NationStates Jolt Archive

Jouten Fo-ji, Garanua dynisty Aurila
The light of the fire danced upon Minuialwen Megilwen the Dawn sword as smith bent over it placed the final stone into its pomel. Straightening he allowed the metal around the stone to cool and set it in place. The light flickerd across his face, showing his scared and withered skin.

"It is done" he said softly to the black clad man who steped thrugh the arch of branches in the wall of trees. The man said nothing, but grabed the still glowing handle of the sword, bowed to the smith and then ramed it into his skull and walked away.

Aurila, The age of change
Long ago, the Garanua family comisioned the forging of a mighty weapon, the Minuialwen Megilwen.
This weapon had the power to bring great good to the world. Or great evil.
For ages the elite familys had faught over it, always it's wielders were victorious. Over the ages an order of spell weavers formed, calling its self Beriadan (defender of man) and worked tirelessly to remove the sword from its owners.

After many eyars they were ready and, combining thier strength they 'teleported' the sword to a remote location in Aurila where it could cause no further harm.

This had greater reprecusions than the spellweavers had thaught. Not only was thier order wiped out bypassing the magical defences of the sword but the land was plunged into a 1,000 year war of chaos.

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'Present'
Now the sword has been found once more and the various factions of the world once more vie for the right to wield it.
Who shall emerge victorious? Who will fall at thier feet? Only time will tell!

Daemonarii, Daemon teritory
Rubarii and Kalarii sat atop thier spire gazing out at the wastelands they had created in their time.
"Lovely" Kalarii said as she sipped tea from a white cup
"What, that Volcano? Isn't it just" Rubarii replied in a posh voice.
The pair paused, looked at each other and then chuckled. Thier jubulance was disrupted a few seconds later by a small, devil-like daemon runing up to them shouting
"IT'S DONE!! IT'S DONE!!!!"
"What is?"
"The summoning!"
"Good" Rubarii said hapily as she launched the daemon away in a ball of fire "Shall we?"
"Oh lets!" The pair sprouted wings and flew off to assemble thier troops. The hunt was on!

ما إن, نحن كنّا عظيمة. جنس قوّيّة, وقف نحن طويلة, سيطرة مشرّفة على العالم. بعد ذلك, [فلّ] نحن, مثل الملاكات من السماوات. ولماذا, رفيقاتي? لاأهليّة. لاأهليّة في الدرجات [هيغست] قوة. كان زعيماتنا قوّيّة غير أنّ كسولة, [أه] نعم, و [لزينسّ] أنسال حماقة. غير أنّ [نو لونجر], صديقاتي! [نو لونجر] إرادة يحمل نحن الصفار من خاصّتي جد طمع! نحن سوفت سنبدأ من جديد, وسوفت مكرّر سيرتفع إلى النجوم!
The people cheered as the prince spoke. When he had finished, another man stood beside him translated.
"Once, we were mighty. A strong race, we stood tall, commanding dominance over the world. Then, we fell, like the angels of the heavens. And why, my fellows? Incompetence. Incompetence at the highest echelons of power. Our leaders were powerful but lazy, oh yes, and laziness breeds stupidity. But no longer, my friends! No longer will we bear the yolk of ours forefathers greed! We shall start anew, and shall once more rise to the stars!" The prince and his cheif advisor, Al-Jakla, were stood on a platform in the main camp. Below him, most of the Wanderers had gathered for Shadia's coronation. From all over the realm, His subjects were now stood before him. And he had plans for them, oh yes. His speech was not just hot air. He intended to claw the Human race back to the top of the world. He would not falter. No matter the odds, no matter the enemy. They would fall to the sword.