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The Return of Last Hero .. Dentch

Given the almost the end of our journey and the fact that NOBODY and I repeat no one has done the last Pov (very badly, the next campaign will be stramegaipersuperobbligatorio!) With the publication of Bg.

start with some excerpts of what MK;)

The child, when born, was given a fancy name for those who could read the source: "light from the mountain" could be the meaning according to the same ancient language Goeh'yama which is the name of the mountain above the village of Doun'vik.
In the region of Doune, in the "vik" or his own village largest, this baby was born in the first hour of the first sunny day after 5 weeks of ice and snow storms. It was the winter more rigid than ever living memory recall, and people enjoy in this land of great strength and no small waves. It was dawn and the sun unexpectedly intense lighting is the opposite side to Goeh'yama, emerging vertically from the great chasm that divides the slowly south of the great mountain. As soon as the room warms `rays enter through the small windows left vacated by snow and heavy curtains of the private, the mother gift is his life to this little child of the woods.
On the floor, on the skin and between the covers just before where the woman waited languishing and groaning, lying by only a small frugoletto, covered in blood, soil and leaves already dried. Thus I
born children of the Druids, although this particular still possessed a father, a man from the village, which until its very last breath I love `the woman never knew the age but with whom he shared love, happiness is an only child. `He was not surprised when her hair between her fingers that until just before he was stroking became as thin ferns, faded and then turned into powder when the child uttered her first cry. Moved
, sad and happy, his son `clean with his own tears, put two of dried leaves in her little arms and slender waist and drew him` the great wolf lying in the `little more on floor beside his only son that she gave birth that day. Finally, I call `the two infants according to the teachings that his girlfriend had shared with him:" light from the mountain "and" young wolves ".
Caljyama Doun'Hik. Usually they call Cal'nj Hik, Cal's essay in the valley, but more often Cal'manj, the mad Cal.

In the dialect of the valley, apostrophizes-literally-every person with the most marked characteristic, in its wisdom Caliyama ('nj) or absence (' Manji) although you should laugh or be insulted. But it was undoubtedly the knowledge that the young son of a druid had on plants, shrubs, berries, solar and lunar cycles, weather, growth plants and animals, rivers and hardness of ice, compact snow, rock strength, durability 'of a cave, age of trees and shrubs, `fertility of the land, the purity of silt and nutrients of the ashes, all inherited by his father, but according to a tradition far more ancient. Bugbear of

were enraged to kill a single parent: a group of madmen from the town to the south wanted more even split the large mountains just to get the most amount of mithril possible operation in which the village is obviously opposed. It was so `that the" citizens "stirred up bugbears of many tribes to turn against vik and usurp control of the mines also not sure of the` diverted to these creatures, also paid mercenaries who thought it best to bring along some kobolds and some goblins.
That which was excited in those days is remembered in the annals preserved in the "public room" of the library from the old Doqeon, master of the village, as the nights of the claw and arrows ", the village was attacked for 10 consecutive nights, using the weariness of the population, the fine view of the bugbears, goblins and the aims of the contempt for the lives of mercenaries. During the first sunset of the seventh night, Cal and his father's hut located far outside the town, was hit by one of the bestial tribes, and the man was still preparing to go down to the village premature and was overwhelmed by the arrival of the enemy. Lot `,` all right if lot. And he was also the better of the two explorers, but in spite of his temper and his desire for life, never reached more Vivio the village.
Three days later it turned her son, still young Caliyama, together with the army more strange that the village would never have imagined: the lightning from the sky illuminate that last night as the day of his birth and the soil itself seemed had inspired so many snakes, squirrels, mice and kept himself from the smallest creatures of Mother Earth to revolt against the usurpers. Birds of all sizes in flight clutching arrows and bows snatched the goblin. It was a night with the breath of the breeze and glorious dawn of the battle and all traces of the enemy `vanished among the trees and fractures of rocks.
The day of mourning was born soon after: the graves were dug, friends and relatives killed lying in them, and finally buried in the ground clear of Doune.
Caliyama was not in the country at that time. It was much more high above his cabin ransacked, at the foot of a cliff, his hands ragged and dirty the ground with his brother wolves had dug to bury his father. Last two tears fell on his face torn man before covering it completely. I entrust it to the `common genetrice and smiled sadly as she saw him at last with his beloved wife died many years ago.
Uyon'su Everyone knew, the young wolf Caliyama. Everyone knew
Caliyama.
But everyone ignored what happened in the days before the "Battle of the earth and light." The young
Caliyama seeking help from the `men who refused him, and the forest. Druids were the same to be found the sixth night after his departure, his face sad, but joyous eyes. They told him just as death is the largest wealth of the earth, the birth of its most powerful weapon. The young boy `intimately decode words and big tears flooded the eyes, cheeks and rigarono wet hands.
`It was then that I participate in the first ritual: the death and birth ... of a flower, which lengthens ` winding from the ground and bloom in a few 'twinkling of an eye, a corolla dark like the eyes of a man of Doune, and ruffled petals and clear as the skin of an adult who has always lived in the mountains. Shaking the hands of two creatures dressed in leaves and bark, was welcomed into the circle of Druidic order to share in Doune and early `secrets.

Volle, Because, always live in the hut where he was born and buried near where his father `. Never alone, always together with his brother, a young wolf yet of his own age. She cared for many years in the valley, mountains and people who lived or passed through that land. Discover
`` many things beyond the great mountain, past the step of Goeh, rough and cold in the highlands where proud clan of dwarves and men for generations were put to the test with the harshness of rock `. Unless

`Doun'vik again from the dead more complete than it consumes every living thing inside, and sucking the life scatter.
water is the spirit,
Vena narrow riverbed,
meat as Silver.
Death is burning the wicked intent.
The "dead burning" is almost blows consumption is the village in a couple of weeks if the Druids did not mandate Cal'nj and a select group of adventurers to find and eradicate the source.
Everything happened towards the end of a winter three years ago, when the days get brighter and cold air dries everything and you dry lips in a flash: witches, reanimated corpses, disfigured and deformed animals and a voice ... shrill, unnatural, like blood squeezed through the cracks of a rock, as compressed and life crumbled under the pressure of a spring. Three large scars on his left arm is all that is that now remains of that history, the mines were cleared and reopened, the village cared for and restored.
But then, his name still Cal'nj from one return to become more and more often Cal'manj, and the crowds Caliyama recommenced to live apart, maintain its plants and its animals, to share the cold and thirst with his brother wolf.