Written By Tor Gaming. In All Fiction,Vaettir Fiction
By Daniel Fellows
Of the race of Vaettir, I, Huirach, am alone. I am the beginning and the end. I was born from the need of the earth for an eye to see its enemies. The wind blew and the eyeless trees screamed and the roots twisted in the dark rocks and the roots screamed and the rocks cracked and I was Huirach.
Written By Tor Gaming. In All Fiction,Vaettir Fiction
By Daniel Fellows
Thick black smoke obscured Albeouron’s view as he surveyed the carnage of the battlefield. A strong wind tore through from the east biting into his flesh and intensifying the raw primal magic that flowed through out his very essence. His was a constant struggle to contain the ancient energies that wracked at his heart, the meddling of the gods had tainted and embittered the Vaettir and the ruination of their ancient kingdoms had left them angry and vengeful. Their own initial tolerance of the human expansion from Unglandan had ultimately led to their downfall, but it was their own magic that doomed the world.