Not only was Darkarrow inhabited by the most contemptible of creatures, but humans lived there as well. Revolting, abominable humans who did appalling deeds. Yet, this is the way everyone liked the kingdom of Darkarrow. In fact they became more detestable when things were decent and good. Darkarrow had been ruled many years by a repulsive, not so evil sorcerer called Dracun. It’s safe to say, he was getting old, actually ancient. Dracun often forgot where he put his magic staff or his crown. There was the particular situation where he forgot to scare children in the villages. (This was supposed to be a weekly duty of the ruling sorcerer.) It was a nightmare. His advisor, Marvo was frustrated. These were the days, when Dracun spent his time transforming chickens into vampire bats, that Marvo would go for a walk.
Marvo really was a horrible guy. He hated everything and everyone. When he had first come to the castle, Dracun was a gruesome sorcerer. Now, he was a feeble old man who was loosing his touch. They should be finding dragons and curses to ravage the kingdom. Instead, he is dancing with vampire bats in the great hall. It was disgusting. Marvo walked through the Forest of Stench. He looked up, the faeries had even lost their luster, that one seemed cheerful. Was another spreading faery dust? What was happening? He would have to do something.