A Forgotten Age,
Demon Lands
Lightning flashed across the sky, piercing the dark mist that swept across the azure expanse. The light seemed almost alive, the way it moved and branched across the darkness. It radiated an aura of power, a kind that comes but rarely in this mortal realm.
And in the centre of this was a column of light, that surged in the heavens. It glowed and pulsed, almost like the core of some giant spirit.
And in the middle of it all, was a man. In the eye of the storm, he reigned. A spot of calm, a place of safety, a place of hope. The kind that warriors all across the world strive to attain.
His face was bathed in an Otherworldly light, seeming like that of a Nephilim: half-god, in its purity and power. His locks of crimson were bound by a circlet of gold, seeming like flames coming from some portal.
In the distance, there came the sound of roaring, like that of some vast beast, struggling in its death throes. It was a sound of evil. A sound of death. The shriek, the hiss the scythe of the Grey Man makes in its passage in the Nine Circles of Hell.
The man's eyes opened.
Pure white. The power within them was so intense, it spilled out in the mortal realm. It glowed, illuminated the lives of those countless mortals that lives and died in misery in these lands. Cracks began to appear around the man. The power, the divinity was so intense, it could not be contained within the fabric of this worlds-realm.
He raised his hand.
The effect was instant. A pillar of light began to emerge from the heavens, white like the white of the man's eyes. The storm near it began to calm.
From somewhere nearby, the man heard the cry of some female. A desperate wail. And with it, a vine of gold seemed to wrap around the pillar. It then grew rapidly in length till it encased the whole pillar, glowing like diamonds were affixed to it. Then it tapered to a point, a knife-edge which was unrivalled throughout this realm. An edge which could cut through dimensions, exposing the void that lay therein.
A smile adorned the man's face.
He snapped his fingers.
With a tremendous outburst, the pillar of light descended. Onto the earth, onto the countless foes that crept on this land. A golden aura poured forth, a power none could withstand in this worlds-realm.
This was the Divine Skill that many across the land have heard.
The Skill that saved this worlds-realm.
The Skill that needed two to wield. Whose origins lay far back in the mists of time.
It was a wrath descending from the heavens. A divine-forged weapon guided straight from the hands of immortals.
The Spear of God.
-then shall it come to pass, the sin shall wield its fury across the tapestry of the ages... The Wrath of Eternity shall doom this worlds-realm and bring... Who shall know his name, born among the mortals? Born in all eternity, born... The heavens shall walk amongst us, as light among the dust... The Firstborn shall return, their oaths sworn to... Light shall fail and hope darken. Yet still the Son of... shall fight for... His blood shall stain the pattern of the world, the light in his heart broken... He shall sacrifice his friends for power, his love for revenge, his heart for light, his soul for... Unknown and forsaken shall he walk in the realm that is not... Shall return the Masters of the Old, their vows bind...
-- Æer Caran Diriel'em
The Faith of the Scions
-Like water he will come, to touch everything. His floods shall wash away the weak, his tides scour the world. His force shall cleanse this worlds-realm. And like the waves, he shall be gone. Hand of God, come and set fire to this world. Show your wrath upon the scourge of mankind. Stay the will of the Ancients-
-- Sic En Car'palaniel
The Writings of Malabeth
● Notes
• Nephilim - In legends, they are said to be the children of Gods and humans. The first Nephilim is said to be Mikæl, the son of a mortal woman and the god Mirãen, the protector and the creator of the mortal realm. He is revered by the Holy Theocracy in Malta, a country in the eastern regions of Lamarthis. Generally, Nephilim are seen as heroes, protectors of mankind, but if inflamed with their own powers, they can become the greatest enemies of mankind.
•Grey Man - The Grey Man is a figure of legend, mentioned in many folktales. He is said to be the literal incarnation of Death, a manifestation in this worlds-realm of death's powers. He is generally depicted as a young man wearing a black cloak, holding a scythe in hand, riding on skeletal horses. His most prominent features are his glowing green eyes.
•Skill - Skill refers, not to the skill in swordplay or any others, but rather, to the basic fundamentals that make up this universe. Skills can be said to be some sort of magical supports, used by many to achieve greatness. They are mostly offensive, with some defensive mixed in. Obviously, they can't be compared to actual magicians, who are versatile in a variety of magical disciplines. Their greatest hindrance is that they require some time and special actions to activate, which might be deadly in actual battle.
•Malabeth - Malabeth was a druid, or as is called in Lamarthis, a Dreamer. He lived in the Age of Glory, which ended over two thousand years ago by an unknown catastrophe. He made many prophecies, and nearly all of them have come true, in one form or the other. His prophecies are collected in the Writings of Malabeth, of which there are only two copies left, and even they are incomplete.