Somewhere in Elnor’s valley , Thursday,  the second of the seventh year of Septim II’s  great reign… The tears of the seventh angel’s doomed child are wiped away by the fury of the crimsoning wind. Indeed the wind is so powerful in this region that it’s even able to corrode ancient rocks! Trees and rocks alike are so corroded by the extreme havoc of the absolutely mad wind. 

But why is this fucking wind so furious? Hellas my dear friends, this wind was nothing but t Akron’s earthly elemental manifestation. When the Seventh book was written by the unholy hand of the ancient Black Hordes’ master as he was trespassing, Akron managed to seal its very own fury within the ever blowing wind of Tharagoroth’s Valley. One says that this Wind can prevent birds from flying and children from dying. 

Those facts are nowadays only remembered in old jesters’ Tales and in the memories of way old foolish wizards. Aresius was one of them and was known as the oldest in-the-dark-hidden-troll of the entire bottom left corner earth.  The old geezer was living in a haunted dwarf’s cottage since its former inhabitant died from alcoholic coma while making a big party with Akron’s bitch. Aresius had been the sword master of countless heroes, but for some reasons he decided to stop teaching its wonderful war skills after his pupils get toughly slaughtered by some wild squirrels of swift death (known as the brown evil nuts suckers). 

And today… the lament of the winds was just beginning to be heard in the marvelous valley of Elnor., causing a huge sour fear among the quiet inhabitants…

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