letting us know where we were.  We stood upon the warm sands,
staring at each other, at our strange new companions and began the
introductions.  This occurred on April 14th, in the Year of Shadows.






(c) 1990 Deb Atwood

Based upon the AD&D game run by Mike Fonte from 9/88 to 6/90, including the
players of Deb Atwood, David Bicking, Wayne Kotary, Michael Kutny, John Murphy,
Michael Rizzo, James Robertson, Michael Scacia, Gene Spagnuolo, and Marc Unger.