The First Tyrant

Of the being referred to only as the First Tyrant, not much is known for certain. It is theorised that he was born long ago in the Aethyr, and strode from it at some dark time in the past to create the world as an arena to satisfy his craving for war and death.

According to the most ancient scrolls, by the time the Upper races were born into the world, the First Tyrant had vanished. Some tomes record that he left the world, tired with the wars of his creations; others that his foul monsters overthrew their master and destroyed him; still others claim he was torn from the sky and cast to earth by the gods of the Upper races themselves. Certainly this is one theory behind the great northern crater known as Never's Pole.

It is thought that the various aspects of Havoc are created from his image, and that their most monstrous champions are those long ago branded by the First Tyrant himself as those of one or other marks of evil. Each hellish column of these lords of darkness have spawned legions of followers singly devoted to one facet of Havoc: from the mad and bloodthirsty warriors of Kraas, to the sorcerers of the twister of fate Nerethenol, all embrace one of the awful sides of the First Tyrant himself.

In another disturbing consideration for the people of the Nether World, it is thought that the winds of magic originate from the First Tyrant’s presence, perhaps the residue of the matter out of which the life in the world was made. Or perhaps the very breath of the First Tyrant is what sweeps the lands, fuelling the magic’s of the spellcasters of the world. Whatever its source, magic is seen as the work of the First Tyrant, and therefore is at times deemed evil, or at best mistrusted by the common folk. Though the rewards of the arcane arts can be great, the dangers of magic have been amply proven in the past.

The First Tyrant is held in a curious sense of awe and hatred. He was once the creator of life, yet at the same time he is truly the bane of all that lives. The nature of this most prime of evils is indeed a strange and many-sided paradox that has consumed the lives of many scholars and researchers over the centuries.