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There were times when the sun touched this fair land. The Races of the Sun prospered and no attention was paid to [the crevice]. A canyon that split our lands and spawned the cursed Dark Ones. As the desert grew around this fissure, still minds were not piqued. When the darkness began to linger over the great desert, concerns were brought forth from the night raids of the Dark Ones. Many Explorers came to solve the mystery of the depths. By this time it was too late.
The great war is over. The darkness spread until it touched all the great cities of the land; and one by one, they fell... Kingdoms were shattered and the power grew. Night engulfed every great land until all were consumed. It seemed it would continue until even The Great City fell. As the night approached, all races gathered for the comming wave. Every man steeled himself to the final victory. Dwarven warriors brandished the weapons of old and every Able Elf came to the aid of Man. All the peoples of the sun prepared to decide the fate of our world. When black licked the defenses of our world they came. Waves upon waves, breaking against the forces of light. We battled for time imortal. The darkenedf field deceptive in time denied us the hope of day or even the rest of night. And so we fought. Blood of man joined that of all as the Dark Ones relentless assault continued. All was done none were spared.... The prophecy of elves was fullfilled.
Apocalypse came... and we lost.
The Dwarves routed shut themselves under Aya-Shatur. Men followed and were hunted to the foot of that fair ediface of the north. Here they were spared by the glint of the suns renewed power. The elves, my people, were hunted down from the Golden waters to the eastern seas of Minuial-lhun. The few that survived have been scattered never allowed to settle; Continuously hunted.
I write this to tell of the current events that have been recorded around the realm. The darkness is spreading again... Why it stopped or why it returned its slow trickle, noone knows. The remnants of the peoples are in danger. Some how the darkness must be stopped. The Dwarves must be wakened, Men again rallied. I sense the gods reawakening from long slumber. We must find its weakness. May we prevent the next apocalypse. Return to us Rillfane, you must see to it...
-Memoirs of Tierien: Last of the Elven Kings
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