A wise old man sits in a tavern and you listen to him as he speaks of a story of old,
"Forces rushed around after a old fort was discovered. The high elves, snow elves, wood elves, humans, orcs, dwarves, and kha all rushed to it."
"After many days, a snow elf battled a magi and defeated him. A dwarf walked towards the body and looted it, finding a key. High elves approached the dwarf and captured him, forcing him towards a locked door. The high elves beat the dwarf until he put the key into the slot and they laughed as the door opened. The dwarf was pushed in as all the races gathered to watch what the high elves were doing. The high elves ordered the dwarf what to do as an archer was ready to slay the dwarf at a moments notice. The dwarf pulled the final lever and the ground shook. The high elves were shoved in as the races moved in, hoping to find treasure. The lone archer disappeared, out of sight as this happened. The ground in the center moved as a dark laughter originated from it,
"You have released me."
"The oldest of the old knew what had spoken. It was not a spirit or a dark soul, it was Iblees himself. Iblees created a hole in the mountain and floated out as lava begin to fill the room."
The Old Man stands up and walks away.
