marorda
Oddball and author
A history lesson
The most important story in the history of Power Rangers Sentinels, is the tale of what happened between Vorkalth and King Tericius. This story knows several versions:
- The version of those who are loyal to king Tericius
- The version of those who are loyal to Vorkalth
- The version Fate (with commentary by Novus) tells at the beginning of the story
Read all versions and draw your conclusions. What has truly happened at the beginning of days?
The most important story in the history of Power Rangers Sentinels, is the tale of what happened between Vorkalth and King Tericius. This story knows several versions:
- The version of those who are loyal to king Tericius
- The version of those who are loyal to Vorkalth
- The version Fate (with commentary by Novus) tells at the beginning of the story
Read all versions and draw your conclusions. What has truly happened at the beginning of days?
Legends say that centuries... no, even millennia ago, there was a powerful shaman. I know there have been many shamans, druids, or whatever you might want to call them over the course of ages. Not just in our legends and history, but anywhere... everywhere in the Wheel. Earth, Avalon, Yggdrasil, Olympus... every mythical world. Now, the shaman of this particular part of history is one of our world.
A long time ago, there was a very powerful shaman. He had a strong connection with the Ancient Gods and the Elements. He may even have been the first to coin the term "Essencia", something we use even up until this day. His name was Vorkalth, and he was the right hand and loyal advisor of King Tericius Aumuidel. He was one of the first kings our world had ever seen. But as the king grew in power, he became more and more wary of Vorkalth. Tericius started to question Vorkalth's loyalties and started distancing himself from his old friend. He stopped listening to his advices. Tericius even went as far as accusing Vorkalth of treason. Shocked and angered by his insolence, Vorkalth...
(who dares questioning the gods in the old times?!)
Would you mind not interrupting me?
...Vorkalth prayed to the ancient gods to help him show Tericius back to the right path, to show him the error of his way diverging from the gods. His prayer were heard. The ancient gods granted him with special powers, the limits of which are lost to time. By accepting the gift and merging it with his own Essencia, Vorkalth proved to Tericius that the gods were real and still present. That, and that he was their spokesman. Tericius apologized and accepted the shaman back at his side, whether this was because he had truly seen the error of his ways or was just terrified of Vorkalth's newfound powers remains unknown.
(the latter is clearly assumed though)
Novus...
Together they built an empire greater and more prosperous than the world had ever seen
(much the Roman Empire, which was rapidly growing on Earth. This being not the only thing they've got in common)
Fair enough, just this once.
At the peak days of this renewed Empire, something was bound to change again. A shadow loomed over the unstoppable pair. As time passed by, the two grew wary of one another again. Vorkalth knew Tericius would soon try to accuse him of treason again and have him executed due to his ever growing power. And Tericius... he started to believe Vorkalth would soon try to claim the throne for his own. Due to his mastery of the Arcane, it
(unfortunately)
...
took Vorkalth little effort to kill Tericius and everyone who dared to stand in his way. He ruled this new Empire as a God-King
(-Shaman)
Damn you...
The Empire was plunged into darkness until it started crumbling apart into many tiny nations. The darkness took over more and more, and the tiny nations were thrown into war among each other. Few dared to fight Vorkalth, as those who tried always perished. In the darkest of those days a small shimmer of hope brought a few brave souls together. They were willing to risk their lives and fight for the Empire, for balance, for all they believed in.
(Sadly it seems they all died in the battle that ensued)
NOVUS! JUST SHUT UP!
This might be the case, but it was not before they destroyed Vorkalth's mortal body and banished his soul to the darkest reaches of the underworld. Without a mortal body his soul searched for something to attach itself to. Some believe this was the skull of a deer. We honored the sacrifice the shamans, who called themselves Sentinels, made as they disappeared into nothingness. All they left behind for us was magical stones, shimmering with what we believe to be a small bit of their souls, their very essence, and the warning that the battle would not be over.
(And it sure wasn't )
I swear to the gods, you damn fairy...
In the underworld, Vorkalth's soul slumbered. Maybe it is a rather funny thing that similar stories seem to arise every once in a while. A new ruler rises, becomes power hungry, perhaps even crazed. They plunge their “Empire” into the darkest times that have been seen in years, until the moment where brave souls rise and stand up to fight for what they believe is right. The ruler is killed eventually, and the world is restored to former order. According to the legends, Vorkalth has yet to be destroyed entirely. Every time he dies, he is again banished to the Underworld, each time retaining a tiny bit of his regained powers. Once he recovers his full power, he will resurrect his ancient body and plunge the world into eternal darkness. It has been a long time since the legend started, so maybe this time is now closer than we’d like to believe? Who knows for sure. Some will claim these things to be nothing but legends alone, but can we really be so sure? Only time will tell.
(The answer is obvious, ‘innit? )
*sigh* I give up.
A long time ago, there was a very powerful shaman. He had a strong connection with the Ancient Gods and the Elements. He may even have been the first to coin the term "Essencia", something we use even up until this day. His name was Vorkalth, and he was the right hand and loyal advisor of King Tericius Aumuidel. He was one of the first kings our world had ever seen. But as the king grew in power, he became more and more wary of Vorkalth. Tericius started to question Vorkalth's loyalties and started distancing himself from his old friend. He stopped listening to his advices. Tericius even went as far as accusing Vorkalth of treason. Shocked and angered by his insolence, Vorkalth...
(who dares questioning the gods in the old times?!)
Would you mind not interrupting me?
...Vorkalth prayed to the ancient gods to help him show Tericius back to the right path, to show him the error of his way diverging from the gods. His prayer were heard. The ancient gods granted him with special powers, the limits of which are lost to time. By accepting the gift and merging it with his own Essencia, Vorkalth proved to Tericius that the gods were real and still present. That, and that he was their spokesman. Tericius apologized and accepted the shaman back at his side, whether this was because he had truly seen the error of his ways or was just terrified of Vorkalth's newfound powers remains unknown.
(the latter is clearly assumed though)
Novus...
Together they built an empire greater and more prosperous than the world had ever seen
(much the Roman Empire, which was rapidly growing on Earth. This being not the only thing they've got in common)
Fair enough, just this once.
At the peak days of this renewed Empire, something was bound to change again. A shadow loomed over the unstoppable pair. As time passed by, the two grew wary of one another again. Vorkalth knew Tericius would soon try to accuse him of treason again and have him executed due to his ever growing power. And Tericius... he started to believe Vorkalth would soon try to claim the throne for his own. Due to his mastery of the Arcane, it
(unfortunately)
...
took Vorkalth little effort to kill Tericius and everyone who dared to stand in his way. He ruled this new Empire as a God-King
(-Shaman)
Damn you...
The Empire was plunged into darkness until it started crumbling apart into many tiny nations. The darkness took over more and more, and the tiny nations were thrown into war among each other. Few dared to fight Vorkalth, as those who tried always perished. In the darkest of those days a small shimmer of hope brought a few brave souls together. They were willing to risk their lives and fight for the Empire, for balance, for all they believed in.
(Sadly it seems they all died in the battle that ensued)
NOVUS! JUST SHUT UP!
This might be the case, but it was not before they destroyed Vorkalth's mortal body and banished his soul to the darkest reaches of the underworld. Without a mortal body his soul searched for something to attach itself to. Some believe this was the skull of a deer. We honored the sacrifice the shamans, who called themselves Sentinels, made as they disappeared into nothingness. All they left behind for us was magical stones, shimmering with what we believe to be a small bit of their souls, their very essence, and the warning that the battle would not be over.
(And it sure wasn't )
I swear to the gods, you damn fairy...
In the underworld, Vorkalth's soul slumbered. Maybe it is a rather funny thing that similar stories seem to arise every once in a while. A new ruler rises, becomes power hungry, perhaps even crazed. They plunge their “Empire” into the darkest times that have been seen in years, until the moment where brave souls rise and stand up to fight for what they believe is right. The ruler is killed eventually, and the world is restored to former order. According to the legends, Vorkalth has yet to be destroyed entirely. Every time he dies, he is again banished to the Underworld, each time retaining a tiny bit of his regained powers. Once he recovers his full power, he will resurrect his ancient body and plunge the world into eternal darkness. It has been a long time since the legend started, so maybe this time is now closer than we’d like to believe? Who knows for sure. Some will claim these things to be nothing but legends alone, but can we really be so sure? Only time will tell.
(The answer is obvious, ‘innit? )
*sigh* I give up.
History tells us that long ago, our realm knew a great king. Tericius Aumuidel. A strict but fair ruler who cared for nothing but what was best for his realm and her people. To ensure himself he ruled fairly, our king had asked one of his oldest friends, a powerful shaman named Vorkalth, to be his advisor. Vorkalth had a powerful connection to the Ancient Gods, and they would bless our king with prosperity.
The longer our king worked together with Vorkalth, the more he started to suspect something was not right about the man. Rightfully so, our king took his distance and observed, coming to the conclusion the shaman’s rites were treacherous. He attempted to put Vorkalth to justice, but the shaman was cunning and unleashed a curse upon the realm, claiming it to be the fury of the Gods. This struck great fear into our king, who was always a man of the Gods himself. Frightened by the curse and Vorkalths newfound powers, our king asked him to rejoin his side.
Together they built a great empire, stretching to the far corners of the Realm. Vorkalth lifted his curse, putting Nexilis back on the path to prosperity. But when everybody expected it the least, Vorkalth showed his true colors and stabbed our king in his back. He claimed the Throne for himself, and a dark rule began. The realm was thrown into war, darkness and evil thrived. Anyone who dared to stand up for the realm were slaughtered in horrendous ways.
But even then there were souls brave and powerful enough to stand up for the meek. Cloaked Shamans, who called themselves the Sentinels, appeared in mystical light. They were believed to be sent by the Gods themselves, to rid Nexilis of the reigning darkness. They fought long, and they fought bravely. By the end of the battle, they had defeated Vorkalth, banishing him to the underworld. The Sentinels perished in this battle, leaving behind magical stones containing a small bit of their souls. We believe these brave heroes will always watch over us, and return in times of need.
The longer our king worked together with Vorkalth, the more he started to suspect something was not right about the man. Rightfully so, our king took his distance and observed, coming to the conclusion the shaman’s rites were treacherous. He attempted to put Vorkalth to justice, but the shaman was cunning and unleashed a curse upon the realm, claiming it to be the fury of the Gods. This struck great fear into our king, who was always a man of the Gods himself. Frightened by the curse and Vorkalths newfound powers, our king asked him to rejoin his side.
Together they built a great empire, stretching to the far corners of the Realm. Vorkalth lifted his curse, putting Nexilis back on the path to prosperity. But when everybody expected it the least, Vorkalth showed his true colors and stabbed our king in his back. He claimed the Throne for himself, and a dark rule began. The realm was thrown into war, darkness and evil thrived. Anyone who dared to stand up for the realm were slaughtered in horrendous ways.
But even then there were souls brave and powerful enough to stand up for the meek. Cloaked Shamans, who called themselves the Sentinels, appeared in mystical light. They were believed to be sent by the Gods themselves, to rid Nexilis of the reigning darkness. They fought long, and they fought bravely. By the end of the battle, they had defeated Vorkalth, banishing him to the underworld. The Sentinels perished in this battle, leaving behind magical stones containing a small bit of their souls. We believe these brave heroes will always watch over us, and return in times of need.
Long ago, at the beginning of days, our Master, the Shaman named Vorkalth was the loyal advisor to a man who did not deserve him. “King” Tericius was only a king by name, not by deeds. He was a selfish man who cared for nothing but his own good. While he pretended to care for his people, he would ultimately only choose what was best for himself. Our Master, a long time friend to Tericius, found this out rather quickly, but chose to stay as an advisor in the hopes of changing Tericius’ mind when his latest decision would hit the people in Nexilis too harshly.
Master Vorkalth was always very much in tune with the Elements and the Ancient Gods. The life force that flows through everything that is, he named Essencia. Whenever he noticed this energy was corrupted, he would do what he could to restore it. We believe he spotted there to be something wrong with Tericius’ Essencia, and other than advising his friend and protecting the realm, he also tried to save Tericius from harm. However, Tericius grew suspicious of his friend’s concerns. He grew suspicious of Master Vorkalth questioning his many decisions, altering them to not fit Tericius’ needs. This so-called King decided to accuse his long time friend of treason and strip him of his powers. After all, without an advisor doing what’s best for the realm, the king could do whatever he wanted.
Our Master was shocked that his friend could betray him like that. He prayed to the Ancient Gods for guidance. The Corruption within Tericius was too strong for him to handle on his own. The Gods listened to his prayers and greatly enhanced our Master’s powers, so that he may show Tericius the error of his ways. Witnessing the miracles our Master could now perform, Tericius apologized and took our Master back to his side as his advisor. This worked out well: they worked together in building a great Empire, making Nexilis into the wonderful realm connecting all others.
When the Empire was most prosperous, Tericius’ corruption stroke again. Fearing our Master would take over if the king appeared incapable of ruling so many people without putting his own needs first, he was bound to accuse our Master of treason again and have him executed. Rumors say the two fought: that Tericius attempted to kill our Master while he was unarmed. While it was only our Master’s intention to defend himself, Tericius perished in the skirmish. Our Master then did what any loyal advisor and friend would do: try to hold the realm together. However, with the death of Tericius, the Empire started to crumble.
Many tried to take advantage of the disturbances in the realm, trying to forcefully take over and instill their own will on the people. Our Master swiftly put those people to justice. In the peak days of the chaos, an unknown order of shamans showed up, calling themselves the Sentinels. They were convinced Vorkalth was to blame for the chaos. Likely they were told so by those loyal to King Tericius. We cannot truly blame them. After all, most they seemed to know was that Tericius had died after a battle with Vorkalth, and that the realm was now plunged into chaos and despair. They, like our Master, did what they thought was best for the Realm and battled him. There were only losers in this battle. Our Master was banished to the Underworld, and the Sentinels perished. And our world… our world has never truly recovered from that dark age. But we believe that one day our Master will return and restore the realm to her former glory.
Master Vorkalth was always very much in tune with the Elements and the Ancient Gods. The life force that flows through everything that is, he named Essencia. Whenever he noticed this energy was corrupted, he would do what he could to restore it. We believe he spotted there to be something wrong with Tericius’ Essencia, and other than advising his friend and protecting the realm, he also tried to save Tericius from harm. However, Tericius grew suspicious of his friend’s concerns. He grew suspicious of Master Vorkalth questioning his many decisions, altering them to not fit Tericius’ needs. This so-called King decided to accuse his long time friend of treason and strip him of his powers. After all, without an advisor doing what’s best for the realm, the king could do whatever he wanted.
Our Master was shocked that his friend could betray him like that. He prayed to the Ancient Gods for guidance. The Corruption within Tericius was too strong for him to handle on his own. The Gods listened to his prayers and greatly enhanced our Master’s powers, so that he may show Tericius the error of his ways. Witnessing the miracles our Master could now perform, Tericius apologized and took our Master back to his side as his advisor. This worked out well: they worked together in building a great Empire, making Nexilis into the wonderful realm connecting all others.
When the Empire was most prosperous, Tericius’ corruption stroke again. Fearing our Master would take over if the king appeared incapable of ruling so many people without putting his own needs first, he was bound to accuse our Master of treason again and have him executed. Rumors say the two fought: that Tericius attempted to kill our Master while he was unarmed. While it was only our Master’s intention to defend himself, Tericius perished in the skirmish. Our Master then did what any loyal advisor and friend would do: try to hold the realm together. However, with the death of Tericius, the Empire started to crumble.
Many tried to take advantage of the disturbances in the realm, trying to forcefully take over and instill their own will on the people. Our Master swiftly put those people to justice. In the peak days of the chaos, an unknown order of shamans showed up, calling themselves the Sentinels. They were convinced Vorkalth was to blame for the chaos. Likely they were told so by those loyal to King Tericius. We cannot truly blame them. After all, most they seemed to know was that Tericius had died after a battle with Vorkalth, and that the realm was now plunged into chaos and despair. They, like our Master, did what they thought was best for the Realm and battled him. There were only losers in this battle. Our Master was banished to the Underworld, and the Sentinels perished. And our world… our world has never truly recovered from that dark age. But we believe that one day our Master will return and restore the realm to her former glory.
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