The Fate of Adamari

Adamari, also called the Shining jewel of the North, was once upon a time the greatest city in the world, and thanks to its extensive mana pools underneath the surface, rumored to have been the result of a partially functional pillar of power, a vast reservoir of wealth and power. It headed a Commonwealth named after it that saw a level of magical knowledge unmatched for millenia afterwards. Even the Orlov Empire was only nearing its accomplishments when the Tesseract Crisis came to be.

That was until a particularly vicious war between the Adamari Commonwealth and the Western Marches came to be, during the First Golden Age. Adamari troops marched on the mountains, and crushed all before them, annihilating entire armies of vampire under the might of their numberless archmages.

They even took the lower levels of the capital…and demanded the surrender of the Marches. The duke refused.

And the massacres began. The generals heading the invasion decided to 'demonstrate' the stupidity of not submitting, and tortured to death the entire population of vampire of the lower city in front of the fortress.

Words could not describe the rage the duke and duchess felt at that moment. And the sovereign of all vampires, a being who had sheathed his sword at the behest of the God of Fire at the end of the Long War, at the end of the Great Night, let his fury loose upon the world once again.

He went to Adamari himself, with a hundred higher vampires, beings of immense power who had fought through the Great Night.

A battle beyond the understanding of most mortals was let loose inside a megalopolis of ten million souls. Armies of archmages from the city's garrison faced off against immortal abomination from ages past, and the High Council of Magic, the greatest arcane minds of the era, went to face the duke himself.

Of the hundred vampires sent forth, thirty returned alive. But the blood spilled, the massacre of an entire section of the city, allowed their lord to complete his ritual, as he stood over the slain bodies of the High Councilors. A ritual to summon something only known as The Dimensional Horror. An unspeakable abomination from beyond the veil.

Immediately, as the beast rampaged, the vampires erected a barrier, forever trapping the beast within the city's walls…and forever damning the people inside.

It took almost four millenia for the city to fade into legend, slowly buried under the sands of a returning wasteland as the mana pools' emanations were drained by the unleashed horror, before anyone ever dared to attack the Western Marches again.

The spell used for the invocation, while blood magic, has never been truly identified, as the rulers of the Western Marches have remained stubbornly silent about it. It is said that only the angels of the God of Fire know what was truly let loose on that day, and that they will speak of it to no one, not even the highest authorities of the Inquisition. Thus, the spell became called 'The Fate of Adamari', and remains one of the most feared spells in history. It is the fourth Edict of Annihilation.

The city is now a location where no one ventures near. Due to the fact that the tesseract network in Adamari was never sealed, there are Blights wandering the area around the city itself, so few have dared come to verify its exact location, or what happened to it. The handful that dared and returned, say that you can hear the unearthly screams of ten million damned souls in the night, seeping through the wards…