They appeared one night upon our shores, and promptly claimed them as their own. With vicious steel and darkest magic, our end was here, they made it known.
They quickly marched across the land, destroying any in their path. The masses fled ahead of them, vain attempts to avoid their wrath.
The finest warriors of the land, attempted to stay the approaching horde.
Many lives were lost that day, much blood was spilled in the name of Kord.
Even though that day, the battle we had won, such foul magics did they wield, the land had been undone.
Nothing is known of where they came from, nothing except this one.
Their land lies farther west than west, beyond the setting sun.