Fantasy Snippet III

    Svam the Red cast down, Athedil was victorious. His greatest foe of mortal kind atop the broken heap of corpses before him, Athedil reveled in his victory. He loosed a cry of triumph, powerful and resonant, one that shook the Shining Bastion, Car Avaham, to it's foundation. He was now drunk on his power over man and so stormed up the spiraling marble steps into the Innermost Sanctum, home of the Well. And with his own blood Athedil tainted the Well, clouding it's waters, corrupting the very lifeblood of the land, a corruption that remains still.
    And afterwards Athedil emerged from the Sanctum and his forces cheered in victory, the Bastion's defenders having been slain or routed, and a great commotion began. His forces, whether men or beings of his own design reveled in glory and victory and great orgies spilled out onto the broken and bloodied street and continued until the sun rose the day after. But for Athedil there was no respite. He set his will outwards and burned the sky, turning it black and roiling with storms of fury and then he outstretched his hands and bid the earth rise and it did; fangs of mountains rose from the earth, spearing the sky, encircling the land as a great earthen wall. He then stretched ever outwards and made more mountains rise, jagged teeth of earth and stone, to churn the land and disrupt any roads or hope of travel, an absolute natural barrier. Once his walls were complete, he set his followers and creatures out amidst the mountains to builds walls and gates and fortresses. And from here after the land that Athedil claim, formerly Ahovain, home of Car Avaham, was known as Ulta Galava, the Storm Lands.
    The corruption of Athedil remained in these lands for centuries, a lingering, undying pestilence that killed most creatures that dared brave the mountain passes and turned those that survived into messengers and servants of Athedil himself. Athedil cast himself upon the throne there, keeping watch of his waters of the Well, building his armies and breeding his beasts, for a greater conquest he had in mind. And Car Avaham was no more. It was now named Marariil; the New Elvenhome, the Black Keep.
    But no great conquest came forth from the walls of Marariil, no great host set out for war and pillage. No word came from Athedil or the remained of his elves, nor word or sight of his Black Army....