At the end of the third age there was balance drawn from understaning, Ithild and Shathur lived as one and so the cults that followed them. However as the fouth age dawned a seperation grew. Those of Shathur, we, went to the south and were diminshed by misfortunes brought by the sea of that time. Without the sharing of each past over time the newer initiates of Ithild grew suspicious of this unknown thing. And eventually a catalyst arose.

Few if any now remember, as it was centuries ago, but it was not a follower of Shathur that begin this newer iteration we all now mistakenly call 'Shathur'. It was in fact a misguided Ithildian youth, who misplaced in thinking and mien, twisted the original meaning of Shathur and spat into it corrosive ideals of it having more power than light, Ithild. It was he who came here in search of our so called power and when we turned him away he returned into the bowells of his own home lunging for his tangled belief in Shathur.

He was convinced not only of Shathur's superiority to Ithild, which we knew to be an amateur perception, but that that power resided in the ability to steal Ithild itself, light. He looked to the celestial bodies over time and their history found in our tomes and said how it was always that eventually darkness swallows light. He spoke of mimicing that great power with that which absorbs what is shone to it. Trapping light between two portals, banishing Ithilde into another realm. 

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Over time he developed his idealogy and indeed using chicanery even gave shadows and voices of reality to his words, withal gaining followers. Most interesting and unfortunate was that it was female elves who were most taken with his teachings, though without Ithild over time their skin grew ghastly and their hair turned ragged.