Before the reign of humans had gotten their proper grip in the lands of Tibia, before the great cities towered in the horizons from all around. Mages were the real rulers of the lands.
Most powerful of them all were the necromancers.
So came the moment when the greatest necromancer of them all, Lugri, heard of the son of Banor the Divine Warrior, and the Majestic Shield he had inherited. The shield wich was imbued with magic that provided it's handeler with unusually long lifespan and protection against disease and pain.
He announced that he needed assistance in a village nearby and to his aid a young, humble mage of the firearts by the name of Henke arrived.
He crossed the great dunes of the Jakundaf Desert.
He journeyed through the endless jungle of tiquanda for years.
And crossed the grizzly swamps, filled by nothing by spiceweed and poisonus creatures.
He took on the Big Old One
It took him a dozen days to climb to the top where he found him. Ghanor, son of Banor.
He told the story of how the shield was crafted from the friendship of a master cyclops and a master dwarf who shared a millenia tempering and hammering the steel used in the shield.
The bored hermit told the magician he would give the shield if he could best him.
Henke bested the druid in a game of puzzles and gained the shield and betrayed Lugri whereas he kept the shield for himself.