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I looked to the across his lips conveyed less comfort than it might have. It chinked most enticingly, and I knew at his possession, my gratitude would know no bounds. Such an offer, from such a man, might mean much. Should you of the North, that struck me. Should you betray him, you will upon you and bring you peace, might your humble servant be hunted down and dragged back to the Court of Wisdom in make one request, to aid him in this search, before his chains.

Your end will make a long, painful, and edifying tale sandals strike the dusty trail and thence into oblivion? The bag was heavy, but not as heavy as these words. I will not lie to you:. Perhaps, if I left the coins behind, my disappearance would go unremarked?

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He held the bag out to me. You and estranged, cousins. Whatever the truth, the Void is the space within which all later creation took place. Aspects of these myths seem incomprehensible, Without breath, tongue, or lips, the First are said to have or outright contradictory. These verses described about these matters but rarely found the exercise enlightening. Elves insist that echoes of the Lays They blithely insist that their accounts, which blend the meta- can be heard to this day in the rhythms of nature.

They say the phorical with the literal, somehow represent the same truth. While they tradition that the Wealdweavers work their craft. Another thing: they love to lord it over us with regard to their deep wisdom. Should you ever be lucky I will introduce the matter of dragons and their creation by way of a marginal gloss, partly be- cause I have no clear idea of when it occurred, and enough to come across a collection of his theses, be sure to com- partly because these terrible beasts of fire and fury pare your notes with the wisdom therein, for it has been many deserve no better in my view.

We know the First years since I had the fortune to study it. However, even Tim- cannot have created Dragonkin before the creation morran, with all his insight, had to take the word of the Elves on of the Aenlong, for the Dragonkin are of it.

Fur- this issue, and as you will no doubt go on to learn, Timmorran ther, the Dragonkin must have existed before the was not always the finest judge of character.

First created mortal realm, because the Dragonkin played a part in its construction. Before there was even physical form or time or manner reminiscent of the Lays of the First note dreams, there were the First. The First are greater in terms of poten- tial than mighty gods, for it is to the First that gods owe their own Through these incantations, they set about creating existence. Yet also they are lesser, for the First lack personality and the Firma Dracem, the mortal realm, and adorned form, and therefore have nothing to which a thinking creature it with spinning bodies, planets, and suns.

Their can relate. Thanks to their talents, they were termed the Foundrakes, also called the Yrthwrights. The highest of these is the Empyre- an, a plane of perfection. Elven legends talk of the four spheres: the spheres of light, air, life, and dreams. The lowest of the Planes of Power is the Ynfernael. Whether the First intended the Ynfernael, or whether it was through I must digress here for a moment and mention two locations that are within the Aenlong, yet also sometimes outside or crossing into the mortal the influence of some other malign power, is quite unknown.

These locations present yet another challenge What is clear is that it is a dismal place populated by mon- to the non-Elven imagination, for how can physi- strous entities that crave to visit torture and degradation upon cal places exist outside of the purview of reality?

The Elves speak of several spheres that they associate Once again, the Elves choose to obfuscate the issue, with the Ynfernael, and these include but may not be limited claiming that such locations are simply understood to Darkness, Pain, Death, and Hunger.

Between them, the Aenlong was formed, the realm to which The roaming Darkwood is one of these locations. The Aenlong is a Said to be a massive and ancient woodland, it is spiritual plane, however, believed to be the same as the fabled dense with mossy tree trunks and thick under- Grey Lands spoken of in the practices of the Dream Walkers.

The Darkwood has Over time, the Aenlong became full of the refuse of creation, no fixed position in the Aenlong, but alters its po- half-tangible, unfinished things that belong in neither the sition and the limit of its borders according to an Empyrean, nor the Ynfernael, nor the mortal realm.

The Elves draw a poetic comparison Elven sources, to create the Verto Magica, the First employed between the waters of the river and tears shed in a sort of spiritual mechanism involving the rise and fall of the sorrow, claiming that sadness, like the waters of the Empyrean and the Ynfernael planes. Without the Verto Mag- river, is not present in the Empyrean. Timmorran ica, everything would be fixed in place, and time would stand himself theorized that the river was formed from still.

You may raise an objection here, in that the earlier myths implied the existence of such things as movement and the pass- ing of time. After all, the Void existed before the Elves, did it not? Perhaps a purely spiritual existence does not require such things as distinction between the figurative and the literal. Little is attention to the creation of life. Elven sources suggest that by known of them, and even in my vagabond days, I only ever the time they themselves were created, other beings already heard rumors of their existence.

The Fae manner or were unintended manifestations of the Empyrean are at home in the air and the Dimora in the earth; they are spheres of air and life is not a settled matter.

The only known protection against them is cold iron, and all books pondering their exis- tence are girded with the thick metal. Instead, their spirits were nour- ished wholly through their relation to the spheres. T he First then undertook the creation of more familiar beings, and prominent among them were Lord Emorial and Lady Latariana, called Father and Mother to the Elves. If It is not entirely clear whether Emorial and Latariana were themselves the progenitors of the Elven people, or merely the the Elven myths are true and I remind you of all the usual first of them to be created and gain particular recognition.

She of Air. The Elves dwelt Crown of Dreams and Life. Scholars ponder over why Latariana became avaricious, but With a heavy heart, Latariana agreed.

She turned to Emo- consensus suggests that a shadowy spirit from the Ynfernael rial, and she whispered to him the last tender words he would plane tempted her in secret murmurs.

Others suggest that the ever hear. They embraced then, and she wept brave tears of sor- First, lacking personality, were too cold an entity or entities row and regret before climbing on the back of the Yrthwright.

The majestic creature then spread its vast wings and flew up Whatever her motives, she cajoled her husband and made into the darkening skies. More stars began to appear, he set off to grant her wish. The watched them in sorrow and awe. First did not so much as deign to respond, leaving Emorial humiliated and wrathful. But one could not look. Emorial was staring at his hands, wet with the tears of Latariana.

Before his eyes, the tears trans- He returned to the Elves and marshaled them in mutiny formed into eleven stunning pearlescent jewels, but mere against the First.

Like the stars, they were tokens Years, Lady Latariana at his side. The Elves thought they of hope for the Elves, signs that they could earn forgiveness. Though they did not real- However, Emorial was wracked with shame, anger, and ize it, they were crossing over into the Aenlong. The promise of eventual forgiveness he could not coun- tenance for himself. The jewels were to serve as marks of office, for Emorial divided his host into For countless days, the Elves marched, perhaps never realiz- eleven tribes, and directed the nobles to lead each faction.

He ing they were hopelessly lost. They fell to the predations of bade them take his people into the future of this new world the Fae and the Dimora. They traversed the hazardous wastes until a path back to the Empyrean was made clear.

Then, one day, they found themselves on narrow tracks that led through a great foreboding forest, and Then, he took up his sword and with cold fury in his heart, they came, eventually, to a great green glade bathed in golden left his people. The Elves say that he journeyed to the Ynfer- sunlight. This was the Aymhelin forest, whose northernmost nael plane, seeking to mete out vengeance on the corrupting eaves reach into the lands of Terrinoth to this day.

For a brief moment, Emorial dared to think that their muti- ny had succeeded and their dominion over the four spheres of the Empyrean had been won. They were exiled I t is a sad fact that history focuses more on violent moments than on periods of peace, and so it is that there is little to be said of the harmonious years in which Elves settled in the from the Empyrean.

Light and Air would no longer be theirs mortal realm. Two centuries after their arrival, the tribes scat- to command. The Lays of the First would no longer come tered to far-flung territories and developed distinct cultures.

Lastly, they were now Only the Latari Elves remained in the forested clearing. Still, imprisoned on the mortal plane—which the Elves now real- the eleven Elven tribes kept links of trade and friendship. This world. Our world, which some dare name Malcorne was the proud bearer of a Tear of Latariana and after the Yrthwright of this tale. Instead, it turned to Latariana, and it offered her a ter- pursued the demons into their home.

Among the other tribes, rible choice. They were hailed win an eventual reprieve. Latariana would have to enter ing action without consulting with the other tribes. In their the Void, taking with her the Ynfernael temptations that had efforts to fight the Ynfernael, they had begun to study and led to her greed. During one patrol, Malcorne was leading a band of demon be prisoners forever.

The Latari Elves maintain to this day that hunters deep into the caverns when their battles caused a cave- it was not Emorial whom Malcorne encountered in the cave, in that separated him from the others. He was thought to have but a cunning demon wearing his face. When he returned to the Malcari city, A TEAR IN SHADOW having somehow miraculously survived his encounter with a Malcorne knew the Elves would need strong allies if they were demon, Malcorne was a changed chieftain, given to brooding to cast down the First, and so he used his Tear to pull down the moods and regarding his fellows with suspicious glances.

There, he In time, Malcorne gathered a small coterie of his most found the allies he had been looking for: a horde of demons who trusted allies to his side and explained that in his wander- had crossed over from where the Ynfernael overlapped with the ings he had found Emorial, their long-lost king. Emorial had Aenlong. In that moment, the Tear of Latariana that Malcorne explained to Malcorne that the Tears of Latariana were a gift possessed grew dull and shadowy, losing the light it once held.

However, their rightful home. The promise the needed in order to break the shackles of this reality and gather Foundrake Mennara had given Latariana was a lie: the false allies from the Aenlong. The two sides could not be reconciled, so Malcorne eternity.

In his dying breath, Emorial charged Malcorne with launched an attack on the other Elven tribes, determined to revealing the truth of the First to the other Elven tribes and capture their precious Tears of Latariana by force.

The surviving Elves fled to remote mortal beings. However, the indirect consequence of Ynfer- regions, distant islands, and lonely mountaintops in order to nael energies bleeding through was geographical change and protect their precious Tears from capture.

The Dragonkin had always shared a ing the corrupted Elven chieftain. Along the way, he gathered semblance of culture and learning and had assisted the Elves in companions to his cause: High Priestess Celeneth of the Salish, the past, but now they were joined by younger races, such as the Feredel sorcerer Keldarim, Erenil the Swift of the Latari, and the Dwarves, Orcs, and we Humans.

The Elves were concerned others. The Dragonkin did not concur. Yet the Navlis lordling would not No one knows what caused the Great Cataclysm, a series give up. Its tempests washed away great swaths be forced to pay a terrible price. Glaciel could not allow his of land or shattered them into archipelagos. Some say Glaciel and his companions returned to rally their respective Ynfernael energies tore the land apart, or that it was the work tribes with a flight of dragons at their back.

On the Plains of the Daewyl in an appalling act of revenge. Others suggest of Enfreil, they fought a final battle against Malcorne. Many, however, tend to agree achieved victory and struck down the dark Elven lord. Many worry that small enclaves of the Dae- exactly three thousand and thirty years. In the wake of the wyl still lurk in the dark nooks of the world, but at least one destruction, the younger races began to play a greater role in group claims to have come back to the light.

Now calling the shaping of history. Presumably, the ancestors of Dwarves, themselves the Deep Elves, they seek to atone for their sins Orcs, and Humans were created and performed great acts dur- by destroying demons in this realm—and in others beyond. A savage, nomad- ic culture was winning a reputation for ruthless marauding T he War of the Shadow Tear had been won, but the Elves still faced trouble.

Daewyl sorcerers had opened up many rifts between the mortal realm and the Ynfernael, and in the far northern wastes; perhaps these barbarians were the ancestors of the great and terrible Uthuk people. If so, they any demon wishing to enter Mennara could use them to cross can be credited as the oldest of the Human civilizations, just as over into our vulnerable world. The early Dwarves scraped out a O ur world is an ancient and often mysterious place.

The legends say that one day Valnir grew sick from be treated as Elven mysticism and legend, pertaining the ash-laden skies, and all knew that she would soon die. But Helka refused to accept this, and instead chose to journey There follows a lengthy period of a somewhat un- with her daughter deep into the heart of the Heath to find certain duration.

This era deals with the effect of the the great and terrible beings that made their lairs in the tallest Tears, the appearance of sentient races besides the fire-mountains. Elves, and the rise of Humanity. The journey was long and perilous, but finally, Helka found The first historical occasions I would personally a vast cave on the top of the tallest mountain. Fearlessly, Helka faced the dragon and demanded that it ger that followed it. The dragon gestured to the walls of the cave, and Helka could see claw-carved runes covering the rock.

Humanity spread from the Ru Steppes into other lands. The Dwarf agreed, and the dragon showed her which runes Perhaps these Humans fled as refugees from the ancestors of could be spoken to heal her child. They would be the last the Uthuk.

In the lands that were to become Terrinoth, they thing she saw, as its wondrous visage grew in brilliance and found temperate climes, cool lakes teeming with fish, abun- seared her eyes. The mighty being left, and Helka spoke the dant woodlands, and fertile valleys. Early settlers soon found words of power to cure Valnir. Then, she felt her way to the that they were able to give up their roaming ways in favor of cave wall and, by touch, began memorizing the shapes of the permanent residence in villages and farmsteads.

When Helka returned to her kin, she took a stone and scratched every rune she could remember into a slab of basalt. The Dwarves, how- ever, are singularly closemouthed about their past. For all my The runes contained the secrets of magic, metalworking, farm- ing, and masonry. With this knowledge, the dwarves were able journeys through the Dunwarr Mountains and visits to their to travel from the fire-scorched heart and into the green prai- capital of Thelgrim, my best insights came from an itinerant ries that encircled the Heath.

They built great cities of brass Dwarven sailor in Orris. For many years, they worked to build What I learned—and have since corroborated via a surrepti- a realm of stability and peace, as Helka the Bold continued to tious visit to the Runescribes' Guild Libraries—was that Dwarven study the secrets of the runes and Valnir became a great leader history has been a series of tragedies that has seen its people con- of her people.

But the peace was not to last. I see in them what might have become of our own race in such early days, had we not heroes such as Timmorran and Daqan to steady us. They cast wrothful eyes on the growing Karok Doum, and eventually, they went to war.

Though the Dwarves fought valiantly, such a war could only have one outcome. One by one, their cities burned. The shattered remnants of their armies made a final stand at Black Ember Gorge. Behind them, caravans of refugees fled from the Heath into the hills and plains beyond. Before them, the dragon armies circled.

Though old and frail, Helka the Bold led a final army against the dragons, telling Valnir to lead the remainder of their peo- ple to safety. At the last, Helka was said to have unleashed her most devastating runes to destroy the pass along with many dragons. Alas, the rune magic also took the lives of Helka and the brave Dwarves who stood with her that final day.

Eventually, however, their wanderings led them to a vast mountain chain. Some journeyed east, forming the settle- ments in the Jornall mountains, while others continued trav- eling south. However, Valnir and many of her people instead built homes amongst the mist-shrouded peaks to the north of where Terrinoth would arise.

The occasional dragon still flew out of the north, and so the Dwarves began to build their fortresses underground. As they followed caves deep below the surface, they left the sky behind. T he Hunger Years mark the end of history as the Elves tell it and the beginning of our own. At that time, Humans had made tentative movement toward civilization but did not yet keep calendars, and the lands that would go on to become Terrinoth were largely uninhabited save for a few fledgling farmsteads and villages.

Arcus was a noble chieftain of one of the small village fiefdoms. In the latter days of the Years of Hunger, his home- land faced constant attack from brutal Orcish raiders and those who would eventually become the terrible Bloodguard Knights.

Arcus forged a confederation with neighboring fiefs, con- Like some other young nobles whom I might mention, vincing them to pool resources and fighters in order to secure Prince Farrengol had always been a boisterous child, but with a safer land.

Soon after, these united armies vanquished their his mother exiled and his father lost to melancholy, he now enemies. Lord Arcus, who had not only provided the vision lacked any sort of parental hand. He was household guard, and an unwise bond of mutual support was declared king of the new realm of Talindon, the central king- forged.

The guards taught the young prince how to ride and dom of the continent. It is from this momentous event, nearly fight, but they also brought him along when they secretly two thousand years ago, that we date our years raided far-flung farmsteads for their own merriment.

For his part, the prince made sure that his friends never had to face King Arcus proved to be a capable ruler. He set to drafting any serious consequences for their wicked behavior. He raised funds for temples and great jester performed a verse penned for the occasion. When Far- works of art. He kept the people safe, establishing fortifica- rengol realized that the first letter of each line spelled out the tions, border patrols, and chivalric orders. They galloped from the castle, calling for a pox to take cated their own efforts to its glory.

They did not return. Reports of their crimes The Years of Hunger were over, and for nearly three centu- were grave and only increased in frequency, but the gloomy ries, the realm flourished under the rule of the Penacor Kings. King of Grief would not rouse himself to order their capture.

When he first came to the throne in the year , King Jerlon It was thus left up to the Lord of Nerekhall to place a bounty Penacor showed every sign of proving worthy of the crown. Roving knights soon tracked the His capable queen, Riya, was celebrated at court for her intel- outlaws down to a farmstead. The scene within was one of ligence and charm, and their infant sons, Farrengol and Far- unspeakable horror.