Let us speak of the Fifth Age. It was time of unending darkness, a time after the fall of the Gods, when demons ruled all the mortal worlds and drank souls like finest wine. Yet legend tells of a warrior, trained in the ways of war and sorcery, a "demon killer" who challenged the demons themselves and won back the worlds, one by one by one, sealing them off from demon-kind forever. By his armor, he chose the colors of death, and in the most ancient of tongues, his name meant "Avenger", yet in his hands was the future of all things. He alone had the secret of the Sixth Age, the times of peace and light, of healing and rest. He alone would bring it about. By his final victory would Hell be overthrown, or by his failure, would demon-kind rule forever. And of those final years, and the final battles in the closing days of the Fifth Age, the songs and poems still carry his name and deeds: they called him Tereth.

This is his tale.