Since the dwarf Dorin Silverbeard escaped the claws of Amairgen bearing
the blade portion of the sword of Gar'losha, the Consanguine could not
rest. All their efforts were now centered towards recovering the blade
before Trabarg and Dorin could manage to re-forge it. The Troll king,
who was all too well aware of the dread nature of the blade, was feeling
torn. Despite being deeply worried about once more unleashing this
horrific force on the world, he finally decided that he must take up his
heritage and recover the blade. As the blade itself was slowly being
re-forged in the hot smithies of Trabarg and Dorin, tension grew as the
contenders for the sword made ready.

For half a year Trabarg and Dorin toiled until finally they had managed
to reform the blade. Trabarg shouted in exultation of their grand work,
unwittingly alerting not only the Troll King but Amairgen, Lich of
Bloodloch. Her raspy voice was heard throughout the land as she demanded
the blade be returned to her. Of course, Trabarg and Dorin both refused.
In Hashan, remembering the recent genocide perpetrated on the Troll
race, a group of warriors began to gather. Each and every one of them
was determined to protect the Troll king from harm.

Yet even then, the forces of the Consanguine and their allies were
drawing ever nearer to Hashan. Meanwhile, Trabarg had given the blade to
Iereas Aruvar and asked him to deliver it to the Troll king. Using a
sonic portal as transport, the group in Shallam joined up with those in
Hashan protecting the Troll king. Seizing their last opportunity for a
strike, the consanguine moved in, determined to slaughter everyone there
and recover the blade before it could be used against them. The forces
protecting the blade held firm, determined to keep hold of the blade and
deliver it to the Troll king. Swords and magick clashed in a bloody
battle, yet the forces around the king were prevailing, and victory
began to seem certain for them. Just then, an Occultist named Kerian
called on the pact he had made with the lord of the Chaos Plane
Golgotha, opening up a pit of sheer evil to assail his enemies.

The tide of battle was turned against the Troll King. In the chaos and
confusion that followed, a young woman fighting with the Consanguine of
the lands picked up the blade that was lying forgotten on the floor and
fled to the protection of Spinesreach. Even as everyone was searching
for the sword, she spoke to the Prince Zahmekoses, offering him the
blade in exchange for the gift of immortality - the Embrace of the
Blooded. Zahmekoses accepted her request, and the new thrall presented
her master with the sword of Gar'losha. The cheers of the Consanguine
echoed over Spinesreach as they reveled in their seeming victory.

But the Bloodloch Lich Amairgen brooded still. She sent her emissaries
to Zahmekoses, beseeching him to allow her to study the blade. It was
her hope that she would find a way to turn this fearsome weapon against
mortals. Zahmekoses agreed, stating only that she must journey to
Spinesreach herself to look upon the blade. Yet her studies were
interrupted when the very earth began to shake beneath her feet. For far
in the northern ruins of Hashan, the spirit of Garlosha awoke, drawn
eternally towards his ancient sword. The blade sensed its master,
reaching out to his dark power. It began to weaken Amairgen, blocking
her attempts to control its magic. Calling upon Zahmekoses, she returned
the blade to him, bidding him to find a way to destroy it and rid the
Consanguine of the threat once and for all. Unfortunately, their attempt
to feed the blade to a humgii was not successful, and the sword was
stolen by Exodus, who sped off through a womhole with his treasure.

Gar'losha was mighty in his anger. As he searched for his sword, a
multitude of people fell to his power, yet still he raged on, promising
to continue the slaughter until the blade was returned to him.
Eventually the blade came into the hands of Winger Imperil, who entered
into the mysterious realm of phase space to avoid the attacks of the
spirit. However, immediately after leaving the confined security of
phase he found himself chased down by the ancient king. In the depth of
the Vashnar Mountains Winger could no longer outrun the mighty spirit,
and fell to its strength. Yet none could have predicted what occurred
next, for in his moment of triumph Gar'losha plunged the blade into his
own chest, reuniting with it in body as well as spirit. Both demon and
sword vanished, yet a pillar of fire remained where they once were. The
flames raged on over the Vashnars for many a day, a fitting funeral pyre
for a being of great evil and power...

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Severin, in the year 111 MA.