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[The Age of Dragons] Undone, Unmade, The Sun

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A celebration was underway from a once desperate mother. Bottled sunlight is torn down from above, allowing them to clatter now uselessly to the floor. The Hyspian woman had turned, scooping up her boys and gathering them close - as she brought her children out beneath the Hyspian sun. It would be the first they truly felt the warmth that would cast over them - and worry fading away instead for joy, as she took in her sweet boys faces.

 

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The fussy cries of a young girl born on the day of the Blood Moon would peter out. Little fingers would extend outwards, head tipping back as light blinded her eyes. She'd close them, darkness coming once more but bits of light peeking past closed eyelids. Opened once more and . . She took in the beauty of the sun for the first time and found she enjoyed the golden rays from above.

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Meanwhile, a millennium before during a heated exchange between the Daemon Dragur and the Aengul Xan. 

Dragur: [Xan is trying to sell his Spaceship] I'm looking for something for my Archdragaar.

Xan: Your son.

Dragur: Yeah. You know, safe, slow ship. Good starter vehicle. His wings aren't developed yet.

Xan: ... Starter ship.


Dragur: That's right.


Xan: Mm. I have contained my rage for as long as possible, but I shall unleash my fury upon you like the crashing of a thousand waves! Begone, vile Daemon! Begone from me! A starter ship!? This ship is a grand design! A transporter of gods! The Golden God! I am untethered, and my rage knows no bounds!

[Dragur is bisected and scattered as several crystalline gems on Project X. He is never freed.]

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Wrought with marks of the Titan shackled around her neck like a collar, Nimue's visage tilted up to the dull and strange sun. What a horrible sight this was - only further a bitter reminder of what was lost to herself and the people of the realm, and how swiftly the world will forget and move on. 

 

No matter. As is the way of the Lord. She thought to herself, lamenting quietly as the woman's eyes lingered still upon the bloodied moon that soon slipped away out of view. You serve or you don't. He cared for little else.

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As the sun returned to the land, Cerrick of Khamees felt an emptiness. Where once the radiant rays of the star had shone, he felt no pureness to the beams that shone across the land, as though the very soul had been taken from the Light. The clouds of chaos had parted, yet they still loomed over the lands.  The once-Paladin retreated to his study, the walls being covered in parchment with inscriptions of Flexio. Yet one word would stand out among the rest, 

 

Order.

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Somewhere, in a small village nestled into the wide plains of the heartlands, an aged face cracked with a wrinkled smile. Finally, that dreaded blot on the sky had been humbled.

Mariano began to laugh, his comrades avenged.

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At the same time, Ser Alteon Gwynadar smiled. Coincidence? Delusion? Regardless, the Knight of the Realm claimed this to be his doing. From pure aura and happiness alone, he made the sun appear.

 

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Somewhere within the Norowareta Mori Gael witnessed the solar spectacle. A singular conclusion escaped his silence.

 

"The sun of the Pretender is no sun."

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Upon the walls of a keep Farah had been staring up at the eclipsed sky whilst in conversation with an old friend.
"I intend to continue serving, with or without the gifts of order. For that is my duty." The words had left her mouth not even a minute before the skies shifted and the light pierced through. She turned to her friend, "Whatever is to come, I will be ready to face it... without fear." she wrapped up the conversation as she parted to the roads again. The fallen knight glanced down to a glowing blade at her side, ready to embark with a single purpose. A mission she would carry to her very grave... Protection.


 

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2 minutes ago, Spoopy_Duck said:

Upon the walls of a keep Farah had been staring up at the eclipsed sky whilst in conversation with an old friend.
"I intend to continue serving, with or without the gifts of order. For that is my duty." The words had left her mouth not even a minute before the skies shifted and the light pierced through. She turned to her friend, "Whatever is to come, I will be ready to face it... without fear." she wrapped up the conversation as she parted to the roads again. The fallen knight glanced down to a glowing blade at her side, ready to embark with a single purpose. A mission she would carry to her very grave... Protection.


 

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The old knight watches his friend set off again, in another life perhaps he too would have fought along side her and her order but in this life he would have to stand next to her in the battles to come, while inert he still carried the longsword he had been gifted as a sign of his support, Artel would fight if asked as always. once Farah had left his sight he turns back towards the sun "unwavering under the sun"

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Aurelia's visage shifted upwards from her knelt position in front of the altar within the Cathedral of the Four Exalted, Her prayer seems to have been heard within this moment as she had been praying to the lord as the sun returned. But even that it should have filled her with more hope - it was absent. As she slowly pulled herself from the altar up from it, Her right hand placed around her treasured rosary.
 

"The sun will rise again, and once it truly does, we will ensure it does not set once more."
 

She murmurs slowly to herself at that moment as she turns from the church, heading north once more.

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In the dark passageways darting between buildings of Balian, and then Haense and finally settling upon Aaun. A Heretical Devotee, donning the perhaps-false name of Aspen, cackled. He looked upward, red ink dripping from his fingers and staining cobbles as light began to creak through hanging clothes and window planters. The sight of light, which he had not seen in two Draconic weeks, a long time. He kept looking, the more intense it got - singeing his eyeballs red - it only fuelled his laughter more.

 

The red-robed heretic stumbled out into the street. His crowd was invisible, yet he shouted all the same. "Don't you see?!" The man wheezed, his raspy voice dragging along the brickwork. "The Red Sun hath given you all mercy! His grasp eases for now... Hark! He will return, and those not under his wings will not be the ones to rise from the ashes which are left."

 

And with that, he stumbled off into the wilderness. He threw himself against a rock and let out a vigorous cough, revealing talons scratching upward on the rock's surface in defence. 

 

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A smile spreads across the scarred face of a druid emerging from her burrowed home, rays of sunshine streaming in through open windows. "She breathes life into our mornings once more..." 

 

A man of taller stature and porcelain complexion breathes a quiet sigh, reaching for a parasol previously untouched for nearly two years before exiting his home in the countryside.

 

"Brillante?!"  Exclaims a baffled dame, throwing the covers of her bed over her head as abrasive sunlight rudely interrupts such a pleasant moonlit nap. That perpetual night will be sorely missed by the likes of her. 

 

 

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High within the Vortice Karsts. Lenora was being pitched an idea. She took it no more as coincidence as her eyes adjusted to the red hued sunlight that now shone throughout the lands.
 



Within the Kingdom of Balian, Ornella had been reading a book by candle light in her room. Eventually she finished reading, pushing her door open only to be met with sunlight. The beams making her snow-white hair look pink "It's back?" she asked aloud. The air around her still, though she could hear the restless waves from her abode. "It's back!" she exclaimed in joy for she no longer had to carry a light source.
 



Rosethorn housed a girl of the age of nine who had been playing with wooden blacks under her Mother's care "Haulen. Look!" Evangeline held a red-orange circle in front of a black one. Moments later the eclipse took place, almost as if the world needed time to bend to her will. Clearly the girl made it happen!
 



In the lands of Hyspia, a Princess was born. Her entrance was graced by the sun and the end of the eclipse. The new-born baby having been swaddled in lavish Hyspian silks as she slept in her mother's arms. Celebration sounded outside, for the Sun was born this day.
 

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Rosethorn housed a girl of the age of nine who had been playing with wooden blacks under her Mother's care "Haulen. Look!" Evangeline held a red-orange circle in front of a black one. Moments later the eclipse took place, almost as if the world needed time to bend to her will. Clearly the girl made it happen!
 


 

 

Seraphina would be watching her daughter a passive expression on her face, eyeing the the child lift up the blocks. Then as the eclipse settles not moments after she stares at Evangeline. "W...what?"

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A newly invigorated elder steps out into the new light, his skin grateful for its subtle reprieve against the intensity of the old. His days would never again be as they once were.

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