Legends tell of a great battle that took place in this very vale, turning the golden fields to crimson with the blood of many brave monks. The armies of Lei Shen the Thunder King, emperor of the mogu, fought brutally, but were eventually overcome.
For days following the fall of Lei Shen, the vale was shrouded in a cloud of the deepest black. Summoned by Lei Shen in his final moments, the otherworldly storm blanketed the vale with rainfall and struck jagged spears of lightning into the hills.
The blood of of the fallen was washed away by the storm and carried to Whitepetal Lake, turning the waters to a deep red. With it’s final breath, the storm struck the centre of the lake, igniting the very water itself. The lake burned with a crimson hue for many days.
When the blaze subsided, a cloud serpent hatching could be seen flying around the centre of the lake. It’s scales sparked with storm and fire, and where it flew, great clouds of formed in the sky. My people named it Alani, the Stormborn.