It is 2 o'clock after Noon, on the Day of the Bull,
the 1st Day of the Month of the Heat, Year 317.
Chapter 1
The Forgotten Champion of Ulthuan
To whoever is fortunate enough to come across this parchment.
This is a
chronicle of a hero, a legend from the far away elven kingdom of Ulthuan.I cannot but feel tragically sad for this unsung hero.The year was 249, during the Great day of the Heavenly Hosts, at which that time
the great island continent of Ulthuan was under siege and raids by neighbouring
dark elves from Naggaroth.
The wicked elves swept through the outer regions like fire through dry weed.But one region
under the rule of the Grand Elven Lord Aenarill'Keail which was Taeroth the
White Fortress of Ulthuan still stood in all it's glory and unmolested.The king had not only one of the greatest city but
also the heaviest fortified with enough Elven Phoenix Guards (which by the way
are one of the elite orders of troops dedicated to bringing peace throughout Ulthuan) to keep the regions around
Taeroth safe.
The king and his beautiful wife Queen Myrinn had a child after
their first named Desparill, the first was Andarill of the Crown for he was to be the heir to the crown.The king always favoured
Desparill for he showed more strength and dicipline apart from his older brother
which was only keen on having knowledge in the ways of mystic arts.
At times when the king would be away from his
kingdom to aid in the crusade to drive off the dark elves, Desparill would be
training with the royal guards hoping that one day he too might be brought down to the battlefields to cut down the evil
ones (just like his father) and do good for his homeland and make his father
proud.