The Black One started appearing shortly after the seventh fragment of the Gold Tome of the Virtues was found at Sandlewood Box. He and his minions began to make regular attacks on the townships where the tomes were found. The Bloodrock Clan Orcs and the Bregan D'earth joined him, and the Cult of the Black One was founded by Basil Stag Hare. The Black One chose 6 Chaos Knights to fight along side him in the Great Battle with the Gold One.

A conversation with the Black One as described by Willow, Master Scribe:

There me was, jus' a sittin outside of Sandlewood scribing a few of me favorite little spells to parchment, when me feels a strong wind a'blowing. Me hair quickly becomes tousled, falling or'e me eyes. Remembering the fine gentlemen nearby who had been sparring to help strengthen their muscles, I quickly brushed me hair from my eyes in the hopes of catchin' the eye of one of these fine warriors. To me owns dismay, when me eyes could see again, a black dragon near the size o' a small house be standing right there in front of everyone! 'Twas whispered by a few of the now defensive-minded warriors that this be the Black One himself! This beast begins telling us a lil' story so me grabs a new scroll from me backpack and starts penning down his words...

"Many many many centuries ago, the Gold One and I were having much the same battle. The Gold One had summoned 8 maidens of virtue. Each one an archmage capable of spells that would level whole countrysides. He gathered them near an ancient Yew tree to complete a powerful spell to bind me. Each one dressed in a silken robe of differing colors. I look on hidden from view by magic. They gathered and started ancient intonements. The Gold One turned away satisfied they could create the spell. She was going to find me and lure me to this place, little did she know I was there. As the words rolled off their lips... I took away my shroud of invisibility. Each of the maidens eyes were closed, but they sensed me like a cold chill. The first one had barely opened her eyes when my mouth had closed around her chest. The others leaped into action summoning spells and throwing them at me, each one sapping my strength. Another 2 fell to my fiery breath, five remained. They formed a line and hurled devastating spell after spell, each one burning into my flesh. One wing dropped limp, and rivers of blood ran from my side. Then I retaliated. Spells of the ancients and an almost unlimited pool of mana created a magewar like I've never seen. Shields of energy were raised, and as quickly, broken down. We fought for dominion over daemon and zombie hordes, over blessed creatures and dark mists. One by one, they ran out of magic to sustain the assault. Although horribly wounded, only one remained. I was equally as wounded though. I summoned my most powerful spell... The Darkness of Chaos. It shot out from me like... abhorring the very nature of life. Light twisted around it, and it was a pure bolt of chaos. Suddenly, a shimmering wall appeared between me and the maiden. The souls of those maidens I had killed, had gathered and formed a shield. The area around the maiden was horribly deformed, but she still stood. Then... she was gone. I heard a low growl behind me and I felt claws sink into my tail. I whipped around and there the Gold One stood. I lashed out with my teeth, catching her wing. Fire... spell... and claws, it became a blur of madness. She had invested much power into the maidens and I was horribly wounded. The battle seemed to last an eternity but finally the Gold One was almost dead. I myself was only hanging on by a thread. But she had no more reserves. Nothing left... and then I felt it. The 8th maiden had returned. She did not have enough power to bind me, but bolts of pure light struck me. In agony I whirled to face the maiden but I was too weak and slowly darkness fell upon my eyes. But without all 8, the best they could do was block me. They could not keep me from this land. So I was sent to a place... I could view this world and act upon it in small ways. It was like a shadowy realm... Like looking at a pond, only from the bottom, while you mortals looked at it from the top... And that's where I found allies. And when a wizard managed to open a rift to let me escape, but that is another story...."

With that, a guttural laugh could be heard as this dragon flies off ina' the distance... This occurred two evenins' ago, but me hands have been shakin' since that encounter so it weren't easy to read me scribbles as me hand was unsteady. I listened briefly to those brave men and women who weren't a'runnin fer cover when the dragon arrived. I penned the names of Scart, Valazar, Missy, and Chryse from TUR village, amongst many others such as Hugh the Hand an' Andrew Bishop. It weren't easy to understand much in the shouts that erupted from everyones mouth but m'thinks this dragon be the same one spotted at Dragon's Point, Dragon's Bay and TUR Village. Someone even mentioned 'twas the Black One who guided that foul smellin' Grak da Black and Bloodrock Orcs in their attempt to steal the seventh fragment from Sandlewood weeks past.... ell, time fer me to be leavin'... I've a few more scrolls that remain unfinished and me customers be none too forgiving....