The Tale of Arhdfaes

[Black Numenorean]

Chapter 1

Arhdfaes (Pronouciation: Aard-Fae-Us) slowly opened his eyes. He gazed up at the ceiling of his small apartment, there was a large painting depicting the fall of Lol-Longas to the forces of Darkness. Arhdfaes had commissioned the Hal-Faldoer's most distinguished artist to paint the striking piece of art, depicting the hordes of Darkness breaking through the last defences, the remains of the wall and gate and the protection spell. It also depicted the death of Neolnostar, the last king of the House of Tronostar of Los-Longas. He had been upon his horse directing the head Wizards as they tried to hold the protection spell over the city. An arrow had come soaring towards him, and before he could cast a deflection spell the arrow made a mortal wound to his temple, and with his head bloodied he fell off his steed, causing the Wizards to lose all hope and to save themselves and whichever defenders were around them by casting a teleportation spell. With the last of the protection spell gone the Trolls, Goblins, Dark Elves and Men, and their leader Gol-Gorathadum (Pronounciation: Gole-Gore-Aa-Thad-Oom) took the city without much resistance, a survivor's account had managed to survive the ages:

As the head Wizards deserted us taking their kind with them, everyone lost all their hope. Arrows flew past my head as I dragged my wounded comrade to the high center of the city, in the hope to escape. We tried to save as many women and children as we could, but most were slaughtered or enslaved by the victorious forces. They slowly made their way up the lanes and streets of Los-Langos, and I could see them from the high up walkway I traveled on. At their head were the trolls, behind them the Goblins, and behind them the Dark Men and the Elvish traitors who were able to slaughter their own kin. And above them was Gol-Gorathadum saddled upon his gigantic dragon Dol-Darakum (Pronounciation: Dole-Daer-Aa-Koom) who would sweep down and pick up random prey as Gol-Gorathadum cast Torture and Killing spells. Gol-Gorathadum was like no Troll, Elf, Man, or Goblin. He had the characteristics of a Dark Elf but was much more large and powerful, with a crimson blue face. We made it too the center with the rest of the refugees, and we managed to escape through a network of tunnels I knew as a boy....

From there on the account is too smudged out too read, for it is an old Elvish dialect no longer spoken since the Fall of Los-Langos. Arhdfaes's life was directly tied to the Fall of Los-Langos, for he had a secret in the core of his mind, a secret he reminded himself of every day by looking up into the face of his dying leader as he falls of his steed. A secret, that was about to be revealed...