You have questioned and I shall answer. I am neither Arcos or Belial. Nor am I a simple being, created by the whims of a simple master. I am their successor! I am fate incarnate and chaos unleashed. I am the maker and the destroyer, the incarnate father of sin! My names are beyond legend, mortal. Tyrus, Alam'gir, X'os- I am all of these! But you. You will know me by another name, fitting for a new era. You shall be my herald of the coming dawn, by this name will worlds know of my coming! Exodos! Exodos! I am Exodos!
See me now and know fear, mortal! I am no demon, nor am I a god- fallen or risen! I control those that enter my prison and take from them, what is to be mine forevermore!
This is my pandemonium, little herald. It was built to contain my very essence by the pantheon itself! Do you know of the pantheon, human? Of course not. It is beyond your time. It was the order of your gods, a basis of all things. But by sealing me, they were forced to close the bastion with most of their own inside. Inside, human! How I enjoyed taking their powers for my own. And when that happened, the pantheon collapsed and dissension ran amok their ranks, spreading until the remaining gods became nothing more then feudal lords.
How do I know this? Fool! Insect! This is my domain! All who dare enter stand no chance resisting me! They tell me all! They give me all! This is Innisfal, prison of eternity! Those who fall, land here and from them, I take all!
Belial. The first of the fallen. The most powerful of Twilight. He stood against me, like most. But… like all others, he too had no chance. Belial. Were you sent to seal him, instead? Little fool. You came to your doom. You were tricked. Decieved! Yes. Let the hope leave your eyes. Let your soul know the cost of betrayal!
Aurendil? Do you think such a tool has any power over me? What? You don’t even know what you wield? It is an elvish blade, human! Designed by an elven race of old who are nothing more then a forgotten memory now. Aurendil, the bringer of light. But there is no light in this darkness, herald. There is no hope. Like the crafters of the blade you now hold, you too shall perish. There is no hope!
What? What have you done? I bleed! What have you done to me? That is not Aurendil! That is not Aurendil! Come, assassin! Show me your claws, so that I may recognize the works of cowardice! So even Exodos may bleed. How is it that I can not feel the blade’s glow even though it is from my land, human? What weapon has the power to hurt me so? Tell me!
I understand now. Bearer and blade, one and the same. You are Bane, Bringer of Ruin, and the sword you hold is nothing more then yourself, crafted by my blood. So you plan to destroy me and seal Belial at last? It seems you’ve succeeded. But I cannot die. Not now. Not ever! I am eternal, Azurio! You cannot destroy me!
What? No. No, no, no! Stop! This cannot be! You cannot seal me, Azurio! It is impossible! I am Exodos! I am eternal! You cannot seal me!
You won’t need that now, Azurio. You have me now.
Yes. Exodos. That is me. You’ve sealed me within yourself, Azurio. You’ve traded your soul- your very essence in order to contain me. And now you’ve become the most powerful of mortals. My secrets are yours. My powers are yours. For a price, of course.
Leave it. Leave behind your shattered heritage and create a new one, with me. We shall walk amongst worlds, with crowds of thousands shouting our many names. Together we shall be almighty! Side with me and we shall be, the chosen of eternity.
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Commentary:
These are the major words of one of the most important events in the Calus Trilogy. Azurio had traveled to Innisfal in order to seal Belial as was told by the Light Elves. However, the given objective was misinterpreted and Azurio was doomed to face the being that is known as Exodos. This is not one large soliloquy. It is a number of his major sayings within this chapter, before and after he is sealed within the Mark of Kings and the Banesword.
Little detail is given about this chapter but it is the beginning of Azurio's burden that ultimately leads to complete chaos.
04 March 2008
Soldiers
“I have a story for you.”
“Oh?”
“Yes.” He nodded, his eyes solemnly locked with hers as a smile appeared on her face.
She loved his stories. It was the only treasure he ever brought back with him from the shadowed lands. Every tale, whether filled with adventure or horror, was a delight to her. Even in these times, when life seemed naught but grey.
“Remember the Knights of Ember, Erry?”
Nodding excitedly, she sat down besides him, her smile growing wider. She loved it when he called her Erry. He was the only one that ever could. Even though he was much older then her, Errien would always fawn over him and his tales.
“I met one.”
She gasped, that smile of hers disappearing immediately. All thoughts of Kieran were swept from her mind instantly as those words hit her.
His calming stare fell to his palm, whereupon it lay a simple black figurine of a mounted knight on a horse with a tiny banner in hand. Though the detail was crude, the figurine was crystal and that in itself was proof of the object’s genuine nature.
“Kieran-…”
“They all died trying to save our lands, Erry. They tried to quench the great flame that came before our lands were sundered.”
“Kieran. That was two centuries ago.”
He smiled. He hardly ever smiled ever since Duncan died. It was one of those moments, she knew. A moment he shared with the kind man before his end.
“Kieran,” she began, looking at him inquisitively. “Was Duncan a Knight?”
He shook his head, that smile slowly fading into a grimace.
“His father was, Erry.”
She didn’t understand. Duncan’s father had disappeared when the boy had just been born. Surely the burning desert had swallowed the man and whatever forces he took with him when they ventured towards the Emerald Isle. How did Kieran know anything of him, let alone the fact that he was a Knight? Unless…
“No. Kieran, I don’t believe-.”
He turned his eyes towards Errien, holding the figurine out to her.
“He is gone, Erry. Dradik died, but not before I met him.”
She turned back to him with a bewildered look.
“D-Dradik?”
“Sir Dradik of the Cloven Field, realmlord of the Emerald Isle.” He said calmly, looking at her shocked expression.
She couldn’t believe any of it. Dradik was her grandfather and her home had been the Cloven Field of the Emerald Isle once. But this made no sense! If this knight- this Dradik was Duncan’s father…
“Oh gods.” She whispered heavily, her muscles failing her. Collapsing towards the ground, her plunge ended in Kieran’s arms.
“Kieran…”
“I know Erry. I know.”
“Kieran,” She whispered, her watery eyes trying desperately to focus on him. “Duncan was my father...”
He nodded, holding her shivering body tightly against him. He spoke no words of comfort. He never did. Such was his way. But he cared. Each stroke of his hand through her hair revealed the worry in his eyes.
“They’re both dead, Kieran. My family is dead.”
“They were dead to you before, Erry.”
It was a cold reply but a truthful one. She knew he was blunt with his words, not realizing how much they could affect her. But it was the truth. Before Duncan- before Dradik- her family was gone.
“I don’t understand why,” She whispered, looking at him through tears.
“They needed to protect you, Erry. You’re the last one who can bring back-.”
“No!” She cried, shutting her eyes. It was all too much for her. She knew what words were going to be next. They were not for her. “No, no, no!”
Everything was destroyed. Her city, her life. Everything. There was nothing left and yet everything was in her hands now? She hated those words and what they meant. Heroes, legends, and myths- they were all relied on. She didn’t want the world on her shoulders. Not now. Not ever. All she wanted was the comfort of Kieran’s arms.
“You’re the last one, Errien. Surely Duncan knew that. That is why your bloodline was hidden away.”
Always so calm. Always so professional. When would it end? When would Kieran Reiyn break?
Could he break?
“You’re the last of the Ember, Errien. It is in your blood.”
“Then who are you, Kieran Reiyn?” She cried out in rage, freeing herself from his arms. “Who are you to tell me who I am?”
He smiled, standing up and placing a hand on the hilt of his blade. It was genuine, that smile of his. Errien recognized it so easily. Her anger dissipated almost immediately as a wave of guilt rolled over her. Her tantrum was like that of a child, she realized.
“Who am I?” He asked, looking down at her with content. That stance- his very movement was that of a hero. Her hero. “Just a soldier, Erry. Just a soldier.”
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Commentary:
This is a simple story I wrote/brainstormed during class once. Kieran Reiyn is the main character of the Western Califran Series which I've yet to get a name for. I have little in store for this story aside from a drawing of the land that I made and minor notes in regards to what is happening. My current idea is that the land is in complete chaos, as it had been a battlefield for a number of gods and the people are slowing dying out due to the limited amount of resources left in the land. I've plenty to go by and I'm sure more will develop eventually.
“Oh?”
“Yes.” He nodded, his eyes solemnly locked with hers as a smile appeared on her face.
She loved his stories. It was the only treasure he ever brought back with him from the shadowed lands. Every tale, whether filled with adventure or horror, was a delight to her. Even in these times, when life seemed naught but grey.
“Remember the Knights of Ember, Erry?”
Nodding excitedly, she sat down besides him, her smile growing wider. She loved it when he called her Erry. He was the only one that ever could. Even though he was much older then her, Errien would always fawn over him and his tales.
“I met one.”
She gasped, that smile of hers disappearing immediately. All thoughts of Kieran were swept from her mind instantly as those words hit her.
His calming stare fell to his palm, whereupon it lay a simple black figurine of a mounted knight on a horse with a tiny banner in hand. Though the detail was crude, the figurine was crystal and that in itself was proof of the object’s genuine nature.
“Kieran-…”
“They all died trying to save our lands, Erry. They tried to quench the great flame that came before our lands were sundered.”
“Kieran. That was two centuries ago.”
He smiled. He hardly ever smiled ever since Duncan died. It was one of those moments, she knew. A moment he shared with the kind man before his end.
“Kieran,” she began, looking at him inquisitively. “Was Duncan a Knight?”
He shook his head, that smile slowly fading into a grimace.
“His father was, Erry.”
She didn’t understand. Duncan’s father had disappeared when the boy had just been born. Surely the burning desert had swallowed the man and whatever forces he took with him when they ventured towards the Emerald Isle. How did Kieran know anything of him, let alone the fact that he was a Knight? Unless…
“No. Kieran, I don’t believe-.”
He turned his eyes towards Errien, holding the figurine out to her.
“He is gone, Erry. Dradik died, but not before I met him.”
She turned back to him with a bewildered look.
“D-Dradik?”
“Sir Dradik of the Cloven Field, realmlord of the Emerald Isle.” He said calmly, looking at her shocked expression.
She couldn’t believe any of it. Dradik was her grandfather and her home had been the Cloven Field of the Emerald Isle once. But this made no sense! If this knight- this Dradik was Duncan’s father…
“Oh gods.” She whispered heavily, her muscles failing her. Collapsing towards the ground, her plunge ended in Kieran’s arms.
“Kieran…”
“I know Erry. I know.”
“Kieran,” She whispered, her watery eyes trying desperately to focus on him. “Duncan was my father...”
He nodded, holding her shivering body tightly against him. He spoke no words of comfort. He never did. Such was his way. But he cared. Each stroke of his hand through her hair revealed the worry in his eyes.
“They’re both dead, Kieran. My family is dead.”
“They were dead to you before, Erry.”
It was a cold reply but a truthful one. She knew he was blunt with his words, not realizing how much they could affect her. But it was the truth. Before Duncan- before Dradik- her family was gone.
“I don’t understand why,” She whispered, looking at him through tears.
“They needed to protect you, Erry. You’re the last one who can bring back-.”
“No!” She cried, shutting her eyes. It was all too much for her. She knew what words were going to be next. They were not for her. “No, no, no!”
Everything was destroyed. Her city, her life. Everything. There was nothing left and yet everything was in her hands now? She hated those words and what they meant. Heroes, legends, and myths- they were all relied on. She didn’t want the world on her shoulders. Not now. Not ever. All she wanted was the comfort of Kieran’s arms.
“You’re the last one, Errien. Surely Duncan knew that. That is why your bloodline was hidden away.”
Always so calm. Always so professional. When would it end? When would Kieran Reiyn break?
Could he break?
“You’re the last of the Ember, Errien. It is in your blood.”
“Then who are you, Kieran Reiyn?” She cried out in rage, freeing herself from his arms. “Who are you to tell me who I am?”
He smiled, standing up and placing a hand on the hilt of his blade. It was genuine, that smile of his. Errien recognized it so easily. Her anger dissipated almost immediately as a wave of guilt rolled over her. Her tantrum was like that of a child, she realized.
“Who am I?” He asked, looking down at her with content. That stance- his very movement was that of a hero. Her hero. “Just a soldier, Erry. Just a soldier.”
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Commentary:
This is a simple story I wrote/brainstormed during class once. Kieran Reiyn is the main character of the Western Califran Series which I've yet to get a name for. I have little in store for this story aside from a drawing of the land that I made and minor notes in regards to what is happening. My current idea is that the land is in complete chaos, as it had been a battlefield for a number of gods and the people are slowing dying out due to the limited amount of resources left in the land. I've plenty to go by and I'm sure more will develop eventually.
03 March 2008
Rosa Aceleus - Comments on it's brief origin.
I used to do alot of foruming in my younger days. I didn't play too many games or do much after school. I would sit around on various forums and talk with people. I think thats where alot of my creativity came from because I look back on it now and wonder where I obtained all those ideas from. I don't even recognize some of the work as my own- its that different.
Anyways, one of these forums was Fallengene, also known as Fallen Genesis. Just a few people having fun, talking, making stories. Haze Henry, known as Zephyr on the forums was the guy I met and shared my stories with. Hes from England by the way. He wanted to work on one project but had no story for it whatsoever. Thats where I came in.
All he had was a name. I don't remember where it came from but thats all he had. No story, no ideas- just a name.
Rosa Aceleus. He wanted me to create a story for that name. Instead of a story, I created a world. It isn't written out bookwise but I've a very detailed timeline and map of the land relating to Rosa Aceleus. And if that isn't enough, I split it up into 3 and a half books.
I will write them sometime and bring out more detail here but I simply wanted to say that its amazing what one can create from a simple name. Take a seed and create with it a forest of dreams. Anything is possible when it comes to writing.
Anyways, one of these forums was Fallengene, also known as Fallen Genesis. Just a few people having fun, talking, making stories. Haze Henry, known as Zephyr on the forums was the guy I met and shared my stories with. Hes from England by the way. He wanted to work on one project but had no story for it whatsoever. Thats where I came in.
All he had was a name. I don't remember where it came from but thats all he had. No story, no ideas- just a name.
Rosa Aceleus. He wanted me to create a story for that name. Instead of a story, I created a world. It isn't written out bookwise but I've a very detailed timeline and map of the land relating to Rosa Aceleus. And if that isn't enough, I split it up into 3 and a half books.
I will write them sometime and bring out more detail here but I simply wanted to say that its amazing what one can create from a simple name. Take a seed and create with it a forest of dreams. Anything is possible when it comes to writing.
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