...
Here is the tale of Indrin (consolidated) as was told to me in
the late summer around 30 years ago by a strange and deluded old
man who lived along the eastern coast of the Isle of Belaern.
(I am sure he is gone now... storms and time would have long ago
erased any sign of him. But I believe his name was Gelion.)
Indrin came from the West... from across the great sea. He
was found adrift on a sailess boat, near dead, by a vessel from
the now nearly forgotten Kingdom of Gwaithir. At his request, he
was brought before the King, who at that time was Dhorin
Stoneweaver, greatest of his clan. The court was alive with
rumour and speculation, and it was generally assumed that the
stranger Indrin would perish, for even during those marvelous
times he was severly ill. It was nearly a year before he spoke.
...
It was nearly 60 years after the arrival of Indrin from the west
that the Chamber was found. A small dark hole in the earth, that
many said didn't even exist in our time or dimension. (I believe
Gelion speaks of a pocket dimension, quite large from his
gestures.) IT was in this chamber that IT was found... a sliver
of the chaos that spawned the world. Against the wishes of
Indrin, Dhorin took it forth and fastened it upon a scepter, this
was the beginning of the time of darkness, that still continues
today. By slighting Indrin, Dhorin had driven a wedge between
them, and only upon the death of Dhorin many years later would
...