Wraiths and the One True King

During a dark period in Aabahran's history, wraiths plagued the lands every night. Travelers caught after dark were torn apart. Even seasoned fighters risked death in every encounter. The orcs of the Dragon's Teeth were nearly wiped out. Miruvhor funneled the attackers through the western wall to a killing field. Even the anti paladin legion of Kaer Banor fought them constantly. No one was safe.

The Executions at Light's Reach

Midday broke and news came from Maelbrim. Heroes answered the call: Rogon of the Warmasters, Atroxa the Ranger, Bheardin the Knight, Khalia the Shadow, and Aplen of the Heralds. In the Forum they found Aerenduil and Eledhwen waiting. The Inexorable Guardian announced a monumental event at Light's Reach.

When they arrived, a gigantic guillotine had been built. A sea of spectators had gathered. Three Drow women stood in chains on the platform alongside a fourth figure hidden by a hood. Aerenduil declared the three matrons were the source of the wraiths. No trial was held. His sword blazed from white to blood red when pointed at the accused. That was the verdict.

The first matron was executed swiftly. The crowd cheered. The second, the youngest, tried to escape with profane magic. Aerenduil crushed her resistance effortlessly. She begged for her life, claiming she was only a pawn. The blade fell. Whispers of doubt spread through the crowd. The third matron showed no fear. She addressed the crowd with steeled conviction, calling her death a sacrifice and a harbinger of things to come. The skies darkened. Aerenduil silenced her before she could finish.

The One True King

As Aerenduil raised his blade for the fourth prisoner, a shockwave rocked the assembly. Smoke rose from the west. Val Miran burned.

The heroes sprinted to the city and found a demon of unrivaled size in the central common. Aerenduil took a defensive stance. The monster spoke. Each word burned into the minds of all present. It proclaimed itself the One True King of Aabahran. With every syllable, pillars of fire erupted from the ground. Buildings fell. Lives were lost. Then it bellowed its names: Malchaeius. Volgathras. Shadowspawn. Crypticant. Virigoth. Each name shook the earth.

The heroes and god charged together. Blades and fists, staves and spells met demonic claws and unholy power. The Warmaster absorbed the brunt of the onslaught, healed by the Knight, flanked by the Shadow and Ranger. They defeated the King. Its essence vanished.

Aerenduil returned to Light's Reach. But the city was in shambles. The gates were barricaded. A dying soldier whispered that the fourth prisoner had killed everyone. Zoichan had escaped. Light's Reach was completely destroyed. Neither the One True King nor Zoichan have been seen since.