"Just what are Deities, sir?" Mumbled a young boy as he looked up curiously.
"Are you daft, boy?" He stared at the lad with a bewildered expression. "They're the divine forces that hold Alencia together. Three puzzle pieces left behind for our sake. They're messengers from Valhalla itself. They've saved us in the past and I believe they would help us again if we could learn to trust em."
- An excerpt from The History of Alencia Through the Eyes of the Youth.
"Are you daft, boy?" He stared at the lad with a bewildered expression. "They're the divine forces that hold Alencia together. Three puzzle pieces left behind for our sake. They're messengers from Valhalla itself. They've saved us in the past and I believe they would help us again if we could learn to trust em."
- An excerpt from The History of Alencia Through the Eyes of the Youth.
Azurith : The Seal
Bards sing about him, warriors raise their swords in his name and his tale is forever recorded within books. Azurith the Seal: a hero in the land of Alencia.
Many ages ago during a time of power-lust and greed humans opened a rift between the human world and the Neverworld. Strange apparitions began pouring into the realm of the living, some nothing but drifters and others bloodthirsty and in need of living vessels. This took place not too long after the powerful beast was banished within an accursed scroll and people feared it would be a repeat of the horrendous incident that nearly wiped Alencia off the map forever.
A monster with eagle-like wings and a mishmash of animal qualities flickered to life as it clawed its way out of the rift. Another abomination brought about by the people's endless search for power. The rift had been weakened and nothing would stop the beast that tried to make its way into the land of the living. It wrecked havoc, slayed hundreds and would have continued if not for one sacrifice.
A skilled mage named Azurith decided he would put an end to it all. He faced the beast and fought till he could fight no more. In his desperation he called on the arcane arts and sealed the monster's spirit within himself. The influx of power killed Azurith and banished the beast into oblivion along with the mage's soul. Azurith was deemed a hero and a statue was built in his honor.
Azurith represents self-sacrifice, courage and justice while being a constant reminder of how power can destroy and overwhelm. Those who fight in Azurith's name fight valiantly and with honor. They do not resort to cheap tricks but fight fairly and with persistence. Azurith is better known as The Seal. His spirit was cast away into the Neverworld but he can manifest in the human realm to speak to the ones they call prophets. Though he is never concrete and always fades into a wisp of smoke after a specific amount of time has passed by.
Many ages ago during a time of power-lust and greed humans opened a rift between the human world and the Neverworld. Strange apparitions began pouring into the realm of the living, some nothing but drifters and others bloodthirsty and in need of living vessels. This took place not too long after the powerful beast was banished within an accursed scroll and people feared it would be a repeat of the horrendous incident that nearly wiped Alencia off the map forever.
A monster with eagle-like wings and a mishmash of animal qualities flickered to life as it clawed its way out of the rift. Another abomination brought about by the people's endless search for power. The rift had been weakened and nothing would stop the beast that tried to make its way into the land of the living. It wrecked havoc, slayed hundreds and would have continued if not for one sacrifice.
A skilled mage named Azurith decided he would put an end to it all. He faced the beast and fought till he could fight no more. In his desperation he called on the arcane arts and sealed the monster's spirit within himself. The influx of power killed Azurith and banished the beast into oblivion along with the mage's soul. Azurith was deemed a hero and a statue was built in his honor.
Azurith represents self-sacrifice, courage and justice while being a constant reminder of how power can destroy and overwhelm. Those who fight in Azurith's name fight valiantly and with honor. They do not resort to cheap tricks but fight fairly and with persistence. Azurith is better known as The Seal. His spirit was cast away into the Neverworld but he can manifest in the human realm to speak to the ones they call prophets. Though he is never concrete and always fades into a wisp of smoke after a specific amount of time has passed by.
Urius : The Forsworn
When Urius is here,
What to fear? What is dear?
Dark of eye, light of heart,
Urius is bathing in moonlight.
The young hold hands and dance in careening motions around shrines of his name, chanting nursery rhymes and tales of Urius the Forsworn, while the old rub the dust off of the Book of Urius with a sad gleam to their eyes.
Centuries ago, when the Rift had opened and the night was youthful, a young Urius was hatched from the sky. He was born naked and winged, with hair the color of ebony and ears twice the average length of a human's. Laid against his lap was an embroidered obsidian blade, with the simple words of Urius carved into it.
Wherever Urius went, he was met with the emptiness and septic wastelands of the world. This led him to create. The more he would explore, the more he realized that he could not ever see the world of Alencia in its entirety. Each time he reached the edge of the region that is now under the power of the Summoner's, he was met with the resistance of a magical barrier. He was trapped - the boundaries were laid out for him, and he had to stick within them. Thusly so, he began to construct more and more in the region whose clutches held him against its metaphorical bosoms - he created hovels and forests, nature and animals. He created men to build, and women to populate. But mankind grew greedy.
Soon, even Urius changed with the world. He became more human, became less of his former self. The hubris of man was a festering poison, and one with no cure. As revenge against man, he granted one gluttonous human in particular the power over the Rift. And not surprisingly, he abused the gift. He led Alencia into its first Great War, and was the cause of the distrust among Magi. In response, Urius was forced to use the rest of his power to create the Fae - spirits and creatures similar to demons, but noble and prideful in nature - in order to help the humans survive the ordeal. In doing so, his body was cast away into Seven Guardian Spirits that guard the Summoner's Faction. His soul dispersed into the eighth, incomprehensible dimension of the Gods. Too weak to manifest physically in the world, he is only able to speak to the chosen Oracle/Prophet.
What to fear? What is dear?
Dark of eye, light of heart,
Urius is bathing in moonlight.
The young hold hands and dance in careening motions around shrines of his name, chanting nursery rhymes and tales of Urius the Forsworn, while the old rub the dust off of the Book of Urius with a sad gleam to their eyes.
Centuries ago, when the Rift had opened and the night was youthful, a young Urius was hatched from the sky. He was born naked and winged, with hair the color of ebony and ears twice the average length of a human's. Laid against his lap was an embroidered obsidian blade, with the simple words of Urius carved into it.
Wherever Urius went, he was met with the emptiness and septic wastelands of the world. This led him to create. The more he would explore, the more he realized that he could not ever see the world of Alencia in its entirety. Each time he reached the edge of the region that is now under the power of the Summoner's, he was met with the resistance of a magical barrier. He was trapped - the boundaries were laid out for him, and he had to stick within them. Thusly so, he began to construct more and more in the region whose clutches held him against its metaphorical bosoms - he created hovels and forests, nature and animals. He created men to build, and women to populate. But mankind grew greedy.
Soon, even Urius changed with the world. He became more human, became less of his former self. The hubris of man was a festering poison, and one with no cure. As revenge against man, he granted one gluttonous human in particular the power over the Rift. And not surprisingly, he abused the gift. He led Alencia into its first Great War, and was the cause of the distrust among Magi. In response, Urius was forced to use the rest of his power to create the Fae - spirits and creatures similar to demons, but noble and prideful in nature - in order to help the humans survive the ordeal. In doing so, his body was cast away into Seven Guardian Spirits that guard the Summoner's Faction. His soul dispersed into the eighth, incomprehensible dimension of the Gods. Too weak to manifest physically in the world, he is only able to speak to the chosen Oracle/Prophet.
Zenara : The Watcher
Priests chant her name fervently. Her eyes watch as both trials and executions are carried out in her name on her temple floors.
Zenara born when there when all had been nothing. She was a simple child of the Rift who neither wanted nor delivered anything. There in the barren badlands that was Alencia, she meditated and watched, and she was content. She sat in the middle of Alencia and there she waited. It was a simple existence and one that only demanded little of her. Then humankind started to grow and flourish.
She stayed where she was, watching and observing as forests, animals and humans came to be. She watched with fascination how humans built cities, villages and even nations. She watched as mankind, demons and Fae spread around the world, each growing and overpopulating Alencia, with the old choking out the life of the new eventually allowing no new life to be created. How could the world be so full of life yet devoid of people who truly lived? They would live out centuries and their empires would have abundance and yet they were greedy and did not wish to create future generations. She decided then to act.
On top of her steed, she rode to battle. With each swing of her sword, civilizations were laid to waste. She gave the world death. The world rejoiced. Soon, the new were once again required. More civilizations were built, each more powerful than the last. Progression once again came to a stagnant world. But like Urius, she was soon corrupted into a more humanlike appearance as well. Her powers waned as she was corrupted by mankind’s lust for longevity. She worried that one day her powers would be no more and the world would return as it was.
To prevent this, she split herself up into millions of fragments, each one embedded into each individual. Her eyes watch within each of us and judge each of our actions. When our time is up, her fragment would do its job and free our souls from our mortal body and each soul is judged based upon her time within us. Her main core is within the body of the prophet and she can only manifest herself to this chosen individual.
She represents death, progress and justice. She serves as proof that sometimes you had to destroy to move on with life. Her disciples are taught to always think of the greater good and to never let desires or lust for power cloud your judgment.
Zenara born when there when all had been nothing. She was a simple child of the Rift who neither wanted nor delivered anything. There in the barren badlands that was Alencia, she meditated and watched, and she was content. She sat in the middle of Alencia and there she waited. It was a simple existence and one that only demanded little of her. Then humankind started to grow and flourish.
She stayed where she was, watching and observing as forests, animals and humans came to be. She watched with fascination how humans built cities, villages and even nations. She watched as mankind, demons and Fae spread around the world, each growing and overpopulating Alencia, with the old choking out the life of the new eventually allowing no new life to be created. How could the world be so full of life yet devoid of people who truly lived? They would live out centuries and their empires would have abundance and yet they were greedy and did not wish to create future generations. She decided then to act.
On top of her steed, she rode to battle. With each swing of her sword, civilizations were laid to waste. She gave the world death. The world rejoiced. Soon, the new were once again required. More civilizations were built, each more powerful than the last. Progression once again came to a stagnant world. But like Urius, she was soon corrupted into a more humanlike appearance as well. Her powers waned as she was corrupted by mankind’s lust for longevity. She worried that one day her powers would be no more and the world would return as it was.
To prevent this, she split herself up into millions of fragments, each one embedded into each individual. Her eyes watch within each of us and judge each of our actions. When our time is up, her fragment would do its job and free our souls from our mortal body and each soul is judged based upon her time within us. Her main core is within the body of the prophet and she can only manifest herself to this chosen individual.
She represents death, progress and justice. She serves as proof that sometimes you had to destroy to move on with life. Her disciples are taught to always think of the greater good and to never let desires or lust for power cloud your judgment.