The first Northern War

The first Northern War

They were days long then, remember Vorontor, a stranger be cavemen who used to see the horizon from away, when happened what, rumors soon remember that battlegrounds now are men cities account Vorontor, who lives in caves without being races, manages them is to survive, remember that then the land not inhabited men or dwarves or are knew Elves, but remembers well that his memory is accurate, those days races the ancients called them and they were despicable races, among them was Merrcar who used to stroll thoughtfully in his fortress of Bhartael, where said there sleeps evil but it was obvious that those days, not corrupted the songs with those nonsense of good or badcomplete races could die without evoking these precepts as vague, were times of power and unhealthy fires of war, power for power, Merrcar which is not a villain but neither hero, decided it was time to have more power through the lands of southern, race of the night were despicable and unfriendly beings, Merrcar was perhaps the only layers containing your madnessthey were shadows whose eyes showed blood, this image was terrible, who saw it, that the night horrors are worse face to face, why Merrcar decided to expand but not towards the lands of the South, by the Elves didn't bother him or they cared for, after several years of surveillance discovered that their fears were unfounded, so he decided to go to the North, where seas opened in strange marine hecatombs, did race none of the sea, but knew who was leaning on a construction race, so decided to use elves as allies for the construction of ships, not many agreed, except some not sleeping at night, than the I call night elves, but that had nothing to do with the night, this towards to make star maps or navigation maps, Merrcar had with their magic power more conniving to hide the eyesore of his be, but the Elves did not trust in, but ones built their boats according to a pact with an Elf called Adan-Naen, who fearing family and war pact with, thus Pact Merrcar, all Elf who looks at night the stars will not be never my enemy, not molestare or trampled any that look at the moon with suspicion or that harvest as it do not Sun, by which the power of the night will be with them, and I will be your brother, surprise that this Pact would end up separating Elves someday, but those days, every Elf toward giving its given WINS, they were free of heart if it there is something called freedom, Merrcar then marched through the shadowy seas in those days without name, marching at the north end where the land was Frost and not had a trace of young races, but if the former, the Druids and the ValkyriesIn addition to the nymphs of the forest, Merrcar home its war against all and marched in the valleys of fire, chestnut forests and forests of ice, but noto quite easily in all this, not knowing that an Alliance was forged against yours, the Druids, the Valkyries and the nymphs came together to put an end to his reign, but did not Merrcar was much very intelligent, so we descend to the lands of the North, decided to keep the ships and acorasarlos, but keep them in the deep sea to keep as a secret weapon, so while the it was building an empire in the forests of ice, the Northern Alliance was focused on destroying it to arm itself against, all would end in an epic battle as only it was in the old days.

Vorontor goes to the cave where drinking water clean and clear, but says in its language than forgotten, still perceived the scent of blood, in the rivers more secluded North, that unhealthy power that was the voice Merrcar threw a heartbreaking cry to becoming caught in a trap, its castle of caverns and caves remained surrounded, but contained his fury for the battle, the battle book on an entire forest of ice, but to be cornered, Merrcar use their boats as cañoneros to attack their enemies, they did not resist despite its ravages, which they fled to avoid extermination, Merrcar took at last if the Northern plateau proclaimed absolute King of the Kingdom, but this would call the attention of races just as ambitious as the nocturnal, however little or nothing remains of the remains of those days, except for a strange book that saved the men who call the book of the dead memories, whose content is forbidden by his strange tales, and that however its strange readings call races to name old and unpronounceable names...