The distant sound of an explosion to the far north late in the year 488
A.F. was followed by a tremendous bellow of rage heard around the world.
To the amazement of all who gazed towards the northern horizon, the peak
of the mountain called Inbhir seemed to unfold, revealing itself as a
colossal mountain giant awakened from ancient slumber. Lumbering down
from the now-flattened summit that had served as its bed for so long,
the Inbhir giant began laying waste to all around it in its fury, and
screams rose from the dwarven village of Inbhir Ness.

Adventurers from all walks of life travelled north and joined together
in response to the Inbhir chieftain's plea for help. Bravely, the Inbhir
chieftain led the charge against the enormous giant. Summoning all their
swords, axes, and mighty magics to battle at the chieftain's side were
Ilireth, Aaseth, Draekar, Ashed, Ellodin, Soludra, Inuad, Jaiko, and
dozens of others.

A walking mountain towering hundreds of feet over them, the giant's feet
and fists smashed down from above and crushed all in its path, slaying
many. Though the earth quaked beneath them, and avalanches of rocks fell
from above them, the warriors did not relent. And lo, hot lava streamed
like rivers of flame from the giant's wounds as it weakened from the
onslaught. Its howls of agony ceased as it stumbled and fell dead,
merely part of the mountain terrain once more.

Yet, the tale ends not there. The lava pouring from the giant's wounds
solidified into dark ruby streams, which then blackened before
dissolving into black smoke. The smoke coalesced into three figures
enshrouded in darkness, skeletal and imposing with eyes like burning
flames. "And thus our Work begins anew," the mysterious figures intoned
simultaneously, before vanishing like mirages.

Penned by My hand on the 9th of Ero, in the year 489 AF.