Prologue
THE PAST,
Throughout countless millennia many a story would be told of the Faerie Folk that inhabited the area that would become known as the Warlocks Chair. Stories of Elf, Dwarf, Gnome and Troll and a host of other characters that inhabited their world, all passed down into mythology and legend. Stories were told of how they lived and died, of their heroes and villains, and of the magic and great battles that were fought across the lands.
And of the coming of man into their world.
At first they had lived in harmony, each benefiting from the other. But it would not last. As man grew more powerful he became greedy, decided he would take the lands and all they contained for himself. So started a war, a war that would last for centuries. Neither side would concede defeat and so the endless conflict went on. Thousands upon thousands would lose their lives in the senseless slaughter.
Until…
Ceradin Ravengaard, a rich and powerful warlord sought out a means to unlock an ancient magic and destroy the world of Faerie once and for all. A great darkness fell across the earth, threatening all the races, Man and Faerie alike. Mankind saw how powerful Ravengaard had become and grew fearful of their own fate.
An alliance was formed with the Faerie Folk, and after a great battle Ravengaard was defeated and banished from the lands. Sent into the endless void that is The Evermurk, The Dark Abode. The uneasy truce between the races of the Alliance held for a while. But soon old wounds where reopened and once again war ravaged the land. Eventually the Elves wearied of the fight, a fight they could not win, and they withdrew from the sight of man. One by one the other Faerie races grew tired of the endless fighting and they too disappeared from the face of the earth.
Over time, the age of Faerie passed slowly into myth and legend and except in stories meant to amuse children, was forgotten.
But deep in The Evermurk, Ceradin Ravengaard seethed with anger at his banishment. In the dark place where time stood still, he built himself an army and had his Acolytes seek out a means of escaping his prison.
An ancient portent spoke of three children who would come to dwell in the old Faerie lands. It told that they would be the beginning and the end, it did not make clear which. But when they arrived, the time would be right to make his move on those who had imprisoned him.
The passage of time meant nothing in The Evermurk so Ravengaard watched and waited for the prophecy to come true. That time is
NOW…