Arken'Ghym Founding

::: Omulu sits down at her writingdesk, in front of her logs :::

((( Dear Diary ... )))

It has been many days ago, that me and the remains of my last Qu'ellar, the true descendants of Rilyn'afin, thus been rebirthed Rilyn'alean'Afin, has left the caves of Aglarond.
A true exodus if you will.
For days my Qu'ellar had travelled.
It needs no say we all survived.
However , it needs saying, that for reasons of security , we travelled seperatly.
In small groups.
That is because if one groups doesn't make it .. there is always a change another will.
It increases the odds of survival for the Qu'ellar as a whole, rather then the individuals.

We have settled down in Erebos.
A land wich we have found to be quite hospitable to Ilythiiri.
We have claimed our own cave system.
Invisible to the outside world, unless you know where to go.
Even the odds of stumbling upon it by accident , are minimal.

Let me see
recollect the memories.

Aaah yes. Siyo.
I don't think I will be able to recall all the events in chronological order.
But it makes no difference.
This log is for my personal use only.
I naut need to fear other eyes laying upon it.
First there was the poisoning of the surface's water supply.
The theft of their food.
The assault of the elf.
The slaying of the Guardian of Balance.
The torture of the Heretic.
Hunting the dwarf, in processing ... if you will ... .
And the addition of new minions.
Yessss.
Erebos is good to us.

As a final note.
I wish to confide to this parchment that we have abolished Rilyn'alean'Afin with the thought that if one wishes to rebuild anew, one needs to clear the way by getting rid of the old.
For now we are called Arken'Ghym.
As the name might suggest, it is lead by mage.
By me.
We are Mages of the Forgotten Ways.
For it seemed to be forgotten who we really are.
We are Ilythiiri.
And everyone shall know us to be so.
Ilythiiri who are True to the Old Ways.