Karana

Obertin Seaborn It is said that the storm's fury is slow to rise and always abates. That is not the entire truth. That fury can lie under the surface for many years. Some of us have seen that fury rise as fast as the lightning strikes and rage for days and weeks at a time. I was aboard the Waif when it happened. Waif was a large boat captained by a large fool…

Fresh Awakenings

My eyes are old and tired now. I can no longer see well enough to write. I make this statement because this will probably be the last story that I tell in my life and I do not wish scholars of the future to discount it because it is not written in my hand. You shall recognize my style nonetheless, I am certain.

…Karana Mithaniel Marr Rallos Zek Solusek Ro The Tribunal

…To give to Karana our customary dish; My eyes well up, tis how strongly I feel, When I contemplate this epic meal. Listen closely, and I shall teach you the making, Though it requires much study of baking! The Picnic is something that we all adore, One always desires to have just a little more! Eight components there are to this feast,

…And Three from Karana's favoured race, Fitting tributes to their Lord's smiling face. First came the priests from Elven lands, Their three gifts held in whitened hands... There came a tall elf named Silvered Tree Carrying a bottle, bigger even than me! Of workmanship it was most refined The jewelled bottle well defined. The bottle itself was first created,

…Karana-dust pile. The fifth and last item to place in there, Is the branch of a sacred tree - but from where? It looks otherworldy, as from a spot, That is of Norrath and mortal places not. From these components five, I think one could fashion, That magical rod, cast on the fire with passion. Unto the crowd, did Gosselin glare; He stepped back, raise to him

kind, What other treat could I possibly find? Something worthy of his attention.. What better symbol could I mention! From my backpack I then withdrew, My old talisman, that's seen me through, Adventures of all kinds, when I were young, And with the brave and foolish fought among.

Your talents and interests in nurturing and defending of our lands and citizens, and your selfless devotion to The Rainlord, Karana, has been acknowledged by the Storm Reapers of Rivervale. Deliver this note of acknowledgment to Kaya Cloudfoot and she will instruct you further on your path to becoming a Paladin of the Storm Reapers.

…Karana scowled. "Preposterous. It has been proven that any one of us alone can be overcome by the mortals. It is underestimating them that has brought us to this place, that has forced us to become allies in action if not in principle. But the solution must be one that we can all agree to." "How can you be so blind?" Rallos growled.

…He reached the top and saw the monk sitting with his back to him. The monk seemed to be looking out over the landscape, the Plains of Karana to the west and the Commonlands to the east. The ranger approached silently, drawing closer to the one he came seeking. “Welcome, Avatar,” the monk said without turning. “Have the preparations been made?”

…Danalithenis listened to Gremius as he described the vision and then told the man of the Surefall Glade. He said to Gremius that he thinks the old man was Karana, but had no idea what the darkness represented.

…"As I have already said, the poachers seek profit, wealth, and infamy among the goodly citizens of your world — and now ours. Like infectious parasites, they feed off of the recognition of their names and the fear that comes to those innocents who are cursed with their attentions.

…Althele says 'Yes. I cannot see any longer, my sight long since lost in the march of years. By the blessings of Tunare and Karana, though, I still make myself useful. Sionae says 'I see that the time has come. Take the amulet and give it to the third of our kin, Nuien. I will meet you at the gathering.

"Greetings. I am Nolan Greenwood, warder of the Jaggedpine and retainer of our [ancient ways]. The recent introduction of outsiders whose faith and loyalties mimic our own toward The Rainkeeper has led to the rebirth of a long lost excitement and use for my talents, thus my presence here today.

…"The Rainkeeper lies in deep meditation at the top of the great tower, Torden. His meditations have some how become tainted by a force from outside the plane. He lies in his tower besieged by all manner of dark visions and dreamscapes. I cannot fathom the focus it must take to discern the clairvoyance that the Rainkeeper controls.

…One day the gods of valor spoke to noble Sir Morgan and told him to go to the great and stormy plains of the Storm Lord, Karana. There in the vastness of green and wind travelers were being assaulted by giantkin and gnollkin. Many brave knights fell to the evil in the plains, but Sir Morgan rode to the rescue.