Since the times before the Titan
war, before the war with the Slarecians, I have walked this world
of Scarn. I am Seeker, a guardian of the ages, a custodian of
history, a servant of time and space.
Many of the old ones still living in the various places of
the Scarred Lands, tell tales of its beauty and peace prior
to the ravages of the Titans, and the wars with the gods. Many
speak of those times as if the lands of Scarn were a utopia.
Many forget the wars. They were, by comparison, small, if any
war can be said to be small. Nevertheless, the war, which was
fought, then, in skirmishes and small battles, still wages today
in the same fashion. It is a war, which has plagued man since
his earliest years: the war against ignorance and greed. The
elder races of Elves and Dwarves can not say they do not fight
this battle as well, but the humans seem to fight it more often,
and loose more often as well. They are a race, which forgets
its history and relives its father's fates repeatedly.
Be
that as it may, my story centers on a mighty group of Elves,
who in a heroic move, during the war of the Titans, sought to
protect their world from the demons unleashed by the them, through
sealing the gates opened to the realms of darkness. Hordes of
demons, armies of foul beasts poured through the gates and attacked
the great Citadel of the Rose. The battles were fierce and the
wizards of the Citadel fought desperately to stem the tide unleashed
on them, in vain. The only way to stop the flow into the world
of Scarn from the dark realms was to seal the opened portals,
and after many attempts to find other answers, they did seal
the portals with a great ritual, and in doing so, sealed themselves
inside the barrier with the demons already in this world.
It was the only way under the circumstances. If the other Citadels
of Elf Wizards were not engaged in desperate battles of their
own, perhaps another way could have been found, but time is
rarely a forgiving adversary.
The
barrier sprang into existence and proved to be impenetrable
by demon or elf. Hundreds of miles of rich green land in the
Thorn Mountains, were sealed in an instant, and the threat of
the demon hordes pouring into Termana was abated. The other
Citadels, those in still standing, were for a time able to keep
in contact with the Rose, and the wizards locked in mortal battle
with the demons now trapped in this plane of existence. However,
one by one, the Elf Citadels fell, and the last one was destroyed
when Kadum was chained and tossed into the sea, causing a tidal
wave of blood and ocean water to flood the upper areas of Termana.
The elves and their brethren, the Dragon Lords, were trapped
and cut off forever. All of the gates, which could have been
opened to the land of the Thorn Mountains, were now sealed,
no contact, and no help could be summoned, and no escape for
either the Elves, the Dragon Lords, or the Demons warring against
them.
Years have passed and nothing has ever been heard from inside
the Thorn Mountains since that time. Many great elf wizards
have tried, but the efforts have been futile. Without the power
of the great citadels to focus their energies, it is impossible
to summon enough energy to breech the barrier with even a simple
message.
The elves are not alone in this quest. Others, who seek power
and favor from the dark realms also seek to breach the barriers.
Believing that if they could help in conquering the elves within,
or simply allowing the demons inside to escape, their rewards
would be great. They have short memories, and so far, their
efforts have be in vain as well.
