It is 11 o'clock after Noon, on the Day of the Great Gods,
the 5th Day of the Month of Winter, Year 318.
Chapter 2
The Forgotten Champion of Ulthuan
After years of war in the outer regions of Taeroth,
King Aenarill finally returned to his homeland. Having
being victorious over the wicked elves, Aenarill was
looking forward to settling down and retire for he was
growing old and weak. The crown would soon be passed
down to Andarill.
The crown itself was a legendary
heirloom passed down from generations since the time
of Tel-Arin the first of Taeroth's ruler and great
great grandfather of Aenarill. Legend was told that the
crown was forged in the deepest pits of Black Fire
Peak by the dwarven runesmiths. It had in it the power
of infinite wisdom and supreme rulership.
And so it was
called the Crown of Command. Knowing that Andarill was
weak and lacked the superiority to rule his kingdom
successfully, the king decided that the crown would be
passed on to Desparill. But for great power comes great
responsibilities, and so King Aenarill decided to put
his son Desparill through a test that would not only
prove him worthy of a king but a legend.
You see, for many hundred years the splendour of Taeroth was not without a torn in it's side, for there was an ancient
evil deep under the great fortress. It was a
plague, that would strike twice a year. A long time ago
there was a noble elven sorcerer who started meddling
with dark arcane arts. He saw the mage class of the
elven society as weak and frail, and wanted to make a
change and name for himself as an immortal. Soon evil
seeped into his soul and slowly he turned away from
the light and was forced to move deep under Taeroth in
it's underground tunnel ways.
For many years he would
plunder the tombs and catacombs located under the city
for his foul experiments and slowly bringing the dead
back to life to serve under his command as slaves and
soldiers. None knew of this hideous being and his great
undead empire underneath. Oh yes, he did indeed succeed
in being an immortal and worst then that a greater
lich. The name Xann the Black Wizard would be carved
into the memories of all in the great fortress.
Having
discovered of the dark city, the Elven Phoenix Guards
were assembled and soon an army was ready to purge the
city of the foul beings and the lich. It took many
months to drive and clear the undead out of the city
and finally Xann was impaled and destroyed by a
Phoenix Avatar.
But before it's death he swore that he
would return even after eternal damnation twice every
year to bring back his empire bit by bit and with that
very words the lich uttered words long forgotten in an
ancient tongue, a curse that would destroy everything
and a seal that would prevent the living from ever
returning back down.
And so with his last words all perished and the everything crumbled to dust until the Black One rebuilt it. And so Desparill was faced with the task of finishing off what his ancestors left. Why Desparill you ask? When King Aenarill consulted the oracle in the divine temple, it told him that only one would be able to pass through the great barrier of the
dead, and that one being was the king's child. It would
be either Andarill or Desparill for they were bestowed
the blessings of the gods and the power to slay
Xann. And only they could do it and none other.
The king
felt that the only one that could do it was
Desparill. He had only one chance to make the right
decision and he would die if, Desparill the son that he
loved the most would perish. And so Desparill was sent
into the deep unknown........