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By: Ayleth Posted on: October 12, 2010
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When one comes across that fog, that wonderful red fog
 
One can't help but wonder if there is a log
 
Of the events that transpired to create that fog so red,
 
And the city of Evil that people refer to with much dread.
 
Well please take a seat and listen to this story I'll tell,
 
Of three Divine so entrapturing you'll be under Their spell.
 
 
There were two Elder Gods in the Garden of old,
 
Evil and the Malefactor were a sight to behold.
 
Lord Shaitan had absorbed Lord Apollyon's essence,
 
A new body, He had created with a little patience.
 
Lord Sartan the God of Evil has emerged anew,
 
Gaining followers from far and wide, Evil they persue.
 
 
For plans unknown, a Goddess He had defiled,
 
By three Divine's power was the Malevolent One exiled.
 
Imprisoned under a mountain by the will of the Smith,
 
His Divine Essence had warped the isle, according to myth.
 
Now known by one name; the name of Sartan's Isle,
 
A red fog had creeped up, spreading more than a mile.
 
 
Along with the fog, came a number of things,
 
Daemons, and vicious beasts, fear they may bring.
 
Essence of Sartan, His followers found out,
 
That was the fog they were all talking about.
 
On the mountain there was a large, pointy rock,
 
The Sartai decided that it was here they would flock.
 
 
Upon arrival, their bodies they impaled with devotion,
 
The fog seemed to spread farther, leaving forestal faces ashen.
 
For the red fog that was found to be Sartan's Essence,
 
Was toxic to the plants, for the forestals this was a grievance.
 
For the plantlife that they had come to love and pick,
 
Was being destroyed by a fog that made them sick.
 
 
After finding a way to fight that fog, that wonderful red fog,
 
Something had happened, something that will end this prologue.
 
Lord Sartan had formed a new body, He had once again risen,
 
Escaping from the Lord Smith's will, from that mountainous prison,
 
The Malevolent One's divine essence, the fog, had drawn back,
 
Remaining on Sartan's Isle, in a state somewhat slack.
 
 
Mhaldor was founded by one of the Infernal Knights,
 
Lord Kaelin was his name, his life full of might.
 
Circa 326 AF, there was a small tragedy, something dire,
 
A small divine child, Lord Sartan did acquire.
 
Lord Pandemonium was this child He took from His parents,
 
The Goddess of Chaos, and the God of War this was apparent.
 
 
Binding him to the fissure found in the above Fortress,
 
Lord Sartan had a plan, to revive a certain mistress.
 
The demon general that had served in the Chaos Wars,
 
Was soon to become a Divine to the very core.
 
Feeding off the child's essence, did She attain this power divine,
 
Becoming the Lady of Sin, it was Her turn to shine.
 
 
Decades later, in the month of Scarlatan, year 396,
 
Lord Sartan made a decision, that would always stick.
 
To more successively, spread word of Evil across the land,
 
To make His followers so much easier to command,
 
Why not seperate into the two Gods of Old,
 
To give Them Their own realms for Themselves to mold?
 
 
Having his citizens find the one item that He would need,
 
He didn't care if the Shallamese had to bleed.
 
Upon the discovery of the pendant so dear,
 
Did He call upon Vengence for an event that was near.
 
With Her help did He split into two Elder Gods once more,
 
Their own Realms They had, a new dawn on the shore.
 
 
Lord Shaitan, God of Oppression was once again here,
 
Lord Apollyon the Suffering was once again near.
 
Reclaiming Their spots in the Garden that was new,
 
Gaining followers who would strengthen and spread Their views.
 
Claiming the city of Mhaldor, that city found on that foggy red isle,
 
Rotating Their roles with each Sarapin Sacrifice on that isle...
 
 
When one comes across that fog, that wonderful red fog
 
One can't help but wonder if there is a log
 
Of the events that transpired to create that fog so red,
 
And the city of Evil that people refer to with much dread.
 
You have heard the tale that I spun, the one I would tell,
 
About the three Divine of Mhaldor, who have you under Their spell.
 
 
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