Darkness Unleashed
"1,000 years ago, in the land of Kalnar Dun, there was a dark and all-powerful wizard. Elsana, he was called, and even when his name was spoken, it was in hushed, frightened voices. In secret he concocted a powerful poison. In secret he placed the gorgeous potion in the Goblin King's quarters. And, not being able to resist the delicious drink, the Goblin King was turned into Elsana's soldier. With his immense power, Elsana removed the Goblins from their precious gold mines and into Kalnar Dun where he used them as puppets. These puppets were to overtake the free kingdoms by sheer number. The resistance was futile. To fight back was to perish. The people simply began to give up. The greedy Elsana transformed Kalnar Dun into an impenetrable fortress. The goblins waxed under the dominion of the dark wizard, and their numbers grew tremendously.
The world's grandest cities were simply overrun by the mass armies of Elsana. The dark wizard had learned to make trolls and giant scorpions bend to his will, and it was a terrible sight indeed. The populace did what they could do. Flee. But even so, there was a small resistance. It was a hopeless gesture, but the people knew it would be this or total domination.
The Alliance of men and dwarves met the host at the great gates of Kalnar Dun. The army was flanked by a contingency of scorpion riders from one side, and a group of trolls from the other. The goblins came in from the front, and decimated the confused warriors. All hope was lost. Beldar, the King of the Dwarves, was slain by a boulder thrown from over 40 yards. The brave soldiers of the Alliance all perished that day, and the enemy grew stronger as they knew that not only their only enemies had died, but they had captured a few thousand sets of some of the greatest dwarven forged arms and armor known to man."
....Thats how the story goes.... Of how this place came to be....
Thought a man by the name of Aeron was sitting up against a tree cleaning off a dagger stained with the blood of a goblin. He was around the age of 19, ever since he was a boy he'd been introduced to fighting. He in-hailed deeply, stringing a bow and throwing it over his back.
"Aeron," An elven ranger said walking up beside him. "We cannot stay here, we must return to Avon Den."
The elven ranger mounted a horse in one quick jump.
Aeron pulled himself up on a horse and pulled his blue cloak over his head to keep him warm from the cold wind which whipped around them as they rode on thier horses. That night they rode non-stop for 8 hours back to the fortress of Avon Den. Avon Den was a large fortress, it had an extreamly high wall and was almost a complete circle built into the side of the mountain, the gates were extreamly heavy, about 2 feet thick and re-inforced by a drawbridge so than any rams wouldn't be able to get to the gates.
Early in the morning they arived and slept in a tavern that night, trying to get some real sleep before thier ride to the Elven Capital of Tri Stanis, they carried important letters to the Elven leader, that if found by the enemy would cause men and elves to take thier fall.
Map of Gadrenal
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