Shrine of Jades

Eight hundred years ago Gazar Silvermail was a Knight of Order, a valiant champion for good and destroyer of evil. A day did not pass when he did not wet his sword with the blood of the foul or splatter his armor with the red spray from corruption slain. Evil trembled in the sight of Gazar Silvermail in his shining armor.

Some great beasts of chaos, a trio of demonic origin, called the Midnight Kings, rose up in the dark forests and began to gather forces. Before they had a chance to amass any substantial force, Gazar engaged them in battle. It was fierce and lasted from midnight until noon. There, in the light of the sun's apex, Gazar Silvermail killed the three Midnight Kings. But not without cost.

The claws of all three had found kinks into his armor, and poisoned his flesh, his mind. Gazar changed, slowly succumbing to madness and evil. Thus the champion died, turned to the forces of chaos and filled with a burning desire for destruction.

He rode to RavenGlade, bent on spilling innocent blood. The townsfolk welcomed him, thinking him the hero of old. But when Gazar drew his sword to satiate his bloodlust, something happened. The metal armor sleeve of his plate mail, refused to move. Gazar screamed and cursed as the visor closed on his face without him touching it. The armor kicked the heels of his horse and left RavenGlade. Inside the full suit of silver, Gazar railed and tried to move, trapped inside a prison now beyond his control.

For years the armor had been bathed in the heroic activity of Gazar and cleansed with evil blood. It had evolved into an instrument of Righteousness and would not allow the man inside to do evil. His old existance had made it holy, and enchanted it into life. Within the armor Gazar became insane with rage.

The armor, now only called Silvermail, continued its life of heroism, all the while Gazar trapped inside. He should have starved and died, but he did not. The blatant malice kept him alive, turning him into a blackend and shriveled thing inside the glinting mail. Undead and eternal, Gazar endured his prison, forced to watch from inside the living armor.

This went on for three hundred years. The Silvermail was a foe of evil for a trio of centuries. Eventually, a coalition of dark forces aligned and plotted the things destruction. The lured it to the Twisted Forest with wagon loads of prisoners. When the mail arrived it was set upon by Grogolos, a giant weilding a hammer, enchanted by a dozen witches and cursed by a dozen warlocks to rend the armor. Groglos managed to tear away the right sleeve of the Silvermail before it killed him. But it was enough.

The free arm of Gazar unlatched the armor and separated it, freeing himself. Now nothing but a dried black husk, Gazar allied with the secret order that had plotted the death of the mail. Together they separated the armor into six different pieces; helm, sleeves, legs, and breastplate, and hid them in six places in the Twisted Forest, protected by traps and guardians.

The Silvermail was slain and Gazar was free.

For five hundred years now Gazar has stalked the Twisted Forest, killing the innocent and spreading death. It is said that he resides within the Swamp of a Thousand Agonies, seeking to murder travelers from Illthoam, Vultures Craig, and Volrak. It is said he is unkillable, that his only defeat would be to re-imprison him within the shattered holy arms of the Silvermail. It is also said that such a task is impossible...
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	Shrine of Jades Site The Legend of Gazar Silvermail
	Eight hundred years ago Gazar Silvermail was a Knight of Order, a valiant champion for good and destroyer of evil. A day did not pass when he did not wet his sword with the blood of the foul or splatter his armor with the red spray from corruption slain. Evil trembled in the sight of Gazar Silvermail in his shining armor. Some great beasts of chaos, a trio of demonic origin, called the Midnight Kings, rose up in the dark forests and began to gather forces. Before they had a chance to amass any substantial force, Gazar engaged them in battle. It was fierce and lasted from midnight until noon. There, in the light of the sun's apex, Gazar Silvermail killed the three Midnight Kings. But not without cost. The claws of all three had found kinks into his armor, and poisoned his flesh, his mind. Gazar changed, slowly succumbing to madness and evil. Thus the champion died, turned to the forces of chaos and filled with a burning desire for destruction. He rode to RavenGlade, bent on spilling innocent blood. The townsfolk welcomed him, thinking him the hero of old. But when Gazar drew his sword to satiate his bloodlust, something happened. The metal armor sleeve of his plate mail, refused to move. Gazar screamed and cursed as the visor closed on his face without him touching it. The armor kicked the heels of his horse and left RavenGlade. Inside the full suit of silver, Gazar railed and tried to move, trapped inside a prison now beyond his control. For years the armor had been bathed in the heroic activity of Gazar and cleansed with evil blood. It had evolved into an instrument of Righteousness and would not allow the man inside to do evil. His old existance had made it holy, and enchanted it into life. Within the armor Gazar became insane with rage. The armor, now only called Silvermail, continued its life of heroism, all the while Gazar trapped inside. He should have starved and died, but he did not. The blatant malice kept him alive, turning him into a blackend and shriveled thing inside the glinting mail. Undead and eternal, Gazar endured his prison, forced to watch from inside the living armor. This went on for three hundred years. The Silvermail was a foe of evil for a trio of centuries. Eventually, a coalition of dark forces aligned and plotted the things destruction. The lured it to the Twisted Forest with wagon loads of prisoners. When the mail arrived it was set upon by Grogolos, a giant weilding a hammer, enchanted by a dozen witches and cursed by a dozen warlocks to rend the armor. Groglos managed to tear away the right sleeve of the Silvermail before it killed him. But it was enough. The free arm of Gazar unlatched the armor and separated it, freeing himself. Now nothing but a dried black husk, Gazar allied with the secret order that had plotted the death of the mail. Together they separated the armor into six different pieces; helm, sleeves, legs, and breastplate, and hid them in six places in the Twisted Forest, protected by traps and guardians. The Silvermail was slain and Gazar was free. For five hundred years now Gazar has stalked the Twisted Forest, killing the innocent and spreading death. It is said that he resides within the Swamp of a Thousand Agonies, seeking to murder travelers from Illthoam, Vultures Craig, and Volrak. It is said he is unkillable, that his only defeat would be to re-imprison him within the shattered holy arms of the Silvermail. It is also said that such a task is impossible... _______________________________________
	The Legend Today Jadeblayde discovered one of the sleeves of the Silvermail at the terminus of the Black River on a solid onyx altar, protected by the living skeletal remains of an ogre-like monster. He tells the tale to others in the hope that the five remaining peices can be recovered and Gazar destroyed. There is rumor of a silver helm in the branches of a massive tree near the borders of the Hobgoblin Woods. A vagabond caught in a flood was carried to an island in a river East of the Night Hag's bog. He claims to have seen a black altar like the one the first sleeve was discovered on.