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A Man in Love with the Sea and the Ships that Sail
First off, allow me to preface this interest check with another apology to all my previous role-play partners who I had to unexpectedly abandoned for an unexpected leave from the country. However I have now made my triumphant return from a tour of my ancestral homeland, details of which I can share if one is interested. On my brief journey I learned about the myriad of legends that persist in the histories, those that fascinated me the most were a collection of stories of great kings and their magical swords, which now serves as the inspiration for this RP.
Before the age of man, before fire, war, before souls, the world was eternal. In this eternal, unchanging world, lived two creatures. They had existed before the world, and the world could not exist without either one, for their presence offset one another and kept all things at peace. Above there was Isten, lord of light, the skies, in the world he created little but offered much, bringing the breath of the wind, the cool of water, and the warmth of the sun to the creations of his counterpart. Below was Sarkany, the serpent of the earth, he had been the world's architect, laying reams of stone and earth into the shape of the land, sowing life which would sustain itself, plants, all of which would have been dust without the offering of the one above. As it was, all was at peace, the world continued under the governance of the two beings, a world without change, the progression of time hardly noticeable. Such was the world for millennia, until the original beings met one day at the tallest peak of the world, a summit between earth and sky. Upon the peak it was agreed that the world was yet incomplete, though perfect, it was little more than a space asking to be filled. Upon the peak the two original beings spilled their divine ichor, and where the blood of the light and earth pooled rose souls.
The first souls were small, creatures of whom had form given by the earth and animation granted by the sky. Animals who merely inhabited the world the awoke to, spirits who gave the animation of the sky and applied it to those creation of the earth. The world now moved, nature breathed and died in cycle, spirits attempted to maintain order amongst the natural forces, and the world was at peace.
Upon seeing the world as it was, so full of the will of the sky, Sarkany once again mounted the summit between the earth and sky, where the well of all souls rested in a shallow pool in the stone. Disgusted by the chaos that had overtaken his pristine world, the great serpent spilled more of his own blood into the pool, deepening it and shifting the balance of the well. From that day on were created the souls of the race of Dragons, descended more so from Sarkany than Isten, taking only the animation of the latter while hosting the form and desires of the former. The great beasts acted as guardians of the world, making sure that the chaotic forces of nature would not overcome the designs of their forefather. From these rose Leviathan of the seas and Behemoth of the lands, two generals to stand alongside their maker.
Upon seeing the world as it was, so full of the form of the earth, Isten once again descended onto the summit between earth and sky, to where his blood animated the dragons who upheld the order of the earth. Disgusted by the creatures who had defied his will and the forces of nature, the great lord spilled more of his blood into the pool, enough to overpower that of his counterpart. Now from the will of the sky rose the race of Angels, exemplars of the will of the forces of nature, creatures born of change and chance, holding only the barest of form for the exchange of more animation and freedom than any other creature. These Angels spread change across the land, creating fires, floods, quakes, storms, any and all events which would advance the will of the forces of nature, to change. From these rose Hadur, lord of the fires, Kirilius, lord of the storms, and Allius, lady of the waves. Fitting couriers of the forces of nature.
When once more the serpent Sarkany went to the mount, he found that no new dragons were born, instead were those creatures which opposed his order. Those creatures who condoned animals and their destructive ways, the whims of spirits to incite disaster in nature, and carried with them the will of the forces of nature, Angels. So incensed was he that he spilled more of his blood, deepening the well and corrupting the design of the Angels, from them making the Hollow, creatures with strength near that of the angels, but with hardly any life, only the directive to maintain order and destroy the Angels. Hollow then stalked the Angels of tragedy across the earth, wherever disaster struck, the Hollow flocked to attempt to put down the angels.
So enraged that his creations were being slaughtered, Isten once again spilled blood on the mount, deepening the well further. From this the abominable Demons were created to combat the Hollow. Demons carried the wills and whims of nature mixed with the spite of the lord of the sky, without restraint they destroyed all in their path, killed all that lived, and toppled all that stood. Now the Hollow could not hope to contend with the waves of misfortune that surrounded them, the world spinning far beyond their control. With the misguided creations of the two original beings wreaking havoc upon the earth, the world itself began to become undone at the seams of being. At the summit of the earth and sky, where the well of souls ran deep with the blood of those who came before, the two counterparts met for the last time. The climax of the war between will and order, came to a halt as the two beings slew each other. relinquishing the last of their blood, their forms in this world, and collapsing the summit between earth and sky.
The war ceased, and casualties great, the Angels numbered in the thousands, only ventured down from the sky to the land of the Dragons on occasion. The Dragons only numbered in the hundreds, but still guarded the land from disaster from their secluded lairs. The generals of both sides attempted to carry out the whims of both fallen gods in the newly vacant world. Hollow and Demons, with great numbers and little purpose, inhabited the dark corners of the realm, the demons seeking to cause suffering, the hollow to uphold order and antiquity. In this distant rubble of the summit between earth and sky, from the great well of ichor and the corpses of gods, rose the final creation of both original beings. With numbers to eclipse all others, the strength of none, but the will of their own, the species of man reached out and populated the world.
At the dawn of civilization, so the story goes, lived two brothers, descendants of one mother and divine providence. Both of them kings in their own right, wise, strong, charismatic men of principle, the lands of the world were divided between the two of them. The elder brother, Attila, claimed the lands to the east, and founded a great lineage of tribes. These tribes held in great reverence the will of Sarkany and his Dragons, the order of nature, and held a great respect for the land. The younger brother, Arthur, claimed the lands to the west, and with his bare hands created great castles and cities, on which were founded his towering kingdoms, who believed in the freedom of will given from Isten and the Angels, they held most dear the power to alter their world as they saw fit. Blessed as these brothers were, the two knew the location of the remnants of the Summit of Earth and Sky, around which they built an impenetrable crypt, in order to guard the remains of the gods, and the power within. To seal the crypt, the brothers created two swords from the original remains. From Isten was crafted the blade Excalibur, and from Sarkany was forged Kardja. Excalibur was taken west, Kardja east, and the crypt was sealed.
As brothers and peoples must, the east and west went to war, for the dispute of their beliefs, for land, for gold, whatever the reason, The Chief Attila and King Arthur rose to fight one another. Their battle alone was said to have lasted centuries, each expending the full potential of their demigod lineage, in the hands of Arthur rested Excalibur, and in the gripe of Attila lay Kardja. Steel lay on steel until all armies were vanquished, and on a barren plain the two godly children were made mortal. On this field the two heavenly blades broke on one another, each lay in five pieces and handle as their wielders died beside each other, as brothers do. These pieces were passed from hand to hand, making their way to treasure troves and private collections over the years. It is said that the adventurer who could unite these swords could use them to unlock the greatest treasure man could ever know. Thousands of years have passed since the scattering of the blades, can a party rise who could bring them together once more rise to the occasion?
Before the age of man, before fire, war, before souls, the world was eternal. In this eternal, unchanging world, lived two creatures. They had existed before the world, and the world could not exist without either one, for their presence offset one another and kept all things at peace. Above there was Isten, lord of light, the skies, in the world he created little but offered much, bringing the breath of the wind, the cool of water, and the warmth of the sun to the creations of his counterpart. Below was Sarkany, the serpent of the earth, he had been the world's architect, laying reams of stone and earth into the shape of the land, sowing life which would sustain itself, plants, all of which would have been dust without the offering of the one above. As it was, all was at peace, the world continued under the governance of the two beings, a world without change, the progression of time hardly noticeable. Such was the world for millennia, until the original beings met one day at the tallest peak of the world, a summit between earth and sky. Upon the peak it was agreed that the world was yet incomplete, though perfect, it was little more than a space asking to be filled. Upon the peak the two original beings spilled their divine ichor, and where the blood of the light and earth pooled rose souls.
The first souls were small, creatures of whom had form given by the earth and animation granted by the sky. Animals who merely inhabited the world the awoke to, spirits who gave the animation of the sky and applied it to those creation of the earth. The world now moved, nature breathed and died in cycle, spirits attempted to maintain order amongst the natural forces, and the world was at peace.
Upon seeing the world as it was, so full of the will of the sky, Sarkany once again mounted the summit between the earth and sky, where the well of all souls rested in a shallow pool in the stone. Disgusted by the chaos that had overtaken his pristine world, the great serpent spilled more of his own blood into the pool, deepening it and shifting the balance of the well. From that day on were created the souls of the race of Dragons, descended more so from Sarkany than Isten, taking only the animation of the latter while hosting the form and desires of the former. The great beasts acted as guardians of the world, making sure that the chaotic forces of nature would not overcome the designs of their forefather. From these rose Leviathan of the seas and Behemoth of the lands, two generals to stand alongside their maker.
Upon seeing the world as it was, so full of the form of the earth, Isten once again descended onto the summit between earth and sky, to where his blood animated the dragons who upheld the order of the earth. Disgusted by the creatures who had defied his will and the forces of nature, the great lord spilled more of his blood into the pool, enough to overpower that of his counterpart. Now from the will of the sky rose the race of Angels, exemplars of the will of the forces of nature, creatures born of change and chance, holding only the barest of form for the exchange of more animation and freedom than any other creature. These Angels spread change across the land, creating fires, floods, quakes, storms, any and all events which would advance the will of the forces of nature, to change. From these rose Hadur, lord of the fires, Kirilius, lord of the storms, and Allius, lady of the waves. Fitting couriers of the forces of nature.
When once more the serpent Sarkany went to the mount, he found that no new dragons were born, instead were those creatures which opposed his order. Those creatures who condoned animals and their destructive ways, the whims of spirits to incite disaster in nature, and carried with them the will of the forces of nature, Angels. So incensed was he that he spilled more of his blood, deepening the well and corrupting the design of the Angels, from them making the Hollow, creatures with strength near that of the angels, but with hardly any life, only the directive to maintain order and destroy the Angels. Hollow then stalked the Angels of tragedy across the earth, wherever disaster struck, the Hollow flocked to attempt to put down the angels.
So enraged that his creations were being slaughtered, Isten once again spilled blood on the mount, deepening the well further. From this the abominable Demons were created to combat the Hollow. Demons carried the wills and whims of nature mixed with the spite of the lord of the sky, without restraint they destroyed all in their path, killed all that lived, and toppled all that stood. Now the Hollow could not hope to contend with the waves of misfortune that surrounded them, the world spinning far beyond their control. With the misguided creations of the two original beings wreaking havoc upon the earth, the world itself began to become undone at the seams of being. At the summit of the earth and sky, where the well of souls ran deep with the blood of those who came before, the two counterparts met for the last time. The climax of the war between will and order, came to a halt as the two beings slew each other. relinquishing the last of their blood, their forms in this world, and collapsing the summit between earth and sky.
The war ceased, and casualties great, the Angels numbered in the thousands, only ventured down from the sky to the land of the Dragons on occasion. The Dragons only numbered in the hundreds, but still guarded the land from disaster from their secluded lairs. The generals of both sides attempted to carry out the whims of both fallen gods in the newly vacant world. Hollow and Demons, with great numbers and little purpose, inhabited the dark corners of the realm, the demons seeking to cause suffering, the hollow to uphold order and antiquity. In this distant rubble of the summit between earth and sky, from the great well of ichor and the corpses of gods, rose the final creation of both original beings. With numbers to eclipse all others, the strength of none, but the will of their own, the species of man reached out and populated the world.
At the dawn of civilization, so the story goes, lived two brothers, descendants of one mother and divine providence. Both of them kings in their own right, wise, strong, charismatic men of principle, the lands of the world were divided between the two of them. The elder brother, Attila, claimed the lands to the east, and founded a great lineage of tribes. These tribes held in great reverence the will of Sarkany and his Dragons, the order of nature, and held a great respect for the land. The younger brother, Arthur, claimed the lands to the west, and with his bare hands created great castles and cities, on which were founded his towering kingdoms, who believed in the freedom of will given from Isten and the Angels, they held most dear the power to alter their world as they saw fit. Blessed as these brothers were, the two knew the location of the remnants of the Summit of Earth and Sky, around which they built an impenetrable crypt, in order to guard the remains of the gods, and the power within. To seal the crypt, the brothers created two swords from the original remains. From Isten was crafted the blade Excalibur, and from Sarkany was forged Kardja. Excalibur was taken west, Kardja east, and the crypt was sealed.
As brothers and peoples must, the east and west went to war, for the dispute of their beliefs, for land, for gold, whatever the reason, The Chief Attila and King Arthur rose to fight one another. Their battle alone was said to have lasted centuries, each expending the full potential of their demigod lineage, in the hands of Arthur rested Excalibur, and in the gripe of Attila lay Kardja. Steel lay on steel until all armies were vanquished, and on a barren plain the two godly children were made mortal. On this field the two heavenly blades broke on one another, each lay in five pieces and handle as their wielders died beside each other, as brothers do. These pieces were passed from hand to hand, making their way to treasure troves and private collections over the years. It is said that the adventurer who could unite these swords could use them to unlock the greatest treasure man could ever know. Thousands of years have passed since the scattering of the blades, can a party rise who could bring them together once more rise to the occasion?
