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Rift: Travels Through Telara Part 17 - Iron Pine Peaks

Posted Wed, Feb 08, 2012 by Medawky

Travels Through Telara


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By Padraic

Greetings, dear reader. It is a glorious day in Potter’s Field. The sun is shining. Bran is off picking strawberries with a pretty young girl he has been admiring and Barik is in a supremely gregarious mood. So much so that he wants to tell me a bit about his home, the Iron Pine Peaks. A perfect fit for my journals, so I’m going to let him do the talking and I will simply write down what he says verbatim.

“It’s cold,” he says over a mug of mead. “Ice, freezing frigid cold. Colder than a witch’s t**s. The likes of you would freeze your skinny bones off.  You’d be off, crying back to your mummy as soon as the night comes. It gets into outsiders’ bones, see. Freezes them from the inside out. But even with all that, it’s beautiful, unnerstand? There’s a majesty  to those frozen peaks. A constant stream of powdered snow that blows with the wind, like clouds scudding through the sky. Giant pine trees grow wherever they can, eking out a living in the crags and rocks. Tough. That’s what ye need to be to survive up there. Hardy.



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“ ‘Course, it wasnae always like that. The valley used to be lush forests. Grasslands surrounding the peaks, horse clans moving between their camps.”

He paused, taking a sip from his mug.

“What happened?” I asked. “What changed?”

“Crucia happened, that’s what. This was way back, during the Age of Dragons, right? She wanted a home close to the sky, and—“ he sat back with a proud grin on his face – “Iron Pine Peaks is the highest range in Telara. You know that?”

I admitted that I did know that. He looked a bit disappointed.

“Anyway, Crucia and her armies moved through the mountains, enslaving the people. But not just normal slavery, you hear? She enslaved their minds as well. There was nothing they could do to resist. Crucia invaded their heads, corrupting their very souls. She forced them to build a magnificent city that reached up to the clouds, and when it was fianlly finished, she lived there with her slaves, forcing them to dance for her amusement while the icy winds blew through the open corridors, while snow built up beneath open windows, freezing doors on their hinges.”

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“But we weren’t going to stand for it, aye?” Borik leaped to his feet, spilling mead over his hand. He downed the drink, then threw the mug against the wall. He brandished an imaginary sword. “We rose up and cut her down, sliced her to pieces, because no one can keep down Iron Pikers, yes? No one enslaves us. We’re the ice! We’re the rock. We’re the freezing wind that tears through the air. We—“

I sighed and let him carry on. He finally finished up his rant and collapsed back into his chair. I waited for him to continue. He opened his mouth, raised a finger in the air, then closed his eyes and started snoring.

Right. So I will continue.

It wasn’t, as Bork says, the common people who rose up. At least not at first. It was the Warlord Börte who was responsible for that. With her allies, the mage Phynnious Roth-mann and Ekkehard, Shaman of the Valnir, they led the armies against Crucia’s Storm Legion. Börte is now numbered as one of the greatest generals in the history of Telara. For her deeds at Iron Pine Peaks. She and her allies marched a force of Telarans into the mountains. They were outnumbered four-to-one by Crucia’s armies. Börte’s army faltered at the sight of Crucia’s fighters laid out before them on the snow-covered plain, line upon line, column upon column.

But Börte didn’t let that stop her. She saw the doubt and she immediately led her army into the fray. Alas, Crucia swept them aside like leaves in a winter wind, and then she picked through any survivors, and gave them a slow and very public death.

Börte saw the effect this had on her soldiers. Not only the defeat, but the Storm Legion had Infiltrators in their camp, Infiltrators who started to whisper of surrender, of giving in. When Börte saw what was happening she lined up her troops and stood before them. Luckily for us, her words were recorded so that future generation could hear of her inspiration.


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“Children of Telara! I see the fear in your eyes, cold as these icy peaks. Let your fury melt it away! Stand unbent before the forces of the Storm Queen, and laugh at them for assuming you would break!

“Our despair is Crucia’s strength, so she wants to break us, to see us submit. But in standing against her now, we have already won! We are girded against her victory by our unbroken spirits. We stand next to each other, emboldened by hope: hope that our children will fear no planar whelp, and will only know of the Blood Storm as proof their ancestors were strong!

“In a not-so-distant place, my father led the Shalastir to drive Crucia back! Today, I bid you do the same! Hold fast to this world! Rip Telara from Crucia’s claws and break her fingers so she cannot grasp at us again! Ride, my brothers! Fight, my sisters! CRUSH THEM!”

Her army roared in triumph at her words. She turned and rode into battle, her soldiers right behind her. They fought off and defeated the Storm Legion, and in a feat of sorcery never since equaled, Phynnious Rothmann and Ekkehard trapped Crucia inside her city, then shouted incantations that banished every shred of heat from the air. The valley filled with ice, pierced only by the topmost spires of the city.

Crucia was trapped inside a prison of her own making.

And since that day, Iron Pike Peaks has been cloaked in snow and ice, an eternal winter gripping the land in its cruel talons.

“The cold’s in yer blood!” Borik suddenly shouted, jerking forward in his chair. I squealed slightly in fright, but he had already fallen back to sleep again.






The Story So Far: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17


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