Once upon a time, Ellandor had two moons.
Time before The Shattering is a mystery for the most part. People speak of it as a lost paradise — a time of innocence when the gods walked the world like men and all creatures lived in harmony. Cities of shining marble and gold, temples that reached the sky, bountiful harvests for all. Most of it is little more than a fanciful story, told to children at night. In truth nobody is left alive from before The Shattering, save the gods, and if they know, they do not tell.
Only one moon still remains. The second was said to be made of crystal, orbiting so low that tides could be doubled and tripled. There are still paintings in caves of the crystal moon above a great smoking mountain.
A volcano known as Wound, holding the equivalent of an entire sea of lava, exploded on the night of a triple eclipse. The geyser of fire rose so high it struck the fragile crystal moon, lying uncommonly low in orbit. A great cloud of dust rose from Wound to cover the sky.
The darkness lasted a few hundred years — bitter winters, burning summers, tectonics that reshaped continents and killed hundreds of thousands. Several species mutated in the wild magic of the moons: goblins, trolls and orcs, twisted from their former beautiful shapes into creatures of hate and darkness.