The Role of the Ancient Lost Civillization

We have Atlantis. Tolkien had the Valor. Shanara had us. Dune had the pre-Butlerians. If you poke at most any fantasy, and sci-fi too, you’ll find that the smoldering ashes of some lost realm lie out there somewhere. For FI, this is Merakor. It’s not lost. Everyone knows exactly where it is. They just don’t know how to get from where they are to where it is.

In the timeline of Malcor as king of Morbatten, Merakor gave out its last dying gasp over 3,000 years earlier. It was a united republic ruled by a paladin high king from a city called Lyrion. Originally, Lyrion rose in prominence in battling against what the Korans called “the blind dragons.” That is, dracoliches for fans of Dungeons and Dragons. It united the good races together. Merakor even saw the separation of the elven nations and the beginning of what would become the Dark Elves. Letting the Dark Elves go was their downfall… though they felt they were doing the right thing at the time.

You see, the Dark Elves found Lolth in the Underdark. Or, maybe she found worshippers? The power that comes from Tehran worshippers is unlike anything else to a diety and She rewarded them with everything an Abyssal power could grant them across the vast realms of the Abyss. It almost undid them… almost. Rather than turn on each other, they raged against Merakor and swept it from the face of the world. It’s final dying gasp it recalled in my novella A Healer’s Making.

My next book features Merakor. It’s a war-ravaged land, used for millenia by the Drow Houses as a proxy battlefield. They conduct safaris there to recreate the great moments of their wars, and preserve it with fell magics. What survives of Merakor has either survived by rare luck, powerful fortune, or because the Dark Elves wanted it to.

Meanwhile, across Tehra in the Forsaken Isles, stories of Merakor are legend and the dark elves are boogeymen. Yet, the people dream of returning and reclaiming what is rightfully theirs. It’s not that they don’t like the Isles, it’s just that they feel misplaced. Some, like the Elven Survivors who actually remember Merakor still, feel it poignantly.