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Here follows the legend of Mad Jack and the High Alchemist.

Mad Jack arrived at the Gathering of Nations in 1104 and there he met a
young Elf whose true name, now lost to the mists of legend, is forever
remembered only as Jo-Jo the Idiot Boy. These two, master of deceit and
faithful lackey, commenced a reign of terror the like of which had
never been seen in Erdreja. No man was safe and daylight offered no
respite from their tyranny, here was a man who feared neither
punishment nor dishonour and his rampant pillaging knew no bounds.

Now Jo-Jo had been an innocent of sorts, uncorrupted by the ways of
men, but he was to undergo an education at the hands of Mad Jack, whose
taste for violence and gold had led him through many a fearsome
adventure, and within a short time it became clear that his youthful
exuberance was the perfect match for Mad Jacks worldly cynicism.

And so it happened, that they mixed with those who gathered and they
coerced, robbed and bludgeoned anyone who so much as turned their backs
on them. Until one day when they were feasting in the marketplace,
boasting and laughing of the vast amounts of gold they had acquired and
generally revelling in their skill and good fortune, they saw a man
crossing their path to the latrines. Now this was no ordinary man for
he was dressed as one with influence, bedecked in jewels and with an
aura of power about his person, he strode with staff in hand,
arrogantly towards his place of morning business. Mad Jack cast his
well seasoned eye over the local premises and decided that the
conditions were favourable for a rewarding escapade. With a nod and a
wink to his comrade, he and Jo-Jo set off to intercept this glorious
and unwitting prey.
Casually, they strolled across the path of this man and offered a
genial wave and a heartfelt, "Good morning!" before they went upside
his head with all manner of unspeakable weaponry.
Gazing merrily down on their recently pacified chum, Mad Jack and his
little friend bent close to carefully examine his person because they
believed it would be most unfortunate if they were to pass over any
item of significance. As they were about their business, at the foot of
the steps to the latrines, the general cessation of the urgent passage
of toilet-patrons sounded a warning bell in Jack's mind that was
un-ignorable. He looked up into a crowd of concerned faces and without
hesitation, ceased his rummaging and stood up sincerely concerned for
the welfare of this poor man he had found lying out in the open.
With genuine feeling he turned to the watching crowd and said, humbly,
"He was like that when I found him...". And, shaking his head in utter
disbelief at the cruelty of a world that would strike a man down in
broad daylight before he had even had time to make his ablutions, he
boldly left Jo-Jo to fend for himself.

Mad Jack was enjoying a leisurely saunter back to his camp, revelling
in the fresh air and warming sunlight, when a panicked and sweaty-faced
Jo-Jo caught him up.
"They were gonna lynch me!" Said Jo-Jo, tones fear ringing in his
voice,"I had to run for my life..."
Mad Jack turned upon his young protege an ageless stare and, with
infinite wisdom, spoke these words,

"I don't know what you're talking about, I never done nothin'!"

Jo-Jo stopped in his tracks, "How could I have been so blind? Truly I
am an idiot boy!", for the words of his master had struck a chord of
understanding in him and it was as if a sunbeam had broken through the
canopy of an enchanted forest, revealing hitherto unseen pathways that
promised to lead him away from his leafy prison and into a world of
limitless possibilities. And it seemed to him that he had reached a new
level of awareness, it was all so clear now, "We determine our
reality by our very persistence in what we believe, my will is nothing
more than a part of a Will that is greater still and as such I am
merely subject to it. Unless, that is, I become greater than that will
and I enforce my ideas onto it therefore shaping all that is to my
desire..."
The sublime radiance of his new found insights shone from within Jo-Jo
and it was as if he were suddenly robed in pure light, his hair was of
golden flame and his face became glorious like the sun. And, seeing his
apprentice enraptured so, Mad Jack finished untying Jo-Jo's money bag
and used it to douse the fires of his enthusiasm with a series of
whirlwind, backhand slaps.
Picking himself up off the floor, Jo-Jo shook his head and, marvelling
yet again at the wisdom of his master, hurried after him.

Some time later that day, after they had sat and rested, Mad Jack and
Jo-Jo took it upon themselves to go in search of food and possibly
someone to mug. Taking up sword, fencing mask and Yashmak they went
off, out towards the marketplace and to riches and spoils unknown, but
as they drew farther away from their camp they noticed a large mass of
people gathering in the distance. Mad Jack was just about to voice his
conclusions about who these people were and what they were about when a
terrified errand boy came running up and screamed, "THEY ARE COMING!
THEY ARE COMING! FLEE TO SAFETY!". Now Jo-Jo, seeking to impress his
master, yelled, "Follow me! I can see a place of safety." And he
dashed off through the open gates of the Bears camp. They had not gone
more than a few steps passed the gatehouse when they ran headlong into
the entire armed forces of the Bears faction amassed for war. And there
in their midst was a very familiar man, bedecked in jewels and with an
aura of power about his person. The High Alchemist of the Bears faction
turned to greet the intruders and his eyes widened, he raised a
furiously shaking finger and pointed it at Jo-Jo, "You! YOU!", He
turned to the soldiers on his left, a burly readhead in a kilt holding
an axe, a black-clad man in a fencing mask and a tall and fearsome Celt
brandishing a scarred war hammer, "He was one of the ones that
attacked me in the marketplace this morning!", then turning back to
the bewildered Jo-Jo, "Where is your accomplice fiend?". Jo-Jo, now
thoroughly terrified looked around desperately for his master but, to
his dismay, Mad Jack had managed to vanish into thin air. He summoned
all his courage and recalling everything his wise patron had taught
him, looked directly into the eyes of the High Alchemist and tried to
change reality, "I don't know what you're talking about. I never done
nothin'!" As he looked into the shocked face of the man he had tried
to rob Jo-Jo could almost feel the tension easing around him,
everything was going to be ok. "HE'S LYING!" shouted a man in a
fencing mask from the back of the crowd, "GET HIM!!!" Jo-Jo's last
hopes of escape were crushed under a weight of sweaty, battle ready
Bears and he was manhandled to the gates where the High Alchemist
waited, "Nobody attacks a Bear and gets away with it. You shall be
punished to the full extent of our laws...TAKE HIM AWAY!"As the angry
group of Bears moved away, nobody seemed to notice that, leaving behind
nothing but a trampled Yashmak and a battered fencing mask, a
black-clad man was sprinting away from them as fast as he could run.

Though he was torn with grief at the terrible loss of his friend and
pupil, Mad Jack was not a man to be borne down by the weight of his
sorrows. He knew that Jo-Jo would wish him to live on and continue
their way of life in his memory and so, summoning all his courage, he
tossed Jo-Jo's bail application into the fire and spent the money on
beer, women and Blackjack in honour of his lost partner.

THE END.
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These stories are told by the leathery Elders of the Nomads of Murabia. When the day has died and the tribe gathers about the campfire, in the inky blackness under the myriad stars, when all one can do is hope to be alive to see the sun rise, it is at this time that the tales begin...
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Here follows the legend of Mad Jack and the High Alchemist.

Mad Jack arrived at the Gathering of Nations in 1104 and there he met a
young Elf whose true name, now lost to the mists of legend, is forever
remembered only as Jo-Jo the Idiot Boy. These two, master of deceit and
faithful lackey, commenced a reign of terror the like of which had
never been seen in Erdreja. No man was safe and daylight offered no
respite from their tyranny, here was a man who feared neither
punishment nor dishonour and his rampant pillaging knew no bounds.

Now Jo-Jo had been an innocent of sorts, uncorrupted by the ways of
men, but he was to undergo an education at the hands of Mad Jack, whose
taste for violence and gold had led him through many a fearsome
adventure, and within a short time it became clear that his youthful
exuberance was the perfect match for Mad Jacks worldly cynicism.

And so it happened, that they mixed with those who gathered and they
coerced, robbed and bludgeoned anyone who so much as turned their backs
on them. Until one day when they were feasting in the marketplace,
boasting and laughing of the vast amounts of gold they had acquired and
generally revelling in their skill and good fortune, they saw a man
crossing their path to the latrines. Now this was no ordinary man for
he was dressed as one with influence, bedecked in jewels and with an
aura of power about his person, he strode with staff in hand,
arrogantly towards his place of morning business. Mad Jack cast his
well seasoned eye over the local premises and decided that the
conditions were favourable for a rewarding escapade. With a nod and a
wink to his comrade, he and Jo-Jo set off to intercept this glorious
and unwitting prey.
Casually, they strolled across the path of this man and offered a
genial wave and a heartfelt, "Good morning!" before they went upside
his head with all manner of unspeakable weaponry.
Gazing merrily down on their recently pacified chum, Mad Jack and his
little friend bent close to carefully examine his person because they
believed it would be most unfortunate if they were to pass over any
item of significance. As they were about their business, at the foot of
the steps to the latrines, the general cessation of the urgent passage
of toilet-patrons sounded a warning bell in Jack's mind that was
un-ignorable. He looked up into a crowd of concerned faces and without
hesitation, ceased his rummaging and stood up sincerely concerned for
the welfare of this poor man he had found lying out in the open.
With genuine feeling he turned to the watching crowd and said, humbly,
"He was like that when I found him...". And, shaking his head in utter
disbelief at the cruelty of a world that would strike a man down in
broad daylight before he had even had time to make his ablutions, he
boldly left Jo-Jo to fend for himself.

Mad Jack was enjoying a leisurely saunter back to his camp, revelling
in the fresh air and warming sunlight, when a panicked and sweaty-faced
Jo-Jo caught him up.
"They were gonna lynch me!" Said Jo-Jo, tones fear ringing in his
voice,"I had to run for my life..."
Mad Jack turned upon his young protege an ageless stare and, with
infinite wisdom, spoke these words,

"I don't know what you're talking about, I never done nothin'!"

Jo-Jo stopped in his tracks, "How could I have been so blind? Truly I
am an idiot boy!", for the words of his master had struck a chord of
understanding in him and it was as if a sunbeam had broken through the
canopy of an enchanted forest, revealing hitherto unseen pathways that
promised to lead him away from his leafy prison and into a world of
limitless possibilities. And it seemed to him that he had reached a new
level of awareness, it was all so clear now, "We determine our
reality by our very persistence in what we believe, my will is nothing
more than a part of a Will that is greater still and as such I am
merely subject to it. Unless, that is, I become greater than that will
and I enforce my ideas onto it therefore shaping all that is to my
desire..."
The sublime radiance of his new found insights shone from within Jo-Jo
and it was as if he were suddenly robed in pure light, his hair was of
golden flame and his face became glorious like the sun. And, seeing his
apprentice enraptured so, Mad Jack finished untying Jo-Jo's money bag
and used it to douse the fires of his enthusiasm with a series of
whirlwind, backhand slaps.
Picking himself up off the floor, Jo-Jo shook his head and, marvelling
yet again at the wisdom of his master, hurried after him.

Some time later that day, after they had sat and rested, Mad Jack and
Jo-Jo took it upon themselves to go in search of food and possibly
someone to mug. Taking up sword, fencing mask and Yashmak they went
off, out towards the marketplace and to riches and spoils unknown, but
as they drew farther away from their camp they noticed a large mass of
people gathering in the distance. Mad Jack was just about to voice his
conclusions about who these people were and what they were about when a
terrified errand boy came running up and screamed, "THEY ARE COMING!
THEY ARE COMING! FLEE TO SAFETY!". Now Jo-Jo, seeking to impress his
master, yelled, "Follow me! I can see a place of safety." And he
dashed off through the open gates of the Bears camp. They had not gone
more than a few steps passed the gatehouse when they ran headlong into
the entire armed forces of the Bears faction amassed for war. And there
in their midst was a very familiar man, bedecked in jewels and with an
aura of power about his person. The High Alchemist of the Bears faction
turned to greet the intruders and his eyes widened, he raised a
furiously shaking finger and pointed it at Jo-Jo, "You! YOU!", He
turned to the soldiers on his left, a burly readhead in a kilt holding
an axe, a black-clad man in a fencing mask and a tall and fearsome Celt
brandishing a scarred war hammer, "He was one of the ones that
attacked me in the marketplace this morning!", then turning back to
the bewildered Jo-Jo, "Where is your accomplice fiend?". Jo-Jo, now
thoroughly terrified looked around desperately for his master but, to
his dismay, Mad Jack had managed to vanish into thin air. He summoned
all his courage and recalling everything his wise patron had taught
him, looked directly into the eyes of the High Alchemist and tried to
change reality, "I don't know what you're talking about. I never done
nothin'!" As he looked into the shocked face of the man he had tried
to rob Jo-Jo could almost feel the tension easing around him,
everything was going to be ok. "HE'S LYING!" shouted a man in a
fencing mask from the back of the crowd, "GET HIM!!!" Jo-Jo's last
hopes of escape were crushed under a weight of sweaty, battle ready
Bears and he was manhandled to the gates where the High Alchemist
waited, "Nobody attacks a Bear and gets away with it. You shall be
punished to the full extent of our laws...TAKE HIM AWAY!"As the angry
group of Bears moved away, nobody seemed to notice that, leaving behind
nothing but a trampled Yashmak and a battered fencing mask, a
black-clad man was sprinting away from them as fast as he could run.

Though he was torn with grief at the terrible loss of his friend and
pupil, Mad Jack was not a man to be borne down by the weight of his
sorrows. He knew that Jo-Jo would wish him to live on and continue
their way of life in his memory and so, summoning all his courage, he
tossed Jo-Jo's bail application into the fire and spent the money on
beer, women and Blackjack in honour of his lost partner.

THE END.