Myar:The Shadow Desire
The Shadow Desire
The Curse of the Elves
Sorcerer Mannorath and his young apprentice Zoras had advanced into the tombs of Tirnas. Tirnas himself was one of the demon lords who cast the land under his shadow over seven thousand years ago by creating the Necros: corpses inhabited by lowly servant demons, also often simply called Willless ones.
Mannorath had come here to recover the Skull of Tirnas, as this artifact was the key to the creation of the Necros and also the only key to the final banishment of the shadow that had plagued the land for seven thousand years.
Mannorath and Zoras entered the great crypt where the corpse of Tirnas still lay hidden, but a blade pierced Tirnas skull. It was neither rusted nor dusty, but it was rammed deep into the foundation.
“Master, this blade… it is beautiful..." said Zoras, stretching out his hand to pull out the blade.
“Ner'a Kelsuk”
Zoras was caught in a gust of wind and hurled against the wall. He yelled angrily at Mannorath, “What is this, Master? You want the skull, don't you?”
“Zoras, your arrogance is your weakness, come and see what is written on the pedestal where the blade is stuck!”
“Lort tara´k kellu dens´e Mraa´s yerlok Eschkar´ Ora´s myna Telkis”
“Mannorath, what is this nonsense? Well, take the skull and let's go, we have been down here much too long.”
“No! This is an ancient language, the language of the lords, in our language it means something like: The power of Tirnas will pass to the one who touches the Rune Blade, but with a terrible price.”
“Do you already believe in ancestral tales, Mannorath?”
Zoras stepped toward the tomb again, paused for a moment, grabbed the blade, pulled it from the pedestal, and collapsed on the spot. Mannorath screamed: “NO!”
Zoras began to get up. Mannorath strode towards him, his face flushed with anger. “Zoras! How could you? You cannot begin to imagine what curse you just put on yourself!” Zoras, now back on his feet, laughed maliciously. “Mannorath, what do you know about such things? Nothing!” Zoras gripped the blade and swung at his master, who deftly dodged and the blade smashed into a pillar, which immediately gave in to the force and collapsed under the tremendous magic.
Mannorath threw up his fist, steel chains shot out of the walls and wrapped around Zoras’ body.
“Hold up Zoras, you don't know what you're doing!”
"No master! You do not know! The hour of awakening has come! From today, I am the master and you are the apprentice! Walk with me and greater power than you could have ever imagined awaits you! Should you refuse, however, your spirit will slowly perish in darkness!"
“I will never get involved in something like that, Zoras!”
Zoras slashed through the chains that encased him, the sword slashing through the metal like butter. “As this blade breaks these chains, so will it break you, Mannorath! The day will come when you bow to my will, one way or another!”
So they battled, student against master. Mannorath fought bravely against Zoras, but the power of the blade could not be broken, and after a long and bloody duel Mannorath had to flee defeated and was not seen again for years.
Zoras left the tombs and went to Narathzul, the gigantic capital of the elven kingdom of Kallidar - the top of the city reaches into the clouds. Once there, he shared his newly acquired knowledge of dark forces and demonology with the local elves.
And indeed, some elves - first out of curiosity but later more out of a thirst for power – dealt with summoning demons. These elves became more and more taken with evil and soon quarrels between the elves inevitably arose. Many rejected the demons as the embodiment of evil, but the demon pacts led by Zoras would not give up their unelven activities.
So came regular disputes that the elves had never had before. The clashes became more and more violent, and conflicts soon came. A real civil war had broken out. Elf fought against elf, brother against sister, daughter against father. Zoras’ lover, Princess Tarnry, and some of her comrades-in-arms managed to take boats and fled to Northforge to avoid the fighting.
Zoras was so enraged by what happened with his beloved that he summoned all the dark elves to put an end to the matter once and for all. They all met at their secret summoning place and together they wanted to perform the greatest ritual of all... They broke the border between the worlds and opened a portal to another dimension, a dimension of absolute chaos. One could compare this dimension to hell, but hell is only a word... With this shattering of the structure between worlds, Zoras doings were brought to the attention of the Dark Legions - who had slumbered for millennia - and the Demon Lord Armonaarth came into the world through the portal, followed by his lesser servants. For seven thousand years no demon lord had set foot on the mortal world, and in retaliation for the remaining elves' valiant resistance to the new demon invasion, the lord reduced Narathzul to rubble and ash. And at the end of that day not a single elf was left alive in all of Kallidar.
The Crusade of Darkness
But Armonaarth's hatred of mortals was not yet satiated: he united his demonic legions with the cursed elves, henceforth called Dark Elves, and with the repelled Necros. With this formidable force he attacked Nursill from several fronts. This battle went down in history as the "Three Days War" because the people were unprepared, downright helpless. Not even the bulwarks in the mountains could withstand the onslaught. And so, the human kingdom of Fallas was consumed by shadow, and with it the human race. Only in Northforge there were some rebels hiding in the snowy mountains. The leader of these rebels was none other than Tarnry, who fled Kallidar so long ago. Now, she was the very last elf.
But whatever one did, the dark legions could not be stopped. Ultimately it came to a decisive battle on an island off Northforge, where the rebels marched with all their forces against Armonaarth. But the mortals were no match for this superior number: although the legions of darkness were decimated, victory was not possible. So it was that after a few hours, Tarnry and Armonaarth found themselves face to face.
“Demon... we will exterminate your brood like we always have!” Tarnry raised the shield, ready to die at any moment for the freedom of her world, knowing very well that she alone would never have the power to defeat one of the Demon Lords.
The demon lord swung for the final blow. A loud scream broke the silence, as Zoras had pierced his Runeblade into the Demon Lord's heart, which collapsed instantly. Without their leader, the remaining demonic legions crumbled under the united mortal forces.
Armonaarth, the enemy of all living was defeated.
Tarnry managed to confront Zoras after the battle.
“Zoras, how could you? Have you finally realised your mistakes?” asked Tarnry.
“No love, my actions were justified, I did it because I loved you once!”
“Look at what your lust for power has brought! You deserved death, but you saved my life, so this one time I will show mercy; but I warn you, if you should ever set foot on Fallas again, you will be considered dead! Now get out of my sight and never return!”
“You can't do that! I saved you! You owe me a debt of gratitude!” shouted Zoras, but the soldiers dragged him away.
Tarnry was crowned the new Queen of Fallas.
On the island where Armonaarth had fallen, she had a city built. She named it Ertorath, and it was to become the new capital of her empire.
Symphony of Fire and Ice
Zoras, weakened, fled into the mountains of Northforge, but could not overcome losing the battle. Through his witchcraft, he created magical seals in hidden places in the mountains that put a curse on the entire country. Zoras used his magic to force the elemental spirits to do his bidding, which enabled him to encase all of Northforge in ice and snow. The newly formed empire under Queen Tarnry's leadership was once again under threat. Over the years the human race had to migrate from Northforge, as winter had robbed them of their habitat...
Now, rumors circulate that the Dark Elves who fled back to Kallidar have built a gigantic black citadel in the ruins of Narathzul, and it has recently been rumored in some mage circles that Mannorath has returned.
