You look around you at the destruction of the land. Everything lays in waste. Across the next hill, you can see the remains of a Fair City...you head that way.

Reaching the center (you think) of what used to be the city, you spy the remains of several Green Clad warriors, their weapons and armor stripped. You can tell by the markings on the ground that they fought valiantly for the dead man in the center of the strewn bodies. You look closer, and assume this Gold Clad Leader is Lord Nasher, which means this is Neverwinter! Shock seeps in...

After walking for hours away from Neverwinter City, and seeing nothing but carnage and destruction, your eye is caught by a Blue-White glimmer on the horizon. You begin your journey across the lands.

Reaching the area of this glimmer of light, the only light left in this world, you find the slowly crumbling remains of a Great Fortress, a Keep. Reading the Mantle above the gate as you enter, you can make out...BLA??K?EP...but you know not what it means.

You travel still toward the glimmer...hoping.

Coming through the chambers, you can tell there was a great battle here, a part of the Greatest battle ever fought in Neverwinter. Everything lays about in waste, but oddly, you see no statues, icons, wall hangings...you deem they must have been scavenged. You head up the winding stairs in the corner, searching for more information, wary of what you may find.

You stumble upon what must have been some sort of Throne Room, though it now stands empty, save a table in an adjoining meeting room. You enter the room, and your gaze sets upon the book on the table, its pages barely filled. Some are magically enhanced, some are not. You read ~

"This is a journal for all Lost Blades, and any Friends that may one day find this book. You are in what remains of Bladekeep in Neverwinter, the Home of the Sacred Silver Blades. A terrible fate has befallen us here, and while most of my court was away on a quest I sent them out on, Duke Radem and I stayed behind, planning and devising a way to continue on in another dimension, or something...anything. I am using every reserve of strength I have just to keep the decay from touching the Keep, so that all may return home before the disaster strikes. I fear the worst is yet to come."
~ Warz

You read on, and you begin to understand what has befallen.

"I have sent for Radem to come to my side in my chambers, and he has come. He will stay with me in Faerun. I believe Radem and I have found a new place to travel to, a place called Pantera...a world! While attempting to cause a rift in this worlds fabric, I felt a presence I thought dead to us, Medar. He has been in Pantera for a long while now, how he got there he does not know. I do not think he can sense me, or knows what has occurred, only that he searches for his brethren. Radem is linking his essence with mine, and our time to accomplish this grows short. Many of our brothers have already felt the sting of death, and I cannot bear to lose more...as I think back to fallen brothers...Sturgo struck down so long ago, never found. Nickfr, CyLntKt, Yarddog, Loki 1, Baern, Lady Z, Beserk (and his Ale), Set, so many more. Already from our current Blades, many have been killed or have lost their way, never to return...Marco, Cigam, Galhar, Goku, NinjaC, and others. The list grows longer the more we wait. Radem and I will find a way to get the remaining Blades to Pantera, though it may mean we might not make the trip."
~ Warz

The next section is faded, and barely legible...something was spilled on the pages.

" ....battle is fierce, Evil is tearing th...

Nasher has fallen in ..e ..uare, his guards dead abou. ....

We are lost..."

Turning through more pages, you once again make out the writing, though this time in a different hand.

"We have been here for over a month now, Warz and I. Hardly ever do we see a living soul, more often they are alive, but dead inside. Nasher is dead, his guard wiped out. Snowie has disappeared, she possibly sided with the enemy at the end. We do not venture outside the walls of the Keep anymore, as most of our strength is taken just sustaining these walls. Most of our time is spent in concentration on the roof maintaining the spell. Magic is beginning to fail."
~Radem, Duke

You turn the page.

"This will be my final entry in this short-lived journal, then I will seal these written pages, and magically seal the book to a table in the Council Meeting Chamber, where all SSB should know to look. Warz and I are heading to the highest point in our Keep - the Roof. There we will open a portal and teleport all our remaining brethren to Pantera. Preparations are being made now, and Warz has charged Tenya with keeping an account of the Blades that make the journey. Unfortunately, Warz and I cannot go, and thus Reveng has been crowned King. My brother Medar will be Prince in these new lands, and the Council will raise others once they have settled in their new Keep. For you reading this, if you are an SSB and wish to flee this world, come to the roof, the teleport is there and active. With this writ I forsake my Title of Duke, and pass the responsibility to my brother Guy, who will carry on in Pantera. Long live the Sacred Silver Blades!"
~ Radem, SSB Elder

Now fully understanding what has occurred, you decide to go to the roof, simply to see what event occurred there, but before you go, you glance over the last un-protected pages of the book.

"SATAN rules, and we will take ALL your souls in Pantera!! Long live KORT and SSB, see you in Pantera. Wership yer gods ya wannabe's...KAAOS RULES. May we see you in the future, the Royal Guard. May the One Power guide us all, Aes Sedai. COR lives on in Pantera, come and make the journey! The Warriors and Guardians of the Wood will see you in Pantera.

The pages continue on in the same fashion, with many many names and guilds mentioned. You now know that many of this world have either escaped its confines, and have travelled through this portal, or sought refuge and entered. You scribble your name in the book with some charcoal from the floor, and head to the stairs.

Coming onto the roof, you are amazed to see two figures still sitting in Regal Chairs in the center of the Roof on the Great Hall, each facing eachother with a small distance between them. You walk closer knowing this must be Warz and Radem. Their eyes are open, staring blankly, yet you can sense they are there. As you move in-between them, you feel the magic swirling in the air, and realize you have walked into a Globe of some sort, some form of magic containment. The two figures turn their heads and smile wearily.

"Welcome traveler," the one with the crown says, "I am Warz, First and Last King of the Blades of Neverwinter. This is my eldest Duke, Radem. What you have activated is a Globe of Safety, which will teleport you to a new home we have secured for all who seek us." The White Clad man closes his eyes, and begins murmuring.

"Give my brother my regards, I believe he is the Prince of the Blades in these lands, tell him Warz and I will someday arrive in Pantera, when the last of this world departs. Warz and I are the last bastion against the destruction here, all others have made the journey as scheduled. If you found the journal, you already know this. When our magic cannot hold these crumbling walls any longer, we will close the Globe in upon ourselves, and hopefully teleport. Until then, I wish you well." Radem then closes his eyes, and begins chanting in unison with Warz.

The light is blinding, and you close your eyes.

You awake in a Green valley under a tree, thinking to yourself that the destruction of your world was but a nightmare, for here you are...This is Pantera, you have been and always will be wandering its endless realms. But a faint echo of the Blue and White clad men still haunts your waking mind...did they really exist, or was it all a dream?


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