The Imraldi were the finest horseman in the world. Their steeds were the famed Alenquer Whites. The Imraldi were ruled by 3 princes. They were immortal humans from the lowlands of the main continent on Chalos. They were the natural friends of the woodland elves to the north, the high elves to the west, across the ocean and the Dwarves’ of Chalos Proper.
The Imraldi Princes were at the once yearly summer solstice celebration with the elven lords of Moone Rynne Shynne and the Dwarven kings of Khuzdul. There they celebrated renewed creation and the gods of Chalos.
35000 years ago something happened which altered the face of Chalos forever.
A god came to rest amongst the immortal races of Chalos. He was Deceit and he was strong. It took a few decades but soon the many races were no longer allies but the bitterest of enemies. The Princes of Imraldis managed to overcome the curse and set themselves against the demon whose true name they did not yet know. Deceit gathered an army of shades, orcs, and foul creatures, and sweeping down on the Imraldis lands attacked with a vigor that gave pause even to the Alenquer.
The Imraldis gathered what allies they could. Jarl Bhaurun and his clan were among there strongest supporters. He had long been the master smith of the humans. He was a talented dwarven warrior and leader as well.
He was summoned by the princes, they had but four allied Elven lords, so many were taken in by Deceit. For them the princes wanted the very best armor and weapons that could be made. So Jarl Bhaurun wrought the masterwork items of his life. Four sets of armor, one wrought of a firebreather’s chest scales, another of an emerald dragons remains and imbued with the lightning of the Tareldar Mountain clouds, a third given the void as its maker’s gift, the last given the icy breath of the never ending Great Berg.
With these gifts the Imraldis and Elves triumphed over the demon and its kind. But the losses were so very great. Deceit and its hold was gone, but so was Clan Bhaurun, the Imraldis and the last of the great elven lords.
The Imraldis perished to the last man, but a single woman, heavy with child escaped the incredible destruction wrought by the demon Deceit. She trudged through snow clad mountains, across burning white sands till she finally collapsed in labor at a small town’s outskirts. She named her son, the last Imraldis Lord Despite. Lord Despite founded the city of Reat, married a human sorceress and spent his life without anything much to do with his past. His children eventually made there way north were their blood gave strength to humanity. Avram Rygart can trace his blood and that of his family to the Imraldis lords.**