Sect of Ninjas and Assassins:
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Iaido himself founded the Guild, a thief of great ability who could even pickpocket an enemy in battle, and who with the proper tools could open even the most locked door. He knew where to hide, and taught so well his students that many surpassed him and became more feared than shadows themselves. Such ones were Linflas gifted of his god with remarkable reflexes, Azizi who hid in plain sight, Wuuf the Bika who always shot from the darkness, the mysterious Alex Ander who knew the secret of speed and whose end is uncertain, and of course Leyla Shadowseek, accomplished spy who could severe a head silently and disappear before the body had fallen to the ground - one of the few who mastered the martial techniques of the crystal blade that alluded others.


Hall of Warriors:
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You will easily recognize Leif the Valiant, also called the Giant from the North, by his red hair: even Death could not corrupt him. He's a great Warrior of unequalled strength, whom no portal of evil could ever bar if there was injustice afoot. He once was the best friend of Stamm Bladecaster, but the discovery of the Shield of Darc, in the years of the Troubled Age, divided them: the power of the shield overwhelmed even Stamm's will eventually, and he chose to become an outcast rather than killing his old companions in one of his rages of battle. A sad story, because he was the last of his kind, and many dwarven secrets were lost with him.
The Council never allowed the Guild to take care of his remains, due to the killing of several councilors during one of his unstoppable frenzies.
But the power of Darkness didn't stop here and eventually destroyed the entire Guild of Fighters: the best warriors, like Daroou blessed of the spirits of the wild or Hisssa the bladeless killer, became lone wolves, hunting by themselves. Halk the Barbarian inherited the malevolent armor, resistant to its effects, and hurled himself against the armies of Lord Chaos, until he found peace, leaving only scattered, terrified demons to be easily vanquished by the Council.
Some say Sonja She Devil was already stained by evil...but only she could lift the Axe of Doom, forged long ago by the Dwarven Lords, to protect their fortress. And so she did, though their race had departed since then. She would not say where she had been, nor how she found the strength to weild the great axe that bested other warriors with its weight.

Priests Temple:
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The noble Zed Duke of Banville was a dilettante: he studied all crafts, traveled the seven seas, and went where no other human did. He was immensely knowledgeable and could read almost all languages, speak them all, and even knew by instinct the ways of the world. He owned the Trumpet of Terror, a heirloom in his family; this artifact had been used in every war and seeded doubt and fright in the heart of every enemy of the city. 
Some of the best defenders of the city are in the Guild of Priests: Hawk the Fearless of noble origins and Elija Lion of Yaitopya (blessed with extraordinary health through his long devotions to his religeon) are very reknown heroes, for example. Every good child knows the Legend of Mophus the Healer, the white armored, the Saint of our city. The one who had the fortitude to bear the heavy Armour of Lyte and save us all many times. And every bad child remembers also Wu Tse Son of Heaven when the thoughts are of punishment, as she had no mercy with unholy and evil creatures. Her arm never missed her victim, and her blessed sword the only thing she as held perfect in this world.
Another protector of the city is Nabi the Prophet. He wasn't part of the Guild, and lived in complete retirement inside the mountain. But he always appeared in times of distress, and with his immaculate shield, could repel the spells, projectiles and breaths of the wild hordes. Legend says he held the Vision of Truth.

Sorcery School:
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Gando Thurfoot has a very long story, since he died at the age of 130. He somehow wasn't getting old anymore, and his powers of magic never seemed stronger, glowing through the precious gem of Tamiel. Despite this, he was murdered by surprise in his bed a few days before elections of the Council. Gando was believed to be a seer able to detect the things from the dark, deep places, but in this case only a strong magic could have veiled his senses. He was very wise and everybody revered his memory. His nephew Boris became wizard at Baldor during the last part of Gando's life, so gifted and favoured in his school that not a single teaching ever left his memory. He died the same day in a strange spellcasting accident. 
His assistant, Syra, was on mission by then, and succeeded him, reaching the same title years after. She became enemy of the Council though, convinced that her master was murdered upon their orders. She enclosed all her knowledge in a jewel, and gave it to Chani Sayyadina Sihaya, a witch from a distant desert, tamer of giant worms, who helped Syra in her rebellion. While Chani could never feel it, Syra had always said the jewel gave her a blessed comfort and strengthened her to resist the evils thrown at her during the rebellion. 
Last but not least, "little" Tiggy Tamal, savior of the City, renown during the Haunted Times. Only he, amongst all, had the power to fight alone against things unseen or demons not from our world.

Maleficient guild:
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	By all means avoid this guild devoted to evil rites! It will only bring you ill fate. They have too much to pay for any redemption. They were dedicated to evil rites, disturbing the dead and even reviving them!

Note from the Council:
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	Because of their tricky nature - and some lesser differences of opinion with the Council -, many of the wizards used to be disguised. Do not let them fool you. Always check their identity carefully.
You may find the Tomb of Gothmog inside the Guild of Wizards. His loyalty to the Council has always been dubious, and rumor says he was leading the Balrogs during the war with a fabulous wand. You may not revive him. 

Fractured pages of the Tales of the Heroes:
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	...the masters of the halls knew fear, for Halks rage was reknown and he had ended many evils.  However, Halk had come for something else. He knew that there was a danger, buried deep in the armoury that the masters were planning on introducing into the fighters guild. Their experiment on Stamm had already worked and begun to divide the guild. Halk knew he had to take on the curse, or risk the guild fully turning to evil.  He traveled to the place where the apprentices looked to in envy and with ambition, the place they could feel where the powerful, evil magical items were gathered. He faced the danger, the Armour of Darc, and tamed it at awful price...	

	...Leif led the party, knowing Sonjas need for answers of her weapon a true one. However, the party split up, and Leif felt satisfaction at falling and triggering the danger feared. It cost him much of his strength, but he found a way back... 

	...at the way to that great place, where the ancestors of the ancestors might know of the origins and true purpose of the blade she wielded, Sonja was accosted by agents of evil. Fearing her weapon would fall to evil hands, she hid it and retreated, drawing the monsters away... 


This fragment is found severely burned in a fire grate:

 	...Stamm banged against the door again and again, his rage building, unsure who had confined him and finding the confusion leading to his dangerous mental instability. When the robed man came to the door, Stamm felt a relief, for he knew that finally his petitions and those of his once friend Leif had been answered. It was difficult, but under the awesome power of his supposed saviors and with all his own will Stamm was finally freed of his curse - the Shield of Darc. It was then that Stamm knew fear though, for he was betrayed, and his saviors tried to murder him, to keep secret the terrible plot against his guild. He ran clear of mind but the swathed dead and the blocking magics of the place slowed him. Stamm fought and killed many, but his end was to be expected...  

	
	...the dead can know fear, but these ancient dead of the ones who built the tunnels had comfort from the stones around them. They rushed on all sides of Zed, and he was forced to flee when even his familys heirloom proved not enough. He always vowed to return one day to reclaim...

	...left and right she struck, Wu Tse looking to use the most powerful weapon to destroy the greatest of evil in that most deepest, darkest of places. However, the evil was of legend to legends, from so deep in the bowls of the world it has raised the darkest and most evil of creatures with it. That great place which the ancient ancients had built and through their folly destroyed was defiled by the Hellhounds of its minions, that the great evil sent after Wu Tse. She was mortally wounded by a trick after being tracked through twenty great halls, although she gave a good account of herself. She was found babbling and lying in the ruined way by Sonja on her quest. It was unknown if Wu Tse was more grieved at her own mortality and inability to combat evil, or at the loss of her blade, her only true friend. Wu Tse...    

	...his crowning glory, It was surely this that got Mophus accepted to the council, for he was never seen again after his important meeting. Though some say his body lies in a position of pride in the guildhall, others say they have seen him still walking in the council, a flash of white armour visible - for surely he is championing the people in great debates in these dark uncertain times... 

	...Nabi could reveal the truth of things, but that did not necessarily mean that it was enough to encourage all to fight against the illusions being spun. Nabi traveled into the heart of the illusionary and dangerous place, beyond which he hoping to find he who wrote the truth, the trapper of facts, fact pinned down for posterity... ...he lost his shield and almost his faith, yet...

...perhaps Gando wished to discover why his senses were becoming clouded in this matter. On the eve he went to the ancient repository of the deep powers, hoping to trade his most precious possession for a different set of magics that might penetrate the gloom. If only he had gone but a few days before! Instead, he gifted his most precious in good faith and left himself vulnerable...

...the most ancient and terrible of that kind fled, to bide his time. Gothmog however gathered the rest to him, using his Wizard Wand to bind them. The place lit up like an inferno at the combined power, making the dwarfs believe the belly of the mountains had exploded in feiry pride at their crowning glory... ...Gothmog staggered back to the place of his once triumph even as his horde fled back to their caverns. The flames were now a mockery to Gothmog. He hurled the Wizard Wand away from him, angry at his defeat and eager that one perhaps as evil as he should not gain that fell power. The Dark...

The remaining part of the above scrap has been deliberately ripped from the page.


...a strange race that Iaido had discovered.  He told them of his race, and of his personal ethos and way of life. They were amazed, for their strict moral code had never allowed for imagining of such a thing. One by one they began laughing, delicately at first and then with growing enthusiasm taking the items from each other and dancing around.
Iaido felt a strange pride and having given such mirth. He was rewarded (being careful to keep his pouches close and his tools closer) by being taken to the matriarch, whose morality and spiritual power all of that race drew strength from. She was aghast at first, but could not help but be swayed by the sudden carefree nature of her charges, who used to die of stress as they toiled long in the fields. Now they could live happily and free! Instead of long days of toil and crying they could steal what they needed from other races and laugh all day in the sun! The humans could not argue, for even their own kind practiced this, as seen by this most important and respected visitor - a founder of a guild no less.
Iaido perhaps recognized the danger, for he could read peoples intentions and saw the lust in the mothers eyes for his most precious of skills and tools. He knew that he had to escape a life as her slave and consort, but that in her fungus ridden caverns he would easily come to harm. Luckily he had tracked the way carefully when he had arrived, and made his escape into the nearby labyrinth that none other would be foolish enough to dwell.
Unfortunately, the mother had the last laugh for she had managed to steal the tools of the great thief himself. Iaidos embarrassment probably forced him to concentrate on the ninja and assassin arts of his guild...

...Alex was tasked to find out where Iaidos tools were, for he had the speed to match those strange creatures that had become kin yet enemy to the guild. However, he was tricked and barely made it from an ambush. He decided to hide his most precious possessions, realizing speed was not going to win the day. He hoped to thwart them by disguising himself as plain and uninteresting, but sadly while he finished his stash he fell foul to the other denizens of that area - a net unlike any he had used, and a poison more powerful than any his fellows had ever used saw his end...

...had never told tales of any of his contracts nor paymasters, but this time Wuuf was obviously bursting to tell, the scandal and import of his mission so great. It is unknown why the council allowed him to hunt in their food area, nor why he would wish to attack the docile game there. However, he returned on a stretcher, apparently falling foul of the newly poison enhanced rats being bred there. His perfect bow was never recovered... 


This fragment is particularly difficult to read, as if someone has practiced sword work on it. 

...struck out right and left... ...many falling to mighty blows... ...the crysta... ... cleaving a head in two, helm falling from armoured shoulders. Ley... ...had thought this place a challenge, perhaps the greatest save for the legendary maze of the Repository itself. Howe... ...they surrounded her in numbers, using the shifting maz... ...cover... ...the blade stuck itself in the leaders visor, and Le... ...made off using her senses to escape the laby... ...vowed to return one day for her fabled cr... ...tal bl...    


	...she gathered all her magics to her, but none of the protections she enjoyed could protect against her bodys own needs. Not even Syra could have availed here trapped and attacked, surely. As she choked her last, cursing the dark masters of the place above that had sought to turn her from Syras teachings, Chani cast the symbol of her dead mistress away, knowing that the dark masters might reclaim her body but would not gain that symbol of the rebellion. Would have to know it sat somewhere under their noses awaiting recovery one day by...
