The Darkness in the East
Many years ago, before Mandros Throhm founded his empire, the wizard king Zehrahnd ruled the lands to east. Over the mountains we now call Cilmorn’s Shield. He was not a despotic ruler, but firm with those under his protection.
Zehrahnd used his magics to build himself a tower and establish Citadels at the edges of his realm. Wealth flowed through lands and his people prospered. Of course, such an abundance of wealth and prosperity cannot go unnoticed for long.
It started in the southern reaches of Zehrahnd’s lands. Slowly at first. A darkness was growing. The Darkness gathered it’s power and bided it’s time. For many years the Darkness blighted the southern lands, turning everything around it into fetid swamps, and rotting bogs. The darkness attracted all manner of fell creatures to it’s side, and the land suffered.
Evil has no patience, and is not generally weak. The darkness that slithers is no exception. It did not wait long, it struck with great force, in the blackest night of the year.
Zehrahnd was a powerful wizard, but the Darkness is an ancient evil, known consort to She of the Five Faces. The wizard king did not withstand the onslaught for long. In the end Zehrahnd fled his tower, blackened as it was by the attacks.
Before he met his end, Zehrahnd fashioned a blade to be the instrument of his revenge. Crafting the weapon is eventually what killed him. He put every last ounce of his strength and power into the making of the blade, so that one day he might be redeemed and his lands restored to their former glory.
Throughout the long years since his death, the world has forgotten Zehrahnd and his kingdom. But the darkness that slithers remains in the east, a threat hanging over the head of us all.
The Brave men of Drake’s End hold back the tide of darkness and keep us all safe, and I hope they always will.
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