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Tear
"What's that? Tell you about Tear, where have ye
been, lad? New to the City, eh. Fine, It's not a pretty story, I'll tell ya that
much. Buy me an ale, and I'll tell ye plenty. Well this particular story starts
at the beginning, like most...
Tear was once a grand city. One of the famed cities of the West, Tear fathered
the bravest men, the best story-tellers, and it had Callandor. The
Sword-that-is-not-a-sword, housed in the Stone. The Stone of Tear, and
unopenable fortress, power-wrought in the Age of Legends.
Tear was a bountiful city, a sight to behold, truly. In the Last Days, after the
Hunt was called, things got bad. But that's a story for another time, that is.
How did Tear come to be this way you ask? Well, through the acts of evil men,
and the touch of the Dark One is how!
During the Last Battle, a group of Darkfriends got it in 'em to sneak into The
Stone to steal the secrets and artifacts hidden there. Now, Tear had never been
a friend of the One Power, that's to be sure. Ironic, that the Power would be
its downfall, that's an ending not even a gleeman could make, lad.
These Darkfriends, they went into the Stone during the turmoil. It's not secret
Darkfriends come from all walks of life, including the nobles. They were able to
bribe, buy, and intimidate their way in to the fortress.
A group of Aes Sedai were in Tear, on some secret business of the Tower I'd
wager; well they see these Darkfriends and follow 'em. So they sneak into the
Stone as well. Well, the Darkfriends get their hands on something, Light know
what. They get special powers from the Dark One himself, they do. So they get
together and those Aes Sedai, they confront them. No, this is eastern side of
the Stone.
Some kind of Unholy Battle took place. The One Power tore the walls down, the
blast left a scar on Tear, it did. The Stone still burns brightly, see there,
from that spot. Some folks say that it tore the world, the Dark One touched that
spot, it killed lots of folks. If you walk through those streets, you'll get
headaches, and see poor folk trying to scrape by. Nothing grows there, and
people, they just try to get along anyhow. 'Cause people are like that, see.
They still try.
That's not all there is to Tear, we were a great city once. Maybe we will be
again, someday. Buy yourself a guide, kid. I've had enough stories for one
evening, thanks for the ale..." |
