Mortal Stories

Storyteller

"When I was a child there were many stories about a man consumed by his own demons building an army out of a rag-tag group called the Magykers. This man took his army and fought the forces of evil, and the vampires that fed upon this land. He was also a vampire, but not one you would expect. This man was a valiant one, full of kindness and faith for Faux, a righteous god of good. He created this army a very long time ago, when I was a mere boy, at the young age of 7. He helped me one night, as I was lost from my mother, and being attacked by a wolf. Suddenly out of nowhere a man wielding a blade larger then I fell from the sky upon the wolf. He slashed and fought, his eyes glowed red in the ever consuming darkness as he cleanly cut the wolf's head from it's shoulders. I looked upon him with fear and he probably sensed it as I was shaking, however he told me not to fear, and I would be safe now. I did not understand him, as I was a mere elven child, and I did not know the common tongue then. I felt good from hearing his voice, so I followed after him, and soon he led me to my mother. My mother gave the man one of our elven rings that we make from ivy, and he bid us farewell. I had not spoke with the man since, but I knew that he had always been watching out on me, by the flush of a black robe when I turn around in the forest to check if someone was following me. I had always had faith in that man in the black robes, consumed by the sides of good and evil. He was pressured always, being pushed to fall into the ranks of evil, or to shine in that of good. He carried with him always a locket of Jehane, a staff of Faux, and a symbol of Tatianna, as if to show that he wasn't to be pressured by boundaries of faith and such nonsense as the belief of monothiesm. He walked with all of the gods as he knew most through conversation, as did many of those who journeyed with him. He carried with him the blade Masamune, said to be intelligent, and a dagger, created by Faux especially for him. He carried it with pride, as you could see in his eyes when he looked upon it. He had become the leader of the Magyker Clan through trial and error in Faux's test. But he never lost faith in his deity, he had with him friends, who were to be written about in legends and tales. Lacar the Pure, most commonly known for his unrelenting trust in the man who was known as Terek Solesti. Calinath of the Blade, who was told to be one with the creatures of the forest, and had been friends with Lacar since childhood. These three were the generals of the army of goodness, along with Night, the leader of Clan Darkstone, and a knight named Sturm, who had fell into legend as being the victor of many famous battles. Among which was the battle on the Kettin Moors where he fought the enemy himself, with his own blade. Indeed, this land was torn apart by the religious war now known as the War of the Chosen, as most people today believe the generals of each army were chosen by the gods to lead. The army of evil was led by a man named Magus, who had once been friends with Terek. Along Magus' side was many different vampires, mages, and dark knights. However, the army of good had ripped through their enemies with relentlessness, killing many however losing many as well. The final battle was in a town known as Windy Bluff, where the soldiers flooded the streets and the magicks rained down upon the homes and the people fighting in the town. Most of Windy Bluff was sadly destroyed, leaving only the lair of Seluctruh unscathed. The army of good fought into the lair, pushing the remaining soldiers of darkness deep into a vampire's den where they would not be able to escape. However, in the midst of the evil in the lair of the dark god, the mages of the black cloth grew more powerful, as if infused with Seluctruh's power! They cast magic to block the entry of the army of purity, leaving whoever to pass lose their mind, and become slaves to the dark god. The army of Tatianna retreated, and Terek was faced with a decision. He decided to set fire to the lair by tempting the mages to let down the shields so he could surrender. I was in his command, as I was a captain in the army of light, and the last thing I had seen before I left the army was the explosion rocking the town of Windy Bluff, and the fire which lit up what was left of the Lair of Seluctruh. Calinath and Lacar searched the ruins of the lair for any sign of Terek, but alas, there was nothing to be found. Evil soon came back, however more strong, as Seluctruh had created a larger army of vampire knights and mages who flooded the country-side, and took over the towns. A man called Tzimis now rules the land from his castle outside of the port city of Shagrim, however the story of Terek Solesti and his army always sparks fire in the revolution today, and forever." The old elf looked at his young apprentice as he sat upon a chair. The apprentice was much like the old man in his youth, which made the old man laugh, because he could remember how it was to be such a hard headed youth. He indeed missed the days when he was fighting in the army. Those seven long years of war which held the land in a death grip. The old elf stood, nodded at his apprentice and said, "If you listened to a word I've said then you will know what to think about the rebellion, young one. Now, go study your books, and remember, a good cleric is one that is wise, and thoughtful. After all, once I was Lacar the Pure's apprentice, and he taught me well." The apprentice nodded, as if sparked by the idea he could be as good a cleric as Lacar, whom he had heard so many legends about, and ran into the room which contained the books. The old man laughed and went to his chambers to fall asleep.

 

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