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    Sharpwind got a reaction from feanor x in [Golemus Golemicarum] The Legend Of Sharpwind Island   
    I'm not sure if this is the right place to post my story but geographically it's the closest place
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    Mine is the tale of an island.... Sharpwind island.... a small island south west of Golemus Golemicarum

    It is basically a huge rock shaped like a sphere and filled with caverns, a hard place that the wind hits all day and numerous whirlwinds constantly appear across it's coast.

    There are legends that the God of wind cursed this island, to be tormented forever by the winds... It is said that the caverns are winding endlessly like a huge maze, in the center of which lies, among other things, a nest of Reanaers* (commonly known as Windemons)... and all these to protect something, something long lost and forgotten...

    I don't really recall how I ended up there...A bunch of fishermen found me there living from the insects and the rats deep within the caverns.... They were astonished anyone could manage to live there and they named me after the island

    It took me 3 years to come to my senses thanks to the fishermen and a wise man that took me under his protection. He came to visit me every week cause I refused to leave the island and teached me things about the great principles and the coming of the Angiens... the Gods, the Demons, the Salvation as he put it

    He insisted that there was a prophecy... and my coming was fortold ... What role I would play ? He could not see "Time unfolds in numerous ways my son, he said, and you are but an infant, a tiny thread in the masterpiece this world is, a drop of water in the sea.... but sometimes it takes just that to flip the patterns or end the balance...

    Last month I left my island and sadly still... have no recollection of who I really am nor have I found my place and role in the world, but this is another tale, a tale that is just unfolding....

    For now just call me Sharpwind
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    The pilgrimage to the Angien Shrine and the legend of Xalazia

    After my journey from Sharpwind island to Golemus Golemicarum and to No Man's Land I heared the rumors everywhere I passed through "The egg hatched, the Angiens are here"

    From every face and every word I heard I finally knew it was true and I knew I had to see for my self.
    So I reached the land of Marind Bell and found the Angien Shrine on a remote island, and after seeing that noble and fragile creature I finally knew...

    The Angien unlocked my memory somehow and I remembered everything...
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    I come from a land far beyond Golemus Golemicarum and Sharpwind island a land called Xalazia where my people worship Reanaers* (Windemons) and Angiens and pray to the God of Wind.
    Xalazia was completely annihilated from an army of undead creatures and the handful of us Xalazians that remain are living underground and starving.
    I was the last knight of Xalazia and as such I was given a quest from our King, a quest to find the Reanaers and the Angiens so that we could destroy the foul beasts that are ravaging our lands before it is too late...

    But ... I FAILED .... The ship wrecked on the numerous whirlwinds of Sharpwind island and my crew drowned... I lost my memory when I hit my head on a rock during the shipwreck.... and spend more than 5 years on that cursed island without being able to remember who I am... I lost my mind and my reason and became like a beast, a mad man walking around the caverns, mumbling nonsense, eating rats, insects and fish to stay alive and having terrible nightmares every single night...

    There is probably no one alive in Xalazia anymore... but still ... I have to try... I have to get stronger and try to complete my quest... For Xalazia, I have nothing else left...

    My real name is not important anymore... Now I have a purpose... and I won't forget it ever again

    I'm Sharpwind the last Knight of Xalazia
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    *Reanaers (commonly known as Windemons)
    are wise and mighty creatures, and they are both feared and respected for their wit and ferocity in battle. They are the children of the God of wind, his messengers and the protectors of all secrets. They usually speak in riddles, observe everything but have no interest in the mortal world

    Very few people had the honor of ever seeing a Reanaer so stories differ about their appearance.
    In some stories they are described like small whirlwinds moving with incredible speed and tossing electric sparks as they spin,
    in other stories they are half whirlwind half demon, black eyed, emitting a mysterious silver light from their bodies and tossing lightning bolts burning opponents to the ground...

    There are even some legends that elder Reanaer have the ability to open a vortex to travel through space

    Whatever the case may be Reanaers existence is confirmed by numerous myths and legends but not by actual facts, so some scholars are skeptical about them
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    Sharpwind got a reaction from Jubaris in [Golemus Golemicarum] The Legend Of Sharpwind Island   
    I'm not sure if this is the right place to post my story but geographically it's the closest place
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    Mine is the tale of an island.... Sharpwind island.... a small island south west of Golemus Golemicarum

    It is basically a huge rock shaped like a sphere and filled with caverns, a hard place that the wind hits all day and numerous whirlwinds constantly appear across it's coast.

    There are legends that the God of wind cursed this island, to be tormented forever by the winds... It is said that the caverns are winding endlessly like a huge maze, in the center of which lies, among other things, a nest of Reanaers* (commonly known as Windemons)... and all these to protect something, something long lost and forgotten...

    I don't really recall how I ended up there...A bunch of fishermen found me there living from the insects and the rats deep within the caverns.... They were astonished anyone could manage to live there and they named me after the island

    It took me 3 years to come to my senses thanks to the fishermen and a wise man that took me under his protection. He came to visit me every week cause I refused to leave the island and teached me things about the great principles and the coming of the Angiens... the Gods, the Demons, the Salvation as he put it

    He insisted that there was a prophecy... and my coming was fortold ... What role I would play ? He could not see "Time unfolds in numerous ways my son, he said, and you are but an infant, a tiny thread in the masterpiece this world is, a drop of water in the sea.... but sometimes it takes just that to flip the patterns or end the balance...

    Last month I left my island and sadly still... have no recollection of who I really am nor have I found my place and role in the world, but this is another tale, a tale that is just unfolding....

    For now just call me Sharpwind
    -------------------------------------------------------------------------


    The pilgrimage to the Angien Shrine and the legend of Xalazia

    After my journey from Sharpwind island to Golemus Golemicarum and to No Man's Land I heared the rumors everywhere I passed through "The egg hatched, the Angiens are here"

    From every face and every word I heard I finally knew it was true and I knew I had to see for my self.
    So I reached the land of Marind Bell and found the Angien Shrine on a remote island, and after seeing that noble and fragile creature I finally knew...

    The Angien unlocked my memory somehow and I remembered everything...
    ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

    I come from a land far beyond Golemus Golemicarum and Sharpwind island a land called Xalazia where my people worship Reanaers* (Windemons) and Angiens and pray to the God of Wind.
    Xalazia was completely annihilated from an army of undead creatures and the handful of us Xalazians that remain are living underground and starving.
    I was the last knight of Xalazia and as such I was given a quest from our King, a quest to find the Reanaers and the Angiens so that we could destroy the foul beasts that are ravaging our lands before it is too late...

    But ... I FAILED .... The ship wrecked on the numerous whirlwinds of Sharpwind island and my crew drowned... I lost my memory when I hit my head on a rock during the shipwreck.... and spend more than 5 years on that cursed island without being able to remember who I am... I lost my mind and my reason and became like a beast, a mad man walking around the caverns, mumbling nonsense, eating rats, insects and fish to stay alive and having terrible nightmares every single night...

    There is probably no one alive in Xalazia anymore... but still ... I have to try... I have to get stronger and try to complete my quest... For Xalazia, I have nothing else left...

    My real name is not important anymore... Now I have a purpose... and I won't forget it ever again

    I'm Sharpwind the last Knight of Xalazia
    -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------

    *Reanaers (commonly known as Windemons)
    are wise and mighty creatures, and they are both feared and respected for their wit and ferocity in battle. They are the children of the God of wind, his messengers and the protectors of all secrets. They usually speak in riddles, observe everything but have no interest in the mortal world

    Very few people had the honor of ever seeing a Reanaer so stories differ about their appearance.
    In some stories they are described like small whirlwinds moving with incredible speed and tossing electric sparks as they spin,
    in other stories they are half whirlwind half demon, black eyed, emitting a mysterious silver light from their bodies and tossing lightning bolts burning opponents to the ground...

    There are even some legends that elder Reanaer have the ability to open a vortex to travel through space

    Whatever the case may be Reanaers existence is confirmed by numerous myths and legends but not by actual facts, so some scholars are skeptical about them
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