A transcript of

The Scrolls of Lore.

This scroll was found in the tomb a Paladin named Dars Luith. Agents of Hate have recovered the original since.

Intoned the Great Enemy - Surely thou hast learned that thou canst slay me not. And Dars Luith did heft his mace and cried - Thou shalt fall before the primal might of these four. Forged from the stuff of the pit. As one the three did ready their weapons. Suloth Var - the spear, Kam Tala - the axe and Ranga Fal the Sorcerous - blade. And so the Four did set upon the Great Enemy assailing him with their skilled blows. And the Great Enemy did know that Dars Luith was not wrong. His end was at hand. With a tremendous roar the Great Enemy did take to the sky and did laugh upon the Four. Raising his mighty weapon to the sky Kam Tala did cry out - Cower not upon thine cloud darkness. Thine end is at hand. Come hither and face thine fate. To that the Great Enemy did laugh and began to work a mighty enchantment. Ranga Fal the Sorcerous did release his own mystic working. As one the Four did rise from the ground and sped towards their black foe. But fortune did not shine upon the Four. Massing his arcane might the Great Enemy did release his onslaught. A great rift did appear, n unseen force did pull upon the weapons of power. But so strong was the bond between paladin and weapon that the Four also drawn into the rift. And so all trace off the Four was removed from Kozaku.

So it came to pass that the Four did first set foot upon Orin Rakatha though they knew not where they were. Alone on a strange world the Four were quick to find refuge. With them they brought little but still indeed it was much. Each paladin brought with him his skills, his weapon, his courage and above all the Lore. So it was that the Four did set about recruiting followers to their banner, teaching all that would come - The Lore. Lore of a sphere unknown in Orin Rakatha. Many was the number that came to their call, but many also was the number that was lost in their struggle for dominance. So it was that Dars Luith did alter the form of their host from a force to a sect. A sect from which many tendrils did stretch to many towers. Over the years the cult did indeed flourish. But as was the way of the past a great hatred grew between the Four. A hatred which grew over the years. It came about that the Four could not stand to be in each others presence and so moved on their own roads. Suloth Var journeyed to the Kalid tower. Kam Tala to the Shadowsfall and Ranga Fal the Sorcerous to the Wizards Concillium. Dars Luith remained with the cult which he... [torn off]