The Scourge

Disaster / Destruction

We were foolish to believe our war was over, idling so many years with our mortals, teaching and guiding them. We were blind, though. Fighting on Acheron subsided centuries ago, after we introduced the larvae. Only now have we realized it was not because we had won, but because they were preparing to move against the weakest of us, and crumble us that way. It is difficult to admit...I miss them.

It seems that almost no corner of Teurram was left untouched. When Lyir fell to the dark, we should have taken it more seriously, but with the fighting stopped, we had hoped Umberlee could keep him under control. His strength was too great though. In the Jewel Sea he sundered the Emerald Isle to pieces and lashed out against Ashanda in a rage, sinking it and all its peoples. Northwest of Ashanda, at the base of the peninsula, Talona spread her pestilence throughout the villages there, filling the soil with acid, causing the trees to wither and die, and the air too noxious to breathe. Those who did not die from this change fled to other settlements, and Talona fled too. Mielikki arrived to the jungles quickly to try and undo the damage, but the sickness took root in the earth, it was too late. To the east, an event we are describing as the Hilltop Massacres swept across Haven and its surrounding lands under the influence of the god of murder, and I dare not describe it in any further detail. Bhaal then attempted to hide underground, but could not lose the attention of Lathander, who located and disposed of him beneath the hills, shattering the earth in the fray.

Looking east even further, the great port of Cavere fell to the machinations of Cyric and Bane. First driving their queen to tyranny, and then to commit so heinous an act we could not but answer it in full force. Tymora, in a wrath none of us dared oppose, pulled Tyr and his hammer along, bringing a legion with them to land at the Pebbled Shore, and established an outpost at Corasus. It took some time, but under siege those devils and Lanfir that held the city were defeated, and the pair of Umbrals fled. I wish I could stop my recounting of events here, but further damage was done in the north, in the mountains, by Malar and Loviatar. They hunted on a murderous rampage, until Selune, distraught at watching so many of those she beloved be slain, tangled Loviatar in her silver threads, while Malar escaped. In the throes of the very pain she so loved, Loviatar let loose a yell so horrible that it shattered the mountains themselves before she fell, wounded, beneath the mountains.

It is difficult to compare the horror of these events, but perhaps our greatest loss was at Ishtana. Oh how we weep for Ishtana. The greatest city our children created, buried by an avalanche of Misfortune and Death. I've gone and seen it myself since. If not for Torm's sacrifice it would have continued to spread, burying the entire world in a sea of sand. Our brother rests now in Ihliziyo, he and the Hexad he stopped, frozen, and apart from us. We will watch over his place, and remember his sacrifice. It is all ended now. All of the larvae, dead, or displaced from their homes, except for the fortunate safe keeping of Dol'Deren by Silvanus. I can think of no better name for this tragic series of events, than the Scourge.