Asherons Call: Lore of AC?

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We ARE the Lore of AC!

Last night, while waiting with Yinchi in the inner sanctum of Gearlan, for the arrival of the others, we got to talking. I remember when the Chosen were at Qal, and when the meetings were held in the back room of the Arwic Meeting hall. Thinking of the 5000 quest posts on our clan website, it suddenly occurred to me....We, the players, ARE the lore of AC.

It made me think of all of my memories of the Chosen and of AC. I have played this game for a VERY long time. All of it, but a brief period, has been a Chosen. And, in all ways, even then I was still a Chosen in my heart.

So....here is My lore of AC.

My first run thru the Sim dungeons, at a lowly level of 25, and being the first in the group to pick up. Followed closely by the memory of my last trip thru the same dungeon, and being the last to pick up, as I was the highest.

The softly floating "Spires" of the Virindi. And the day the Mules Died. When Arwic became the blackened pit that it was. Then, the rebirth of that ancient town.

The spamming of bartering. First in Arwic, then across the streets of Qal. Now, within the halls of Marketplace.

The call of the Queen Elysa, to destroy the Hollows within the Fort Wiltshire Dungeon. With the prize a ring that bore her name. Having to stand and choose, Life or Death for Nuhmidra, and the prize that awaited that choice.

The death of Yanshi, and the tent city that grew in its place.

The last stand of myself and Mad of Dereth on our run for the acid stone for my first Atlan. Then, the Isparian Atlans to aid us in dealing with the horrible spawns of elementals.

The dark shadow of the huge demon Bael, and the disaster and death at AB when he passed thru. The death and destruction, and total mayhem, as a poor little white rabbit tore thru AB on that desert Sunday. With one lone girl hiding on the mage tent from his fury, after drawing him there all unknowing.

The birth of housing, and the six hours I spent killing "giant chickens" on Mare Lassal for one claw to buy my first cottage. Followed by my first "mansion recall", and gazing upon the stone of the Chosen that bore My Queens name.

But my greatest memory and lore. As I knelt to Dinden (mule of Denzen and Angel Mage), my first, and only patron. At the large rock by the life stone in Arwic, after being led on a dizzy and harrowing run thru portals from Yaraq, the place of my birth. And my awe at the clan meetings when I first saw My Queen, Yinchi, flanked by Brother Hawk, Lan Mandragora, and the famous Shadymilkman Mage.

The feeling of family as my first vassal, Wonderful, knelt before me and joined our family of the Chosen. And who has remained steadfast in friendship thru many years of gaming, and to whom I was proud to swear my own restart chars to as Genghis al-Mage. Though names may change, friendships endure in this land.

It is not the stories, or the plot lines, that are the lore of AC. It is US, the players. What we remember, what we have endured to become who we are. This is my lore......The memories of Rathan Lor.

Rathan Lor, proud member of Chosen of Solclaim