The scritch-scratch sound of a quill upon parchment filled the quiet
Lucretian Athenaeum as the head archivist, Nissa, diligently prepared a
copy of an ancient document.

~ ~ ~

Ages ago, before the genesis of humanity, before Agatheis' mastery over
the elemental lords, other forces dabbled in the ways of the elements.
One, the Aldar Dekalb, summoned four powerful elementals, one from each
plane, and bound them to this world to assist him in his works.

Ages passed, and the time of the War of Humanity approached. The doomed
war council of the Aldar convened and Dekalb, not anticipating the
violent turn it would take, was unaccompanied by these four elementals.
And when he fell to the prowess of Yen-Sorte, these elementals did not
return to their respective planes, but remained upon this world.

From the elemental plane of fire came the being Dekalb called Jeramun,
"the Flame of the World." For Jeramun, Dekalb created a great encasement
of armour, both to protect the elemental fire and to protect the
surrounding world from the immense heat emanating from his form. He also
created a great sword for the elemental, but for what purpose we do not
know. Perhaps he had foresight of the war to come, or perhaps he merely
wanted his primitive companion to be protected.

When Dekalb was lost, Jeramun took refuge in a deep rent in the earth,
for he could not abide the open air upon its surface. Despite his
protective encasement, Jeramun radiated great waves of heat, and slowly
his presence began to affect the very caverns around him, and the cold
tundra far to the north was transformed into a sweltering, barren land.

~ ~ ~

Nissa set down her quill, brow furrowed as she looked over the completed
scroll. "What a fascinating story," she thought to herself. "A pity it
is incomplete." Part of a parcel of manuscripts recovered from the
Chapel of All Gods, the original had been tucked inside an ancient copy
of the Mythos, but had become badly damaged over the centuries.

"At least this portion may be of use someday," Nissa murmured, and
placed the ivory scroll upon a shelf, adding it to the library's
collection before picking up yet another dusty tome.

Penned by My hand on the 9th of Glacian, in the year 569 AF.