Story of Eurus:
"When the first fires of the west came, no one thought much of it. First, the remote forests, where only where the small creatures who dwell there were in danger; we did not think much of it. The fires spread into the plains, where the farms were consumed by the encroaching blaze.
The Kings of the
Aaludian Empire summoned the counsel of kings. My brother and sisters were present, vested in keeping the peace among the mortal races. We were questioned, my sister would say accused, but the four winds were not at fault.
Each of us searched to the four corners of
Zin, looking for great heroes to aid us to the cause to stop the blaze, the troubles that stir men's hearts. The fire pressed unabated, and chaos followed.
I heard my sister's scream in the west, then her voice went silent.
Plagues, famine, war broke followed the fire, and thus began
The Dark Times. The voices of my brothers went silent, and then hers. The birds and trees say she went to the realms beyond, looking for great heroes to aid, but no avail. The Gods of the four winds… now silent. And fortunately, so were the great fires were quelled. The Hubris of a God instilled in my untainted heart… I believed we were safe.
The earth below became uneasy, and like the first flames, it began slowly, then suddenly... reports of marauding Orcs, Goblins, Gnolls, and other fowl beats, spewed forth from the depths below. Those from below that were captured had been touched by a new Danger. Eyes as dark as black ichor, swore their life to the one master, Bool, the destroyer.
I called upon the last great
Archmages of Color to muster their powers. Yet, even their divinations were only Shadow, shrouded in darkness and haze, like watered sullied, dirty and spoiled; their great magics befuddled. Were there no heroes left to stop the wrong?
The wind of the
Notus, God of the South Wind went cold, then that of the
Boreas, God of the North Wind, went still. I thought it impossible, had my brothers and sister fallen victim to
The Darkness .
Desperate, I now petitioned the Gods of
Seven Heavens, for if lost souls of Mortals would not rouse them, perhaps the lost souls born of the Gods. I wished, but I had sway left, after my mother's betrayal.
But all was not lost, desperation, or bickering amongst themselves, or their own selfish desires, at last the Gods heard our prayers. You should never blaspheme them, for they do care about us Gods, and mortals alike.
Three is the number of power, and thus the Gods forged three swords in the Seven Heavens, where the greatest metals exist alongside the
Pillar of Creation . The first sword, Lightbringer, or you might know it as the
Sword of Votune , welded by the
Votune, Goddess of Seasons , which now serves the Witch Queen
Lysanthir , and her husband the Lich King
Daerma Myrddin , of the Isles of Eathalos. The Second Sword, Holy Avenger welded by
Meotl, God of Forgiveness, which blade is now lost. And lastly, the reason for your audience, and heroes of the realm, the Sword of Lightrazor, once welded by
Comta, Goddess of Wonders.
Surely, these weapons of great power, forge and welded by the Gods would be enough to defeat this usurper? Yes... the gods have been silent, but now.. there was hope.
I had to see one they call
Bool, Goddess of Oblivion, usurper of Men. My wings carried me on the east wind, I followed the ruins, battlefields, and terror which her hoards at wrought. Against the
Hordes of Bool, each God was challenged. But what is the power of Gods against the unassailable Darkness? Comta, Goddess of Wonder, in which all Mortals dreams are made of, fell to the might of Bool. Comta fled, and her sword, Lightrazor, lost in battle to
The Darkness .
The wind whispered to me, it tells me its secrets, something familiar lingered. The
Armies of Light and Darkness gathered: Men, Dwarves, and the
Asrai took one side of the great wood; Orc, goblin, troll gathered on the other; a great battle was to be had at the Gaia Tree, where the fate of Mortals were meant to be had.
I was there, the last of the God Winds, standing proud alongside Votune and Meotl, and six Archmages, with the Armies of Light, assembled at the great tree for the Last Battle of Men. The sky was dark, the sun hidden by
Eclipse of Nynir.
Below, blood, battle, and she roared, shadow, and flame, in her hand it was Lightrazor, the Sword of Comta, now twisted, filled with the stars of the void, striking down and consuming the Great Gods; first Meotl, then Votune. The Shadow only mocks, it cannot make; it can only warp and twist what the forces of Good have created. Lightrazor had now become Blackrazor, all-consuming, even the souls of the Gods themselves.
I flew down and looked into the eyes of the Darkness, to gleam insight into the destroyer, her eyes once pure gold, now filled with the darkness which consumed all of Zin.
It was as I feared... she was my sister.
Bool, Goddess of Oblivion, was the Darkness; which had gone missing years ago in search for Heroes.
I fought her with all my might the Gods had imbued me with. But the powers of the Gods were not enough, for she could did not recognize me, for now she was twisted by the powers of the Shadow. She struck my breast with Blackrazor. I was not mortally struck, but the tip shattered within my breast, embedded into my golden heart. The sword's magics released decimating many of the light and darkness. My sister released the blade in its violent separation, and fled back into the darkness.
Weakened, I told the Keraptis, the Yellow Archmage, to take Blackrazor and flee.
After the Last Battle of Men, the Darkness's forces were crippled by its Pyrrhic victory. The elves fled from the
Deepwood Vale, and the Kingdom of Men were vassalized by The Darkness.
The Yellow Archmage Keraptis died years later in
Vagrax, fighting against the forces of Darkness, perhaps foolishly challenging
Valath. Before he died, he hid away the sword, and other powerful artifacts away so they may never be found and used by the Shadow.
The pain of the Shard of Blackrazor has become too much to bear, and I worry it has begun to corrupt my golden heart. I am not proud to say this, but I have tried to kill myself to end this pain. I am desperate, and I need your help in retrieving the sword, so we may destroy it and end my pain, and then destroy The Darkness.
- Blackrazor can only be weld by mortal hands after it has been fractured.
- The Archmagi has laid many traps around the artifacts to prevent the forces of Darkness to retrieve them.
- Eurus's lair is nearby
- I have been waiting for heroes of bravery and valor to retrieve the artifacts to fight The Darkness before she returns.
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