IV – The Relentless Shapes of Destruction
Though the Goddess Erinwë had abandoned the world, her soul still embodied it, and it was ravaged by the surmounting violence and death. But it was the death of Feneryl that was the final push, sending waves of torment through the gossamer threads that binded the life of Eldrynn all the way to the northernmost part of Nimrothar, deep down to the dungeons of Angur-Banôd where Haunthir, the only remnant of the old world Velkuns and the father to the now dead race, inhaled Feneryl’s last breath. The sickness it brought upon him, dark and soulless, was all that was needed to pass the final judgment. Unsheathing his sword Faenraggyl, the Firechild, he set out to the southern valley of Magul-Cùr where he would let the mighty sword fulfill its destiny and awaken the dragons of old, the Sylverynn. As Haunthir held the mighty Firechild above his head and spoke the forbidden words, the quakes of the Tanæron underworld rose to the surface, and the faces of the eleven mountains that surrounded the valley sheared off, releasing the eleven Sylverynn: Agrilor, Balmorag, Harkoon, Maëlgrim, Nalgor, Sharongrarg, Skorgrim, Soldor, Umrod, Valruùs, and Wurlag. The synchronous beating of their massive wings sent storms of warning throughout the lands of Eldrynn, a warning that after countless millenniums of slumber, the Sylverynn had arosen…
V – Towers of Taralorn
In the midst of all the warring and bloodshed, the Valadians held onto a precious secret. There was still an Erkadian left of immortal breed, Thelanys. When all the other Erkadians let their egos run rampant and imposed their wills upon the lands around them, Thelanys stayed quiet in the old temples, spending her days in worship of Erinwë, and so Erinwë let her keep the gift of everlasting life when she stripped it away from her fellows. She was blessed unlike all others, the chosen one, and her alone held the power to bring the world to peace. Though she hid for centuries, the Valadians couldn’t tolerate an immortal walking the lands of Eldrynn, their fear was too great. After much searching, they found Thelanys in the old temples of the deserted lands and imprisoned her in the Towers of Taralorn. She was constantly shifted by King Valindar, her secret location known only to a select few, including his son, Prince Draevorn, who was slowly falling in love with her. He begged for her release, stressing her unique roll that had to be played out, but the King was adamant, and Draevorn respected his father’s wishes. The unleashing of the Sylverynn changed all of that. The dragons devastated the lands unchallenged, mere humans weren’t fit for the task. Draevorn realized the only hope lay in Thelanys, that only she could awaken the last Velkun who lay dormant under the aeons of earth and snow. He again begged his father,”I must take Thelanys to Darhantis, and awaken the last Velkun. He is our only chance against those beasts!”, but the king’s fears of a living Velkun roaming the lands was too great. Then the mighty dragon Skorgrim swept down on the Towers, laying waste to centuries of Valadian history in moments. The King and his men could only watch and die, they were utterly powerless against the beast. Draevorn, seeing the hopelessness in staying and fighting, freed Thelanys from the burning towers. Together they ran to the east, to Darhantis, on a quest to save all the people of Eldrynn…
VI – Angvarion’s Pride
Upon reaching Darhantis, and the Mount of the Giant, Thelanys and Draevorn set out to revive the fallen Feneryl. But a life cost a life, Thelanys knew this. To defeat Angvarion, the death spirit, there had to be a sacrifice, and Thelanys released her immortal spirit into her blade, giving up her eternal life force. As Angvarion’s colorless black form whisped out of the fallen Velkun’s body, it howled a toneless thunder as it set to defend the fallen form, for in Feneryl’s slain body laid the spirit of all Velkuns that died before him. His death was Angvarion’s pride. The dark spirit knew it was impervious to mortal weapons, and attacked unabashed, it’s confidence though turned out to be its weakness. With the subtlest of slashes, Thelanys’ blade grabbed hold of the colorless mist of Angvarion, and with an unearthly screech, the death spirit was sent to the depths of the underworld. Feneryl, freed of the death sickness that had possessed him for years, slowly rose from his tomb in an avalanche of earth and snow. His gratitude overcame his memories of the ravages the Valadians laid upon his people so long ago, and upon hearing the devastation that the Sylverynn had brought to the lands, Feneryl agreed to make their battle his own. With the lands of Eldrynn falling fast to the Sylverynn, the last Velkun raced with Draevorn and Thelanys in tow, off to what was left of Erkadia, where the Valadians hand dug in to make their final stand against the ravages of Haunthir and the eleven demon lizards at his command. Time for the people and lands of Eldrynn was running out fast…