This story began at the formation of the world...when the ancients walked the land, worked it to live, grew in their knowledge and technology...and this story carried on, even after they vanished. Perhaps what we face now has been faced in the past...perhaps we are ever doomed to repeat the failures of history. But what if we have created an entirely new problem that the people of the future are doomed to repeat...if there is a future?
Our part of the story began 300 years ago. Sorceresses, Magi, Shamans, and so many others...magic users of all kinds gathered together in Tariff, Mediah, shutting themselves off from the rest of the world. As people showed signs of channeling magic, many joined them. Their purpose was to practice magic...to grow and experiment...to gain as much power as their bodies could withstand. For some, their intentions were good, only seeking to learn how to help others with their abilities. For others, they wished only to use their power to use against others, to push others down and raise themselves up. We each took our vows, and we grew in our knowledge, but for some, it was not enough. They wanted more.
Ilezra was one of the latter...she defied the laws...her vows...and she took the power from the Tome of Kartian and then enlisted the Elic Cultists, those who believe in the fallen god, to aid her. She then promised us the wisdom and power of the ancients if we helped her retrieve and reassemble the black shards, and to our everlasting shame, we did. Her treachery will never be forgotten...We were deceived, and the price of our blindness was death and chaos. Most of the Elic and others who were near the tower when it exploded, perished...and the precious few that survived knew immediately that we had made a dreadful mistake.
The aftermath was heartbreaking.
For three days, Mediah lay in darkness, enshrouded by a black shadow that covered all the land in a suffocating blackness. Then the monstrous creatures began to appear, mutations of the worst kind, stronger than anything we have ever encountered. They swarmed the lands, wreaking havoc...destroying homes...killing any who stood against them without any trouble. And then they began to spread through the lands.
Then a whisper on the wind spoke of something far worse. Some in Mediah began to utter murmurs of the black energy...a black spirit, they called it. A spirit that sought it's own growth through the blood and death around it. With all my knowledge of the ancient civilization, I still do not understand. But somehow, when the Tower exploded, we released the black energy back into the world...and now that energy is infecting people. And those people are killing for the black energy.
We did not anticipate such tragedy...the incident at the tower was abysmal, but now, in seeing the carnage that this catastrophe left in its wake….we are responsible for all of this. Every death at the hands of the monsters that taint our world is on our hands.
We must find a way to make this right. We must find a way to destroy these monstrous anomalies that have no business in our world...we must find a way to ensnare the black energy...harness its power, and send it back to where it belongs. Perhaps it cannot be done...perhaps we have already failed...but we must try.
We must find a way.