With almost all resistance against his armies quelled, the Deaga-lord thought he was asured a quick victory, with only four Kalinre monks left they posed no real threat to him, reguardless of their strength. After his victory over the monks he decided to crush any remaining hope the people had, and in a most cunning way. He struck a horrible blow to the peoples spirits by claiming the Kalinre temple high in the Faidlah mountains. He built his crown city of Aoundorun around the temple which the people began to call Hells Gate, for evils the likes of which had never been seen on this earth before began to inhabit the lands around the temple. It was the greatest mockery he could bestow upon the land, ruling with a dark Iron fist and despare where once all the lands hope and justice stemmed. The last remaining Kalinre monk were infuriated by this blatant disrespect and defiling of their sacred home, yet resigned to the fact that there was nothing they could do. So they contiued their search for the chosen one. All across the land they searched from the southern sea to the frozen wastes of the north they never stoped their searching. During this time the Shadow Nation was setleing down in their new home, never to return to their homeland in the west. In all truth it must be said that the Shadow nation is not inherently evil, and their actions began as an act of nesesity, for their land had been strikened by a terible blight that rendered the ground compleatly infertile and useless and the Nations people were dying from lack of food. Having no-where else to turn, the Shadow people sought the help of they're neighbors from across the Danmalont mountains. The people of Cartania welcomed the Shadowlanders with open arms. At this time there was an uprising in the military of the Shadowlands. An upstart general by the name of Rand Mastelante had, seeking the power to over throw the Shadowlands Monarchy, fused himself with the soul of an ancient evil,a necromancer by the name of Necalithion. In doing so he gained the power over the dead and unimaginable strength with it. Yet he was also responsible for the death of his homeland, for when he released Necalithion's soul from its prison he also unleashed a super condensed wave of pure evil and before he captured the necromancers soul the land had already begun to wither away. The dark plauge spread un-controlably and within months there were no green plants to be seen for miles around and the greater part of the population had fled across the mountains and into Cartania. Those loyal to Mastelante who had travled with him to help preform the release ritual recived such an extream exposure to the evil energy that they were endowed with some of the necromancer's powers as well. They imeadiatly swore their eternal fidelity to Mastelante and began to build a new empire from the ashes of the old since their home land had died they were no longer Shadowlanders they were a kingdom without a land and they then named themselves the Shadow Nation. As the years passed the memory of those horrible events faded from the peoples minds and the Shadowlanders who were not loyal to Rand and his new empire had mixed with the populations of the various kingdoms of Cartania and began to forget their roots across the mountains. Several generations passed with the innocent people of Cartania oblivious to events ocurring across the mountains. While the Cartanian population was sitting idle and enjoying the peace of a land long removed from war, a land where the warriors trade had not been widely practiced in centuries, except for the few small armies and militias used to protect cities and villages from roaming bandits, Rand Mastelante, now known as the Deaga-lord was gathering armies to him, preparing to leave his blighted homeland for the furtile, bountiful Cartania. He had used his power over the darkness to purify only enough land to feed his growing army and their families. His legions growth was exponential, fore he used his powers over death to stop the aging of his soldiers once they compleated their training so while other lands would only have a single generation of warriors to stand against him he would have the backing of four generations of fully trained and equiped soldiers. When he was satisfied he was well enough prepared he led his troops across the Danmalont mountains. The Shadow armies blew aside all resistance, like a black wind from the west they howled. Then... they met with a resistance the likes of which they could never have foreseen. They ran into the Kalinre monks. The monks held off the Shadow armies for many years, but their number was just to small to truly stop the Shadow legions. Things continued in this fashion untill the monks were so depleated they could not meet the Shadow nation in staged combat, and the last remaining monks retreated into hidding to await the arival of the savior the prophecy had promised them. "The Fate chosen and the winged blade shall banish the shadows and raize the Dark Nation to the ground. Look to his coming when the dark tide floods the land and the guardians of the living steel number six. The Dark Light shall be marked  by the heavens and will recive the Sky Blade when he has lost the light and embraced the dark. It shall save him as he will save us all." So reads the prophecy. The Kalinre seek the one though they number only four, five if you would include the Dark Light himself so perhaps the prophesy has already been voided and we are all doomed to remain slaves of the Deaga-lord for all eternity... Gods why have you abandoned us?....