The paining was based on a little story I came up with while on a long walk with Nicole and Eska.
So here we are, two things I don't do a enough of all at once! I hope you guys enjoy it.
The Last Stand of Contagorus
During the War of Spells, 2 ages ago, when our land was
threaten by the otherworldly Spectrum Varhiisium (named in such manner by the
elves), who brought to the surface evil that had laid dormant in our world for
thousands of years, many lives were lost. All the souls of countless heroes
vanished and are only remembered now in the books of men, the stones of dwarves
and the scriptures of elves.
Yet, in some places, evidence of these ancient struggles can
be found. Such a deep scar in the land is “The Last Stand of Contagorus”. It is
a place that should need no history to be remembered. Contagorus’ soul still
fights off the very evil he died battling at the edge of the escarpment where the
Orior Forest ends and the Litra River comes to a pool, dropping its waters in
the form of a veil that feeds in to the Plain River, which runs trough the
Blossom Forest far down below.
During the war, the dark waters of the Litra River were
carrying evil into the Blossom Forest. Contagorus was the last of a host of
elves that were to hold the ground against creatures that came from within Orior
Forrest and pushed towards the sacred grounds of the Blossom Lands. They were
to defend the top of the escarpment while a spell was contrived to stop the
dark river from flowing. The enemy proved too great and one by one the elves
were mutilated. The party’s task had not been accomplished; there had been no
time for the spell to be cast. Contagorus and the elves fought off the dark creatures of the
forest alone in hopes of help that never came.
Until all others were dead and hope of victory was no more, Contagorus
stood his ground. A mighty blow to the chest finally dropped the last defender to
his knees. The wound was fatal. With blood in his lungs his last breath of air
was used to cast a curse. He cursed his own soul to be stretched through time
and never rest while evil still poured out of Orior Forest through the dark river
Litra. With his death, a wave of light pushed all present evil in the
escarpment back into the darkness of the forest. The shallow waters of the
river pool that we now call The Last Stand of Contagorus devoured his body.
Where he stood now raises a rock. Sharp edges on the top such as of a blade
that strikes the enemy, broad at the base such as a shield that defends, the
rock became Contagorus’ tomb. His soul now suffers under the rock slowly and
endlessly absorbing the evil that comes out of the forest while bright crystal
waters cascaded into the Blossom Forest purified and rid of darkness.
None ever made it alive out of the forest since, and never
were any of the races able to put to rest the evil that comes from it. So, in
our recklessness and inability to care for problems that we do not perceive as
immediate threats, we left it; one of the few places in our land where evil
that was risen by the Spectrum has never subsided. Contagorus’s Soul has been
suffering for two ages of our world tormented by all the evil that still pours
out of the black river. Yet, his Soul has not failed us and the Blossom Forest
strives, beautiful as ever, at the cost of letting one of the greatest heroes
of our ages to torment, abandoned by all for many a millennia.
