A Fall of Netheril
[A first-hand account of the Fall of Netheril, written by Raphael.] Even a merregon could not have kept a smile from creeping across its face when walking through those fields of the dead. Bodies, broken, the land painted crimson from horizon to horizon. Karsus brought Netheril's cities tumbling from the skies, and for a brief, glorious moment, he created a spectacle of such utter horror, it was worthy to be the tenth hell. I delighted in it, until I realised that the one thing I sought was not to be found among that delicious carnage. The Crown... it had been stolen.