The Provinces Of Eonalith

[The Zealot (Sir_Wyvernos) 248]

The City of Exilcar

The City of Exilcar was run by Deragoth Atrutus the wicked. In the earliest ages, Great King Eorniir Atrutus reluctantly chose Deragoth to rule over a province of Eonalith. Deragoth was mesmerized by the dark magic of the northern mages. They amazed him and he was drawn in by the power they held. He commanded that they teach him in the arts, but they refused. Of course with rage he then commanded that they be killed, but they pleaded that if they were to die the ability would die out then and there. He heeded their words and tried to offer them power and money but nothing appeased them. He finally cried out with rage once more, “What then?! What doth ye need for me to be taught?! I have offered all in my kingdom but my life and yet ye hold back that of which I seek!” The mages whispered amongst themselves until finally one turned to the arrogant king with a grin. “There may be something ye can do for us…” The mages and the dark king discussed this “something” that would be done. No more than a few weeks later after the king had not been seen, he emerged armored from head to toe in thick iron and gold. He readied many troops and he declared that war was on the horizon. The walls were shut and many were moved into the city. The crowds tried to manage their lives within the city walls. More and more youth took the call to arms and joined the militia of King Deragoth. Their numbers were said to be three times that of the city itself. Once the men joined the militia they were not seen after a few years of service. Rumors moved through the city streets about the mages and the king. No man dared to speak of it in public and the guards would take care of anyone who dared to do so. Tales of war and the soldiers came back to the city. It was said that they were fighting against ancient magic and terrible evils. It was said that the guards were sworn to a life of service to the king. People all had their own ideas of how the battles were waged, but no true tales were told. The city grew quiet. Time had spurred their curiosity and finally they spoke. Tales that the sorcerers wished for the souls of all the kings’ men spread like a wild fire. The King didn't care for the lives of the guards so he commanded them all to make a blood seal to the sorcerers. They bound the blood to a blade that the king bared. The king commanded the army against their will but he still sought immortality. So they bound his soul to his blade and he stayed there growing old and yet still persisting, rusting and yet moving, collecting dust and yet still crying out through the ruins of his castle. His blade was lost once the sorcerers fought for it. It was said to be hidden in the north somewhere.

[HuskyPuppy 255]

I like :3

[Knox213 10]

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