Description: This is a legend of Eltabar. For a brief time the gods looked upon the world of Ylant that they had created. In those days they made man and elf and walked among them in the beauty of creation. But gods have many worlds and interests. They did not so much abandon Ylant as just depart to look elsewhere for a while. Time moves quickly in the world, and ages passed before the gods had reason to glance again at this piece of their creation. The first age after their exodus was a golden time when man and elf lived side-by-side. Wise men and mages cast evil away from their bright new civilization and sent the dark tribes and their leaders into the northern realm of Forever-Winter. There, beyond the towering Ice Mountains, this unwanted and foul miasma of humanity grew in strength and became barbarians. They clung tenaciously to savagery, just as those to the south held to their civilizations and fine arts. The second age came soon after, a time when man and elf grew wary of each other and their respective powers. They turned their backs to the North while the southerners fought their "civilized" wars, and generation after generation of men threw themselves against the immortal elves. The war begat dark magic, and evils not as easily dispelled as created. She was made in those days, to curse of a later time. Sometimes She whispered on the northern wind, there in the wastelands where the ways--the traps--of magic were unknown. Only the chosen could hear her. They were few, and many died young of their ambitions. Come to me, come to me, come to me.