The Felling of Nortlend
The Battle of the Fifty Slain
The Battle of the Fifty Slain took place in the year 1617 SER in the previously unnamed desert separating the Golden Principality from the Kingdom of Rendil. The battle lasted for 32 days of straight fighting. As the story goes the soldiers of Rendil were marching to the west to face Alahir head on and had stopped for the night to camp outside a fort said to been ruined during the Erasure. While humans are not known for their magical prowess, the few mages they had began to set up wards around the camp to keep them safe through the night. Before the mages could finish their work, an army amounting near 1000 appeared on the horizon. This army was none other than Alahir’s Army of the Four Winds. An army said to be so strong that the destruction it caused left nothing for the wind to sweep. An army that could only be conjured by the blackest of magics. Quickly the King of Rendil reacted. He ordered his men into the ruins behind them to amount a defense, but as they followed his orders bursts like lightening shot out all around them obliterating the masses of his army. The remaining forces reached the heart of the fortress and regrouped. Their numbers summed just north of fifty out of the nearly 500 they began with. This much is known as a sparrow witnessed these events and relayed them to an archivist back safe in Rendil. What is not known are the events that occurred in the following 32 days. 32 days of fighting could be heard from 10 miles in every direction. At the beginning of everyday a horn could be heard sounding; the renowned Horn of Rendil. Word had spread far about the battle but no one dared face the Four Winds. Finally the dwarves to the far north who had previously stayed neutral during the rebellion decided to take action. They amassed an army of short-folk like none had ever seen. Dwarves, halflings, and even gnomes were prepared to fight that day. As they drew near night fell and they decided to camp as sounds of battle had grown still. In the morning they rose and continued their trek. They were greeted by the familiar horn to remind them that hope was not lost. But something was different. The horn did not stop blowing. It continued to blow far beyond the lung capacity of any human. The dwarf army quickened pace and cleared the crest of a hill just in time to see the old ruins sinking beneath the sand. Nobody knows what happened in that battle or how the King of Rendil did what he did, but neither Alahir or the Army of the Four Winds were seen since then. It is rumored that the Horn of Rendil was the key to victory and that whomever holds it will military success.