Fae/Dark One War

Among the greater powers was the Lady of the Forest. Guardian of the unknown, protector of the lands beyond. Some few of the mortals of the land began to gather around her, seeking to learn the secrets she held so close. Over time they became acolytes and teachers of what they had learned. In her presence they began to change, slowly becoming closer to her nature. Of all the changed, they were not the result of the effort of the power, but more of the nature of her close presence on those yearning to grow closer.   From her came all of the races of the Fae, the proud elves, mischievious pixies and curious dryads, the pools of niads and so forth, filling the wild places.   The Dark One, Lord of Death, the Ferryman was a dour sort. All of this change, all of these riotous spirits amusing for a short while. However when his eye beheld the fae, their lives drawn long and saw in them a diminuation of his proud purpose. So he began to plan.   He played not with the living, man and dwarf, orc and troll, but with the spirits who made their way to his gates when their time in the sun had passed. To these he offered gifts, or bound to new flesh, he delayed their passing, feeding their fears of the lands beyond. He brought forth a kingdom of death, housed by those neither wholely living, nor wholely dead and always, always hungry, striving for one more day.   These he unleashed on the forests, the wild hills and groves, seeking an end to the dream of immortality. The Fae/Dark One war began.   How long they fought and how it all ended is the subject of many tales and speculations. Save only this, neither the Dark One nor the Lady of the Forest were seen again. The ghoul lords led tattered remains of their armies back into the caves beneath the mountains of the frozen north. The wild lands saw new creatures step up to guards them, the Fairie Lords. And the Man on the Moon morned his sister.