>ten thousand years before the siege of Neumagh Keep, there was an ancient nature spirit named Raoss
>he symbolized and encapsulated the secrets and knowledge of the natural world
>there came a day when he came into contact with a woman, collecting herbs in his valley
>she had round ears, and fiery red hair
>”Human, why are you in my domain?” he questioned
>she responded “I am gathering herbs to make medicine, spirit.”
>she looked upon his form without fear, and he was stricken by her beauty
>she would come back, again and again, to collect herbs and wander the valley
>they would converse each time, the spirit becoming infatuated
>he eventually came to the decision to take up a mortal form, to experience the life she spoke of
>with his knowledge, he created a form alike to hers, save for the pair of short horns on his brow
>they would soon become renowned healers, capable of curing the cruelest of ailments
>using his knowledge of life, and alchemy, they flourished
>years later, the pair were called upon by Lord Andresu Varabalde, a High Elf noble
>he had inherited the kingdom of his father, the great elven domain of Ulfserine 
>he had an accursed sickness that would lower his life span, and bring great, mortal misery
>the two informed him of the impossibility of a cure, and told him to enjoy the few centuries he had left
>this enraged the elf, who had their village burnt, and the man’s wife killed
>Raoss, stricken with grief, and a rageful sorrow, returned to his valley
>he bathed in the power he had stripped himself of, and regained his divinity
>he used his knowledge to create beasts, monsters, and soldiers in his own image
>he led a three hundred year genocide of the High Elf species
>the legends say he devoured the souls of those he had slain
>it all ended with the sacking and slaughter of Ulfserine
>when the Noble was the only living thing left in the grand city, an ancestral home of the High Elves, Raoss put a curse on him
>he fed the souls of every living thing he slaughtered into the man, cursing him with immortality
>he sealed the foolish Noble deep beneath his castle, and left him there, with his spear pushed through his gut and his limbs chained, to scream for all eternity
>they say the sands engulfed the cursed ruins, and that the Noble is still trapped in agony