Crysaniar
19-04-2006, 09:19
OOC: Please, no massive uberfleets of any kind. Anyone pushing in a massive uberfleet which they conviniently happened to have scouting out random stars isn't worth my time.
Also, anyone who's going to push out one-liners for an intro, go away. Anyone else, you're welcome!
IC: We floated through the void. We knew naught but pain. We had known life, but all we knew now was an endless sea of darkness. It was terror itself. Those who roamed the void, those voracious species who lived only to feed upon those trapped within the darkness.
Yet, we had known light. We had known life, and beauty, and truth. Perhaps it is time to remember that, to know what had been lost, and what could never be recovered.
Nigh a thousand years ago, perhaps two, we had a planet. It was beauteous, and green, life shining from it like a beacon through the hungry void of space. We were the first to arise from it. We were perfect in form, as we conceived ourselves, our limbs perfectly shaped, our heads and bodies sculpted as if by a masterful hand. We were the first to know ourselves.
And yet, our planet was vicious, in, and of itself. Life was ravaged by the endless hordes of rerth, the yellow-brown wolves who stalked the plains, and yet.. We survived. We saw life, and it was good. We saw life, unlike other races. We saw life. We saw health, and our percipience extended to disease, to power, and to darkness.
Our sight made the world, the lands in which we lived, our very bodies. We could not harm it, else it was as if we harmed ourselves..
Thus we lived, in harmony, killing to survive, as all beings must, and yet taking only what we needed, and only when we needed it. We carved great stone fortresses, yet we knew not war. We knew but beauty, and the stone itself flung itself into our hands, eager to be shaped, as was wood. We did not violate the natural order of things, yet we enhanced it, growing tools of power from wood, and stone, maintaining what we had.
Although we knew it not, we had an enemy. Darkness, or Corruption, some called it. It was a being of unspeakable malice, and, although our power stemmed from the earth itself, it surpassed us, utterly. We battled it with the power of the earth, wielding bright flames, and giving the forests themselves the ability to defend themselves, with power born of love, and hope.
Alas!
We knew so little, then, of despair. We could not conceive that we could be mastered, or surpassed in might, so easily! We fought, from the forests, to the plains, battles of both the soul and body, repelling darkness with staff and stone, and yet..
The greatest of us, the foremost Lorelord. His name was Xalynth. His name was uncommon, as his mother had been tainted by despair, and darkness. It meant 'blessed by corruption'. Yet, as he learnt the Arts of the earth, he surpassed his name, and became leader of the Council. He wielded the very fires of the earth in the name of light and life, driving back Darkness as if it were but a craven cur.
The Great Plains, those vast grasslands encompassing half the world, were the first battleground. Grass died, and was twisted into grass that would have screamed for pain, could it have done so, yet, Darkness was driven back with blinding light. Xalynth wielded powers that seemed to surpass Corruption, and, whilst he did so... his heart fell from grace. He conceived hatred in his heart, of Corruption, and he conceived that his fellow man was only worthy of his despite. Thus, when the Lorelords rode out once more, he tore inside.
His white fire, once pure and great, became tainted with hints of black, and red, and even virulent green. It boiled, and swelled, and cut down the ranks of Darkness with endless ease. At last, after seven long years, it seemed that Despair had been defeated, that hope had prevailed.
It was a time of rejoicing. And yet Xalynth rejoiced not. His hatred stemmed from the existence of Corruption, and yet, Corruption did not cease. His loathing of hope grew.
And grew, malevolence and despite tearing through frail fragments of hope.
At last, when the Lorelords grew aware of their First Lord's failure, they took the Staff of Purity, the ancient, stone-bound wood that enhanced the First Lord's power, away. And then, his hatred and contempt grew complete. There was nothing in his heart that remained of goodness, nor light.
He laughed bitterly, and enacted an ancient ritual, to summon Darkness to his very soul.
Darkness, however, had already claimed him. Thus, in his despair and rage, he used his new-found powers, even without the Staff, he managed to slay the greatest of the Lorelords. He then claimed the Staff, and, with it, created the abomination.
It was a rift within existence, a tear in the fabric of reality. Almost all were hurled, screaming, into it. And it grew daily. Xalynth laughed madly as the world was consumed around him, indeed, all surviving peoples were made to grovel at his madness. And, as the last of the people were cast into the void, Xalynth shattered the Staff, our ancient source of power.
Thus, we were adrift, alone, in fact, in the void. However, not for long. The inhabitants of the void came upon us, slaughtering our children and people by the thousands. However, some measure of power remained with us. We wrapped ourselves in cocoons of fire, those who could still draw upon the dying earth's strength, and slept.
There was naught else to do. However, those who could not.. They did not all perish. Some survived, their souls corrupted, slaughtering the mindless beasts of the void with their ill-gotten power. Eventually, we awoke, we, who had wrapped ourselves in white fire. It was not what we had expected. The void was somewhat ours, and we had carved out a niche for ourselves, but...
Those who survived hated without measure. They loathed without limit. Their pain and self-hate exceeded only by their desire to kill. Thus, we had no choice. We destroyed ourselves, our souls, and spread ourselves amongst those who were corrupt. They had hope of redemption, and yet the possibility of despair.
Thus, you see us as we are now. Traversers of the void, the strange dimension of utter darkness. And yet.. A new Council of Lore has been formed. We no longer use the power of the earth, but the power of ourselves, our spirits, and our flesh.
I am Y'sallianth, second among the Lorelords. I am chosen to travel to the universe, the one in which our world once floated, like a gem of incalculable worth. I have but one purpose. To find a home once more. To find another world, one we can treasure, and live upon, and befriend once more...
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White fire careened through the heavens. It was in a system, a binary star system, with but four worlds, all of them uninhabitable. Yet the white fire, which had removed barriers between worlds, shone brightly. Y'sallianth was flung from the explosion of fire like a rag doll, his tiny form immeasurably puny against the massive flare.
And yet.. As he travelled.. He felt power flow into him. Although he wielded no staff, nor any object of wood, or stone, it was.... insane. It would've broken his mind in its glory. It was not the utter death of the void, and yet it was faint. He felt it, and drew it into himself. It was nature incarnate, and he wielded it to create for himself a craft.
It was simple, at first. Stone, and wood, things he knew of intimately, since before he had been cast into the void, growing amonst each other, to form a craft. However, such things could not resist the rigors of gravity, or of radiation. He felt it being ripped apart, and warping, as it was created, and so he funneled power into the very nature of its creation. It was somewhat twisted, and old, yet it exuded nature. Stone and wood interwoven, in a seemingly natural manner, yet held together by something unseen.
It was a unwieldy craft, Y'sallianth knew, but it would do. It would traverse the blackness, this strange blackness, darkness illuminated by pinpoints of light, whilst he searched for a new home. No doubt any beings within, well, a great distance, one his mind had not yet learnt to comprehend, would now know of him..
He looked at the rift between universes, and closed it, with power born of that other than himself. He had been third among the Lorelords, once, only one stood between him and Xalynth himself. In this new universe, filled with life, perhaps his people could
prosper...
Also, anyone who's going to push out one-liners for an intro, go away. Anyone else, you're welcome!
IC: We floated through the void. We knew naught but pain. We had known life, but all we knew now was an endless sea of darkness. It was terror itself. Those who roamed the void, those voracious species who lived only to feed upon those trapped within the darkness.
Yet, we had known light. We had known life, and beauty, and truth. Perhaps it is time to remember that, to know what had been lost, and what could never be recovered.
Nigh a thousand years ago, perhaps two, we had a planet. It was beauteous, and green, life shining from it like a beacon through the hungry void of space. We were the first to arise from it. We were perfect in form, as we conceived ourselves, our limbs perfectly shaped, our heads and bodies sculpted as if by a masterful hand. We were the first to know ourselves.
And yet, our planet was vicious, in, and of itself. Life was ravaged by the endless hordes of rerth, the yellow-brown wolves who stalked the plains, and yet.. We survived. We saw life, and it was good. We saw life, unlike other races. We saw life. We saw health, and our percipience extended to disease, to power, and to darkness.
Our sight made the world, the lands in which we lived, our very bodies. We could not harm it, else it was as if we harmed ourselves..
Thus we lived, in harmony, killing to survive, as all beings must, and yet taking only what we needed, and only when we needed it. We carved great stone fortresses, yet we knew not war. We knew but beauty, and the stone itself flung itself into our hands, eager to be shaped, as was wood. We did not violate the natural order of things, yet we enhanced it, growing tools of power from wood, and stone, maintaining what we had.
Although we knew it not, we had an enemy. Darkness, or Corruption, some called it. It was a being of unspeakable malice, and, although our power stemmed from the earth itself, it surpassed us, utterly. We battled it with the power of the earth, wielding bright flames, and giving the forests themselves the ability to defend themselves, with power born of love, and hope.
Alas!
We knew so little, then, of despair. We could not conceive that we could be mastered, or surpassed in might, so easily! We fought, from the forests, to the plains, battles of both the soul and body, repelling darkness with staff and stone, and yet..
The greatest of us, the foremost Lorelord. His name was Xalynth. His name was uncommon, as his mother had been tainted by despair, and darkness. It meant 'blessed by corruption'. Yet, as he learnt the Arts of the earth, he surpassed his name, and became leader of the Council. He wielded the very fires of the earth in the name of light and life, driving back Darkness as if it were but a craven cur.
The Great Plains, those vast grasslands encompassing half the world, were the first battleground. Grass died, and was twisted into grass that would have screamed for pain, could it have done so, yet, Darkness was driven back with blinding light. Xalynth wielded powers that seemed to surpass Corruption, and, whilst he did so... his heart fell from grace. He conceived hatred in his heart, of Corruption, and he conceived that his fellow man was only worthy of his despite. Thus, when the Lorelords rode out once more, he tore inside.
His white fire, once pure and great, became tainted with hints of black, and red, and even virulent green. It boiled, and swelled, and cut down the ranks of Darkness with endless ease. At last, after seven long years, it seemed that Despair had been defeated, that hope had prevailed.
It was a time of rejoicing. And yet Xalynth rejoiced not. His hatred stemmed from the existence of Corruption, and yet, Corruption did not cease. His loathing of hope grew.
And grew, malevolence and despite tearing through frail fragments of hope.
At last, when the Lorelords grew aware of their First Lord's failure, they took the Staff of Purity, the ancient, stone-bound wood that enhanced the First Lord's power, away. And then, his hatred and contempt grew complete. There was nothing in his heart that remained of goodness, nor light.
He laughed bitterly, and enacted an ancient ritual, to summon Darkness to his very soul.
Darkness, however, had already claimed him. Thus, in his despair and rage, he used his new-found powers, even without the Staff, he managed to slay the greatest of the Lorelords. He then claimed the Staff, and, with it, created the abomination.
It was a rift within existence, a tear in the fabric of reality. Almost all were hurled, screaming, into it. And it grew daily. Xalynth laughed madly as the world was consumed around him, indeed, all surviving peoples were made to grovel at his madness. And, as the last of the people were cast into the void, Xalynth shattered the Staff, our ancient source of power.
Thus, we were adrift, alone, in fact, in the void. However, not for long. The inhabitants of the void came upon us, slaughtering our children and people by the thousands. However, some measure of power remained with us. We wrapped ourselves in cocoons of fire, those who could still draw upon the dying earth's strength, and slept.
There was naught else to do. However, those who could not.. They did not all perish. Some survived, their souls corrupted, slaughtering the mindless beasts of the void with their ill-gotten power. Eventually, we awoke, we, who had wrapped ourselves in white fire. It was not what we had expected. The void was somewhat ours, and we had carved out a niche for ourselves, but...
Those who survived hated without measure. They loathed without limit. Their pain and self-hate exceeded only by their desire to kill. Thus, we had no choice. We destroyed ourselves, our souls, and spread ourselves amongst those who were corrupt. They had hope of redemption, and yet the possibility of despair.
Thus, you see us as we are now. Traversers of the void, the strange dimension of utter darkness. And yet.. A new Council of Lore has been formed. We no longer use the power of the earth, but the power of ourselves, our spirits, and our flesh.
I am Y'sallianth, second among the Lorelords. I am chosen to travel to the universe, the one in which our world once floated, like a gem of incalculable worth. I have but one purpose. To find a home once more. To find another world, one we can treasure, and live upon, and befriend once more...
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
White fire careened through the heavens. It was in a system, a binary star system, with but four worlds, all of them uninhabitable. Yet the white fire, which had removed barriers between worlds, shone brightly. Y'sallianth was flung from the explosion of fire like a rag doll, his tiny form immeasurably puny against the massive flare.
And yet.. As he travelled.. He felt power flow into him. Although he wielded no staff, nor any object of wood, or stone, it was.... insane. It would've broken his mind in its glory. It was not the utter death of the void, and yet it was faint. He felt it, and drew it into himself. It was nature incarnate, and he wielded it to create for himself a craft.
It was simple, at first. Stone, and wood, things he knew of intimately, since before he had been cast into the void, growing amonst each other, to form a craft. However, such things could not resist the rigors of gravity, or of radiation. He felt it being ripped apart, and warping, as it was created, and so he funneled power into the very nature of its creation. It was somewhat twisted, and old, yet it exuded nature. Stone and wood interwoven, in a seemingly natural manner, yet held together by something unseen.
It was a unwieldy craft, Y'sallianth knew, but it would do. It would traverse the blackness, this strange blackness, darkness illuminated by pinpoints of light, whilst he searched for a new home. No doubt any beings within, well, a great distance, one his mind had not yet learnt to comprehend, would now know of him..
He looked at the rift between universes, and closed it, with power born of that other than himself. He had been third among the Lorelords, once, only one stood between him and Xalynth himself. In this new universe, filled with life, perhaps his people could
prosper...