The Beginning of Our End

[Elindor 666]

Dark clouds on the horizon and thunder booming in the distance. A great storm approaches this night as I leave the deserts of Krugmar and travel along the King’s Road. But tonight my journey is delayed, and indeed made redundant, as a new structure catches my eye. Beneath the towers of Aemon and Daemon where once was little more than an abandoned mess, lay a stone brick covered in moss. I stop on the bridge to collect my thoughts when with no explanation the earth around me begins to shake. Dirt rises from the earth and spills to the ground as a dome structure of stone brick rises from the very earth before my own eyes.

The storm draws closer, the skies open and rain pours from above, washing the dirt from the smooth stone structure. I clamber down the cliff face and tentatively edge towards the dome. The formations of stone are clearly visible now and there is no doubting my imaginative fears. It is an eye of Iblees.

Lightning crashes much nearer this time. I spin around to see a small patch of burnt ground where the weather’s force was made manifest. Turning slowly back towards the structure a shadow stretches along the ground from the ruin’s glowstone lights. A figure of a cloaked man. I peer through the now pelting rain, attempting to discern his face from the shadows, but a face does not appear. He seems dazed, as if pulled up from the depths of the ocean. Drawing closer the figure stares back at me and I can see that his robes are brown with an ornate gold trimming. About his neck is a heavy golden pendant of a skull that hangs upside down, a skull that also adorns the back of his cloak. He opens his mouth wide, his face somehow discernable amidst the darkness that radiates from his skin. The sound that comes forth, not a roar, not a banshee cry, not even a threat upon my life, but a yawn. He asks me what year it is, to which I check my notepad and inform him that it is a day from the beginning of 1336. He stretches his arms and clicks his neck while pondering the passing of years. “Five thousand five hundred thirty five years that I have slumbered then.” I stand with mouth agape, water running down my hair and into my mouth. Countless thoughts barraged my head, yet amidst the battering storm, the hellish relic around me and the ageless incarnation of a man was an overwhelming sense of peace. I open my mouth with the most logical question my mind can assemble. “To have slept for that long you must have had good reason to enter sleep, or simply a greater reason to awake." He looks around me, as though analyzing the world of Aegis, then stares up at the sky, smiling at the horrific weather. “I have awoken to usher in the perfect storm. This night seemed too good to go amiss.”

In the time we spoke the storm’s rage found its peak, eventually giving way to the stillness of night as the clouds parted to the awaiting stars. He spoke of things that one would never have considered; of ending the imbalance of our world, bringing the constant feud of light and dark to be void, a final hour for a world still so young. The gaze of his fiery eyes was so determined but strangely distant. He walked up to within a hand-length of my face and glared into my eyes. An insatiable burning from within my heart almost crippled me with pain, yet I stood as calmly as I could, staring back at the face with no features but darkness. With words that I had believed in but had desperately hoped were true he declared, “You have not the corruption within you.” Instantly I was released from the burning pain and the intensity of his stare dissipated.

I would not have trusted the crumbling dimly lit staircase alone, but he lead me down inside the ruins below. My senses grew numb and my mind was hazed as I read the words of the hypnotic prophecies upon the ruins’ walls. None of it made sense, none of it could be true, yet here stood the first requirement of the prophecy materialised. He explained that the coming destruction was not of himself but that another was destined to embrace his own darkness. He seeks the one whom the wall’s prophecy speaks of: born of shadow with eyes of blood. When the two of them be brought together the foundations of Aegis will tremble and the Seven Skies will quake. All of it will become meaningless, lost to the destruction.

As the air grows colder with the shifting winds and the night’s silence rings deafening in the ears of the innocent, he leads me up the stone stairwell and back out to the world. But it has changed. The once sparkling lake is dark and faded, trees that once danced in the wind weep for their sorrow, the grass is brittle and brown. Aegis’ beauty now means nothing. Its’ inhabitants are but empty vessels. Light and dark have lost their power and all will eventually fall away. The answer is this Orc born of shadow with eyes of blood. Our destiny is weighed in their hands whether they becomes maker on unmaker. Our future is in what they will become, and this man bathed in darkness will bring it to fruition.

This night awakes the perfect storm. This night begins our impending end. This night I met The Herald of Destruction.

[Arkelos 1027]

((It was Five thousand five hundred thirty five years. This character brings word of Destruction at the call of the army of Iblees, and only then will he leave his ruins to warn the Descendant races that their time is coming. Mainly to separate the job from vardak, and give the Herald a more foreboding feeling when you talk to him, rather then hearing it from a crazed cannibal Orc.))

[Sagwort 833]

Here is what I wrote down from the depths of the ruins

Born od shadow, flames searing his skin his eyes unknown of satisfied blood lust in all of his chaos, will he finally be able to choose if two are to become one, in his heart and mind, a rebirth the lone swordsman raises his banner, the people will unite under his flag or a the kings and queens of the world will perish, no soul will ever been seen the living corpse will feast on all. When the brothers children spill their own blood when the iron crown sits at a living corpses head, Aegis will fall into darkness the skies will darken, all that will remain is death the herald of destruction call praise the seven skies will shake and the pillars of Aegis will rumble under the one born of shadow, with eyes of blood

Written in the words of Prophet Gregory 218

[Elindor 666]

As I was shown, the prophecy begins on the other wall.

When the brothers children spill their own blood

when the iron crown sits upon a living corpses head,

Aegis will fall into darkness the skies will darken,

all that will remain is death

The herald of destruction calls his praise

the seven skies will shake

and the pillars of Aegis will crumble

under the one born of shadow, with eyes of blood

Born of shadow, flames searing his skin

his eyes unknown of satisfied bloodlust

in all of his chaos, will he finally be able to choose

if two are to become one, in heart and mind, a rebirth

the lone swordsman raises his banner,

the people will unite under his flag

or the kings and queens of the world will perish,

no soul will ever been seen

The living corpse will feast on all.

[Elindor 666]

We are too late. The Herald of Destruction brought the one in the prophecy to the ruins. Vardak. Iblees himself came forth from the lava in the inner temple. Vardak's transformation is complete. He holds the axe or Ar'Kelos and with it a great power. Prepare yourselves for your end Aegis. It will not be long now.

[Sagwort 833]

[[it was hard to tell where it started :P]]

[CloakandDagger 134]

[[Finally i was wandering when all this would occur]]

All can not be lost who is the lone swordsman that the propchecy speaks of?

[argonian 14254]

((I never expected anything like this to end Aegis and prepare us for the new map. Sounds interesting.))

A lone swordsman? There are tons of them, how can we know who it will be?

[Arkelos 1027]

-gently grips the Axe in his hand, diamonds adorning where the wooden edge laid, his eyes wondering as he looked at the world, his Black skin looking around as his axe pulses at him, the new found power in him rising, swelling as he chants darkly. His eyes glow a blood red, blood staining the socket as he glares upon the citizens of Aegis-

The day of Reckoning comes when the blood washed moon beckons the children of darkness to sweep the land with flames of unholy taint, the blistering land will rot and the land will weep. The darkness I have seen is not that of true evil, but of the Void gazing back at me as I ask myself questions.

I see only death and destruction in the wake of my empowerment.

Aegis begins to crumble.

[Lirinya 4036]

[[i like how this is written but the ruins are not currently linked with any events as such ;) more for enjoyment. However I love how people are interpreting them!]]

[Arkelos 1027]

((Just to back Liri's statement, this is not the end of the word, but I'd like to keep the Axe of Ar'kelos as a symbolic weapon from the ruins, it's a symbol of power and chaos, used for special kills that Vardak might or might not do, this is not the end of the world event, The Herald was mainly someone to go warn the Nation leaders ICly that their time is coming, that they should run and hide, they wouldn't know when or where the undead would strike, but that they would come sooner or later.))

((I'll restate this, this is not the end of the world, I love your posts though Elindor, and I want you to write for me sometime.))

[Elindor 666]

((Thanks. I am not very confident in my story writing because I am used to writing screenplays and I find them much easier. I wasn't sure if this was any good or just me rambling through 5minutes worth of rolpeplay))

((And no, it isn't the end of the world, it is only the beginning of the approaching void))

[steelersfan1221 300]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.