Mysterious black roses appeared throughout the Glomdoring Forest,
pricking the fingers of those who plucked them from the ground. These
roses were absorbed into the cocoon spun by the ebonglom wyrm, and which
contained the Great Spirits of Mother Night and Crow, and the goddesses
Isune and Viravain, as well as the wyrm itself. For several months
members of the Glomdoring commune fed the roses to the cocoon, until
suddenly, something emerged from the cocoon. Obviously sprung from the
ebonglom wyrm, it was a creature with enormous wings and a presence that
shook the Basin.

As the creature rose up into the air, it spread its enormous dark wings,
revealing the Great Spirits of Crow and Mother Night and the two
goddesses, each now with their own body, entwined nakedly around each
other. The Great Spirits of Glomdoring took the skies to flank the great
creature, while a weeping Isune fled to the Havens, crying for
forgiveness. Meanwhile, the soft laughter of the newly restored Viravain
resonated through the air as she mounted the great beast.

As they rose into the sky, the great creature circled over the forest,
drawing clouds of taint up above the canopy of the trees. Thousands of
fae appeared below whispering and chanting in a frenzy. As the creature
consumed the taint, the taint was transformed into something wholly
new, something the fae called the Wyrd of Glomdoring.

Scholars later discovered that 'wyrd' was a fae word that could be
loosely translated to mean "a powerful event which changes the course of
the Fates". Viravain and Isune together created the Wyrd of Glomdoring,
made manifest by the Ebonglom Wyrdling, which had emerged from the
cocoon. Apparently, the goddesses had attempted to recreate the forest
itself, Isune who tried to instill beauty and Viravain who tried to
invoke greater power. However, because the visions of the goddesses were
warped by Kethuru, they did not touch the forest at all, although they
individually thought they were doing so. Instead, their magics only
touched the taint itself.

Thus, the Wyrd of Glomdoring came to be, which transformed the taint
itself. What has sprung in its place is nothing anyone could have
imagined or foreseen. The word "Wyrd" now only means one thing to the
fae: that which was once the taint which now rests in Glomdoring, where
the earth itself is wyrden and the repercussions are only just beginning
to be felt.

Penned by My hand on the 16th of Urlachmar, in the year 133 CE.