Posted 02 July 2008 - 11:06
(My version of the original... I was bored...it happens far too often...)
"Gather round ye adventurers and listen closely as I tell ye a tale of our past. Chafe not at mine words, for the roots of our histroy give life to our present and seed to our future. Know now that once these frosty ruins were part of a thriving town safe within the borders of a land named Eribor.
"Eribor was home to all humans, a green haven of lush fertile fields set apart in a hostile world at war. The people owed their protection to a mighty fortress guarding the lone valley pass connecting Eribor to the other realms. It was here that Iluthar, the Sword of Light resided, keeping safe Eribor from the evil that threatened it.
"East of the fortress lie the lands of Mora, where the Elves and their great forests shared an uneasy peace with Dark Mercenary clans, whom travelled from place to place as if cursed, unable to make settlement for longer than a few nights. And went they wished it, they would raid any human or dwarven outposts they might be passing for fun and profit.
"The Elves were no firends to the humans either, whom in ages past displaced many an elven ancestor from their northern forests before claiming the wood of the trees for their own selfish needs. And with nothing in common with the Dwarves of the West, the Elves had turned their sight from them completely.
"The Western lands named Eagos were barren to untrained eyes. Of mostly rock and mountain, no farmer sought to venture to claim the land. But the Dwarves had no such qualms, carving within the mountains their magnificent Dwarven Citadel Lansil. It was a masterpiece never again to be matched in it's brilliance.
"There was, but one more piece to this continental puzzle, the Withered Lands. South of the others, the very soil was tainted by the darkness that resided there. They called him the Shadow Lord, though whom and what he was in truth remains a mystery. It is written that he had power over all of the Withered Lands. He controlled the demons in the firey depths beneath it and the Dragons whom lorded the skies above it. He demanded total obedience from the Greenskin Warriors whom made up his armies and from the Undead forced to rise from their graves to serve him. And yet still he was not satisfied.
His eyes often lingered northwards where he fancied that Iluthar, the Sword of Light mocked his inability to conqueur all. Enraged by his own fantasy, he decided that he would possess the Sword and lay waste to the lands yet not his. He amassed his armies, filling their ranges with all his fearsome minions and plotted.
Instead of attacking directly the human fortress as was his usual way, his army swept across Mora, forcing the Elves from their leafy homes by force and fire. With little hesitation, the Dark Mercenaries swore allegience to the Shadow Lord as they watch with little feeling the cruel tortures practiced upon captured Elves. In less than a week, Mora was lost. But the bloodshed did not end there.
"Even before the fires had claimed even half of the forest, a legion of Greenskins and Demons had departed for Eagos and the Citadel Lansil. There they lie in ambush awaiting the messenger that would bring the woeful tidings of the East. The Dwarven armies that leapt to meet the enemies stood no chance against the surprise that befell them. Soon more legions came to meet the first and charged through the open gates of the Citadel to annihalate any who remained.
"Few Elves and Dwarves survived to flee to seek aid from the Humans in the North. The Human armies feared the worst, but hope and faith in the Sword, they bravely set forth in defending Eribor. Their skill and trust in their weapons were what aided them to fell great numbers of the monsters that they stood against. But each defeated foe seemed replaced by two and slowly the tide turned against the Forces of Light. Blood flowed in rivers over the cracked earth and the dead piled high, bodies amassing by the thousands. Fire soon sought out the fortress. Deserters and peasents panicked, adding to the chaos, though not for long as the Greenskins were unselective in their kills.
"In admist of the confusion that is war, Iluthar fell and was lost. Thwarted and unable to possess the Sword as he had wished, the Shadow Lord unleashed his dark forces upon the world, uncaring of the destruction that would follow or that his control was no longer absolute. And then he retreated to his dark throne in the south, beginning tirelessly the search for that which he still longs for.
"His legions still linger throughout Erildath, wreaking terror upon its inhabitants, refusing to be defeated by the warriors and heroes, whom seek the return of the peace and prosperity lost to the realms.
"As for the Sword, no one knows the truth of Iluthar. But it is said that when Iluthar returns to the people, the fate of Erildath will finally be decided.
"And that is a tale that I wished ye to hear. And just as I hear the words form upon thine lips; 'and how is it that a blade forged of metal and fire deem mine fate? I ask ye; Open thy mind and see the truth of the Sword and ye shalt know Iluthar.
"I bid ye well adventurers, I bid ye well."