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But things did not last so. Oh, it lasted a long time in human recording, but in the lifetime of the planet it was but a blink. I remember the day everything began to change. Balthildis, the God of Chaos, was the cause. As always he sought to destroy what was created by Mithrill. He added impurities to the Stone. The center grew dark, the Stone becoming a crystal carapace holding in darkness. Destructive magic entered the world then. Magic that twisted life, deformed it, destroyed it. Good magic became less reliable.

At first, this only caused minor alarm though. Councils were convened, none were to use the dark magic, it was decided. But anything forbidden has a lure. Soon, black wizards and dark necromancers were becoming known in the world. Where possible, they were hunted, but some grew too powerful. As one could expect, there would have to eventually be a mighty clash between the two sides.

It finally began near three years ago. I was sent with a large group of my fellow White Wizards to confront the most powerful of the Necromancers. So dark was this man's reputation, so horrible his crimes, that none spoke his name, and I shall not write it here. He was merely the Necromancer. And foul were his deeds.

We confronted him that winter. Even expecting resistance, we still did not know the horrible truth that awaited us. Under the flag of truce, seeking to bring our misguided brother to justice, we were attacked. Hordes of creatures never seen before, like a man but deformed, hideous. That winter was when the races of the Orcs and Trolls became known to the world. Ogres as well, though they would come later, a horrible throw back from Trolls and Orcs inter-breeding.