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 Post subject: The Inception of Miashona
PostPosted: Sun Jun 27, 2010 11:49 pm 
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The tale that I am here to read to you is one that you have heard before. It explores heroes and villains, peace and warfare, kingdoms and chivalry, darkness and deception, monsters, magic, and that which cannot be seen and only exists within the confines of the mind. Unlike the story you already know, this one comes before it. Long, long before it. So long ago that every person that has come before the ones you know could not speak of it for the events in this story have not been read aloud, until now.

I go by many names; each scenario seems to call for a different one. Granted this situation I suppose it would be best to refer to me as simply The Storyteller. The gods have selected me to make an account of their world, which also goes by many names but I shall refer to it by its most cosmic title: Miashona. This is the story that starts at the very beginning and slowly moves forward. The first man, the first civilization, the first conflict, the first adventure…

The Inception of Miashona
By The Storyteller

Chapter One
The Seven Gods of Creation

Let me take you back to a time, a much simpler time. Before Miashona, before the other planets and celestial bodies, the universe was a blank slate. Alone in this blank slate was a single being. This being is known by far more names than I am but for the sake of the story I will call this being Eao.

Eao was capable of anything. In a blast of energy, Eao created the first light in the previously blank universe. Dividing the great light, Eao created smaller ones and pushed them off in various directions. After this, Eao divided each light further and again and again and again until there was light in every corner of the universe. Once the lights were plentiful, Eao remained amidst his creation, pleased.

Soon enough, Eao grew lonely and wanted to add to his creation. Eao began to create other beings out of the cosmos. With the light Eao made Dei and with the darkness Naux was born. Both were constructed in Eao’s likeness and were absolutely loyal to him. Using their powers over the cosmos, Dei had the lights pulse and give off physcal matter while Naux shaped the eather and positioned it around the lights. As time grew on these lights became known as stars and the eather slowly but surely became planets.

Satisfied with his work, Eao wanted to go further with his grand design. Eao ordered Dei and Naux to create a planet capable of sustaining a new type of being. Naux shaped the planet out of eather and Dei used the light from a star to nurture it. When the time was right, Eao personally created beings on the planet in his image.

The beings were much like you and I except for the fact that they were completely and utterly pure. Eao gave them two sole purposes: to worship him absolutely and to do his bidding. They did just that and Eao was very pleased with his work. Dei and Naux took turns watching over the world of the perfect beings, they would slowly rotate around the planet keeping an eye on every being. All was a perfect utopia expect for a single thought in the mind of Eao. The beings that had been created were absolutely loyal to Eao; they showed him endless adoration but that’s only because he made them that way.

Eao then decided to create beings that were not perfect and that could make choices for themselves. This way, the beings would choose to worship him and he would truly deserve their praise. With a single thought, Eao obliterated the planet and summoned the Perfects, as the flawless beings came to be called, to join him beyond the cosmos. Dei and Naux were instructed to create another planet exactly like the first but free from the memory of the Perfects. They did just that and gave birth to a new world, our world, Miashona.

Once Miashona had been created, the planet was empty. Void of life, void of depth, another blank canvas. Following further commands by Eao, Dei and Naux created three almighty beings to shape the new world. Because they were so far from Eao’s touch, these new gods were not as loyal as the cosmic deities nor as perfect. The ancient names of these gods are Oceus, Gorath, and Tormahr. The held dominion over Water, Earth, and Fire, respectfully. The three gods began to use their powers and shape Miashona.

Oceus was very wise but incredibly rash. When he first witnessed the vacancy of Miashona he immediately filled the land with his water. Before long, the entire planet was coated in it. This did not please the other gods. Gorath the mighty yet conceited wanted to raise his domain far above the ocean. He proceeded to elevate the ground and disperse the great ocean. Tormahr was powerful but to a point that he became overly ambitious. Coating the land in fire, he tried to claim the entire planet for himself. It wasn’t long before Oceus doused Tormahr’s fire and the three brothers began dueling for the fate of Miashona.

Dei and Naux witnessed this omnipotent brawl and were not pleased. Together they created a fourth and final god, one to end the fighting of the others and maintain peace. The gods called her Aerra, the goddess of the wind. Aerra blew her mighty gales across Miashona and the brothers stopped fighting. She proposed a simple, yet effective way to divide the world. Oceus’ water would coat most of the planet but still leave room for Gorath’s earth. With his given space, Gorath could make his land as wild and fruitful as he wanted. Initially, Tormahr was angered by this plan for it ignored his domain but Aerra had a plan for him too. With her help, Tormahr could create his fires anywhere on any part of Gorath’s land as long as it did not consume all of his domain.

Once the brothers were satisfied, Aerra took it upon herself to make sure that they would never cause such a colossal wave of destruction again. Aerra went around Miashona and created a barrier too keep her element and the others in. Then the goddess took her winds and blew them across this planet, and still does, to keep an eye on her brothers. Dei and Naux were relieved by her peacemaking but still wanted to keep watch over the world. Dei took control over the light which had formed Miashona and used it to watch over the planet. Because he couldn’t exist without his counterpart, Naux used some remaining eather to create a tribute to Dei’s great light and the tribute sat in his domain as he watched over Miashona in the places Dei could not.

As time passed Dei’s great light became known as simply the Sun and Dei’s tribute the Moon. When the time came, the four gods began work on their greatest project and purpose: humanity. But that, my friends, is a story for another day.

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Now before I speak of the birth of the race that we call our own there is another story that must be told. Although it is frequently shunned by even the gods themselves I have no choice but to tell of it. It is a story revolving around the “prototype for humanity”, if you will. And it goes as follows…

Chapter Two
Dawn of the Imperfects

When world was old enough the gods were ready to create beings. They were given very little direction beyond that so naturally the gods flaunted their flaws. Gorath used his clay to construct a mighty being made in his own image. When his brothers saw his modeling they wanted to do the same so that they would not be overlooked as creators. Oceus filled the body of the being with his finest elixir, an eternal liquid referred to as echor. Tormahr followed by filling the body with his own fiery emotions. Aerra ignored her brothers' egotistical actions and breathed her life-giving breath into the being. And with the blood of Oceus, the body of Gorah, the ambition of Tormahr, and the breath of Aerra, the first being was born.

Like the greatest of tales details such as the true names of these beings have been lost in the fabrics of time. But for the sake of the story I’ll dub these beings of Gorath’s likeness Terahns. The Terahns were mighty beings; they roamed the lands and seas of Miashona for many an era. The gods constructed fourteen total, seven Terahns and seven Terahness so that each would have a mate. Looking down onto the world, the gods watched idly to see the fruits of their creations. There were none.

The Terahns were greedy and ruthless; they worshiped no being other than themselves. Wars were fought with one another over land, wives, or just with no intent. The gods were horrified at the destruction brought to their world by their own creations. In an attempt to intervene, the gods descended into Miashona and each overtook a Terahn to bring an end to the fighting but to no avail. The interference of the gods actually made matters worse as Salthos left his third mate for Aerra’s Terahness. It appeared there was no hope for the beings of Miashona.

Now there were Perfects in the heavens, sent by Eao to watch over the new world and the beings in it. Eao was malcontent with the work elemental gods. He summoned them as well as Dei and Naux into his great light to solve the matter. These beings that the imperfect gods created were incapable of worshiping him or anyone for that matter. But instead of completely destroying the elemental’s creation, Eao had a better plan.

Eao instructed Naux and Tormahr to construct a new realm in the farthest reach of Eao’s domain. With a single thought, Eao banished nine of the ten Terahns to the fires of that realm where they would forever be away from his immaculate grace. I believe the best title for this realm is Sinegratia, which in an ancient language means “without the grace of Eao”. As for the tenth Terahn, Salthos, Aerra had a different punishment. For his great sins of lust, adultery, and polygamy he must bear the weight of her domain, the heavens, on his shoulders for eternity. So they could return to their respective realms, Naux and Tormahr granted the Terahn Mahlos power over Sinegratia where the nine Terahns reside.

Granted a second chance at creating life, the elemental gods were inspired by Eao’s mercy that they wanted to create beings in his image. After Gorath used his clay to make a much smaller Eao-like being, Oceus filled its body with a simple life-making liquid. Tormahr filled the body with vital objects to keep that liquid moving and finally Aerra breathed her life-giving breath into the body. Through the corporation and devotion of the gods the first man was born. There is no better name for him then simply Aeson, which translates to “in the likeness of Eao”.

Aeson was everything the gods could have asked for. Every day of his life he would thank the sun for its light, the water and the vegetation for providing food and drink for him, the fire for keeping him warm, the air for her breeze, the night for helping him rest, and the creator for granting him everything. The gods appreciated his adoration so they wanted to return the favor and grant him something he wanted. From the heavens the gods could see that although he was content, Aeson was not truly happy. He desired something more, something greater.

The elementals decided to use this opportunity to create different beings in Eao’s likeness. You see, just as he had many names, Eao had many forms that he took on. The gods used the same process that they had to create Aeson, to bring life to new kinds of creatures. Soon Aeson was surrounded by a multitude of… well they’re probably best known as animals. He took the liberty of naming each one.

There were the creatures of the land such as the vicious Wolf, the noble Lion, the powerful Tiger, the mighty Bear, the majestic Stallion, and many others. In the sea Aeson named the multitude of fish from the smallest Guppy to the largest Whale and every aquatic lifeform and sea monster in between. With aid of Aerra, many animals took to the sky and Aeson named each Bird from the fierce Hawk to the ominous Raven. Aeson was pleased with all his company in the world but something still did not feel right.

While he named the animals, Aeson noticed that there were two of each. Two Stallion, two Lions, two Scorpions, two Bears, two Doves, and so forth. Upon realizing this, Aeson prayed to all seven gods for another so that he would no longer be alone and would be happy like the animals. When the gods heard of this they realized their mistake and created one final being for the world. As Aeson slept, Gorath removed a bone from beneath the human’s heart and with that he constructed a being that Aeson would be able to love. With the help of the other gods, a mate was brought to life and when Aeson awoke to see her face he could not be happier. He named the girl Asemina and there has never been a couple that loved one another indefinitely as those two did.

Aeson and Asemina lived long happy lives and bore many children. It was not until their children bore children that their utopia would begin to unravel and the world would be plunged into sin and suffering forever. But that, my friends, is a story for another day.

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Before I delve into another tale I must warn you that the following is where this story takes a turn. So far the events of Miashona and the universe around it have been peaceful in every aspect, but that is about to change. There comes a time when every story must take a turn and something had to trigger…

Chapter Three
The Descent of Humanity


Back to the happy times. When we last left Aeson and Asemina, they were enjoying life in their wonderful utopia and the gods were pleased with their successful beings. Eventually the day came when the first two humans were ready to advance to the greatest step in every relationship: having children.

When the time came for Asemina to bear a child, Gorath provided the two with a vast meadow filled with the softest grass in the world. In that meadow Asemina gave birth to the couple’s first son. Legend has it that when the couple was pondering on a name for their child; Aerra sent a great eagle over the field. When Aeson spotted the magnificent bird, he was so amazed by its power and beauty that he named their son after it. Taking from that story, I would say that their first son was probably named Eaguel.

Following the tradition established by the birth of their first son, Aeson and Asemina named all of their children after the first animal they saw. So it’s safe to assume they had brave, strong sons named Leon, Wolfe, and Bernard as well as fair, beautiful daughters named Raven, Robin, and Dove. Chronicles differ about exactly how many children Aeson had but for the sake of the story I’ll clarify with an even thirty: fifteen boys and fifteen girls.

Not much is to be said about the children of Aeson and Asemina for they all acted and appeared the same: much different than ourselves. You see, although Aeson and Asemina were human they had no model to compare themselves to so they were capable of basically anything. After Aeson lifted boulders in the morning he would swim across the great ocean and arrive at the other side of the continent at the same time that Asemina finished creating a luxurious dinner made from ingredients she swiftly gather from all corners of Miashona.

Their children also possessed these superhuman abilities, and none was greater than the other. Tauro was as strong as Leon just as Fawne was as fair as Dove. Each daughter had long, flowing, brown hair that went far beyond her feet and each son had the same muscular physique, except for Penthan that is. Penthan was the last son and child of Aeson and Asemina; when he was born the couple was attacked by an angry serpent. Aeson protected his family from the beast but the event left Penthan emotionally scarred for most of his life. When the other sons lifted rocks and eventually boulders, he did not for fear that a savage snake lived underneath it. He did swim with the others in the ocean but only half the distance for fear of sea serpents.

In light of his son’s shortcomings, Aeson wanted to rid Penthan of his phobia once and for all. Using a shaft carved from the wood of Gorath, Aeson crafted a sharp weapon which he called “Tooth of Earth” which in the ancient language translates to Gordant which in our language means Spear. He gave the gordant to Penthan and the two traveled to Agri Ubertas, where all the children were born. There the father and son came face to face with the great serpent that Penthan encountered at birth. Legend states that it was one thousand feet long and could swallow an entire whale, if it encountered one. But even if it was not your typical snake, Penthan was not your typical human.

I have heard this particular tale told in a hundred different ways and no two were the same. Some claimed Penthan and the Serpent dueled for decades until Aeson intervened and strangled the snake with his bare hands. Others say that the snake instantly ate Penthan and from inside the serpent’s stomach he used his spear to split it in half. From this point another said the serpent grew its body back and then Penthan had to slay two giant snakes which he did by tricking them into devouring one another.

Although I don’t know which story is true I do know how the fight ended. Penthan had been coiled by the serpent and was soon eye to eye with the snake. The serpent tried to swallow Aeson’s son and one of its fangs left a scar beneath Penthan’s left eye. Summoning the strength of the gods, Penthan ripped through the serpent’s ropy body and drove his gordant into the beast’s neck, a fatal blow. The snake fell to the ground, Aeson congratulated his son, and the two carried the lifeless serpent back to the others.

When the two returned to the family, the children were amazed with Penthan’s bravery and more so, his trophy. Asemina and Raven, their youngest daughter, treated Penthan’s soon-to-be scar and some claim that is when the two children fell in love. That night, the family feasted on the meat of the serpent and when Penthan was healed he attached the snake’s fangs to his gordant and wore the serpent’s skin as a trophy. He did this because he overcame his fear, but the others sons interpreted it differently.

Although Aeson preached against their actions, the brothers created weapons so that they too could hunt down and kill the animal that they were named after and feast on its meat. The sons raised their weapons, mostly other spears and clubs, and went across Miashona fighting their animals. When they returned, Aeson warned them that weapons must only be used against animals and never one another. And thus explains why humans hunt animals for meat and took up clothes in the image of animals.

As time passed, the sons and daughters of Aeson and Asemina paired up with one another and gave birth to a new generation of humans. Some couple named their children after the first animal that they came across but other simply named their children after themselves. For example, Leon would have named his sons something like Lee, Lionel, Aeriel, or Tigris after his brother of the same name. Once again, no one is sure how many children each child had but I’ll say it was a good dozen each: six boys and six girls.

Now that the families were growing larger, Aeson decided that their settlement should be divided. He instructed each of his sons to build a home using the elements around them for before this they all slept in the open. The sons and grandsons gathered wood, brush, clay, stone, and anything else Gorath provided them and the daughters and granddaughters aided them with construction.

The gods watched eagerly to see their role in the man-made world but they were far from pleased. Leon and his family built their home out of pure stone and Bernard’s family used only wood. Only Eaguel made his house in reverence to all the gods. He used Gorath’s clay to build his house over one of Oceus’s rivers. He used the strongest stones to build a place for Tormahr’s flames and left openings in the sides for Aerra’s wind. Finally, he did not build a roof to his house so during the day he could see Dei’s light and Naux at night. Aeson and Asemina stayed here with him, his wife Dove, and their dozen of children.

Pleased with some recognition, the gods promised to watch over Eaguel and his descendants… well most of the gods. The god of darkness, Naux, was not exactly satisfied with the world that had been created. He watched over the world as much as Dei and yet the humans were all as bright as her and basked in her light every day. Only one house appealed to Naux, the house of Penthan.

When Penthan was building his house he had one plan: darkness. Darkness to shroud the hideous scar on his face. The younglings, even his own children, cried when they saw it and he just wanted to hide it forever. Penthan built his house out of wood and layered it so thickly that his house was always as dark as night. Naux enjoyed Penthan’s reverence so much that he made probably the greatest mistake in the history of humanity; he inspired them to have another child. Raven bore a thirteenth son and he was named Cathan.

Naux played a very important role in Cathan’s life. When Cathan left his darkened house, Naux always used his shadows to shield the boy from the light of Dei. When Penthan took his sons serpent hunting, Naux sent dark thoughts into Cathan’s mind and as he was killing his first snake he was sure to do it slowly making the snake suffer. The other gods were not pleased with Naux’s twisting of the youth’s mind so he backed off but he knew there would be a time when Cathan would come to him.

Because he was so close with the gods, Aeson knew he would die soon and he wanted to leave his children with a foundation for their families. As the grandchildren reached the mating age, the aging Aeson encouraged them to pair up with members of the other houses. The grandfather told his grandchildren to leave their parents and build their own houses when they were ready for their second child. Recollecting his son’s hospitality, he suggested that when the parents passed away their house should go to the first son, his wife, and children. This last statement confused all the children for no one had passed on yet.

So the grandchildren of Aeson and Asemina formed families with one another; however, one member of the house of Penthan was left in the dark. Because he was the thirteenth son, Cathan had no wife for all the women had been united with other men. Realizing this, he turned to his parents for council but the advice they gave him was catastrophic. Penthan suggested he pray to the god of the outcast, the god of the darkened. Cathan understood because he knew that the god of darkness did not receive the praise he deserved because all worshiped the light.

And then on that fateful night, Cathan sent a prayer to Naux. In his prayer, he requested that he not be alone and find a wife just like all his brothers. Naux answered this prayer and granted Cathan the powers of the darkness. When Cathan awoke the next morning, his mind was filled with dark thought, mostly about his brother, Ethan. Ethan, the eldest, had married Dawne, a daughter of Dove, and Cathan always envied him. Now, Cathan had a dark deed in mind, one that would put an end to his suffering.

Using his new powers of darkness, Cathan was able to corrupt his brothers, Dathan and Lathan, into doing his bidding. Under the guise of a black moon, the three set out to do the darkest of deeds. The brothers found Ethan and Dawne resting in Agri Ubertas and there… … there Ethan met his death. The moment his blood was splattered onto the holy field Aeson and Asemina felt a great pain in their hearts and they too faded into the light.

After Ethan breathed his last breath, the two brothers left to dispose of the body. When they had left, Cathan slept with his brother’s wife and the world was plunged into the dark. The only foil for such darkness is light of greater intensity and only one man could counter such acts of evil. But that, my friends, is a story for another day.

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As I continue this telling of events long ago I must denounce some common misconceptions. All of the gods of Miashona are good in their own way; none are capable of great evils. Cathan’s evil stemmed from Naux’s blessings combined with his own human corruption. In the following tale you will be able to trace the roots of evil as you witness the…

Chapter Four
Fall of the House of Penthan

When dawn broke and cleared the darkness of that fateful night, sorrow engulfed the world. Word on the death of Aeson and Asemina spread across the plains and summoned all of their descendants to the first funeral. Never before have humans seen death, even death as peaceful as these two. Eaguel took the liberty of burying his parents in Agri Ubertas and declared that the sacred meadow should be home to the decease. Once they were buried, every one of their descendants laid a flower on their grave... well almost every descendant.

After he had committed the darkest deed, Cathan returned to his abodes and could not sleep a wink. As his relatives mourned the death of the grandparents, His mind could not shake a voracious suspicion. When his brother Jaethan had seen his sister-in-law, Dawne, so distraught he went to comfort her. She told him that her husband was missing and now that she had seen death she feared that might have fallen onto him.

Jaethan gathered his sons, cousins, and nephews to search for his lost brother and Cathan grew worried that he would encounter the truth in his search. He tried to persuade Jaethan to give up his quest but this brought about suspicion regarding Cathan’s involvement. When Jaethan swore on his grandfather’s tomb that he would stop at nothing to locate his brother, Cathan tasted evil again as he plotted against him.

According to the stories, that night as the vast search party slept, Jaethan and his son Jaedon continued to search for Ethan. Along their quest they found a trail of blood which they followed intensely. Suddenly, Jaedon heard a rustling in the bushes and Jaethan shined his torchlight towards the sound. Out of the bushes stepped another member of Penthan’s house, Thane. Thane told his brother that he too had been following the trail of blood and came across a gruesome sight. When he saw Ethan’s body he dropped his torch into a stream. Jaethan believed his brother’s story and asked him to show them to Ethan.

The trio stumbled through the forest until they came across a river circling a mountainous structure. After they crossed the stream and rustled through some bushes, there they saw Ethan’s body in the last place anyone would think to look. As Jaethan got onto his knee to mourn his beloved brother, two figures emerged from the bushes. Dathan and Lathan ambushed Jaethan before he could fight back with his spear. Their infernal daggers delivered countless fatal stabs as corruption ran through their veins.

Thane watched his brothers do as instructed before turning his attention to Jaedon but the youth was no where in sight. Rushing out of the cave, the corrupt brother tried to pursue his nephew but his youth gave him an advantage. Already, Thane began to feel the anger of Cathan.

After painfully witnessing the death of his father, Jaedon rushed to one of his two uncles that he could still trust. All of the accounts I have come across state that he made the same unfortunate mistake. He went to his Uncle Cathan. Jaedon entered Cathan’s darkened house with haste and inside Cathan sat anxious to hear back from his servants. When the boy he had instructed to kill arrived, Cathan knew something had gone awry.

Jaedon began explaining everything that had happened, Ethan’s body, Thane’s trap, and his escape. He told Cathan that they must act now to put an end to Thane’s merciless killings. The knavish evil mastermind agreed with his nephew and reached for his spear in the dark. Although many claim a tragic event occurs next, I must inform you that they are horribly mistaken. As Cathan raised his weapon, Dei’s blessed light filled his room revealing the danger that would befall Jaedon. The youth bolted away from another glimpse of death and sought shelter from the last member of the house of Penthan.

Naethan was the second oldest son of Penthan according to most and he was well regarded by all his family not to mention the other houses. When Jaedon burst into his home late at night, Naethan instantly knew something horrible had occurred. As his beautiful wife tried to calm the youth, Jaedon told his uncle the whole story and how Cathan had turned evil. Trusting his nephew, Naethan believed his story and the two ventured to the House of Eaguel to light the darkness.

When Thane, Dathan, and Lathan returned to Cathan, he told them that he knew of their failure. They asked him if they could repay him for their fault, which led Cathan to think. The only other person Jaedon could turn to is his last brother, Naethan. Cathan ordered his corrupted brothers to lay waste to the house of Naethan; murder his wife and children so that he may fear Cathan’s power.

Once again this story has taken another dark turn. I will spare you the details of the brothers’ raid on Naethan’s house because no one should have to hear how they slowly and brutally killed the loving wife and the numerous children from young ladies to infants. When word of this unspeakable event got to Naethan, he was filled with sorrow and something else. As Naux continued to fill the world with his darkness he filled Naethan with dark emotions which led to a great evil. Revenge.

Aided by Eadel, the first son of the first son, and countless houses of humans guided by Dei’s light combined their forces to rid the world of darkness. When Thane and his brothers accomplished their murderous deed, they returned to Cathan who was so consumed by evil he had lost his mind. He blamed his brothers for getting him into this mess and speared them for their obedience. His only allies were gone and now he would fight an army alone.

The battle against Cathan was exactly what you would expect. Cathan fought many others and succeeded it killing a few of the men. Soon he was face to face with his last brother and they engaged in an epic fight. Like all evils, Cathan’s overconfidence became his weakness and when he was caught off guard, Naethan decapitated him. The evil that had plagued the humans had fallen to the ground dead.

Eadel’s house and the others rejoiced at the end of the corruption but there was one more casualty to be made. Naethan realized that he had been wrong to act in revenge and now he had been filled with the same darkness as Cathan. Upon realizing this he said goodbye to those he cared about and took a dagger to his heart, a noble sacrifice to mankind. The men of the houses mournfully buried him, along with Jaethan and Ethan in Agri Ubertas amidst those that had fallen in battle. Cathan and his followers were cast into the cave that was drenched in the blood of their victims. And so fell the house of Penthan.

The world was once again a bright place and all believed that the darkness was gone for good but they were mistaken. As many have written before, where the is light there must also be darkness. Almost a year after the darkest of deeds was committed; Dawne was ready to give birth to a child. From the seed of her late husband came a son whom she named Eiyar, which meant “Dei or Light blesses”. As she began recovering from having a child Dawne was suddenly filled with the pain of childbirth again. Out of her womb crawled a second son who exchanged his life for that of his mother’s. When Dawne passed on, her family named the second son Blaec, which translates to “Naux or Darkness blesses”.

And so, darkness continued to thrive in the world. Through this darkness humanity as the world knew it fell into pieces and the utopic Miashona became no more. But that my friends is a story for another day.

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It occurs to me that these tales I have been telling are rife with suffering, anger, and other dark emotions for which I apologize but I must tell whole truth of the story mankind regardless of how unsavory it may be. This next tale is no different than the last as it depicts human evil at the infancy of the world but this time through…

Chapter Five
The Tower of Barson

As humanity grew on a need for better shelter developed. Houses built of Gorath’s hair would disperse when Aerra blew her winds too hard, Tormahr’s flames devastated those who lived in Gorath’s bones, and periodically when Naux’s tribute lifted up Oceus’s body, the coastal men would loose their abodes if they were constructed from the skin of Gorath. The gods looked upon this chain of events as a flaw in their design and attempted to repair it. Dei would have selected Eiyar to do their bidding but he had long passed away. Instead, she selected a member of his house who was also a descendant of the house of Bernard, Byarce.

Byarce was a strong, noble man who was born to build. Being the second son in his house, when his father passed away he had to abandon his home to construct another.
Building his house atop a towering hill, Byarce used the greatest members of all the elements.

From the mountains to north he gathered large boulders made of solid ivory, the finest stone in ancient Miashona, and carried them with ease back to his future hilltop home. Hand-digging a tunnel to the base of the hill, Byarce used his father’s spark rocks, his only inheritance, and the wood of an ancient Laurus Tree to create a fire so hot that it became something else entirely, plasma. With this plasma, Byarce baked bricks made of pure ivory. When the bricks became white hot, they were taken back up the mountain and cooled in a pool of water so pure the ancients referred to it as Deuslacrima, “Tears of a God”. When the bricks had cooled, Byarce would set them out to dry with the beautiful gales Aerra blew across the mountains.

Once enough bricks had been created, Byarce expertly arranged them into the finest building in Miashona. His architectural masterpiece gathered the attention of many admirers, including Davia, a ravishing daughter of Daev. Needless to say the two became one and Byarce devoted an enormous circular courtyard in his home to serve as his love’s garden. As many people came to admire Byarce and his home, they moved their families around the hill so that he might help them construct their homes and thus the gods were pleased.

But this story does not revolve around Byarce the Great; it’s about his son. I could drone on about how Davia was infertile and the very birth of Byarce’s son was a miracle, but such an excerpt is far from uncommon and I would not wish to be repetitive. The son of Byarce was premature therefore being gifted with a scrawny body and pale skin. Knowing this would handicap him compared to the other boys, Byrace named his son after himself so that others would judge him on his father’s success.

Just as his father predicted, Barson grew up to be a weakling shadowed by his father’s success. This did not discourage Barson in any way for he embraced the challenge to become greater than his father ever was. Although they were different physically, Barson and Byarce still possessed a similar trait, charisma. Even though Barson could not move a boulder, he could easily charm another man his age into moving it for him. With such a gift, many speculate that Barson grew more power hungry every time he commanded another. Such a flaw is usually attributed to absolute corruption.

Eventually, Byarce and Davia fell to old age and Barson was left in charge of their great home. Because numerous families still wished to construct their houses around the great hill, Barson developed a plan. He appointed the strongest men who knew of his father’s building methods to work together on the houses for the new families. Working quickly and aptly, these men finished the abodes in no time at all. Witnessing this, Barson decided that with the labor of these individuals, they could construct a great settlement, the first city, in which he would name after himself, Barson.

The City of Barson attracted most of the population of Miashona. With a population in the thousands, it was easily the greatest gathering of humans to that day stretching from the Ivory Mountains to north and the Stipes River to the east.

Legend has it that one day Barson traveled to the Stipes River to see his great settlement from afar. As he looked upon the glimmering city, he lost his footing and fell into the stream. Having never learned to swim, he let out a cry for help, which was answered by a nearby logger named Blaeyn. Blaeyn and his family were poverty-stricken and he had to transport logs to make a living. He was just crossing through his lake route when he heard Barson’s plea. Thinking quickly, Blaeyn used his log-lifting strength to clog the stream with a lakeside boulder.

As the water level dropped, Barson got to his feet relieved. He ran to his savior and embraced him, a rare occurrence between members of such opposite classes. Taking Blaeyn back to his prosperous household, Barson proclaimed him a hero and he was soon appointed Grand Advisor to the House of Barson for his selfless action and quick thinking.

Soon there came a time when the City of Barson had become so large that there was no room for expanse. This upset Barson for even with most of the men and women of Miashona beneath his house, he was not satisfied. When his Grand Advisor heard of this, a dark idea entered his mind as if it had come directly from his ancestors. He suggested to his lord that instead of expanding the city across the land they should expand it across the sky so that they would be like gods themselves.

This proposition shook the foundation of Barson’s mind so much, many claimed he had fallen to insanity. He began construction the next morn in the circular garden once loved and tended by his mother. That fruited paradise was now crumbling beneath a colossal ivory structure. Everyday, the Tower of Barson would grow in height and the number of people working on it. As the tower grew the mountains to the north and the forests of Laurus were shrinking. Some records state that the tower was so tall that it could be seen from every corner of the map.

While the humans of Barson’s city were pleased with the construction of the tower, the gods were infuriated. The elemental trio was enraged that the people were trying to make gods of themselves and utterly denying the existence of the real gods. Aerra shared her brothers’ concerns so she turned to a higher power, Dei and Naux. Naux was not concerned with the humans for the concept had come from Blaeyn, a descendant of Cathan. Dei, on the other hand, knew the problem had grown out of hand so she too turned to a higher power, the highest power.

Through the perfects, Eao had been observing the construction of the tower and foresaw the need to intervene. The elemental gods pleaded with Eao to not destroy this race for they were still capable of good and have merely lost their way. Eao told the gods that confusion is the path to realization and an almighty interference would only occur when the humans lost all connections to the gods.

That day did come. When the ivory mountains had supplied their last stone, Barson demanded that they switch to a lesser rock. As the logs from the last Laurus tree burned, the people soon turned to Oak. Saving a trip, they soaked the bricks in unclean lakes and had them dry on the way up the tower. Now that they had forgotten the very foundation of the house of Byarce, the tower would crumble.

No two storytellers would say the same thing happened to the Tower of Barson. Some believe Eao shook the earth until the tower fell. Others claim that Byarce’s Hill was a volcano whose eruption destroyed the tower. Few even suggest that the fire beneath the hill spread burning the tower and all around it. I am here to put those rumors to rest for I must tell the truth of this event as you already know.

When the greatest of the elements had been forgotten, Eao appeared on Miashona in the form of Tormahr. The Tower of Barson was engulfed in flames so bright that all the suns in the universe could not compare. In this light every color in the spectrum shone, all the colors that exist and all that do not. These brilliant colors painted the eyes of the humans with thousands of colors and the flames of Eao permanently tanned many bodies and bleached all heads in countless hues. As the people screamed, their lungs were filled with Eao’s blessed smoke and their languages varied.

Barson and Blaeyn were said to have incinerated on the spot and their corruption dispersed into members of all colors. As the flames died down, Aerra gathered people of the same tongue and color and swept them away to separate parts of the map. Finally, with the equivalence of the amount of energy it takes to blink your eye, Eao brushed aside the mighty Tower of Barson and it came crashing down on Miashona dividing the continent in two.

Although Aerra had grouped the peoples according to their looks, they were very different from one another. It would not be long until conflict arose and the god had to interfere once again. But that, my friends, is a story for another day.

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The subsequent stories that follow occur in no chronological order for they all occurred at roughly the same time. After the fall of Barson, the world took a few steps back as civilizations recovered from their separation with one another. I shall record this period of time together in these…

Chapter Six
Tribes of the East

Far, far away from Miashona, the gods distressed over the recent event. Now that the people of the world had been separated, it would be difficult to keep track of them all. As the gods argued over how to handle the situation, they recalled the beings that existed prior to the humans, the Terahns. Although most were resting in Sinegratia or plagued with a celestial punishment, each of the gods still possessed one of the colossal beings.

The gods placed their Terahns where the humans would not see them. Oceus hid Hydros deep beneath the great ocean. The Terahn of Gorath, Seismos, watched the human from beneath the ground. Galeos, the Terahness, was concealed as a lonely mountain for the world was currently flat. Pyros, the fire Terahn, was placed between Miashona and The Light of Dei so the people could not see him. Though the Terahn’s gaze was vast, they were not capable of perceiving the minor troubles of their replacements in the world.

Receiving little assistance from their vessels, the gods turned to the higher power once again. They pleaded with Eao to allow them several of his servants, the Perfects, so that they can see the world as vividly as Eao. Aware of the corruption that could consume his beloved beings, Eao granted only one Perfect to each of elementals. Now equipped with eight lookouts, the gods of the elements could see across the entire divided continent.

Near the northwestern corner of the divide super continent, Aerra had secluded the men and women that now possessed violet eyes and untagged hair. The Flames of Eao had not only changed their appearance but also wiped the majority of their memories. Most of these people could not even remember their own names. The largest man in the group took the liberty of renaming himself after the greatest predator in the northeast sky, the falcon. Falkein had a strong body and an even stronger will. Many speculate that he had the gift of persuasion, to convince anyone to do his bidding. Needless to say, Falkien arose as the leader of the Northeasterners.

Under Falkien’s leadership, the violet-eyed people built a civilization revolving around physical strength and combat. The men were taught to hunt and attack while the women created gordants and other weapons for them to fight with. The northeasterners spent so much time hunting that they never established a permanent settlement, they simply chased their food across their corner of the world, demolishing all in their path. History titles these people the Ferox, which means “men of war”. The gods were not pleased with these warriors.

Now there was another civilization of humans just south of the Ferox. These people had been grouped according to their glimmering green eyes and their hair that had been colored all the shades or Tormahr. They were almost an exact foil to the Ferox, emphasizing intelligence over aggression. The Notitus, as they became known as, made good use of their thirst for knowledge and are said to have created technology centuries ahead of their time. Their respect for the world and one another held them in favor of the gods.

I’m sure it will not surprise you when I inform you that the Ferox waged war onto the Notitus over matters of food and land. The Notitus held their ground for some time with their advanced protection system, but their lack of offensive power led to their ultimate downfall. Instead of massacring the green-eyed men and women, the Ferox had a much crueler plan in mind.

They exploited the inventive minds of the Notitus for their own power-hungry purposes. With their great technology, the green-eyed men and women created portable walls and suits of protective material for the Ferox to aid them in battle. Scholars state that this is the first armor in history. Soon the Ferox became the greatest powers in the eastern continent. There was not much for the gods to do, seeing as the good people were so interwoven with the bad. They simply let the easterners be.. for now.

Not far from the Notitus, there was a small civilization of men and women on a barren terrain. The Flames of Eao had irritated their skin, lightly tanned their hair, and weakened their new golden eyes. Because the area they had landed in was so bright, the light-skinned people hid their sensitive bodies by creating their own shade. At first they hid under rocks in the area but it was not long before their human ingenuity kicked in and they began digging elaborate caverns. When the Light of Dei was absent in the sky, the men of the underground people would leave and hunt for food.

Now there was one golden-eyed man who did not agree with the other people in his tribe. When his mother gave birth to him, dawn was upon them and Dei’s light was the first thing he saw. Because of this his mother named him Rayden after the brillaint light. Even as an infant, Rayden had always wanted to escape the darkness of his people. Sure the light stung his fair skin, but that didn’t stop him from trying. At night while the other children were hunting with their fathers, he would gather the tall strong grass of their plains. After the women had prepared the beasts they feasted on he would gather their skin and hides.

After doing this for a few years, Rayden had fashioned a second skin for himself so he would be protected from that which his people feared most; however, when he showed it to the leaders of his tribe they were not impressed. The leaders of the gold eyes considered his invention a blasphemy against their race and against the gods for challenging their great power. In response to Rayden’s crime, the People of the Earth condemned him, according to their law of retaliation, to be flayed just like the animals he wore.

Fortunately for Rayden, the gods were pleased with his innovation and eagerness to embrace the other elements of the world. In an attempt to escape his fate, Rayden and his wife, Arelle, fled from the underground chambers wearing his invention for protection. The People of the Earth did not wait for night and instead coated themselves in mud and swiftly raced after the two. It appeared all hope was lost for Rayden.

They say that in an act of the gods, Naux sent his Great Tribute directly in front of the Light of Dei, magnifying her rays thirty fold. Rayden and Arelle were shielded from such intense rays, but the light was devastating to the men pursuing them. There were very few survivors aside from the fleeing couple. The two were able to make it across the vast plains and into a magical land where plants reached up to the heavens and created clouds of green. Here Rayden and Arelle stayed for a long time.

There was one other civilization to the east of the tower that I should mention for so many people descend from them. They were the pure tribe, the innocent tribe. Aerra had selected them for their blue eyes and fair blonde hair. Operating on instincts, these men and women built homes, raised families, and performed no evil. Not many conflicts occurred between these people; the gods were pleased that there was at least a brief peace in the turbulent world.

Then again, the gods rarely stick to one emotion and on the other side of the map celestial events of catastrophic proportions were occurring. Sole individuals opposed their collective races while the gods struggled to keep human nature from consuming itself. But that, my friends, is a story for another day.

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So far I have informed you of the exploits that have occurred on the eastern half of the divided super continent and so far the gods have been ever present yet never as directly involved as the Tower of Barson. But now the time has come and the final straw has been broken as the barrier between the gods and man are shattered by the…

Chapter Seven
Spawn of the West

Just like the men to the east, those that Aerra had delivered to the other half of the world had remembered little of their past. Of the three groups, the northernmost tribe had received the most irregular colors in the spectrum. Their eyes were a deep orange while their hair had been intensely bleached and was now a vibrant white. For all these men and women looked the same, they felt there was nothing abnormal with their appearances and began to live a normal life.

The land to the north was loaded with the most exotic fruits and incredibly fertile soil. With such abundant resources, the people with orange eyes prospered and ate without ever growing hungry. While they ate these men and women thanked the Light of Dei for they knew their food would not grow without it. As time past their casual praise soon evolved into intense devotion as the frequently sacrificed to the great light they referred to as Layurix which meant something along the lines of “Glimpse of Heaven”.

Above the world, Dei was flattered by their praise while Tormahr found it quite amusing. Oceus on the other hand was not pleased. How could those mortals forget all that he had provided for them? With out his presence there would be no fruit for them to ear or water to keep them alive. If you do recall, Oceus’ wisdom was only equal to his imprudence and it would not be long before his patience exceeded its limit.

After plotting the solar cycle of the previous years, the Children of Layurix discovered a day when their beloved deity would be in the sky the longest. On this day they planned to have a feast, THE feast. Every person in the north would be invited and each would bring his or her finest gourmet to the grand Hall of Layurix. And so they did. As the Light of Dei rose over the horizon, cheers of worship echoed across the lands for all men and women were in attendance… well all but two.

Far too few sources take note of them and many did not believe they we actual people just a spontaneous idea or the cement that holds myths together. I, on the other hand, know that this man and woman were far from fictitious. His name was Ernett. Her name was Farryn. The couple lived a humble life on the outskirts of civilization near a large lake. Every day Ernett would float their raft out to the center of the lake and Farryn would toss her net into the lake filling it with beautiful fish. Their relationship was considered casual yet supportive for they had no one else to rely on.

Even though they lived isolated from the others, word spread to them about the great feast that was going to be held and all were invited. Farryn jumped at the opportunity to share her trout recipe with others while her husband thought differently. Earlier that day, Ernett claimed to have seen an omen while he watched the lake: A dead sunfish whom none of the other fish would eat. Ernett though this was a sign to not attend the festival and to do the opposite and travel far away from the sun worshippers.

The couple argued for a few days over what they should do and soon enough Farryn decided that if her husband would not join her then she would travel to the Hall of Layurix by herself. Knowing that no good would come from their separation, Ernett proposed a solution. They would each skip a stone across the lake and whoever’s stone went the farthest would decide where they would go. Farryn agreed under the terms that she would skip first for she knew that after her toss the water would be too turbulent for Ernett to win.

The couple each took time selecting just the right stone. Farryn had found a perfectly smooth stone while Ernett’s rock was quite rough and misshapen. His wife laughed at his decision telling him to start getting ready for the festival, while Ernett remained quite confidante stating that the lake made the decision, not the stone. Flinging her stone across the water, Farryn laughed as her beauty danced across the surface as it skipped five times. Ernett let out a deep sigh before he cast his rugged stone across the lake as awe covered his wife’s face. The surface of the lake seemed to cradle the rock with each skip as if the lake itself wanted the rock to skip three.. five.. six.. seven times. Farryn hung her head in disbelief and although their fine trout would be missed, the couple packed their belongings and ventured southwest.

And it was a good thing they did. That longest of days when the sun was at it’s highest, an eerie shroud covered the Valley of Layurix and within that the Hall of Layurix. One by one, the people with orange eyes noticed how cold the hall had become and how their brilliant deity was nowhere to be seen. When the boldest of the men deemed it as nothing to worry about as he drank from his glass, he became dumbfounded as he discovered his entire chalice and its contents had been frozen solid.

The sky opened up as ice rained down from heaven and pelted all the Children of Layurix. The men and women of the hall erupted in hysteria as their god had failed them greatly. They tried with all their might to open the doors of their roofless hall but it was no use for they became as harsh as the hail from above. The sight was a tragedy to say the least, with people tearing each other apart for even the slightest shelter. Bodies piled up only to be used by the desperate as they climbed over the enormous walls of the hall. Those that survived the plummet were greeted with the sight of unforgiving sleet hurtling to the ground.

Oceus’ frozen wrath lasted for a week even though none had survived longer than a day with the exception of Ernett and Farryn. They had been spared for not partaking in the worship of a false deity on the land that was now frozen over.

I am sorry to inform you that a similar consequence befell the southwest portion of the world. When the people landed in these lands their indigo eyes looked upon plains that were far less fertile then the north. This left the auburn-haired men and women little to do which led to their simplemindedness. The only activity, which seemed to entertain them, was wrestling with one another.

For the men and women of the indigo eyes, wrestling had a bias but was not sexist. All were allowed to participate but only the strongest would triumph leaving the others to bask in his or her vainglory. The people of the southwest trained constantly and when they were not training they were fighting. The champions, a ruthless man named Laemont and an arrogant woman named Valee, gloated that they were supreme beings and all should bow before them.

As you may have guessed the gods accepted this challenge and made sure the southwest tribe knew of their presence. While Gorath turned the other cheek, Oceus sent a wave of ice from the north while Tormahr sent a bolt of his power from the heavens. These elemental forces struck the egotistical champions with such power that Laemont lost his vision and Valee became deaf. All those that had seen this spectacle were in awe. Surely there were greater beings among them, beings in the form of fire, ice, and lightning.

The indigo people soon took up the title Trioists for they worshiped these three elemental wonders in every aspect of their life. Wrestling matches would be devoted to one of these pure energies and shrines would be built in training to the others. Those great thinkers among the Trioists designed a philosophy by which all men lived their life: fire gave them life, ice brought them death, and lightning is the limbo between the two. Although this twists the true motions of the world, Oceus and Tormahr were contented by their devotion to their powers.

On the other hand, Gorath was enraged. How dare these people forget about the ground that they thrived on; the very ground that he could turn against them with minimum effort! Gorath was not the only one that disagreed with the Trioists. Even the couple that had brought about the religion was now frustrated by it. In light of the elemental praise, Laemont deemed their worship too loud while Valee found their shrines too appalling. The two agreed to travel far away from the others so that they may revert to their simpler ways of life: a fortunate decision.

While the Trioists chanted to the superior powers, they felt a great disturbance. The earth beneath them seemed to tremble at the forces currently at work. This caused the people to panic and pray to their deities even harder, which infuriated Gorath. Ripping their world in two, the god of the soil roared across the southwest as he swallowed the indigo people and their shrines. Once all that had brought about his wrath had fallen to their demise, Gorath left a great scar in the southwest so that all may never forget his power.

Now there was one other civilization in the west, a group of men and women between the north and the south. I would love to tell you that these red-eyed people were different than their sister tribes and they maintained a perpetual peace with the gods that lasted for generations; however, I must speak the truth. These red-eyed men were by far the worse that the young world had seen. They made the Terahns appear as Perfects.

It all began with a woman; it usually does. I have heard this story a thousand times and I’m sure you have too, in fact I know I have told you a story just like it. Well perhaps not exactly like it, but I do not intend to tell the story again. There were three men and a woman. Each of these men loved this woman dearly and indefinitely. In the end she chose one and all three of the men eventually wed. Time passed but the two men’s love for the woman did not die so while her husband was away they each slept with the woman.

When her husband returned, she told him of the two and he sought revenge and slaughtered the wives of the two. When one of the two discovered this, he killed the woman for telling the husband while the other killed the husband’s sister to inflict pain into the husband’s heart. The husband’s brother in law found out that his wife had been killed so he shed the blood of the assassins’ sisters, which enraged their husbands. Thus the cycle of mindless killing continued.

This chain of events continued until almost every wife, sister, mother, and daughter had been killed in acts of revenge and lust. I say almost for legend speaks of a girl, a child really. Once the blood-eyed people realized that there were no more women left they all pursued this innocent child through their blind lechery. The chase sent the girl deep into the forest where she was as scared of the beasts surrounding her as she was her chasers.

The second the little girl found a ray of hope, a small pond that glistened in the sunlight, she burst into tears of dread for she knew her pursuers were not far behind. In-between her sobs she cried out to the world, to the heavens, and beyond for anything, any way to escape this horrible fate. All of the gods were sympathetic to this miserable daughter of Asemina and agreed to do everything in their power to protect her.

But how would they handle the red-eyed men? If they annihilated them like the other then there would be no people left in the west; all of their beloved children would be gone forever. The gods turned to the peacemaker among them, Aerra, and sought her guidance. The goddess of gales took one look at the land in the west and she knew what had to be done. She sent an ethereal mist to cover the forest, which soothed the terrified girl.

This divine mist surrounded the beasts in the area from the wolves to the lions to the eagles to the tigers. Their fur was soon shed as they rose on their hind legs and took upon the form of the humans. When the red-eyed men found the small pond, they had forgotten entirely about the girl that they were chasing for they now were facing hundreds of beautiful women. So the men united with the former animals and a race was born of half humans and half animals. Meanwhile, Aerra spirited the girl known as Jume far away so that the men would never find her.

As time passed, the god known as Layurix became known as simple the Sun, the great scar left in the south soon collided and created magnificent hills of earth, a beautiful tree with purple, heart-shaped leaves grew from the tears of Jume, and the tribes of the world soon engaged in an ultimate conflict with one another. But that, my friends, is a story for another day.

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It was as clear as Dei that the world had grown corrupt again, the gods could see this. From the heavens above, the gods looked upon the wickedness of man with great remorse. Despite the intervention of Gorath and Oceus in the West, the humans continued to grow corrupt and it seemed the world had become engulfed in…

Chapter Eight
Torrents of Trouble

Yet again, the gods found themselves at odds over the fate of Miashona and once again they turned to the highest power. Through the Perfects, Eao had seen the formation of the tribes as well as their corruption. Despite this Eao saw all including the good that still remained in humanity. It is said that Eao made a pact with the elemental gods stating that a tear would not be shed until all seven tribes succumbed to great evils. Unfortunately, this was more of a promise than a warning.

The alliance of the Ferox and the Notitus was insurmountable. The Notitus’ advanced technology in the hands of the ruthless Ferox warriors demolished anyone that stood in the way of victory. From what I’ve gathered their expanse across the continent was fueled by not the ambitions of the violet-eyes, but the greed of the Notitus. The green-eyed men and women had been gifted with intelligence and from this was born a sense of superiority. They knew that the Ferox warriors did not have the brilliance to rule over a vast empire; but the Notitus did.

On the other hand Falkien, the belligerent leader of the Ferox, had great aspirations of his own. It is said that he envisioned a boundless frontier that spanned the entire planet where all would bow down or face his wrath. Once he died his son, Falsean, would take his place, then his son, followed by his son and so on. For having started it all, his name and legacy would be echoed for all eternity. All of the Ferox glorified his grand design; all of them that is except for ironically the to-be second ruler of the world.

Though he and his father shared the same eye color, Falsean saw Miashona much differently. I suppose the best way to put it is he saw the tree not the forest. The gods had graced him with humility and he often thought of others before himself. For example, when Falsaen was of age Falkien presented him with a field of potential wives for him to select. He spent a night with each of them but the only thing he would do is talk to them, listen to their problems and try to help. Eventually he found a wonderful girl named Karah who was as helpful to him as he was to the others.

Soon, Falkien and his men continued their assault towards the west where the encountered a vast plain where the sun shone bright. He deemed this land lifeless though here the People of the Earth lurked. Soon Falkien moved his forces to the north and encountered the settlement of the blue-eyed men and women. Since they possessed no armies or warriors of any sort, the blue-eyed men surrendered easily to their fierce adversaries.

The multiple authority figures that overlooked the People with Blue Eyes were astounded by the unparalleled grace, which the Ferox ruled over their warriors. Some believe that these leaders’ praise grew into great envy. When Falkien had seen the warrior potential within the blue-eyed men, the tribal leaders jumped at making a pact with them. Just as it had been foreseen, the world fell to great evils and Eao would have initiated an ultimate obliteration had it not been for one man. Yes, despite the corruption of most all the humans, Eao was pleased with Roch.

Roch was a just man and perfect in his generation. Though his age was old – he had witnessed firsthand the destruction of the Tower of Barson – Roch was a man with a strong moral compass and showed frequent wisdom. When the armies of the east had descended upon the People of Blue Eyes, he moved his wife, Malia, and their home south of the tribe so they would be free from the inevitable submission of their people. On the outskirts of the civilization, they surprisingly encountered an odd recluse.

The young man introduced himself as Chase, the orphan son of two outcasts from the blue-eyed people. Despite this initial grudge, Roch and Malia took a liking to him and adopted him as their own son for Maila struggled to conceive one herself. Although Chase was grateful and held many a conversation with his foster parents, never once did he make eye contact with them.

After witnessing much hospitality and wisdom, Eao had deemed Roch worthy to lead the next generation of humans out of the ashes of corruption. Eao conveyed his request to one of his beloved Perfects who descended from the heavens and appeared to Roch upon the summit of a hill. The celestial being heralded Eao’s message to Roch: Gather the moral of your race and upon this hill and from the forests around construct a mighty vessel, capable of floating upon water and large enough to preserve two of every species in the world, in my name so that you may be free from the Purge of the Corrupt and ushered into…

Legend has it that in that instant, the Perfect sang out a word that surpasses generations, eras, and even time itself. A word that you and I still use this very day, the very same word though the pronunciation may have been altered. The word that had fallen from the heavens was spoken as “je-‘nē-suhs”. The celestial being retracted into the clouds and Roch turned to Malia and Chase whom had gathered at the sight. He instructed Chase to sharpen his father’s axe for it would finally have some use.

Operating on the grace of Eao, Roch with the assistance of Chase worked for Dei and Naux on end erecting the wooden marvel that the elder’s mind had fabricated. While they labored Dei in and Dei out, Malia – in addition to providing them with nourishment – would preach to the People of the Blue Eyes and beg them to repent for a great purge was upon them. As expected they ignored her pleas calling the woman delusional but her intentions prevailed as word of the great tribute traveled across the world.

On the other corner of the divided content, the Notitus soon heard of this half-baked attempt and found many humors in it. No human could construct a monument that large and not expect it to sink. One of the greater architects of the Notitus, Wayke, also felt the structure was impractical but curiosity overpowered him and with his wife, Priselle, they traveled to see the fool’s construction for themselves.

Along the lengthy journey to People of Blue Eyes, Wayke and Priselle came to a barren plane where they set up camp for the night. This proved to be a mistake, for in the middle of the night Wayke could see men crawling out of the ground and hunt in the surrounding areas. Suddenly fearing for his life, he awoke Priselle and the two began to gather their belongings. It was not long before the two were spotted and Wayke took his wife and raced into the forest, abandoning precious supplies.

Now without vital provisions, the couple soon found themselves growing famished. They could not eat from the plants of this foreign environment for all they knew it could be poisonous to them. Just when all hope seemed to dwindle, a man cloaked in animal hides appeared to aid the two Notitus. When his golden eyes met their green ones he could tell that they were not of his previous clan and wished him dead. He took them back to his permanent camp and gave them ample food and water and they thanked him deeply.

By dawn of the next day, the strangers had grown comfortable enough with one another to exchange their stories. The man of the forest spoke of his past when he was a Person of the Earth and how he and his wife, Arelle, had fled them and found this sanctuary. Then, Rayden transitioned into a not so familiar story. He spoke of one day being awoken by a great wind that sounded like a tornado but did not move a single leaf. The man of the forest then said he heard the wind whisper to take this young girl and be sure she always is protected from evil.

Rayden then showed the couple to the stream beside his abodes where Arelle washed their animal skins along with this girl. No matter who tells of this story, they all describe this young girl having unprecedented beauty. Granted Rayden had found her a decade ago so she was more of an elegant young woman now. She had strait ebony hair, which reached the small of her back, and a figure that would turn any woman jealous or fill the chastest man with lust. But Wayke could see clearly in her deep scarlet eyes that she was scarred and terrified.

Soon Wayke told Rayden’s family of the stories he had hear of the great wooden death trap that was being built not too far north from there. Whether it was the will of the gods or more curiosity, Rayden opted to travel the rest of the way and soon the five of them were off. After a few Deis passing, they found themselves in awe at the sight that stood before them: The Vessel of Roch sat upon a sea of creatures.

The walls of the vessel reached the clouds and perched upon the hill it rivaled some of the greatest mountains. Despite his position as an Architect, Wayke still couldn’t believe his eyes. What kind of genius would have thought to craft the structure in the shape of a bird’s underside? Surely he must meet the wood worker behind such a feat. As his party approached the figures outside the wooden masterpiece he began to make them out. There was a muscular blindfolded man, an obvious ferryman, a younger man hanging his head low, and a very familiar face muffled by a gray beard.

Wayke called the bearded man by name and ran to him with haste. Identifying him immediately, Roch welcomed him in a warm embrace. Whether you choose to believe it or not Roch and Wayke had been brother long ago before the great Tower of Barson. Though Eao’s Flames had changed their appearance and Aerra put distance between them, laying eyes upon one another awoke memories of their past lives.

Congratulating his brother of constructing such a fine vessel, Wayke soon became confused. He knew that his brother had never been a very practical thinker; how could Roch develop such a genius design so suddenly? Roch shared his story with Wayke and the long lost brother knew his words must be true. Such a design had to have come from a divine power. The bearded brother asked for the architect’s assistance for they still had to construct the third layer. Wayke as well as Rayden eagerly jumped at the chance.

Now that she was once again within a , The scarlet-eyed girl soon feared for her well being. The thought of so many lustful men chasing her again brought her to tears. It took much negotiating but she soon agreed to go with the women to warn the People of the Blue Eyes yet again of their impending doom.

Every step on the dirt paths between the closely strung abodes was sheer agony for the youngest of the women. Anywhere that she was there always seemed to be a swarm of men of all ages staring at her. She tried to hide within the circle of the other women but this only provoked the men’s curiosity. Then as misfortune would have it a platoon of armored warriors made their way up the dirt path and surrounded the women.

Whether it was four or five or even ten men the stories do not agree, but what I am certain of is that they desired the ruby-eyed female. Farryn, Valee, and the others were tossed aside as the innocent girl cried out as her childhood scar was ripped open. But just before the leader of the platoon grabbed hold of her, his wrist suddenly erupted in pain as his detached hand slumped on the ground.

A youth had rushed into the scene wielding a now bloody ancient dagger. I have heard accounts of some that believe this very dagger had been the first to be stained by the blood of a human, but I find little credit in that. As swift as lightning the young man opposed the warriors and made quick slashes across their furious faces and all fell to the ground in literally blinding pain. The young man told them that it is better to see nothing than to see nothing but lust. And so the ancient adage “an eye for an eye” took on a much different meaning.

The young sought after woman was still expressing great unease and her rescuer was hesitant in comforting her. When she turned to identify him, she saw the young man who had been aiding Roch in his wooden masterpiece still staring at the ground. Before she could ask him why he acted as he did, he responded that no person should be treated in such a manner and he was quick to take an oath to protect her at all costs.

She approached the youth and tilted his chin so that their eyes would meet but he shut them instead. He said that his parents’ eyes were but a curse for him and he would not allow her to see his scar as an outcast. Still she continued and slowly opened his eyelids and to both of their surprise, the other had ruby red pupils. Then Jume and Chase kissed passionately for each was exactly what the other was searching for.

As soon as the last board was set in place upon the vessel the skies darkened. Word spread across the Ferox forces that a large group of Beast Men had gathered on the other side of the Ruins of Barson, the great landmark that divided the east and the west. These Beast Men were regarded as great warriors having the fighting ability of many men. They must be defeated if the Ferox wanted to gain control over the world.

The later called Drath had similar intentions. Most of the western frontier had been ravaged by the gods leaving behind nothing but ice and mountain. If the Drath wished to thrive they would need the fruitful lands of the East. So the storm clouds of war, the first war, soon fell onto Miashona.

As the two groups planned their offensive, Roch was hard at work with another task. Now that the food had been stored he called upon the animals of the world to be preserved and so they came, two of every species. Two Stallions, two Wolves, two Lions, two Scorpions, two Bears, two Doves, two Ravens, two Wolves, two Foxes, two Tortoises, two Lions and so forth, all suppressing their primal instincts to attack one another. After this the five men and six women boarded the vessel and Roch went to seal the great door.

Suddenly two figures called out to the elder. They rushed as fast as they could towards the wooden wonder. Their Ferox cloaks concealed their identities but their attitudes were honest. In their hearts they knew the world had become beyond repair and they asked for forgiveness for whatever wrongs they had committed. Roch reluctantly agreed as he allowed the two strangers aboard.

Once the vessel had been sealed Eao shed a tear for the corruption of Miashona and with that the heavens opened up and so came the flood. But that, my friends, is a story for another day.

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The gods of creation cried as the world was cast into darkness. The corruption of man since the time of the imperfects had become so vast that Eao sent a flood to cleanse Miashona from the descent of humanity. From the fall of the house of Penthan, to the Tower of Barson, to the tribal accounts, and the spawn of the west, all of humanity would be drowned in their torrents of trouble. But the righteous Roch and the eleven other passengers aboard his vessel had been selected to survive the purge; however, could they survive to witness the...

Chapter Nine
Vow for Tomorrow

Far to the west, a new generation had raged. The matrimony of men and beast-turned women had resulted in a multitude of hybridized offspring. The mothers that once roamed the sky now raised human children with feathers and talons. While some sons struggled with scales and blindness, others wielded their animal traits as gifts. They realized that claws were sharper than stone and the intense conditions fur could withstand. With their hereditary powers they would surely be the greatest race in the world, if they could survive that is.

As you are aware, the land to the north of the Beastmen had frozen over during the time of the Children of Layurix. The resources to the south that belonged to the Trioist had also been ravaged in the great earthquake. So that left very little for the Beastmen to thrive on. Those with the perception of eagles knew of other land to the east where there was always enough food to eat and water to drink. Such a land would benefit the Beastmen greatly. Soon the leaders began plotting a takeover, but not all agreed.

Even among the spawn of the west there was division. One son of animal and man was gifted like his brothers with the powers of beast but he wanted a simpler life. Through practice and concentration, he was able to conceal his primal traits and appear entirely human. A small group of Beastmen followed his example but for the most part those who suppressed their animal abilities were ostracized by the others. History dubbed them
wolves in sheep's clothing or the False Prophets.

Forgive me if you might have guessed this but the False Prophets were the ones that oppose the invasion plans of the others. They knew that it was wrong for only one breed of humans to exist for both can inhabit the world. The leader of the Pack of Prophets, a man named Dareth, even backed his stance by claiming to have received guidance by The Shining Man, a messenger sent from a higher being. This enraged the Beastmen who believed in no higher power whatsoever. The False Prophets were driven from their homeland and began an exodus to survive the floods that were coming.

And the floods did come. The armies of claws and talons began their charge against the forces of the armor-clad violet eyes at the Ruins of Barson. The valley that the great tower once created when it fell now housed thousands of warriors ready to die for their sins. Just then did Gorath quake. A mighty mare dashed across the heavens leaving shadows in its path. Tormahr flashed across the sky making it roar. Aerra tore apart the darkened night. Eao was upon them and in the form of Oceus he descended upon Miashona to cleanse it of wickedness.

The torrents split the world; all was consumed by them. The evil that lay in the minds and heart of men had brought about the end of flesh. Every being that breathed fresh air in their nostrils now drowned as water filled their lungs. Not just humans but the Eagles, Lions, Wolves, Bears, Cattle, Falcons, Lizards, Stallions, Tigers, Gorillas, Jaguars, and Foxes all died. While the windows of the heavens had opened, the windows of a great vessel remained closed. The rains descended, the wind blew, and beat upon the home; however, it was not destroyed for it was founded by Roch.

Despite being chosen by Eao to be the genesis of a new world while this world dies, the blue-eyed old man wept for those whom he could not save. To him, the hopes of man had been destroyed. Only the six couples he had saved with his wife, Maila, comforted him. For forty-nine days, the water washed away the things which grew out of the dust of Miashona and for forty-nine nights the flood knocked at the door of the vessel. Few slept peacefully.

While the men and women upon the first boat had it rough, the animals had it much worse. Cramped quarters beside natural enemies spawned tense situations which kept the passengers on their toes. The new lovers Jume and Chase helped gather food with Ernett and Farryn while Arelle and Rayden aided Wayke and Priselle in tending to any animal wounds. Even the blind Laemont and the deaf Valee looked beyond their disabilities and were able to assist the others. Aside from all this the two cloaked figures sat.

They watched the others intently in disbelief. How could they serve one another so well? Where the two had come from very few were that selfless. It was not long before Roch coerced them into helping but while they did, they remained cloaked in shadows the entire time. Only around the sightless Laemont did they pull back their hoods.

The water had swelled until every plant had been uprooted and every mountain was submerged, then the rain finally stopped. Roch and the others rejoiced when the skies were fiinally dry but their joy soon turned to despair when they emerged from the vessel to see themselves afloat an endless sea. Land that they had longed to see again might as well have been a fantasy.

The months spent on the perpetual ocean were by far the toughest leg of the journey. The lions began to crave meat and the birds began to ready for flight. Eao had kept them from breeding but their instincts were beginning to take hold again.

The male tortoise that resided on the boat was of particular interest. The gods had given him only one eye upon his stomach. Some even tell that he was not just the first animal but the first being beside the Terahns to live in Miashona. But his age was his weakness and as a strong wave rocked the boat, he lost his grip on the vessel and tumbled into the sea. The gods pitied the ancient reptile and Oceus granted him immortality. The tortoise would live forever should he only rise from the ocean and look at the sun with his one eye once every three-thousand years.

Many stories are told of the events on the vessel and each stranger than the other. One particular tale speaks of the men and women on the boat looking out into the ocean and spotting four half-men-half-mare riding out of the water and galloping into the clouds. No matter what occurred, weariness soon became their greatest adversary.

In the fourth month the survivors fell into darkness. The two shrouded people on the boat had concerned the others for far to long. Farryn feared they would soon run out of food and that those two were part of that problem. Rayden believed they did not do as much work as the others. Even Wayke, Roch's wise brother, considered them evil for if they were good the creator would have lowered the seas by now. One night when Roch was asleep, they finally cracked.

Laemont spoke. He had overheard the two talking with his overdeveloped ears and had learned they came from the Ferox clan. Even without his vision he could tell their eyes were a shiny violet. Having nothing to hide, the two pulled back their hoods to reveal their true colors. Wayke was shocked when he identified the two as Falsaen, son of Falkien the Conqueror and heir to the Ferox Empire and Karah his wife.

Murders! Killers! The lashings of tongues continued, the waves began to thrash, and the vessel began to rock. These Ferox were nothing but evil and surely evil will live on in them so said the others on the ship. Then Wakye told the others to pick up the two, cast them into the sea, and the waters would calm down. It was their fault that this great storm was upon them. As Falsaen and his wife struggled and were bound, their screams awoke the flock of birds that nested in the ark and they began to squawk and caw. In the nick of time, Roch woke from his rest, heard the commotion on deck, and ascended to solve the issue.

The blue-eyed elder ran as fast as he could across the wooden decks he had spent so many years constructing. Soon he found himself between his brother and the raging torrents below. When the others informed him of the once strangers' treachery, Roch took a moment and meditated on their claims. None had seen these two commit any crimes. Who are they to determine who is righteous and who is not? If they were to value one another against each other how would they be any different from the sinners that the flood consumed?

Then a bolt of lightning flashed in the distance and Roch was shocked by a revelation. He raised his voice for all to hear. To the people of the vessel he preached what had just come to his attention: they were not perfect; they were sinners too. If they were to cast the sinners off of the vessel he should be thrown off first. The creator had made a mistake, evil was still in the world. Just then one last boom of thunder sounded. The clouds broke and the sky sang. Dawn had arrived at last.

Once another month had past, Roch wanted to check to see if the world was able to be lived in again. He decided to send two of his most beloved animals, the Dove and the Raven for these two had waken him when Falsaen was persecuted. In the light of Dei he sent the Dove and at the hour of Naux the Raven. The two birds returned the next morning. The Raven held a bright flamefish in its beak and the elder admonished it for its selfishness while the Dove held a bright green olive leaf in its beak and so it was celebrated and adored for it had found “je-‘nē-suhs”.

After a week had passed, the peaks of the tallest mountains emerged from the receding water and the vessel came to rest upon a mountain top. For two more months the waters continued to recede and on the sixth day of the seventh month since they boarded the vessel, the six men and six women emerged from their wooden shelter and kissed the fresh soil beneath their feet as they embraced what the Perfect referred to as “je-‘nē-suhs”.

Miashona had changed greatly. In the crevice where the Tower of Barson had fell Oceus now separated the west from the east. Every tree and flower was reborn and they all thrived on fertile soil. The animals poured out of the vessel and Chase, Jume, Ernett, Farryn, Rayden, Arelle, Wayke, Priselle, Roch, Malia, Laemont, Valee, and Falsaen and Karah all praised the creator for this new world they had to live in.

Before the fourteen the Messenger of Eao appeared again and thanked them for their great faithfulness and presented them with this new world to live in and. Roch hesitantly declined the Perfect's offer stating that they had sinned and should not have been saved. Eao overheard this and appeared to the passengers in the form of Aerra and they were comforted.

Eao knew that they would fall into sin, it is in the nature of humans. The lot that stood before Eao were selected because they were morally correct and capable of change. In fact, when they realized they were sinners, Eao stopped the storm and drained the water from Miashona. For in the day of trouble I will keep you safe in my dwelling. I shall hide you in the shelter of the heavens and set you high upon Roch.

Then Eao said unto he, that you are Roch, and upon this Roch I will build the world and none shall face the fates of Sinegratia if they believe in me. As long as the world lasts, spring and autumn, day and night, summer and winter, shall not cease. I give you this mountain to form a great city and he will be the father of many nations. Be fruitful and multiply. Then Roch spoke to the creator and asked how is this possible seeing as he and Malia could never have a child.

As these words escaped his mouth, Malia fell to the ground in pain. Shortly before they had boarded the ship she had become pregnant. Roch immediately threw himself onto the mountain and let out tears of joy for the birth of his child. Eao told him if he were to count the Perfects in the heavens or the sand on every shore, his descendants would be greater than those two combined.

Eao gave the six men and six women of the world a vow that day. According to Eao, the gods shall no longer interfere with the matters of the world, that is now in the hands of men. He sealed this promise by placing a great ark in the sky that shone like the eyes of men. The people rejoiced and sang of his promise, a song that has been repeated everyday to the present. From what I gather this is the most accurate of the written versions:

Resonating Passion in War and in Love
Orbits the World in a Brilliant Ray.
Yes, oh Yes sings the Morning Dove,
Great Towers the Fall and Evil Decay.
Bow down to the Great Creator's Bow,
In Twilight Nights or Storms of Snow.
Vibrant Promise crowns the Ark from Above.


Now that Eao was finished his messenger faded and clouds now filled the sky. From the animals that emerged from the vessel a handful of them approached Roch and the others. Slowly they arose from their fore legs and morphed back into the False Prophets they once were. Several were shocked by this but the leader showed he meant no harm. He introduced himself as Dareth and explained how he and his followers hid aboard the ship so they could achieve peace in the new world.

Roch and Dareth soon struck an agreement. The Beastmen would return to the continent of the west where they could live apart from the others. Such isolation would benefit the two. Dareth agreed but warned the elder that it would be difficult if their two races ever met. One always must dominate the other.

What of Roch's child you ask? Malia gave birth to a lovely baby boy which Roch named with the word that Eao had used, Genesus. With the wood from the vessel a city grew upon that mountain. The seven tribes of the world coexisted there peacefully. The children of the survivors lived to wed members of the other tribes and the eyes of all blended. They built vessels much like Roch's and sailed across the Miashona resettling it. The False Prophets took up the name of their leaders and became Dareth or as time twisted, Drath. The widowed tortoise bred with the serpent. The city upon the mount also became known as Genesus for that is where the new world began and the world lived in peace for a time.

So what occurred after the genesis? When the dawn of man passes and the world grows old, thus the Age of Heroes is foretold. But that, my friends, is a story for another day.

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From old threads spun a new age is born,
Woven as one, untangled untorn.
Myths were wrought and legends to behold,
Glory sought spawned folklore to be told.
Warriors whilst rise and darkness willst fail,
In times of lies, the truth shalt prevail.
Dawn hast passed, the world grows old,
Thus the Age of Heroes is foretold.


Chapter Ten
Phoenix and Mahlos


When the world was young and the first men and woman passed on, Eao escorted them into graces for they were innocent. When the corrupted fell Eao gazed into their souls and brought them up or sent them to Sinegratia where they would be tortured until the end of time. As Miashona grew in age and humans, the task of escorting evil souls to Sinegratia became difficult for Eao. The realm of torment, or Doloregna as the ancients referred to it, was designed to be as far from the grace as Eao as possible. Every time Eao reached to place a soul there, Sinegratia would repel.

This issue peaked during the great purge of the world when tens of thousands of corrupt souls came before Eao. At first the matter was simple, but as Eao dealt with human evil the gods and Perfects feared the Creator’s corruption. Only a tainted being should deal with defiled humans. After debating amongst themselves, the gods developed a plan much to the dissent of two of them. Once Eao agreed and they came to terms with their situation, Naux and Tormahr returned to the realm which they once created.

Now no two storytellers would agree on the precise composition of Sinegratia. Some compared it to living on the surface of the Light of Dei burning but not dying. Others compare it to the bottom of Oceus’ Body where it is dead silent; nothing to be seen or heard and your body being perpetually crushed by an unseen pressure. Despite this discrepancy, the common conception of Doloregna’s ambience is true. It is a foul, putrid, sordid, malodorous, malign, grievous, malefic, infernal place. Any goodness that descends into Sinegratia would be swallowed by the darkness instantly. There was nothing good beyond the Gates of Mahlos.

Ever since the Terahns had been spirited away from Miashona, Mahlos had been on guard at the twisted Gates of Sinegratia. Some say he is bound to the gates by the chains of sin he forged in the world while fewer believe that his position there was by choice. Nevertheless, he stood there perpetually as he was slowly defiled by the evil around him. His brothers and sisters mocked him from behind the gates. The Single Sentinel, or Vienas Vigilem, was what they called him. He was the Key. The Key out of their shackles so they could be free to reclaim the world.

On the darkest of days, Mahlos spotted the two gods of flame and darkness descend into his realm and approach the entrance. They explained the situation with the evil departed souls in need of an escort into Doloregna. Since Mahlos was outside of the gates but still bound to them, he was the ideal candidate. The Vienas Vigilem feared that in his absence the Terahns would find a way to escape. The gods soothed him through informing him that they designed Sinegratia to contain the primal Terahns and none of them were capable of escape. Eager to be freed from the vile voices that haunted him eternally, Mahlos agreed and left his watch post unguarded.

Unbeknownst to the gods, deep in the confines of the Gates of Mahlos, the Terahns had discovered their power to create new life. Alphos and Omegos, the first and the fourteenth Terahn molded, had spent centuries forming an army of offspring with the Terahnesses. These children of Terahns were christened Quohvin, as pronounced by the ancients meant “thorn in nature”. From the greatest evil the world had ever known was spawned Khaos, the King of Thorns. Khaos drove the Quohvin out of Doloregna and upon the heavens.

The task of escorting corrupt souls had to be put on hold as the gods did battle with the Quohvin. The elemental Terahns clashed with the monsters born of the essence of sin. The forces of Grace split the Quohvin from their bodies and sent their corpses across the cosmos. Seeing the great battle, the Perfects came to the aid of the gods and swarmed the creatures. Aside from The Great Tribute, Naux was bare.

Now that the gods were blind from the world, Khaos’ troops made their descent into Miashona. Those that had bodies dove out of the heavens and into the world. This spectacle many onlookers mistook for falling stars. When the Elemental gods learned of this, they became infuriated that these creatures now infested the world that had taken so long to create. But alas, they could do nothing directly for Eao had made a binding vow with the humans to not let the gods interfere with worldly affairs.

After they sent their Terahns to combat the Quohvins on the world, the gods encountered another problem. Khaos had creates four elemental fiends known as Archeors, which he had strategically placed around the world. When Hydros, Terahn of Seas, returned to reclaim the oceans, Cabri’rabici the Archess of Sky was there to thwart his waves. Seismos, Terahn of Stone, was charred by Abetrunic of Ashes. Pyros the Terahn of Combustion was quenched by Conzaga, Archaeor of Tides. Even Aerra’s own Galeos was helpless to the power of Macesroiling, Archaeor of Mountains. Once again the gods were at odds.

This time instead of confronting Eao, the Elementals and Celestials sought the help of his highest advisor; a Perfect whom I believe was once named Ix. Many conclude that Ix was the Perfect who had descended into Miashona to speak with the humans but this is irrelevant. Ix too was puzzled by the conundrum presented by the Quohvins but he had a solution. If the elemental gods were to each overshadow a human currently on Miashona. This way they would not interfere directly and would be able to combat Quohvins from afar. The gods agreed to this and sent their Perfects into the world to find worthy men and women.

In a small port town along the east continent there lived a young man and his bonny bride. The man spent much of his life at sea but the scarce time he did spend at home was spent entirely with his lovely wife. As most sailing love stories go, there was a great storm while the husband was seafaring and his ship never returned to the port where it had taken off. The bride never accepted the loss of her husband and went to the docks every day to await his nonexistent return. One winter afternoon she slipped off the dock and plummeted into the freezing sea to join her lover.

As Oceus’ Perfect Ci scoured the world for a suitable host, Ci discovered this girl and had pity on her. Faced with her incredible hope, Ci caught the girl named Krystell and presented her to Oceus. Once the god overtook her body, Krystell’s dark brown hair turned as white as ice and she grew gills with which she could breathe underwater. When she opened her glazed eyes she realized she had been given another chance to live and Oceus took care of her.

In an ancient mountain range, men labored Dei in and Dei out. The strong ones would break boulders off of the cliff sides and carry them down to the weaker ones who ground up the stone and sculpted it into bricks with which they built their homes. Out of the lot of workers there were two brothers; the older was a Stonemover and the younger a Claymaker. One day the two were on the mountainside when an avalanche struck and enormous, jagged rocks rained down on them.

For a time they were able to dodge the stones until one nearly crushed the younger brother. If his Stonemoving brother had not interceded he would have met his end right there. After the rock shower, the older brother realized the weight of the jagged boulder had broken both of his arms so now his younger brother, Maeston, had to be the one to move boulders. Maeston loathed this job; he was not born to perform such physical labors. But he remained tolerant and determined to complete the job to support his brother.

The Perfect of Earth, Ud, saw Maeston’s great strength not of body but of will. He anointed him in the name of Gorath. As Gorath overtook him his muscles bulged and his skin became as hard as stone. He became the greatest of the Stonemovers and Gorath was pleased.

As you may have noticed, the men and women were not the ideal heroes back in those days but instead they were quite improbable. To the north there was a settlement in a frozen land where people used timbers and flints religiously to keep themselves warm. Ignorant of its life-giving properties, one of these frozen folk detested flames. As a child he was caught in a flashover which left him burnt and scarred. Now in his middle ages he detested the menacing embers.

Despite this, the scarred man was one of their best hunters. Legend says he could hurdle a spear impale a snow tiger three leagues away. This power of character attracted Ek, Tormahr’s Perfect, who brought him to Tormahr one dark night. Tormahr turned his braying hair flame red and relieved him of his phobia. His name was Coyle and determination sparkled in his orange eyes.

Finally there was a poor girl who lived in a larger town. Her mother knew she would not amount to much so she gave her a strong name, Zephyra. Like her mother predicted Zephyra never a possession in the world and anything she did come across she would give to others. Aerra’s Perfect, Lo, was so impressed by her charity and humbleness that she was selected to be the vessel.

Her strait hair became wavy as she donned a dress that danced with the wind. Through Zephyra and the three others, the gods were able to oppose the infernal Archaeors. I still have yet to find any direct accounts of their confrontation but I do think this poet captured the event accurately:

The king of seas and tides doth cry
For his kingdom is now turned black.
The Four make mountains fall from the sky
And where they land the world doth crack.

Ashes rain down from the smoldering sun
And bury their master for he is now slain.
The Queen of Sky sleeps, the battle is won.
Our world and the heavens art united again.


Now that the world was free of the Archaeors, the Elemental Terahns returned to their he While many Quohvins still haunted Miashona, two had been captured in the heavens along with all of the Bodiless. They were brothers known as Churbrekk the three-headed canine and Roarnethh the giant wolf. Churbrekk was tamed and bound to the Gates of Doloregna alongside Mahlos while Roarnethh was kept as a pet to amuse the Elemental Terahns.

The Bodiless had been gathered but could not be contained. Their spirits would seep out of Sinegratia or if they were bound to the matter of Miashona, a human could release them. The gods decided to take the risk and had two Perfects imprison the Bodiless in a box of ivory. They would have given the case to one of the gods’ humans but they were occupied with the Quohvins. So the two Perfects, Od and Ar, ascended into Miashona to find another worthy human.

In a small frontier town there was an arrogant, salacious landlord. The landlord would make the farmers work long hours to maximize profit and while they were away he would violate their wives. The power that he held forced anyone to submit to his will and he could get away with essentially anything.

Now there was a particular couple Morvan and Ruth. As you might have guessed one day the landlord paid Ruth a visit but unlike the others she told her husband as soon as he arrived home. Morvan was appalled by the landlord’s actions and immediately left to confront him… but he never returned.

The concern of the townsfolk did not last long and soon rumors began to surface. The landlord claimed Ruth had “appealed” herself to him and that rumor quickly grew until all suspected Ruth committed sins of the flesh. They said horrible things about the widow behind her back and her once perfect life fell to pieces. But still she remained chaste despite anything said about her.

Od and Ar saw her great ability and found her worthy to guard the Ivory Chest. They appeared to her one Dei disguised as travelers. They told her that they had come from a higher power, gave her the box, and told her that the fate of the world lies within that chest so it must not be opened, no matter the cost. Ruth hesitantly agreed and in a flash the two Perfects were gone.

There was an indent in the foundation of Ruth’s home where she stored trinkets once exchanged between her and Morvan. She kept the box there and tried to forget about it, which was easier said than done. Could those two men simply be dishonest? Perhaps they were thieves and stole the chest. Then she denounced this for they looked so innocent so… otherworldly. A higher power? More powerful than the landlord? Maybe whatever was in that chest could help her being an end to him…

These thoughts haunted her every single Dei and every Naux she would hear the chest whispering to her on the other side of her house. She thought she would lose her mind. After much debate with herself, Ruth decided to take just a peek as to the contents of the Ivory Chest. Moving aside her love charms, she slowly raised the box and ever so gently cracked the lid open. Before she could react, the lid flew back and darkness poured out sending her across the room.

Some say that the evil that was bound to that chest blinded Ruth as soon as she saw it, but personally I believe she could see all the horrors that poured out of it. In the physical world, the Bodiless took on the form of evils and emotions so that humans could feel and see them. Strife, War, Ignorance, Eternity, Nightmare, Greed, Doom, and others emerged from their ivory chamber to plague mankind.

In a last ditch effort, Ruth tumbled across her home, seized the box, and slammed it shut leaving but one Bodiless inside: Deception. Time passed Ruth passed on but her body still cradled that chest never to let go. Legend has it that on her tombstone was carved the phrase “Th’ Ruth persists o’er Deception” in an ancient language which eventually evolved into “Truth prevails over Deception”.

The issue of who to escort corrupt souls to the afterlife still lingered and the gods debated it again. Assigning the role to Mahlos cost them deeply, but who could they send? Once more they sought the council of Ix but Ix did not know of a clean cut solution. A thought occurred to the Highest Perfect and knowing it would please Eao, he volunteered himself to attend to the souls of the departed. For Ix’s incredibly devotion, Eao gave him a snow-white robe which allowed him to change his form.

As Ix soared across the spirit realm as a bird with flaming feathers many came to refer to him as “Phoenix” which stuck with him as he was gradually corrupted by Doloregna. Now to bring an end to Khaos and the Quohvins humans would need more than just stone spears and clubs to defeat them. As the Fates would have it, it was time for a new, timeless weapon to be forged and unsheathed but that my friends is a story for another day.

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A new age had begun. Quohvins, beasts from the fires of Sinegratia, swarmed the world, the elemental gods took the forms of Perfect, Terahn, and recently Human and now the primal weapons of Miashona became obsolete. Yes, the time has come for a new implement of death, one that would ravage the world until the end of Dei. Born unto Miashona at this time was…

Chapter Eleven
The Forging of Mhyths


If you recall of the multitude of Quohvins and Bodiless, Quohvins without a physical form, only two were captured by the Terahns. One of the captured, Roarnethh, had the form of a colossal hunch-backed wolf with fur that smoldered like white coals and eyes to match. He claimed to be the strongest of his brothers, so strong that no mortal material could bind him. Not wanting to risk that his claim was true, the Elemental Terahns had to take turns physically retaining the wolfish beast. Soon the divinely-overshadowed beings grew tired of this so they struck a deal with Roarnethh.

Every Dei one of the elemental brothers would descend into Miashona and bring back a material to tie down the great wolf and see if he could free himself. Roarnethh agreed to this game so long as one of the Terahns would place their hand in the beast’s mouth as an assurance that they would not bind him permanently. Only Seismos, Gorath’s conceited Terahn, was willing to do so.

For a time they engaged in this game with the captive Quohvin but low and behold nothing could leash him. Neither belts of ice nor willow roots nor even lashes of flame could contain Roarnethh. It was time for the Terahns to take venturous measures. Revealing their situation to their lovely sister Galeos, Aerra’s Terahness, the brothers learned of a material stronger than anything else in Miashona: spider silk. But not just any spider silk, the silk from the Web of Destiny.

As the ancients believed, when the Bodiless were released from the Box of Ruth, they took up the forms of abstractions in the world. Five of the Bodiless took on the shape of Time, Eternity, Past, Present, and Future. The latter three became known as the Serpid or more commonly the Sisters of Destiny. Although they had countless titles from culture to culture I know them by their true names: Chevron, Cyclosa, and Morra. The Spinner, the Weaver, and the Castor. Chevron’Wanedheron spun the silk of fate, Cyclosa’Ginbenign wove the thread into the web of existence, and Morra’Meyceotto foresaw the loss of lives and cast off loose ends.

Ci and Ek, Perfects of Oceus and Tormahr respectfully, ventured to confront the three sisters in Destiny’s Burrow where the web resided. They requested the help of the Serpid and the trio decided to aid the Terahns under the pretense that a cluster of Perfects arranges themselves in the shape of the Destiny Sisters. The Perfects reluctantly agreed under the command of their superiors and the sisters started to create a concoction and began to chant.

Chevron:
Spin, Spin, the threads begin.
Stones burn and mountains grow thin.

A Bull’s Claw and a Wolf’s Wing,
A Falcon’s Paw and a Turtle’s Sting.
Men have killed men; what a bloody string!

A Tiger’s Fin and Antlers of Mare,
Talons of Lion and Eel’s Hair
As Fair as a Fowl for Foul is Fair.

Cyclosa:
Knot, Knot, an era is wrought.
Beasts are leashed, a practice is taught.

Boar Scales and Fox’s Eggs,
Spider’s Tails and Serpent Legs.
Vice breeds and now a god begs!

Morra:
Eagle’s Gills and Fire’s Tongue,
Bear Quills and a Fish’s Lung.
Venomous anguish is spun.

Twine, Twine, the rope is malign.
Agony and pain’s divine.
Hear the string sing like Brother Doom’s Bell!
The chain unravels this we foretell.


Such an incantation would surely lose its true meaning over time but for reasons I cannot fathom the translation is true to its source. The Serpid handed their thread over to Ci and Ek who in turn present it to the Terahns. Following the request, seven Perfects formed the shape of a spider in the heavens above Miashona.

With this supernatural silk, the Terahns played their game with Roarnethh one last time. As usual, the wolf was tied up but this time the thread would not snap despite all his strength. Realizing he had been trapped, Roarnethh shut his jaw like a guillotine severing Seismos’ hand. The Terahn let out a roar of pain as his echor poured from his wound and Miashona fissured. During the Great Quake, Roarnethh spat the Titan’s hand into a fault that formed and it became the subject of folklore. With the Leash of Fates the Elementals tethered the defeated beast in Sinegratia not unlike his brother, Churbrekk.

Now decapitated, Seismos did not wish to make do with only one hand so he appealed to Gorath to make him another. Unfortunately, Gorath was unable to assist for the materials that he needed were in Miashona and he could not interfere with the physical world again. Angered by this, Seismos took his two brothers, Hydros and Pyros, down into the world to create another hand for him.

Hidden within the mountains there was a small valley town known as Lacque that was rather excluded from the world. Due to its undersized population, occupations such as Stonemoving and Claymaking were ancient to them for all the houses needed were already built. So the people of Lacque selected other jobs; for example, Lestore, husband of Blume and father to Remma, herded sheep.

One day upon Mount Beroh, Lestore was watching his herd when the stones beneath his feet rumbled. Abandoning his sheep for a moment, Lestore followed the vibrations to the Cliffside where he stumbled into a cavern. Inside the natural chamber, he painfully rose to his feet and stood in awe at a magnificent sight, three giants with skin as course as a boulder arguing with one another. These Bouldermen did not take notice of the intruder and continued to fight over ores in the mountain.

Such angry giants would surely kill an intrusive mortal such as himself, so Lestore tried to creep away; however, once he put pressure on his injured leg the shepherd let out an involuntary yelp that echoed through the cave. The three Terahns noticed the human and Seismos scooped him up with his hand. Examining the man, they tried to talk to it but found that impossible for their tongues were very different. Pyros suggested they kill the intruder while Hydros thought they should see if he could help before deciding his fate. Seismos agreed with Oceus’ Terahn.

The moss-covered Boulderman pointed at the terrified Lestore with his free arm. When the sheepherder opened his disbelieving eyes, he could see the giant’s scabbed stump where his hand once was. Slowly Lestore was lowered towards a pile of rocks in the cavern and the primal being pointed towards the stones. Somehow, Lestore understood. The Boulderman wanted to make a new hand but had no knowledge of the mountain minerals. But the problem was, Lestore had no idea either.

For all his life, the sheepherder was just that. The only member of his family that worked with metal was his great grandfather whose iron shears had been passed down through generations. Lestore identified an iron ore in the pile and selected it for the Terahns. Instantly, all of the other ore in the pile turned to dust and only iron remained. Then Pyros picked up one of the stones and incinerated it leaving only slag dripping through his fingers. He grimaced at the human.

In a panic, Lestore looked across the cave and fortunately spotted a fallen Redbush in the corner. For mutton roasts, Redbushes made the best fuel so the sheepherd took the bush and showed the Bouldermen how to make charcoal. Impressed, Pyros ignited the charcoal without burning it as Lestore roasted the ore over the flame as he would a fattened lamb. When the iron was pure Seismos molded it in the shape of a hand and Hydros cooled the metal creation. When it was done Seismos placed it on his wrist and called it Steel. Grateful for the human’s help, the Terahns spared his life and returned to the heavens leaving him with a cave of ore. He was the first “Mhyth” which in the ancient language meant “Worker of Steel”.

Carrying as much as his weakened leg could manage, Lestore brought the ore down from Mount Beroh and attempted to repeat the Bouldermen’s process. After several tries he had recreated Steel. With this he soon smelted a hammer for molding, a staff for walking, and.. something else. When she was not nurturing Remma, His wife, Blume, would harvest grain from their neighbor’s field and her stone sickle had become dull. He had tried to create her a new one out of Steel, but the blade was impracticably strait. Nonetheless, he presented it to her and when she asked how he got it, he taught her the process of making Steel.

Around this time it was said that a monstrous Quohvin descended into the mountain range. Many storytellers argue over exactly what this creature looked like and honestly I am not sure myself. From what I gathered, it is said to have the head of a Viper, the body of a great Lizard with a frilled neck, the scales of a Chameleon, and the tail of a Scorpion. This monster was spotted stalking on the mountainside and various townsmen from Lacque took up stone arms to fight it. Lestore was not included in their numbers for he had come down with a bad illness. None returned.

The Quohvin appeared to the citizens of Lacque one night in their dreams. It introduced itself as Anguish and was enraged by their attempts to kill him. The monster made a bargain with them. They would sacrifice one young girl to him as a meal each Equinox or he would feast on the entire town. On the day that Dei and Naux were the same, the people sent a girl from a poor family into the slopes and she was never heard from again.

This went on for seasons upon seasons until eight years had passed. By this time Lestore had been claimed by the illness and the knowledge of Steel remained in only his wife. As the harvest equinox drew near, the townspeople distressed for there were no more poor girls left and the remaining girls were mostly married by now. The civilians soon considered sacrificing widows and of course turned to Blume.

Not wanting to see her mother delivered to her death, Remma spoke up and volunteered, not to be a sacrifice, but to kill Anguish. This made the elders laugh as they gave her a flint shield for protection. When Blume hear about her daughter’s eagerness, she burst into tears but no coercing could change Remma’s mind. Defeated, her mother gave her Lestore’s sickle for perhaps it was better in battle than in the field. Remma departed for Mount Beroh where the creature resided.

Anguish lurked. The beast had claimed the cave once used by Lestore and the Terahns and it was there that Remma found him. The Quohvin cackled at the sight of a girl dressed as a warrior hardly able to lift the sickle at her side. With his color changing scales, Anguish blended into the walls as it stalked its prey. Remma wasted no time and slashed her sickle at the flint shield. The dark cavern was alight with a shower of sparks. She did this again, saw the Quohvin’s shadow, and jabbed in his direction.

Pain erupted in Anguish’s side as the steel blade pierced his side. How was that weapon able to harm him? All of the warrior’s stone brands could not even penetrate his scales. This was no ordinary weapon. Becoming a blood red in color, Anguish flashed its collar and then pounced at Remma snapping its venomous fangs. Swiftly, Lestore’s daughter dodged these attacks by hiding in indents for she was much smaller than the Quohvin.

After some time musing over her situation, Remma emerged from her hiding spot only to be greeted by the Quohvin’s stinging tail. She raised her shield impulsively and it shattered into splinters save for one long shard. With her guard down, Anguish lunged in for another attack but clever Remma rammed her shield remains into his jaw, propping it open. In one fluid motion, Remma drove her father’s weapon into the roof of the monster’s mouth. Unable to remove the sickle from his mouth, Anguish fell onto the cavern floor and died.

Unfortunately, Remma did not leave the fight unscathed. When she thrust her weapon one of the Quohvin’s toxic fangs impaled her arm. She made her way back to Lacque where she told the townsfolk her story. They praised her mighty feat and her glory outlived her one thousand fold. The citizens marveled at her unique weapon and asked her mother to teach them the forging of Steel. This was also the last great feat of Blume for she died soon after from a broken heart. Legend lists Blume as the final victim of Anguish.

Eventually the workers of Steel, or Mhyths, departed their valley home to share the practice of making Steel with the world. As time passed “Lacque’s Mhyths” came to be twisted into the common term “Blacksmiths”. They built furnaces for smelting following the design of Blume and named them Bloomeries in a tribute to her. Of all the Forgings of Mhyths, Remma’s Sickle or as we know it now, the Sword, became the weapon of choice for most warriors. As for the other warriors, well that my friends is a story for another day.

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The Bodiless had been released and the Quohvin ran free. After the advent of the blade, men had the means to end these but as for the courage and the skill, that came with time. Not to mention some of the Quohvin couldn’t be attacked with such direct weapons and required a more indirect approach. Yes it is about time that…

Chapter Twelve
A New Arc is Drawn


Far to the east of the now bustling town of Lacque, a different type of civilization was being formed. Opposing the traditional stone housing, the people constructed their homes out of the flexible yew trees for they were abundant in the region. Primal Elk, Panthers, Coyotes, and Wolves were also numerous and would prey on the slower animals leaving few for the humans. Due to this hunters preferred ranging weapons and the element of surprise proved to be their greatest ally. They created the sling, which could hurl rocks at a longer distance, as would an extender arm. For larger game, they created the sling for flinging larger rocks, the Galohti. But this is not the tale of the Galohti.

In all the tales I have heard, the largest folk hero to come from the East was a man called Shu but his name was traditionally spelt Xu and I am not one to argue with tradition. Xu was revered as the fastest hunter the world had ever known. Legend has it that he was so swift with a sling that he could launch ten stones into the air before the first one hit the ground. Upon accomplishing this feat he was christened Xu’ten but he was to play a much larger role in history.

Due to his great speed, Xu’ten was a talented hunter; however, his guardian kept him busy. Orphaned at a young age, Xu was left in the custody of the farmer whom the villagers all called Old Nock. The old sodbuster had him working most of the Dei leaving little time to hunt before dusk. On one fateful Dei, Old Nock had Xu’ten working far too late and by the time he picked up his sling the other huntsmen were headed home with their dinner. But stubborn Xu’ten, was bent on hunting so he ventured into the forest after dusk alone.

It was an evening cold enough to make a stone shiver. Xu had been warned about hunting after Dei light for when he could no longer see prey, he could been seen as prey. The rustles of the woods began to play tricks on him and more then once he hurled a rock into an empty glade. When the Naux’s Tribute was high in the sky, Xu’ten’s stubbornness faded away and he decided to head back empty-handed. The only problem was he had become lost and had become prey.

Desperately trying to retrace his steps, Xu’ten spotted something in the darkness. A glowing pair of eyes. Xu could not seem to be able to tell what animal they were from, mainly because they were larger than any pair he had ever seen before. The eyes of a Midnight Jaguar. In a panic Xu’ten reached for his stone pouch but the stalking eyes were soon too close for comfort. Letting his pouch and ammo slip out of his hands, Xu made a mad dash away from the beast but he heard the Jaguar’s growls follow step for step and gaining. Xu’s speed wouldn’t be enough here.

He dove to the ground in an act of despair only to have his loose sling get tangled in the branches of a tree. Knowing the predator wasn’t far behind, Xu’ten frantically tried untangling his hand from the cord like game in a net. The Jaguar leaned back to pounce and in a last ditch effort, Xu ripped his hand free from the sling lost in the branches. Xu’ten covered his eyes so as not to look Death in the face and prolong his impending demise. But it did not come.

When the hunter looked to see what was delaying the great cat he was aghast to see the Jaguar’s corpse with eyes still glowing. Studying the black carcass, he understood. A sharp broken branch had impaled the beast in its heart. But where had it come from? He tried to determine the source of the branch and came across his sling mangled and still vibrating in the branches. Could his sling have flung that branch at the jaguar? No, branches didn’t fly so smooth in the air, only stones. Didn’t they?

Pondering this Xu’ten tried to lift the massive Midnight Jaguar but the beast was so large it would take four of the village’s strong man to even budge it. Still trembling, Xu removed the branch from their beast’s oozing heart and tried to get out of the forest. He did not encounter any other animals on his long trip home. Did they see what he did to that Jaguar? Did they now fear him? Every question imaginable ran through Xu’s head. Finally in the light of a new Dei, Xu’ten stumbled out of the forest and was soon aided by the residents of his village.

When he awoke after sleeping all morning, the hunter shared his unbelievable tale with the townsfolk. Youths such as Tip and Tab accepted it with vernal enthusiasm; however, Kyudo, the Cecho an ancient title which translates to “Mayor” was highly skeptical even after seeing Xu’s bloody branch. Even Xu’ten’s hunting buddy Riser called his friend’s narrative farfetched. The hunter would have shown the others the jaguar’s dead body, but it would be impossible to find the spot where he had gotten lost. Angered by this, Xu though of a way to make them all believe; he would recreate the weapon.

After driving two stakes into the ground, Xu used nails from the village’s Mhyth, Bracer, to pin down each end of the sling to a stake. He placed broken branches in the sling’s pouch, pulled them back and watched them fly off in random directions and land a few feet away. Flax or wool was usually used for making slings but these materials didn’t give Xu’ten the elasticity that he remembered. He experimented with different materials and finally decided that fibers from plants such as linen worked best. After whittling a flexible tree branch, he was ready to put his invention to the test.

The Light of Dei was fading and Xu’ten was preparing in Old Nock’s barn. He had tied the ends of his sling to both ends of his whittled tree branch and placed the ammo branch in the pouch and lined it to the left of the whittled branch. Pulling back the linen sling, Xu felt the branch tighten, shut his eyes, and released it. Instead of hearing the branch clatter against the barn wall, Xu’ten heard a twang and a thump. Opening his eyes he was amazed to see the ammo branch didn’t fly to the left as he expected but rather strait ahead and it penetrated the wall of the barn!

Running outside to retrieve his ammo, Xu came across a horrifying sight. Old Nock lay on the ground with the branch thrust into his neck. The look on the old sodbuster’s face told Xu’ten that he hadn’t even realized he was shot. Xu had to tell someone, but what was he going to say? Everyone in the village knew he had hated poor Old Nock more than anyone else, they would claim he murdered him to claim his farm. Faced with few choices, the hunter took his branch slinger and fled into the forest.

Early in his journey, he stumbled across the picked-clean skeleton of the jaguar that had sent him down this road. As a souvenir he shattered its skull and clamed the beast’s fangs. No one is quite sure how long Xu’ten spent spiraling in the forest. Storytellers argue over a period of time between a week and a few years so I would take the middle ground and say he traveled in the wilderness for a few months. After hunting animals with his sling and sleeping with one eye open, Xu noticed the trees grew further apart and the flat landscape ended.

Growing up in a hill-less farmland, Xu’ten could not believe the mountains when he saw them. How they grew from the ground yet touched the clouds kept him awestruck. Soon he began scaling the cliffs and after a while he became quite adept at it. Eventually, he found a mountain spring where he set up camp for the night. As the Dei ended, he looked out on the vast forest beneath him. Such an incredible sight and who knew it existed? No human beside himself was probably ever on these slopes. As soon as Xu turned around, he thought differently.

On the other side of the spring stood a figure with long ebony hair that flowed in the breeze. The dress she wore seemed to be the finest silk but shimmered in a way Xu’ten had never seen. The girl in the white dress was looking at the landscape below just as he had been but her presence was not what sent Xu dashing to his camp. On the overlooking cliff stood a Bighorn Ram upset to find his drinking spot crowded. In a moment the Ram was charging towards the girl who didn’t seem to notice the beast presence.

Xu scrambled through his belongings. His sling was loaded in an instant as he sent a stone soaring at the charging Ram. It clattered against one of the beast’s overgrown horns and in a flash his smoldering eyes were flying at the hunter. With his natural grace, Xu’ten leapt out of the Ram’s path but unfortunately found himself between the Ram and the girl. He scanned the ground around him and spotted his branch slinger. Seizing his inborn speed, Xu scraped the device off the cliffside, loaded a branch, and loosed it at the beast. The shaft struck the Ram in its rage-filled eye and it crashed into the ground.

Xu’ten jumped when he heard a break in the silence and was embarrassed to discover it was the girl clapping. She told him she had never seen that kind of speed, not even from the Archaeor of Ashes. Confused by this Xu askedwho she was but the girl in the white dress was persistent to learn about his weapon. She asked how could a branch glide across the sky as if it were a bird and Xu responded by explaining and demonstrating his invention. The girl claimed to be impressed but tired and before Xu’ten could say differently, she was asleep in his camp. The next morning Xu awoke to find himself alone on the windy slope.

He searched all around the spring but the girl in the white dress was nowhere to be seen. That night as the sun set, he went to the spring for a drink when he saw her again but this time with a bulky man. The other seemed to have skin hard as a boulder and more muscle than three men would have. Xu asked the girl where she had gone but before he knew it she was asking about his device again. Bewildered, Xu’ten explained he branch slinger and the materials he used to make it to the two of them.

The bulky man seemed especially interested in the invention and asked to borrow it for a time. Xu’ten was not eager to part with his invention, but he agreed so long as he could spend a night with the girl in the white dress alone and he would receive proper payment for his branch slinger. The stone-skinned man let out a hardy laugh and they agreed. That night, Xu’ten realized that he had great feelings for the girl he hardly knew and she felt the same. This upset the girl because she said they couldn’t be together during the Dei. Xu hardly believed her but savored the Naux and the following Dei she had vanished like before.

Unlike before, the hunter awoke to the rustle of leaves in the breeze as he noticed the spring had become a forest. Out of the cliffstone grew trees and plants but specifically the ones he had mentioned to the man and woman earlier. With the Yews and Willows he began creating a new branch slinger to surpass the old one. By Dei, Xu’ten worked on improving his Fulven, “Hunter’s Thunderbolt”, and by Naux, he would spend time with his lover who finally introduced herself as Windlass. Before he knew it, a century had passed.

Xu’s Fulven evolved over his time on the mountain. It’s body became more curved and soon had a separation between handle and arms. Instead of a sling he used a fine, thin string capable of withstanding great strain. His ammo improved, too. After watching Hawks and Eagles in flight he gathered up feathers and bound them to shafts so the branches would soar across the sky like birds of prey. To increase their effectiveness, he carved points out of stone, used bird talons, or used jaguar teeth and bound them to the other side of the shaft. Soon he was able to kill a Mountain Lion on another cliff seconds after he had drawn his Fulven.

Windlass bore Xu a son, Tiller, and Xu’ten loved him with all his heart. He designed a shorter Fulven for him and when he was old enough the two went hunting all the time. But one Naux, Windlass came to him troubled. She said they could no longer be together for she they were of different worlds. He did not know what she meant but not negotiating would get her to change her mind. Windlass told him of great turmoil in Irsbo, his home village, and he would have to be the one to save them from a prideful overlord that wished to rule all the land in the east. His name was Vane. Before she left, Xu’ten asked to see her again one night. She told him to look at the night sky and the wind will always be with him.

The next Dei, Xu’ten and Tiller set out for Xu’s old village hunting and foraging along the way. In a few months time they arrived to find much had changed. The prices on produce, livestock, and everything had gone up for the people were desperately paying taxes to Vane. The Cecho Daikyu, son of Kyudo, had little say in the matters of Irsbo, Bracer was old and gray but still working as a Mhyth with his muscular apprentice Tab, and Tip found herself busy with a couple of tottering infants. Luckily none of them recognized him.

There was only one man he could trust, but where could he find Riser? The rumors in Irsbo told him that Vane himself was in town so the aged hunter must be incredibly cautious. In a stroke of fortune, Xu’s old companion entered the tavern he was staying at and Xu’ten managed to pull Riser aside and reveal himself. The shock soon vanished from Riser’s face and he listened intently to his friend’s story. Xu then spoke of sparking a rebellion against this Vane, which Riser promised to sleep on. They agreed to meet the following Dei.

Riser met with Xu and Tiller at the center of town unarmed. Riser told them that he gathered the townsfolk in the common room of theYabusame Inn for the rebellion and their foreign weapons might turn them off to the idea. Following his old friend, Xu’ten found himself in the Inn’s common room but not with who he expected. He and Tiller were instantly bound. The man in the common room wore gauntlets, boots, and an overcoat all of black leather and embroidered with had a pointed beard that matched his neat golden locks. He had an ever-present smirk on his face and his eyes shone with a violet tint. The eyes of a Midnight Jaguar. The eyes of Vane.

Vane walked in powerful strides and each step made Xu tenser. His clean features reminded the hunter of how rugged he probably looked. If the townsfolk had to choose the righteous one between them he was sure he’d loose. Vane arrested them on accounts of murder and rebellion as reported to him by his esteemed counterpart, Riser. As a punishment for Xu’s crimes, Xu’ten would have to bind his son to a stone and toss him into the river.

Unwilling to drown his son, Xu’ten proposed a different punishment. He claimed to have with him a barbaric tool that is thrice as deadly as a sling and not nearly as accurate. They should have Tiller place a ripe melon on his head and Xu will attempt to shoot it off. Vane agreed but insisted that they instead use a shriveled apple, a fruit not known to the region. Riser escorted the hunter to his room where he grabbed his Fulven and not one but two ammo branches. Two jaguar-fang-tipped ammo branches.

Xu’ten stood in the center of town surrounded by the people he grew up with and Vane’s guards. He looked at his quivering son trying to balance the lumpy withered fruit on his head. Xu’s hands wouldn’t stop shaking but he drew his weapon back anyway. After a deep sigh, he loosed the toothed branch and a favorable wind sent it directly into the apple, splitting it in two. The two halves fell to the ground and Tiller ran to embrace his father. Vane clapped at his success but remarked on the second branch on Xu’s belt. Xu’ten said if he had killed Tiller than that one was for Vane.

Infuriated, Vane sent his men to apprehend Xu but the speedy hunter and his son were soon ducking into the crowd. In all the thrashing and grabbing, the turncoat Riser had seized Xu’ten’s Fulven and abruptly snapped it over his knee. Xu’ten and Tiller found refuge with Tab at the Mhyth’s shop. In the middle of their panic they heard a clutter come from the stone fireplace. Xu’ten checked it and miraculously saw his first branch slinger.

He grabbed it and ascended the stone chimney to the roof and from the roof he took aim at Riser. Xu loosed his branch and watched it dance in the wind as it flew through Riser’s head and into Vane’s heart. The traitor and the overlord fell and their men dispersed. Irsbo was free once again.

Now this long tale is not quite over yet. It is said that when Xu grew old he whispered to the wind of how much he missed Windlass. He said that he would do anything to see her again for just a Naux. Aerra heard these words and sent them on to her human Zephyra who too missed her mortal lover. So Zephyra met with Maeston, Lo, and Ix and the settled on an agreement. When Xu’ten died Ix would take him to live with the Perfects in the heavens and once a year the two would meet in a celestial breeze. For many years that night was celebrated as “The Night of the Covenant” or “The Night of Winds”.

In the rest of Xu’ten’s life he taught the people of Irsbo how to create a Fulven like his own. The people praised him as a hero and composed great ballads, which changed over time. For example:

March Irsbo! March Irsbo! Hail the king of the air!
Oh, March Irsbo! March Irsbo! Xu’ten crown the sky!


Became:

Archer’s Bow! Archer’s Bow! Hail the king of the arrow!
Archer’s Bow! Archer’s Bow! Shootin’ down the sky!


The people of Irsbo became Bowers, Fletchers, and spread their practices across the world. And ever Night of Winds the townsfolk sang around the great apple tree of mighty Xu’ten. The bow and arrow became the long-range weapon of choice but there were some that wanted a weapon more supernatural. But that my friends is a story for another day.

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Now that they wielded weapons forged of Earth and Air, man had taken the upper hand in the struggle against the Quohvins; however, it was still not enough to overcome their monstrous adversaries. The gods soon learned that they would have to bestow humankind with the greatest powers in the world: their own. Under them, a different evil was born in the world, an evil known as…

Chapter 13
The Might of Humanity


From the depths of Destiny's Burrow emerged a foreboding prophecy. Typically the gods would turn their ears from such infernal divinations from Doloregna, but the seven Perfects that formed the Spider resonated the prophecy across the heavens. The Sisters of Destiny spun an omen that sounded something along the lines of:

Chevron:
The gods turn a blind eye to our troubled pleas,
They only listen when they writhe and sweat.
Let us spin to bring them to their knees,
And weave a tangle they won't soon forget.


Cylcosa:
Our kin create havoc across creation
Unmatched by whom the gods have chose!
Our captors think mortals can cleanse destruction,
With only their earthbound blades and bows!


Morra:
To man, the gods must allot their might,
else the world will be but a loss.
One will rise above while many fight,
And one will give birth to chaos.


Their foretelling troubled the Elementals for though they dwelt in Sinegratia, the Serpid possess an omnipotent ability unseen in any being other than Eao. How could they give their abilities of altering the world to man? The Tower of Barson had taught them the earth-born desire to usurp the gods and from the Box of Ruth they learned how easily humans fall to temptation. Ignoring the prophecy, that combination alone would tear the world apart.

After consulting with the gods' humans especially Zephyra who had spent years in the presence of Xu'ten, the Elementals soon developed a surefire plan to introduce their power to humanity. Once again they sent their Perfects into the world to find a human to do their bidding. The Perfects found one in a land once inhabited by the People of Earth and his name was Maj.

The men and women that inhabited the Land of Shifting Earth, were much different than their ancestors. Opposing a nomadic lifestyle, groups of people flocked around fruitful oases that freckled the land the ancients called Harena. Under the heat of Dei they wrapped themselves in furs and linen and under Naux they flourished with trade and festivities. Although a cultural norm, their celebrations were scandalous to say the least. They built deep chambers in the loose soil that were used from everything to food storage to sacred graves of monarchs. The monarchs were known as Sulreces and each Sulrex filled his court with concubines. It was surprising that the gods found their hero in these conditions.

Don't get me mistaken, Maj was by no means a saint like some of the gods' humans. Raised on the brink of poverty, Maj was exposed to the corruption that the world contains at a young age. His mother was a previous courtesan to the Sulrex and his birth forced her flight into the town traders called Grit in fear for the life of her son. With no trade or talents beyond those exhibited in the Sulrex’s court, Maj’s mother was unable to make a living to support the two of them, so she gave what little money she had to her son when he was old enough and pushed him into the world alone.

Spending his petty funds on an old dagger, Maj was forced into a life of crime spent hiding in the shadows of Naux trying to make ends meet. Daily he would have to prod, threaten, and menace enough money for a meal out of unexpected civilians until he became lost in his shady business. But where humans see a lost cause, the gods see a fresh opportunity.

One Dei, two poor men wandered into town cloaked in the dress of a faraway land. The merchants of Grit knew they were poor for they carried no baggage or accessories apart from the clothes on their back. Such status repelled most mongers and thieves but Maj was too hungry to take any chances. He pulled his dagger on them and demanded they give him their money but the two strangers claimed they had none. They spoke of their small camp outside the town and invited him to dine with them that evening.

Maj was dumbstruck by their offer. He had never been offered a meal, nevertheless by someone he threatened. Something clicked inside of Maj and to his surprise he sheathed his dagger and agreed to accompany them.

Outside of Grit, the two travelers led Maj into a sandstorm which which was a soft and comforting as a cloud. In the haze, he came across what could only be described as a stairway made of glass instead of wood. It spiraled so high that Maj believed it to be connected to the Light of Dei. The two strangers began to ascend the great stairway and as soon as Maj placed his foot on it, his vision blurred to a pure white and time seemed to freeze for a while.

Legend says when Maj came to, he was in an endless chamber that was brighter than the Light of Dei but miraculously he could still see. He was surrounded by twelve pedestals most of which were empty save four. Atop those four stood the two strangers he had followed, a man with skin like stone and another with angry orange eyes, and two woman one whose face was young but hair was white and another with hair that danced in an endless gust.

The humans of the gods welcomed him to the Vault of Heaven for he had been chosen for a grave undertaking. They told Maj how he was selected not on character but for his spirit, potential, and faith. Then the gods offered the mortal a choice. He could return to his life as he had been with his lone dagger struggling to survive, or as the middleman, or prophet, in a pact with the gods and mankind that would result in almighty power to him at the cost of his unspeakable destruction. Ignorant to his foreseen agony, Maj agreed to the latter.

Then the humans on the pedestals along with voices unseen that were both as quiet as a falling star and as loud as an earthquake spoke to him two ancient phrases of power. What the phrases were exactly no one knows, and best that they don’t for they were two phrases with enough power to obliterate the universe and ignite it again. My best guess would be the first phrase is the true names of the seven gods: Oceus, Gorath, Tormahr, Aerra, Dei, Naux, and Eao and the second phrase is for the seven tribes after The Tower of Barson that we know as the Ferox, Notitus, People of Earth, Trioists, People of Blue Eyes, Layurix, and Blood-eyed People. The two phrases are known as simply The Spell of Creation and The Spell of Destruction.

Entrusted with the fourteen Words of Power, Maj was given three very important guidelines by the gods’ humans. Firstly, they had placed a fail-safe on the Spells so that if anyone were to attempt to rival the power of the gods and call on both at once then they would be ripped out of the Fabric of Existence and trapped in oblivion. Secondly, he did not have power over death and could not return the deceased to life for that was the domain of the Phoenix. And finally, he could not use his abilities to make himself immortal thus forcing him to make the most out of a finite life and pass on his powers. When they finished, Maj became disoriented in another flash and when he came too, the prophet was lying in a bed of sand.

Any attempts to disregard the events that had occurred as a mirage were quickly dismissed after Maj had spoken the first seven words that came out of his lips. The hot sand beneath him became a refreshing oasis when he spoke the Spell of Creation and the prophet was astonished both by his ability and his reflection. His once dark hair had become as white as salt which emphasized his now golden eyes. He had seen what no mortal should.

It’s not quite clear how long Maj stayed in that oasis. Some storytellers believed he built a home there and stayed until he perfected his powers. Others never mention the oasis twice. Disregarding any confusion, eventually Maj left his point of revelation and returned to Grit as a new person.

Many did not recognize the once thief physically and his actions made him seem a different person entirely. The prophet used his god given gifts to craft a good name for himself. He awoken the stagnant oasis at the heart of Grit and carved great channels to send it’s fish-filled waters across the town. The living legend was hailed for his miracles and the people of Harena made many pilgrimages to seek his counsel.

The gods were not pleased when they saw this. A human with the power of a god will think himself a god. Before the Elementals could retrieve their gift, a Terahn was said to have convinced them otherwise. Aerra’s Terahness, Galeos, recalled her ancient conflict with Salthos and proposed a universal solution to bring a man down to earth: a wife.

Aerra sent her Perfect Lo across the world to seek the aid of one of the Bodiless, Quohvins that lost their physical forms in the battle with the gods. While many of them took on the forms of earthly vices such as War and Strife, some took the roles of abstractions. They say in the Heart of the World, Lo found whom he searched for the Bodiless of Love, Rosé. After little negotiation, Rosé agreed to help the gods soften their prophet.

A unusually fierce sandstorm blew a group of travelers into Grit including a woman with hair as black as Naux with midnight blue eyes to match. She had a strong heart but her will was even stronger. When she crossed paths with Maj, the prophet was struck with a maddening love for her but the more he advanced the more she pulled away. He tried to crate her a magnificent garden or a storm that rained rose pedals but neither impressed her. It wasn’t until Maj took them to a hillside near grit where they watched sunset and sparkling Perfects that Aliva returned her love for him and his humble display of affection..

The two were married on that hill and they were happy for a time. Aliva gave birth to a strong son whom they named Alb and two twin daughters, Ele and Mys. Now by the twins’ birth, Maj had cut back on flaunting his abilities but he had developed a desire to dazzle his children. When Alb had reached the Age of Understanding, Maj showed him a trick where he would toss his son ball of light which would explode in a burst of sparks. To his surprise, when Maj performed this the ball did not explode, rather remained solid as Alb caught it in his hands.

Further experimentation led Maj to the conclusion that his son had inherited his gift for supernatural manipulation. All of his children had; although, the ability differed between them. While Alb had an affinity towards practices of light, Mys’ exceeded in supernaturally altering existence and Ele had a seemingly uncontrollable over the forces of nature. Maj taught them to use their abilities for the good of others.

As he aged, Maj knew it would be his children that would carry on his practices so he used the Spell of Creation to weave the energies of the world so that key phrases would trigger the release of the Spells. He recorded all of them in a compendium which he passed onto Alb making his son the first Keeper of the Tome. In addition, Alb was verbally entrusted with the Spell of Creation. Maj intended to take the Spell of Destruction to the grave. That was until the Plague of Desolation.

An infestation. Speculation attributes it to the Quohvins but there is no evidence. Vermin, Locus, Maggots, Illness, Infection, Disease, or something else entirely no two storytellers knew for certain and neither did the people of the time. When Maj learned of the plague he tried to protect his fellow man but the prophet was unable to track down the source of the suffering. His blood kept himself and his family immune while Grit suffered even though he cleansed as many as he could.

Then came a request of imperial importance. The Sulrex of Ishen sent his fastest messenger to Maj with a mortal plea. The Sulrex’s royal daughter, his singular heir, had fallen ill will the Desolate Plague and needed to be healed. Maj couldn’t ignore his superior so he trusted Alb to look over their family as he made haste for Ishen.

Maj was able to heal the Sulrex’s daughter but at a tragic cost. He received word from his son that Aliva had been infected as soon as he left for Ishen. Despite all the knowledge in the Tome, Alb was unable to destroy the disease and heal his mother. Worse, Grit had been hit with the second wave of the Plague: Madness. The people attributed the plague to Maj and his family and created a riot which soon destroyed the entire town. Ele was separated from them in the insanity, but Alb was able to deliver Mys to the safety of a monastery. Unwilling to face his father with the bad news, Alb he exiled himself into the wilderness.

The news struck the prophet hard. He had spent his life raising a family to protect mankind but he couldn’t even protect them. Maj cursed the gods for leading him into this catastrophe. The gods themselves did not agree with how events had unfolded either. The Plague had roots even deeper then they could reach. Unfortunately, the worst had yet to come.

Back in the Heart of the World, while Rosé wept over the loss of the love she created, her twin brother, Soré, had created a different agenda. Also known as Saro, the Bodiless of Lust, Soré had grown jealous over the gods attention towards his sister and had plotted against them and their prophet.

Under Soré, the Sulrex’s daughter, Leyla entered a salacious trance and fell dangerously in love with Maj. After saving her life, Maj was appointed Grand Sorcer, an ancient title meaning “Adviser”, to the Sulrex. With him so close to her father, Leyla took the opportunity to flirt with the prophet as much as possible. If Maj could grant her a son that posses his father’s abilities, then she would give birth to the most powerful ruler the world had ever seen. Eager to fill the gaping hole in his life, Maj accepted her advances envisioning a new life with a new love.

Unbeknownst to the Sulrex and Maj, Leyla had become pregnant with Maj’s child and was deftly able to hide her pregnancy from the two of them. In secret she gave birth with the aid of her midwife, Silva, to a sound son she named Ater. Just as she suspected, Ater possessed his father’s gifts and she gave him to Silva to raise as she would a Sulrex. Driven by lust, Leya came to bear two more children: another son Aeth and a sightless daughter Orra.

Eventually Silva became angered with Leyla for forcing her to solely take care of her children. She wanted vengeance and knew just how to get it. According to legend, in Maj’s old age he became blind either genetically or as a delayed effect of his encounter with the gods. Taking advantage of this, Silva came to him under the guise of Leyla. To spite her, Silva slept with her lady’s lover before fleeing from Ishen.

When the Sulrex died and Leyla took the throne, Ater became impatience. The evil that had manipulated his mother had been reborn in him. With his abilities over darkness he successfully drugged the blind Maj and stole the Spell of Destruction from his memory. With it, the old prophet and his mother vanished in a flash of blood and he became Sulrex. His sister Orra had developed a valuable skill for foresight so he kept her close to him under lock and key. His brother Aeth who has prowess in manipulating the unseen became his Sorcer and Ater’s corruption spread across Harena.

Now Alb, Maj’s first son, had spent years in the wilderness achieving inner peace. After struggling to cope with the split in his family, he knew that with his potential he could achieve greatness. Studying his father’s book deeply he was able to create a thorough enchantment which cleansed Harena from the plague. Along with other feats, Alb attracted a group of disciples who he embedded with his magical ability. When he finally reached peace of mind, Alb traveled a great distance to Ishen along with the Order of Luminance to seek his father’s forgiveness.

In Ishen, Ater was putting together a great army to conquer existence as well as a group of deadly apprentices that he infused with his power. He created a spell of his own; one that would bind another being to do his will, the Spell of Loyalty. With this he bound his apprentices, the Chained as history called them.

Upon arriving in the capital, Alb saw the corruption of the Sulrex firsthand and he was not pleased. How could his father let such a thing happen? In the palace he came face to face with Ater and the two of them shared a few words. Ater admitted to killing his mother for her position and his father for his power which he demonstrated by ripping his palace in half. Alb knew only one power could have wrought that endeavor: The power of his father. The power of their father.

Furious over the mutilation of Maj, Alb lashed out at his half-brother binding him with rays of light. His demonstration showed Ater that they were of the same blood. So Ater along with the Chained and Alb along with the Order of Luminance fought each other. The gods turned away for it was the conflict that was destined to happen. It was called the Massacre of Ishen, the Day It Rained Blood, but I prefer the title the Battle of Brothers.

Ishen was engulfed in burst of light and darkness that rivaled Dei and Naux. Shadow devoured light which emerged brighter than ever only to be swallowed again by darkness. Ater’s armies were struck blind and mad as they began slaughtering themselves. Thunder that made Gorath quake was heard at the ends of Harena. The very fabric of existence began to tear.

Ater and Alb found themselves alone and engaged in a stalemate. Anything the older son could create with the Spell of Creation, the younger son obliterated with the Spell of Destruction. This could have gone on for eons if it hadn’t been for the intervention of an anomaly. His coming had been foretold by the Serpid and his appearance announced the end of the conflict. His name faded with time; although, according to his purpose he was Grayson, the son of Maj and Silva. The third brother.

Grayson’s abilities were different than his brothers. They were not quite good and neither were they evil rather the silver lining between the two. His presence unbalanced the warring brothers and they rallied their power against him. And as Alb spoke the Spell of Creation and Ater spoke the Spell of Destruction the two were torn from Miashona and ripped out of existence.

The Land of Shifting Earth repaired itself after that. Aeth became the new Sulrex and swore to lead Harena into a new age of righteousness. He offered his half-brother position as Sorcer new city-state of Eurr which Grayson declined for the duty as the Keeper of the Tome and Guardian of the Spells. After being separated from her family, Ele had found herself lost in the wilderness where she became one with nature and her unique abilities were seeped into the world.

Mys passed down her practices to members of the monastery who became regarded as High Priestesses and Orra free from her brother’s corruption also spread her manipulation of time to many students. Maj of Ishen’s practice became known as The Art of Majic and the powers of the gods became the might of humanity. The world had set the stage for what ages worth of storytellers call the First Great Adventure. But that my friends is a story for another day.

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Before tongues were written, there was an era known as the Age of Heroes where man did battle with demons and the gods wore flesh. After the malevolent Terahns, the original inhabitants of the world, were cast into the fires of Sinegratia by Eao, god of the gods, their spawn seeped out of the darkness and tried to take back the planet. Unwilling to disrupt the frontier now possessed by humans, the gods wore flesh and walked among them. They gave mankind steel and their own power to fight the Quohvins, the children of the Terahns. It was in this time that a great quest was made, one that changed the course of the world. Legend calls it the Loranautica and it was lead not by a god but a mortal. The son of a farmer.

Orson and the Loranauts
The Quest of the Silvern Cuirass

Chapter Fourteen

The Voyage Begins


The tale begins at Genesus, the Capital of the World, where man began anew. Under the reign of King Ophear, two sons were born into the royal House of Roch, the elder Orren and the younger Arahn. Ophear decided to split the city among his two heirs; however, Arahn hungered for more. Upon the untimely death of their father, Arahn grieved for a day before wedding his mother and ordering his brother to be executed. Orren was forced to take flight into the Plains of the East and with few possessions to sell he entered a life of labor tilling fields. The lost heir found a wife and had a son whom he told his legacy.

Throughout his childhood, Orson was fed tales of great warriors as well as the duplicity of his vile uncle. By Dei, he worked and trained with his father so that he also may one day become a great warrior of legend and by Naux, Orren fed him tales of marvelous heroes and monstrous Quohvins. One in particular was of the colossus Doran, known as the Exiled.

Legend said Doran stood taller than any man and was said to be strong enough to push mountains. He was a mighty austringer and commanded the giant Hawk, Amaal, whose wings extended thirty feet wide. Unlike his siblings, Doran was banished from Sinegratia for stealing silk from the Web of Destiny. He wore the silk woven as a cuirass so that the fates might not touch him and he would live forever; however, angered by his theft, the Destiny Sisters foresaw his humiliating defeat at the hands of a mortal boy.

Blinded by the allure of greatness, Orson left his home at age fifteen to find and kill Doran. Orren was reluctant at first, but trusting the prophecy he allowed him to go. Without any weapons, Orson armed himself with only a stave consisting of one large stick attached to a shorter by a small chain. This tool known as a husking flail was used to separate the grain from their husks yet he took it into battle. For two years he tracked down the Quohvin training the whole time.

They say Orson found Doran in the Vale of Ahyell where he had Amaal prey on Cattle like they were Mice. The giant was just as fearsome as the tales had described. Doran stood nearly nine feet and he was coated in bronze armor from his helm to his greaves save his silvern cuirass. Perched on his gauntlet was his deadly Hawk with feathers as black as night and eyes that glowed like the moon. Orson had studied his enemies for a long time and knew that Doran’s strength and size left him slow.

Orson wasted no time with words. Flail in hand; he sprinted out of the underbrush into the clearing where the Quovhin hunted. It didn’t take long for Doran to spot him and when he did Amaal took to the sky. The monstrous bird of prey soared across the clearing each flap of his wings sounded like a thunderclap. Without missing a step, Orson dove forward when the giant Hawk’s talons came for him and deftly missed the raptor.

Despite his pet’s failure, Doran laughed a booming laugh which shook the surrounding mountains. He hefted his enormous spear in the air and lunged at the approaching Orson. The son of Orren spun away from the hefty lance and was finally close enough to the giant. In one fluid motion Orson swung his flail behind Doran’s greaves shattering the Quohvin’s knee from behind. The clatter of his spear scared the birds from their nests. The Exiled fell facedown and from his belt Orson took his dagger, the size of a regular man’s sword, and decapitated the giant.

From the corpse of Doran, the boy removed the fabled silvern cuirass which shimmered like the stars. In his awe Orson had neglected Amaal who had become enraged at the death of his master. Now the winged beast soared across the vale determined not to miss his prey this time. Just as hope faded from the young hero, one of the mighty Hawk’s moon colored eyes was studded by a black arrow. It let out an earsplitting cry but hardly faltered in its flight. Taking advantage of the beast’s moment of weakness, Orson dove into the Hawk’s new blind spot as fast as he could but Amaal’s mighty talons hooked the silvern cuirass and carried it off into the horizon.

Remembering the arrow that saved his life, the boy turned towards the edge of the clearing where he saw a young man not much older than himself draped in a blue cloak with a quiver on his back and a longbow in his hand. When Orson approached him he introduced himself as Arius, Bowmaster. Arius said he had been tracking Stag when Doran began hunting in the plain and he hid in the trees for fear of his life; however, when he saw a boy kill the giant so easily the archer’s dread subsided and he ran to Orson’s aid. He claimed his grandfather was the son of the goddess of wind and none alive could loose an arrow as fast as he. After a demonstration, Orson asked him to join him in hunting down Amaal which the yeoman accepted.

Upon the giant’s spear, Orson hung Doran’s massive head and wherever the two went they spoke of Orson’s magnificent victory. Whenever someone doubted their tale, the son of Orren unsheathed the Quohvin’s dagger, which became known as the Sword of Doran, and all eyes were open. They traced the flight of the thunderous Hawk, and many warriors picked up their weapons and followed Orson in his quest for glory. Those followers became known as the greatest heroes that ever lived.

There was Kentt of Lacque who was a champion with the blade. In his grasp any sword of any size fluttered like a Hummingbird’s wings. By his own hand he killed all of his family and loved ones to truly remove all weaknesses from the eyes of his enemies. It was said Kentt was the one that taught Orson how to fight with a sword.

Simeon the Good was said to have been one of the Chained, a league of men lost in dark arts, when he single-handedly killed all the men, women, and children of a large village. Stricken with an endless grief, Simeon used the last of his vile powers to bind the Quohvin called Pestilence to the Stones of Irsbo. In his penance, he lived a life of solitude in Harena achieving mastery of self defense as he swore to use his abilities for the good of man. He too joined Orson.

The strongest follower was Gabrian whom led a brigade of warriors known as The Faultless. Together they had fought and defeated several of the Terahn spawn on their own and they too wished to be remembered forever. Their leader’s grip was said to be so strong that he could turn ore into steel.

More cunning than a fox, Wynn the Swift, master thief, joined them too. Anything that shimmered drew him like a moth to flame. They said he would steal the moon and the stars from the sky if he was close enough. Although many heroes called him inferior, Wynn could easily outsmart any warrior to the point of anger and he could dodge their weapons when they became angry.

Of all the warriors, the few that knew how to swim were no match for the likes of Nyles. His great skill was said to have come from his father who had studied Dolphins flying through the ocean. It was said that he could swim faster than any fish in the sea let alone any other man.

With them travelled Baroqus, a musician uncommon to the world back then. The man claimed his great skill came from learning the whistle of the wind, the motion of the sea, the rumble of earth, and the sound of a flame. His voice was so beautiful that he could soothe wild beast to sleep and his company brightened the bunch of misfits.

Also of note were Fortes and Valentes, twin princes from the East. When their elder brother took the throne they ventured out in search of their own legacy. Both were equals when it came to the blade; however, Fortes was a master of herbs and ointments while Valentes dabbled in poisons.

The lot of them and many others pursued Amaal to the ends of the world when he flew off into the lands known as the Forgotten Isles from which no man has returned. In order for them to reach the great Hawk they would need a craft large enough to hold them, light enough to float on the ocean, yet strong enough to endure the mighty waves. The construction of such a craft would be costly, but Orson knew where he could get proper funds. Genesus.

At the Capital, Arahn had grown old and intended to pass his crown down to his son, Celius. What troubled him was that a Daughter of Orra in his court foretold that he would lose his crown to the man with a husking flail and the sword of a giant. Arahn convinced himself that such a man couldn’t exist until Orson entered Genesus. The now young man led a small army of elite warriors, a clear threat to himself. The king dispatched his finest forces to slay the man with the sword and flail but Orson and his men easily killed every soldier Arahn threw at them.

Furious at being attacked in the city, his inheritance by blood, Orson approached his king uncle and demanded what was rightfully his so he could continue on his quest. When Arahn learned from his nephew where he was headed on his quest, the king thought of a brilliant plan to rid himself of Orson. He advised that Orren’s son complete his quest into the Forgotten Isles before returning to rule as king for the remainder of his life. Arahn believed that Orson and his army would not return from the Isles alive.

After agreeing, the young warrior was given all the supplies he would need as well as the best carpenter in Genesus, a man called Lorus. With the help of all his men, they were able to constrict a ship the likes of which had never been seen before. The body of the vessel was built like the underside of a bird so it would fly across the surface of the ocean; although, it was powered by fifty oars on both sides rather than wind alone. The wind that would propel was caught in a sheet of fabric that hung high above the deck. They named the ship the Lora after the man who designed it and departed.

With the addition of Lorus, Orson counted forty-nine of the finest heroes in the world and they became known as the Sailors of the Lora or rather the Loranauts. And so Orson and the Loranauts set sail for the Forgotten Isles. As for what they found, that my friends is a story for another day.

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