Fantasy The Chronicles of Aloria: The Beginning

[Atom]

Deep in the Forsaken Lands.


"HRO MAH FRO DOO JAH CLO FLA!!!


From evil and malice I call you forth, rise from the primadorial pools of nothing, take form."


\Artemis/


In the beginning I knew one thing. Pain. From pain sprung hate, from hate sprung malice, and from it all sprung the wills of evil, the will to destroy. Slowly, over time, my body formed from the pits of nothing, I was not born, I was created. The god, Arahmin, brought me to live.


He introduced me into this world with one purpose...


Destruction.


After the pain, after all that pain, I became....aware.


I felt the heat of the ash and soot, the beating of my cold heart, and then, a presence, something bigger than life.


"KNEEEL BEFORE MEEEE"


I quickly dropped into a kneeling position.


"You have been brought into this world to serve me and my purposes" it said.


"Yes master" I replied.


"Then take this" It said.


A pure black scepter, adorned only by the runes winding around it and the pitch black orb atop it. The orb seemed to steal the light around it, everything seemed drawn to it.


"This scepter, desiderium tenebris, will provide you with the means to bring fire and destruction to the world. Go now, Artemis" It said as I felt it leave.


I stared at the scepter, unsure what to do. I reached for it, feeling like it would show me something. As I made contact it showed another being raising the scepter and slamming the base of it into the ground. Unsure of what it would do I raised it a few feet from the ground and slammed the base into the ground.


/Scion\


Sleep, never ending sleep, sleep of death, sleep of misery. All we did was sleep, religions had said our deaths would take us to a glorious after-life. They were wrong, we were banished to a never ending sleep for our deeds, punishment, dreaming about our deaths, feeling the killing blow over and over again. Nothing ever changed, yet suddenly, my dreams shattered. I felt myself awaking. Then came the pain. So much pain. I wished to be dead again, atleast then the pain would stop, but over time it dulled, and I felt myself take form. How good it felt to be ALIVE! I could feel he heat of fire, the cold of a breeze, the feel of soot under my feet. Then finally, my eyes formed, and I could SEE! Everything was black and red or grey, at first I thought my vision was impaired, then I realized it was just the landscape. I looked up to find a tall figure in pitch black armor holding a scepter.


"Kneel before me" It said


I quickly dropped into a kneeling position.


"Now rise" It told me.


"I am Artemis, your lord and master. You serve me, you and your men Praetor." He told me.


I looked behind me to see legions of the undead, all dressed in armor and holding weapons. I looked down to see myself wearing armor and carrying a shield and sword. I looked towards my master with a gleam in my eye..


"We live to serve master" I told him


"Good, organize the men" He told me as he turned around and stormed away.


I spun around to face my legions of the undead.


"LEGION!! PREPARE FOR WAR" I screamed.


Millions and millions of undead soldiers raised their shields and beat their swords against their shields and screamed in unison, they were ready to rend flesh from bone, to spread chaos, evil, fear, malice, hate, and destruction.


The war had just begun.

 

[Soviet Panda]

"By my beard." Thurin moaned, rolling onto his side. Why did his head hurt so much? And why did it smell like vomit? And what was that staining his shirt a golden brown? Then it all came back to him. The previous night of drunken revelry, the hammershlogen tournament that went sour. It all came crashing back. Looking around where he had woken up, he sees something he wasn't hoping but not disappointed, to see. He was in a room, and there were several woman scattered around it wearing nothing. "Shit." was all he said as he hurried to put on clothes, discovering where the vomit smell was coming from in the process (the chamber pot, thank the gods). And soon enough, he was hurrying out of the House of Ill-repute and back home.

 

[AvidElmV2]

Mercer sat on a tree branch outside the town of Toran's, eating an apple as a large, brown, furry arachnid slowly made it's way up his shoulder. It made it's way towards the elf's face as it's long slender leg rested on his cheek. The elf calmly continued to eat his apple as he gently grabbed the spider and put it on his knee. "I see your back from your..... Wherever it was that you do in the morning." The elf threw his apple down onto the ground after he had bit down into the core and put the tarantula on his shoulder before jumping out of the tree. He walked past the guards and through the gate, looking around for a street vendor.

 

[Korry]

Ciro had returned from the bookstore, walking through the very urban ward of Aronor that he lived in. Ciro had walked into the swamp-like neighborhood in which he lived, which seemed to be a bit run-down. At the end of the street, his house-- which looked to be a bit more extravagant in comparison, although it still looked quite run-down itself. The house was binded through magic, and the entire neighborhood has been his test-zone for his experiments. Ciro seems to be the most quiet individual, but he is always hidden under his robes, doing what the neighbors believe to be him plotting what he can do to warp the neighborhood. The man constantly reads, studying many works of literature, philosophy, as well as magic theory.


Ciro returns to his studies, after pondering if he should read some crackpot-theory or another.

 

[PrimaDonna]

"My, my is it hot." Nali sighed, fanning herself as her bear feet walked the field outside of Aronor.


The spirit-walking priestess-in-training neared the elven kingdom with a bit of a second wind. It would be nice to find a hot meal and get off her feet. Above her, Tir, her spirit animal, cried out as he took large, winding circles around her.


Nali hummed to herself and by the time she made it to the kingdom it was well into the day and she was starving. It had been some time since she visited the human kingdom and she was excited to be back. Her first task was to find her favorite tavern.


The Wilted Daisy was a small pub that sat in a small nook amongst the bustling streets and was known for its comforting atmosphere and spice peach ale. Nali entered and sat, ordering a rather large meal of hearty meat and potato stew with a loaf of bread and some cheese. She deemed it a bit to early to indulge however so she washed it down with water.

 

[Dagfinn]

Detia swept the hair out of her face as she glanced throughout the town, through the window of an inn. Everything seemed so dull and everyone so blank. She didn't have long for here though, only needed to drop down for supplies. Unlucky for her though, it was late and she had to stay the night in this little town. Though the inn she was going to stay in wasn't all bad, she prefered not to stay at all.

 

[JayfeatherRaven]

Shadowmoon was hungry, so right after she choked down some dried strips of meat and some bread, she ran out of The Wilted Daisy, struggling to breathe. It was just so crowded in there! Even so, it was the only comfortable pub she could find. A shrouded woman hurried past her, nudging her backwards. She shuddered. Human contact. Can't have too much of that. She disappeared into the shadows, and out of anyone's sight.

 

[Atom]

The town of Thoran stood about a days journey from the fringes of the Forbidden lands. As such a palor of unease always sat upon the town. Today was no exception as the inhabitants went about their daily ritual. Talon eyed the towns inahbitants warily. Who knew how people this close to the forbidden lands would act. Especially now. There was an odd disturbance in the spiritual forces that he could feel. Something seemed to urge him that way. An unexplainable source. Talon always trusted in the spirits and as such he was wary but accepting of this task. Though he truthfully did not want to go alone and as such he had brought along a good friend of his that was supposed to meet him in the town, and maybe find some others that would be willing to go as extra protection. If he was lucky that is.

 

[JayfeatherRaven]

Moon ruffled her feathers, now fully in raven form. She lifted her jet black wing and preened her feathers with her beak, when suddenly a strange, and wrong feeling made her stop. She cocked her head. Animals feel things that normal humans cannot. Something was very weird here. She hopped from her branch, just to feel a painful stretching in her stomach. Although she was used to this feeling, she was powerless to stop it. It brought back bad memories. No, no, not a flashback now! Fighting off dizziness and nausea, she managed to keep her flashbacks at bay. She stumbled onto the ground, back in her trapped and limited human form.

 

[Natevess]

Emilio woke up just outside Thoran, fully armored, most likely using the suit for warmth. He had been sleeping like this for months now, living off the land, hiding his face when he needed to go into public.. He hated it. It had been 3 months since his attempted siege on the capital. 3 months since almost all of his brothers had died.. The remainder of them silently resigned, vanishing from the Faceless Dragons.. 3 damn months... Cursing under his breath, Emilio slowly stood and decided he'd walk into town completely unmasked, long sword strung over his back, long blue hair hanging down behind him....

 

[Atom]

"My, my is it hot." Nali sighed, fanning herself as her bear feet walked the field outside of Aronor.
The spirit-walking priestess-in-training neared the elven kingdom with a bit of a second wind. It would be nice to find a hot meal and get off her feet. Above her, Tir, her spirit animal, cried out as he took large, winding circles around her.


Nali hummed to herself and by the time she made it to the kingdom it was well into the day and she was starving. It had been some time since she visited the human kingdom and she was excited to be back. Her first task was to find her favorite tavern.


The Wilted Daisy was a small pub that sat in a small nook amongst the bustling streets and was known for its comforting atmosphere and spice peach ale. Nali entered and sat, ordering a rather large meal of hearty meat and potato stew with a loaf of bread and some cheese. She deemed it a bit to early to indulge however so she washed it down with water.

Talon stopped outside The Wilted Daisy, looking around a moment before entering. Perhaps his friend had already arrived. Perhaps not. Talon was unsure and thinking on the subject when a man bumped into him and sent him bumping into a woman at the bar, knocking her water all over her.

 

[AvidElmV2]

Mercer decided to take a break from his journey at a nearby tavern, The Wilted Daisy. Possibly buy a pint of mead. Was he walked through the doors, he began to walk towards the counter before he bumped into a man who had been staring off into space. He landed on an empty table and looked around at the tavern. Almost everyone's eye's were on him, causing him to chuckle nervously as he jumped off the table and walked over to the man he had bumped into. "Hey, you alright?"

 

[Atom]

Mercer decided to take a break from his journey at a nearby tavern, The Wilted Daisy. Possibly buy a pint of mead. Was he walked through the doors, he began to walk towards the counter before he bumped into a man who had been staring off into space. He landed on an empty table and looked around at the tavern. Almost everyone's eye's were on him, causing him to chuckle nervously as he jumped off the table and walked over to the man he had bumped into. "Hey, you alright?"

(I love how you filled that role! xD )


Talon nodded, dusting himself off. "Yea I'm fine, my fault for standing in the way." He said with a laugh.

 

[AvidElmV2]

Mercer smiled and pulled down his hood, revealing his pointed ears. It was now clear that he was an elf but his appearance made him seem more human. "No, it was my fault. I wasn't looking where I was going. Anyways, I'm Mercer. You a- Was that a dwarf?" Mercer's smile faded as he stared out the window, watching a small man run past the Tavern. The young elf grabbed his tarantula from off his head and rested it on his shoulder once more before subconsciously walking out the door and towards the dwarf. "Hey, you!"


@Beowulf


@Atom

 

[Soviet Panda]

"Whatever it is, I don't want it." Thurin shouted over his shoulder. Well, to anyone in general really. He was in no mood to have a street vender try and sell him crap he did not need. "No, our women do not grow beards. Yes, we dig holes. And I will punch you in the jewels if I have to." As he shouted, he was eyeing the golden brownish stain. giving it a sniff, he confirms that it was mead instead of some other nasty liquid. To try and make it not as bad, he puts a big gob on it and rubs the fabric together. Judging that that would do, he continues his brisk walk to where ever he was going.

 

[PrimaDonna]

Kali yelped as water splashed on her. She stumbled to a stand and took the rag of a napkin to wipe herself off. She wasn't upset but it was a nuisance. She shook out her tribal garb, not at all bothered by what one may see.


"It's quite alright." she mumbled as she dried herself as best she could. Once sure she wasn't going to get much better right away, she dried her spot and sat down again. When she was situated she turned towards to two men and took a look around the tavern.


"My has it gotten busy in here." she said, noting all the people who had come in.


http://otakunoir.deviantart.com/art/Blade-Dancer-511839863


(outfit)

 

[JayfeatherRaven]

Shadowmoon cawed, and a raven landed obediently on her shoulder. "Hi, Rip." She said, smile slightly and ruffling the raven's dark feathers. She narrowed her obsidian eyes,"Something strange is going on. I'll have no choice but to go back to that crowded and stuffy pub, and hopefully collect some information." She wrapped her cloak around her then walked back into the town, with Rip perching on her shoulder.

 

[Soviet Panda]

((Hello?))

 

[JayfeatherRaven]

((hi @Beowulf ))

 

[Dagfinn]

"Whatever it is, I don't want it." Thurin shouted over his shoulder. Well, to anyone in general really. He was in no mood to have a street vender try and sell him crap he did not need. "No, our women do not grow beards. Yes, we dig holes. And I will punch you in the jewels if I have to." As he shouted, he was eyeing the golden brownish stain. giving it a sniff, he confirms that it was mead instead of some other nasty liquid. To try and make it not as bad, he puts a big gob on it and rubs the fabric together. Judging that that would do, he continues his brisk walk to where ever he was going.

Detia doozed off a bit, managing to slip out of the window down one floor. She landed on her feet, grimacing slightly, but she seemed almost instantly okay after that. The person next to her was a dwarf who seemed in a hurry. She managed to walk seconds after her fall keeping pace with the dwarf.


"Going nowhere in a hurry I see," she noted.

 

[Soviet Panda]

"I'm going somewhere, just haven't figured out where yet." he said to his unexpected companion. She see


Ed lime she was 't going to go away easily, so he might as well try to have a conversation.

 

[Dagfinn]

"Seems fun, just about what I do everyday," Detia responded.

 

[Kharmin]

<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_02/57a8c18a6fe70_Amberlyn_35.jpg.84f9ad85492249563860d2346e4e4033.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="42309" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_02/57a8c18a6fe70_Amberlyn_35.jpg.84f9ad85492249563860d2346e4e4033.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>The summer's heat did nothing to cheer Amberlyn's already foul temper. It had taken literally forever to get to Thoran, and now that she spied the hamlet from the crest of the rise in the hard-packed wagon track, she realized it wasn't all that she had been told.


"Well of course they lied to us," she muttered although no one else walked alongside of her. With a tired hand, she swept the loose strands of platinum blonde hair away from her face where the humidity continued to mock her by plastering it there. "I keep telling you that you are too trusting," she added with disgust.


Amberlyn continued her steady pace toward the buildings arrayed before her in some unexplainable fashion with the hope that a roof over her head and something cool to drink might ... just might turn her mood. She cast her gaze warily over the inhabitants of Thoran as she entered the village proper, her visage a dusty, road-grime covered appallation of a woman. Amberlyn shielded her eyes from the mid-afternoon, blazing sun and spied a wooden placard outside of a mud-brick and clay roof structure. The Wilted Daisey was all it read in some barely educated person's handiwork but the etching of a foaming mug with a flower in it left no question as to the building's intentions.


She blew yet another strand of hair out of her face with a huff, turned on her heel and entered the Wilted Daisey.

 

[Soviet Panda]

"Well that sucks for you." he said to her. Where was he going? Somewhere to clean up most likely. But where could he do that? Better question was, where was his hammer. Then he remembered, a small in called the Prancing Pony, thach roof instead of tiled. Knowing where he was headed, he changes course.

 

[Dagfinn]

"It is rather nice though," Detia followed him, "if you do not know where you are going, then you are always where you need to be."