Jigajig
Elder Member
Eons and eons ago there was nothing... Nothing but the large blank void of space that seemed to stretch on for all eternity, just waiting for something to fill it with colour and life. One fateful day that happened. No one knows quite how it happened or came to be but at the very centre of what is now known as "The Void" a brilliant colourful explosion rocked it and so the first Elder Gods and Goddess were created and along with them were their own personal universe for them to do as they saw fit.
Each one was filled with life and time moved on. The Elder Gods and Goddess watched their creations within their home, the epicentre of the Void. Each universe was filled with other gods created by the Elders, who would be their children and would continue to watch over the universes.
Of one such universe is where two gods Yless and Arkale were created by the Elder God Sontar
and The Elder Goddess Julio
Yless and Arkale went on to become "Husband and Wife" and went on to create the feudal world Yskera, a world filled to the brim with magic. However the planet was empty, void of any life and so came their very first beings. Humans, Elves and the Dwarves. These three races were the dominant life upon Yskera for thousands of years. That was until Yless and Arkale began to create more and more races to populate the world. First came the Angels, created by Yless who resided in the Sky city of Heaven. Next the Fairy race who blossomed into existence as an extension of Yless's connection with nature.
Around two hundred years later THE CIRCLES OF SORCERY were formed, the first being The White Flower Church and with it the very first religion of the same name, founded by an Angel, Sophiea, who not long after became the first Archangel and Yless main "Commander"
THE CIRCLES OF SORCERY grew, The School Of Grand Wizardry next and soon after The Dark Rose Church, followed by the The Death Weaver's Cult and lastly The Tomb Dealers. With these fives "Schools" of magic as it were, many many many forms of magic began to grow and blossom around the world of Yskera. More races were formed, or even so created via cross breeding, along with wonderful and some not so wonderful creatures. Dragons, Werewolves, Ghosts, Imps and all manners arrived. Town, villages, cities, kingdoms and even empires rose and fell, the two gods watching it all. For eons there was peace and love in the world of Yskera. Yless became pregnant and gave birth to a child, a Divine god, the only one of it's kind and named her Jas. As with any world there was always conflict, tensions rising across the planet, wars cropping up here and there every now and then. That was until The kingdom of Havenguard began to become an exceptional force upon Yskera the Human capital now ruled by the Emperor and Empress of Yskera. They grew rapidly, their armies quickly ending conflicts between waring nations or cities trying to bring peace back once more.. And it worked. Havenguard became a beacon of hope, love and peace across the world.
Once more peace reigned over. That was until that fateful day...
The great city desert of Raktosh, once a small city that had grown over time, gaining world wide fame for it's wonderful culture, rich exports of foods, spices and rare minerals and it's breath taking beauty had sent word to Havenguard of a strange sighting on their horizon.
What seemed to be an army was marching towards Raktosh. Havenguard tried to send a small division to Raktosh, alarmed that an army would be advancing on the city, let alone one of it's size, Raktosh being one of the largest cities on Yskera. However any portal that was created was shut down right away, some form of magical negation was stopping them from teleporting there. So they had to travel the old fashioned way.. However they were too late.. Having some distance to cover, they sent a message asking how the city was fairing. Another message was sent back.. The city was under siege but not by a human army. No this was an army of hellish proportions, Necromancers and Lich, Demons, Imps, Vampires, Zombies, Dragons and all manners of abominations were laying waste to the city. Who or what was leading them was unclear. Strange reports of a new creature amongst the ranks never before seen was also sent to the Havenguard Division.
The whole of Yskera was shocked by this event, the ripples of this unprecedented attack shocking everyone to their core. Who or what could of amassed an army of this size without anyone knowing? Even Yless and Arkale were stunned, Arkale more so as these were some of his own creations. The siege lasted months, the city putting up a good fight however it was no use. The remaining cities magic users created a powerful barrier, the outer ones having all but obliterated, around the inner city. Anyone and everyone who was left evacuated, portals were opened and the citizens left, the negation magic seemingly having worn down enough to allow them to escape but still no one could come to their aid. Even with a intervention of a small army of Angels and other armies arriving from other cities, the city fell to the onslaught, the once stunning an glorious city, now a empty burning husk, a shell of it's form glory. The outer walls fell and the invaders stormed the city, anyone who was unlucky enough to not make it to the inner city in time fell, only to become one with the undead army, being brought back as a mindless slave.
Raktosh was lost, the invading army now residing in the city, the fallen defenders adding to it's numbers. For hundreds if not thousands of years Raktosh slowly transformed into a hellish nightmare of a city, the surrounding area become nothing but a dark wasteland of despair and evil. Of course many armies tried to attack the city but each and every time failed. This cycle repeated itself over and over until one day the occupying force was gone. Not a single trace was left behind, almost as if they never existed. Raktosh lay empty for hundreds of years, rumours of the city being cursed and infested with undead living below the ground spread.
Time passed and the world became peaceful once again...
Arkale however over the years had slowly became jealous of Yless who seemed to be getting more and more worship, love and attention as time went by, whilst himself only had a few "Cult" like worshippers The Tomb Dealers. This in turn became anger and resentment until one day Arkale snapped and left Heaven taking some Angels with him, former "Divine" who later became "The Fallen" . Yless was beside herself her love now twisted with anger, and hatred was no longer the man she had loved and known her whole existence.
Arkale who whilst having a slightly more darker view of the world was still kind and pure of heart, having helped raised their daughter Jas with her. The man she had called her soulmate..
Now nothing but a being of pure evil who resides in the underworld of Hell..
.
Not long after a war raged between the two gods their armies clashing in a war that would last eons itself up to this very day.
Jumping to present day Yskera is in slight turmoil, THE CIRCLES OF SORCERY are arguing over who represents magic the most, reports of a dark aura are growing in Raktosh and the Emperor of Havenguard has called a meeting, sending invites to numerous people from around the world.. What will happen next?
Each one was filled with life and time moved on. The Elder Gods and Goddess watched their creations within their home, the epicentre of the Void. Each universe was filled with other gods created by the Elders, who would be their children and would continue to watch over the universes.
Of one such universe is where two gods Yless and Arkale were created by the Elder God Sontar
and The Elder Goddess Julio
Yless and Arkale went on to become "Husband and Wife" and went on to create the feudal world Yskera, a world filled to the brim with magic. However the planet was empty, void of any life and so came their very first beings. Humans, Elves and the Dwarves. These three races were the dominant life upon Yskera for thousands of years. That was until Yless and Arkale began to create more and more races to populate the world. First came the Angels, created by Yless who resided in the Sky city of Heaven. Next the Fairy race who blossomed into existence as an extension of Yless's connection with nature.
Around two hundred years later THE CIRCLES OF SORCERY were formed, the first being The White Flower Church and with it the very first religion of the same name, founded by an Angel, Sophiea, who not long after became the first Archangel and Yless main "Commander"
THE CIRCLES OF SORCERY grew, The School Of Grand Wizardry next and soon after The Dark Rose Church, followed by the The Death Weaver's Cult and lastly The Tomb Dealers. With these fives "Schools" of magic as it were, many many many forms of magic began to grow and blossom around the world of Yskera. More races were formed, or even so created via cross breeding, along with wonderful and some not so wonderful creatures. Dragons, Werewolves, Ghosts, Imps and all manners arrived. Town, villages, cities, kingdoms and even empires rose and fell, the two gods watching it all. For eons there was peace and love in the world of Yskera. Yless became pregnant and gave birth to a child, a Divine god, the only one of it's kind and named her Jas. As with any world there was always conflict, tensions rising across the planet, wars cropping up here and there every now and then. That was until The kingdom of Havenguard began to become an exceptional force upon Yskera the Human capital now ruled by the Emperor and Empress of Yskera. They grew rapidly, their armies quickly ending conflicts between waring nations or cities trying to bring peace back once more.. And it worked. Havenguard became a beacon of hope, love and peace across the world.
Once more peace reigned over. That was until that fateful day...
The great city desert of Raktosh, once a small city that had grown over time, gaining world wide fame for it's wonderful culture, rich exports of foods, spices and rare minerals and it's breath taking beauty had sent word to Havenguard of a strange sighting on their horizon.
What seemed to be an army was marching towards Raktosh. Havenguard tried to send a small division to Raktosh, alarmed that an army would be advancing on the city, let alone one of it's size, Raktosh being one of the largest cities on Yskera. However any portal that was created was shut down right away, some form of magical negation was stopping them from teleporting there. So they had to travel the old fashioned way.. However they were too late.. Having some distance to cover, they sent a message asking how the city was fairing. Another message was sent back.. The city was under siege but not by a human army. No this was an army of hellish proportions, Necromancers and Lich, Demons, Imps, Vampires, Zombies, Dragons and all manners of abominations were laying waste to the city. Who or what was leading them was unclear. Strange reports of a new creature amongst the ranks never before seen was also sent to the Havenguard Division.
The whole of Yskera was shocked by this event, the ripples of this unprecedented attack shocking everyone to their core. Who or what could of amassed an army of this size without anyone knowing? Even Yless and Arkale were stunned, Arkale more so as these were some of his own creations. The siege lasted months, the city putting up a good fight however it was no use. The remaining cities magic users created a powerful barrier, the outer ones having all but obliterated, around the inner city. Anyone and everyone who was left evacuated, portals were opened and the citizens left, the negation magic seemingly having worn down enough to allow them to escape but still no one could come to their aid. Even with a intervention of a small army of Angels and other armies arriving from other cities, the city fell to the onslaught, the once stunning an glorious city, now a empty burning husk, a shell of it's form glory. The outer walls fell and the invaders stormed the city, anyone who was unlucky enough to not make it to the inner city in time fell, only to become one with the undead army, being brought back as a mindless slave.
Raktosh was lost, the invading army now residing in the city, the fallen defenders adding to it's numbers. For hundreds if not thousands of years Raktosh slowly transformed into a hellish nightmare of a city, the surrounding area become nothing but a dark wasteland of despair and evil. Of course many armies tried to attack the city but each and every time failed. This cycle repeated itself over and over until one day the occupying force was gone. Not a single trace was left behind, almost as if they never existed. Raktosh lay empty for hundreds of years, rumours of the city being cursed and infested with undead living below the ground spread.
Time passed and the world became peaceful once again...
Arkale however over the years had slowly became jealous of Yless who seemed to be getting more and more worship, love and attention as time went by, whilst himself only had a few "Cult" like worshippers The Tomb Dealers. This in turn became anger and resentment until one day Arkale snapped and left Heaven taking some Angels with him, former "Divine" who later became "The Fallen" . Yless was beside herself her love now twisted with anger, and hatred was no longer the man she had loved and known her whole existence.
Arkale who whilst having a slightly more darker view of the world was still kind and pure of heart, having helped raised their daughter Jas with her. The man she had called her soulmate..
Now nothing but a being of pure evil who resides in the underworld of Hell..
.
Not long after a war raged between the two gods their armies clashing in a war that would last eons itself up to this very day.
Jumping to present day Yskera is in slight turmoil, THE CIRCLES OF SORCERY are arguing over who represents magic the most, reports of a dark aura are growing in Raktosh and the Emperor of Havenguard has called a meeting, sending invites to numerous people from around the world.. What will happen next?
