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 Post subject: A World Beyond Darkness
PostPosted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 4:45 pm 
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Just as the lands of old are made of many lands, from the ancient Sosaria to the newer worlds, Darkness Incarnate is not the only land in the realm presided over by the ancient gods. Far to the east, beyond the great seas of the land, lies a continent known only as “The Sandstone Lands”. It is a land unexplored even by the great land-charters of the Northern Lands. It is a land of spirits, of gods, of daemons, a land untainted by men who live in cities and of steel and rock. It is said to be a cradle of civilization, though since its creation, the rivers have dried save the Great White River, and the sands have cast their shadow over the land, giving it the name of the Sandstone Lands, for the architecture itself is made of Sands – a peculiar thing, since sandstone itself does not exist. It is simply sand.

Yet the human race is the most adaptable, able to survive with the Dwarves in the north, the Elves in the forests, the Drow underground. The scorching sands of the Sandstones are no exception. The humans here have learned to adapt – to further their own souls by braving the lands. From what was once a land of pure sand and sun, an empire has risen. Sands built into castles, into temples, into houses, into barracks, armories, forges. It has become a world unlike any seen even in the deserts of Darkness Incarnate. The empire itself has rebuilt, save for the Temple of Ages. Once the grandest temple of all, the Temple of Ages rested even above the Hall of Champions and Hall of Kings in the Square of Glass, a legendary place where the lightning of the gods struck the sands and superheated them to glass.

It was at this temple that the scene of the death happened. The death of the empire’s High Priest, their holy legend. The only thing standing between them and the end of the world, it was thought. The name of this great man was only known as Exoddiaar to the citizens, The Holy One to all others. He wielded nothing more than the words of the gods, yet he struck fear into the world abroad. Until the Day of Slaughter. A time still honored in history, for forgetting such a thing would possibly let it happen again.

Dawn. The rising of the Great Father Sun was the blessing of Cuzco, the bards in the square a blessing from Ochre. A time unlike any other, it was said, as the sun illuminated first the great desert, then struck the temple, until it rose unto the top of the temple, striking the Great Prism, casting the light of the Gods upon the land.

At least, that was what was supposed to happen. It was not supposed to end up to be a day of sorrow in the land. It wasn’t the Month of Mourning, nor the Day of Silence. It was, in fact, the Eve of the Festival. A time of disarming in the city. The fall of the city.

It started in a matter of minutes, a thousand arrows, lit ablaze, cast their flaming shadow over the land. The fall of the walls came soon after. The slaughter of the citizens.

Even the Holy One was not spared. The raiders left without mercy, killing all, leaving the priest of the empire in a pool of his own blood.

Darkness.

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To be Continued

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The Sea of Chaos

Very few have seen the world beyond death. A place usually reserved for those who have shuffled away from the mortal coil, a place for the damned and saved alike. Yet every now and then, a person enters the world of death who isn’t meant to be there. Once in a while, a soul finds its way into a place that never was meant for a shortened life, suddenly thrust into this place.

”What in the nine hells...?” Darkness all around. Nothing, it seemed. ”Where am I?” The priest was...trapped? Movement did nothing, as though he were encased in glass, yet at the same time free as in weightlessness. He was floating, yet absolutely still. All that was sure, without opposite, was that he was falling.

Fast.

His mind twisted like a helix in flux, his soul twisted and turned and ripped itself apart and brought itself together again. He was trapped in the Sea of Chaos. In legend, it is said that nine hells existed. The Golden Halls, The Blessed Sanctum, The Plains of Red River, The Blind Man’s Castle, The Ghostly Lands, The Burning Bastille, The Saint’s Damnation, The Abyss, and The Sea of Chaos. The Sea of Chaos, in all legend, was said to be the most horrifying and most evil of these hells. It was where the souls of the truly damned and those who were thrust into death fell.

It was a place where rest in eternity was impossible.

The priest began to think. It was all he could do in such a hell. ”Who reigns over such a hell?” he thought. ”Is it...no, it can’t be Vaccus. He has the Abyss...Cuzco the Golden Halls...blast! Who has...”

”It is I, holy man.” The voice thundered through his head and all around, silent but lethal. Only one god could provide such a voice. Only a God of Slaughter.

Only Orthos.

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