A BRIEF HISTORY OF THE UNICORN MOUNTAIN

When the world was new, and the lands unformed, Baldrick,
The God, seperated the the formlessness into the domains. Among
the domains, one was given to the goddess Virga.
Before the creation of the world, Virga was always seen in
the company of her beloved unicorn, whose name is lost in the eons.
The unicorn was Virga's best friend, and also her first creation.
Its mane shone with the light of a million stars, and its horn
glinted with the power of the goddess herself.
Before the mortal races came about, it was the habit of the
immortals to war among themselves.
In the last great war of the heaven, before they were given
the domains, Cyrcia and Grimbrand, in a massive assault, gravely
wounded Virga. The goddess was near death, or as close as a divine
being can come to death. And at this moment, Virga's unicorn gave
up its life to strengthen its goddess. Virga rose, and Cyrcia
fell. Grimbrand laughed and went his way. And the unicorn died.

When Virga recieved her domain, the first thing she crafted 

was the Mountain. It was made with the stuff of her unicorn, and
imbued with the magic of its horn. Thus was the Unicorn Mountain
fashioned. Around the Mountain, she placed the Unicorn Forest,
where her creatures could live in peace, and her mortals could
find shelter.
Eons passed, the races flourished, as did all the domains.
And while Cyrcia and Grimbrand grew in power, Virga grew weak.
It was time for Virga to step down into mortal affairs, else her
beloved Mountain would fall to the races of the Dark.
Looking for where to start, she spied a young elven warrior,
battling a drow wizard. The young elf's life was nearly spent,
his flesh burning from the drow's spells, all he had was his
sword to protect him. Virga was reminded of her unicorn.
Inspired, she saw how first to empower the mortals under her care.
Drawing power from her Mountain, she imbued the young warriors
sword with magic.
As bolts of magic scorched the drow, he retreated, leaving
the elf broken and bleeding, staring at his sword. The young elf
went on to found the guild of Wizard-Warriors.

In her lair of darkness and evil, far under the ground,
Cyrcia smiled. In the last great war, she, with Grimbrand's help,
had tainted the body of the unicorn, and thus tainted the Unicorn
Mountain. Her time had come, gathering her magics about her, she
twisted the taint, and caused it to grow.
In the mortal realm, a young drow warrior stumbled apon the
village of Unicorn Cove, home of the wizard warriors. In slaying a
novice wiz-war, he took up his foes blade, and the taint, dormant
in it, responded to his hand. Thus the those of drow blood were
taken into the wizard warrior guild.
To the north of the Unicorn Cove, in the village, its true
name not known by mortals anymore, the taint was spread by
rats. It took the form of a magical plague, twisting the souls of
the mortal folk, turing them into parodies of their former selves.
The taint was strong, and it intensified, claiming the
lives of forest dwellers, as well. All over the blessed land of
Virga, evil grew, and Virga was powerless to stop it. The very
fabric of the land contained the thread of evil, and to destroy
that thread, would mean destroying the Mountain. And Virga, though
at home in her Domain, had her power diminished by the taint, unable

to stop its growth.
And so the taint of Cyrcia runs through the Unicorn Mountain,
infecting what it will. And though the forces of Virga combat it,
it will never be completely crushed.

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