(by Urthrun)
Urthrun is currently writing a book on Tibia and we have the exclusive right to first publish it. :-).
Since we can of course not put tens of pages in here, there is only a reading sample and then each chapter individually for download.
All files are offered as .pdf files, Acrobat Reader is required to read these files, which can be downloaded here absolutely free of charge. Here are the 5 existing chapters: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 And here is the excerpt from the 1st chapter:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2 (lost)
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
As the sun had risen over the dismal amount of rocks. The adventurers known as Demonus and Hellfed were making breakfast over a small bonfire of crackling and hissing firewood. As they had done a hundred times before.
Demonus, being a giant half-orc was over seven feet tall. Being the big man he was, he was filling himself on the rotworm he had killed the day before. Hellfed was skillfully training his skill in the weapon called a partisan against a poor defenseless tree.
"Hey, Hellfred, Why do you keep hitting that tree over and over again. You have whittled it down to a nub." Demouns had a particularly good time in teasing his Hellfed on his name. "Its Hellfed, not Hellfred if you say it like that one more time I am gonna cut your toe off!" He said it with such and enraged voice that Demonus didn't dare miss pronounce his friends name again.
Both men packed up what little they carried (little being over thirty different weapons plus camping equipment) without a single word. Demonus and Hellfed, both liked to keep to themselves.
The trip to the dwarven city of Kazordoon was an acceptingly hard and treacherous one thanks to Zanrothian Jail occupying the area and the fact that it was deep in a mountain occupied and guarded by Drunken Dwarves that would love nothing less than to kill them on sight.
The travelers have been scaling Kazordoon Mountain for over three days now. They should have been there in two days but Demonus was injured in a battle with a dwarf guard. Which could only be healed by the King Durin's chief Druid and Cleric. A team that could heal any wound or any curse.
"Wait up, having internal wounds doesn't make me any faster! Hey I said wait up." Hellfed retorted. "Quit ya whinin', ya soundin' like a girlie."
Demonus how ever strong and unfeeling to pain, he was having a large amount of trouble keeping up with the nimble Hellfed.
Hellfed being a master in all Two-handed weapons was use to large amounts of heavy weight. Him being the size of a large tree didn't hold him down much ether.
Demonus was the same size as the large human Hellfed. He loved club weapons to a fault, but he most preferred the scythe to any weapon.
Traveling up the big mountain was a tedious task, expecally for the injured Demonus. Constantly having to stop to recover from he pain of walking. Hellfed was leaping from rock to rock expertly. Demonus was sadly trying to catch up as well as he could.
Rock over endless rock the two finally made it to the grand staircase leading to the inner city. It was made from elegant dwarven blacksmiths, you could easily tell from rough edges of the corners and the and the undying sturdiness that could only be made from the careful and sturdy hands of a dwarf.
Hellfed leading the way threw the big iron gates. Tossing one side of the monumental gates aside with ease. With a light of his torch Hellfed lead the way threw the big hall and staircase.
"Demonus, if ya get a bit womanly again and get scared just hold my hand if it will make you feel better." Hellfed teasingly said.
"Ha ha, very funny Hellfred." Demonus quickly learned his mistake as Hellfed Grabbed his beautifully made two-handed sword from this back sheath "What did I tell you about calling me that!" Very few things scared Demonus, Hellfed's rage scared him half to death.
It took a long while of dodging the sharp edge of the two handed sword before Hellfed finally gave up. "Lets keep going. Its only a lil farther till we reach the main city." Hellfed tiredly bellowed. Demonus already exosted from the injury could barely move from the extensive dodging of the powerful sword.
Demonus stared at the beautiful hall made by only the best of dwarven blacksmiths. Its immense size was only matched by the beauty of the intricate designs painted and carved at waist height. Demonus wondered why make a hall so big for people so small?
Also along the designs of the dwarves were small characters seemingly the dwarven language but not proven as nether adventurer had learned dwarven. After some walking down the massive hall Hellfed walked into what looked like a meeting hall, many dwarf children were now in sight. About the size of a one-year-old human child each child was practicing using an axe or doing geometry.
Demonus confused on how to approach someone so small. Nevertheless everly enough one of the small dwarven children ran up to the seemingly giant strangers "How do you do? My name is Waffles". Yelled the little girl trying to be heard by the big men. "I am fine little one. My name is demonus, his name is Hellfed." "Hellfed? Demonus? Those are kind of stupid names. I like waffles much better than those."
Hellfed tried to sound as nice as possible leaning down to the small child. "Miss could you tell us where King Durin is? We need to talk to his druid to help heal my friend here." Lightly pointing to Demonus. How seemingly hard wearing, began to shed a small tear from the immense pain coming form his lower side.
"Big man hurt?" Waffles said with such wonderment such a big creature could cry. "Yes, quite badly." Hellfed returned "Its ok! Waffles is on the job Mr. Hellfed. Come with me to get King Durin. Mr. Demonus might want to stay here. I don't want him hurting any."
With such ferocity the small child ran down the hall sharply turned left that Hellfed had to use all the born energy he had to keep up with the knee high child. Running threw various halls and tunnels. Hellfed was having an unbearable time keeping up with the young waffles.
After a bit of running both Waffles and Hellfed fell short of the great hall of King Durin. The massive and over decorated room was a sight to the blind. Everything was golden, everything down to the golden chairs to the golden dust coming from all the fires. The only thing that wasn't made out of gold was the people themselves.
"King Durin, King Durin!" The little Waffles screamed as her small legs took her to her King. "A human is about to die sir, only your druids can heal them!" The shaved beard of Durin was an insult to every dwarf that lived in the kingdom of the dwarves (To be without ones beard was like being without honor in dwarven living)
"Yes, young one, I will help them. Help them indeed, Guard!" Durin motioned to his loyal guard Meztof, "Take both of them to be sold at the slave markets."