"When Kor created my people, he told us he would select one of us to usher in the golden age of the dark elves. His chosen champion would be imbued with the power of the void, commanding a mastery of the darkest magics. As time dragged on, we awaited Kor's choice to be made. Thousands of years would come to pass but finally, the Dark Lord returned to our world. I, Kalrener was chosen to become the Archon, darkness incarnate. As Archon, I would spend the remainder of my days in a state of comatose, readying a spell that would darken Vaeldrin, and bring glory and honour to the dark elves. I was made a god in the eyes of my people, and I wielded power comparable to the Divines themselves. I am old now, an ancient being of unfathomable power. The hour draws near, and the final judgement of Vaeldrin approaches. The Romulan Empire will crumble beneath my fist, and the giants will be swept aside like flies. The orcs will drown in the sands of Orkenen, and the dwarves will be crushed beneath their mountain kingdoms. Kor's reckoning will be dealt by my hand once my spell of cataclysmic power is complete."
- Kalrener, Archon of the Korrivar
I'm continuing to build the mythology surrounding Vaeldrin, and once that is done, I will be able to finish the first book.
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