Transcript of Book on baxtorian
The missing relics
Many artefacts of elven history were lost after the fourth age, following the departure of the elven colonies from these lands. The greatest loss to our collections of elf history were the hidden treasures of Baxtorian, specifically the rumoured Chalice of Eternity. Some believe these treasures are still unclaimed, but it is more commonly believed that dwarf miners recovered the treasure early in the 5th Age.
Another great loss was Glarial’s pebble, a key which allowed her family to visit her tomb. The pebble was taken by a gnome many years ago. It is hoped that descendants of that gnome may still have the pebble hidden in their cave under the Tree Gnome Village. Unfortunately the maze around that village makes it difficult to contact the gnomes to investigate this matter.
The fall of Baxtorian
The love between Baxtorian and Glarial was said to have lasted over a century. They lived a peaceful life learning and teaching the laws of nature. When their homeland in the far west was plunged into chaos by dark forces, Baxtorian left on a dangerous campaign that lasted for five years. He survived to return to this land, but found his people slaughtered and his wife taken by the enemy.
After years of searching for his love he finally gave up and returned to the home he made for Glarial under the Baxtorian Waterfall. Once he entered he never returned.Only he and Glarial had the power to enter the waterfall. Since Baxtorian entered, no-one else can follow him in, it’s as if the powers of nature still work to protect his peace.
The power of nature
Glarial and Baxtorian were masters of nature trees and flowers would grow, hills form and rivers flood on their command. Baxtorian in particular had perfected rune lore. It was said he could use the stones to control water, earth and air.
Ode to Eternity
(A short piece written by Baxtorian himself.)
What care I for this mortal coil,
where treasures are yet so frail,
for it is you that is my life blood,
the wine to my holy grail
and if I see the judgement day,
when the gods fill the air with dust,
I’ll happily choke on your memory,
as my kingdom turns to rust.