Years ago, before the first chapter of the Dominance of Fate, there were a people, the Grey Folk. Masters of industry, culture, and crafts they were, their city states brought much good to the lands of Aleagasia. They employed the Dragons to keep their forges alight, and taught the Dwarves how to craft great works of steel and stone.
It was peace, and all was happy and content, but none could imagine what horrors this path would give them.
The Grey Folk, up to this point, had not tamed that ever elusive thing called magic. They had bound it into weapons, armor, buildings, but never did they actually use it in the way we do now, it was too wild, too chaotic.
Until one scholar king discovered, that by letting one self be possessed, he would gain greater control over magic. He became known as the King of Shades, and he commanded many grey folk and dragons that had gathered under his banner, becoming shades themselves. The land was split with war; the Greyfolk used their weapons bound with magic against the Shades. The Shades had much power in magic, but it was so chaotic that the shades almost killed as many of their own as they did the greyfolk. Eventually, the shades were slowly but surely pushed back. The King of Shades took part in a ritual that was supposed to wipe out their enemy. It destroyed the king, and many of his servants, but it did what it was designed to do. It wiped out all but a few greyfolk that had hidden away themselves in "Safe Houses" that stopped the effects of magic. But the battle was not over, the remaining shades gathered together and formed an army numbering in the hundred thousands, and began to march towards the largest of the safe houses. The greyfolk were few in number and had little chance. But the Shamans proposed they bind magic to their own language, and destroy the shades before they could even react. This plan was adopted, but the ritual would take some time, and the shades were nearing their gates. The army positioned themselves in front of the doors, and fought hard with the shades, but many fell on both sides, and eventually only a hundred or so of the greyfolk troops were left.
Just in time, the Greyfolk Shamans completed the ritual, and turned the shades to stone, but at great cost. In their haste and inexperience, they turned the remaining greyfolk soldiers outside the walls, to stone. It was a bitter victory; many greyfolk swore never to use magic again. Some left the safe houses and intermingled with the primitive races. Some hid themselves away from the world in the safe houses. But the Shamans could not forget the power that they had held; they left the safe houses and became wanderers. A few became advisers to kings and queens. One dedicated himself to restoring their lost army. Some, some just wanted to be left to their grief.
Now, there are only a few dozen left in the main safe house. The others disappeared, their safe houses destroyed. It became clear that the King of the Shades was back. But where does he and his hordes dwell? We know not.
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