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In the annals of Nerysor's tumultuous history, the Zorakai Horde stand as a dark and formidable force, their origins shrouded in the mists of time. Once, their legions swept across the land like a tide of chaos, their outposts and encampments stretching far and wide, casting a shadow of fear over the realm.
But all that changed on the fateful day of the Battle at Emberwood Pass—a cataclysmic clash that would alter the course of history forever. It was here that the Alzatur Wizards of the Eclipse enclave, guardians of the arcane arts in the region of Llyrindor, faced the overwhelming hordes of the Zorakai in a desperate bid to stem the tide of the battle.
In a last, desperate gambit, the Alzatur wizards unleashed a devastating elemental blast—a maelstrom of fire and lightning that rent the very fabric of reality itself. The skies darkened with the fury of their magic, and the earth trembled beneath the weight of their power. The toll was immense, for both the Zorakai and the wizards themselves paid a heavy price in blood and sacrifice.
In the aftermath of the battle, the Zorakai were broken and scattered, their once-mighty host reduced to a mere shadow of its former glory. With their numbers depleted and their spirit all but shattered, they retreated to the icy wastes of the far north, to the borders of Prydergarde, where few dared to tread.
But now, after centuries of silence, whispers echo across the land of a stirring in the frozen north—a resurgence of the Zorakai, their ranks swelling with new recruits drawn from the darkness that lurks in the depths of the world. For what purpose do they march? Whom do they serve? These questions weigh heavy on the hearts of the realm's defenders, for with the emergence of this new darkness, the fate of Nerysor hangs in the balance once more.

Description

In the annals of Nerysor's tumultuous history, the Zorakai Horde stand as a dark and formidable force, their origins shrouded in the mists of time. Once, their legions swept across the land like a tide of chaos, their outposts and encampments stretching far and wide, casting a shadow of fear over the realm.
But all that changed on the fateful day of the Battle at Emberwood Pass—a cataclysmic clash that would alter the course of history forever. It was here that the Alzatur Wizards of the Eclipse enclave, guardians of the arcane arts in the region of Llyrindor, faced the overwhelming hordes of the Zorakai in a desperate bid to stem the tide of the battle.
In a last, desperate gambit, the Alzatur wizards unleashed a devastating elemental blast—a maelstrom of fire and lightning that rent the very fabric of reality itself. The skies darkened with the fury of their magic, and the earth trembled beneath the weight of their power. The toll was immense, for both the Zorakai and the wizards themselves paid a heavy price in blood and sacrifice.
In the aftermath of the battle, the Zorakai were broken and scattered, their once-mighty host reduced to a mere shadow of its former glory. With their numbers depleted and their spirit all but shattered, they retreated to the icy wastes of the far north, to the borders of Prydergarde, where few dared to tread.
But now, after centuries of silence, whispers echo across the land of a stirring in the frozen north—a resurgence of the Zorakai, their ranks swelling with new recruits drawn from the darkness that lurks in the depths of the world. For what purpose do they march? Whom do they serve? These questions weigh heavy on the hearts of the realm's defenders, for with the emergence of this new darkness, the fate of Nerysor hangs in the balance once more.