The Chamber of Raiyum/Epigraphs

THE TALE OF HAFEZ THE LION

Long ago, when Raiyum was but a young primer, he set off into the desert in search of adventure. After traveling for many days, he came upon a large man standing in the middle of a canyon pass. All around him were the slain bodies of men and beasts. Raiyum approached, warily. 'Who are you, stranger?' he asked, keeping his headscarf wrapped around his face to hide his identity. The large man laughed. 'They call me Hafez, the Lion of Menechtarun.' Raiyum nodded. 'I see. And surely you are as fierce as a lion. Tell me, Hafez... did you kill all these men and all these beasts?' Hafez laughed again. 'Yes I did. Neither man nor beast may pass unless they best me in combat. And as you can see, none have passed...' Raiyum considered this, then asked, 'So, Hafez. Must I fight you if i wish to pass?' Hafez nodded and drew a large bronze hammer. 'Yes, you must. You may not move forward, nor head back until you have beaten me.'

Raiyum smiled to himself and quietly slipped a ring onto his finger. He became as quick as a scorpion and darted past Hafez. 'Oh ho! Little traveler, how do you move so fast?' Hafez readied his hammer but Raiyum slipped another ring onto his finger, becoming as hard as stone. Hafez' hammer crashed into Raiyum and glanced off. 'Oh ho! Little ...

... skipped past the large man. 'I am Prince Raiyum, fool. And I have beaten you! What do you say to that?' Hafez became so angry that he smashes his hammer into the ground. The ground trembled and shook, sending large rocks crashing down from the canyon's walls. Raiyum was too fast to be hit, but Hafez was buried alive under tons of stone. Seeing this happen, Raiyum bent down and began to move the largest rocks from Hafez' body. When he was done, the Lion of Mecechtarun was battered and bloody but still alive. 'Prince Raiyum, for saving me I pledge my life to you, even unto death.'

And that is how the Lion became one of the Wizard-King's most faithful servants.

THE TALE OF HAMI THE JACKAL

Scourge of Menechtarun, the bandit known as Hami the Jackal preyed on travelers and merchants throughout the Valley of Raryum. The guards could not capture him. Private mercenaries could not kill him. Finally, Raryum the Wizard-King had an ideas he would dress in the clothing of a wandering dervish and find the Jackal himself. Raryum removed his crown and royal vestments and dressed in a simple robe, staff and sandals and set off into the sand-covered wastes.

After traveling for the better part of a day, Raryum stopped by a watering hole for a drink. A man dressed in black robes approached and drew a scimitar. Raryum feigned distress and fell to his knees. 'Oh, do not kill me sir! I am a humble dervish and have no gold nor treasure to give you!' The black-robed man laughed. 'Foolish old man, I am the Jackal! I do not kill for gold or treasure. i kill because it is my nature. It is what I do and who I am.' Rayum smiled and spoke a magic phrase, summoning a demon from the sands. 'And I am Wizard-King Raryum! That is who I am!' The jackal fell to his knees this time and trembled before Raryum's arcane power. 'Mighty King Raryum, forgive me! Please, let me live and I will serve you into death!'

And so this is how a bandit became one of the most feared men in Raryum's kingdom.

RAIYUM-DE II

Here lies the Wizard-King, Raryum-de. Wise Ruler of Menechtarun, Lord of Scorpions, Demon Conjurer. Look upon his works and despair, O Sons of Man. For his kingdom is Eternal, and he reigns supreme over all lands under the sun.