On an evening which may have appeared as any other evening to most,
there was a small group of people whom had recognized it as something
special. The Malignists in their obsessions over the Pit and the power
it promised, had had this day marked as one to go down in infamy. After
spending months stargazing, they had deciphered it would be the best
time for Sukhder to be influenced by their magicks, and quickly jumped
on the opportunity before the narrow window they would be afforded was
lost to them for another age. A ritual was prepared by Sparda, Sindar
and Daemona whom amassed their tight knit guild together and gathered on
the Obsidian Platform, a special ritual room they had built for
themselves long ago. They proceeded to chant.

It did not take long for the other cities to catch onto the fact that
the Malignists were up to something. Most, however, were unaware of
exactly what that something could be, but as Sukhder responded, both
concern and caution quickly spread across the land as the moon of Terror
began to shift from its traditional alignment and move in closer to
Aetherius.

From this concern, citizens of Kinsarmar flocked to Aranel, the
Archivist, beseeching her for some knowledge or a ritual to counter the
one the Malignists had set in motion. Sadly however, Aranel could be of
no help to them, for with something on such a scale as this, there has
been no precedent. Sorrowfully, she had no other choice but to turn them
away, silently cursing the inability to predict what may take place
within the minds of the Mad.

For sixteen days straight, the Malignists kept up their vigilant
chanting, often going without food or drink. They were prepared to go
for as long as it took. As Sukhder began to loom dangerously close to
the world, they started to taper off the beckoning before the moon of
Terror careened into the surface of the world itself. Issuing forth both
praise and thankfulness, they brought the moon of Terror to a stop, and
anchored it in place.

After six days of rest, they resumed their places upon the Obsidian
Platform to perform the main ritual for which they needed Sukhder so
close. The Malignists, bent on completing the destiny that had separated
them from the Noctusari, intended on opening the Pit and taking control
of the greater demons within, ultimately harnessing the immense power
they could provide.

Once more led by Sparda, Sindar and Daemona, the ritual was commenced.
Energies flowed forth from Sukdher and bathed them in its glow, as the
chanting reached a fever pitch, the seal of the Pit was broken, the
ritual fulfilled.

Demogorgon, the Demon Lord was the first to emerge from the rift. With a
roar and an casual swing of His arm, he knocked down the east wall of
the Malignists guildhall, providing an exit for His legions to escape
into the general populace of Aetherius as they, legion upon legion of
demons began to spew forth from the rift and reek their havoc upon the
world.

Although most of what has transpired after the opening of the pit has
become a most unexpected turn of events for them, for now the Malignists
continue to gloat and pat themselves on the back for a job well done. As
for the rest of the world, Sukhders presence seems to have caused a
carnal influence unto most of the mortals of Aetherius, as they scurry
about in blood-raged frenzy killing each other and anything else that
comes their way. Mass war and genocide has broken out and whatever
consequences this may hold for the future of Aetherius and its denizens,
has yet to be foretold.

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Tenebrae, in the year 434 AD.