“Each species of Dark One had its own place in the Darkhold.  The Maldoks were on top, fell sorcerers of dark repute that the Dark Lord chose to captain his legions and guard against treachery from the Erlikarrin, especially Cthar, whose designs on the Throne of Terror were well known to the Dark Lord.  After the Maldoks came the Jixari, the cruelest of the Dark Ones and Cthar’s favorites.  I touched their thoughts, Jerilyn, and you can’t imagine the depths of their depravity.  After these two came the lesser Dark Ones – Goblins, Orcs, Trolls, Giants and the rest –  great in numbers but naught else.  The Ulgarja were bred with strength to rule but lacked cunning and never amounted to being more than Zara’s pets.  The most feared denizen of the Darkhold, save the Dark Lord and his godlings, was none other than the Traitor; his malevolence dwarfed all others.  He may once have been as you or I, but his resurrection in the Pits transformed him into a primal force for evil.  Neither Dark One nor Elder Race, he was both more and less than either.”   Kandol Elf Lord

“Thanks to the Lady, I know more of the Prophecies’ secrets than most of the Gods and until today, I’ve kept them close to my heart.  I’ve lived on Sangrar a long time, Jerilyn, many lifetimes worth, and I grow weary of the world.  But, thank Finbardin, I have seen signs that we’re moving towards the final confrontation.  The day of my rebirth in the Outermost Heavens is at hand, and so I must pass on the Lady’s wisdom.  I have chosen you, Jerilyn, to put the Prophecies down in writing, a feat never before done.  The Prophecies must not be lost so I leave it to you, old friend, to preserve them for posterity, but take caution.  This is a loose translation at best.  As originally rendered, the Prophecies assaulted the Craeylu on a multitude of levels, containing hints of the future far too complex for mere words to express.”  Kandol Elf Lord

“I was like a blind man regaining his sight.  Deprived of the Stones for so long, I welcomed their song as a long lost friend, little realizing what my actions portended.  After the Reckoning, I realized that was the moment of victory.  If not for that, I might not have known how to make that which was dead live again.”  Kandol Elf Lord

“In a way, I’m glad that I slept through the Reckoning.  After everything I’d been through, I don’t know if I could have handled it.  I don’t mind that I missed the appearance of the Balance.  By Deridean, I’ve seen enough of it in my time, though I’d liked to have seen the Herald and the Primals.  My biggest regret was not saying goodbye to those I loved.  You have to understand, Jerilyn, it was different back then.  These were people I’d shared many lifetimes with.  We’d laughed, we’d cried, we’d loved and we’d survived.  To awake and find them gone was like losing part of myself.  Thank Finbardin Velora decided to stay behind.  I don’t know what I’d have done without her.”  Kandol Elf Lord

“The Prophecies tell us what will happen, Jerilyn, not how, and as you’ve no doubt learned, they’re easily misinterpreted.  You have to remember, the Craeylu withheld them from the Firstborn at the Congress of the Gods, sharing what they deemed necessary, but no more.  My wife’s kindred devoted centuries of study to understanding the Prophecies yet they pierced but a fraction of their mysteries, only, I suspect, what the Balance wanted them to know.”  Kandol Elf Lord

“You have no idea how happy I was to see him, Jerilyn.  It had been nearly three thousand years since we said farewell near the Ravir dens of Jahar.  He’d taken up service with the Beast Lord so long ago that I’d given up any hope of seeing him again, just as I’d abandoned all thought of a reunion with Andis.  It’s ironic, isn’t it?  We’re so tightly bound to one another, yet not once have the three of us been together.”  Kandol Elf Lord