| Once, a long long time ago, when the elements of the
world had a life of their own and controlled the forces of the
Lands. A time when there were only the four great races. A time when
wizards and sorcerers battled battles that could change forest to
desert with a mere thought. There was a magician named Grakadyic,
one of the most powerful.
No creature of the magics at that time was satisfied with what
they had, and Grak was no exception. He sought to increase his
domain; he sought to rule the world.
He took all the magic around him and it wasn't enough, he stole
magic form others and it wasn't enough. If he was to accomplish his
dream he would need more, more.
Then he discovered the power of the shadows, a power never before
known of, never before harnessed. He drew that power to him, the
friction produced was enormous but Grak withstood it, as all others
paused to watch. He pulled the power and trapped it within a stone,
locking it away. Now he had his power, as much as he could ever
want.
For 50 years he increased his domain, battling others that must
give way before him. He was so close to his dream.
But Grak, for all his power, was still human. Humans cannot live
forever. Grak, so caught up in the drug of power would not
acknowledge his old age, his weakening. He was playing with powers
he didn't understand, he made mistakes. One mistake caused a
backlash of power; his weakening body could not contain it. And so
the great Grakadyic fell, as all mortals must. But with his dying
breath he vowed his fight would not be in vain and he passed
the great shadow stone to his only son, who was magicless, seeming
magic did not travel by blood.
But his son could not use the stone. The forces where too great,
he did not have the power necessary to control it. He attempted to
call its power, not knowing this. The power was unleashed, but not
controlled. The shadows broke free and the stone shattered in his
hand. Caught in the centre of the magic storm, the backlash should
have killed him, and the power of the shadows should have returned
to what it had been.
But the power of the shadows where now concentrated in one place,
they could not dissipate quickly enough. That much magic in one
place needs to earth itself
It earthed itself through Grak's son, whose name is not known.
It changed him.
Mutating him.
Creating a creature of the night.
A creature who controlled shadows.
A creature known ever after as...
Night Shadow |
