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In the shadowy realm of dark magic, there was a sorcerer whose name was Zephyrion. He was a man obsessed with his own beauty, constantly gazing at his reflection in his enchanted mirror and asking it who was the fairest of them all. His thirst for power and admiration knew no bounds, and he was feared and reviled by all who knew of him.
It was Zephyrion who had sealed the power of King Alderan, using his dark magic to strip the king of his ability to rule. The sorcerer had long coveted the throne for himself, but when his bid for power was thwarted, he had resorted to more insidious means of control.
With the king powerless to resist him, Zephyrion's influence over the kingdom grew stronger by the day. His cruelty and malice knew no bounds, and he reveled in the suffering of others. But despite his evil deeds, the sorcerer remained unrepentant, convinced that his own beauty and power made him invincible.
As the people of Eriador suffered under his rule, Zephyrion remained ensconced in his tower, preening and admiring himself in his mirror. Little did he know that a rebellion was brewing, and that his reign of terror would soon come to an end.

Description

In the shadowy realm of dark magic, there was a sorcerer whose name was Zephyrion. He was a man obsessed with his own beauty, constantly gazing at his reflection in his enchanted mirror and asking it who was the fairest of them all. His thirst for power and admiration knew no bounds, and he was feared and reviled by all who knew of him.
It was Zephyrion who had sealed the power of King Alderan, using his dark magic to strip the king of his ability to rule. The sorcerer had long coveted the throne for himself, but when his bid for power was thwarted, he had resorted to more insidious means of control.
With the king powerless to resist him, Zephyrion's influence over the kingdom grew stronger by the day. His cruelty and malice knew no bounds, and he reveled in the suffering of others. But despite his evil deeds, the sorcerer remained unrepentant, convinced that his own beauty and power made him invincible.
As the people of Eriador suffered under his rule, Zephyrion remained ensconced in his tower, preening and admiring himself in his mirror. Little did he know that a rebellion was brewing, and that his reign of terror would soon come to an end.