Everything had changed the war so many thought would not come for another one-hundred years had come to soon. The Seer Council had vanished, gone without a trace the other residents of the craft city of Sar-Narith had fled, those who staid behind had perished statues of their former selves. The golem armies of the AgoMare had swept across most of the lands that belonged to the Sar-Narith, with their lord and lady laid to rest finally all others had given up hope. But one pony that many had forgotten about still traveled about the land. His name is Rashall Firemane and as he sits in his encampment alone and with a head full of questions, he has no idea of what his patron lords in the heavens above have in store for him. "Great more rain, when will it ever end?" asked Rashall looking up into the grey streaked skies. Thunder rolled over the land in ever increasing volume as he came to the small town called Silver Brook, a quaint little village more than twenty miles near his over all objective of Equestria. The ponies of this village eyed him carefully, you could never be too careful nowadays. After walking down the road to the point he could barely make out the mill Rashall made camp. After a few minutes Rashall noticed he was being watched, but knew it could only be one pony. "Atolli, what news do you have for me friend? I have heard nothing but the call to war every where I go." asked Rashall, Atolli gave Rashall a hurt look he knew all he had was bad news, but just how bad Rashall did not know. "Rashall I am afraid its worse than you realize, the Exodus of the Eldar has failed. Those that fled went into hiding as soon as they could and only the cloud ship Vengeance of the Living was able to make it away before the docks where destroyed and they too are hiding. Of the Sar-Narith I am afraid to say that you are the last, this means that you are now officially the last Lord of the Sar-Narith and the last of the Eldar High Lords. I know that this is all a shock to you, but to add to the misery I have taken up the Way of the Assassin least I find myself and my fellows fighting again." said Atolli with a grim face. Rashall sat there unable to think of what to say, he was the last Eldar High Lord in the known world and now his best friend from the rangers was taking a different path altogether. Minutes passed by and all Rashall could do was nod his understanding, with the silence of the camp Atolli nodded and left without another word for he knew better than to add to the sorrow. After Atolli left Rashall began to cry the rain started afresh as if Gaia also felt his pain. Then a mighty clap of thunder raged for what seemed like ages, it was as though the great war god Khela Mensha Khaine had howled into the heavens letting all who could here know that the wrath of the Eldar would always be there and that one day the Empire that had crumbled would return and it would return with a furry unlike anything anypony had ever seen.
