Long ago, in the shadowed reaches of the Tenebra lands, there lived a
man named Eryndor—a once-noble guardian of sacred caverns. He was known
for his unyielding devotion to protecting the depths from Tenebra and
Dwarven greed. But Eryndor’s fate was twisted by a darkness.
It
is said that after years of protecting the caverns from greedy and
curious explorers who would careless venture too deep, Eryndor ventured
too deep into the Whispering Hollow himself—a place where the veil
between Arda and the void grows thin. There, he encountered it: a being
of the void, a shapeless, hungering thing that had no name, no face,
only a voice that slithered like smoke into his mind. The void-thing
whispered promises of power, of vengeance against those who treated him
poorly, of secrets no living soul should know. Eryndor, tired of his
efforts being unappreciated he yielded.
But the void does not give without taking.
The
being burrowed into his soul, hollowing him out, leaving only a shell
of the man he once was. His eyes, once bright with life, turned black as
the abyss. His voice became a guttural rasp, as if spoken through a
throat filled with ash. He became the Hollow Warden, a vessel for the
void-thing’s insatiable hunger.
The Tenebra people tell tales of
how the Hollow Warden hunts them still, stalking the edges of their
settlements, his form flickering like a dying flame. He seeks the
"eyeless ones," wanting to bring them closer to the void. The legends
say he is driven by the void-thing’s mad desire to consume its own kin,
to erase any trace of its kind from the surface world.
Some say
the Hollow Warden’s whispers can be heard on the wind, a chilling
refrain: "The void calls... it hungers... it will not be denied." Others
claim to have seen him in their dreams, his hollow eyes staring into
their souls, his voice echoing in their minds long after they wake. Most
commonly, tales of him describe him as a scarecrow-looking man.
To
this day, the Tenebra warn their children not to wander too far into
the depths, lest they hear the Hollow Warden’s mournful wail or feel the
cold grip of the void closing around them. For Eryndor is no longer a
man—he is a warning, a curse, a living testament to the price of
bargaining with the darkness beyond the veil.
And so, the legend of the Hollow Warden endures, a chilling reminder that some doors, once opened, can never be closed.
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[Long ago, in the shadowed reaches of the Tenebra lands, there lived a man named Eryndor—a once-noble guardian of sacred caverns. He was known for his unyielding devotion to protecting the depths from Tenebra and Dwarven greed. But Eryndor’s fate was twisted by a darkness.
It is said that after years of protecting the caverns from greedy and curious explorers who would careless venture too deep, Eryndor ventured too deep into the Whispering Hollow himself—a place where the veil between Arda and the void grows thin. There, he encountered it: a being of the void, a shapeless, hungering thing that had no name, no face, only a voice that slithered like smoke into his mind. The void-thing whispered promises of power, of vengeance against those who treated him poorly, of secrets no living soul should know. Eryndor, tired of his efforts being unappreciated he yielded.
But the void does not give without taking.
The being burrowed into his soul, hollowing him out, leaving only a shell of the man he once was. His eyes, once bright with life, turned black as the abyss. His voice became a guttural rasp, as if spoken through a throat filled with ash. He became the Hollow Warden, a vessel for the void-thing’s insatiable hunger.
The Tenebra people tell tales of how the Hollow Warden hunts them still, stalking the edges of their settlements, his form flickering like a dying flame. He seeks the "eyeless ones," wanting to bring them closer to the void. The legends say he is driven by the void-thing’s mad desire to consume its own kin, to erase any trace of its kind from the surface world.
Some say the Hollow Warden’s whispers can be heard on the wind, a chilling refrain: "The void calls... it hungers... it will not be denied." Others claim to have seen him in their dreams, his hollow eyes staring into their souls, his voice echoing in their minds long after they wake. Most commonly, tales of him describe him as a scarecrow-looking man.
To this day, the Tenebra warn their children not to wander too far into the depths, lest they hear the Hollow Warden’s mournful wail or feel the cold grip of the void closing around them. For Eryndor is no longer a man—he is a warning, a curse, a living testament to the price of bargaining with the darkness beyond the veil.
And so, the legend of the Hollow Warden endures, a chilling reminder that some doors, once opened, can never be closed.?]
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