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DOn't think I need to try too hard on that front Kuro! :p

But I will make of your name something to be remebered!
 
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Okay Clockwork! Got you a myth! I present to everyone...

Lily Storm​

And so it was that our lands expanded to include more. The new comers were made part of the people, and taught our ways. What's that you say? what became of the dead within the wastes? Well, that is a tale in and of itself. Gather close, and I shall tell you of it...

The dead lay deep within the wastes, so many scattered that the Song-Sages could not hope to find more than a tiny fraction of them. But these dead did rise from their places, but somehow knew that to come before the people would be only their destruction. Even in their despair, some semblance of the wish for existance lingered on, and they would no cast aside their being.

The sudden expansion of the lands of the people alarmed a great many neighbours, and they began to wonder if the people did harbour some ambitions of empire. What was more, the fall of the nation that had sent it's horde to the wastes freed other lands of pressures that they had faced, and it was not long before war erupted in the lands around. The people were asked to lend aid, to send warriors to their neighbours and trade partners. Thus did the people meet their leaders to discuss the fate of the lands around them.

The people did refuse to send military aid to their trade partners, but did shower them with other aids. Healers were sent, weapons and armour were sent to them, and the taxation of traded goods was lessened, freeing the countries resources to face their foes.

But peace for the people was not to be had just yet.

Pushing past the neighbouring lands, a force of warriors beset the borders of the people, strong beyond expectation, and wrapped in plates of metal far heavier than any mortal man could bear. It was then that the people realized. In some of the lands beyond their neighbours...existed lands with guardian spirits of their own. And these spirits had made their people mighty indeed.

The people, however over-matched, were not ones to give up, and fought a heroic defence, slowing the advance of their foes to a crawl. But the advance ground on, eating up distance from the border to the vulnerable towns within the heart of the land. It seemed that a great slaughter was looming, and the people seemed powerless to stop it.

One of the people would not stand by and watch the end come. Taking what supplies she could, she marched into the wastes. It did not take her long, perhaps a few days, before she met the great mob of dead who walked. They began to move, as though set upon her, when she spoke to them of the coming foe. These dead had been warriors in life, and from a land who had long sought a foe that they could call worthy. She implored them to make their stand, to follow her into the teeth of the enemy, to find their worthy foes, and to redeem themselves for their flight from the Belldonna Stalker.

With a single motion, unified in purpose, the horde turned, and marched, following after the woman who had harnessed the power of the dead behind her. No Song-Sage her, she nonetheless gave voice to song, calling a song of war and victory. Thousands upon thousands of dead voices lifted with her to fill the air with power. Around the frame of the woman, did the light of fire begin to flicker. With their loyalty to her now, chains of spectral fire linked the dead to her, and she marched with them, as though the Dusk Spirit reborn.

The dead fell upon the invaders in a ceaseless tide. As living men they had been powerful fighters, trained for much of their lives, and armed for war. Now, in their new forms, they knew not pain, nor fear. And with them stood the woman who had brought the storm of death to the foe.

Mighty beyond measure, the enemy was nonetheless forced back by the ceaseless tide of dead who walked. The warriors of the people looked on in horrified awe as the fallen rose up once more, chains of the same fire binding them to the woman who strode with the dead, and turning their fearsome power against their brethren. The invaders were pushed out of the lands of the people, and their broken remnants were pursued all the way to teh borders of their home. When the dead legion returned, their leader strode to meet with the people.

The Song-Sages did fear this legion. They sought to know the mind of the woman who had summoned them, and what ambitions she might have. Fortunately for all, she had none.

She had sought to save the people, and had done so. She was now ready to release any of her followers who wished it, allowing them to find their rest and peace of the death. And for those who did not wish this rest...then she would take her legion and storm into the Dark lands, bringing a war to the creatures within. To the shock of all, not a single being within the dead legion opted for release. They would follow her into the Dark lands, and would do so with her song of war on their lips.

Humbled at the sacrifice the woman offered, the peace she offered her followers, and the loyalty of those same followers, the Song-Sages escorted the legion to the Dark lands, learning the song of war as the march went on, and ensuring that the deeds of this woman would not fade from the memory of the people.

And so she did march into the dark, leading her army to almost certain doom. But perhaps her action would purchase some peace for the people.

We still sing her song, that we might always remember that the greatest of our number is measured by the deeds they have done.
 
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Sweet! Thank you so much for the myth! I simply adore it! I'm going to link this in my sig, if that's all right. Credit will certainly be given! Just wonderful! :)
 
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Glad to know you enjoy it Clock. :)

That's fine Clock! Link to here, or there's a thread I have set up in the Storytelling area that has all of the myth compiled, along with an order of reading to see wher they fall in the timeline. Link to either one of them!
 
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Hehe! Of course, I enjoyed it! You told it well! ;) And look what you had to work with! XD
Thanks heaps and lookee there.... what a nice addition to my sig! haha!!!
 
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So...I put this up in the seperate thread for the Myths, and completely forgot that I needed to put it up in here too! Sorry about that.

So here you are Kuro! Sorry for the delay!

Destiny Dark One​

Though humbled by the actions of the Lily Storm, we were nonetheless proud of what she had accomplished. She had single handedly removed a threat, and brought to our aid an army from a quarter none expected. For defeating such a force, the people grew rich in tribute and trade, nations all offering their aid and friendship. The people had never been in a stronger position, and talk began to quietly circulate of the people taking upon themselves a greater role in the world.

But this pride led the people to begin to forget what threatened them. The Dark lands stirred, and those who held watch sent messages to the cities, calling for aid, as the darkness was expanding.

It seemed that the Dark had found some new source of power, for it pushed past it's old borders, spreading in a vast tide. The light from the beacon held the dark at bay from the lands of the people, but it was spreading in a ring around the land. The people then realized that the Dark was not coming for them this time. It was coming for everyone else in the lands.

Warnings were sent, places warned, but few heed them. For these lands had never been beset by the beasts that dwelt within, and had no knowledge of what awaited them. The people did wait, and worry over the growth of the Dark lands, but none could put to thought any plan that might halt the progress of such a force. In the attempt to learn what forced the Dark lands into this new form, a scout from the Watchers advanced into the shadowy realm. All called them fool, and deplored the waste of a life.

But they did not perish within the Dark lands.

This scout returned, their body battered and bleeding, their weapon notched and broken, but still moving forward. Their comrades met them, and what was said chilled them to the bone.

The Dark was expanding for it had found new power. The Dead legion that had marched to make war with the beasts within had indeed done so. But the bodies of the fallen warriors from the more distant land, enhanced and powered by spirits, had begun to fade once within the Dark. And that trapped power was even now allowing the Dark to expand once more.

More shocking still was the news of who had delivered to him this knowledge. The scout had been sent back by the Scarlet Grave, still alive after the ages, and still seeking within the Darkness. The scout was praised for their heroism, and told to stand down, to rest and heal. The scout refused such. Rising to their feet, the scout claimed that there was yet work to be done.

Setting out once more, bearing a new blade and the determination to see that the people were spared the wrath of the beasts within the shadows. The scout crossed the lands with all speed, even braving the newly made roads that led through the wastes, to allow the people to reach their new lands. The Dark was swelling up, and had already begun to engulf these lands. The scout rallied the people, calling for them to light their beacon fires, to take up arms and prepare for the coming of the Dark. And so the people did as was told, rallying to the news that Scarlet Grave lived on, and yet fought.

As the Dark began to sweep in, the scout began to change before the eyes of the people. Skin darkening, and eyes moving to pools of dark, black as ink. Time within the Dark lands had changed them, left them attuned to it. Even within the brightest light, the scout now pulled the shadows with them. Though the people did know fear at their coming, they did realize that in this form, the scout would be able to marshal them, to explore the edges of the Dark, and bring word of what came.

The scout had become a Dark One, though by this turn of events, the scout did find their Destiny, to lead the people in defence against the tides that came.

The people watched in horror as the Dark swept over the lands, engulfing the new lands, those who watched from within the influence of the beacon saw the Dark One stand tall, and exult those with them to stand their ground. As they vanished from view, all who watched knew that there would be no way to reach them in numbers enough to help them. Thousands of the people had died in that instant, along with one bold enough to brave any peril to aid others.

And so it was that the Dark One was lost to us, though we sing of their song yet, that we might never forget the heroism and sacrifice that was shown in that moment.

So came to pass that an Age was ended, and a new one begun. It would be nearly a century until any could conceive of a way to challenge the Darkness, but that, my brethren, is a tale for another night...
 
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Willow Grim sounds like a bad black metal band.
 
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It really does Vic!

I'm late to the party but I got Destiny Storm- seems like I made out pretty well. Reading the myths slowly, well done so far!

Destiny Storm sounds a little hammy and overdramatic. If there's not too much on your plate I'd like to see what kind of mini-myth you can spin from this.
 
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All right! Took me a while, but I got the next one done!

LadyLarunai, here you go!

Moon Nightshade​

We marked the dawning of our Third Age by the salvation of ourselves. Though the Dark was pushed back from our borders, expanding the safe regions, there was no knowing how far the Dark had spread. The people might well be the only surviving nation in the world. The people set about ensuring that their cities did flourish, making each of them able to support itself. Around each city spread a vast area of farms, bringing the food needed to sustain the people within. And so did the people begin to divide themselves into classes. The Lower class laboured for the benefit of all, the upper class, those that called themselves noble, looked to the protection and management of the cities.

It was in this growing change of the people that others did rise up. Without an external threat to keep the people united, small groups and individuals did take it on themselves to make their own way through life, without regard to the cost to others. It was in this time that a new kind of figure entered into the lands. Bandits fell upon a farming community, looting and burning as they went, casting the survivors into the nearby land to attempt to escape. One of them found herself deep beneath the trees of the forest. And it was here that she found a new fate.

Power had swollen across the land with the spreading of the First Fire, and in the forgotten places of the world, that power was collecting, ready to act, if only given a suitable purpose and direction. Though fleeing the bandits, she had wandered into the path of a wolf pack, and was now in flight for her life once more. She stumbled into the heart of the forest, wolves circling, until one of their number leapt for her. The blood that was shed reacted to the power within the forest, and in that instant, a something new was made.

She found that the bite had caused her to have the power to assume the form of the wolf, and did so instinctively. Throwing herself into teh effort of surviving, she battled within the forest, and through desperate perseverance, she triumphed. Victory was now hers, and the wolves would fall behind her. Not content with this, she began to look elsewhere. Pack after pack of wolves were bound to her service through careful planning and strength. The strength of the beast married to a human mind made for an unstoppable combination. With a force of wolves behind her, she sought the bandits out.

Vengeance was swift and deadly, falling on the bandits with fury and rage. The wolves tore through the camp, killing all that they found. Only a bare few escaped, bringing tales of wolves who attacked in controlled ways, and that a woman strode through them, guiding them, and then changing her very skin to that of a beast, and moving with the pack. Alarmed, and fearing another creature from the Dark lands had made it's way into the lands, the people did react and send out a force to try and corner this creature that moved under the light of the moon.

She did not run, nor did she hide. She waited for them at the edge of the forest that had begun in the former wastes. Now a woodland that bore a ground cover of Nightshade, the forest was foreboding to the people, and they shunned it. The hunters came into sight, and found her sitting without fear, her face painted dark with the berries of the Nightshade, and smiling at their approach. Confronted, she explained that she was no creature sent to harm the people, and that she bore them no ill will. She had avenged her family upon the bandits, and made an offer to aid the people. She, and her new force of wolves, could cover ground quickly, and be able to hunt and limit the bandits of the lands. All she would need was their blessing, and to be left alone.

Reluctantly granting this, they asked what name she might wish to be known as. She simply looked to the sky, and then to the earth, and announced she would be known by that which she was now known for. A creature of the Moon, bearing the mark of Nightshade upon her face. And so began her new fate, and she swept across the lands, aiding those she could.

But to all things, must come an end.

Moon Nightshade was brought to heel by the largest of the bandit clans, who sent his people out to hunt the wolves. Her force shrinking, she led them personally to seek the death of the leader of the bandits, one last attempt to bring low this man. She fought with the fury of ages, pushing through scores of bandits, leaving a red ruin in her wake, before confronting the leader. Their battle lasted a night, and both were sorely wounded. The Bandit prepared to withdraw, to save his strength, and return for another battle another day. But it was not to be permitted. Throwing herself into the attack, Moon Nightshade ran herself upon his blade, but in doing so brought him within reach of her lupine jaws, and crushed the life from him.

The bandits did scatter, and the remaining wolves of her forces circled her, guarding her body as she began to return to the form she had been born into.

She was laid to rest with the honour deserved by one who had dedicated so much to the betterment of the land, and the safety of the people. The people called her Queen of Wolves, for she had bound so many to her aid that whole regions had not seen the tracks of wolves in years. Her legacy lived on, as time would show that more like her did exist, people able to change their skin with that of wolves.

We still sing of her, that we might be reminded that fate is not something to be feared and fled from, but rather embraced. By such deeds are heroes made.
 
Okay, it's been a little slow going lately, but I have the next in the line up! Sorrow, this one's for you!

Destiny Storm​

Ah, so you wish another tale? You wish to know how it was that the nobles did select one to rule over them? The taking of the throne? Then gather kinsmen, and the tale I shall tell you...

It was in the deepest of winters. It had been many years since the Moon Nightshade had stalked the land, though rumours did abound in the deep forests of wolves that seemed to think with the power of the people. No great threat had arisen since then, and the people were faced with more mundane worries. The harvest had been poor, and the winter was thick and deep that year. Rationing was enforced, and the people did try to stretch what they had until more could be found.

As fate is wont to inflict, mundane issues would forever seem to attract more serious threats. As though having waited for a moment, the beasts within the dark made a push within the lands. The Watch, barely manned in these dark days, and weakened further by the lack of food, could not do more than slow the invasion. By some power, the beasts threw up a pall of shadow in their advance, keeping away the purifying light of the First Fire. This power was clearly telling, for the advance they made was slow, as though the power that they drew on was not without limit.

The people had maintained a force of warriors to combat threats, and they began to rally to the banners raised by the noble houses. But it was a band of common warriors who observed the path that the beasts did take that realized the depth of the threat posed. These bests made not for the cities, but instead for the largest of the farms. It was here that great stores of grain were kept, and the loss of which would spell the starvation of thousands, no matter if the beasts were thrown back or not. The nobles were alerted, and hastened to intercept them, but it as clear to any who observed that they would not reach the enemy in time. Something had to be done to slow them. But any who stood before these beasts would die in moments.

A woman within the warriors stood tall, and announced that she would take the fight to the foe. Every moment that she might gain would give chance to the nobles to intercept. A small force could travel with swiftness, and make their stand before the enemy. She called out for volunteers to join her in her endeavour. When others demanded to know her course of action if none would follow her, she calmly announced that she would go alone. But that the more that came, the longer they might hold.

She rode out from her home, a bare twelve warriors with her. None who made the ride entertained any thoughts of their fate. The nobles were on the move, adn had no time to spend on a small force like theirs. They would face the horde. And they would die before it, unsung and unremembered by any. But by their actions could they save even a single life, then they would know that their deaths had not been in vain.

The dark cloud that preceded the horde made the enemy easy to track. In a wooded pass, the warriors did draw up. The woman who led them walked behind them all, and with the edge of her sword, drew a line in the earth.
"Upon this line we do stand. And on the honour of our very souls, we shall not take a step behind it. Swear this with me now, and know that when we find our ends, there will be no shame in our hearts." She announced. Each warrior swore the oath, and on their faces she found no trace of fear. The beasts did advance towards the pass, only to find it barred. They thought little of this, and came on in a darkened wave.

Of that battle, so little is known to us, even in this age. We know that the beasts threw themselves at the warriors two score times, all of their savagery and fury spent on the unwavering line of warriors. When a warrior did fall to their foes, the line stepped forward, and spread but a little thinner, but yielded nothing to their enemy.

The nobles did spy the enemy, halted in the advance, and turned their force to face the foe. Sounding war horns, and advancing to meet them. Of the warriors who had made their stand, only one remained. The woman who had led them there still stood, a carpet of dead beasts lay around her, three deep, and stretched for nearly a dozen paces behind her. The coming of the main force broke the nerve of the beasts, for all of their numbers had been halted by these few, what chance would they have against teh collected might of the people? They fled back to the Dark lands, and the peopel did turn to the one who had held the line.

She would speak of nothing until her people had been seen to, their souls sang to their end, that they might find an honourable ending. And then she told of what they had done. The noble did decree then that this one soul had been as a Storm to the foe, battering them before their arrival. And now by their unanimous agreement, she would have a new Destiny, as the first Queen of the people. Though she did try to refuse, she knew in her heart that in such a position, she could accomplish much good.

And so she ascended to the throne of the people, and did all she could to ensure the well being of those around her. She did not lay aside her sword, nor her armour, always leading her people from the front, always inspiring. She did this until her dying day.

Her line does still lead us, in our darkest times they have been tehre to guide us to victory. And we will still sing of her, for she did show that to stand need not be for glory, nor honour. But to stand with nothing but the good of other in mind...this would be the ideal that all should aspire to hold.
 
Scarlet Dreamer... I love it. It sounds ominous.

Also, holy crap. Alvis, are you making all of this shit up yourself? If so, man, bravo. Simply; Bravo.​
 
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