Timberlane tapped his staff on the floor and two chairs formed, one for him and the other for Lotharn, from what seemed to be the wood of the floor, but twisted and vine like as from a tree. He settled into one and looked at Allassiel. "Well one would have to start at the beginning now wouldn't they." he chuckled and settled back in his chair. "Long a go your kind came to Middle Earth and settled. You gave mankind knowledge and magic and great kingdoms rose up. I am not aware of what happened back in the west, but here some of your kind came as well and like there taught man magic and many things. They lived in peace with each other and the council of wizards was created to help control the magic man had begun to learn."<br/><br/>He took out a pipe and put some stuff into it and produced a flame on his thumb and lit the stuff. It was nice smelling and filled the room with a very nice scent. "Well as probably in the West kingdoms rose. The elves, man and dwarves here carved out these kingdoms. The elves of course taking to the forests and the dwarves to the mountains. This happened over a thousand years ago mind you. But around a thousand years ago people began to start disappearing from farms and villages. Cemetaries where loved ones were burried were found tore up and the bodies gone. Then family members that were thought lost returned but only to fall upon their releatives and kill them and take their bodies. That was when the undead began showing up, raiding other villages and towns, killing and taking the bodies."<br/><br/>He puffed on his pipe a moment and continued. "It became evident that something or someone was controling them and the Council of Wizards decided to send someone to investigate." he chuckled. "A thief of all people. But a very good one it seemed. Even though he had been caught and tried and was sentence to be executed. Given the opportunity to be free and to have all his previous crimes pardoned, plus I think a nice monetary reward should he bring back useful information, he followed some of the undead back to where they were taking the bodies. A valley with a huge fortress at its center. It became known as the Citidal of Evil and the Valley of Death."<br/><br/>"The one that was creating the undead was only known as the Evil One. His name was really never known, nor what he really looked like, because he kept his face behind a steal mask, and helm. But mark my word he was powerful and one that it seemed no one could defeat. The lands were terrified, no one seemed to be able to stop his armies of undead from doing what they wanted. Elf, Dwarf, and humans were all bickering between themselves on what to do. Even among themselves there was no unity it seemed. Until a simple farmer came forth. First he stopped at one of the Dwarven kingdoms. Where he had gotten it no one knew and he would not tell, but it had been lost for a very long time. A bejeweled Dravan Battle Ax, crafted by a dwarf long ago to unite them. When that Dwarf died it disapeared from their lands and they fell into separate Kingdoms. But with the Ax in the hand of a Good Dwarf King the Dwarfs were united once again and marched. Next he went to the Elves and convinced them to join the dwarf armies to battle the great evil. Next was the humans, who were now easy to pursuade as they did not want to be left out and thought cowards."<br/><br/>He looked at the elves in the room, puffing on his pipe. Who he really was and where he came from no one knew. All he told any one was that he as a farmer that could not stand by while evil over ran the world." Timberlane smiled. The Elves, Dwarfs and Humans proclaimed him the leader of their armies and followed him. They smashed the undead armies where ever they found them, pushing them ever back towards the mountains to the south and to the Valley of Death. The young man proved to be a great warrior and leader, far more then just a Farmer."<br/><br/>After years of war and countless battles the undead were forced back to the Valley of Death and as the United Armies fought the undead the young man, and a group of Wizards, Paladins, Warriors and others entered the Citidal to confront the Evil One and try to kill him, or inprison him in a magical prison. The battle was long a savage and many of them died. The wizards had laid the spells that would entrap the Evil One and put him in a prison that he could not escape from, but The Evil One was not a fool, he knew what was happening and bound himself to the Young Hero and both were trapped in the magical prison. Far beneath the Citiadel of Evil lies a cavern with two towers. In one tower lies the Evil One and in the other the Young Hero."<br/><br/>He took a deep breath. "Four magical keys were formed that day, from one mystical gem. When brought together they would form the key that would open both towers. It was decided that it would be best to leave the two imprisoned and not chance the Evil One's escape or to turn the tide of battle against them. The figured it was what their Leader would have wanted. On the way out of the Citidal of Evil, one of the keys was stolen by a Lieutenant of the Evil One and lost to the Alliance. The other three were given, one to the dwarfs, one to the Elves, and one to the Humans to safe guard. Those that they were given to dissappeared never to be seen again. But a prophecy was made, that one day the four would be reunited and that a way for the Evil One to be imprisoned forever and the Young Farmer freed would be found." He chuckled. "Well if you believe in such things as that. Now I would like to hear of this war you had in the West."