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Taken from the recollection of Lord Ethelridge and the diaries of Lord Artos,
found in an abandoned mineshaft upon the discovery of the entrance to
Hell.

�����...and the time came to pass that a great city was formed, and this city would be known as Darkhaven. It will be called this: after the people who gave their strength and lives. Let it stand the tests of time and be known throughout history as a place of fortune and solice...
����� Ethelridge read on. And as his eyes widened with glorious revelations, a loud hammering was heard at the door.

����� It is best to realize that in these times not to many understand the need for absolute power, because all wish to achieve it. They are the greedy and relentless; the fly-by-night fools. They say they know of power but are to weak to fullfill its ravenous needs. These are the problems the Starlight Kingdom faces in these turbulent days. We however have bore this labor all, if not most, of our lives. Our ancestors helped shape this land. They gave their blood and souls to give character and prosperity to this city. We only wish to preserve that which was once known as Darkhaven.

����� The hammering became louder. A familiar voice could be heard just past the door.
����� "Ethelridge!" the voice shouted. "Come quick! We're being attacked!"
����� "Lord Artos cannot be found, Please, come quickly!"

As ethelridge set the diary down and quickly made his way to the door, the diary had vanished. Ethelridge swung the door wide open, to his surprise the familiar voice was not there. He took a step out; in a bright flash of light, he was gone.