
Originally Posted by
Cylva/Cyella
The Shadowkeeper was the most feared villain of her day - the mysterious architect of countless tragedies across Norvrandt. She was defeated in the end by the Warriors of Light, the event which triggered the Flood...or so it's said, these days, anyway.
The truth is that there's a side to the story that no one knows... I was the one called the Shadowkeeper, and the plan I executed was of Ascian design. Long ago, they destroyed my world, the Thirteenth. They had intended to rejoin it as part of their greater ambition, but inadvertently triggered a Flood of Darkness, instead. My world was rendered a soulless void.
The Ascians claimed the cosmos is always in motion towards equilibrium - that the fall of the Thirteenth to Darkness ensured the First would fall to a Flood of Light. I had failed to save my world, and I felt that I had damned this one, too. I wanted so badly to be a hero - to deliver the First from oblivion and void. And thus did I labor to bring about their Rejoining, and my supposed redemption, by taking this world's Darkness into my own hands.
The part I was to play in this plan was two-fold. First, I was to accompany Ardbert and his friends and ensure that they become Warriors of Light. As the Darkness pooled predictable and controlled around me, so too would the unchecked Light gather around them. At first I would be their companion, but later their shadowy adversary. These would-be heroes needed enemies to encourage them to grow stronger, so as the Shadowkeeper I spread discord and strife across all of Norvrandt - hatred, conflict, and chaos.
With the first goal accomplished, I would move to the second: As wielder of Darkness, I would slay Ardbert and his companions at the fated moment. The Light would cease its ascendance - the elemental energies of this world in the precarious imbalance required for the Rejoining, but without triggering a Flood of Light. The Ascians would spark the fuse on the Source, ushering in the Calamity and bringing about the Rejoining of the First. I sapped my enemies' strength and bolstered my own... but Ardbert... he wouldn't play along... and I failed.
I misjudged him. We all played our parts, and had grown stronger for it. We all made sacrifices to become what we must. For the greater good Nyelbert forsook his mourning for strength of wisdom. Renda-Rae her free spirit for the strength of friendship. Branden his kindness and warmth for the strength of justice. And Lamitt her traditions for the strength of prudence. But poor Ardbert... he would not foresake the hope in his heart. He stood ready to deliver the final blow to the one who had taken so much from him, who had earned his trust and shattered it, yet he refused to abandon that I could be saved. He held fast to the love and mercy he bore his comrade, and set his hatred and vengeance aside... for Mitron and Loghrif. He granted them what he refused me. He accomplished what he believed was his mission. He rid this world of Darkness. And then the Flood came and washed it all away.
Ardbert... Lamitt... Branden... Renda-Rae... and Nyelbert. The greatest of heroes, beloved in all corners of the realm... until overnight they became the villains who caused the Flood and nearly destroyed this world... A lie, obviously. They were good souls who manipulated towards evil ends - as much victims of fate as any of us.