Stories told around campfires tell of great creatures with dark and cruel armor, wings like a dracoling, and cursed black swords. They slay a man as easily as blinking, and have command over powerful ancient magics. They are told to have a mind like a chest made of Whitestone, hard and unbreakable. It is said that they come from the cursed plane of Shadowfell, a dark and terrible plane devoid of most life where freedom is destroyed and all things are enchained.
Some tell of Warlocks harnessing a Shadar Lord’s power and ancient knowledge in return for doing deeds for the Shadar Lord on our plane…
The Shadar are reported to be the ancient opposition to The Fey.