EQ2 FURNITURE



Total items rewarded from Gilzin's Glory: 1
Books
Gilzin's Glory
This item can be placed on the floor in any house type.

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Collection reward from [100] Gilzin's Glory (Terrors of Thalumbra).

Components
Gilzin's Glory Page 1 (shinies in Thalumbra, the Ever Deep)
Gilzin's Glory Page 2 (shinies in Thalumbra, the Ever Deep)
Gilzin's Glory Page 6 (shinies in Thalumbra, the Ever Deep)
Gilzin's Glory Page 3 (shinies in Thalumbra, the Ever Deep)
Gilzin's Glory Page 5 (shinies in Thalumbra, the Ever Deep)
Gilzin's Glory Page 4 (shinies in Thalumbra, the Ever Deep)

Discovered on 21 Jan 2016 at 12:10:39 PST.
Gilzin's Glory


Memories of my father
The rest of Maldura calls him a hero and the father of magecraft, but we just called him father.

My sister and I were only ten when the goblins started attacking. Maldura was still a small village by the shore, not so well positioned as the new fortifications now underway, and we were used to occasional attacks from other denizens of the underground. So close to Brell's domain, all manner of strange creatures were attracted or even created by the influence of the Underfoot.
The fighters of the village were skilled at combat and the smiths were becoming skilled at creating fine weapons from the nearby mines. However, my father was neither a fighter nor a smith, and instead spent much of his time reading. He was the first to establish a small library in our home and he tried to encourage the others to share it, but few were interested. Some of my happiest memories were sitting with my sister while he read us some tale from the old legends of Brell.
Perhaps my father was not the most politic of dwarves; I was too young to tell. For whatever reason, his studies were not welcomed by most of the village and he was viewed with suspicion. My father felt that the magic he read about could help protect the settlement, but he was unable to convince the elders that this was worth pursuing. "Brell's greatest tools are hammer and sweat!"
When the goblins first attacked, it seemed to be a random scouting party. The fighters drove them away without much problem. But then they came back with more goblins. And then again with more. We were better armed, but they outnumbered us ten to one, and they kept coming back every day. Father thought it might be a tribe that had been displaced from their home and was looking to take over our area. We kids had to stay inside all the time, which was boring, but since father wasn't a fighter, he stayed with us while mother helped defend the village.
When the goblins started using spells to knock down the village's defenses and smash our walls, father was even more convinced we needed magic to protect us. Early one morning he left us in the house and went to try and persuade the elders, but they still wouldn't listen. There were lots of loud arguments but my father lost.
They tell me he was on his way back when the goblins started attacking.

They tell me when he saw our house destroyed, he started screaming and his hands burned with blue flame, so bright nobody could look directly. All around him, the rubble of the broken stones flew up and formed into great stone guardians that marched towards the goblin army and crushed them without mercy. If the goblins knocked one down, it just re-formed and continued to attack. They were unstoppable.
Unfortunately, my sister and mother weren't so unstoppable. The chimney had collapsed across them, and they were dead by the time I was pulled free from the rubble.

They say my father went mad with grief and marched into battle with his stone warriors, burning goblins with blue flame until they finally outnumbered him. But I don't remember any of this; by the time I woke up, my family was already long gone and buried. The stone warriors continued to fight until the last goblin was destroyed. Then they returned to wait in the battlefield. Perhaps the magic will fade now my father is gone, but for now they stand guard.
We've relocated the village now into a more defensible area where we can build fortified walls. If they continue as they've planned, one day Maldura may be the strongest citadel in the dwarven empire.

The elders have reconsidered their decision about magic, and the new settlement will have an extensive library, and a guild to study the arcane arts. My father has been named Gilzin the Bluefist in recognition of his accomplishments, and will be considered the founding father of the guild.
I am proud my father saved the village. But I'll never again sit with my sister and listen to his voice. I'd rather have him read me old legends than be one. But some choices Brell makes for us.