Elandar's Amulet

In the years following the Rise of Eldracax the Sorcerer-King, his rule extended its tendrils from the eastern coast of the Andarn Bridge, across the Bridge, and south towards the remnants of Sorala. He ruled the nation of Eft with an iron fist from his stronghold off the coast, where he had tapped into the very magic of the world, from whence all dragons were born. This isle, the dragons' most holy site, was transformed into an evil and dark place, tainted by the vile magic Eldracax coaxed out of its reservoirs. Some say he had found the guardian of the place, a mighty draconic spirit, and bent it to his will. Some say that he even went so far as to merge his own essence with that of the guardian.
Eldracax's traffic with the Shadow Plane cast a pall over the lands under his sway. He corrupted the dragons who once commanded the respect of all within the area, turning them to dark, insidious things. The humans living in Eft were horribly oppressed, barely remembering the glorious days before, when their ancestors had been one of the two most mighty peoples the world had ever, perhaps would ever, see.
After a century of rule, it was obvious Eldracax would not die by natural means. All hope seemed lost. And then an individual arose from the masses who proposed to bring Eldracax to his knees. This was the mighty hero Elandar.
Elandar gathered many followers to his banner, though at first they had to work from secret. Their greatest allies in this were Te Artuk zar Kalun, the Order of Secrets, a holy order of T'jaikurg, who concealed members of this uprising, and helped them move about in freedom, using their network of portals established centuries before. For a decade, Elandar and his followers conducted a guerilla war against the Sorcerer-King's rule. They got virtually no where. The only result was the tightening of Eldracax's grip on his people. They knew something else had to be done. A telling blow was necessary.
Elandar departed on a quest for help. He traveled south for many months, finally coming across a powerful orcish mystic, named Tarrnyg, who had seen some of what Eldracax was doing in the north through his magics. He agreed to help Elandar, in return for some favour to be specified later. Elandar liked what he had seen of Tarrnyg, and agreed.
Together, they crafted an item of great power. It was an amulet that would make its wearer nigh-invincible. Into it, Tarrnyg poured his magic, and Elandar focused his own combat prowess in it. The amulet used much mystical energy from a rare substance known only as red steel. Because of this, the only weakness of someone wearing the amulet was red steel, either in the form of weapons, or as a component in spells. As a safeguard against the possibility that the amulet would fall into enemy hands, or its powers copied, the two placed a cache of red steel within a strange temple in the depths of the jungle where Tarrnyg had been living. Directions to this cache were carved into the amulet, in code.
Thus protected, Elandar left Tarrnyg and returned to Eft to challenge Eldracax. His passage north was marked by battles summarily won by Elandar. When he arrived home, he discovered his revolutionary organisation had been decimated by Eldracax's soldiers. Few of his friends had survived. He had nothing left but to kill the Eldracax. He single-handedly fought his way into the Sorcerer-King's palace on the Isle of Eft, then faced Eldracax in single combat.
The battle lasted hours, but the Sorcerer-King finally fell. With the palace crumbling about him, and the magics of the amulet taxed to near the breaking point, Elandar stood over Eldracax's corpse and grieved.