Post by SwitchKun on Aug 6, 2008 11:58:24 GMT -6
Before the time of men, there were only two races. That of the heavens, the protectors of the world, and those who sought to carry out the will of the gods; these were the angels. The others were those of the dark abyss, the netherworlds and sought to bring violence and never ending war to the lands; these were the demons.
The two races were opposites of each other, like the difference between light and darkness. Constantly fighting for what they believed in and the outcome would determine how the world was going to be made.
The armies of the angel kind were lead by the brave and pure hearted Corvus. The leader of the angels and the most skilled warrior in all the heavens, save the gods of course. Corvus was draped in white battle robes, and over his battle robe he had golden armor that carried the insignia of a sun to sure that the light of the gods would shine forever more.
The armies of the demon kind were lead by the infamous Balors. The most elite demons trained and bred for combat- spawned from the deepest parts of the abyss. They were tall, overbearing creatures with dark crimson skin, powerful limbs with dark leathery wings that outstretched from their backs, horns protruding from their heads. The Balors were the angels worst fears, and they came at them full force, with not a care of loosing a single soldier in the flames of war.
During the peak of the war- when the demon surge had over powered the angels and the demon kind lead by the Balors had reached the heavens above. Corvus led his armies to chase away the foul blood that had now entered his kingdom. He took the most elite of his men and their goal was to remove the Balors all together. It was during the final hours of the battle when the fate of the world came to a stop. Corvus had succeeded mostly, in destroying the Balors. There now stood, only one left- the only Balor alive stood in challenge to the angel. The angel lord did not hesitate and locked in combat with his demon adversary. They clashed for hours on end, hacking at their stamina and strength for hours they went. They were, evenly matched it seemed. The dark Balor had absorbed his companion’s strength into his own. The two fought and fought, when eventually in dazzling splash of light and shadow- the two were locked in place. Corvus had pierced the Balors’ chest; dark blood was pouring out onto the ground below. The angels cheered, but not all was well. The crimson blade, he demon lords favored weapons was lodged through Corvus’s chest and they slowly fell to earth, both turned to stone by their enemies blades.
The war between the angels and demons became suddenly dormant. Both stone bodies returned respectfully to their kingdoms and the gods seized these opportunity to create life upon the land below them, to cover up their blunders of war. Men, elves, dwarves and gnomes soon spread across the world, and everything seemed good. The elves were the first made by the gods, their slender forms and magical abilities were small mimics of the angel lords in heaven. The elves were also the keepers of the secret artifact. The Rebirth, that was hidden somewhere in the world- it was the only thing that could bring back Corvus, and thus peace and prosperity would cover the lands. However, in the creation of humans, there was a different story. Their hearts were wild and easily corrupted by outside forces. The gods, so intent on keeping the secret of Rebirth within the knowledge of the elves, paid less and less attention to the kingdoms of men. The rumors of a dark artifact were born. A demon cast as they called it, something that would reawaken the dark lord Balor and his armies ready to siege the world again. The race to defend the lands had begun, and the fate of all life was on the line.
Shadki Rye had been traveling for weeks. His long brown hair stuck to the back of his neck and his forehead as he slowly walked through the thick forests near his homeland. He was being tracked, he knew by a group demons, they had picked off the guards that had tried escort him safely to Shifery, but they were ambushed and the chosen elf was the only left. He grimaced as he looked at his wounded body. Even with his healing powers, he was not able to heal the wounds given by demons as fast as normal wounds. His quarterstaff was held tightly in his right hand, the strange markings of the elven monks were carved in the ancient wood that was handed down by the followers of Corvus. He had remembered the tales, ah yes, the legends about Corvus, and Rebirth, the only way to bring back the angel lord who would, upon his awakening bring peace to all of the lands. However, he knew that there were those with a purpose exactly the opposite of his own; they were searching for the demon cast, the dark artifact that would bring the demon lord Balor from his slumber and the world would then be sent into eternal chaos. He shifted his head and looked over at a group of strange looking trees. The sun had long gone behind the earth, and night now covered the lands. He smirked, it was just his luck to be stuck in a demon infested forest with nothing to defend himself with, except for his quarter staff and his magical powder. He patted the tiny brown sack that was tied to his brown travel robes. He removed his bedroll from his small backpack and rolled it out against the tree and examined it. He found some dry brush and leaves and stuffed it inside of the bedroll and then clambered up into a tree. He looked out into the darkness of the night, exhausted from his journey and from fighting the demons previously. He knew they were out there, it was only a matter of time before the found him and maimed him.
He breathed in and out slowly, in till his breath was just a wisp of air. His keen elven eyes stared at the forest carefully. They were cunning creatures, dark and mysterious to him- and his father had told him all about it. He leaned against the base of the tree, hidden within the thick branches that twisted in front of him. His father was a chosen before he was, and his grandfather before him. His entire family was devoted to reviving this angel, but all had failed in finding the artifact, and it was only recently had they pinpointed its exact location.
but if I die here, then it is all for nothing! the elf thought darkly as he slowly nodded off into an uneasy slumber. It did not last long- for within the hour of his passing from being awake to asleep, the elf found himself staring at a massive demon that was slowly lumbering towards the stuffed bedroll at the base of the tree. Shadki held his staff protectively in front of him. The demon was a Herzou- a massive bulk monster that could uproot trees if it had to. The tall monster could almost be eye level with the elf, but the Herzou had bad eyesight, and Shadki thanked the gods for this, as he watched the demon rip apart his bedroll in a matter of moments. It howled in a furious rage and began to smash the surrounded area. Shadki Leaped from the tree and landing on the ground behind the tree he was in. there had to be more... he thought horribly. His stomach was in knots, even though he had encountered demons before, it was different in the shade of night with a tree sized demon lumbering after you.
The two races were opposites of each other, like the difference between light and darkness. Constantly fighting for what they believed in and the outcome would determine how the world was going to be made.
The armies of the angel kind were lead by the brave and pure hearted Corvus. The leader of the angels and the most skilled warrior in all the heavens, save the gods of course. Corvus was draped in white battle robes, and over his battle robe he had golden armor that carried the insignia of a sun to sure that the light of the gods would shine forever more.
The armies of the demon kind were lead by the infamous Balors. The most elite demons trained and bred for combat- spawned from the deepest parts of the abyss. They were tall, overbearing creatures with dark crimson skin, powerful limbs with dark leathery wings that outstretched from their backs, horns protruding from their heads. The Balors were the angels worst fears, and they came at them full force, with not a care of loosing a single soldier in the flames of war.
During the peak of the war- when the demon surge had over powered the angels and the demon kind lead by the Balors had reached the heavens above. Corvus led his armies to chase away the foul blood that had now entered his kingdom. He took the most elite of his men and their goal was to remove the Balors all together. It was during the final hours of the battle when the fate of the world came to a stop. Corvus had succeeded mostly, in destroying the Balors. There now stood, only one left- the only Balor alive stood in challenge to the angel. The angel lord did not hesitate and locked in combat with his demon adversary. They clashed for hours on end, hacking at their stamina and strength for hours they went. They were, evenly matched it seemed. The dark Balor had absorbed his companion’s strength into his own. The two fought and fought, when eventually in dazzling splash of light and shadow- the two were locked in place. Corvus had pierced the Balors’ chest; dark blood was pouring out onto the ground below. The angels cheered, but not all was well. The crimson blade, he demon lords favored weapons was lodged through Corvus’s chest and they slowly fell to earth, both turned to stone by their enemies blades.
The war between the angels and demons became suddenly dormant. Both stone bodies returned respectfully to their kingdoms and the gods seized these opportunity to create life upon the land below them, to cover up their blunders of war. Men, elves, dwarves and gnomes soon spread across the world, and everything seemed good. The elves were the first made by the gods, their slender forms and magical abilities were small mimics of the angel lords in heaven. The elves were also the keepers of the secret artifact. The Rebirth, that was hidden somewhere in the world- it was the only thing that could bring back Corvus, and thus peace and prosperity would cover the lands. However, in the creation of humans, there was a different story. Their hearts were wild and easily corrupted by outside forces. The gods, so intent on keeping the secret of Rebirth within the knowledge of the elves, paid less and less attention to the kingdoms of men. The rumors of a dark artifact were born. A demon cast as they called it, something that would reawaken the dark lord Balor and his armies ready to siege the world again. The race to defend the lands had begun, and the fate of all life was on the line.
Shadki Rye had been traveling for weeks. His long brown hair stuck to the back of his neck and his forehead as he slowly walked through the thick forests near his homeland. He was being tracked, he knew by a group demons, they had picked off the guards that had tried escort him safely to Shifery, but they were ambushed and the chosen elf was the only left. He grimaced as he looked at his wounded body. Even with his healing powers, he was not able to heal the wounds given by demons as fast as normal wounds. His quarterstaff was held tightly in his right hand, the strange markings of the elven monks were carved in the ancient wood that was handed down by the followers of Corvus. He had remembered the tales, ah yes, the legends about Corvus, and Rebirth, the only way to bring back the angel lord who would, upon his awakening bring peace to all of the lands. However, he knew that there were those with a purpose exactly the opposite of his own; they were searching for the demon cast, the dark artifact that would bring the demon lord Balor from his slumber and the world would then be sent into eternal chaos. He shifted his head and looked over at a group of strange looking trees. The sun had long gone behind the earth, and night now covered the lands. He smirked, it was just his luck to be stuck in a demon infested forest with nothing to defend himself with, except for his quarter staff and his magical powder. He patted the tiny brown sack that was tied to his brown travel robes. He removed his bedroll from his small backpack and rolled it out against the tree and examined it. He found some dry brush and leaves and stuffed it inside of the bedroll and then clambered up into a tree. He looked out into the darkness of the night, exhausted from his journey and from fighting the demons previously. He knew they were out there, it was only a matter of time before the found him and maimed him.
He breathed in and out slowly, in till his breath was just a wisp of air. His keen elven eyes stared at the forest carefully. They were cunning creatures, dark and mysterious to him- and his father had told him all about it. He leaned against the base of the tree, hidden within the thick branches that twisted in front of him. His father was a chosen before he was, and his grandfather before him. His entire family was devoted to reviving this angel, but all had failed in finding the artifact, and it was only recently had they pinpointed its exact location.
but if I die here, then it is all for nothing! the elf thought darkly as he slowly nodded off into an uneasy slumber. It did not last long- for within the hour of his passing from being awake to asleep, the elf found himself staring at a massive demon that was slowly lumbering towards the stuffed bedroll at the base of the tree. Shadki held his staff protectively in front of him. The demon was a Herzou- a massive bulk monster that could uproot trees if it had to. The tall monster could almost be eye level with the elf, but the Herzou had bad eyesight, and Shadki thanked the gods for this, as he watched the demon rip apart his bedroll in a matter of moments. It howled in a furious rage and began to smash the surrounded area. Shadki Leaped from the tree and landing on the ground behind the tree he was in. there had to be more... he thought horribly. His stomach was in knots, even though he had encountered demons before, it was different in the shade of night with a tree sized demon lumbering after you.