And so it came to pass that Sirunian the Wise, King of Falkenheim, Keeper of the Golden Wing and Master of the Guild of Light, rose from the Falcon's throne and said:"But you, Barabas Ulfaran, shall henceforth live in exile in the eternally dark Nighthome. And with you, all shadow beings and creatures of darkness, and all humans and other beings who have devoted themselves to black magic. And the path to the World of Light, to Falkenheim, Elbenfurt, and Glimmervale, shall be forever barred to you."The Paladins of the Falcon Guard seized him and brought him to the city gates, and thus Barabas submitted to his fate. Yet from then on, the poison of anger flowed through his veins.The inhabitants of Falkenheim, however, lived in peace and happiness. And just as the wheat thrived in the vast fields and acres of the kingdom, so too did knowledge flourish in the universities and magical guild houses in the cities of Falkenheim.Airell the Blue, head of the mages of Glimmervale, keeper of knowledge, and lord of the beings of all seven worlds, heard of the rising Falkenheim and set out to visit King Sirunian at his court and see for himself. After testing the mages of the Guild of Light and studying their writings, he agreed to exchange knowledge and mutually instruct each other in the magical arts.And word quickly spread in nearby Elbenfurt that the inhabitants of Falkenheim had found the right path. It wasn't long before King Lomelind, keeper of the forest and ruler of the high elves, appeared in the capital and offered the King of Falkenheim a pact of peace.With each dispatch received by the dark Barabas Ulfaran, his heart darkened more and the anger in his soul grew. He vowed revenge on Sirunian to the adepts of darkness, shadow beings, and black magicians, to conquer all of Leros, to subjugate the light peoples, and to lay an eternal mantle of darkness over the world. Thus, he gathered the forces of evil around him, forging a dark pact with the wild horde of Kael al Shamal, whose shamans summon the evil spirits of his ancestors and feast on human blood.Through this dark alliance, the power and strength of the black Barabas grew – and so he subdued the armies of fire and cunning, the orcs and ogres, the goblins and kobolds, and made them his willing allies in the fight against the light forces of the south.And so the sky over the north of Leros darkened as the black adepts of Barabas formed, accompanied by the dull drums of Kael al Shamal and the marching orc armies moving towards Falkenheim.But soon the golden horns of Camorrus sounded, announcing the impending doom and the upcoming battle. Thus, the light armies of Falkenheim, Elbenfurt, and Glimmervale gathered to face the dark forces of the north.Under the wary eyes of the dwarves and trolls, the fairies and pixies, and all other natural beings, in the hope that their world Leros might survive the final battle.

And so it came to pass that Sirunian the Wise, King of Falconheim, Guardian of the Golden Wing, and Master of the Guild of Light, rose from the Falcon Throne and spoke: "But you, Barabas Ulfaran, shall henceforth live in exile in the eternally dark Night Home. And with you all shadowy beings and creatures of darkness, and all humans and other beings who have dedicated themselves to black magic. And the path to the world of light, to Falconheim, Elvenford, and Glimmervale, shall remain forever barred to you." The paladins of the Falcon Guard seized him and brought him to the city gates, and thus Barabas resigned himself to his fate. But from then on, the poison of anger flowed through his veins. The inhabitants of Falconheim, however, lived in peace and happiness. And just as wheat flourished in the vast fields and meadows of the realm, so too did knowledge flourish in the universities and magical guild houses in the cities of Falkenheim. Airell the Blue, chairman of the magicians of Glimmervale, guardian of knowledge, and master of the beings of all seven worlds, learned of the rising fortunes of Falkenheim and set out to visit King Sirunian at his court to see for himself. After examining the magicians of the Guild of Light and studying their writings, he agreed to exchange views and mutually instruct each other in the magical arts. Word quickly spread in the nearby Elvenford that the inhabitants of Falkenheim had found the right path. And so it wasn't long before King Lomelind, Guardian of the Forest and ruler of the High Elves, appeared in the capital and offered the King of Falkenheim a pact of peace. With every dispatch that reached the sinister Barabas Ulfaran, his heart darkened and the anger in his soul grew. And so he swore to the adepts of darkness, the shadow creatures and the black magicians, the undead and the revenants, to take revenge on Sirunian and conquer all of Leros, to subjugate the light peoples and cast an eternal cloak of darkness over the world. And so he gathered the forces of evil around him and forged a sinister pact with the savage horde of Kael al Shamal, whose shamans summon the evil spirits of their ancestors and feast on human blood. Through this dark alliance, the power and strength of Black Barabas grew—and so he subjugated the armies of fire and cunning, the Orcai and the Ogres, the Goblins and the Kobolds, and made them his willing allies in the fight against the light forces of the south. And so the skies over northern Leros darkened as the Black Adepts of Barabas formed up, accompanied by the dull drums of Kael al Shamal and the marching of the Orc armies heading for Falcon's Home. There, however, the golden horns of Camorrus soon sounded, heralding impending doom and the approaching battle. And so the light armies of Falkenheim, Elvenford, and Glimmervale formed to oppose the dark powers of the North. Under the suspicious eyes of the dwarves and trolls, the fairies and pixies, and all other creatures of nature, in the hope that their world of Leros might survive the final battle.