Sacred:Unsealing the Depths of Death

Unsealing the Depths of Death

Voices rose among the Garema, telling of stories where a human was destined to lead them and usurp their old dynasty. Whispers of this man sailed on the night breeze, and soon everyone had heard the rumors, yet nobody had ever set eyes on him. The world of the humans existed above Menelgond and no Garema had ever set foot upon it. Comparatively, no human had entered Menelgond for many centuries; and even basic knowledge of humans and their appearance and behavior had been lost or exaggerated far from the truth.

Word of the mysterious human ruler spread like wild fire. Indeed, it seemed as if the Garema were prepared to let nothing but a shadow of imagination and careless whisper take to the throne. When the Imperator heard of these rumors, he dismissed them as a momentary mood of his people. Yet the hushed voices soon turned into shouts, the shouts grew into anger, and the anger incited an uprising. Civil war erupted as the followers of an unknown human clashed in bloody battle with the guards of the Imperator.

Dwarves and Dryads heard of this terrible conflict, but they did not interfere. The battle cost many lives among the Garema, and such was the ferocity with which the two forces met that a gorge was torn asunder, opening at the base of a nearby mountain and leading straight to the Depths of Death. Souls were dragged screeching into an abyss that no living creature had ever encountered before. Those who had fallen during the battle bewailed their fate in this dreadful place while the Garema who survived remained in Menelgond, where they nursed both their wounded and their fears.

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