IV. The Shadow of the Triad
Amidst this growing unrest, the nations of Eldareth found themselves on the brink of conflict, their leaders eyeing each other warily across the borders, their armies poised for battle. In the shadows, whispers of war began to circulate, fueled by rumors of treachery and betrayal. Armies were raised, alliances were tested, and the drums of war beat ever louder on the horizon.
As the mortal races marched towards the precipice of war, Feonar sought out the root cause of the conflict that threatened to engulf Eldareth in chaos once more. Assuming the guise of a mortal, he embarked on a quest to uncover the truth, joining a group of adventuring heroes who sought to put an end to the war.
Through their travels and investigations, they uncovered clues that led them to three recurring names: Malgathar, Vorandor, and Lessarith. At first, the significance of these names eluded him, but as he pieced together the fragments of the puzzle, a chilling realization dawned upon him.
Unbeknownst to all, the lingering divine essence of the fallen deity, Lymarel, had slowly coalesced over time, fueled by the fear, war, and agony that had gripped Eldareth during the conflict against the primordial titans. From this wellspring of darkness emerged three malevolent entities, born from the darkest recesses of the mortal soul. These dark deities that would later collectively be known The Triad, had quietly amassed power and influence, corrupting mortals and sowing the seeds of discord and strife.
Malgathar, the Destroyer, was the harbinger of war, inciting violence and bloodshed wherever he went, his very presence inspiring hatred and conflict among those he encountered. Lessarith, the Deceiver, wove intricate webs of deceit and treachery, her whispers like poison in the ears of the powerful and the vulnerable alike. Vorandor, the Defiler, brought decay and desolation wherever he tread. With a touch as cold as the grave, he spread disease and suffering like a plague, his very essence corrupting the land and blighting the crops.
Masquerading as mortals, these twisted deities lurked in the shadows, silently pulling the strings, and sowing discord and corruption among the races of Eldareth, their influence spreading like a malignant cancer. With insidious whispers they schemed and plotted, manipulating events, and ultimately fanning the flames of conflict, driving the mortal races to war against each other.
Realizing the gravity of the situation, Feonar knew that he could not allow The Triad to continue their reign of terror, for they posed a threat not only to the mortal races but to the gods alike. Their thirst for power and domination knew no bounds, and if left unchecked, they would plunge Eldareth into an age of darkness from which it might never recover.
With a sense of urgency weighing upon him, Feonar wasted no time in seeking out the rest of the deities who watched over Eldareth. Gathering them together in a solemn council, he recounted his discoveries, revealing the existence of The Triad.
As he spoke, the gravity of the situation weighed heavily upon the gathered deities, their expressions grim and solemn. They understood the magnitude of the threat posed by The Triad, and the dire consequences that would follow if they were allowed to continue their work unchecked. For a moment, silence hung heavy in the air, the weight of the revelation settling upon the gathered assembly like a shroud.
Recognizing the grave threat posed by The Triad, they pledged vowed to stand united against the forces of darkness that threatened to engulf Eldareth. Together, the assembled deities deliberated on a course of action, drawing upon their collective wisdom and divine power to devise a plan to confront The Triad and thwart their schemes. They knew that the road ahead would be fraught with danger and uncertainty, but they also knew that they could not afford to falter in the face of such a grave threat.