The Source

Not much is known of The Source, save its dark influence it holds over the evil places on Bil Hanna. It is a place of powerful magic, connected to The Dark Tide that surrounds the continent; those seeking the evil of the Source need only follow the Tide. What little is known about this place is either long forgotten or a carefully guarded, terrible secret. The following is an excerpt from an interview with one of the few who knew that secret.

''...“Because, M’lady,not to be rude, but it is rumored that you have not chosen to Fade as far as others of your kind. It is said, you remember when it first came.” Orello’s voice was not cruel but it carried more strength with it now, along with a soft tone of pleading. “They say you remember the first time that Ichor rose to the surface. There is but one other and she does not leave her White Tower but once every few centuries. M’Lady Llanian. Or as those in ages past called you, Allanianatamara. The Seal-Crafter. Blight-Ender. You saved Bil Hanna, and your average person doesn’t even know what from. The cycles of Black Blood, or Dark Tide as the immigrants call it, is taken as something as simple as the earthquakes or storms.” ''

''The guards in the room tense as the obvious distraught now coming over their Patron’s face, but she raises a hand and speaks in a quiet voice. “I have Faded most of it. There is pain in those years. Pain and failures. Last chances and dangerous gambles. I was not there for the first, only the Scholar remembers those years, but I was there for those that followed.” She reaches up, and wipes a tear from her eye with the sleeve of her gown, all decorum gone. “Our world is ill.” Those last words barely holding back a sob. ''

''Carefully, Orello moves closer, pulling a Takoian silk hanky from his jacket and handing it to the First Elves shaking hands. “How is she ill? Please, tell me what you know. If we ever want this to end, we need to know. The world needs to know.” ''

''A little bit of defiance comes back into her form as she shudders and stands, squaring her shoulders and meeting his eyes. “It isn’t known exactly but there are theories. Some more ludicrous than others. What we know we know from our lost allies, the Smaragdine. They were of the Shell, as we were of the Sky, and the Dwarves were of the Land. They told us that one of the Lesser Things could not find succor when the Light came. It found solace in our world, stowing away into Bil Hanna’s shell with her. It seeks to grow. It seeks to spread its will to the other Greater beings of the aether. When it calls, it bleeds. When it bleeds, the other Greater beings come.”''