------------- Mother of Disaster

There was yet another elven race, but none knew of them. They were lost in the vortexes of the great magical war and forgotten. But many thousands of years after the Elfkin Wars ended, they returned to Arrallon. Like the others who had escaped to other realms, they were no longer the same. They had gone through a change even greater than the Drovik, and arguably more so than the Caerrians. In their new home, the Elemental Realm of Air, they had grown wings.

From their floating home of Cirripos, they drifted around the globe and encountered many creatures, creatures that had only been legend to them for countless generations. But they had at last returned home. Knowing they would never be accepted by their original race, the Delsians, they settled instead in the northern, untamed lands of the continent of Callona. Too late they discovered the humans of the continent were expanding quickly northward. In time, they were accepted as yet another curious race of the wildlands of Hergovine, and since they did not compete with the groundlings for resources, they lived in relative peace.

In time, they interbred with the humans and their elven blood was thinned. They became the Karakians. After several thousand more years, they were mistakenly identified as a human sub-species, for there were none left living to deny that claim. And with the shortening of their life spans, came other ills. Darkness crept into their skins and their wings and their souls. A new breed arose within their ranks, called Malak, and they were shunned and looked down upon by the Karakians. Corruption and abuse was heaped upon the Karakian sins, as they learned from the cruelties of the First Holy Symballan Empire to the south. Malakians soon became a slave race.

As with all stories of slavery, one came who fought to free her people. But she was weak and small, even for a one of the Winged Folk. She loved a Karakian man, and soon she became pregnant with a half-breed son. The Karakian was stripped of his rank and she was to be put to death. But in her deathwatch, in the darkness of her cell, she struck a bargain with the powers of darkness. She called upon Pazuzu to free her and to him she would sacrifice her unborn son. The Malakian slaves rose in revolt at her harsh sentencing. They stormed the prisons and she was freed.

In a remote fortress in the Valkyr mountains of Herovine she gave birth, and it was her life and soul that was claimed by Pazuzu as price for his aid. His gift was the power in the veins of her son. He grew strong and powerful. In manhood, he led the remaining Malakians, a race into themselves by then, and attacked the Winged Folk cloud city. His name was Malphese Erridor, Arch-Necromancer of Pazuzu.

------------- Credits

------------- Thanks and please comment.