The city is in a slow chaos, everyone is in a state between terror and fascination, none of those who live here remember the terrible days when we were little more than experimental cattle for the elves, but those who are old live in a cold sweat every time one of them passes by, seeing them reminds them of all the years of fighting, all the deaths caused by the now so-called "saviors", "high elves", "beautiful people", this is garbage! Worse, many of my followers are with them.
Their arrival was terrible, riding on sea creatures or mystical wooden ships, singing songs of pain and sorrow, they came when the chaos was at its peak, not in the cities of course, but wherever Death forgot the souls of the fallen and raised them to the service of those who sought only death, In almost none of the places under the Capablanca's protection did this happen, the main reason being that the corruption filters we use to keep the air clean also keep the undead enemies away, despite all that, I had more pressing problems, my personal secretary without warning me, in the middle of a meeting with the other magicians, had just despised my teachings and created a new faction called Capanegra, dedicated to pure magic for destructive purposes, for the first time I realized where I was standing, so many years living alone in the inventions and I left all the teachings in the hands of a madman, He said it was a way to take revenge for all the losses, including that of his son, at first this and his passionate arguments made me accept, the Caparoja were happy to take away my power and take a more belligerent stance, none of them listened to me.
With the departure of the Caparoja, a large number of my secretary's followers left with him, leaving me with only a few low level magicians and many idealists like myself, with no real knowledge of what is happening in my city or the surrounding area.
I had just started to organize this place when a call came, my crystal was passive, only receiving the energy fluctuations that were going on in my town, I had called all the Capablanca mages of the surrounding towns trying to get support, so when the receiver glowed I thought it was one of them, but it was not, with an intense blue light the mirror reflected a beautiful creature, richly dressed, dazzling, He introduced himself as the King of the Elves and asked my help to eliminate the threat of a being so perfidious that he had even unleashed the forces of the Signs of Chaos in our world, who was a false creature called himself Overlord and by his subjects as Darklord, the Elven King said he would send envoys for a meeting on the shores outside my city, for which he asked me (against payment) a considerable amount of material and human resources, he assured all would be rewarded, I immediately realized that I was not the only voice in my study, As I approached the windows, I could see that a mirage in front of my city was giving the same invitations to the people that I was afraid would make me angry.
The days for the meeting are approaching, feeling guilty but doing it anyway, I began to explore the city of Stormpike, under its surface there was corruption, the police acted badly, causing pain, discomfort, many of the mercenaries damaged entire ecosystems for rewards to the extent of eliminating entire species or destroying trees for the greedy merchants whose greed never had full, so there is not much I can do! I don't care who says what, I have them recorded in several books written by trustworthy humans, which speak of indescribable evil, only achieved by centuries of time and power, I am still reluctant to let the people go, but if I don't give them permission, they will most likely leave the city and expose themselves to the dubious protection of the elves.
Although the person in charge came with pompous documents, despite the assurances of the mercenaries who were paid in jewels to guarantee that no evil would happen during the visit, I do not trust them, not only because of the readings, the communication mirror gives me the reason, the power they sent to activate it was not regulated, a burst of magic of that level shattered the mirror, something like that says that they do not feel what they say or do not consider that after all these years we have evolved and are dealing with monkeys or primitive farmers.
Finally I went to one of my closest students, young but old and venerable appearance for so many hours of magic and sleeplessness all nicknamed BarbaGris, his clothes are always stained with dirt and stink of snuff, he did not seem upset at my request to come to spy, even agreed to wear a small visor that would transmit to me what he saw, perhaps so many years living in magic had made him want to be something else, His activities there would be more those of a spy than of someone devoted to the arts, but that was exactly what I needed, a person who would investigate things out of curiosity, greed and avarice have damaged my city, they have weakened it, but that is not necessarily bad, while he travels I will take advantage of what must come, all those who want to eat for free or see a show will leave, who will be convenient for them to return?