Alarial Mythal

1000 years ago there was an empire ruled by elves and Alarial Mythal was the captain of the guard of the greatest city of the elven city of the whole material plane Alafan. Our people stood proud and tall perhaps too tall... As being a High Elf the skill of magic was to be expected the entire city of Alafan was glowing with arcane magic lighting up the city miles away. Our city shined like a beautiful diamond but like the real diamonds they attracted the dark hearted creatures of this world. Dragons saw our empire as a prize to have in their hordes so all the evil dragons grew wary of our people and our strength. The vile dragons knew individually they could not take our cities but they could overwhelm us. For 200 years our people were beset by dragons and their foul armies of goblinod filth and by city after city town after town our people were crumbling. I tried to help defend our sister cities, always killing horde after horde of Filthy monsters the dragons blackend the skies burning our cities to the ground, our churches, our libraries ,our nurseries, our people slaughtered down to the infants. No inch of ground was spared of blood. After in the last 10 years of the war only the capital remained and it was our last stand our people were desperate so our most powerful wizards devised a way for our people to survive a vault that was powered by the fey itself to keep our people alive until its a time where they can rebuild our people i was one of the highest ranked officers of the military left i was assigned to guard the vault. The vault needed 10 years to gather the amount of magic to sustain a portion of the population to be fully operational; they were at our gates after 5 years.

Our people could not teleport due their anti magic circles cutting us off from the planes leaving us stranded. It was a bloody siege; the soldiers knew this was a suicide mission to try to hold the walls so the wizards could make the vaults as safe as possible. I killed hundreds of Goblinoids who were trying to reach the keep. I then received a message of an intruder that managed to breach our defences. I rushed towards the vault and saw hundreds of creatures. I fought my way through and I heard one of the wizards saying monsters managed to get into the vault. I turned into mist and sifted my way through to try to find it. In a *kalama* (vault) that was designed to hold 100s of our people only 50 made it to the vault and after the monsters that breached only 10 survived then I hear the monsters killing the last of the wizards. I had to close the *kalama* before the monsters destroyed the vault. The thousands of people out in the city only 11 were in the vaults. One more problem emerged after the first ten years the magic that was supposed to keep us alive was broken so the back up plan kicked in. We were induced into a slumber so that our magic consumption would reduce but there was another plan that the vault activated without us knowing. It siphoned the magic of the very creatures to feed the rest of us by the 1000th year I was the last one standing. I left that vault and saw my empire in ruins, halls of culture and power reduced to mounds of dirt and mud I… was broken. I wondered for years seeing the empire reduced to ruins and covered with new buildings created by the other beings. My power was used to preserve my life; the magical power I commanded has vanished; only my sword arm remained. I than had a thought while my empire laid in ruins my people may yet live perhaps there were other vaults located not in cities but perhaps hidden away so my new mission is to regain my power by growing stronger and to find any traces of hidden vaults