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They say that in the beginning, there was nothing but the Titan, Gorah, and the Void. He then created the stars and our world, Lein, before crafting the moon and the sun. But He grew lonely and, although as omnipotent as He was, He could not govern His creations by Himself. And so, as He required respite, Gorah made for Himself four children: Krein, God of the sun, men, and the day; Iilah, Goddess of the moon, women, and the night sky; Okaaz, God of the oceans and all life within them; and Gol, Goddess of the earth and of the harvest. Gorah watched as His children watched over what He had charged Them with, expanding the world of Lein as He made new worlds that one day the children of Lein might expand to.
As time came to pass, these four had amongst Themselves, using the power of the Titan-Father, created four more Gods who in turn created sentient life upon the world. Dovah, God of the mountains and of fire, was the eldest and He created the first life to walk upon the earth: the proud and powerful dragons along with the stout and crafty dwarves. Fahliil, Goddess of the forests and and of wisdom, was next as she created the wise and seemingly immortal elves and drow. Ogiim, God of the deserts and of strength, created the strongest of the humanoid races, the resilient and nomadic orcs. The last of them, Lokaliin, the Goddess of love and of life above the waters, did not know what form of being to create unto the world. She pondered and She pondered, taking upon Herself many things and receiving much advice before revealed Her race to the world: humankind.
Little did they know, the Void had crafted beasts of Its own.
It was then that, at first, the gods took Their hands away from Their creations as They began observe how creation took place. But it was then that the children of the Void snuck their way onto Lein, a variety of monsters that would forever plague and hunt the creations of the gods as long the Void willed it. Their leaders were the driders, corrupted drow who had sought power and had made the mistake of going too far within the arcane world as to mistakenly make a pact of the Void. The Void itself used them in attempt to manifest a physical form, but came to fail as Gorah Himself intervened, coming to walk on the soils of Lein in order to defeat the Void's Essence, which is the Void in an imperfect physical form. However, there would have been a great risk that only the dragons safeguarded at the time as well as what the disciples of the Void knew: while the Titan was forever immortal and omnipotent, if the Gods entered Lein They, despite retaining all of Their powers, would be in a mortal form and could be killed, Their killer taking Their place as a new God of Their domain should They not have a Champion. But Gorah grappled with the Void, using His great power to seal the consciousness of the Void away as the Titan Himself soon fell into a deep slumber from which He has only recently awoken.
Three thousand years had passed since the Void was sealed, and many kingdoms had come forth as sentients created for themselves castles and societies in which the many races came together. There were eight in particular, each claiming one of the Eight Gods as their patron. Krein, Iilah, Ookaz, Gol, Dovah, Fahliil, Ogiim, and Lokaliin each chose a Champion within their chosen kingdoms, their Champions necessarily not instruments of divine will but of justice and peace. At times these Champions were exalted kings and at other times they were humble shepherds. Regardless of their birth, many were not treated like to high stations as their life was that of a wayfarer, traveling from place to place as they combated the evil of the Void and its creatures, as well as those who took upon themselves to tread the path in which allegiance was sworn to the Void and Its forces. At times, Champions became lovers of the Gods as a few of the Gods took Their Champions and gave them immortal forms so they could reside with them in the Overrealm (which is Heaven) for all eternity.
But we focus our attention to a land which is ruled by mankind and favored by Lokaliin by the name of Aleph. It was not largest nor the smallest of the Eight Kingdoms, as it was the third largest in terms of land. However is was no Lokaliin chose to visit the kingdom to which She granted Her blessing, Her appearance recorded as "the ideal female form in divine flesh at a magnitude beyond that of all mortal women, even the fairest of the elves" while She walked with the life under Her domain. She sought for Herself a new Champion, looking to the royal family. However, She would soon be appalled as She witnessed humans, who had not been contacted by the Void or Its servants, murder their own rulers and family for the sake of doing so as a massacre spread throughout the capital city of Ahkriim, using Her divine powers to quell the uprising and punish those responsible. And so She issued a decree, proclaiming that should one worthy of being Her Champion not appear before her, she would revoke Her blessing from Aleph, a blessing which allowed for peace and prosperity to flourish. And it was such that She gave the nation five score days to bring forth a Champion, one noble enough to sit on the throne of Aleph.
Four score days had passed and all who approached Her were unworthy, but soon enough that would change as a stranger from the north came into Aleph from a place of Dovah's domain known only as the Dragonlands. It was here that children of a race emerged that were not crafted by the Gods' hands, a people known as the dragonkin. They were born from dragons and mortals, the dragon taking a human form so that the human could have a lover's embrace and lay the path for the half-breed child that would result from the union of these two species. Despite taking upon themselves the appearance of humans, the dragonkin being a race of bastards as there were no true wedding ceremonies for dragons and humans, they were despised and persecuted as they were feared by the other races, while other half-breeds were tolerated. If an orc and an elf were to have a child no one would bat an eye, but should and race have a child with a dragon people would be up in arms. This is because of the power of the dragonkin exceeded that of even the elves and could rival that of the dragons.
A dragonkin could be identified by their eyes, as their pupils are slits like those on dragons. The air about them is unworldly, and like their gargantuan parent they breathe fire if wish to. The color of their flames is the color of their eyes, which are the same as their dragon parent's scales. While mortal, their lifespan ranges from roughly five hundred to one thousand years of age. This one in particular had grey eyes and stood at roughly five feet and ten inches tall, with white hair prevalent as he walked through Ahkriim's streets. He wore an ancient set of armor of steel and dragon scales, a longsword made of dragon fangs at his side. He himself was an honorable man, one nearing one hundred years of age, which is adulthood for the dragonkin. His birthday was a fortnight away, but he himself appeared to be twenty-three years of age and looked to be human. As his extremely ornate armor shined brightly in the midday sun, a red hooded cape billowed out behind him, the cloth acting like a cloak on occasion. No one looked to his eyes as they were distracted by his armor, the shadow from his drawn hood preventing direct eye contact as an extra safeguard. However, despite his kindness and his noble heart he still fled from persecution like any other dragonkin, most of which did not get to live past his age.
After buying some rations from a few market stands he would stroll through the market district, curious of the life that these people, who did not live in fear of their lives, lead and made for themselves. He wished he could partake in this, but alas he could not due to his species being so widely feared and hated. Such is why many dragonkin came to hate and resent other sentients, distancing themselves from civilization outside the Dragonlands. He had to remember to use the sentient tongue, the common language that bonded these cultures together. He would be found out if he spoke his native tongue, the tongue of dragons. He heard by his own ears the cry of an oppressed woman, given it was nearby he pushed through the crowds and drew his longsword from its scabbard as he intercepted the assailant's sword before it could harm the flesh of the innocent, his cold gaze present from beneath his hood. He then swung his blade and stuck at the foe, disarming him and kicking him to the ground, his sword pointed at the throat of the assailant, accidentally letting his native language slip past his lips. "Bonu, zahkeiniik! Fod Zu'u vahraak hin laas, borii tiid hi drah grik nostig hi fen ni kos ol gluuskei ol hi los nu. " Which trandlated to <Begone, assailant! While I spare your life, the next time you commit such an offense you will not be as lucky as you are now>. It was then that the petty criminal arose, running away after pulling down the scarlet hood from his face so that all could see his eyes. It was then that many gasped in fear as the dragonkin sheathed his blade and merely began to walk before the city guard found him and restrained him, though the dragonkin offered no resistance. Their leader, and orc who stood seven feet tall, punched the man in his face as he spake horrid things about his race and him, though he did not respond. They continued to take him away, going to the palace when they were content with his the security of his shackles. They would take him to the throne room, throwing him on the floor and forcing him to bow to the one on the throne, Lokaliin. The charge of merely wandering into the territory gave him the sentence of public beheading, with or without the Goddess' consent.. When the guards questioned him further before the Goddess, with a gentle voice, asked for his name. It was then that the dragonkin looked up, answering Her in low baritone. "My name… my name is Vahzah Kaal, son of Leviathan, Lady Lokaliin." Now Leviathan was a great warrior among dragons, but not a ruler as dragons lived in equality and not with one superior over another, as it was eldest of the dragons who acted as a leader.
But Aleph's beliefs were far different than those upheld in the Dragonlands, and it was these beliefs that dictated that Vahzah should die. He was taken to the dungeons, his armor and equipment taken from him and stored away in a chest that (presumably) would be opened upon his death to be given to the guard who cast the winning lot. He was forced into rough-spun clothing and thrown into a cell into being placed in manacles that connected to a chained collar that was enchanted to negate all magic he could cast, though it did not quell the fire in his throat. And it was such that for the next three days he was beaten routinely, yet he chose not to despise the sentients as his kin had before. However, because the dragonkin heal quickly there was nary a limit as to what tortures they subjected him to, making him so that he would beg for mercy, end his suffering quickly, yet he never let a curse or a plea slip through his wailing in pain.
Soon enough, it was dawn on the third day as a mass of people found their way to the executioner's scaffold outside of the palace, with the executioner donning his mask and sharpening the axe that was intended to extinguish Vahzah's life. The Goddess presided from a nearby balcony, watching over affair with disdain. She was hesitant about ending his life, as She was not omnipotent and did not what this would mean. Only the Titan was omnipotent, and so the Gods and the Void were not. If She were, She would have seen the lone sniper whose arrow was fixated to pierce between Her eyes. But the dragonkin saw and decided upon one act of before he was to be executed, letting the flames build inside him to that when the arrow was fired so would his internal flame, incinerating the arrow before it could pierce Her skin. And it was such that controversy arose among the spectators, the guards chasing after the would-be assassin. Lokaliin ordered he be freed and his belongings returned. The assassin, a servant of the Void, escaped before the guards could reach where he originally was.
Vahzah was asked to meet Lokaliin in the throne room shortly afterwards, not knowing that he was to be Her new Champion. He then began to place his confiscated clothes and armor before picking up his sword, removing it from his scabbard and swinging it about for a while before sheathing it and placing it upon his swordbelt. Shortly after he navigated his way through the arched halls and majestic architecture, he would find himself in the throne room, and upon the throne he saw Her and to Her he payed his deepest respect. He would genuflect, remaining in the position as he spoke. "I am here as you requested, Lady Lokaliin. I thank you for sparing my life, and as such I wish to know why I have been summoned before you."
@The Returner
As time came to pass, these four had amongst Themselves, using the power of the Titan-Father, created four more Gods who in turn created sentient life upon the world. Dovah, God of the mountains and of fire, was the eldest and He created the first life to walk upon the earth: the proud and powerful dragons along with the stout and crafty dwarves. Fahliil, Goddess of the forests and and of wisdom, was next as she created the wise and seemingly immortal elves and drow. Ogiim, God of the deserts and of strength, created the strongest of the humanoid races, the resilient and nomadic orcs. The last of them, Lokaliin, the Goddess of love and of life above the waters, did not know what form of being to create unto the world. She pondered and She pondered, taking upon Herself many things and receiving much advice before revealed Her race to the world: humankind.
Little did they know, the Void had crafted beasts of Its own.
It was then that, at first, the gods took Their hands away from Their creations as They began observe how creation took place. But it was then that the children of the Void snuck their way onto Lein, a variety of monsters that would forever plague and hunt the creations of the gods as long the Void willed it. Their leaders were the driders, corrupted drow who had sought power and had made the mistake of going too far within the arcane world as to mistakenly make a pact of the Void. The Void itself used them in attempt to manifest a physical form, but came to fail as Gorah Himself intervened, coming to walk on the soils of Lein in order to defeat the Void's Essence, which is the Void in an imperfect physical form. However, there would have been a great risk that only the dragons safeguarded at the time as well as what the disciples of the Void knew: while the Titan was forever immortal and omnipotent, if the Gods entered Lein They, despite retaining all of Their powers, would be in a mortal form and could be killed, Their killer taking Their place as a new God of Their domain should They not have a Champion. But Gorah grappled with the Void, using His great power to seal the consciousness of the Void away as the Titan Himself soon fell into a deep slumber from which He has only recently awoken.
Three thousand years had passed since the Void was sealed, and many kingdoms had come forth as sentients created for themselves castles and societies in which the many races came together. There were eight in particular, each claiming one of the Eight Gods as their patron. Krein, Iilah, Ookaz, Gol, Dovah, Fahliil, Ogiim, and Lokaliin each chose a Champion within their chosen kingdoms, their Champions necessarily not instruments of divine will but of justice and peace. At times these Champions were exalted kings and at other times they were humble shepherds. Regardless of their birth, many were not treated like to high stations as their life was that of a wayfarer, traveling from place to place as they combated the evil of the Void and its creatures, as well as those who took upon themselves to tread the path in which allegiance was sworn to the Void and Its forces. At times, Champions became lovers of the Gods as a few of the Gods took Their Champions and gave them immortal forms so they could reside with them in the Overrealm (which is Heaven) for all eternity.
But we focus our attention to a land which is ruled by mankind and favored by Lokaliin by the name of Aleph. It was not largest nor the smallest of the Eight Kingdoms, as it was the third largest in terms of land. However is was no Lokaliin chose to visit the kingdom to which She granted Her blessing, Her appearance recorded as "the ideal female form in divine flesh at a magnitude beyond that of all mortal women, even the fairest of the elves" while She walked with the life under Her domain. She sought for Herself a new Champion, looking to the royal family. However, She would soon be appalled as She witnessed humans, who had not been contacted by the Void or Its servants, murder their own rulers and family for the sake of doing so as a massacre spread throughout the capital city of Ahkriim, using Her divine powers to quell the uprising and punish those responsible. And so She issued a decree, proclaiming that should one worthy of being Her Champion not appear before her, she would revoke Her blessing from Aleph, a blessing which allowed for peace and prosperity to flourish. And it was such that She gave the nation five score days to bring forth a Champion, one noble enough to sit on the throne of Aleph.
Four score days had passed and all who approached Her were unworthy, but soon enough that would change as a stranger from the north came into Aleph from a place of Dovah's domain known only as the Dragonlands. It was here that children of a race emerged that were not crafted by the Gods' hands, a people known as the dragonkin. They were born from dragons and mortals, the dragon taking a human form so that the human could have a lover's embrace and lay the path for the half-breed child that would result from the union of these two species. Despite taking upon themselves the appearance of humans, the dragonkin being a race of bastards as there were no true wedding ceremonies for dragons and humans, they were despised and persecuted as they were feared by the other races, while other half-breeds were tolerated. If an orc and an elf were to have a child no one would bat an eye, but should and race have a child with a dragon people would be up in arms. This is because of the power of the dragonkin exceeded that of even the elves and could rival that of the dragons.
A dragonkin could be identified by their eyes, as their pupils are slits like those on dragons. The air about them is unworldly, and like their gargantuan parent they breathe fire if wish to. The color of their flames is the color of their eyes, which are the same as their dragon parent's scales. While mortal, their lifespan ranges from roughly five hundred to one thousand years of age. This one in particular had grey eyes and stood at roughly five feet and ten inches tall, with white hair prevalent as he walked through Ahkriim's streets. He wore an ancient set of armor of steel and dragon scales, a longsword made of dragon fangs at his side. He himself was an honorable man, one nearing one hundred years of age, which is adulthood for the dragonkin. His birthday was a fortnight away, but he himself appeared to be twenty-three years of age and looked to be human. As his extremely ornate armor shined brightly in the midday sun, a red hooded cape billowed out behind him, the cloth acting like a cloak on occasion. No one looked to his eyes as they were distracted by his armor, the shadow from his drawn hood preventing direct eye contact as an extra safeguard. However, despite his kindness and his noble heart he still fled from persecution like any other dragonkin, most of which did not get to live past his age.
After buying some rations from a few market stands he would stroll through the market district, curious of the life that these people, who did not live in fear of their lives, lead and made for themselves. He wished he could partake in this, but alas he could not due to his species being so widely feared and hated. Such is why many dragonkin came to hate and resent other sentients, distancing themselves from civilization outside the Dragonlands. He had to remember to use the sentient tongue, the common language that bonded these cultures together. He would be found out if he spoke his native tongue, the tongue of dragons. He heard by his own ears the cry of an oppressed woman, given it was nearby he pushed through the crowds and drew his longsword from its scabbard as he intercepted the assailant's sword before it could harm the flesh of the innocent, his cold gaze present from beneath his hood. He then swung his blade and stuck at the foe, disarming him and kicking him to the ground, his sword pointed at the throat of the assailant, accidentally letting his native language slip past his lips. "Bonu, zahkeiniik! Fod Zu'u vahraak hin laas, borii tiid hi drah grik nostig hi fen ni kos ol gluuskei ol hi los nu. " Which trandlated to <Begone, assailant! While I spare your life, the next time you commit such an offense you will not be as lucky as you are now>. It was then that the petty criminal arose, running away after pulling down the scarlet hood from his face so that all could see his eyes. It was then that many gasped in fear as the dragonkin sheathed his blade and merely began to walk before the city guard found him and restrained him, though the dragonkin offered no resistance. Their leader, and orc who stood seven feet tall, punched the man in his face as he spake horrid things about his race and him, though he did not respond. They continued to take him away, going to the palace when they were content with his the security of his shackles. They would take him to the throne room, throwing him on the floor and forcing him to bow to the one on the throne, Lokaliin. The charge of merely wandering into the territory gave him the sentence of public beheading, with or without the Goddess' consent.. When the guards questioned him further before the Goddess, with a gentle voice, asked for his name. It was then that the dragonkin looked up, answering Her in low baritone. "My name… my name is Vahzah Kaal, son of Leviathan, Lady Lokaliin." Now Leviathan was a great warrior among dragons, but not a ruler as dragons lived in equality and not with one superior over another, as it was eldest of the dragons who acted as a leader.
But Aleph's beliefs were far different than those upheld in the Dragonlands, and it was these beliefs that dictated that Vahzah should die. He was taken to the dungeons, his armor and equipment taken from him and stored away in a chest that (presumably) would be opened upon his death to be given to the guard who cast the winning lot. He was forced into rough-spun clothing and thrown into a cell into being placed in manacles that connected to a chained collar that was enchanted to negate all magic he could cast, though it did not quell the fire in his throat. And it was such that for the next three days he was beaten routinely, yet he chose not to despise the sentients as his kin had before. However, because the dragonkin heal quickly there was nary a limit as to what tortures they subjected him to, making him so that he would beg for mercy, end his suffering quickly, yet he never let a curse or a plea slip through his wailing in pain.
Soon enough, it was dawn on the third day as a mass of people found their way to the executioner's scaffold outside of the palace, with the executioner donning his mask and sharpening the axe that was intended to extinguish Vahzah's life. The Goddess presided from a nearby balcony, watching over affair with disdain. She was hesitant about ending his life, as She was not omnipotent and did not what this would mean. Only the Titan was omnipotent, and so the Gods and the Void were not. If She were, She would have seen the lone sniper whose arrow was fixated to pierce between Her eyes. But the dragonkin saw and decided upon one act of before he was to be executed, letting the flames build inside him to that when the arrow was fired so would his internal flame, incinerating the arrow before it could pierce Her skin. And it was such that controversy arose among the spectators, the guards chasing after the would-be assassin. Lokaliin ordered he be freed and his belongings returned. The assassin, a servant of the Void, escaped before the guards could reach where he originally was.
Vahzah was asked to meet Lokaliin in the throne room shortly afterwards, not knowing that he was to be Her new Champion. He then began to place his confiscated clothes and armor before picking up his sword, removing it from his scabbard and swinging it about for a while before sheathing it and placing it upon his swordbelt. Shortly after he navigated his way through the arched halls and majestic architecture, he would find himself in the throne room, and upon the throne he saw Her and to Her he payed his deepest respect. He would genuflect, remaining in the position as he spoke. "I am here as you requested, Lady Lokaliin. I thank you for sparing my life, and as such I wish to know why I have been summoned before you."
@The Returner
