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The Tale of Caerfawn the Swift - The Downfall of Lineoth

My name is Caerfawn the Swift, last of the Centaur Broadswords. In our time we were a force for light, taking the battle back to the demons in the Great War and forging our names in history.

But after the war a strange apathy came upon us. Our kind, always ready for righteous battle, were assailed by a boredom we had never known before. Some of my kind, I am sorry to say, were all too eager to take up another cause without properly considering their actions. And so our downfall began.

It was late autumn when it happened. The skies of Lineoth, our forest home, darkening early with the onset of the shadow months. Members of the Stallion Council were in dispute over a seemingly unimportant matter. A stranger had come into our midst. A human by the name of Roderick Greywind. The suspicions of the elders had been prickled because whilst Roderick was present, the small folk would not come to us, and as all know we Centaurs are friends of the Faerie. But our brash youths, myself included to my eternal shame, thought they were simply afraid because of his strangeness to them.

The stranger was preaching of a ‘new way’. He claimed the old faith, the gods of light, were no longer the only power. He claimed his new faith, which he called The Church Of The Bright Star, was in fact an alterative and more valid faith to use in these modern days. Fools that we were we could not see his trickery until it was too late. The stranger had charisma and charm. It was not long before many of the youth were openly rebelling against the old ways, seeing this as a kind of crusade... something to keep the boredom at bay. After all....why should people not be free to choose their own faith? Or so we cried.

What fools we were, overcome by madness. For the stranger Roderick was no human at all. He was a messenger of the demons. They had afflicted us with the malais, a charm to sap our will so that their agent could come and take our eyes from the true light...and turn us to heresy.

Finally I saw the truth. For I came upon Frederick when he expected to be alone and found him in his true form.... a terrible demon! I shouted the alarm... but it was too late. Our ways had turned to darkness and the corruption of such innocent souls had given great power to the Dark Ones. A doorway had opened to the Rift and the creatures had come through.

When I ran out into the City of Lineoth, screaming the alarm beneath a sad moon, my horror was complete. My kin lay slain all around me and the demons were running free, sucking at their veins, slashing at their lifeless bodies for the sheer joy. Knowing I could not win this battle, rife with shame, I fled into the darkness.

Several years have passed and I have heard that some resourceful Elves managed  to close the rift gate. But my fall still stains my soul. So I put these words down for the future as a warning! Beware the false prophet. the demons ways are the ways of trickery. Beware!!


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