Chronicles of the World of DaoTyr

North County was a community greatly altered by the opening of the Shadowroad. A gnarled, twisted wild land where dead end fairy trails gleem and faun wights dance. It was here that Arythial Bessallyn would steal away down secret roads that only little girls can find… for long trips as a little girl she would leave Maiah, and it was for this that Tim Tigean sent her as an adult to investigate the goings on of the Red Fist…

After years of peaceful, economic expansion under the warden of the Sherriff of the Dreamwater, trouble stirred in the North Shadowpath in a county given to Goblinkin. The Red Fist began the worshipping practices of the Dark Three once again and began Black Parades recruiting common farming folk from miles around, proclaiming to the People of Niskantel that they were the new order of things.

It was at Gnarfold that the Sherriff and Company learned of the Stone.

Awakened by the crush of the Dragon Forge, the Storm Avatar, a being of iron and lightning comes raging through the Feywild toward the Sherriff’s Party as they find Tim in the Towers of Ragyiel. Zarconus summons his Lightning knights, one of whom is destroyed forever, before bringing the arching beast down. The creature forever destroys Ragyiel in its death throws, reuinitng the party in a bruised and exhausted mess.

Walder quickly found his ancient love Tirara who had been waiting for him…heavy with child, Walder’s child. There was no love lost between the two as tragic as it is that five thousand years separate them and together they can never be. In the later battle during and against the Storm Avatar, Avari helps birth the child and steals the baby and the mother off to the relative safety of the Feywild.

What treachery! Walder discovers the Rydikos Demon, the Liege of the Pit, the creature at the center of the Cult of the Liege is none other than Thallia, His regent Captain. The Vampiric hellspawn nearly usurped Walder’s throne but not for the keen arrow of the awakened Tim Tigean who caught her between the eyes.

For five thousand years, five thousand years ago, the Valley of Gavin Wel was Khepathia. Khepathia was the greatest city that this or any world has ever known…an eladrin city a mile deep, bolstered by planar connections and machinations that are beyond contemporary conceptualization.

It is the Oracle of Fuhema who informs the Sherriff’s Party that now the Feywild seems to be crashing in on the Dream Water due to the liberation of the Seeds of Everet, the destruction of one of the ancient Dragon Forges and the missing Sherriff who can not tend to the Unicorn of Fengdeign.

Walder gathered up his friends as they were all in trance of spell and violence, and sailed a little red sailed raft up an ancient river through a City that had not existed for five millenia. He sailed with an intent heart to Ragyiel, the place he knew to find Tim.

Many eladrin of today remain embittered to the fall of their glorious nation under the rule of the Dragons Kings and the Raven Queen. With the Seeds of Everet, tears that fell from Bahamut’s face upon the burning of Khepathia, there are some who say Khepathia could be raised again.