Crown of Ishrazephi
Ishrazephi the sorcerer was always a loner. Since his young days, growing up in an orphanage in the small city of Yavne, he had trouble befriending his fellow man. His frail body, along with unique intelligence had always made him an outcast. He was viewed by others as odd. Almost unbearable, he would always say the wrong thing in the wrong time.
As a child, he would always get picked on by his classmates. Until one day, at approximately the age of 14, while being picked on by a bully, Ishrazephi uttered these words: "arth, mikara, soku".
An uncontrollable blaze filled the school yard, after which Ishrazephi stood standing. Where once was his school, lied only ashes and charred bodies of his old classmates and teachers, the weak cries of the survivors' agony left unheard by Ishrazephi.
Ishrazephi himself had burned his clothes entirely, and found himself running almost naked into the woods surrounding Yavne. That was where he hid for several years, knowing the king himself had offered a prize for his head.
He had dreamed of redeaming himself. Returning to Yavne as a king. He hunted during the days, and dedicated the nights for his magnificent project. A magic item which would earn him the respect of the people of Yavne, and allow him to enter back into society. He worked dilligently, but couldn't decipher the exact way to finish his project.
Until one day a loud screech had awaken Ishra. He opened his eyes to see an unbelievable army of barbarian creatures surrounding the city of Yavne. A catapult at its gates. He stood helpless as the first rock was released. Minutes later, the frail wall of Yavne was no more, and army of Orcs storming in, raping the women and killing the helpless children.
At first, Ishrazephi stood in shock, but then he decided - now would be his chance to redeem himself. Though he had no practical experience, he had delved deep into research of magic.
He opened with a meteor shower, killing almost half of the surprised orcs, along with any of Yavne's citizen's who had survived the attack up until then. He followed with a lightning bolt and several additional spells, diminishing the numbers of the shocked orcs.
Suddenly he came to a halt. His powers were exhausted, and while he had killed a majority of the orcs, several remained.
There was a moment of silence, each side uncertain. It then occured to the orcs that his powers were gone. They began inching closer slowly.
Ishrazephi stumbled backwards, falling. He knew this could be the end. He searched through his robes hopelessly, finally deciding to try a desperate ploy. He grabbes the item he had spent the last ten years working on, and placed it on his head.
"I am your king! Thou shall bow before me!". He then began mumbling enchantments, hoping the orcs would mistake them for another powerful spell.
To his amazement the orcs halted, looking at each other. They then turned their backs, dropping any items that weren't attached to their bodies and fled.
Ever since that day, Isrhazephi's item was known as the Crown of Ishrazephi, though it looks like a round metal pole. Bards have told stories about it, claiming that any barbarian who sees a person wearing the Crown of Ishrazephi immediately flees due to its unique magical power. Others claim that it does not really have any magical powers whatsoever. As a matter of fact, those stupid orcs simply ran away spreading a ridiculous rumour which eventually grew to gigantic proportions.
Either way, anyone wearing the Crown of Ishrazephi, if it really exists, and his party, is safe from a barbarian attack.
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Crown of Ishrazephi
effect - barbarian units do not attack its wearer or anyone in the same block. If there is a "fear" effect in the game, it may also be an option.
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I hope you like it... spent some time writing it. Of course, its absolutely your option and I won't be insulted if you don't think its right for this great mod.
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!! Good work Kael! 
Oh and good point about the Luchuirp, that is a better place to work in mechanics like this.
