SHADARA RECORD: RIFT ACCORD I

“History dictates destiny.”

~Grand Va’kari Shilieza Kale

There is no evil in darkness.

But there is evil in the world. Our world. Shadara.

The wicked desire the nightrealm’s destruction.

Deimos Damnatus, a mighty coven of diabolists, seeks to rule the realms.

Their hope for hegemony menaces The Fundament—the basis of all that is—as they avow to either convert or destroy.

And the one to usher forth the coming calamity is Hellion the Damned Queen, Mother of Fiends, The Black Omen.

Malice La’Shade Khan saw it as her mission to tend to the wounds of Shadara, inflicted by the disaster that had struck Nathala Isles.

Malice held her Shadowglaive aloft as she ventured Shadara’s darkest depths, justice her only goal. Armed with the might of her Darkgearian Militia as her shield, she faces what timid hearts dread to confront, where the cruellest of Hellion's cabal lurks.

The Dreadspawn, the spawn of the arcaene and forbidden, advanced in an unstoppable fashion, an army of Hellion’s unlike any other. Their wicked ancestry lingers like a ghastly echo, recalling a past that refused to perish. In conflict, their vast numbers, intelligence, and battle tactics create an intimidatingly formidable force. The Diabolist Mulundi Khalisha will be called to justice for her unceasing hand in the dreadspawn’s profane awakening.

Previous insurrections re-surge with a vengeance. Leading the assault, a self-proclaimed monarch rested on a throne of ancient animosity. Na’Keem Raegul, the leader of Shadowbane, emerges with his legion of caligknights. A king of strength and chaos, he commands a powerful magitron of war, Nightbreaker Cannon: Negagun. He turns to the forbidden gifts of Hellion to campaign against Malice, to claim the Shadaran throne for himself.

Heretics of magi, dark spellbinders, adopt an alternative path in the complex and perilous art of darkra. Echoing The Coils of the Arcaene: the logic of spellbinding; these new-age spellbinders, renaming themselves Darkweavers, embrace what they declare as the true philosophy of darkra: Darkness is Discord.

The dismal ring of Hellion dives deeper than broken vows and baleful aspirations. Deimos Damnatus' grand vision is near. Those affected by the cult’s malevolent sway wage war against the Shadara’s authority, if not against one another. Without relent, they strive to erase Sovereign Malice and her alliance to secure their own interests.

But there is a mysterious darkness that no one, not even our enemies, can fathom. A bizarre transformation in our understanding of the metaphysical and beyond that, to my discernment, amends all we observe.

We have dubbed this phenomenon The Untold Night, an abnormal occurrence in Shadaran time that is only present in the obscurity of oversight. Despite our restricted grasp of the full scope of the event, we know that Hellion almost conquered Shadara on the 31st night of Daevani moone, yet she ultimately endured the onslaught.

As articulated by Nocturien Khan: “There will be no reprieve until the enemy ceases to exist.”

We fear that such quests for peace will be perpetually ongoing.