Rise and Fall of the Fomorian Kings

Rise and Fall of the Fomorian Kings is a book discovered in the Fomorian Citadel of Moorcrown within the Feywild.

## Description

Carved into moss-green stone tablets with runes of giant, Rise and Fall of the Fomorian Kings seems to detail the attempts by a group of four Fomorian Kingdoms to seize control of much of the Feywild. Struggles external and internal caused great conflict, as explained within.

## Research

### Completed by Ronan

*Without aiming to provide a direct admission of sympathy for the monstrous race of giants known as Fomorians, few can deny that there is a sorrow to their tale, if there is any truth in it. Old stories, long spun into fancy through song and rhyme tell that they were once the most handsome of the giants, delighting in poetry, revelry and above all else, magic. Great alliances existed between the Fomorians and the elves for this reason, and most Fomorian kingdoms, or that which aspects still stand in part, show such beauty and care - ravaged by the passage of time and the neglect since followed. The greatest Fomorian in such a time was Alabkos, rivalled only in his splendour by the Archfey with whom he revelled each day and night alongside his five sons. The eldest of them, unbeknownst to him, had, during his travels of the Feywild, visited the place forbidden - and found the darkness that lingered within Eyebite Dread. Zikvar had seen that magic was more than a delight and marvel, but a tool - and with forge shaped it his whim and will. The arcane would toil for his desires, his aspirations, a slave in his lust for power and dominion. Turning all of his brothers in turn, save the youngest Fresgir, Zikvar rose up against his father and those with which he fraternised - and so the Archfeys and Fomorians descended into war.*

*Spurned by the anger of the fey and the greed of the giants, the conflict was short-lived but unrelenting in its violence. Flesh rended from bone, splinters torn from bark, a baleful curse proved the final blade necessary to draw the incursions to a close. Twisted, deformed and monstrous - the fomorians cared not for their spilling of blood, but with their beauty stripped they descended further into the dark. Brother fought brother, the Halls of Spikenard and Nettlefang Slate destroyed in a civil war that raged beneath the surface in the depths of the Feydark. Hidden within their once splendid halls, most residents of the Feywild paid them little mind, a distant unpleasant memory at most, and so the rolling boil of rage at being cast aside would spurn further conflict in their minds. While Fomorians would continue to infrequently be found in the courts of residents of the Twiblight and Everdark, it would be as monstrous mercenaries they would find particular success in more recent years, sole individuals from the broken kingdoms serving beneath malign-minded masters.*

*However infrequently most thought of the self-made Fomorian Kings, considering them little more than rulers of old stone shaped by hands more skilled than their own, few fey have not heard of the actions of Krelith, secondborn of Alabkos. After butchering Zikvar with his own flail, Krelith forged an alliance with the Archdevil Moloch, who brought with him an army of loyalist fiends into the Feywild. The land still bears the scars of their attempts to seize control of the Plane. The lush forest of Belletara, the legendary Llosalfar forge of Kigdoral and radiant Eladrin city of Cal Orsabel all remain as naught, razed and destroyed as they were by hellfire. A rare alliance between the Aldergreen and Twilight Courts threw back the aggressors, and while Moloch escaped, Krelith was slain by a Shiere Knight of Lyomri.*

*Now all that remains is that of the Kingdom of Moorcrown, the domain of Ninlith, with the legacy of his race upon his grotesque and misshapen shoulders.*