The Archon is dying, and being controlled by daern’thal, the forgotten elvhen god of pestilence. He hath plagued the Faerie race with a disease that withers them away. They spit up their organs in a black rotting substance. He is not physical, but he remains in the forest. The Forest of Erebus. The Faeries had fled there thousands of years ago when they were mistaken for their kin, the ancient elvhen. They could not, and would not be slaves. The Faeries fly, and flew they did away from the shemlen societies. The Archon is ageless, but presents young. They adored the ancient elvhen god, Fen’harel — the trickster god. The Faeries and the god have that in common. They’re full of mischief. The disease that plagues them also affects their wings. The once dainty and lacy wings begin to rot off their body. Solas, once known as Fen’harel, returned to the forest to visit his friend. When he arrived, all he found was plague and death. The once gorgeous Faerie forest is now riddled with turmoil. The flora and fauna are dying. The shemlen hasn’t done this. There’s no way they could have. Only those worthy enough can see the forest. And the shemlen have never been worthy enough to see into the forest, let alone enter. Solas must get to his friend. The Archon lies ill in the center of the forest, in the pool of Enesal. It’s a pool of healing. Their wings are rotting.