The Black Agents
27-12-2006, 13:02
View of Eborian Civilizations : Magikia University
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The Chronicles of Renezar
Last of the Eborian
Chapter 1 The legend
Our story begins in a distant land called Renezar. A land as old as time. A land of wizards, warriors and demons. Climates of all points of the world this land held beauty only comparable to that of heaven itself. The people peaceful and nice to even their enemies. The land held creatures of wonder and might. Creatures like -Dragons, one for every fashion. Red dragons, blue dragons, gold dragons, and even silver ones. Others like goblins and unicorns, nothing was unseen in these lands. The people lived in harmony with these creatures, all living in peace and mutual benefit. The whole land lived under the guiding eyes of the gods: Sypher, Aedious, Remiel. Three gods, for three civilizations. Eboria, Wargate, and Remielia where built in their honor. Towering building, busy markets and architecture beyond the time of the land. For generations the people of these civilizations lived in harmony and formed the Temple of the Tribunal Council. Three gods, three civilizations- The land was in perfect balance. But the council was not. A vengeful goddess by the name of Delexia wanted no part in developing the races that lived in the land. She sought to have them war and kill for her pleasure.
It was not long before she began to try and turn the people against her brothers. She fed them lies and deception, making the people begin to question their faith in their gods. The gods of Renezar questioned Delexia about her actions but she gave no word. Soon the people began to open mock the gods. As many more began to fall to her lies. Soon the people of Renezar-all races and type: Eborian, Human, Elder elves, Linken Elves and the “ Darskina’r” or Dark skinned elves began to form sides of allegiance with either side. Many left to join Delexia , but the Elder Elves and the Eborians along with a large number of Humans stayed with the Tribunal council. Soon the civilizations fell into anarchy as separatists known as Delexians started to attack followers of the tribunal in broad daylight. Eventually it became so bad to the local policing forces could not stop the violence. As the attacks increased so did the defensive efforts of the Faithful. They began to take arms against the Delexians and attacked their homes and families. Soon nothing was left of the civilized world. The three Civilizations had been burned and broken as the two sides waged all out war, trying to eliminate the other forever....
But it was for told that an army would arise to finally unite the people of Renezar forever. And it did not take long for this army to reveal itself. The three gods formed an army called the Guardians; Elite warriors of the Temple of the Tribunal Council. They where formed from the faithful followers. Eborians as the Supreme Guardians- Personnel guards of the Three gods. The elder Elves made the Master mages, and the humans made the main fighting force. Blessed by the Three gods each soldier received their armor and weapons personally. Their souls granted the blessing of the tribunal. The army was set out to find and destroy any and all of the Delexian forces. And the army listened without question. They marched forth into battle after battle slaughtering any opposition they might have encountered. Full lust fields of dandelions, and sunflowers quickly turned into fields of death and hell as legions of Delexians fought a futile battle against the Guardian armies. After the battles the plat life would die as not even rain could dilute the blood that drenched the soil. Broken armor that still had parts of the bodies that wore them and weapons that broke against the powerful blessed weapons of the army littered the land as the guardians sweep through them killing everything that did not profess to the faith of the Tribunal. Towns burned and the dead cluttered the streets of the unfaithful. Soon the decimated armies of Delexia made a final stand at the temple stronghold of Delexia, a now lost temple told to hold the secrets of the gods and treasures of the now forgotten religion. The armies of the Tribunal made a grand entrance to the stronghold. The Eborian Supreme Guardians rode in on their ornate armor crested horses.
The legions of the Guardian army stood ready for the order to attack. As the Highest guardian named Supreme master guardian Crucix rose his sword to give the order, he was struck down by the power of Delexia. A massive burst of black fire erupted out of the front door of the temple and killed Crucix. After which the last remaining forces of Delexia charged out of the temple and assaulted the army, thinking that the death of their leader would beat them. The last stand was short and bloody as they where brutally massacred by the Guardian forces. The death of Cruciz did not hurt them but rather infuriated them.
The battle should have ended with the defeat and prisoner should have been taken. But the fighting continued and everyone was killed. Their bodies set up as displays of horror in front of the Temple as it was looted and burned. As the temple burned Delexia came forth and challenged the whole legion. With great pride they fought against her but even they could not defeat her power. They soon found themselves on the other end of the slaughter stick. The all but a few Eborians was thought to have been wiped away during this battle. After a short time the Guardians cried to the Tribunal to save them. And with great anger the tribunal came to the aid of their dying army. And struck down Delexia with a mighty attack that to this day is unknown. As a goddess Delexia was immortal and could not be killed, so the tribunal banished her and what was left of her followers to a land known as the Kornosian continent. A place a lonly despair. A desolate land with little hope of escaping. But the Tribunal could not leave the people to die with a scorned heart. So they created a fountain which would never stop following called the fountain of Forgiveness, a tree which would produce fruit for 500,000 to feed on called the tree of Holies, and a forest which was wider and bigger then any forest on Renezar. Tools and other objects where not given and where only present on the people who had them on their person. The people would never be allowed to see the lands of Renezar ever again.
That day over 100,000 souls died and the whole lost a people. But some still say that the Eborian people still live in secret in a far away land. Protected by the temples holy power, a blessing for their unwavering service to the Tribunal. No one may know for sure, but the people always wonder. After the battles The civilizations where rebuilt by the Tribunal and the people came back praising them and life seemed to return to normal. But the Guardians where still existing and they where made to kill and serve. The Guardians who where left where given divine like powers to govern one thing in Renezar, one for every element, one for just about everything that can be seen. These Guardians now sit at the right hand of the Tribunal and still act as servants of them and the temples. So they where divided among the three gods. Sypher took the Linken Elves and another group and placed them as guards of his temple in Eboria. Remiel took the Elder Elves and made him his guards fro his temple in Remielia, and Aedious took the Humans as he saw they where they most battle worth after the Eborians and made him the guards of this temple in Wargate. In Honor of the races that where faithful the Tribunal created swords and armor that would hold to power to command that race and bestowed them upon the Leaders of each race. And gave them their places among the gods. Peace rained in Renezar for 300 years until another threat loomed over the land... Many cried for the Eborians to return.
Chapter 2
Lost but not found
It was a cool morning as a young man by the name of Andreas awoke from his bed in a small farming village about 4 days horse ride from Eboria. His bed was small and made from straw with a blanket over the pile and a pillow made from fur and soft moss. His house was small but warm and had been in his family since the great war with Delexia. The family owned much land but never formed from it all. His dad always gave the excuse..
“ I shall not till more then I can reap... The Great guardian of the land would be most upset.”
Truth was his dad was lazy and did not want to work. So Andreas got up every morning and ate a small piece of meat and drank some milk before heading out to farm the land. But that day he felt like hunting more then anything and he went back to grab his bow. As he was about to leave his mother grabbed him by his ear and asked him a question
“ And where do you think your going young man?”
Andreas laughed and reassured his mother by saying
“ I am going hunting... Not for long just a few hours– I’ll be back before lunch time”
His mother shuck her head and let him go, giving him her good wishes on his hunt. The excited Andreas ran outside and started through to woods. At first it was easy but as he went deeper the woods began to get thicker and thicker. Soon he was lost and could not find his way back. It was not wise to venture out into the woods alone. Tree demons lurked for unsuspecting travelers. Bandits where also a big problem. They would kill a victim even before looking for anything of worth. But Andreas was calm and he started to climb a tree. So he placed his bow on his back and grabbed the first branch. But as he did the branch on the opposite side swung around and knocked Andreas off itself and slammed him against the rocks. Without looking he had tried to climb a tree demon. As he struggled to get loose little vines called choker vines started to grow around his throat, and they began to get tight. Andreas stuck to the rocks looked around for a piece a stone. Upon finding one he started to try and cut the vines. As he cut the first one it began to bleed and the tree moaned. As the demon felt the pain it began to loosen its grip on Andreas. And Andreas did not let the opportunity slip by him. He quickly wiggled out of the tree demons hold and fell to the ground
“ Is that all you got!?!” screamed Andreas as he walked the tree demon slowly move back into it original spot.
Then a voice came from behind him..
“ You know little boys should not be playing in the woods alone... Its dangerous here.”
Andreas quickly turned to see a small group of bandits standing over him on top of the rocks. They wore black tattered shirts and a single pauldron made of scrape metal. Their blades looked like they where made from scrape metal as well. Rusted and bent they didn’t give much room for sanitation. They leader of the bandits jumped down and introduced himself
“ Hi, my name is Little mugger. And those are my band of ‘ friends’ I saw you take on that tree demon... you’re a real class act.”
Andreas quick snapped back saying
“ And you would know class. I bet if a classy person walked up to you and slapped you in the face, you still wouldn’t know what classy is!”
The bandits leader laughed and punched Andreas in the nose. Andreas fell back and held his nose. He had been punched before, but not in the nose. As the blood started to run down his face, he got up with a burst of speed and tackled the bandit leader. Wrestling him as Andreas punched him back. The other bandits jumped down and grabbed Andreas and pulled him off their leader. They pulled him back and held I him in an arm lock. . The bandit leader returned to his feet and felt the place where Andreas had punched him. The bandit leader looked up at him and gave a small grin, then began to beat Andreas. Punches to the stomach and face gave Andreas the worse pain he had ever felt.
As the bandits finished, they dropped him on the ground and left him, taking his bow and arrows as they left. Andreas looked up with his fading vision just as they disappeared in to the forest. He could barely move, his whole body ached. And his right eye had started to swell shut. Andreas slowly got up off the ground and stumbled over to the rocks and propped himself up on them. He could taste the distinct taste of blood in his mouth. If he was bleeding half as bad as he thought he was, he was in for a tough time getting back. Night had started to fall and his blood would attract Gimriths- or Human look-a-likes that liked to eat human bones.
Andreas had figured that he had lost conciseness after his beating. But he had to think his muggers as they lead him close to the edge of the forest. As Andreas started for the open field which was his farm he heard sounds behind him. Sounds that would make even a hardened warriors skin crawl. As Andreas turned a Gimirth jumped at him, only to be killed before he reached him. Andreas looked around but only saw a slender figure in the short distance and fading light. Andreas called out hoping that the savior would grace him with their face. But as he called the figure moved away, deeper into the forest. With the light almost gone and his wounds hurting he decided to get home. As he moved across the field he found a new bow and quiver.and a small mote attached which read..
“ You have fought a tree demon and won, you fought bandits and lived.... Meet me in Port Carmithica in three days And I may have more for you.”
Andreas laughed and walked inside. His mother was so worried that she had sent out his dad to search for him. As his mother rejoiced she quickly saw his wounds and screamed for his sister Meledy to get a bucket of water and a needle and thread. Quickly she moved to get the water and needle. Andreas moved over to his bed and fell down hard. His body was exhausted and his head hurt. After a minute or two his sister came back with the water and needle and handed it to his mother. She placed a wet rag over Andreas’s head and started to stitch up a cut he got on his for head. Andreas could not tell what hurt worse, the cut or his mother stitching it.
“ OOOH” said Andreas and he felt the needle move into his skin.
His mother ignored his and continued to stitch. His sister watched quietly on the far side of the room. The blood made her sick and she could not bare to watch up close. Andreas had just turned 17 not more then 2 months ago. And already his life was getting harder. He could see that their maybe peace in the three legendary Three civilization of the Tribunal council but were he lived it was nothing like peace. The Port of Carmithica is a rough place. Ships from Eboria tend to get robbed there. Anndreas had a lot of time to think about going.
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The Chronicles of Renezar
Last of the Eborian
Chapter 1 The legend
Our story begins in a distant land called Renezar. A land as old as time. A land of wizards, warriors and demons. Climates of all points of the world this land held beauty only comparable to that of heaven itself. The people peaceful and nice to even their enemies. The land held creatures of wonder and might. Creatures like -Dragons, one for every fashion. Red dragons, blue dragons, gold dragons, and even silver ones. Others like goblins and unicorns, nothing was unseen in these lands. The people lived in harmony with these creatures, all living in peace and mutual benefit. The whole land lived under the guiding eyes of the gods: Sypher, Aedious, Remiel. Three gods, for three civilizations. Eboria, Wargate, and Remielia where built in their honor. Towering building, busy markets and architecture beyond the time of the land. For generations the people of these civilizations lived in harmony and formed the Temple of the Tribunal Council. Three gods, three civilizations- The land was in perfect balance. But the council was not. A vengeful goddess by the name of Delexia wanted no part in developing the races that lived in the land. She sought to have them war and kill for her pleasure.
It was not long before she began to try and turn the people against her brothers. She fed them lies and deception, making the people begin to question their faith in their gods. The gods of Renezar questioned Delexia about her actions but she gave no word. Soon the people began to open mock the gods. As many more began to fall to her lies. Soon the people of Renezar-all races and type: Eborian, Human, Elder elves, Linken Elves and the “ Darskina’r” or Dark skinned elves began to form sides of allegiance with either side. Many left to join Delexia , but the Elder Elves and the Eborians along with a large number of Humans stayed with the Tribunal council. Soon the civilizations fell into anarchy as separatists known as Delexians started to attack followers of the tribunal in broad daylight. Eventually it became so bad to the local policing forces could not stop the violence. As the attacks increased so did the defensive efforts of the Faithful. They began to take arms against the Delexians and attacked their homes and families. Soon nothing was left of the civilized world. The three Civilizations had been burned and broken as the two sides waged all out war, trying to eliminate the other forever....
But it was for told that an army would arise to finally unite the people of Renezar forever. And it did not take long for this army to reveal itself. The three gods formed an army called the Guardians; Elite warriors of the Temple of the Tribunal Council. They where formed from the faithful followers. Eborians as the Supreme Guardians- Personnel guards of the Three gods. The elder Elves made the Master mages, and the humans made the main fighting force. Blessed by the Three gods each soldier received their armor and weapons personally. Their souls granted the blessing of the tribunal. The army was set out to find and destroy any and all of the Delexian forces. And the army listened without question. They marched forth into battle after battle slaughtering any opposition they might have encountered. Full lust fields of dandelions, and sunflowers quickly turned into fields of death and hell as legions of Delexians fought a futile battle against the Guardian armies. After the battles the plat life would die as not even rain could dilute the blood that drenched the soil. Broken armor that still had parts of the bodies that wore them and weapons that broke against the powerful blessed weapons of the army littered the land as the guardians sweep through them killing everything that did not profess to the faith of the Tribunal. Towns burned and the dead cluttered the streets of the unfaithful. Soon the decimated armies of Delexia made a final stand at the temple stronghold of Delexia, a now lost temple told to hold the secrets of the gods and treasures of the now forgotten religion. The armies of the Tribunal made a grand entrance to the stronghold. The Eborian Supreme Guardians rode in on their ornate armor crested horses.
The legions of the Guardian army stood ready for the order to attack. As the Highest guardian named Supreme master guardian Crucix rose his sword to give the order, he was struck down by the power of Delexia. A massive burst of black fire erupted out of the front door of the temple and killed Crucix. After which the last remaining forces of Delexia charged out of the temple and assaulted the army, thinking that the death of their leader would beat them. The last stand was short and bloody as they where brutally massacred by the Guardian forces. The death of Cruciz did not hurt them but rather infuriated them.
The battle should have ended with the defeat and prisoner should have been taken. But the fighting continued and everyone was killed. Their bodies set up as displays of horror in front of the Temple as it was looted and burned. As the temple burned Delexia came forth and challenged the whole legion. With great pride they fought against her but even they could not defeat her power. They soon found themselves on the other end of the slaughter stick. The all but a few Eborians was thought to have been wiped away during this battle. After a short time the Guardians cried to the Tribunal to save them. And with great anger the tribunal came to the aid of their dying army. And struck down Delexia with a mighty attack that to this day is unknown. As a goddess Delexia was immortal and could not be killed, so the tribunal banished her and what was left of her followers to a land known as the Kornosian continent. A place a lonly despair. A desolate land with little hope of escaping. But the Tribunal could not leave the people to die with a scorned heart. So they created a fountain which would never stop following called the fountain of Forgiveness, a tree which would produce fruit for 500,000 to feed on called the tree of Holies, and a forest which was wider and bigger then any forest on Renezar. Tools and other objects where not given and where only present on the people who had them on their person. The people would never be allowed to see the lands of Renezar ever again.
That day over 100,000 souls died and the whole lost a people. But some still say that the Eborian people still live in secret in a far away land. Protected by the temples holy power, a blessing for their unwavering service to the Tribunal. No one may know for sure, but the people always wonder. After the battles The civilizations where rebuilt by the Tribunal and the people came back praising them and life seemed to return to normal. But the Guardians where still existing and they where made to kill and serve. The Guardians who where left where given divine like powers to govern one thing in Renezar, one for every element, one for just about everything that can be seen. These Guardians now sit at the right hand of the Tribunal and still act as servants of them and the temples. So they where divided among the three gods. Sypher took the Linken Elves and another group and placed them as guards of his temple in Eboria. Remiel took the Elder Elves and made him his guards fro his temple in Remielia, and Aedious took the Humans as he saw they where they most battle worth after the Eborians and made him the guards of this temple in Wargate. In Honor of the races that where faithful the Tribunal created swords and armor that would hold to power to command that race and bestowed them upon the Leaders of each race. And gave them their places among the gods. Peace rained in Renezar for 300 years until another threat loomed over the land... Many cried for the Eborians to return.
Chapter 2
Lost but not found
It was a cool morning as a young man by the name of Andreas awoke from his bed in a small farming village about 4 days horse ride from Eboria. His bed was small and made from straw with a blanket over the pile and a pillow made from fur and soft moss. His house was small but warm and had been in his family since the great war with Delexia. The family owned much land but never formed from it all. His dad always gave the excuse..
“ I shall not till more then I can reap... The Great guardian of the land would be most upset.”
Truth was his dad was lazy and did not want to work. So Andreas got up every morning and ate a small piece of meat and drank some milk before heading out to farm the land. But that day he felt like hunting more then anything and he went back to grab his bow. As he was about to leave his mother grabbed him by his ear and asked him a question
“ And where do you think your going young man?”
Andreas laughed and reassured his mother by saying
“ I am going hunting... Not for long just a few hours– I’ll be back before lunch time”
His mother shuck her head and let him go, giving him her good wishes on his hunt. The excited Andreas ran outside and started through to woods. At first it was easy but as he went deeper the woods began to get thicker and thicker. Soon he was lost and could not find his way back. It was not wise to venture out into the woods alone. Tree demons lurked for unsuspecting travelers. Bandits where also a big problem. They would kill a victim even before looking for anything of worth. But Andreas was calm and he started to climb a tree. So he placed his bow on his back and grabbed the first branch. But as he did the branch on the opposite side swung around and knocked Andreas off itself and slammed him against the rocks. Without looking he had tried to climb a tree demon. As he struggled to get loose little vines called choker vines started to grow around his throat, and they began to get tight. Andreas stuck to the rocks looked around for a piece a stone. Upon finding one he started to try and cut the vines. As he cut the first one it began to bleed and the tree moaned. As the demon felt the pain it began to loosen its grip on Andreas. And Andreas did not let the opportunity slip by him. He quickly wiggled out of the tree demons hold and fell to the ground
“ Is that all you got!?!” screamed Andreas as he walked the tree demon slowly move back into it original spot.
Then a voice came from behind him..
“ You know little boys should not be playing in the woods alone... Its dangerous here.”
Andreas quickly turned to see a small group of bandits standing over him on top of the rocks. They wore black tattered shirts and a single pauldron made of scrape metal. Their blades looked like they where made from scrape metal as well. Rusted and bent they didn’t give much room for sanitation. They leader of the bandits jumped down and introduced himself
“ Hi, my name is Little mugger. And those are my band of ‘ friends’ I saw you take on that tree demon... you’re a real class act.”
Andreas quick snapped back saying
“ And you would know class. I bet if a classy person walked up to you and slapped you in the face, you still wouldn’t know what classy is!”
The bandits leader laughed and punched Andreas in the nose. Andreas fell back and held his nose. He had been punched before, but not in the nose. As the blood started to run down his face, he got up with a burst of speed and tackled the bandit leader. Wrestling him as Andreas punched him back. The other bandits jumped down and grabbed Andreas and pulled him off their leader. They pulled him back and held I him in an arm lock. . The bandit leader returned to his feet and felt the place where Andreas had punched him. The bandit leader looked up at him and gave a small grin, then began to beat Andreas. Punches to the stomach and face gave Andreas the worse pain he had ever felt.
As the bandits finished, they dropped him on the ground and left him, taking his bow and arrows as they left. Andreas looked up with his fading vision just as they disappeared in to the forest. He could barely move, his whole body ached. And his right eye had started to swell shut. Andreas slowly got up off the ground and stumbled over to the rocks and propped himself up on them. He could taste the distinct taste of blood in his mouth. If he was bleeding half as bad as he thought he was, he was in for a tough time getting back. Night had started to fall and his blood would attract Gimriths- or Human look-a-likes that liked to eat human bones.
Andreas had figured that he had lost conciseness after his beating. But he had to think his muggers as they lead him close to the edge of the forest. As Andreas started for the open field which was his farm he heard sounds behind him. Sounds that would make even a hardened warriors skin crawl. As Andreas turned a Gimirth jumped at him, only to be killed before he reached him. Andreas looked around but only saw a slender figure in the short distance and fading light. Andreas called out hoping that the savior would grace him with their face. But as he called the figure moved away, deeper into the forest. With the light almost gone and his wounds hurting he decided to get home. As he moved across the field he found a new bow and quiver.and a small mote attached which read..
“ You have fought a tree demon and won, you fought bandits and lived.... Meet me in Port Carmithica in three days And I may have more for you.”
Andreas laughed and walked inside. His mother was so worried that she had sent out his dad to search for him. As his mother rejoiced she quickly saw his wounds and screamed for his sister Meledy to get a bucket of water and a needle and thread. Quickly she moved to get the water and needle. Andreas moved over to his bed and fell down hard. His body was exhausted and his head hurt. After a minute or two his sister came back with the water and needle and handed it to his mother. She placed a wet rag over Andreas’s head and started to stitch up a cut he got on his for head. Andreas could not tell what hurt worse, the cut or his mother stitching it.
“ OOOH” said Andreas and he felt the needle move into his skin.
His mother ignored his and continued to stitch. His sister watched quietly on the far side of the room. The blood made her sick and she could not bare to watch up close. Andreas had just turned 17 not more then 2 months ago. And already his life was getting harder. He could see that their maybe peace in the three legendary Three civilization of the Tribunal council but were he lived it was nothing like peace. The Port of Carmithica is a rough place. Ships from Eboria tend to get robbed there. Anndreas had a lot of time to think about going.