Too, pouring forth from the earth like squirming maggots, came the forces of evil both beast and undead. Suddenly the foul odor of death came and the earth opened to engulf the Elders in flames the white-bright fire clinging to their flesh, knowingly and eagerly eating each layer of skin. The ether had quaked with the Elders' magic effort, and the curse of the Order followed the trail unerringly to the Elders' conventicle. Drained by their efforts, the Elders fell to the floor, listening to the single painful scream echoing from the now-scorched battlefield.īut then the forces of the Abyss took their vengeance. At that silent instant, a brilliant flash of light came from the east and the armies that had gathered against you were no more. When all voices had spoke against the Order, the seven Elders extinguished the seven candles flames simultaneously. And while the armies of the seven nations gathered to destroy the Sidhe, the Elders convened to discuss the fate of your people. The disciples of D'Sparil conspired with the kings of the earth to remove the last lands of apostasy. The Sidhe are now considered the Heretics, the unclean, fit only to be wiped from the face of the Earth. Scorned by the other people of Earth, the Sidhe possessing powers of their own, remained unaffected by the spell of the Riders. Only D'Sparil, the weakest of them remained while his disciples traveled the earth cleansing it in preparation for its descent. And after they controlled the great nations two Riders left the world. As the power of the Order grew, even the seven kings of the Earth followed like cattle behind them. Their worshipers were the Order of the Sign blind followers, without will, void of spirit. Those who believed in the sign created a temple in their honor and it bore the mark of the crossed trident. As a sign of power they brought peace to the Eastern provinces. Only their eyes were revealed sunken with evil, dreadful intensity. Circling the candles stood the Elders of the Sidhe, leaders of an ancient elf race adept in arcane sorcery and keepers of the Tome of Power.įrom the East came the evil foretold by your forefathers: the three Serpent Riders, guardians of death everlasting. You knew - but any Sidhe would have known in the magic of the reflections pulsing across the ceiling of the Elder's chamber: each flame with its own power to burn, each flame tied irrevocably to the flow of the Earth's breath - the seven flames were the armies of the seven kings of Earth. When you first saw the seven candles, you knew.
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