The Goddess' Champion

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  1. 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
  2. She thought she created them to perfection like her godly brothers and sisters did with their races. She worked so hard, thought so much about her children upon creation that seeing them so corrupted, turning on one another with such viciousness nearly broke her heart. How did it happen? Was she at fault, or did she not reign them from Overrealm properly? It was hard to tell, but as she looked at her children, she was far from giving up on them either. After all, she breathed life into their lungs, crafted their bodies and moulded their minds before. She knew, she could do it all that again, if only she had a Champion. With executions of the leaders from the uprising, the land was once again reminded of her power and her sovereignity over Aleph as her domain. Even more so as she required them to bring forth The One from their midst. She was a kind, yet fair parent. She could caress and strike just the same and it was time her children were reminded of that.

    On the fourth day since her decree, from the moment the very first sunrays brushed along her skin, Lokaliin felt something different in the air. She could not ascertain what brought about the feeling as her eyes stared outside of the from up on her throne. Maybe it was the undertones in the air that made her skin prickle; maybe it was the fact that soon she would need to stay true to her word and abandon her people if a Champion did not stand before her by tomorrow. As Krein pushed the sun higher on the sky, ruckus reached the large throne room that bathed in the golden shades of early afternoon. Lokaliin was a depiction of dignity and care with distant ethereal feeling to her being. Her eyes smoothly glided from the window to settle on the man brought before her. A dragonkin... She paid no mind to the questions the guards were uttering at the subject. She paid no attention to the sheer distaste in their words. Her eyes were calmly settled on the prisoner. He did not fight back like others from his kind did. There was no resentment in his eyes or body language. He was collected, accepting even. She felt it unjust for him to be treated with such disgust. One motion of her hand as she rose it, was enough to wordlessly request silence in the room, before she spoke in a soft and kind voice:
    "What is your name?" As a goddess who created all humans, she held no aversion to halflings. She did not consider them impure. She harboured love for them just as much as she adored the rest of her children and in that fleeting moment when they spoke for the first time, undercurrents of her stance on the matter were flickering in her words that a perceptive ear could capture.

    Why didn't she stop what happened next then, you may ask. Just as she was just and fair, Lokaliin was also hopeful. She wished for humans to grow and understand in their own time, to change their ways in a matter of moments. However, eternal life that has been bestoved on her and the seclusion from her children has ridded Lokaliin of understanding of her own people. She should have known that to change a nation, one could not hope for it to happen overnight. Yet, there was a nagging feeling left in her mind after that brief audience with Kaal that left Lokaliin wonderous, expectant almost.

    In order to give herself time to explore what her mind was posing in front of her, with the fifth day that came, the first day of imprisonment for Vahzah Kaal, Lokaliin spread a word that by a vision she was to extend her decree by three days. Believing that what she saw in her mind was to come true if her people tried even harder to find the champion. She told she saw a great silhoutte in her mind that would protect the realm and cleanse it off all that threatens its peace. Was there any vision to begin with? That was a secret known only to the Goddess. But when she aligned her mind with the halfling who was held in her dungeons, one could say her words were almost true. As a mother of all humans, Lokaliin could sense each of her creations' wishes, sorrows and pain. It was not so easy to align her mind with halflings; hence, the feelings she would often get would be clouded, hushed and weaker. But with Kaal, she saw enough to put her faith in him and make him undergo a first trial that would determine his worthiness of a title she hoped he could bear. The torture and pain inflicted on him during his seclusion was a unfortunate part of the process, no matter how much she despised it.

    On the second day of the extended decree and Kaal's last day in prison, also his execution day, Lokaliin sat before her people to witness the potential obliteration of a man she knew, she could save. Or maybe, he would save himself in the eyes of others. Despite not being omnipotent like the Titan, Lokaliin was not a mindless doll who has given her life into the hands of just anybody. She was far from foolish and much closer to a designer of far different things than many would have known. She was a goddess at the end of the day and easy death was not one she would succumb to. With the twisted excitement of witnessing beheading of a dragonkin, no one in the crowd noticed the significant lack of guards around Lokaliin that day. After all, this was just a minor execution, no? Human's mind was so easily distracted from the far greater danger of the Void and Lokaliin could feel it in her bones that it was present. Where it was or when it would strike eluded her, but she placed her faith in her intrigues, luring whoever was lurking in the shadows, but using herself as a bait. She could hear the whistling as the arrow pierced its way through the air towards her. Her staff was safely in her hand and if she wanted, she could have used it to deflect the shot, but her plans were different. She was putting herself in direct danger, placing her trust in a stranger who had his head under the executioners axe. Yet again, Lokaliin trusted herself and the memories of Kaal's mind that left imprints on her own. Her cheeks were still warm from the fire that burned the murder weapon, she could see the shock, the fear, the awe in everyone's eyes. Rising from her seat gracefully, her voice carried over the crowd with resonance of a assertion as if she knew this whole time that this event was meant to happen and it was time for her children to start believing again.

    "The prisoner shall be set free. Vahzah Kaal, I hereby pronounce you innocent for saving my life when you were about to lose your own. You will be given back all that you own. No one shall harm you unless they wish judgement to fall upon their own shoulders." Maybe this was the beginning of a change she was hoping for. Maybe this was the cue she needed to bring justice to Aleph and to the dragonkin that despite sharing half of their blood with dragons were her children just as much. "Bring him to me when my orders have been fulfilled," she said simply as she passed by the only guard on the stand where she faced her death but did not fail in her judgement. However, as unfazed as Lokaliin might have appeared, being present in Aleph, in a mortal body, she could feel her heart beating fast and strong in her chest. Was it the first time she felt fear? She never had to worry about mortality, about losing her life. Death was foreign to her and now she understood why she should not trifle with it so easily. Her hand laid in the middle of her chest as she was escorted back to the palace. How long till her mind would ease and her heart would calm?

    As her orders were fulfilled, the dragonkin came to kneel in front of her. Again, no aggresion, no distaste. Just noble acceptance and understanding that she could read in him. Yet before she would speak her verdict there were questions to be asked, another trial to present Kaal with. She left her place at the throne, her footsteps light on the stone floor, the delicate fabric of her garment flowing around her body in the breeze, almost mesmerizing.
    "You have been summoned because I wished for it, dragonkin." Elegantly stopping in front of the man, there was a hint of a gentle smile playing across her lips. "Stand up, Vahzah Kaal. I would much prefer talking to you rather than talking down at you. I have questions for you that I hope you'll answer." With the subtle undertones of merriment and kindness in her words, she has granted Kaal with the right to walk beside her. A right she wanted to share with all her people, but has given it only to a few. As she made her way to the terrace that ran along the side of the throne room and oversaw the gardens, Lokaliin knew that Kaal would follow unless he was who he didn't appear to be. Standing by the balustrade, the air was filled with scents most pleasant and sweet coming from the vast space of the nature laid out in front of them. "During you capture, you have never once spoken up. Never have you uttered a demeaning word towards the guards who tortured you, nor did you fight back. Why?" Martial skills were important for a Champion, and Kaal with his fire breath sure exceeded all that any human could offer. But such a great weapon controled by a mind that was not as pure, could cause more damage than good. Since Lokaliin could not align herself with Kaal's mind properly, she had to assure herself that the shadows she has seen before, were indeed not only shadows, but they could have a solid form that she could entrust judgement to.
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