Ztrog

epic

The young man marching in the ranks of the army did not stand out, the sound of the clacking and clicking of steel plate was drowned out in the heavy downpour of rain. The sky was dark as the legion of men marched onward towards the battle that awaited them. The young man would look among his fellow soldiers, many older and more experienced than him. A hand would land on his shoulder, his gaze now averted behind him. An older soldier would smiled at him as they kept on marching through the mud. “Garret, you have fought bravely for our home you make me proud. Your mother would have be so happy to see what a strong and brave young man you have become.” Garret returned the smile to the older soldier. “Thank you father I try my best, but I’m going to do my best to fight even better.” he spoke with a grin. His father patted his shoulder, returning his eyes back in front of him. The formation of the legion held as the soldier has come to a halt, now facing the enemy. “ATTACK!” The orders of their commanding officer pierced through the sound of heavy rain fall like a dagger into flesh. Garret ran forward, falling into formation with his squadron of five fellow soldiers. They proceeded to engage the enemy, the sounds of steel hitting steel, the sound of men yelling and shouting thundered across the entire battlefield. Garret ran forward fast as his plate armor would allow him, bastard sword in hand. His squad entered the deadly dance of death many would enter within times of war. In flashes of steel Garret locked blades with the enemy. After clashing blades after mere moments the interaction would be over, only for it to begin once again as the game of war often was played. Garret now eager to seek glory, sprinted ahead of the rest of his squad to search for stragglers. “Garret don’t run off, you’ll get yourself killed!” his father’s words were drowned out over the sound of battle, like a wave crashing down in the tide. The hot headed soldier ran onward, his sabatons pounding into the mud and blood of the battlefield. He halted, before him a group of enemy soldiers had mobilized on him. Without hesitation they started their offensive on the young man, he parried and blocked several blows. Some attacks glancing off the plate of his armor, the heavy blade in his hand started to waver in his hand from his exhaustion of the onslaught. A faster soldier then jumped at Garret, in an upwards motion the steel of a short sword caught the vision of his right eye as it got a fast, clean slash on him. He yelled in pain, dropping his sword and falling to his knees holding his hand to his eye. He could feel the warm feeling of blood drip past the chinks in his gauntlet as it dribbled down his arm. His attacker raised his sword making a lunge to finish off the injured soldier. “No!” The familiar voice of his father rang out. Garret would look up in horror, his father has jumped in front of his attack, their blade sinking past his light armor into his flesh. “F-father!” Garret would cry out watching his father fall to the ground. The rest of his squad quickly rushed in afterward engaging the enemy. Garret crawled over and held up his father the best he could. Blood and tears streamed down his cheeks as he looked down at him. “D-dad please stay with me, t-there has to be a medic around here somewhere.” he choked out as he held his father's hand. His father coughed up blood and made a weak smile, reaching up and patted Garret’s cheek. “Garret know that I will always love yo..” he trailed off, his injury too great, his hand would go limp in Garret’s grasp. “No! Dad speak to me, Dad!” He cried, holding his father close as he began to sob, blood and tears staining his cheeks. “It’s my fault, all my fault!” he would yell, the only answer he received was the sound of heavy downpour and the sound of ceaseless battle.

Origin/Background Origin/Background There are many Aengudaemons in the world, some are known, many are unknown. One of these unknown Aengudaemons is Vicindis, the daemon of Ash and Rebirth. Daemons have been around the world for so long that many cannot even count the years. Vicindis first came to being from ash itself within a domain within the hellscape known as the Smoldering Abyss. Not long after his birth, his immortal gaze was drawn to the mortal realm of man. The putrid smell of corruption heavy within the ones who sat above their fellow kin. The nobility, the ones who controlled their brethren. Watching them as they send their soldiers off to die in battle they would not fight in themselves. Vicindis chose the form of a falcon that was set ablaze by the sin of humanity he could feel from his sub domain in the nether. His intentions unclear he would bring new life from the ashes. This would be the beginning of raising the souls from the ash of the fallen, taking them into his domain of the Smoldering Abyss. Realm The realm of Vicindis is not for the faint of heart, it is a domain within the Smoldering Abyss, festering with souls set aflame serving their master. This realm is called the Ashen Lands, where lost souls are taken by Vicindis to gain relief. The land stretches far with soil made of the ash and flames burning high. Volcanoes darting across the lands, the smoldering smoke blotting out the hellish sky above. It is a limbo for miles upon miles until you reach the Nest of Cinders. Souls brought into the Ashen Lands shall receive new life from the Nest, where Vicindis resides watching the mortal realm. Following With the state of Vicindis being a daemon of Ash and Rebirth he has had a following before, but none has been greater to him than The Order of the Blazing Falcon. This order was destroyed multiple times but has rose from the ashes beginning anew like that of the souls taken by Vicindis. One chosen by the Daemon of Ash and Rebirth to be his prophet is the All-Father. The All-Father will lead the order into the direction that Vincindis wishes. For faithful service through praise and sacrifice of souls to Vicindis will be given boons through a ritual. They will be given immunity or high resistance to flames while having the body heat like that of a reptile. Having a severe weakness to the cold, and the risk of even being killed if not kept in the warmth. The other boon one may gain through a ritual is to gain the eyesight of the falcon. They will gain improved eyesight like that of a bird of prey. At the downfall of not being able to see close to them without blurry vision, and have orange glowing eyes. For only the most faithful to him, through much sacrifice will Vicindis allow a mortal a direct connection to his magic Present Day Vicindis still keeps to The Ashen Lands, while using illusionary images to speak to his followers. Using his All-Father to progress his plans to bring more souls into his subdomain inside the nether. He watches the progress of his followers closely to ensure they stay true to the path he has set before them. As they continue to sacrifice and gain more followers in his name he slowly gains more power. He waits for the day he can gain enough power, for now, he simply watches. Purpose The purpose of Vicindis is bringing the idea of rebirth in things on a bigger scale, I have no seen many things to show that within LOTC. I think this will be a good addition to the lore that other people can feel free to use. It is something I don't believe I have seen within the lore of LOTC, the idea of rebirth after death in one's soul has not been used before. I think it can also be a great source for future events because of the Ashen Lands as well.

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