The Pale Man

[Dreamspeaker]

Year 2134

Four years have passed since the events of the Shattering. The group of Aphrosian magi managed to retrieve the Kaorblade, Coronacht, deep from the Shadowlands and bring it back to Arcadia for a grand ritual that would see it shattered, and the Demon Lord within destroyed for good. Though this did not go without resistance, as the Demon Lord resisted an attempt on his life by conjuring dangerous Occultic monstrosity with his sheer might, the valiant effort of the ritual participants had it subdued and then destroyed; furthermore, with a combined effort of the Heiress Alloces dul Vique and the Dream Lord Mitra Prithvi, the Demon Lord was subdued as well - and with a powerful manifestation of Dream Magic, finally destroyed.

The Kaorblade was never to be found, and any remains were gone. Presumed to be destroyed, Meranthe moved onto more pressing matters, such as the ongoing war between the East and the West, or the impending invasion of Atrellyan forces. As years have passed, this event has become only an echo to the prelude of darkness that could've otherwise fallen upon the continent. Despite having neither harmony nor peace at the moment, the people could rest easy, knowing that this was done and over with, and the work that was once started by the Emperor Jokul was now finished.

Lately, however, something unusual stirs across the land. A select few chosen were seen speaking to a figure that referenced the timeline of over eighty years ago; a being out of time, out of place, lost in the land that was now unfamiliar to him. On the occasion, Undead Champions stalk the land, shouting of glories and important mission bestowed unto them by their Master, speaking of neither Morningstar, nor Mysterium, nor Deathwind, nor any other known group that has been labelled under a collective term of Fel. 

But some claim that they've seen this Master. Some claim that they figured out the puzzle, assembled the pieces and understood the message. The fewer less fortunate felt the power of the Death Magic touch their soul, however brief, yet reminiscent of the ancient power that once destroyed the seat of the Empire, Vdalion. They speak in whispers for what they've experienced and seen, but mostly remain unheard - until now.  Their reactions are a mix, ranging anywhere from pure terror to sheer determination to overcome this, but all share a single word to define what they've seen.




"Varrach."