A pronouncement for the pacified, a herald to their hushed demise. O' fear ye, O' wail thine losses. The time hast come for a cleansing of the surface of the land.


The burning inferno of the desert hid under the abrasive sands a dormant power, waiting to be unlocked. A prophecy for the whole Realm of Arda floats upon the west wind, and a sign in the light of the rising eastern sun. The shadows in the southern most, the Everdark, all point to it's resting place. The Calaring shifts its gaze upon those who are to sacrifice their lives. Omens of dark nature are found by druids in the woods, murky visions beheld by the scrying population.

Something that would much rather be forgotten has been forced into memory. What years seemed to have passed, and those famliiar were few. Some becoming feeble in their old age. The Prince of Chaos, the Abomination, the Pariah. All knew him by this title and that, but the death knell rung true when they spoke his name aloud:

"Tithdaeron..."

Thought dead, last seen by a follower of his in the forest. It seemed that time was up for the one true hero of all those who loved chaos' way. However, four from different walks of life and power, all touched by this one, would be led to find their way by a messenger who struck of his likeness. One who did not reveal his own namesake so as not to detract from the true object of glory.

A breif intermission, for now. Look! Observe the one spoken of. There he lies beneath a sandy hill, modest in appearance. Surrounded by four others, a north, a west, a east, a south. Shade can be found by one upon sunrise, and warmth upon the opposite when that fireball in the heavens retired from it's watch. The north hill is, look! Pointing away from the north, but towards the south, and the south to the north. The west and east, they also follow the example of the north and south.

A voice can be heard upon the raging wind and a emotion can be felt through the furious heat. The voice, it speaks! "Revenge for myself and for my comrades!", the emotion, it feels such as this: "Heat! Great heat! Fury! Rage! and a though connects the two, oh what a devious thought it is. To turn the tables on everyone in the end, so that they all may know his name and his purpose. Tithdaeron, so that no creature will besmirch fear.

Find yourself an ally with him, and you will receive mercy upon your soul.