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Pathier

by Zeffon

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1.
Low 02:42
////// From Dränsilane's Disynxiym: The story begins in a time not too far from here with a traveling company dedicated to enriching the world with its medical expertise. However, even a person (or in this case, a group) with the best of intentions can be snared into traps of greed and obsession, as one of their the company's members was soon to realize. His story starts with a society that is meant to be a sort of icon for the world to adore, a light in the dark for those who need it. It is the Kingdom of Lavu. In this kingdom, there are many different types of people who come together in a large melting pot of cultures. This particular kingdom was ruled by a group called the Windy Summit, consisting of nine individual members. The significance that the individuals of Lavu carried was indisputable; they followed their leaders like sheep. However, this was not the case elsewhere. In another faraway land, there lived a boy named Roanin. He was a shy individual, and mostly incapable of making friends with his peers. He hated the government that ruled the lands that he played in, especially because of the Terror, the Royal Family’s secret police unit. They loved to not only make a mockery of those who chose to stand up to the Royal Family, but assassinate lowly individuals just for the sport of it. Of course, accusations that the secret police committed such crimes wouldn’t ever make it to a court. Meanwhile, as the sun passed, Roanin gazed upon himself on the surface of the water. Today had been a long day. Ever since his father's mysterious disappearance, Roanin and his stepmother could not afford to keep the farm that they had loved and held so dear. Roanin tried to make the best of it, though. ////// From Earth Book I: When the Forest become silent, Then you can hear the screams. The screams of the Dwellers. But the children of Unkardia, The children of the Creator, Know not of the Dwellers themselves. For they are not demons that are born of the dimensional rift. Many Unkardians believe this. And thus it is that they record it. They write in their books of old. As if they know everything about the universe. This is not true. They know nothing of the gods. When the Forest become silent, Then you can hear the screams. The screams of the Dwellers. But the children of Unkardia, The children of the Creator, Know not of the Dwellers themselves. For they know nothing of the gods. The Dwellers themselves, The lost souls that were harvested, Were the components of the Magot Tower, The Tower that exists on the island of Exeräise. They were chopped limb from limb by the evil tyrant. The tyrant that ruled over Exeräise. He was a despot of two kingdoms. He was Dränsilane. Dränsilane, the king of the dead, Is neither dead nor living. He exists merely to aid the civilized, The righteous, the lovely, the faithful, To make sure they fall into not darkness, But of shadow, For it is here the realm of the dead lies. His horse, once the prized stallion of Ryanuagah The blighted king Unkardia refers to as Ryan, Is the absolute deathbringer of the world that exists here and elsewhere. The true nature of the stallion is unknown, But many say it rivals the Sun in majesty of darkness. Though it is of darkness that is the stallion. And not the shadows. Low, low in the realms of shadows, Lies the king himself, a prisoner of the Frogplain. The Frogplain is pandemonium, And not serene as one may believe. In the Frogplain lies not frogs, but devilish creatures that Creator himself, He did not create. The waters are murky and black like sludge, There is no light. The Sun has no realms with the Earth. And thus it cannot traverse the Frogplain. The Frogplain, below Hell, Is the devilish creation of Ryanuagah For after he lost his stallion, His fingers began to smell of decaying flesh. And he began to rot. First his extremities, Then his limbs, And as he had been healthy a year before, A year later, he had lost his arms to bodily decay. The stench of his body caused many to avoid him, Even his doctors refused to treat the blighted king. Before he passed, he created the Frogplain, So that his descendant may seek revenge against those who oppressed Ryanuagah. His eyes milky white, His skin muddy brown and shriveled, King Ryanuagh collapsed and was left to rot in his throne, For no individual would move him. The throne room was walled up, And it became his crypt. It was when Dränsilane became king, That Ryanuagah, his long lost ancestor, Contacted him through Dränsilane’s persistent visions, And told him to seek out the Plain that no eye could see. It was beyond Hell that this realm was, And thus, it was the mission of Dränsilane to be bound for it in death. The realm could not be accessed through normal death, said the voice of Ryanuagah, But through ancient rituals and sacrifice. So much did Dränsilane believe this, That he sacrificed friends and family, Even his brother, Even his sister, So that his descendant may seek revenge against those who oppressed Ryanuagah. His eyes milky white, His skin muddy brown and shriveled, King Ryanuagh collapsed and was left to rot in his throne, For no individual would move him. The throne room was walled up, And it became his crypt. So that his descendant may seek revenge against those who oppressed Ryanuagah. His eyes milky white, His skin muddy brown and shriveled, King Ryanuagh collapsed and was left to rot in his throne, For no individual would move him. The throne room was walled up, And it became his crypt. The generations continued until Dränsilane’s third descendant, Still bloodthirsty and full of rage, Happened upon the entrance to Du Garma Canyon, And it was only the power of the light that had been forgotten, That stopped Dränsilane’s descendant from fully realizing the contents within. Dränsilane’s descendants died and died again, And began to rot. Dränsilane’s seventh descendant Norfell, The man born with one eye, He married Mathilda, And they had five children. The light returned to Unkardia briefly. And all was well. The town of Rasoe was successful, The town of Heretmedel was beautiful, And this lasted within the space of 50 long years, Norfell the one-eyed king, Had had a son named Emeroch, A boy with a third eye in the palm of his left hand. Unlike many, This eye was shut and there was no way to open it. The man Emeroch, The man with the third eye, Was the one who would bring about the era of light, And the knowledge within man. Light is a pathetic thing, For it never lasts long. It never lasts at all, With the darkness that binds it to do its bidding. And thus even in light is darkness, Since the world is light, There is darkness in the world. And thus darkness in the hearts of man, And darkness gives birth to insanity, And thus is the current condition of man.
2.
Pathier 02:31
////// From Dränsilane's Disynxiym: Roanin turned around and got back to what he was originally planning to do. After wading through a pond for hours, Roanin met the person he was looking for, or thing in this case. It was a black horse named Nightmare that often visited the forest next to his new residence. On top of that, according to Roanin, it could talk. No one else believed him, but he was certain of anything that he saw with his own two eyes. Nightmare approached and began to speak, just as Roanin had always known. "Need a lift?" Roanin climbed on top of his old friend and began to gallop through the coniferous forest. This wasn't any old ride though. It was one of his daily ventures to a place he called "Graghgorra". "How was your day?" Nightmare whinnied, then replied after stopping to catch his breath. "It was very typical. There wasn't a lot to see in this forest. I often look forward to these adventures I have with you." The ride continued, and Roanin did his best to stay attentive to his surroundings. There were several things to be aware of regarding the forest around Rasoe. There was the Terror of course, but Roanin knew that he was not afraid of those guys. He would rather live a life of freedom than cower beneath a table out of cowardice. Then there were the Mandras. The Mandras were little forest-dwelling people about the size of Roanin’s thumb. They were also dangerous for any sort of traveler who would be easily seduced by the songs that they whistled and played on their small ethnic instruments. The last thing was the most concerning to Roanin. Legend had it that a soldier made of clay, stone, and wood roamed the woods. Apparently, he was a fallen soldier from a place called The Beginning. He had been torn apart by a malevolent enemy and left to die. However, the ancient villagers of Rasoe gave him a new body made out of whatever was around their town. The soldier, discontent with his new appearance, left the town of Rasoe and began to kill whomever decided to show their face in the woods. It was just a legend, but the thought of it was a secret fear of Roanin’s. Despite their differences on the surface, the Royal Family and the Windy Summit had a lot in common. Although the Royal Family was brutal and ruthless on the outside, both governments shared this unfortunate trait. The Windy Summit just simply chose to distract the public if they decided to beat an obnoxious protester within an inch of his life. They would frame that terrible man as a menace to the long-lasting peace that had controlled the Kingdom of Lavu for a while. Thus, peace was the perfect excuse to kill, and no one would be the wiser. With the amount of “good” that the government was capable of producing and the overwhelming support that the public provided, it was little wonder why the Kingdom of Lavu was called a “pathier” society. To the Kingdom of Lavu, the term “pathier” was derived from the term “pathfinder”, and the Kingdom was meant to serve as an ideal society to inspire the masses. That was the tricky irony of their peaceful image. ////// From Earth Book I: Hidden in the world, Is the dark plain called the Frogplain. It contains neither hospitality, Nor hostility, But gives suffering, with no doubt. The Pathiers, or Pathfinders as the Unkardians like to call them, Were of a secret society that one cannot find unless completely without spirit. To make it to the Pathier town, you must be an empty shell, A mere husk, A carapace of your former self. The Pathiers, though kind, Want their village to remain untouched. Naturally, the Pathiers exist as an empty shell themselves. It is only through them that one can find the Frogplain. Pathiers find spirits, Usually the Dwellers, And journey beneath the core of the Earth, Beyond Hell, And find the Frogplain in the utter blackness. The Pathiers cannot travel into the Frogplain with a spirit within their bodies, And thus they deliver the souls to Hell, And then discard them and enter. The Frogplain, according to one Pathier, Is soundless and infinitely big, Not like space, Since space is finite, But with ability to see forever. Every once in a while, The moon rises in the Frogplain. It is this moon that sets a flat ray of light shining through the darkness, And sets the Lunar Plane, The Lunar Plane, the one that reality exists on, Is projected by this moon. There is no denying its importance to our existence, We must worship this moon as it is our moderator, Just as we have a Creator to create the law, We have the moon in the Frogplain that upholds that law. However, do not trust the moon above Du Garma Canyon, The moon above the Earth, For that moon is deceitful. Never trust it. Never trust it. The moon above the Earth, It determines the judgement of Sol, The dragon that is our Sun, The dragon that will arrive and blot out the sky with its wings, It is reflected in the Moon of the Earth. Do not be deceived by it however, For this moon does lie. It does not always foretell the prophecies of Sol, And gives false predictions. Know this as well, That the stallion of Ryanuaga, It gallops around the plains between Heretmedel and Rasoe, the mountain town. In the plains, Soldiers fight, Soldiers that exists only as the dead, As if they were still defending the masses against the malevolent Dränsilane, For they rebelled and made it their mission to destroy the king, And thus they were cursed, for eternity, By the blighted king himself. Many of them are headless, Others are missing limbs, But they continue to fight among each other, In an effort to rally their kin to fight the current king of Unkardia, Whomever that may be, They have succeeded only once, And they dispersed once the stallion arrived and destroyed the image of a quarter of their ranks, And since, they have no longer appeared among their comrades. They rallied to the cause to destroy Norfell, Seventh son of Dränsilane the First, And though Norfell was wounded, He was not killed.
3.
Delta 02:11
////// From Dränsilane's Disynxiym: The group of so-called “Pathiers” in the Windy Summit faced many hardships. One of the most prominent of these was the impression that they “liked” their job of holding the highest honors of Lavulese society, since being a member of the Windy Summit was like playing God. They would often attempt to dispel such these rumors, since they did not “like” their job at all. They LOVED their job. Of course, on their list of more realistic issues, they did have something that was bugging them. According to the stories that the Royal Family told, there was a way to find something called a “dimension”. A dimension, as the Windy Summit perceived, would allow the Lavulese to be the first to colonize a new world and reap the profits thereof. Although there were unclaimed lands that existed in the north, these lands would never provide adequate materials for building the empire that the Kingdom of Lavu envisioned. The north could wait. It was the prospect of a new dimension that was the obvious road to success. Thus, the Royal Family began their plan to obtain this technology for their classy, peace-loving friends in Lavu. A certain member of the Terror had informed his superiors of a very tall man with dark hair that hung to his shoulders that was spotted in the Crystal Forest. This man, according to the Terror member’s report could open something called a “rift”, which could lead to another dimension. This member, following the Windy Summit’s request, was immediately tasked with finding this long-haired man, but he would not be successful for a number of days. Meanwhile, Roanin continued to search for Graghgorra, the place that he sought following every day at his job. Nightmare began to look a bit uneasy, but quickly relaxed, and began to make conversation with the boy. "Did you have any sort of new revelations that occurred during your day at work?" Roanin thought briefly. There wasn't a lot to think about. "No..." "Well then, let's look for a rift, shall we?" Rifts were small portals that would allow Nightmare and Roanin to sneak through the fabric of space, as if passing through a window into a new world. No one knew about these rifts as far as Roanin was aware. In fact, he felt as though he was the only one who could see them. Knowing of Roanin’s keen ability would have been the subject of much loathing, had he lived across the sea. Despite the Kingdom of Lavu’s efforts to gain similar knowledge there would be a greater group of destructive minds that would crave for Lavu’s extinction. The Kingdom seemed naïve to a point of absurdity to these malevolent forces, and did not deserve to exist. Yet still, the Kingdom remained, as the forces of evil had no means of crushing what they despised, like a bad sore that eventually dies but leaves a nasty scar that will be there forever. The head of the Windy Summit was especially confident that once these “dimensions” were discovered, the Kingdom’s problems would be over. Unfortunately, the technology would be harder to obtain than this particular leader anticipated. ////// From Earth Book I: The ancient lands that Ryanuaga once moved about, They have fallen into decay, Not a typical, but a horrible stench-ridden rot, No one wants to live there, But yet they stay. They have business with the world beneath them, The Temple of Faces, The strange temple, The strange, malevolent temple, It sits and decays faster than anything on the surface of the Earth. There sits great evil on top of the deepest throne within the Temple, The Unknown Beast, which is the sum of the Eresymcaion and Muagarah. Each beast has their own respective bell, Be it light or dark. Eresymcaion the beast, not the god of light, Possesses the bell of Amma. Muagarah, the awful beast of darkness, Possesses the bell of Noor. The bell of Noor is a strange one, One that can set about the apocalypse if used incorrectly. Yet, there is light in the bell of Noor. The pure of heart. They are all locked within the bell. The pure of heart. They are all locked within the bell. Do not believe the tales of the Evil Bell of Noor, For they are false. Eventually, the Bell of Noor will rise, It will consume all of us, You can’t escape, you can’t escape, please, may I ask you all? Do not trust the moon above the Earth. The Bell of Noor, Forged a very long time ago, Possesses the power to destroy, but also the power to heal. It is responsible for the rot that consumes the Earth. But it is also responsible for the survival of the line of Ryanuaga, For he met the famous Archer Revenge before he was sealed in the castle, After he died, for 500 years his corpse was walled up in Castle Inejeheim, The location of the Unkardian throne. One day, a man had the audacity to open the wall, And a forest grew across the sea.
4.
514 02:15
////// From Dränsilane's Disynxiym: Of course, the Windy Summit wasn’t the only entity searching for dimensions. One day, a man was a cape and a dagger on his belt rode into Rasoe. He said he was looking for a small boy named Roanin. According to Roanin's father the town woodcarver, the day the man approached was the day Roanin was born. Roanin's father Rowland told the man that he had never heard of someone carrying that name. With that, the man and his horse exited Rasoe with the large wooden gates closing behind them. It was then that Rowland learned that his son had been born. Upon visiting his wife Opehla, Opehla mysteriously decided to name the baby boy the same name that the strange man had inquired about. Opehla had no knowledge of this strange encounter minutes before. Over time, as Roanin grew up, Opehla eventually got sick and died. Of course, Roanin had a stepmother that he respected greatly, he just wished that he could remember his real mom. What he could remember is that Rowland his father decided that he was not living up to the potential that he could be and left Rasoe for Ocsania. He hadn’t heard from him since. Roanin began to think intently about his father, which led him to think about disappearance in general, which then led to where his father may be. This was for no reason he could comprehend, other than that he had lost track of what he was doing. Soon, he imagined he was a fair aristocrat living in a faraway place. A celebration was held one day in order to commemorate the birth of a son for Leader No. 6 Kerragan Cathrop and his wife. Cheer filled the streets over the course of a day. As long as the people are jovial, there’s nothing to worry about, thought Kerragan. He could quite shake the idea that something was wrong, though. He kept feeling like there was something he needed to do. However, after pondering this mysterious action, he felt that it was unimportant. Today was the day of his son’s birth! Now was not the time to dwell on such things. With that he entered the chamber where his wife was. His newborn son cried out as she held him. “What do you suppose his name will be?” Kerragan was silent. He really had no idea. “I think I’ll name him Vari.” “What an interesting name,” thought Kerragan, “Hopefully he’ll grow up to be a strong young man!” Despite the joy that Kerragan felt, he couldn’t help but think back to his mission. Maybe the nature of the day’s events really had made him forget. “Kerragan, are you okay?” “Yes, Reve. I’m just a little tired…” Several guards rushed to Kerragan’s aid. Governor No. 6 was definitely ill. There was a strange sickness going around, one that left its victims unable to move until it had left for good. Kerragan looked around, tried to get up, but ended up nearly passing out cold on the floor. “Who’s that man…?” Kerragan mumbled. Kerragan was quickly carried to his bedchambers, with nurses and the like in his wake. Meanwhile, back in the land of the Royal Family, Roanin had also passed out for apparently no reason at all. Though miles apart, the two individuals shared a connection that was indisputable, for every time someone passed on in the land of the Royal Family, a corresponding person in the Kingdom of Lavu would react accordingly. This was unknown at the time, but still a malevolent power, had either of the two major governments been able to get a hold of it. ////// From Earth Book I: Echoes for Devourasevera. The bridge across the sea was complete. The two worlds were joined. By a bridge grown out of trees. The two worlds met. And all was well. A certain girl however, Came from the continent of Exeräise. She was given a name based on the place from where she came. And all was well. Trade continued for years. The people thrived and dealt in various wares. The man with four arms came. And set the bridge ablaze. His name was Tereban. He was the moderator of evil, But he also served another master. The master with the name Muagarah, He was the one that sent him. Soon, the sea dried up. It revealed a kingdom long lost forgotten. It was named Oasis in the old days, Its descendants were those who inhabited the isle to the north. The north was called Purity. For the north contained other worlds and expanded infinitely, But only for those who followed in pure. Echoes for Purity! Tereban continued about his way. And found the boy who was destined, Destined to carry the purity that was Unkardia. Tereban slew the boy. And Unkardia began to rot. The people of the town of Rasoe ran after Tereban, But the rains came as they pursed him across the ocean. Tereban, the four-armed giant, Was much quicker than the people. He managed to summon the Wind. The dead rose from the Earth. The floods came. Soon, the ocean became too deep for the pursuit. They returned to Rasoe. The Undead Angel was waiting. The Angel that was buried in the deepest town of Oasis, He had been disturbed by the drought of ocean, He slaughtered many. He flew to the top of the bell tower. Daring many to challenge him. However, by the end of the day, The townsfolk were lost. Only a few remained, isolated on a small island between Unkardia, And the island of Anne, where Tereban resided. And so, they set about building a new civilization. It was one that gave much tribute to the dead.

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////// From Dränsilane's Disynxiym:


i. Low

The story begins in a time not too far from here with a traveling company dedicated to enriching the world with its medical expertise. However, even a person (or in this case, a group) with the best of intentions can be snared into traps of greed and obsession, as one of their company's members was soon to realize. His story starts with a society that is meant to be a sort of icon for the world to adore, a light in the dark for those who need it. It is the Kingdom of Lavu. In this kingdom, there are many different types of people who come together in a large melting pot of cultures. This particular kingdom was ruled by a group called the Windy Summit, consisting of nine individual members. The significance that the individuals of Lavu carried was indisputable; they followed their leaders like sheep. However, this was not the case elsewhere. In another faraway land, there lived a boy named Roanin. He was a shy individual, and mostly incapable of making friends with his peers. He hated the government that ruled the lands that he played in, especially because of the Terror, the Royal Family’s secret police unit. They loved to not only make a mockery of those who chose to stand up to the Royal Family, but assassinate lowly individuals just for the sport of it. Of course, accusations that the secret police committed such crimes wouldn’t ever make it to a court. Meanwhile, as the sun passed, Roanin gazed upon himself on the surface of the water. Today had been a long day. Ever since his father's mysterious disappearance, Roanin and his stepmother could not afford to keep the farm that they had loved and held so dear. Roanin tried to make the best of it, though.

ii. Pathier

Roanin turned around and got back to what he was originally planning to do. After wading through a pond for hours, Roanin met the person he was looking for, or thing in this case. It was a black horse named Nightmare that often visited the forest next to his new residence. On top of that, according to Roanin, it could talk. No one else believed him, but he was certain of anything that he saw with his own two eyes. Nightmare approached and began to speak, just as Roanin had always known.

"Need a lift?"

Roanin climbed on top of his old friend and began to gallop through the coniferous forest. This wasn't any old ride though. It was one of his daily ventures to a place he called "Graghgorra".

"How was your day?"

Nightmare whinnied, then replied after stopping to catch his breath.

"It was very typical. There wasn't a lot to see in this forest. I often look forward to these adventures I have with you."

The ride continued, and Roanin did his best to stay attentive to his surroundings. There were several things to be aware of regarding the forest around Rasoe. There was the Terror of course, but Roanin knew that he was not afraid of those guys. He would rather live a life of freedom than cower beneath a table out of cowardice. Then there were the Mandras. The Mandras were little forest-dwelling people about the size of Roanin’s thumb. They were also dangerous for any sort of traveler who would be easily seduced by the songs that they whistled and played on their small ethnic instruments. The last thing was the most concerning to Roanin. Legend had it that a soldier made of clay, stone, and wood roamed the woods. Apparently, he was a fallen soldier from a place called The Beginning. He had been torn apart by a malevolent enemy and left to die. However, the ancient villagers of Rasoe gave him a new body made out of whatever was around their town. The soldier, discontent with his new appearance, left the town of Rasoe and began to kill whomever decided to show their face in the woods. It was just a legend, but the thought of it was a secret fear of Roanin’s. Despite their differences on the surface, the Royal Family and the Windy Summit had a lot in common. Although the Royal Family was brutal and ruthless on the outside, both governments shared this unfortunate trait. The Windy Summit just simply chose to distract the public if they decided to beat an obnoxious protester within an inch of his life. They would frame that terrible man as a menace to the long-lasting peace that had controlled the Kingdom of Lavu for a while. Thus, peace was the perfect excuse to kill, and no one would be the wiser. With the amount of “good” that the government was capable of producing and the overwhelming support that the public provided, it was little wonder why the Kingdom of Lavu was called a “pathier” society. To the Kingdom of Lavu, the term “pathier” was derived from the term “pathfinder”, and the Kingdom was meant to serve as an ideal society to inspire the masses. That was the tricky irony of their peaceful image.

iii. Delta

The group of so-called “Pathiers” in the Windy Summit faced many hardships. One of the most prominent of these was the impression that they “liked” their job of holding the highest honors of Lavulese society, since being a member of the Windy Summit was like playing God. They would often attempt to dispel such these rumors, since they did not “like” their job at all. They LOVED their job. Of course, on their list of more realistic issues, they did have something that was bugging them. According to the stories that the Royal Family told, there was a way to find something called a “dimension”. A dimension, as the Windy Summit perceived, would allow the Lavulese to be the first to colonize a new world and reap the profits thereof. Although there were unclaimed lands that existed in the north, these lands would never provide adequate materials for building the empire that the Kingdom of Lavu envisioned. The north could wait. It was the prospect of a new dimension that was the obvious road to success. Thus, the Royal Family began their plan to obtain this technology for their classy, peace-loving friends in Lavu. A certain member of the Terror had informed his superiors of a very tall man with dark hair that hung to his shoulders that was spotted in the Crystal Forest. This man, according to the Terror member’s report could open something called a “rift”, which could lead to another dimension. This member, following the Windy Summit’s request, was immediately tasked with finding this long-haired man, but he would not be successful for a number of days. Meanwhile, Roanin continued to search for Graghgorra, the place that he sought following every day at his job. Nightmare began to look a bit uneasy, but quickly relaxed, and began to make conversation with the boy.

"Did you have any sort of new revelations that occurred during your day at work?"

Roanin thought briefly. There wasn't a lot to think about.

"No..."

"Well then, let's look for a rift, shall we?"

Rifts were small portals that would allow Nightmare and Roanin to sneak through the fabric of space, as if passing through a window into a new world. No one knew about these rifts as far as Roanin was aware. In fact, he felt as though he was the only one who could see them. Knowing of Roanin’s keen ability would have been the subject of much loathing, had he lived across the sea. Despite the Kingdom of Lavu’s efforts to gain similar knowledge there would be a greater group of destructive minds that would crave for Lavu’s extinction. The Kingdom seemed naïve to a point of absurdity to these malevolent forces, and did not deserve to exist. Yet still, the Kingdom remained, as the forces of evil had no means of crushing what they despised, like a bad sore that eventually dies but leaves a nasty scar that will be there forever. The head of the Windy Summit was especially confident that once these “dimensions” were discovered, the Kingdom’s problems would be over. Unfortunately, the technology would be harder to obtain than this particular leader anticipated.

iv. 514

Of course, the Windy Summit wasn’t the only entity searching for dimensions. One day, a man was a cape and a dagger on his belt rode into Rasoe. He said he was looking for a small boy named Roanin. According to Roanin's father the town woodcarver, the day the man approached was the day Roanin was born. Roanin's father Rowland told the man that he had never heard of someone carrying that name. With that, the man and his horse exited Rasoe with the large wooden gates closing behind them. It was then that Rowland learned that his son had been born. Upon visiting his wife Opehla, Opehla mysteriously decided to name the baby boy the same name that the strange man had inquired about. Opehla had no knowledge of this strange encounter minutes before. Over time, as Roanin grew up, Opehla eventually got sick and died. Of course, Roanin had a stepmother that he respected greatly, he just wished that he could remember his real mom. What he could remember is that Rowland his father decided that he was not living up to the potential that he could be and left Rasoe for Ocsania. He hadn’t heard from him since. Roanin began to think intently about his father, which led him to think about disappearance in general, which then led to where his father may be. This was for no reason he could comprehend, other than that he had lost track of what he was doing. Soon, he imagined he was a fair aristocrat living in a faraway place. A celebration was held one day in order to commemorate the birth of a son for Leader No. 6 Kerragan Cathrop and his wife. Cheer filled the streets over the course of a day. As long as the people are jovial, there’s nothing to worry about, thought Kerragan. He could quite shake the idea that something was wrong, though. He kept feeling like there was something he needed to do. However, after pondering this mysterious action, he felt that it was unimportant. Today was the day of his son’s birth! Now was not the time to dwell on such things. With that he entered the chamber where his wife was. His newborn son cried out as she held him.

“What do you suppose his name will be?”

Kerragan was silent. He really had no idea.

“I think I’ll name him Vari.”

“What an interesting name,” thought Kerragan, “Hopefully he’ll grow up to be a strong young man!” Despite the joy that Kerragan felt, he couldn’t help but think back to his mission. Maybe the nature of the day’s events really had made him forget.

“Kerragan, are you okay?”

“Yes, Reve. I’m just a little tired…”

Several guards rushed to Kerragan’s aid. Governor No. 6 was definitely ill. There was a strange sickness going around, one that left its victims unable to move until it had left for good. Kerragan looked around, tried to get up, but ended up nearly passing out cold on the floor.

“Who’s that man…?” Kerragan mumbled.

Kerragan was quickly carried to his bedchambers, with nurses and the like in his wake. Meanwhile, back in the land of the Royal Family, Roanin had also passed out for apparently no reason at all. Though miles apart, the two individuals shared a connection that was indisputable, for every time someone passed on in the land of the Royal Family, a corresponding person in the Kingdom of Lavu would react accordingly. This was unknown at the time, but still a malevolent power, had either of the two major governments been able to get a hold of it.


////// From Earth Book I:


Low – Verse 2

When the Forest become silent,
Then you can hear the screams.
The screams of the Dwellers.
But the children of Unkardia,
The children of the Creator,
Know not of the Dwellers themselves.
For they are not demons that are born of the dimensional rift.
Many Unkardians believe this.
And thus it is that they record it.
They write in their books of old.
As if they know everything about the universe.
This is not true.
They know nothing of the gods.
When the Forest become silent,
Then you can hear the screams.
The screams of the Dwellers.
But the children of Unkardia,
The children of the Creator,
Know not of the Dwellers themselves.
For they know nothing of the gods.
The Dwellers themselves,
The lost souls that were harvested,
Were the components of the Magot Tower,
The Tower that exists on the island of Exeräise.
They were chopped limb from limb by the evil tyrant.
The tyrant that ruled over Exeräise.
He was a despot of two kingdoms.
He was Dränsilane.
Dränsilane, the king of the dead,
Is neither dead nor living.
He exists merely to aid the civilized,
The righteous, the lovely, the faithful,
To make sure they fall into not darkness,
But of shadow,
For it is here the realm of the dead lies.
His horse, once the prized stallion of Ryanuagah
The blighted king Unkardia refers to as Ryan,
Is the absolute deathbringer of the world that exists here and elsewhere.
The true nature of the stallion is unknown,
But many say it rivals the Sun in majesty of darkness.
Though it is of darkness that is the stallion.
And not the shadows.
Low, low in the realms of shadows,
Lies the king himself, a prisoner of the Frogplain.
The Frogplain is pandemonium,
And not serene as one may believe.
In the Frogplain lies not frogs, but devilish creatures that Creator himself,
He did not create.
The waters are murky and black like sludge,
There is no light.
The Sun has no realms with the Earth.
And thus it cannot traverse the Frogplain.
The Frogplain, below Hell,
Is the devilish creation of Ryanuagah
For after he lost his stallion,
His fingers began to smell of decaying flesh.
And he began to rot.
First his extremities,
Then his limbs,
And as he had been healthy a year before,
A year later, he had lost his arms to bodily decay.
The stench of his body caused many to avoid him,
Even his doctors refused to treat the blighted king.
Before he passed, he created the Frogplain,
So that his descendant may seek revenge against those who oppressed Ryanuagah.
His eyes milky white,
His skin muddy brown and shriveled,
King Ryanuagh collapsed and was left to rot in his throne,
For no individual would move him.
The throne room was walled up,
And it became his crypt.
It was when Dränsilane became king,
That Ryanuagah, his long lost ancestor,
Contacted him through Dränsilane’s persistent visions,
And told him to seek out the Plain that no eye could see.
It was beyond Hell that this realm was,
And thus, it was the mission of Dränsilane to be bound for it in death.
The realm could not be accessed through normal death, said the voice of Ryanuagah,
But through ancient rituals and sacrifice.
So much did Dränsilane believe this,
That he sacrificed friends and family,
Even his brother,
Even his sister,
So that his descendant may seek revenge against those who oppressed Ryanuagah.
His eyes milky white,
His skin muddy brown and shriveled,
King Ryanuagh collapsed and was left to rot in his throne,
For no individual would move him.
The throne room was walled up,
And it became his crypt.
So that his descendant may seek revenge against those who oppressed Ryanuagah.
His eyes milky white,
His skin muddy brown and shriveled,
King Ryanuagh collapsed and was left to rot in his throne,
For no individual would move him.
The throne room was walled up,
And it became his crypt.
The generations continued until Dränsilane’s third descendant,
Still bloodthirsty and full of rage,
Happened upon the entrance to Du Garma Canyon,
And it was only the power of the light that had been forgotten,
That stopped Dränsilane’s descendant from fully realizing the contents within.
Dränsilane’s descendants died and died again,
And began to rot.
Dränsilane’s seventh descendant Norfell,
The man born with one eye,
He married Mathilda,
And they had five children.
The light returned to Unkardia briefly.
And all was well.
The town of Rasoe was successful,
The town of Heretmedel was beautiful,
And this lasted within the space of 50 long years,
Norfell the one-eyed king,
Had had a son named Emeroch,
A boy with a third eye in the palm of his left hand.
Unlike many,
This eye was shut and there was no way to open it.
The man Emeroch,
The man with the third eye,
Was the one who would bring about the era of light,
And the knowledge within man.
Light is a pathetic thing,
For it never lasts long.
It never lasts at all,
With the darkness that binds it to do its bidding.
And thus even in light is darkness,
Since the world is light,
There is darkness in the world.
And thus darkness in the hearts of man,
And darkness gives birth to insanity,
And thus is the current condition of man.


Pathier – Verse 3

Hidden in the world,
Is the dark plain called the Frogplain.
It contains neither hospitality,
Nor hostility,
But gives suffering, with no doubt.
The Pathiers, or Pathfinders as the Unkardians like to call them,
Were of a secret society that one cannot find unless completely without spirit.
To make it to the Pathier town, you must be an empty shell,
A mere husk,
A carapace of your former self.
The Pathiers, though kind,
Want their village to remain untouched.
Naturally, the Pathiers exist as an empty shell themselves.
It is only through them that one can find the Frogplain.
Pathiers find spirits,
Usually the Dwellers,
And journey beneath the core of the Earth,
Beyond Hell,
And find the Frogplain in the utter blackness.
The Pathiers cannot travel into the Frogplain with a spirit within their bodies,
And thus they deliver the souls to Hell,
And then discard them and enter.
The Frogplain, according to one Pathier,
Is soundless and infinitely big,
Not like space,
Since space is finite,
But with ability to see forever.
Every once in a while,
The moon rises in the Frogplain.
It is this moon that sets a flat ray of light shining through the darkness,
And sets the Lunar Plane,
The Lunar Plane, the one that reality exists on,
Is projected by this moon.
There is no denying its importance to our existence,
We must worship this moon as it is our moderator,
Just as we have a Creator to create the law,
We have the moon in the Frogplain that upholds that law.
However, do not trust the moon above Du Garma Canyon,
The moon above the Earth,
For that moon is deceitful.
Never trust it.
Never trust it.
The moon above the Earth,
It determines the judgement of Sol,
The dragon that is our Sun,
The dragon that will arrive and blot out the sky with its wings,
It is reflected in the Moon of the Earth.
Do not be deceived by it however,
For this moon does lie.
It does not always foretell the prophecies of Sol,
And gives false predictions.
Know this as well,
That the stallion of Ryanuaga,
It gallops around the plains between Heretmedel and Rasoe, the mountain town.
In the plains,
Soldiers fight,
Soldiers that exists only as the dead,
As if they were still defending the masses against the malevolent Dränsilane,
For they rebelled and made it their mission to destroy the king,
And thus they were cursed, for eternity,
By the blighted king himself.
Many of them are headless,
Others are missing limbs,
But they continue to fight among each other,
In an effort to rally their kin to fight the current king of Unkardia,
Whomever that may be,
They have succeeded only once,
And they dispersed once the stallion arrived and destroyed the image of a quarter of their ranks,
And since, they have no longer appeared among their comrades.
They rallied to the cause to destroy Norfell,
Seventh son of Dränsilane the First,
And though Norfell was wounded,
He was not killed.


Delta – Verse 4

The ancient lands that Ryanuaga once moved about,
They have fallen into decay,
Not a typical, but a horrible stench-ridden rot,
No one wants to live there,
But yet they stay.
They have business with the world beneath them,
The Temple of Faces,
The strange temple,
The strange, malevolent temple,
It sits and decays faster than anything on the surface of the Earth.
There sits great evil on top of the deepest throne within the Temple,
The Unknown Beast, which is the sum of the Eresymcaion and Muagarah.
Each beast has their own respective bell,
Be it light or dark.
Eresymcaion the beast, not the god of light,
Possesses the bell of Amma.
Muagarah, the awful beast of darkness,
Possesses the bell of Noor.
The bell of Noor is a strange one,
One that can set about the apocalypse if used incorrectly.
Yet, there is light in the bell of Noor.
The pure of heart.
They are all locked within the bell.
The pure of heart.
They are all locked within the bell.
Do not believe the tales of the Evil Bell of Noor,
For they are false.
Eventually, the Bell of Noor will rise,
It will consume all of us,
You can’t escape, you can’t escape, please, may I ask you all?
Do not trust the moon above the Earth.
The Bell of Noor,
Forged a very long time ago,
Possesses the power to destroy, but also the power to heal.
It is responsible for the rot that consumes the Earth.
But it is also responsible for the survival of the line of Ryanuaga,
For he met the famous Archer Revenge before he was sealed in the castle,
After he died, for 500 years his corpse was walled up in Castle Inejeheim,
The location of the Unkardian throne.
One day, a man had the audacity to open the wall,
And a forest grew across the sea.


514 – Verse 5

Echoes for Devourasevera.
The bridge across the sea was complete.
The two worlds were joined.
By a bridge grown out of trees.
The two worlds met.
And all was well.
A certain girl however,
Came from the continent of Exeräise.
She was given a name based on the place from where she came.
And all was well.
Trade continued for years.
The people thrived and dealt in various wares.
The man with four arms came.
And set the bridge ablaze.
His name was Tereban.
He was the moderator of evil,
But he also served another master.
The master with the name Muagarah,
He was the one that sent him.
Soon, the sea dried up.
It revealed a kingdom long lost forgotten.
It was named Oasis in the old days,
Its descendants were those who inhabited the isle to the north.
The north was called Purity.
For the north contained other worlds and expanded infinitely,
But only for those who followed in pure.
Echoes for Purity!
Tereban continued about his way.
And found the boy who was destined,
Destined to carry the purity that was Unkardia.
Tereban slew the boy.
And Unkardia began to rot.
The people of the town of Rasoe ran after Tereban,
But the rains came as they pursed him across the ocean.
Tereban, the four-armed giant,
Was much quicker than the people.
He managed to summon the Wind.
The dead rose from the Earth.
The floods came.
Soon, the ocean became too deep for the pursuit.
They returned to Rasoe.
The Undead Angel was waiting.
The Angel that was buried in the deepest town of Oasis,
He had been disturbed by the drought of ocean,
He slaughtered many.
He flew to the top of the bell tower.
Daring many to challenge him.
However, by the end of the day,
The townsfolk were lost.
Only a few remained, isolated on a small island between Unkardia,
And the island of Anne, where Tereban resided.
And so, they set about building a new civilization.
It was one that gave much tribute to the dead.

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released September 18, 2009

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