BASICS
Name: King Neodin Shadowslayer the Great, son of Lo’din the Fearless
Age: Undetermined; well over a thousand years
Gender: Male
Race: Aryite
Extrovert/Introvert: Extrovert
Personality: King Neodin’s first priority is the safety, happiness, and the liberty of his people. Unlike other monarchs, he sees himself as a servant to the people and their protector. He will defend them until the strength fades from his arm, the last of his blood is spilled, and he exhales his last breath. Neodin is renowned for his wisdom, courage, and patriotism. Being the Prophet of Leolik, he is frequently communing with the Lion God and thus acquired much of his wisdom. He has a strong sense of honor and nobility.
APPEARANCE
Eyes: His eyes shine as twin stars and illuminate an aura of great wisdom, power, nobility, and virtue.
Hair: A dark brown mane, laced with gray and white, flows down his back, shoulders, and upper chest while his body is covered by a coat of golden brown fur.
Height: Neodin stands about twice the height of an average human man, and a couple of feet taller than his kin.
Weight: Undetermined, but is to be expected to weigh several hundred pounds.
Skin Tone: Golden brown fur, mixed with traces of gray, cover his body.
Build: Well built and muscular.
Voice: The voice of King Neodin is a deep, calm, intelligent, solemn voice that resonates with a benevolent wisdom and fearless courage.
Profession: Priest-king of the Aryites and Lion’s Mane City, leader of the Kroniktan Alliance, Prophet of Leolik, and High Priest of the Chosen.
Description: King Neodin stands about twice the height of a man, and about two feet taller than his own kin, the Aryites. A long golden haired tail gently drags upon the ground while a dark brown mane, laced with grey and white, flows down his shoulders, back, and chest. Eyes, shining as twin stars, illuminate an aura of great wisdom, power, nobility, and virtue. His common garb is of deep purple and scarlet robes that glide just above his furred, paw-like feet, but his favored dress for battle is a suit of shining golden armor that goes from head to paw. Neodin also carries a mystical broadsword - the Claw of Leolik - that is decorated with powerful runes of courage, honor, and light.
HISTORY
Neodin was the son of the late King Lo’din the Fearless along with his older brother, Sheodin. Near the end of the Shal’atar Campaign waged between the infamous Erebim and the mythical Muhari (who few Aryites believed existed), Lo’din received a visitor into his court – a Muhari refugee – who gave testimate to terrible evils and dark magics committed by the Dark Legion. He said that their city was under siege, and if they did not receive aid then they would surely be destroyed. Being the generous, protective, and courageous king he was, Lo’din agreed to march an army into the desert to aid the Muhari. As the glistening of his armor disappeared over the dunes, that was the last time King Lo’din the Fearless was ever seen..
Eventually the Dark Legion came to the lands of the Aryites, led by Lord Narkaloxan and General Got’mog under the command of the Dark Emperor Erebuz, a god-like being bent upon the destruction of Kroniktus. The Aryites commenced in a long brutal war against the Legion which eventually came to the very gates of Lion’s Mane City. With the help of his brother, Sheodin, an accomplished mage, and Neodin’s mentor, the sage-wizard Alphanius who was the advisor of the late King Lo’din, Neodin led the Aryites to victory and drove back the Dark Legion to their homeland. However, during the conflict at Lion’s Mane City, Alphanius perished in a great battle with Lord Narkaloxan. With his dying words he handed the legendary rune blade, the Claw of Leolik, down to Neodin along with the divine power given to him by the Lion God.
Upon the conclusion of the war, dubbed the Shadows of Dawn, Neodin, Sheodin, and the manifestation of Leolik imprisoned Emperor Erebuz within his mountain fortress, Tartaraz, because of his incredible power and inability to be destroyed. At that moment, Erebuz cursed the two brothers with immortality, stating that “[they] shall forever be damned; forever doomed to be slain by the Sword.”
A thousand years later, Neodin still reigned as king of the Aryites. He had brought a new golden age to their civilization. The use of magic had advanced and flourished in complexity along with the use of steel. Neodin had also created a new order of elite warrior-priests called the “Chosen of Leolik”, of which he is the head.
Darkness again covered the land as a chain of events unfolded that brought about the release of Erebuz and his Dark Legion. Again he sought to destroy the world of Kroniktus and absorb its power, and almost succeeded. Erebuz began construction of the Rune of Sundering, which would have rerouted the world’s ley lines and cause the planet to implode. However, with the combined might of Neodin and his brother Sheodin (now Arch-mage) they managed to interrupt the casting and severely weaken Erebuz enough for them to imprison him again. He remains there to this day.
After the war, Neodin ordered the construction of Lionheart Keep on the outskirts of Ayridia in order to watch for future invasions and to guard the uncompleted Rune of Sundering. Neodin also organized the Kroniktan Alliance, a confederation between the Aryites, Rokin, and also a loose affiliation with the mythical Derew and Elemental Lords. Recently, there have been certain astronomical discovers that have led him to encourage exploration of the stars, which has led to the development of the Aryites’ inter-dimensional portal.
EQUIPMENT
Armor: A suit of shining golden armor that goes from head to paw.
Casual Clothing: His common garb is of deep purple and scarlet robes that glide just above his furred, paw-like feet
Carried Items:
Main Weapon:
• Name: The Claw of Leolik
• Type: Two-handed rune blade
• Made of: Appears to be crafted from an alloy that resembles a cross between metal and stone.
• Length: 5’
• Weight: Undetermined, but is only possible for the current owner to wield the weapon.
• Description/Info: The Claw of Leolik is a massive and legendary weapon that is said to have been crafted by the deity of the Aryites, Leolik, at the dawn of time. Glowing runes cover the surface of the jagged massive blade, resonating the incredible hidden power locked within the ancient weapon.
OTHER
Magical abilities:
• Roar of Courage: Neodin rallies his troops to battle, filling them with a fighting spirit while demoralizing the enemy. It also causes a twenty yard knockback effect to unfriendly soldiers. This ability can only be used once per battle.
• Virtue and Honor: If Neodin feels adequately threatened, he summons two flaming lions to fight alongside him.
• Defender’s Shield: The King-Priest summons forth an impenetrable shield of light that can protect himself, his troops, and his allies for a limited time. However, it has a limited threshold.
• Fury of Leolik: When Neodin feels that he or his allies are significantly threatened, he unleashes the righteous fury of Leolik. The earth surrounding him becomes engulfed in a golden flame while a tempest of holy energies set the air ablaze. Darkness and shadow flees from his presence as the priest-king goes into a holy frenzy.
-
RPG
-
About RPG »
-
RPG is a community of over 100,000 roleplayers from all around the world.
We build virtual worlds.
-
- Our Rules
- Writing Tool
- 👥 Authors
- 🥇 Achievements
-
₿ Contribute
- Official Patreon »
-
Donate Now with Internet Money
Clicking the code below will launch your Bitcoin wallet, or you can simply scan it with your mobile wallet. Don't have one? Install Copay »
3BZssGaw5HJEeZPhQDR3ExSqfSn1sFWb46
- 👻 Etherpad
- 🏦 Market
- 🎙️ News
-
About RPG »
- ☰ Scenes
- 🏛️ Forum
- 📣 Chat
- 🌐 Universes
- ⛩️ Places
Announcements: Cutting Costs (2024) » January 2024 Copyfraud Attack » Finding Universes to Join (and making yours more visible!) » Guide To Universes On RPG » Member Shoutout Thread » Starter Locations & Prompts for Newcomers » RPG Chat — the official app » Frequently Asked Questions » Suggestions & Requests: THE MASTER THREAD »
Latest Discussions: Adapa Adapa's for adapa » To the Rich Men North of Richmond » Shake Senora » Good Morning RPG! » Ramblings of a Madman: American History Unkempt » Site Revitalization » Map Making Resources » Lost Poetry » Wishes » Ring of Invisibility » Seeking Roleplayer for Rumple/Mr. Gold from Once Upon a Time » Some political parody for these trying times » What dinosaur are you? » So, I have an Etsy » Train Poetry I » Joker » D&D Alignment Chart: How To Get A Theorem Named After You » Dungeon23 : Creative Challenge » Returning User - Is it dead? » Twelve Days of Christmas »
Players Wanted: Long-term fantasy roleplay partners wanted » Serious Anime Crossover Roleplay (semi-literate) » Looking for a long term partner! » JoJo or Mha roleplay » Seeking long-term rp partners for MxM » [MxF] Ruining Beauty / Beauty x Bastard » Minecraft Rp Help Wanted » CALL FOR WITNESSES: The Public v Zosimos » Social Immortal: A Vampire Only Soiree [The Multiverse] » XENOMORPH EDM TOUR Feat. Synthe Gridd: Get Your Tickets! » Aishna: Tower of Desire » Looking for fellow RPGers/Characters » looking for a RP partner (ABO/BL) » Looking for a long term roleplay partner » Explore the World of Boruto with Our Roleplaying Group on FB » More Jedi, Sith, and Imperials needed! » Role-player's Wanted » OSR Armchair Warrior looking for Kin » Friday the 13th Fun, Anyone? » Writers Wanted! »
King Neodin Shadowslayer
Neodin Shadowslayer the Great, son of Lo'din the Fearless, King of Lion's Mane City, Prophet of Leolik, High Priest of the Chosen, and head of the Kroniktan Alliance
0 · 1,038 views · located in 
New Ketajhi Meeting Hall
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by TheNoremac42
Description
So begins...
King Neodin Shadowslayer's Story
- Seen 99 Times • Page 2 of 5 • 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
To Whom it May Concern....
The letter was sent, and it would be received.
However, there was one being that also received the letter. One who wasn't supposed to exist according to the Aryite religion. This being quickly read the letter, gave a message to a lesser being, and then sent the lesser being to the Royal Chamber of King Neodin.
The air at the entrance to the chamber started to ripple as if it were disturbed water and not air. The air and fabric of space and time then opened, revealing what appeared to be nothing more than a human sized spiral galaxy. From this portal stepped a young man. His outfit, which consisted of Dark blue shoes, light blue pants, a light blue shirt, and a dark blue overcoat, matched with his equally blue hair, and almost purple blue eyes. Around the young man's neck was a choker with a small galaxy pendant on it, the core of which glowed dimly. The young man stood at six feet and one inch tall, and had lightly tanned skin that was as flawless as his perfectly toned body.
He stepped forward from the portal, which closed silently behind him, and gave a deep bow of respect before straightening out and approaching the great Aryite King and stopping at a comfortable distance of about ten feet.
"Hail, King Neodin Shadowslayer. I am Brian James, and I bring a message from my 'Father': Spiral James, God of Space."
The letter was sent, and it would be received.
However, there was one being that also received the letter. One who wasn't supposed to exist according to the Aryite religion. This being quickly read the letter, gave a message to a lesser being, and then sent the lesser being to the Royal Chamber of King Neodin.
The air at the entrance to the chamber started to ripple as if it were disturbed water and not air. The air and fabric of space and time then opened, revealing what appeared to be nothing more than a human sized spiral galaxy. From this portal stepped a young man. His outfit, which consisted of Dark blue shoes, light blue pants, a light blue shirt, and a dark blue overcoat, matched with his equally blue hair, and almost purple blue eyes. Around the young man's neck was a choker with a small galaxy pendant on it, the core of which glowed dimly. The young man stood at six feet and one inch tall, and had lightly tanned skin that was as flawless as his perfectly toned body.
He stepped forward from the portal, which closed silently behind him, and gave a deep bow of respect before straightening out and approaching the great Aryite King and stopping at a comfortable distance of about ten feet.
"Hail, King Neodin Shadowslayer. I am Brian James, and I bring a message from my 'Father': Spiral James, God of Space."
The moment the spatial distortion appeared and the unknown figure stepped through the portal, Neodin spun out of his chair. It sailed across the room as he pivoted on his heel. Neodin stretched out his hand and a massive runeblade materialized with a blinding flash of light. Ancient mystical runes of courage, virtue, and righteousness burned across the blade with tongues of golden flame.
The tip of the jagged blade pressed against James's throat before he made a second step. Neodin glared down at the boy with eyes that burned with the same golden light. He stood nearly twice the height of James's but more than three times his girth. Despite the aged white and silver fur that weathered his golden mane, the Aryite king was incredibly strong and agile.
"You are not an Erebari assassin..." Neodin finally said. His voice was deep, strong, and stern, yet calm and gentle. "No, your visage is that of the race of man, but your aura deceives something greater..."
The tip of the jagged blade pressed against James's throat before he made a second step. Neodin glared down at the boy with eyes that burned with the same golden light. He stood nearly twice the height of James's but more than three times his girth. Despite the aged white and silver fur that weathered his golden mane, the Aryite king was incredibly strong and agile.
"You are not an Erebari assassin..." Neodin finally said. His voice was deep, strong, and stern, yet calm and gentle. "No, your visage is that of the race of man, but your aura deceives something greater..."
(OOC: This post has been edited, please reread.))
Brian stood absolutely still as the tip of the blade pressed against his throat, the pedant on the choker hanging just above the blade. The young man's breath had stopped, and his eyes had filled with fear that slowly faded as he realized that his choker was fine.
"You are indeed correct, wise king. I appear to be of man, but I am not a man. I am not even technically a living being without my pendant." he said. "I am merely a doll given life."
"My creator, The God of Space, sent me to give you a friendly message, not to assassinate you." he said. "But please, lower your blade, I mean no one in your great kingdom any harm." he said.
Once, or if, the sword was lowered, Brian would continue with his simple task, grumbling something about his father telling him that he wouldn't be in any danger at all before he spoke to Neodin again after clearing his throat. "Well, to tell the truth, my Father would like to meet you in person, but he is busy keeping the fabric of Space from being undone by many different things all at once." he said.
He cleared his throat once more as he used his index finger to seemingly carve out a rectangular shape from the air, making a peace of parchment appear and float for King Neodin to read while Brian recited it as follows:
"Dear Priest-King Neodin Shadowslayer,
I would like to apologize for making my creation, Brian, drop in on you so unexpectedly, and hope that you will forgive both myself and him for doing so without your permission. Now, assuming that you haven't already tried, or have killed Brian, torn up this paper, or both, I would like to carry on to the problem at hand: the resurgence of enemies past.
While the recent chaos of the Chemias System also grieves me, it is not my major concern at this moment in time. My concern in stead is with your great and noble kingdom. I realize that you have one many battles and wars against your enemies, and I do in no way mean any disrespect, but I fear that enemies from the past may be gathering strength again.
My sister, Dori Clockwork, the Goddess of Time, has foreseen a great battle that your kingdom will have to fight in order to survive. Unfortunately, she has not seen who you are fighting, nor has she foreseen the outcome of the war. However, I feel that it is in my best interests that I inform you of these events.
Also, in case you are currently doubting my sister's accuracy with her prediction, please believe me when I say that everything she predicts does happen, though exactly how far into the future she does not know.
With these things in mind, I would like to arrange a meeting between you, myself, and my sister to discuss this topic in greater detail. I will leave Brian with you, and when you come to an answer as to whether or not we will meet, you may tell him and he will report back to me. Do not worry about him, though, he can take care of himself quite well for a doll given life.
With Great Respect,
-Spiral James, God of Space."
With that Brian closed his mouth, no longer speaking as he looked up at the Great lion before him, waiting to be spoken to before speaking again.
Brian stood absolutely still as the tip of the blade pressed against his throat, the pedant on the choker hanging just above the blade. The young man's breath had stopped, and his eyes had filled with fear that slowly faded as he realized that his choker was fine.
"You are indeed correct, wise king. I appear to be of man, but I am not a man. I am not even technically a living being without my pendant." he said. "I am merely a doll given life."
"My creator, The God of Space, sent me to give you a friendly message, not to assassinate you." he said. "But please, lower your blade, I mean no one in your great kingdom any harm." he said.
Once, or if, the sword was lowered, Brian would continue with his simple task, grumbling something about his father telling him that he wouldn't be in any danger at all before he spoke to Neodin again after clearing his throat. "Well, to tell the truth, my Father would like to meet you in person, but he is busy keeping the fabric of Space from being undone by many different things all at once." he said.
He cleared his throat once more as he used his index finger to seemingly carve out a rectangular shape from the air, making a peace of parchment appear and float for King Neodin to read while Brian recited it as follows:
"Dear Priest-King Neodin Shadowslayer,
I would like to apologize for making my creation, Brian, drop in on you so unexpectedly, and hope that you will forgive both myself and him for doing so without your permission. Now, assuming that you haven't already tried, or have killed Brian, torn up this paper, or both, I would like to carry on to the problem at hand: the resurgence of enemies past.
While the recent chaos of the Chemias System also grieves me, it is not my major concern at this moment in time. My concern in stead is with your great and noble kingdom. I realize that you have one many battles and wars against your enemies, and I do in no way mean any disrespect, but I fear that enemies from the past may be gathering strength again.
My sister, Dori Clockwork, the Goddess of Time, has foreseen a great battle that your kingdom will have to fight in order to survive. Unfortunately, she has not seen who you are fighting, nor has she foreseen the outcome of the war. However, I feel that it is in my best interests that I inform you of these events.
Also, in case you are currently doubting my sister's accuracy with her prediction, please believe me when I say that everything she predicts does happen, though exactly how far into the future she does not know.
With these things in mind, I would like to arrange a meeting between you, myself, and my sister to discuss this topic in greater detail. I will leave Brian with you, and when you come to an answer as to whether or not we will meet, you may tell him and he will report back to me. Do not worry about him, though, he can take care of himself quite well for a doll given life.
With Great Respect,
-Spiral James, God of Space."
With that Brian closed his mouth, no longer speaking as he looked up at the Great lion before him, waiting to be spoken to before speaking again.
Somewhere in the Multiverse
Arya'rayku K'romjhi, Zet'varethi, Khroniktuz
Lion's Mane City, Arydia, Khroniktus
"We are running out of time..." growled Priest-king Neodin Shadowslayer as he slammed his fist on the table.
Neodin was tall, even for an Aryite, and resonated with an authority that dwarfed his stature. A golden brown mane lined with streaks of grey surrounded his fierce and noble feline face and cascaded down his shoulders and back. Long flowing robes of royal purple, gold, and silver clad his sturdy body and barely covered his clawed paw-like bare feet. His eyes shone like two stars that were illuminated with an aura of wisdom, nobility, virtue, and honor. His long tail twitched in irritation behind him while he pressed his furred hands against the surface of the table before him.
"Construction on the ark is on schedule..." replied Archmage Sheodin Thundermane. "The rift to the sub-dimensional shipyard is still stable and the time-lapse ratio has not fluctuated."
Sheodin stood a hair taller than Neodin. Azure and silver robes contrasted the vibrant purple and gold that adorned his brother. His body, built like a mountain, was covered in auburn fur that was salted with traces of silver, gray, and white. A long silver mane fell across his chest and upper back. His eyes, filled with an ancient power, glowed like twin full moons. While the power that radiated from the king was almost divine in nature, the archmage's was cosmic and arcane - as if the universe itself postured before him. A paw-hand stroked his long beard while he eyed his king. Sheodin's brow furrowed in mutual concern with his brother.
"Your spellwork is not my concern, Sheodin." Neodin replied as he glared at the mountains of data that scrolled across the crystalline tabletop. "The ark may yet provide a suitable temporary home for our people, but that is its issue. It is temporary. I will not allow our people to become nomads without a land to call their own - without a land where they can sow crops, raise their children, and build a home."
"We both know that terraforming is out of the question..." Sheodin said as he dissected the data streaming from the research colony. "The process of stimulating a dead planet's magical field in order for our crops, and by extension ourselves, to thrive is too volatile."
"Aye..." Neodin frowned at the memories from the experiments. They were... less than fruitful. "Thus we must acquire suitable land from the other nations until we can perfect the process."
"That will be risky at best. Not even my foresight can predict their response."
"We will have to trust in Leolik..." Neodin sighed as he buried his face in his palms and ran his fingers through his mane. "And we will have to trust that we have the resources to make a worthwhile trade. I simply do not see how, though... Our people can barely fill the numbers of a mere colony of the Aschen or Taiyou. What do we have to offer to these giants that we seek to congregate with?"
"Well, unless you want to take land by force, we do not have much of a choice besides living as nomads!" Sheodin growled.
Neodin frowned sadly and fell silent for several moments before meeting his brother's gaze with a glare that could crumble mountains and cow storms. "If it falls to that... So be it. We have lived with this curse for far too long to see our people be burned along with our world, or for their legacy to be untold generations of drifting through the cold and unforgiving void - never to feel the warmth of a sun on their coats or soil beneath their paws. No. We will claim a new home for ourselves through either the scale or the sword!"
Sheodin pursed his lips and furrowed his brow more deeply. He exhale a drained sigh. "... Then we will pray that it is the former."
The Priest-king's eyes drifted from the table and out of the window overlooking the city. Lion's Mane still possessed the relatively same architectural style from his youth... Stone and wood. His people still walked on foot in this part of Arydia. Dark clouds loomed above the blacksmithing shops while merchants bartered their wares in the bazaar. Children played in the streets, innocent of the troubles of kings and mages. Armed guards stoically watched over the citizens as they went on with their lives.
"Yes... Pray that it is the former." Neodin whispered.
Arya'rayku K'romjhi, Zet'varethi, Khroniktuz
Lion's Mane City, Arydia, Khroniktus
"We are running out of time..." growled Priest-king Neodin Shadowslayer as he slammed his fist on the table.
Neodin was tall, even for an Aryite, and resonated with an authority that dwarfed his stature. A golden brown mane lined with streaks of grey surrounded his fierce and noble feline face and cascaded down his shoulders and back. Long flowing robes of royal purple, gold, and silver clad his sturdy body and barely covered his clawed paw-like bare feet. His eyes shone like two stars that were illuminated with an aura of wisdom, nobility, virtue, and honor. His long tail twitched in irritation behind him while he pressed his furred hands against the surface of the table before him.
"Construction on the ark is on schedule..." replied Archmage Sheodin Thundermane. "The rift to the sub-dimensional shipyard is still stable and the time-lapse ratio has not fluctuated."
Sheodin stood a hair taller than Neodin. Azure and silver robes contrasted the vibrant purple and gold that adorned his brother. His body, built like a mountain, was covered in auburn fur that was salted with traces of silver, gray, and white. A long silver mane fell across his chest and upper back. His eyes, filled with an ancient power, glowed like twin full moons. While the power that radiated from the king was almost divine in nature, the archmage's was cosmic and arcane - as if the universe itself postured before him. A paw-hand stroked his long beard while he eyed his king. Sheodin's brow furrowed in mutual concern with his brother.
"Your spellwork is not my concern, Sheodin." Neodin replied as he glared at the mountains of data that scrolled across the crystalline tabletop. "The ark may yet provide a suitable temporary home for our people, but that is its issue. It is temporary. I will not allow our people to become nomads without a land to call their own - without a land where they can sow crops, raise their children, and build a home."
"We both know that terraforming is out of the question..." Sheodin said as he dissected the data streaming from the research colony. "The process of stimulating a dead planet's magical field in order for our crops, and by extension ourselves, to thrive is too volatile."
"Aye..." Neodin frowned at the memories from the experiments. They were... less than fruitful. "Thus we must acquire suitable land from the other nations until we can perfect the process."
"That will be risky at best. Not even my foresight can predict their response."
"We will have to trust in Leolik..." Neodin sighed as he buried his face in his palms and ran his fingers through his mane. "And we will have to trust that we have the resources to make a worthwhile trade. I simply do not see how, though... Our people can barely fill the numbers of a mere colony of the Aschen or Taiyou. What do we have to offer to these giants that we seek to congregate with?"
"Well, unless you want to take land by force, we do not have much of a choice besides living as nomads!" Sheodin growled.
Neodin frowned sadly and fell silent for several moments before meeting his brother's gaze with a glare that could crumble mountains and cow storms. "If it falls to that... So be it. We have lived with this curse for far too long to see our people be burned along with our world, or for their legacy to be untold generations of drifting through the cold and unforgiving void - never to feel the warmth of a sun on their coats or soil beneath their paws. No. We will claim a new home for ourselves through either the scale or the sword!"
Sheodin pursed his lips and furrowed his brow more deeply. He exhale a drained sigh. "... Then we will pray that it is the former."
The Priest-king's eyes drifted from the table and out of the window overlooking the city. Lion's Mane still possessed the relatively same architectural style from his youth... Stone and wood. His people still walked on foot in this part of Arydia. Dark clouds loomed above the blacksmithing shops while merchants bartered their wares in the bazaar. Children played in the streets, innocent of the troubles of kings and mages. Armed guards stoically watched over the citizens as they went on with their lives.
"Yes... Pray that it is the former." Neodin whispered.
Something stirred in the depths of the arcane undercurrent that the city of walking cats provided. It was nothing to volatile in nature that it was unwelcome but something more strange and bizarre as eldritch forces formed a silent portal from an unknown location. From there a rather odd presence stepped in with its mammoth sized wizards cap. The elderly man stroked his beard with one hand while the other clutched at a fiery orbed staff of bronze and silver.
"Talk or Sword? My what an odd concept it must be to not consider that your time was long gone before you meddled with the affairs of the natural order of things." The elderly man smiled as he spoke his mind only to turn his attention to another feline that traveled along side him.
"Bigsby you speak as if that the choice to live is not something we deserve. No these proud spirits I would call brothers for existence is the only blessing we can count." The feline priest spoke up only to glance at the archmage and the king before him only to slowly offer a respectable courtly nod to the two.
"Kath teaches that all his creations are nothing more than nomads trying to claim their rights to salvation. The thirteenth prophet also spoke of something similar if I recall." The feline once again spoke and Bigsby nodded. The elderly wizard seemed to stare up at the blazing globe atop his staff and nodded as if answering something else.
"Roaming through the stars might not be a bad plan of action but let the two of us propose yet another idea." The wizard never allowed his gaze to leave his staff as he spoke. "I am Bigsby Big Hat and this companion of mine is a priest of Kath, A rakasta as his people are called, he has had a vision of your peoples arrival and wishes to extend a rather lucrative invitation." The elderly wizard began to smile like his wicked mind began to stitch the pieces of this puzzle together only to take a step back allowing his feline friend to move forward towards the two.
The Rakasta priest simply smile and his tail began to twitch slightly as he looked over the two. "What say you two? Will you hear an offer or is there something more pressing for either of you to deal with right now?"
"Talk or Sword? My what an odd concept it must be to not consider that your time was long gone before you meddled with the affairs of the natural order of things." The elderly man smiled as he spoke his mind only to turn his attention to another feline that traveled along side him.
"Bigsby you speak as if that the choice to live is not something we deserve. No these proud spirits I would call brothers for existence is the only blessing we can count." The feline priest spoke up only to glance at the archmage and the king before him only to slowly offer a respectable courtly nod to the two.
"Kath teaches that all his creations are nothing more than nomads trying to claim their rights to salvation. The thirteenth prophet also spoke of something similar if I recall." The feline once again spoke and Bigsby nodded. The elderly wizard seemed to stare up at the blazing globe atop his staff and nodded as if answering something else.
"Roaming through the stars might not be a bad plan of action but let the two of us propose yet another idea." The wizard never allowed his gaze to leave his staff as he spoke. "I am Bigsby Big Hat and this companion of mine is a priest of Kath, A rakasta as his people are called, he has had a vision of your peoples arrival and wishes to extend a rather lucrative invitation." The elderly wizard began to smile like his wicked mind began to stitch the pieces of this puzzle together only to take a step back allowing his feline friend to move forward towards the two.
The Rakasta priest simply smile and his tail began to twitch slightly as he looked over the two. "What say you two? Will you hear an offer or is there something more pressing for either of you to deal with right now?"
It was then that Fate and Chance chose to throw Khroniktus a curve ball... When the wizard passed through the dimensional barrier into the home of the Khroniktan Alliance, alarms broke out across the known world. Fortresses were fortified and armies mobilized. Blaring sirens screamed through the barracks and shipyards - signaling the frigates and other warships to prepare for battle.
A sharp ping rung through their minds before the infamous Bigsby materialized in the private study of the Royal Brothers. They rose to their feet and a bright light surrounded their bodies. When the wizard and his companion entered the room, the Priest-king and Archmage were clad in suits of golden and silver armor, respectively, that radiated with powerful magic and runes that would shrug off blows that would vaporize seas and disintegrate mountains. A massive broadsword materialized in Neodin's gauntlet. It was jagged and covered in glowing runes of courage, righteousness, and virtue that burned like an ageless inferno. The weapon itself was an anomaly - bearing no flaw or unintended nick. Sheodin held an enormous mallet. Its neck and handle were made of a polished stone-like material while a large crystal, blue as the deepest sea, served as its head. The wrath of a cataclysmic maelstrom churned beneath the surface of the crystal.
Sheodin stretched out his hand as Neodin rolled to the side to flank the intruders. Several multi-tiered runes and arcane matrices materialized beneath the wizard and his companion - forming a cage that negated spellcasting and would ensnare them in a stasis field.
"Who dares intrude upon the sanctum of His Majesty and the Archmage?!" Sheodin thundered with a voice that shook the castle to its foundations. It dripped with raw cosmic power, as if he could erase them from Existence with a single word. "If you come as assassins then you are sorely mist- ... Wait... You!"
Sheodin growled as he recognized the wizard from his pilgrimage several years ago. He glared down at the man very much like a lion who's den was just invaded. "What are you doing here?"
"Brother..." Neodin said while still in a defensive position. "Do you... know these miscreants?"
"I recall the wizard, but not the creature beside him - who looks like kin but is not. I met him briefly while on my pilgrimage to Terra. We had a... conversation."
"Are they dangerous?" Neodin narrowed his eyes behind his visor.
"He most assuredly is..." Sheodin glared at Bigsby, "... but I do not believe our parting would have instilled motive to break through our wards and assault us in our home. Brother, you should call off the alarm and calm our allies. As for you, I will release you under the faith that you are not here for hostilities."
With that, Sheodin deactivated the wards that surrounded the pair. King Neodin sighed in irritation as he stepped over to his desk and tapped on a crystal ball. Meanwhile, Sheodin listened to them speak. Neodin returned as the Rakasta voiced his question.
"The Aryites, my people," Neodin began, now adopting a calm and diplomatic posture as his armor vanishes, "have always had a close relationship with the land we dwell upon. It is said that our blood waters the fields of our descendants. But I will listen to your offer, rakasta, and forgive your trespass into my house as long as it is brief - for offworlders are not suited for extended stays on Khroniktus."
A sharp ping rung through their minds before the infamous Bigsby materialized in the private study of the Royal Brothers. They rose to their feet and a bright light surrounded their bodies. When the wizard and his companion entered the room, the Priest-king and Archmage were clad in suits of golden and silver armor, respectively, that radiated with powerful magic and runes that would shrug off blows that would vaporize seas and disintegrate mountains. A massive broadsword materialized in Neodin's gauntlet. It was jagged and covered in glowing runes of courage, righteousness, and virtue that burned like an ageless inferno. The weapon itself was an anomaly - bearing no flaw or unintended nick. Sheodin held an enormous mallet. Its neck and handle were made of a polished stone-like material while a large crystal, blue as the deepest sea, served as its head. The wrath of a cataclysmic maelstrom churned beneath the surface of the crystal.
Sheodin stretched out his hand as Neodin rolled to the side to flank the intruders. Several multi-tiered runes and arcane matrices materialized beneath the wizard and his companion - forming a cage that negated spellcasting and would ensnare them in a stasis field.
"Who dares intrude upon the sanctum of His Majesty and the Archmage?!" Sheodin thundered with a voice that shook the castle to its foundations. It dripped with raw cosmic power, as if he could erase them from Existence with a single word. "If you come as assassins then you are sorely mist- ... Wait... You!"
Sheodin growled as he recognized the wizard from his pilgrimage several years ago. He glared down at the man very much like a lion who's den was just invaded. "What are you doing here?"
"Brother..." Neodin said while still in a defensive position. "Do you... know these miscreants?"
"I recall the wizard, but not the creature beside him - who looks like kin but is not. I met him briefly while on my pilgrimage to Terra. We had a... conversation."
"Are they dangerous?" Neodin narrowed his eyes behind his visor.
"He most assuredly is..." Sheodin glared at Bigsby, "... but I do not believe our parting would have instilled motive to break through our wards and assault us in our home. Brother, you should call off the alarm and calm our allies. As for you, I will release you under the faith that you are not here for hostilities."
With that, Sheodin deactivated the wards that surrounded the pair. King Neodin sighed in irritation as he stepped over to his desk and tapped on a crystal ball. Meanwhile, Sheodin listened to them speak. Neodin returned as the Rakasta voiced his question.
"The Aryites, my people," Neodin began, now adopting a calm and diplomatic posture as his armor vanishes, "have always had a close relationship with the land we dwell upon. It is said that our blood waters the fields of our descendants. But I will listen to your offer, rakasta, and forgive your trespass into my house as long as it is brief - for offworlders are not suited for extended stays on Khroniktus."
The field went up and Bigsby just smiled. "Let them do as they do my friend. We have nothing to worried about." The feline priest simply nodded and watched as eventually the other two had said their fill and lowered the cosmic field. Bigsby himself smiled knowing full well that the archmage here noted their former meeting.
"A pleasure to see you alive and well magistrate. Did I not warn you before...." Bigsby was cut off as the priest simply offered a neutral glance. "Right forgive me my friend. This is your time not my own."
Ra'Zahr's tail swished slightly to the left when Neodin spoke his peace. "It is that very same arrogance that will be your downfall King of the Aryites. My people welcome all with open arms be them assassins or friends barring gifts." The Rakasta priest spoke only to smile as he tapped the bottom of his staff against the floor and raised his furry paw high creating images with the very raw energy that this place seemed to be made of. It showed a world of lush forests and vast expanses of sand and ocean. The image of this world pulled back beyond the skyline revealing the world itself and several suns that seemed to hold arcane sway over the world.
"My people have long lived on the world of Gaia. We follow the will of the saints and prophets we believe Kath has sent us over the vast lifetime my people have lived. I know your problem well King Neodin for it is something that Kath sent to me on the rolling sands and grasses of my lands." The feline turned to Sheodin and dismissed his illusion. "I am sure that you can track these stars to find our hospitality. Just know that like in all lands Darkness claims the very worlds that any soul tries to call their own."
"A pleasure to see you alive and well magistrate. Did I not warn you before...." Bigsby was cut off as the priest simply offered a neutral glance. "Right forgive me my friend. This is your time not my own."
Ra'Zahr's tail swished slightly to the left when Neodin spoke his peace. "It is that very same arrogance that will be your downfall King of the Aryites. My people welcome all with open arms be them assassins or friends barring gifts." The Rakasta priest spoke only to smile as he tapped the bottom of his staff against the floor and raised his furry paw high creating images with the very raw energy that this place seemed to be made of. It showed a world of lush forests and vast expanses of sand and ocean. The image of this world pulled back beyond the skyline revealing the world itself and several suns that seemed to hold arcane sway over the world.
"My people have long lived on the world of Gaia. We follow the will of the saints and prophets we believe Kath has sent us over the vast lifetime my people have lived. I know your problem well King Neodin for it is something that Kath sent to me on the rolling sands and grasses of my lands." The feline turned to Sheodin and dismissed his illusion. "I am sure that you can track these stars to find our hospitality. Just know that like in all lands Darkness claims the very worlds that any soul tries to call their own."
The Priest-king narrowed his glowing eyes coldly on the rakasta. Neodin towered over Ra'Zahr at nearly twice his height. "You speak of arrogance..." Neodin took on the tone of an elder scolding a child for misbehaving. He slowly strode behind his desk - his now bare feet padding against the fine wool carpet of the floor - and sat in his seat. The King rested his elbows on the desk and tented his fingers. "... and yet you possess the audacity to prance into the private chambers of a King - my home - uninvited? If I was not already familiar with you, Ra'Zahr of the Desert, from the account given by one of my agents who visited your world, I would have thrown you and your companion into a stasis chamber and deported you both on the next vessel into your space! ... But now you are a guest in my home, and certain procedures must be met."
King Neodin tapped a crystal diode on his desk. It illuminated with a soft glow. Five seconds later the door opened and a white robed Aryite stepped into the room. He was head and shoulders over Bigsby and Ra'Zahr, but shorter than the King and Archmage. The Aryite's short coat was a pale yellow with black spots and he bore no mane. His body was wiry and lean in contrast to the mountainous bulk of the sovereigns.
"Mani attah'wee tzaraka, Shlah Melelmote?" he said as he eyed the two guests with suspicion.
"L'ahbeta si'akhnu mirkhai." King Neodin nodded to the servant and gave him a warm smile.
The servant deflated and gave a barely audible sigh of relief at the gesture. He bowed low and departed.
"Now..." Neodin returned his attention to the two visitors. Sheodin took his place standing beside the King. "Before you continue your proposal, I desire to know the hearts and minds of my two guests. You have time. The Sickness will not take hold over you for another few hours."
King Neodin tapped a crystal diode on his desk. It illuminated with a soft glow. Five seconds later the door opened and a white robed Aryite stepped into the room. He was head and shoulders over Bigsby and Ra'Zahr, but shorter than the King and Archmage. The Aryite's short coat was a pale yellow with black spots and he bore no mane. His body was wiry and lean in contrast to the mountainous bulk of the sovereigns.
"Mani attah'wee tzaraka, Shlah Melelmote?" he said as he eyed the two guests with suspicion.
"L'ahbeta si'akhnu mirkhai." King Neodin nodded to the servant and gave him a warm smile.
The servant deflated and gave a barely audible sigh of relief at the gesture. He bowed low and departed.
"Now..." Neodin returned his attention to the two visitors. Sheodin took his place standing beside the King. "Before you continue your proposal, I desire to know the hearts and minds of my two guests. You have time. The Sickness will not take hold over you for another few hours."
"Yes I speak of arrogance indeed." Ra'Zahr spoke confidently in his own way once the king had taken his own seat. "You act as if you are the only one who needs to carry your burdens. It sickens me know that such a folly as I have said can and will be the downfall you fate yourself over."
Bigsby simply glanced at the smaller fellow only to then make note of the other guests who had just arrived. The Rakasta priest simply shook his head but the large hatted wizard made his own step forward.
"My friend here speaks from the heart but he is true in his words my king. Also it was my doing that brought him here and not his own." Bigsby began to chuckle slightly as he stroked at his beard while he contemplated something. "What sickness would befuddle us that it would take a few hours? Surely it is not the rythmic sway that your star is giving off?"
Bigsby simply glanced at the smaller fellow only to then make note of the other guests who had just arrived. The Rakasta priest simply shook his head but the large hatted wizard made his own step forward.
"My friend here speaks from the heart but he is true in his words my king. Also it was my doing that brought him here and not his own." Bigsby began to chuckle slightly as he stroked at his beard while he contemplated something. "What sickness would befuddle us that it would take a few hours? Surely it is not the rythmic sway that your star is giving off?"
King Neodin Shadowlsayer drilled his penetrating gaze into Ra'Zahr. His face was stony and neutral - honed by a thousand years of politicking. If the rakasha and wizard had approached any other noble, they likely would have been thrown out onto the streets for their lack of manners. Neodin, however, had a patience tempered by centuries of dealing with manipulative nobles, cunning merchants, and ambitious generals all trying to outwit himself and each other in order to syphon power for their future generations. Most of their attempts were petty, others were so pathetic that it made the stoic and virtuous king burst into uproarious (and scandalous) laughter right in the middle of court, while some few were diabolical enough to invoke his terrible wrath... Neodin inwardly cringed at the memories. He dearly loved the Aryites like his own children, and like every father he despised the moments when he had to discipline them. However, he was also a shepherd, and sometimes the individual sheep had to be purged in order to protect the flock as a whole.
It was then that the door opened and the same servant from before entered the room. He carried a silver tray with a white and gold porcelain tea set - a steaming kettle and four cups - placed upon it. The servant approached and placed the tray on the desk before bowing low. Neodin dismissed him with a wave.
"To answer your question, wizard." Neodin neglected to mention Ra'Zahr's poor conduct. "Eons ago, before my people roamed the world, the Ancient Ones waged a great war that consumed all of Khroniktus. The sky burned, the seas boiled, and the land was scorched into glass. If not for the good graces of Elunhim, all life would have been burned away by fire. However, by His blessing, a small portion of the world was able to sustain life. While the glass mountains and plains gave way to vast deserts, life in this sanctuary adapted and flourished. Nevertheless, the world has been permanently scarred by that war and a vast field of energy - what I believe the other space-faring civilizations refer to as radiation - permeates the whole planet. Even though life here has adapted to resist the energy and even thrive with it in some cases, we have discovered it is quite harmful and potentially lethal to off-worlders. This is one of our greatest defenses against invasion from the other civilizations that vastly outnumber us. Khroniktus itself will rise against them. Our other defense, which you have apparently circumvented, is our ambiguous location." Neodin gave Bigsby a glare. "We have never had visitors to our world without our permission, so forgive our... caution.
"I digress..." Neodin continued as he filled the four cups. "Though the Foreigner Sickness will not effect you for several hours, this herbal brew possesses medicinal properties that will momentarily keep it at bay. Would you care for a cup?"
It was then that the door opened and the same servant from before entered the room. He carried a silver tray with a white and gold porcelain tea set - a steaming kettle and four cups - placed upon it. The servant approached and placed the tray on the desk before bowing low. Neodin dismissed him with a wave.
"To answer your question, wizard." Neodin neglected to mention Ra'Zahr's poor conduct. "Eons ago, before my people roamed the world, the Ancient Ones waged a great war that consumed all of Khroniktus. The sky burned, the seas boiled, and the land was scorched into glass. If not for the good graces of Elunhim, all life would have been burned away by fire. However, by His blessing, a small portion of the world was able to sustain life. While the glass mountains and plains gave way to vast deserts, life in this sanctuary adapted and flourished. Nevertheless, the world has been permanently scarred by that war and a vast field of energy - what I believe the other space-faring civilizations refer to as radiation - permeates the whole planet. Even though life here has adapted to resist the energy and even thrive with it in some cases, we have discovered it is quite harmful and potentially lethal to off-worlders. This is one of our greatest defenses against invasion from the other civilizations that vastly outnumber us. Khroniktus itself will rise against them. Our other defense, which you have apparently circumvented, is our ambiguous location." Neodin gave Bigsby a glare. "We have never had visitors to our world without our permission, so forgive our... caution.
"I digress..." Neodin continued as he filled the four cups. "Though the Foreigner Sickness will not effect you for several hours, this herbal brew possesses medicinal properties that will momentarily keep it at bay. Would you care for a cup?"
The wizard shook his head but Ra'Zahr was not as safe as the old man who had brought him.
"You must know that behind this frail body is gems and strange constructs. Long decades of tinkering has left me wondering what other improvements could be made while safely claiming that I am still like everyone else." Bigsby offered as he watched his small feline companion gratefully take a cup and slowly began to sip at it. "In fact." Bigsby began to ponder a bit only to laugh. "I think that Ra'Zahr's world would be perfectly suited for your people." The old man continue on only to ramble in a few different languages before being nudged by the Rakasta priest.
"Ah, yes right, right I was going on about the suns. At any rate your best bet would be to move out from this system and take up residence on the planet called Gaia. A wonderful world filled with flora and fauna that would be easily enjoyed. The only issue is that the three suns that the planet deals with essentially creates a constant day that is only canceled by phases of the moon and storms." Bigsby began to stroke his beard while Ra'Zahr continued to drink his tea.
"You must know that behind this frail body is gems and strange constructs. Long decades of tinkering has left me wondering what other improvements could be made while safely claiming that I am still like everyone else." Bigsby offered as he watched his small feline companion gratefully take a cup and slowly began to sip at it. "In fact." Bigsby began to ponder a bit only to laugh. "I think that Ra'Zahr's world would be perfectly suited for your people." The old man continue on only to ramble in a few different languages before being nudged by the Rakasta priest.
"Ah, yes right, right I was going on about the suns. At any rate your best bet would be to move out from this system and take up residence on the planet called Gaia. A wonderful world filled with flora and fauna that would be easily enjoyed. The only issue is that the three suns that the planet deals with essentially creates a constant day that is only canceled by phases of the moon and storms." Bigsby began to stroke his beard while Ra'Zahr continued to drink his tea.
King Neodin bowed his head and fixated his gaze on the shifting data that scrolled across his desk. The crystalline surface was smooth as glass and depicted several pages of documents and scores of evolving numbers in the pictographical Khroniktan language. In truth, Neodin was mostly ignoring the data as he delved into deep meditation over the offer. Finally, after several moments, he looked up and met Sheodin's eyes. The Archmage gave a silent nod. Though their faces were stony and neutral, their eyes betrayed meaning that only they could discern.
"Your offer is tempting." Neodin finally replied. "It would be foolish of me to not consider it, but it would also be rash to throw away all other venues. I believe that Leolik has orchestrated this meeting, perhaps so this agreement can come to pass - or perhaps so our peoples can grow closer together in kinship. Regardless, I will take your offer into consideration. However, I must also seek out other options, for I cannot invest the safety of my people in the potential hospitality of an entire world and the testament of a single citizen. Perhaps while I do so you could direct my Foreign Correspondence Committee to a more official diplomat of your people?" the king gave the rakasta a subtle wink.
"Your offer is tempting." Neodin finally replied. "It would be foolish of me to not consider it, but it would also be rash to throw away all other venues. I believe that Leolik has orchestrated this meeting, perhaps so this agreement can come to pass - or perhaps so our peoples can grow closer together in kinship. Regardless, I will take your offer into consideration. However, I must also seek out other options, for I cannot invest the safety of my people in the potential hospitality of an entire world and the testament of a single citizen. Perhaps while I do so you could direct my Foreign Correspondence Committee to a more official diplomat of your people?" the king gave the rakasta a subtle wink.
Ra'Zahr only laughed at the idea of any kind of official diplomat from anyplace on the world of Gaia. The Rakasta only shrugged and looked at the two with hopes that they would find other answers if this was not an acceptable route to take.
"If your people do come be sure to find yourself a nice cozy nook to sit in. Most of the world is not inhabited by civilized creatures and I am sure the great nations would be pleased with another trade or two." Ra'Zahr pointed out only to down the rest of his tea. Bigsby on the other hand simply continued to wait for things to tidy themselves up before leaving. He had done what was needed but he would remain in the shadows to catch the energy of the slowly fading sun if he could.
"If your people do come be sure to find yourself a nice cozy nook to sit in. Most of the world is not inhabited by civilized creatures and I am sure the great nations would be pleased with another trade or two." Ra'Zahr pointed out only to down the rest of his tea. Bigsby on the other hand simply continued to wait for things to tidy themselves up before leaving. He had done what was needed but he would remain in the shadows to catch the energy of the slowly fading sun if he could.
Neodin nodded at Ra'Zahr. "Regardless, I would like to formally meet with any of the major world powers of Gaia. Now, unless there is anything else we must discuss, I must request that you leave my brother and I to our work. It is drawing near to the Erebari's raiding season, and we must ensure that Lionheart Keep is prepared for the first waves. I apologize for not inviting you to join us for dinner.
"Go with Leolik's blessing," Neodin continued as he lifted his hand. Power infused his words as he spoke, "May your days be long and fruitful. May Leolik guide you and fill you with His wisdom and His courage. May His Everlasting Flame always keep the All Consuming Darkness at bay."
"Go with Leolik's blessing," Neodin continued as he lifted his hand. Power infused his words as he spoke, "May your days be long and fruitful. May Leolik guide you and fill you with His wisdom and His courage. May His Everlasting Flame always keep the All Consuming Darkness at bay."
"May the blessings of my peoples prophets offer you the same." Ra'Zahr offered as he left his empty cup and left through the same portal. Bigsby himself stood by and watched the two large cats at work only to smirk as if he knew something. Instead of adding something more the old wizard simply turned about and entered his own portal only to close it on his way out.
Initiating final pre-voyage checks.
Cargo loaded? Check. Shields stabilized? Check. Energy crystals activated? Check.
Life support online. Defense systems online. Engines online. Comm’ systems online. All systems go.
All personnel to stations. Dimensional breach in… shatu… shinbali… mokhad…
Darkness.
Void.
Emptiness.
A flash of light.
Just outside the border of the Sirius system, a flash of light erupted in the dark emptiness of nothingness and gave chase to the endless shadows of space. A swirling vortex of purple, blue, red, and gold forged a violent tempest where there was once a calm blackness. The energies churned, gathered, dissipated, and thundered as a funnel in the fabric of space and time formed like a raging sea storm.. Blue and violet lightning illuminated the cosmic maelstrom.
A blinding light erupted from the vortex. Three enormous shapes emerged from the maelstrom in single file. Their surfaces were like golden diamonds that radiated with auras of shimmering light. The hulls of the vessels were crystalline and seamless. They hovered unhindered by the cosmic wrath of the vortex like three stars. Two of the vessels were triangular while the third bore a more rectangular shape. All three of the mysterious vessels rivaled the size of the asteroids that they brushed passed with little effort as they lumbered towards the center of the star system.
A few moments passed before the convoy settled into a high orbit over the world of Gaia. They would appear as a trio of new and particular bright stars to the inhabitants below - to be interpreted as any way they wished.
"Sire, we have established a stable orbit. What are your orders?"
"Send out probes. Map out any notable areas and search for the densest clusters of civilization. I want to know the locations of all major powers on that world within the hour. Have the magi calibrate the arcanogram and prepare for official first contact."
"Aye, milord."
Dozens of small golden spheres emerged from the ships. They hovered beside the vessels, unhindered by the gravity well of the planet and the abundant cosmic energies that drifted their the void like an ocean breeze. The spheres suddenly shot down to the planet like meteors without any sign of acceleration. Tails of shimmering radiance followed in their wake as they explored the globe in a grid pattern.
Cargo loaded? Check. Shields stabilized? Check. Energy crystals activated? Check.
Life support online. Defense systems online. Engines online. Comm’ systems online. All systems go.
All personnel to stations. Dimensional breach in… shatu… shinbali… mokhad…
Darkness.
Void.
Emptiness.
A flash of light.
Just outside the border of the Sirius system, a flash of light erupted in the dark emptiness of nothingness and gave chase to the endless shadows of space. A swirling vortex of purple, blue, red, and gold forged a violent tempest where there was once a calm blackness. The energies churned, gathered, dissipated, and thundered as a funnel in the fabric of space and time formed like a raging sea storm.. Blue and violet lightning illuminated the cosmic maelstrom.
A blinding light erupted from the vortex. Three enormous shapes emerged from the maelstrom in single file. Their surfaces were like golden diamonds that radiated with auras of shimmering light. The hulls of the vessels were crystalline and seamless. They hovered unhindered by the cosmic wrath of the vortex like three stars. Two of the vessels were triangular while the third bore a more rectangular shape. All three of the mysterious vessels rivaled the size of the asteroids that they brushed passed with little effort as they lumbered towards the center of the star system.
A few moments passed before the convoy settled into a high orbit over the world of Gaia. They would appear as a trio of new and particular bright stars to the inhabitants below - to be interpreted as any way they wished.
"Sire, we have established a stable orbit. What are your orders?"
"Send out probes. Map out any notable areas and search for the densest clusters of civilization. I want to know the locations of all major powers on that world within the hour. Have the magi calibrate the arcanogram and prepare for official first contact."
"Aye, milord."
Dozens of small golden spheres emerged from the ships. They hovered beside the vessels, unhindered by the gravity well of the planet and the abundant cosmic energies that drifted their the void like an ocean breeze. The spheres suddenly shot down to the planet like meteors without any sign of acceleration. Tails of shimmering radiance followed in their wake as they explored the globe in a grid pattern.
The Great city of Wer'Guawysvern sat bellow and the oracles and wizards of the mighty desert city began their works in the name of their great scaly Lord of the Southern Sands. Inikhethadaternock simply offered a toothy smile as he rose from his sandy throne and donned a silk robe to cover his bare sun-kissed skin. His elvish appearance he now took moved with grace as he took a scroll from a kneeling robed servant all the while his Hidden Claw strode right beside him keeping her silence until he was ready for her words.
"You know, Aurora, there is a fine line of wonderful news that I am willing to take." Inikhethadaternock commented as he unrolled the scroll and looked over the inscribed work only to smirk. "I was wondering how that assignment went. So you outright killed the man in public?" The Dragon quested slyly. Aurora simply nodded and kept her pace with her lord as they walked.
"I called him out for his betrayals and when he tried to deny them I silenced him." Aurora quickly commented. She kept her eyes forward as the two stepped into the daylight. "My lord what are you going to do about the newcomers who sit high above? Ra'Zahr and that wizard said that they would arrive but we have no idea as to what kind of force they have. Their technology from what I am informed is magical in nature but..." Aurora began to trail off the subject as her gaze fell upon Symir who only offered his own smile as he strode past the two.
"Aurora." The sand dragon chirped a bit as he continued to smile. "Go after that loving brother of yours and let him know that lunch will be served shortly. I expect him to be present during the festivities and for the arrival of our guests if they decide to come down from that lofty spot of theirs."
The Hidden Claw simply nodded and turned about to go after her brother. The King of Wer'Guawysvern simply continued on his way and began to look over his territory just to then bring his gaze up too the sky above. His keen vision brought a smile to his face as arcane energies began to flow heavily around him.
"Bring on the feast then."
Silence was all the Qenna would give towards the two, following quietly behind the King of the Sands. Qenna sighed inwardly as she strode along behind and listened to the words spoken between her sister and father 'Fools...the lot of them' She thought to herself as she leaned slightly on her walking stick, the Staff hummed with a power all it's own, her fingers brushing up and down the golden lines and runic markings while her gaze shifted to look at it 'I take it you already know a good deal about that thing in the sky dont you?' She asked, the tiefling would say while running her fingers through her hair to brush it from her face.
'Always...' The Staff replied as it said further 'It is a very curious design, however, I would need to interface directly with one of their minds to learn anything further. All I can infer is that their magic is almost superior to your own' Qenna nodded and would sway her tail back and forth gently as her gaze lifted up at the thought of a feast 'Great...another feast with the boring dignataries...wonderful of days' She said with a roll of her eyes and allowed her presence be known by a sharp rapping of her staff on the ground "My Lord...do you desire my contact with regard to those whom rest above our heads?" She asked him
Her face was practiced and even in tone, cold, steely eyes watching her Father while her grip on her staff tightened gently though she did bow her head "If necessary, I could arrange quarters for them and their number to stay within the city walls" Qenna offered.
'Always...' The Staff replied as it said further 'It is a very curious design, however, I would need to interface directly with one of their minds to learn anything further. All I can infer is that their magic is almost superior to your own' Qenna nodded and would sway her tail back and forth gently as her gaze lifted up at the thought of a feast 'Great...another feast with the boring dignataries...wonderful of days' She said with a roll of her eyes and allowed her presence be known by a sharp rapping of her staff on the ground "My Lord...do you desire my contact with regard to those whom rest above our heads?" She asked him
Her face was practiced and even in tone, cold, steely eyes watching her Father while her grip on her staff tightened gently though she did bow her head "If necessary, I could arrange quarters for them and their number to stay within the city walls" Qenna offered.
The king of the sands simply turned to look at his wonderful court wizard only to frown slightly as there was still plenty to do.
"You know Qenna it is almost unbearable when you ask such simple questions." The sun kissed elf offered her a mock bow. His blue eyes seemed to glow as they held their gaze upon his half bread child. "I actually wish you to be present for when the new arrivals show themselves. After all Ra'Zahr and that large hatted wizard did promise me that those guests of ours would be most famished and tired."
Inikhethadaternock began to straighten himself up and popped his neck only to look over the vast ocean before them and the desert at their backs. "Have the people who work within my halls prepare a great meal and the dining hall. Make sure there is extra sand upon the floor and the cooling lamps in place, the blue flames. Once this is all done and over with I will require my maps and documents from our personal library to see what can be done with our new found friends to make them comfortable."
"You know Qenna it is almost unbearable when you ask such simple questions." The sun kissed elf offered her a mock bow. His blue eyes seemed to glow as they held their gaze upon his half bread child. "I actually wish you to be present for when the new arrivals show themselves. After all Ra'Zahr and that large hatted wizard did promise me that those guests of ours would be most famished and tired."
Inikhethadaternock began to straighten himself up and popped his neck only to look over the vast ocean before them and the desert at their backs. "Have the people who work within my halls prepare a great meal and the dining hall. Make sure there is extra sand upon the floor and the cooling lamps in place, the blue flames. Once this is all done and over with I will require my maps and documents from our personal library to see what can be done with our new found friends to make them comfortable."
Qenna sighed gently while tapping the ground with her staff "Very well my lord but may I make one point known. How am I to know your will when you do not share it with me? I may be your advisor and a high tier Chrono-mancer but there are literally an endless amount of outcomes your will could be based on the current situation. Time is fickle like that" She said and would turn to head out for the servant's quarters to begin the preparations "Time...what is the nature of it?" She said to herself then snapped her fingers and disappeared as time itself froze all around her. even the Great Sand King would find himself immobile to her while she headed onward
'My Lady, you sound angry...' The staff hummed as the Tiefling nodded a little "I am Heim but now is not the time to be venting frustrations and troubles. Now, there is work to be done and perhaps once the evening has come, I may shed a tear or two in the oasis" Qenna would arrive at the quarters and snapped her fingers again loudly as time resumed and she began to organize the servants for the feast's preparations.
'My Lady, you sound angry...' The staff hummed as the Tiefling nodded a little "I am Heim but now is not the time to be venting frustrations and troubles. Now, there is work to be done and perhaps once the evening has come, I may shed a tear or two in the oasis" Qenna would arrive at the quarters and snapped her fingers again loudly as time resumed and she began to organize the servants for the feast's preparations.
- Seen 99 Times • Page 2 of 5 • 1, 2, 3, 4, 5